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Realistic or Modern Generation 8

The keys were still in the ignition and Brax started the car up. "Anyone know where we're even going?" He asked the group as everyone started piling in. "I'd assume anywhere that doesn't have a bunch of horny guys looking for a good time? Ya know, in cause John feels like killing another random stranger." He said.
 
Jonathan stopped giggling and he got up and stared at the corpse. He knelt over the dead body and dug into the man's pockets and pulled out the man's wallet and iPhone. He tossed the wallet at Brax in the drivers seat and smiled at Harley before looking at Ian.


"He has an address too you know. It's on his license. We both can't live there," Jonathan said cleaning his knife off on the man's shirt and putting it back in its sheath.


He shoved the iPhone into his pocket and grabbed his duffle off the road and jumped into the backseat next to Ian.
 
"Stealing a house from a dead man? How fucking terrific...what if he has a family living there? Maybe even small children...what then? Butcher more innocents?" Brax said to John, angry that he just killed someone in cold blood. That action made him not trust John as much...how could he trust a ruthless killer as his leader? 
(EDIT: 'How' instead of hoe and 'he' instead of her...gosh I'm smart xD )
 
"What other choice do we have?! On another topic I have to disfigure him or the cops will identify him. Sorry if you don't agree but encase you don't remember I'm the one with the balls. I'm the one who led the escape away from hell! And now that we're out in the real world we have to do things we wouldn't have done otherwise," Jonatan said stepping out of the cat and leaving his stuff on the seat.


He pulled his hoodie back on and slammed the door. He handed Ian the smartphone he'd collected from the man.


"Ian make sure Brax gets you to the address on that man's license," he pointed to the corpse and looked at Brax,"I'll catch up in a bit."


Jonathan walked over to the corpse and he threw it over his shoulder. The man was heavier than he looked. Jonathan shifted his weight and he carried the man up the side of the hill and into the darkness. In his bag the group had the assault rifle and his dual pistols. They'd be ok if they ran into trouble.
 
Ian sighed looking at the phone that was handed to him before looking back to John then back to the phone, he tapped in the address on the phone and shrugged, "At least it isn't far, but psycho back there actually wants us to live in some pervs house. I don't know about you guys but I think I would actually prefer the barracks right about now," he said with a small sigh.
 
Brax sighed. "God dammit..." He cursed and slammed his fist into the steering wheel, shaking the whole car slightly. This is all bullshit... He thought. He didn't care if Harley made a smart comment or not, as he expected, he was just...tired of all this. "What if that perv has a family? I can't hurt innocent people...I just can't." Brax said as he pulled onto the rode and started driving.
 
In the car, Danny listened into what Brax was saying. She had to ask herself if it mattered? Their survival instinct verses everyones unsuspectedly endangered lives. At this, she sighed without sound and opened her mouth to speak to Brax. The dead body didn't phase her. She's seen one too many to be phased. "th-then don't... but life.. equals life.." She thought for a moment about it once more. "..difference is if you want t-to live."
 
As Ian gave Brax directions, he followed them. Brax drove around for quiet some time as he listened to the directions. he kept his eyes on the road and kept a firm grip on the wheel. He kept thinking about what John did...it was driving him crazy, but not to an extent where it'd mess up his driving.
 
"Okay, Brax, I need you to pull over," Ian said calmly after he started to feel unsafe being in the car. "I know you don't want to kill anyone innocent, or hurt them, I get that. I don't either. If he has a family we aren't going to step foot in that house, simple as that," he said gently, placing a hand over Brax's arm. "If it makes you feel better we don't even have to go at all."
 
Brax sighed and did as Ian wished and pulled over. "Why did I need to pull over?" He asked in a different one. The whole group knew Brax as a kind soul with good intentions...that person seemed to almost be gone now.
 
Jonathan stashed the body behind a tree under some brush after bashing his teeth and face in with a rock. He then took out his knife and mutilated the man's fingertips until there was nothing but shredded flesh peeling off the bone and scattered on the ground. Jonathan cleaned his knife and flew up into the air. He saw Brax driving along the dark road and followed the car by air.
 
"Because you're angry," Ian said. "Killing that guy wasn't right, I know that, you know that, I'm sure we all know that here. Either give up the wheel or calm down before you get to angry and throw us off the road," he said. Ian looked at Brax wanting him to just calm down. "You know, screw the address and whoever is in the house, we can find somewhere else to lie low until we know the New Genesis guys are gone."
 
Brax calmed down, knowing that driving angry wasn't going to help anything. "I just..." He exhaled. "I just want us to be safe, and when people that guy knew notice he's missing, they'll coming looking for him. Our safety in his home would be limited by what? Three days?" He went on. "John will wanna go to his...victim's house. We're not far, I can see the roadsign you last mention, the house should be 10 minutes away." He said, getting back on the road and driving to the guys house.
 
"So what John thinks?" But now it was pointless that he said it seeing as they were back on the road. He sighed not knowing why he was so tied down to what John wanted. They would be found easily if they went to this mans house, and when they were found, either by New Genesis or the cops, they would be back in a cell, with a hard bed and no light. Possibly tested on and prodded once more. That defiantly wasn't something that Ian planned to be around for. He sighed rather loudly and sat back in his seat shaking his head slightly.
 
Brax pulled into the driveway of the mans house. All lights were off, nobody was home...it was obvious that it's only inhabitant had been killed by John. Brax got out of the car and shut the door. He leaned against the car and tossed his backpack and staff aside to the ground. He looked around at the sky, waiting for John.


Brax remembered why he was tied to John's wishes so much...John was the first one to show Brax kindness in years. He followed him out of gratitude and...well, it was a little clear he found him attractive.


Memories of the cruel experiments filled Brax's mind, and so did memories of John saying 'hello' while they were both strapped down in a room together when the scientists did separate experiments on them.


He shook off the memory and waited for John, still.
 
Jonathan landed silently in the backyard and came around the house and to the front pulling his hoodie back on. His hands were strained red from the blood. He'd done his best to wipe it off in the nearby stream but it had left it's mark. It wasn't very dark but the skin on his hands were pinker than normal. He tossed a key at Brax . He'd found the house key in the man's back pocket and taken it then.


"When we all get inside we need to talk. Am I understood?" Jonathan ordered coldly and emotionless. He was drained and tired and had a couple things to get off his chest.
 
"Fuck off, whatever." Brax muttered. He respected John more than anything, but he was pissed at him. When John first met him, he was this broken, shy boy...now he's warm, yet hardened. He grabbed his staff and backpack and he purposely bumped John's shoulder hardly and walked inside the house after unlocking the door. Brax sat down on the couch and folded his arms. He was angry at John for his actions. His body language alone showed it.
 
Ian stood next to Harley, each holding their bags as they followed the others inside. Of course John was a good leader to them, he truly was but his rage got the better of him sometimes, and that's what made Ian fear being around him the most. Back at the New Genesis resort he was never the known one, just a boy in. The shadows and he liked to keep it that way. But when they got out there was a hope that was sparked inside of him, maybe he could get a home and settle down with someone, despite what he was. Ian looked around the home, it seemed cold and lifeless, oh yes, whoever that guy was, was a creep, the place was cold and very little furniture, but he found himself a seat and waited to hear what John had to say.
 
Jonathan took his bag from the car and followed Brax inside. He went into the kitchen and put his duffle on the counter. He opened the fridge and made himself comfortable. He pulled a beer from the fridge and looked at it.


"Guess Dan's still a Budweiser drinker. To bad he's dead now," Jonathan muttered to himself. He opened the beer and took a sip walking over to the group and leaning up against the wall.


"That man I killed tonight. He was a guy I met online a while ago. I've been here before. I did some 'work' here. You see that guy's name was Dan Fischer and he was a pervert who liked hot, young, and don't forget tight boy ass. I lost my virginity in that back bedroom over here or was it the couch. I don't remember. You see Dan was the first guy I ever charged to fuck me. My parents have no idea and I doubt they'd even care. I moved in here with him after my damn father and mother kicked me out. Dan was pretty much my sugar daddy. I do stuff for him he'd get me food, buy me clothes, and so on. It was pretty ok at first and then he started to bring other boys around my age home. He liked to watch me 'work'. Every once and a while he'd join in. I think he taped us. I don't even remember anymore cause I don't want to remember. Then Dan started to get rough with me. He started hitting and violating me without my permission and that's around the time I left and started hustling on my own. That man caused me so much pain and grief. I thought I was over it and when I saw him tonight and he didn't remember me I knew it was time to kill the bastard. He deserved to die for what he did to me and those other boys. No one's gonna miss him and no one is going to be able to identify him. Made sure of that," Jonathan said coldly. Towards the ends he was engulfed with sadness and tears started falling from his eyes. Jonathan never cried, not even at New Genesis. He'd held everything in for the year or two Jonathan had been there. He didn't even know how long anymore. Jonathan took a sip of beer and sunk to the floor.


"So that's...that's why I killed the pervert," Jonathan added between sobs.
 
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Brax was left baffled by what he had heard. "John..I..." He said, his angry tone gone. Once John dropped to the floor in tears, he forgot every once of anger and sat next to him and held him. "Shh shh..." He said, just like John did to him back at New Genesis. he rocked him back and forth, showing his kinder side and being gentle with him.
 
"John, I'm sorry and all...but I don't care," normally that would be something Harley would say. But not at this moment, no. This time it was Ian -probably to everyone's surprise. "We've all had shitty pasts, that's why we are here because of our past. But sitting here and cowering under some random pervs roof is something I'm not about to do. I don't know about you four, but if we don't attack New Genesis at the source, this is what our life will be like. And I am not okay with that. I want to be able to go out there without having to worry that some Tracker is on my ass," he said. "I want to know that no one has to see what I saw or feel the things I felt. So you can either say here with John, and run and hide. Or you can fight and all the running and hiding can be over with, and we won't have to live in fear anymore," he said.
 
Jonathan pushed Brax off of him and got up and took a huge gulp of the beer before throwing the half full bottle at the wall. He glared at Ian his eyes full of rage and anger.


"How dare you! How dare you say we're cowards for running and doing our best to stay alive! How dare you Ian! How fucking dare you! You saw how the others we escaped with were slaughtered on the way out of the facility! They have weapons and more men then we can count! We can't take on an army. There's 5 of us!" Jonathan screamed pacing around the rooms. He pulled the knife off his belt sheath and all and tossed it to Ian. "You want to be leader?! Prove you can be one! Kill me Ian. Come at me. I dare you," Jonathan barked angrily his eyes become feral and full of rage once more. Jonathan licked his lips and stormed into the kitchen and yanked one of his pistols from his bag and sliding it across the floor to Ian.


"Pick up the gun and shoot me. You don't have the guts! It takes guts to do what I do! Can't you see that?! Can't any of you see that?!" Jonathan raged.
 
Brax picked up the gun instead of Ian. "Both of you, ENOUGH!" He shouted, louder than either of them could shout. He held the gun to his own head. "Go ahead, fight each other, I dare you! Because the second you start fighting, I blow my fucking brains out. Go ahead, can you both live with losing another comrade? Can you?!?!" He exclaimed, sick of the fighting. "And if you try to take the gun, I'll shoot myself as soon as you come near me!"
 
Ian watched Johnathan carefully, his eyes showing no emotion until he said he didn't have the guts. He forcefully pushed himself off the chair he was sitting on, causing it to fall over, he went to pick up the pistol then Brax came into the picture. "That's what I'm saying," Ian pointed to Brax, "taking the easy way out of things! Threatening his own life, this isn't your situation! So give me the damn pistol or I will let you shoot and I'll shoot him too and you can both go on cowering in the afterlife," Ian said.
 
Brax was even more hurt. He'd always been so kind to Ian...and now Ian's okay with Brax killing himself? This couldn't be...Brax placed his finger on the trigger. Ready to shoot himself unless things simmered down...so much blood has been spilled.
 

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