Realistic or Modern Generation 8

[wonderboy1234]

Jonathan's large wings were extend fully. He stared at Brax now holding with Ian willing to let him kill himself. Jonathan watched as Brax placed his finger on the trigger. In a split second Jonathan whipped his wings around his body and knocked the gun out of Brax's hand. The gun went off and fired into the wall next to Brax's feet. He grabbed Brax and squeezes him wrapping his wings around the both of them. The tears had returned to his eyes.


"You idiot! You fucking idiot!" Jonathan screamed holding Brax tightly and planting a kiss on the boy's forehead and run I h his back slowly.

 

[Hi Im Red]

"Brax," Ian said his voice becoming very gentle, a shaking hand extended towards him, "give me the gun," he said.


Harley grabbed the pistol in her hands loosely. "That's enough! All of you, we're a team so we better start acting like it!" She growled. She grabbed her duffle and shoved the pistol inside, "everyone, weapons over, in the bag until we can work together," she said her tone rather threatening.

 

[PenBlade1326]

Brax felt stunned by hearing the sudden gunshot. Next thing he knew, John was squeezing him tight. Brax's arms fell to his sides, letting John finish out the 'hug'. Brax slipped away from John. "I think I'll keep my staff, thank you," He said, ignoring Harley's words. (Let's pretend that part of Red's post didn't happen, lol) "I'm going to bed," Brax said, trudging up the stairs, semi-hoping Ian or John, or even Harley or Danny, might come to check on him. But he really wanted to be alone...just to forget about this god damned night.

 

[Hi Im Red]

"Boys," Harley said, brows raised as she looked from Jonathan to Ian. However Ian was not one to oblige.


"I'm glad to know that this 'family' of mine is going to stay by my side when finally I want to do something good for the world," Ian shook his head not giving over his daggers before hoping up the stairs, following Brax. "Brax," he called quietly when the boy came into view. He stopped in front of him and brushed a gentle hand over the others cheek, "I want you to know that I would have never let you pull that trigger...." He said quietly. Ian coughed awkwardly and unzipped the jacket, wrapping it around Brax's shoulders, much like when he did earlier that night with his now lost hoddie. "Just to keep you warm," he forced a small smile before mumbling a quiet goodbye and going into one of the rooms leaving the house through the window.

 

[PenBlade1326]

Brax sighed and continued walking, now going down the upstairs hallway. He wondered in John had any...unpleasant memories in any of the rooms he passed. Brax settled on a room at the end of the hall. He noticed Ian outside the house through a window, but didn't say anything. he knew that if Ian left the group entirely, he'd be sprinting. He sat on the bed of the room and rubbed his eyes.

 

[Hi Im Red]

Brax sighed and continued walking, now going down the upstairs hallway. He wondered in John had any...unpleasant memories in any of the rooms he passed. Brax settled on a room at the end of the hall. He noticed Ian outside the house through a window, but didn't say anything. he knew that if Ian left the group entirely, he'd be sprinting. He sat on the bed of the room and rubbed his eyes.

((I don't know if you noticed but my last post Ian was talking to Brax ^^))

 

[PenBlade1326]

[QUOTE="Hi Im Red]((I don't know if you noticed but my last post Ian was talking to Brax ^^))

[/QUOTE]
I know, my post was about Brax AFTER Ian said goodbye, he just didn't say anything xp

 

[Hi Im Red]

I know, my post was about Brax AFTER Ian said goodbye, he just didn't say anything xp

((Ohhh okay, I didn't get that thanks for clearing that up ))

 

[wonderboy1234]

Jonathan grabbed the gun off the ground and flicked on yen safety returning it to the holster in his duffle. He took the knife he'd thrown at Ian off the couch and placed it back on his belt. He looked at the tipped over couch and smiled remembering some good memories he had with Dan. Him laying across the couch and Dan rubbing his back when they watched Full House on TV. He then shivered and remembered a few bad ones. Dan throwing him into the couch with such for the whole thing tipped over. He remembered Dan groping himself the first time they watched a hardcore gay porno on yen couch together when John was 15. He got up and headed down the couch. He headed up stairs and say Brax heading towards the master bedroom. It had been Dan's room. On the nightstand Dan kept the lube and hardcore porn mags. In the drawer were the sex toys, a dildo, a vibrator, and the handcuffs (Jonathan's greatest fear.)


"Don't go in there!" Jonathan screamed after Brax. He took a deep breath and fell against the wall holding his head in anguish. A bunch of terrible thoughts returned about the things that had happened in that room. Jonathan let out a pained groan and grabbed his head. He closed his eyes tightly and started hitting the sides of his heads with his palms. They wouldn't go away. The darkness of the basement with the bondage gear inside. The handcuffs getting locked on in Dan's bedroom. And the Collar. The collar he was forced to wear when he was being 'punished'. Jonathan bolted into the nearest room. The thoughts immediately left him when he entered it. It was his old room from the time his parents kicked him out at 15 from the time he left at 16. It was left exactly the way it was when he'd left. The old school PC was still on the 14 dollar dresser Dan bought him at the goodwill. The row of batman and ninja turtles action figures was still on the shelf above the bookcase. His bookcase. It held his favorite books. The Percy Jackson and the Olympian Series, boy meets boy by David Levithan, the Rainbow trilogy by Alex Sanchez, and of course his comic books where still there all DC except for a few X-Men comics. Jonathan burst into tears again. They where as close to happy tears as he could get. Those comic books where ones he has since he was young and was forced to leave them when he ranaway from Dan's. He looked at the bed. The navy blue comforter was still pulled up over the baby blue sheets. On the bed was Jonathan's best friends growing up. A Siberian husky stuffed animal in sad shape was liking back at him. Dan hadn't changed the room once since Dan had left. Jonathan got up and looked at the desk. There was a letter on it. The letter was written by Dan. It was an apology. Towards the end Dan said he was sorry for hurting John and bringing him to run away. John tore it to pieces and crumpled it up and throwing it in the wastebasket in the corner of the room.


Jonathan went over to the desk and he pulled out a small stack of photos, all of Jonathan anywhere from 15-16. There was one of him sleeping shirtless in his bed, another was of him in a pair of basketball shorts in a tank top reading a book on his stomach. The one that made Josh shutter was a picture of him in almost see through white briefs and a white T-shirt that said proud on it in black lettering. The angle of the picture made you look down at his crotch before you looked at the rest of what was in it. All of these pictures were like that they all made you look at something first. The shirtless sleeping one it was his body, the one with him in the tank top was his ass. Jonathan put the pictures down and he sat on the bed and took the husky plushie on yen bed and gave it a right squeeze.

 

[Hi Im Red]

He knew very well not to run, running would alarm Brax if he were to look and see which way he was headed. Ian needed a quick cover and the forest thick with trees seemed to be the place to go. Now he could run, no matter how tired he was or how cold he got as the wind whipped against his skin.


The sensation felt all too familiar. And the scenery even more so. Ian knew these woods, these woods were his home before he was taken. Where he was taken... He would be able to recognize the trees anywhere, the setup of the woods. It was all so familiar. He remembered coming back here when he was thirteen, he felt like someone was watching him so he ran faster and faster until he reached the little tree house he had built over the years. Ian hid inside the wooden home and curled in on himself becoming very aware of his surroundings. The next thing he knew his leg was in between the teeth of some humanoid, being dragged out of his home with blood dripping from his leg. Another seemed to come out of nowhere, it's claws easily sinking into his skin, ripping open his shirt an torso, blood staining just about everything. He heard a voice, but couldn't quite make it out, but the humanoids stopped ripping him apart. Instead he had a large foot on his neck and that was all he remembered before waking up in New Genesis.


Bad memories, that's all it was. Ian sat himself on a tree branch reminiscing in the good memories that he had here. Come to think of it, there weren't many.


Ian's head snapped to the left as he thought he heard a twig snap. No one was here, why would they be? Though it didn't mean Ian wasn't on edge. He hopped out of the tree and looked around getting a gleam of golden eyes flickering at him from a distance. Golden eyes he would know anywhere. If there was one, there had to be two more. Oh no. Ian ran and ran, knowing that they were following, but he didn't know where to go without going back and leading them straight to the house. He knew he was off tier path for now, sitting at the base of the tree, he felt something poking in his pocket. The phone. Quickly, he opened it and looked through the contacts, there had to be something! He found a number labeled 'Home' and prayed it meant his house. Ian pressed call and held the phone to his ear trying to even his breaths and calm himself so he wouldn't attract them, praying that whoever answered it would be John or Brax, Danny or even Harley.

 

[PenBlade1326]

Brax didn't hear John cry to him to not go in the room he was in. Brax laid back on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. He continued to rub his eyes. He was exhausted. The battle form earlier, the smoke that filled his lungs, the 'almost killing himself' thing, and the sudden murder of the perv all go to him. Brax never shed a tear about anything, and he still didn't. He held back any pain he may feel from tonight.


The phone rang on the nightstand. Brax looked at the caller ID and saw it was Dan's cell...he tilted his head in question. He picked it up. "Hello?" He answered in a quiet voice. 

Brax didn't hear John cry to him to not go in the room he was in. Brax laid back on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. He continued to rub his eyes. He was exhausted. The battle form earlier, the smoke that filled his lungs, the 'almost killing himself' thing, and the sudden murder of the perv all go to him. Brax never shed a tear about anything, and he still didn't. He held back any pain he may feel from tonight.
The phone rang on the nightstand. Brax looked at the caller ID and saw it was Dan's cell...he tilted his head in question. He picked it up. "Hello?" He answered in a quiet voice.

Make it 5 lines, lol

 

[Hi Im Red]

All that could really be heard on Brax's end was the shaking breaths trying so hard to stay quiet. Ian shook violently out of nerves instead of the bitter coldness around him now. He did a quick 360 check before quietly saying one word into the phone. "Trackers," his voice was so quiet and shaking so much it was almost too hard to make out what he said. But not impossible. Ian heard a step come closer to him and he placed a hand over his lips as it was going to help quiet his breathing, he pulled the phone away from his war slightly to listen and find out if they were any closer. It was hard to tell now, the memories of when he was thirteen echoing too loudly in his head to be able to tell.

 

[PenBlade1326]

Brax's eyes widened. He jumped off the bed and started bolting to the door. On his way out, he noticed the dildos, vibrators and cuffs..."What the fuck?" He said to himself, he shook it off and proceeded down the hall quickly and going down the stairs. He clutched his staff in his hands tightly and bolted out the door. He was able to sense Ian's EM signature and he followed it.

 

[wonderboy1234]

Dr. Peters was watching from behind the trackers watching the movements through heat signature binoculars. He could see the outline of Ian and the 5 trackers surrounding him. Dr. Peters blew a dog whistle around his next and the trackers attacked from all Directions. They grabbed him and held him down. The mad scientist walked up to the boy and rubbed his cheek gently with his palm.


"Oh Ian...you stupid boy. Leaving the protection of your friends and going out into the dark. How pitiful. I'm going to have fun turning you," the doctor said pulling a small syringe from his pocket.


He jammed the needle into Ian's neck and pushed down on the pump. Within moments Ian was unconscious in the Trackers arms. They followed the doctors orders and carried him out of the woods and loaded him into the back of a truck and drove him back to New Genesis.

 

[PenBlade1326]

Dr. Peters was watching from behind the trackers watching the movements through heat signature binoculars. He could see the outline of Ian and the 5 trackers surrounding him. Dr. Peters blew a dog whistle around his next and the trackers attacked from all Directions. They grabbed him and held him down. The mad scientist walked up to the boy and rubbed his cheek gently with his palm.
"Oh Ian...you stupid boy. Leaving the protection of your friends and going out into the dark. How pitiful. I'm going to have fun turning you," the doctor said pulling a small syringe from his pocket.


He jammed the needle into Ian's neck and pushed down on the pump. Within moments Ian was unconscious in the Trackers arms. They followed the doctors orders and carried him out of the woods and loaded him into the back of a truck and drove him back to New Genesis.

((REALLY?? lol))

 

[Hi Im Red]

Ian shut his eyes tightly, not knowing if Brax was still on the other end or not, part of him wished he was, and the other part wished he was on his way out of the house. Despite his attempts to muffle his loud breathing, he knew he would be heard, and he needed a quick escape. Open eyes and run it was that simple.


Open eyes.


When he did five trackers had come from nowhere and he was soon useless against them. That's when the man he despised stepped into view. He flinched from the mans touch and spat in his direction, "don't touch me!" He growled, the phone now on the ground. Ian barley had time to react before he was limp within the Trackers grasp.

 

[PenBlade1326]

Brax was quicker than lightning. He saw the Trackers load Ian into the truck and watched it drive away. "NO!" He cried, bolting after the truck as fast as he could. "Hold on, Ian! I'm right behind you!" Brax shouted to the unconscious Ian in the truck. He continued to run after it, his staff in a readied fighting position. He took a chance and pounced onto the truck. He was on the main top. "Bring it on, you fuckers!" He shouted and crawled to the windshield and smashed it, causing the driver to pull over. Brax hopped off the truck, and Dr. Peters, as well as 5 Trackers exited. "Dr. Peters...you stick your ugly head in my life once again." He said to him, snarling and readying himself for a fight. Five against one? No problem.

 

[wonderboy1234]

The trackers and smiled licking their lips ready to attack Brax. Three of the trackers stayed to fight. The other two grabbed Ian and ran into the woods. Dr. Peter drew a pistol from behind his lab coat and fired a couple of shots in Brax's general direction and fleeing after the Trackers and Ian.


The two trackers that stayed ran with great speed and pounced on Brax. Their golden eyes glowed in the darkness and they growled at Brax.

 

[PenBlade1326]

Brax avoided the shots fired by Peters. Brax dashed away from his attackers and swiped his staff around at them, knocking them all in their ugly faces. "Ian!" He called in the direction of the woods, he started going into the woods, but one of the attacking Trackers grabbed him and tossed him back. Brax rose to his feet and twirled his staff around, beating the hell out of one Tracker. The other two fighting him pounced on him, and instantly sunk their claws in his flesh, he cried out in pain. He had just been stabbed but two right hands of the beasts...his jaw dropped. The Trackers got off of him. They fled into the woods after their allies. Blood poured from Brax's wounds. He stood slowly. "I-Ian....no..." He said, shocked that he actually lost to the Trackers. They had Ian...they won. He was in utter disbelief. Brax couldn't go after him, not like this. Within seconds, Brax had ran back to the house with his speed, tears filling his eyes from the kidnapping of Ian and from the immense pain he was in physically. He kicked the door open and moped into the house, immediately dropping to the floor, calling for the help of the others, hoping Harley, John, or Danny would hear him.

 

[Hi Im Red]

Harley was quick on her feet as soon as Bra came through the door. "Oh my god," she said, "JOHN!" She yelled getting Brax up onto his feet. "Come here," she said leading him into the living room where she got him to lay on the couch, "Keep pressure on that-JOHN!" She calle once more rummaging through all the back packs to find the first aid kit. She finally found it, making her way to Brax quickly, taking the scissor from the kit and cutting the fabric of his shirt so she could get to his wound. "What the hell happened?"

 

[PenBlade1326]

"Tr--Trackers...Ian....they...th-they got him....I couldn't sto-stop them" Brax managed to say through the pain. The blood still poured from his wound, and tears from his eyes.

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

(Uh...Recap from whenever I was last seen posting?)

 

[PenBlade1326]

Brax's eyes began unleashing little waterfalls of tears. He was in such physical pain...he felt like death was approaching him. And then the emotional pain of letting Ian be kidnapped by the Trackers. He felt like he could've done better, and he felt like the others would hate him for losing Ian. "I-I'm sorry....I couldn't save h-him..." Brax said to Harley as she screamed for John.

 

[Hi Im Red]

"Shit," Harley said, her eyes looking at the wound and not listening to what Brax said. "Brax, we need to get you to a hospital," she said putting her hands over the wound, "John get your ass down here or so help me I will kill you!" She yelled.


(Sorry for short reply, don't have much time; I'm at work)

 

[wonderboy1234]

(@WolfOfProphecys just join in like you were here the whole time. Didn't realize you were still interested in this role play sorry x3 )


Jonathan threw the husky plushie down on the bed and he bolted out of the room. He ran down the stairs and saw Brax bleeding on the couch. Harley was cutting off his shirt and the first aid kit was next to here. "What the fuck happened out there?" Jonathan asked full of fear and anxiety. He looked out all the windows and saw nothing. No one was in site. He was still weary and drew his knife off his belt. He gripped the handle so tightly his knuckles turned white.