forum Mafia Children. Gay. O/O Closed.

Started April 20, 2019 by Deleted user

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"I'm not worried 'bout you attacking me, I have an idea." He nodded, a smile already forming. "-Do you wanna see something really cool, but terrible and inhumane at the same time?"

Skye watched him carefully. "W-What is it?" he asked, curious, a slight glimmer of hope appearing.

"Come with me." He ushered and stumbled into the hallway in a drunken walk. He led them downstairs, carefully holding the steady, yet splintering banister as he went down. Under the stairs was a closet, with a lock. Alaric lifted the dead potted plant off the floor and grabbed the key, immediately unlocking the closet and gesturing for Skye to follow. This wasn't your typical closet. A whole bunker stocked with guns, bows, knives, arrows, and crossbows lined the walls. It was well lit, though a bit dusty.
"I ever tell you 'bout my childhood?" He deadpanned.

Skye shook his head, completely unfazed by anything around him. "No, you haven't." he said, ignoring the sight of all the weapons.

"My dad," He started, dusting off the top of boxes and reading the labels, "Was obsessed with making me learn how to use these, just when I was a kid," Alaric thought of all the practices they had, back when they lived in the south, where they'd practice in their orchard. "I was a good shot, just too little." Sighing, Rick turned to face Skye and rolled up his left sleeve. Across his forearm were multiple scars from the bowstring snapping on him.

Skye raised an eyebrow, "Didn't he ever give you an armguard??" he asked.

"No, we didn't have one, and he said that it'd make me tougher." Alaric sighed and opened a black box in the near corner of the room. "This was my bow, It's broken, unfortunately, but that's not going to be a problem." He touched the upper limb reminiscing, then grabbed the arrows and shut it.

Skye followed him curiously. "Now I'm confused, and curious, so you'd better have answers, or I'll read your mind and find them myself."

Alaric paused, "You can do that?" He sure hoped he was lying, because if he knew how he felt… He shrugged it off.
"After I stopped with the bow, I moved onto a crossbow." The box on the left of the black one was newer and square. Alaric pushed the release locks and got chills. Rick breathed in, "This, is our plan. So far."

"Dad uses me as a lie detector, because I'm a telepath. Also known as the perfect spy." he sighed. "Though I kinda don't like invading other people's minds…"

Alaric made a sound of calm agreement but was also panicking inside, cool, cool, cool, coolcoolcool
"Hmm, can you tell me if I'm still a good shot? Does it work that way?"

"No" said Skye, "I can only read thoughts, and speak to other's telepathically. "It's also how I knew you were in trouble. I sensed you thinking my name…"

"That's cool." Alaric nodded, making a mental note to make absolutely no coherent thoughts until he could figure out what was wrong with him. "But I guess that means that I'm going to have to see for myself, whether or not we can pull this off." Alaric picked up the crossbow with his free hand and gestured for Skye to follow him out the back door.

Skye followed him willingly. "Let me get one thing straight. I never purposely listen to thoughts. I can sometimes tell whether someone's nervous or happy by the tone of their thoughts, but I rarely ever listen to them. I always block it out, so all I ever hear is a constant, incoherent chatter." he explained.

He nodded, "I respect that," Squinting at the outdoor light, he thought Skye's words after "Let me get one thing straight," would be
"I'm straight." He nodded with his calm facade and scanned their littered back yard for something to aim at. His eyes fell upon a cracked tile on the neighbour's three-storey roof and prepped his crossbow.

Skye watched with interest, "I'm just saying, since most people freak about the possibility of me seeing their thoughts.."

Alaric was mentally screaming. "Hmm, weird," Alaric said out loud and aimed. The weight of it was familiar, like his mother's cigarettes. He tilted it slightly to the right, took a deep breath, and pulled the trigger. The arrow soared through the air, buzzing, and cracked the target into two.

Skye looked up, impressed. "Nice" he said, "Though I'm not sure how that'd help… I can shield pretty quick, worst case scenario I'd end up taking the shot." he said.

Alaric sighed, put the crossbow down, and lied on the dead grass, spread out like a star, exhausted.
"I'm defeated." He moaned.

Skye sighed, flopping next to him. then he remembered something. "Th-There might be something you could do… but… It'd be dangerous…"

Alaric propped himself up on one elbow and turned to study Skye. "Tell me."

"You'll have to be a very good shot.. and we'd have to find it…" said Skye, "But if you take me out, then Dad will be helpless.."

Alaric studied him for a moment, waiting for him to tell him he was kidding, joking, April fools, anything. But his expression remained the same. He jolted upright when he figured out he wasn't kidding. "You want me to what?!"

"There's a certain substance out there, that will act like poison. It'll weaken me physically, and block my powers." said Skye. "If I use it, I can disable myself, and you can take out my dad."

"Oh thank God." Alaric sighed in relief, "I thought you wanted me to shoot you or somethin'." He thought about what this could mean. If he left home, his dad would know and accuse him of talking to the feds. Dead. He thought. If he left home but maybe, possibly killed his dad when he got back? Probably not dead Plus, Junebug would be dead, and Skye would be free.

"That's the thing…" said Skye. "The stuff I'm talking about can kill me… it'll only be so long before it becomes deadly and does kill me…" he sighed. "The easiest way to do it will be for you to shoot it into me…"

Alaric twisted a finger through a lock of his gold hair and pulled. He looked at Skye with eyes that'd seen so much violence, so much trauma he wouldn't even wish on their fathers. Would he wager more of his sanity for someone who made him so nervous that it could drive him insane? He looked him in the eyes and said, "If that's what you want, and that's what you need. I'll do it."