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Creation date: February 13, 2009, 8:17 a

In the clear afternoon of day, the city went about it's busy schedule, people going and coming from work, shops selling the regular items, and getting ready for the Holiday rush. Snow had fallen and blanketed the streets in a heavy white layer that was now turning brownish from the heavy traffic. More snow was falling, adding to the already thickened blanket and blurring the vision of busy people out doing their daily shopping at the hours chime. Streets and shop windows were decorated with several different themes of holiday joy.

The lights were all strung about and flashing in various patterns that matched the various arrays of hews. Carolers were out singing in harmony and tune the songs they had practiced all year long. Children played in the heavy white snow, making snowmen, snow angels and involving other kids with heavy snowball fights. It was a calm and quiet December day. The afternoon was frigid and frost bitten, you could see your own breath fog before you.

In the cool corner of the market place, upon a sudden moment the window broke, shards of glass flew through the air and landing in the snow as the alarm sounded in waves of nonstop high toned ringing. The outside onlookers stopped and gasped as an 18 year old elf crashed through the window at the same time. He had shoulder length long black hair and piercing green eyes that darted around, his elongated ears were pierced and from each dangled and connected to the next piercing was a silver and gold chain. His leathers were slightly bloody and torn from the shards of glass.

A second was out shortly after, he was clad in black leathers as well, and he had short elven ears and a green eye that blared brightly in the sunlight. A leather strap around the forehead supported the dark leather eye strap that hid the truth from the world. He was older by a good few handful of years. Long blondish brownish hair that tapered the back of the neck and down in front of his eyes, covering the patch upon his right eye.

Sirens were blaring wildly in the distance and getting closer by the minute. Both boys stood, forcing their bodies to get over the shock and pain for the moment, looking around they gathered the bags of groceries they had taken with out paying. Looking around they realized the only true path of safety was off the ground. Time to be sky high Rio!¨ he older one nodded tilted his one good eye up and inclining his neck. A pair of wings, both demonic and angelic in various ways ripped through the membrane like sack, flesh and shirt outwards, he gave them an out and upward flap sending the remains of the yolk like bloody sack everywhere.

"Very nice... last time I eat anything red and meaty with you jack ass...¨ He said and then spread forth in very much the same manor a white pair of clawed angel wing and with his entire strength rose to flap and in the air. The sirens were there and the cars skid loudly as a march of police poured from the vehicles. "PUT YOUR HANDS UP! LOWER YOURSELF TO THE GROUND AND FREEZE!¨ The police sergeant called forth and had guns aimed directly at the boys.

Both boys smirked playfully and knew surrender was not possible, not know, with Christmas on its way, and the kids of the street starving, this wasn't the time or day for it. "Merry F***ing Christmas!!¨ the boys said and with that darted off into the air, both boys weaving through the skies as swiftly as they could.

From the ground some one watched with fascination, he had long silver hair to his shoulders and odd purple eyes, a leather spiked collar around his throat and a doctor's suit on. "Way to go boys...¨ He said and was already ahead of things. He had followed the two and paid off everything they took when they left. Looking above the rim of his black shades his moment of excitement was fast lived.

The police were ready, this time with a modified gun that shot small sharp thin hooks like a multi fish hook from the barrel. "Aim for the wings of the demon boy there! Lets see how they like this Christmas present!¨ The sergeant snickered. "FIRE AT WIIL!¨ the called over the radio. The shots were heard and so was the cry of pain from Rio as the many barbed hooks latched on to any flesh they caught the slightest and sunk in deeply.



The momentum of his speed was enough for the hooks to rip through the membranes of the fragile wings, sending Rio plummeting. The wind was rushing faster and he could only flail his wings, entangling the wire and hooks even more. Anastosio called out in horror and dove to catch him. "GET OUT OF HERE! STOSI! TAKE THE GROCERIES AND GO!!¨ He said and hit the street level hard with a thud. Anastosio looked on with shock he descended downward, not even caring about the police that were moments away. Rio looked up. "Fool just leave!¨ and with that he took a blade and threw at Anastosio, hitting him in the arm. "FLY IDIOT! AND DON'T LOOSE THE BLADE!¨ He said and collapsed.


Anastosio grimaced and yet took up all the groceries he could find and get, then bolted through the skies swiftly. "What's he thinking? That jerk! Taking all the glory!¨ He said then slowed after a good stretch thinking it over,"No. He saved my life. If we both were to be snagged...I¨ He shuttered at the very thought, but more of how much pain Rio must be taking now and will be going through.

Back at the scene the police had arrived and yanked the boy up by his hair, slammed cuffs on and bound his wings sadly together. Even though he was unconscious and still a child, they treated him like their number one catch of the day. The doctor glared as he wiped tears from his eyes as he could only stand and watch. "If they would only listen to these kids, things like this would not happen!¨

The doctor watched the police laugh and slam the boy into the truck and drive off. It angered him profusely to see such an act. Did they really hate them THAT much? To rip him from the skies like a kid tearing paper? He wasn't a Christmas goose or duck for the hunting. He took a deep breath and relaxed, he could feel instinct want to rip out of him and rip some flesh off as his eyes swirled behind the dark shades and pupils changed. A wind arose up around him, chilling and yet hot. Not now... its time for me to go do my job.¨ He said and with a fist clinched in rage and anger he walked off the scene.

The car slowly stopped in a shaded area and he was nervous as he could be at this point. He watched everything in slow motion, near fascinated by it. The front car doors open the police laughing as they got out and approached. The keys being pulled from the pockets, the car door opening as they reached in for him time seem to explode, like its breaking from the slow pace. They grabbed him by the arm, wing, hair, shirt or anything they could, and dragged him out.

Rio stood on edge for a few minutes, well more like the whole entire time, though he had broken leg, or so it felt like it, they forced him to stand. He quick glanced around and felt even so more afraid then he was already could be. Here was in an alley, none the less the same alley Anastosio was raped and beaten countless times and he would stand there and let it happen. Still hand cuffed and tied at the wings he knew this wasn’t going to be in his favor. He also knew running wasn’t the greatest idea in world. The whole flight or fight theory wasn’t a working option here.

For the first half they teased and laughed and shoved him around. Smacking him in the back of the head and causing him to near topple over and such. This he also did recognize in what the others did to Anastosio as well. They beat him and pushed him around, tearing at his clothes till the shirt came off and ripping it from him, exposing the chest and newly formed wounds from the ambush of barbed hooks that caught him.

Now Rio was not an ugly kid, he was very well built; slender and slightly muscular like an elf should be who wanted to survive the next day, week, month or even year. His eye patch was the next thing to go, and that pissed him off, simply due to the fact that it was like his identity and he felt even nuder without it. They circled in and glanced between each other and then one of them shoved him down as one behind grabbed his hair and ears and pulled him down to the ground. Rio cried out but it went unheard as the hands of manly greed muffled his cries. There was like four or five of them there that he could count through all this.

Several undid his pants and yanked them as far down as the ankles and did the same as well for his underwear, using them both to keep his feet and legs tied. Rio made as much of a fuss and struggle to delay the obvious but it wasn’t working. One of them grabbed his member and started to massage and milk it to waken the blood flow. As one from behind snapped a rope around his neck and held it tight like a collar. He gave a gasp and tried to keep it in, but pleasure wasn’t going to be easily ignore

One from behind started to trace the injured spots of the wings and kiss along his neck, though this one was smart enough to hold his ear tightly so Rio couldn’t head butt him. The one slowly kissed along Rio ’s pale flesh, using his damp, pink tongue to trace and slide along it nibbling and slowly running it along his shoulders and up the neck. Rio gasped and moaned softly, it was a sound no one had heard from him, a soft, gentle tenor’s moan, like a young boy almost.

One of them slowly worked the member. Slowly and firmly, pushing and pulling and frequently tracing the tip with his thumb and going around the lip and taking the marbles with in his hands started to pull slightly and squeeze them. Rio moaned and gasped under their ministrations and shivered slightly in fear and pleasure. Another started to trace his flesh, taking great care to run his fingers over the aroused nipples and tweak tenderly. His body jumped, twitched and writhed constantly. He his breaths came in deep gasps for air as his I mind spun on how Anastosio must have hurt.

The one from behind slowly slid his fingers down and toyed with the opening as Rio squirmed and twisted about with pleasure. Seeing how he wasn’t a threat but now a submissive boy the one released his ear and ran his hands along the inside of Rio ’s thighs and hips. Rio tilted his head back and moaned as the one nibbled along the highly sensitive ears that caused his body to quake with please.

As the night went on the waves of pleasure washed up on him like some cold monster of the sea. His body became a glistening gem as sweat settled upon the flesh and glimmered, droplets would gather and tickle down his higher body. His eyes began to moisten and gleam as he got a deeper understanding of how Anastosio had managed to bare with this. His eyes or at least his only eye shut tightly as tears started to gather. His own breath leaving his lips and becoming a stream cloud till it was blown away.

Then at some point when he had lost all control, the care they were taking, turned sour like milk in the summer that was left in the heat or a fruit left unpicked from the tree. One of them tided him up. His body forced upon his knees and the rope around his neck tied to bumper of the car so he was forced to remain kneeling. As his body trembled he could just barely here the police undo their pants, the sound of the zippers and belts being pulled free gave him an inward shutter that he thought this is what Anastosio had felt, but he wasn’t there yet. One of them from behind wrapped his arms around Rio ’s slender waist and yanked the boy into him. Inserting harshly and hitting the spot in one go. As Rio ’s gasped in extreme pleasure, one from he front stepped forward and stuck his own member in Rio ’s mouth and started to move in and out. They untied his front as creativity became the way to free access and had him sitting on his knees as one placed his head in Rio ’s lap and started to suckle on Rio ’s member and massage his sack harder.

Rio ’s body shuddered even more as the night slowly wore on, he would muffle moans and whimper as they took no care to make it easy on or for him. They shoved and yanked, sucked and licked. Sending him into further shock, he would have just shut his mind down but Anastosio’s whole life seemed to pass before him. His mind refused to let him see anything else but how he let the boy be treated. He felt so wrong now seeing it from the other side. As his thoughts uncoiled he felt the trace of leather along his back and as each lash from about two belts hit him, he saw each memory of Anastosio and how he had suffered, from the very first when he was only five and Rio was 10. How he called him brother and Rio had attacked him, shoving him off and letting him be raped on the spot. All of it until he was Anastosio had gone missing and left the old gang. Rio never did ask any questions about what had happened, though he knew as the raping went on, as the beatings went on that it had to stop… Now.

After hours of pure rape, abuse and beatings, and they all had their turns he was left, hanging by a thread for the last burst of pleasure to go off, hot steamy body glistening with sweat and crimson. His back and limbs and bruised, swollen, red and painfully hot to the touch, he laid there, in the snow around him, barely able to spit the contents of the night out. Morning had not set out to brighten the dark, and his memories and thoughts tormented him for the rest of the night as he lay there in silence.

(continued)

His head hurt, his body really hurt, his wings didn't even classify as pain anymore as he slowly came to feel his body. He also felt groggy, the second since to pull through was sound, the sound of chains, laughter and misery. He already knew by the feel of the cold damp floor where he was. The question was now, how was he going to get out of where he was.

That thought was delayed as he heard the loud sound of wood hitting metal in front of him. He groaned and opened the one eye, though it made his head spin even more and head hurt twice as worse he blinked. "Alright, alright ya jack ass, I'm as wake as I can get stupid morons...¨ he groaned as he tried to sit up and ended up crying out in massive pain and then realizing his own voice hurt his head. He sat up slowly and rested against the back wall as the chief of police waltzed in. "I think I'm gonna be sick...¨ He moaned.


The chief was well rounded, thick and sturdy as a mule, might be just as stupid though after the fall, he is starting to wonder about him. " I finally caught you. Ripped from he skies and brought you down to earth eh?! Thought you were above the law to be stealing and robbing stores eh? Thought you could out smart me eh? Well lookie, lookie who got thrown in the cage boy! And soon the rest of ya will be joining you! Especially the other winged delinquent that tags along with you¡K what's your buddies name again?¡¨


Rio just gave him that "Are you really that stupid.¨ look and flipped him off. "Like hell I'll be telling ya his name... and you best not be touchin that boy either!¨ Rio snapped at him with a glare. He couldn't believe he was sticking up for him. Though the more he thought on the subject the more he realized one thing. It was himself who was caught, not Anastosio, it was Rio.

He grinned and hoped he was right as he glared the man down. "Fool that kids is quicker, meaner, and more nasty to catch them I am cornered against a wall with your fat ass...¨ He said, he might as well start rethinking now, who knows how long he would be here. The sergeant just laughed at him. "You were an easy kid even if you were as hard and rough as you say you are, there won't be a chance in hell for him.¨ He said turning walked out the door and closing he stopped.''However. If you turn him in, I'll let you go this once, word of police.¨


Rio knew as crumby as the police were, they still kept their word... and freedom sounded like the best thing. He was about to speak and then the thought hit him hard. Anastosio had never ratted on him. Had never cowered, or done anything to upset him to the point of turning him in. Anastosio would never had taken the offer either. It would be Rio in the wrong, and Anastosio would not trust him, nor would any other person on the street. He lowered his head and shook it. "Go to hell ass hole I ain't turning anybody in.¨


"Very well, we'll see how long you last here kid then we'll talk.¨ He said and gave an eerie smile as the door closed and locked. Rio began to think, maybe Anastosio wasn't that bad. The cold room started to remind him on how things were back in the hided out. Even though there were limited blankets, Anastosio always gave him his own blanket, even after the fights, Rio had waken up warm. Anastosio kept the fires going all night long and kept watch various times. Those fires and the blanket would be great about now as he curled into a painful ball. The secure look on Anastosio's face, even though he was kid was more welcoming then the cold iron bars before him.

Anastosio could not sleep, a throbbing feeling, a clinching in his gut, what ever it was he wasn’t aloud to sleep. It was also too quiet for his likings. Hoping and praying never seemed to do anybody good anymore so he tried to calm down. Though as he stood on the edge of the unfinished floor and looked around, his eyes darted about, searching for something that could not be found. His black hair flowed freely in the night wind and whipped about his face. “What’s not right here... something is seriously wrong… but what?” He uttered to himself as he looked about. Putting on the thick black leather jacket he spread his wings forth and leapt into the wind.

He headed for the cell bars; a sickening feeling within him told him it wasn’t here is where he should be. As he came upon the bars it was clear. Rio was not there anymore. A shudder hit him and he had to land and grip the bars to shake himself full to rid of it. Quickly he reached in and grabbed the blanket and then wrenched it through the bars. Then he reached in and barely was able to grab the canteen and bag of food. Having the blanket folded neatly and canteen slung about his shoulder he gripped the bag and turned to face the night. “Hold on Rio … I’m coming.” He spoke to the night and took to wing.


Rio smirked slightly. "But he's still an ass...¡¨ he said sat quietly.
Anastosio had made it back to the hide out safely, the gang stood and stared at the scene, Rio's blade embedded in Anastosio¡¦s arm and the bags of groceries he held. Anastosio took a deep breath as he set the bags down and folded his really sore and tired wings. ¡§Rio got caught. I'd gone to help but he wanted me to get out of sight¡K¡¨ the silence remained and several took the time to joke lightly on how the Rio was out done by the kid he so hated. Anastosio pulled the blade from his arm and glared at the group in dismay. ¡§THAT ISN¡¦T TRUE!!¡¨ he snapped loudly.
¡§Rio is not a frekin wuss... the police got new toys alright... and if non of you care... I DO!!¡¨ He snarled and several jumped. ¡§I can¡¦t believe you all. He gave his life for several of yours and you just dismiss him?¡¨ He said as he started to bandage the arm, then one of them spoke up. ¡§Whoa, whoa Stos¡K Yeah we all know that but he¡¦s dissed and neglected you from the get go and here you are defending him?¡¨ The group agreed to it and spoke amongst each other. Even Anastosio seem to be rethinking it over. Why was he defending the kid that never once looked at him¡K? ¡§So¡K I don¡¦t care!¡¨ He blurred out and everybody seemed to understand that Anastosio had either lost it or was confused himself.
Anastosio gathered up the blanket and some food and water and looked to the group. ¡§I¡¦ll be back and Rio still leads...¡¨said and took off. Luckily they¡¦ve both been chased by the same police outfit that he knew where Rio would be. Gliding through the shadows and avoiding any stranger he saw he found himself hovering till he could recognize the ever-common sound of Rio¡¦s cussing. Anastosio sighed and tried not to laugh as he glided to the window. ¡§Psst¡K. Psst! Hey jail bait!¡¨ Anastosio had to rub it in, though it wasn¡¦t the greatest idea for getting Rio¡¦s attention, it worked¡K
Rio looked up as a big thick blanket descended upon him like a bird of prey and then a canteen and small sack of food. After defeating the blanket he looked up to see Anastosio there at the jail window. ¡§What the fuck are you doing here you ass! Get your fluff and buff, white tar-tar, feathery no good ass out of here before you get caught and I have to save you!!¡¨ He hissed and Anstosio could only roll his eyes and chuckle to himself.
¡§Oh really, great and fearless leader...? Whose on what side of the bars talking about saving whom?¡¨ He said giving Rio the look of ¡§Are YOU stupid?¡¨ and then sighed. ¡§Look, I got concerned for your¡K you know¡K well ass being in there and thought you might want a blanket and some chow¡K¡¨ He then added. ¡§But¡K if you don¡¦t need it I¡¦ll take it back and leave your sorry ass here...¡¨ He grabbed the blanket and started to pull it back. Rio instantly latched on to the blanket and yanked it back wrapping himself around it. ¡§No! No! Mine! Mine! Mine! Gimme the danm blanket!¡¨ And he pulled it back in and wrapped himself up in defensively groaning in pain.
Anastosio could only laugh it up; he sure was a demy-demon if he ever saw one. Then the blanket spoke. ¡§Ass... I mean hey Stos¡K uhm¡K well... how¡¦s the gang?¡¨ Anastosio thought to himself ¡§Well... he¡¦s slowly coming around to it... Give it a bit more time¡K¡¨
He shook his head and answered, telling Rio about the groups opinion and how they took it. Rio seemed distressed thought it was more of pain then anything else.
¡§Rio rest, alright... Things will be fine and besides you¡¦re a tough shit head if not the whole ass right? So you¡¦ll be able to handle anything that comes your way... I¡¦ll also help get you out of here¡K¡¨ Anastosio remarked and then smiled and flew to the building just across from the cell window. Rio wasn¡¦t sure on anything anymore¡K He knew he had really trashed Anastosio time and time again and yet the kid remains loyal. He could have easily turned him in at any given time to police, gotten cash, a home and been happy. Though for years, he never had done that¡K

Truthfully Anastosio was worried about him. He couldn¡¦t be there to back this time, so what ever was coming Rio had to take on himself. He reached through the bars and touched his shoulder lightly. ¡§I¡¦ll be in the area, yell if you need me¡K okay pal?¡¨ Rio smirked and placed the hand on his shoulder that didn¡¦t hurt so much and nodded. ¡§Alright... but don¡¦t ya be going off far or coming in late¡K or getting caught or thinkin¡¦ I owe ya one¡K¡¨ He said though he knew he really owed him one. Anastosio was about to turn and and go when the grip took his hand.
¡§Hey ass... I Stos¡¦¡K Sorry, about the¡K you... know... blade in arm routine¡K back there¡K¡¨ He said and smiled a bit at him. Anastosio smiled and nodded back, ¡§It¡¦s alright¡K I¡¦m quite used to it now you know¡K¡¨ ¡§IT¡¦S NOT ALRIGHT!¡¨ Rio couldn¡¦t believe had said that¡K Neither did Anastosio. Both stood there, staring at the other in that awkward silence. Rio shook his head and thought. ¡§Shit I really had gone soft¡K but anyways¡K I started it. I might as well end it now¡K¡¨ He said and sighed looking slightly down. ¡§Ya know I¡¦m in the for all of it¡K well some of it ¡K so don¡¦t be all sayin its okay when we both know it isn¡¦t¡K¡¨ Rio stated.
Anastosio knew for now, that was as close as an apology as he would get from Rio and nodded as he flew off to a near by tree building. Anastosio sighed and shook his head. ¡§Give it a bit more time Stos¡¦ a bit more time and he¡¦ll let up on ya¡K¡¨ He said with a worried smile as he gazed over at the jailhouse. ¡§Don¡¦t be a wise ass and take it on yourself Rio¡K me if you need help... I¡¦ll be there¡K alright¡KI dunno why but I will...¡¨ He said and ended up questioning himself more then he liked.
As night fell Rio knew he was vulnerable, they hadn¡¦t taken him into a hospital yet, or sent a nurse. Though he would welcome painkillers any grand ol¡¦ time now... even getting into Anastosio¡¦s stash was a welcome sight. He sighed and leaned back, still wrapped in the blanket, trying to stay awake. He knew better then to fall asleep in cell. Though it was hard not to. Though loneliness seem to setting in as he realized the truth of it now.
Upon the wind was a familiar trust worth sound, a harmonica, not just a harmonica, Anastosio¡¦s. Rio smiled even more and shook his head. ¡§You idiot, you didn¡¦t just leave¡K you ¡K actually stuck around¡K seriously now.¡¨ He murmured to himself and snickered softly, he was so glad to hear such a welcoming sound. He relaxed as the doubts of Anastosio leaving him drifted out with the snow from the cell¡¦s window.
Strangely they didn¡¦t touch him all night, though he woke with wood clanging upon the metal bars again. ¡§Rise and shine beautiful... time to go see the doctor!¡¨ One of them piped up and Rio woke with the thought of ¡§Thank god for frickin¡¦ painkillers!¡¨ They snatched him up and dragged him out, Rio tried not to protest but this more even more painful. ¡§Hey! Hey! I¡¦m already in pain and broke! Ya tryin¡¦ to kill me here or what!¡¨ He said groggily and received a reply he now had to think on. ¡§Maybe we should since you offered¡K¡¨ Rio decided to stay quiet till out of their hearing range¡K just for good measure. You never know right?
They dragged into the front, slammed him yet again into the police car and took him towards the hospital. The ride was all in an eerie silence. Though he watched the hospital go by slowly, a real creepy chill went up his back and slid down and up again. ¡§Uhm... Boys... That kind of was the hospital right? Ya missed the turn. We could turn here and uhm... yeah...¡¨ He said as he watched them continue down the dark alley. ¡§Oh fuck¡K¡¨ he uttered, he knew what was coming¡K He had done it before¡K then he remembered¡K it was Anastosio he had done this to¡K years ago.



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