Soapy Land
Thread Topic: Soapy Land
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Okay do I date good food or healthy food
After Drake headed inside, Rosario hesitated for a moment, and then darted forward. Screw that, he wasn't sitting around. However, once he turned the corner to the hall, he stopped. Victory was the first one- Her head was smashed in, her face torn to bits. Her fingers were gone on one hand, and her other arm was completely gone. Her husband was laying a few feet away from her, in a better state only that he wasn't missing any limbs. Rosario's half brother, Elyan, was sitting on the couch, still, like a wooden doll. Only, this doll didn't have eyes. Or lips. Or hands. Rosario started to scream when a hand went over his mouth, pulling him backwards.
"Now, now. Your mommy and daddy went through all that trouble, refusing to tell me where you were, to keep you safe, only for you to show up here. Shame. Oh, you're the boyfriend? Be still, or I'll snap his little neck." The last part was directed at Drake.
"..We can still call him the name you came up with," Rayson offered, giving him a small smile, as Ellie slid into the back. -
Good food duh
Drake was quite silenced by the sight of the carnage. It was like something he'd see in a horror movie, or read about in a crappy internet creepypasta, only it was much realer and one hundred times worse. He only snapped out of it when suddenly, someone else was talking, who was definitely not Rosario. He spun around, only to see his boyfriend being held back. His first instinct was to launch forward and protect Ro, but the other was threatening to kill him. Which, obviously, they seemed comfortable with doing.
"Let him go," he said, firmly, both of his hands in fists at his sides.
"I guess so," Arcelio murmured, but wasn't so sure anymore. Now that he realized that the baby already had a name and siblings, it no longer felt like his own. -
okay so it's between pizza and chips
"You see, I can't do that. Got orders from a higher up. And seeing as you're a witness.. I can't leave you here.." The man released Rosario, but, at the same moment, pulled a gun from his belt, aiming it at Drake. "Unless you're going to behave yourself and come get in the back of my truck. It's down the street. Leave your bike. Walk ten steps a head of me. If you try to run, I'll kill you both." With that, he lowered the gun, sliding it back into his belt. "Go."
"So, where to? And, where's Rodario?" -
pizza
But i prefer macaroni and cheese
Drake went to grab Rosario, but the gun was pulled and he froze with both of his arms reached out to the boy. His heart was stopped until the weapon was put away again, and, after pulling Rosario under one of his arms, he nodded hurriedly. "Yeah, yeah, okay," he breathed, and started walking.
"To Drake's house. And apparently, that's where Rosario's at." He huffed, and decided to vent his frustration by rocking the baby in his arms gently. -
You can have MC I want pizza
Rosario felt numb. It was all coming back now. Five years with Archer. Five in solitude. Fear set in, and so did the anger. He pulled away from Drake, shaking his head. "I'd rather die than go back Archer. Screw that."
The man laughed, a long, long laughed, shaking his head. "Kid, I don't work for Archer. I'm with.. Well, to put it simply, I'm under your father's ex-boss. I'm an assassin. This is a, um, special assignment. I have to track down your Daddy at all costs, kid. And you."
"Oh," He hummed, turning the vehicle around. "All over f---ing town, then." -
Deal
Drake didn't feel any reassurance in hearing that they weren't going to be kidnapped by the guy who'd molested Rosario for years. No, he felt even worse because the alternative held a vague outcome. "Rosario, please," he said, trying to take his arm into his hand. Normally, he would show some kind of resistence, but that was with idiot jocks at school. Not with big guys with guns.
"I know," he breathed, sighing heavily. -
Rosario stayed where he was, crossing his arms. "I'm not going anywhere with someone I don't know. F--- that, man." The man sighed, and pulled out a rag, stepping forward. He pressed it over Rosario's mouth and nose, and, after a moment, the boy collapsed. "Carry him."
"I'm gonna kill that kid," Rayson muttered. -
Drake's eyes widened, and he caught Rosario as quickly as he could before he hit the ground. "No, what the hell did you do to him!?" He yelled, trying to pull Rosario back up without avail.
For once, Arcelio didn't argue with this blatant threat. "Yep." -
"Don't worry. He'll wake up. Just something to keep him quiet." The man put the rag away, nodding to him again.
"I can't wait." -
Drake decided he was pretty done with all that s--- as well, and looked at the man. "I don't know who the f--- you are, so you can take Rosario over my dead body."
The baby in Arcelio's arms suddenly started to squirm, making little sounds of distress. It gripped at Arcelio's shirt, looking up at him with teary eyes. "Ray, I think he's hungry, what do I do?" -
The man smiled, and pulled the gun out, aiming it at Rosario's head. "Thing is, I can kill him and say I had to. I can kill you and say I had to. And I wont get any dirt. But if I bring in two new recruits.. I'll get rewards. So, either you can carry him, or I can blow his brains out."
"OhmyGod," He muttered, rolling his eyes. After a minute, he pulled into a small store. "I'm gonna get some water and formula. Be right back." With that, he headed inside. -
Drake lost his bravery again, as he really had no chance against a gun. Instead, he took up the deffensive. He picked Rosario up, heaving the boy's legs around his hips, and tucked his head under his chin. This way, as long as Drake walked with his back to the man, he couldn't shoot Ro besides in the leg.
The baby didn't calm down at all in the passing minutes, and was crying, kicking his legs and pulling Arcelio's shirt. He tried shushing it, and rocking it back and forth, but it only helped a little. -
The man once again put the gun away, moving to open the door for him. "Go on, then."
When Rayson returned, he quickly fixed a bottle, handing it to Arcelio. "When Rosario was born, Victory couldn't nurse, and.. Yeah. Formula's pretty good." -
Drake tried to be as gentle as he could with the unconscious boy he was carrying as he walked out of the house. He rubbed his back, even though he wouldn't feel it, and kept his pace steady.
Arcelio took the bottle and tilted it up, gently guiding it to the baby's lips. Gus gladly took it, bring his little baby hands to hold it along with Arcelio's while he sucked on it. The little baby was so cute, so small, Arcelio thought, and it made him smile while Gus was mindlessly suckling on the bottle. -
The van was one of the ones made for moving. The man moved to the back, opening it. "In."
"..You're going to be such a good dad, Arcelio," Rayson hummed, before starting the car once again, heading toward Drake's house.
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