My Dark Side w/ Tenny
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Thread Topic: My Dark Side w/ Tenny
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Alex sighed in relief and released Randson's throat. "Good." He nodded to his man, who went to stand at the door.
Wynter smiled down at the poor kitty and pulled the small body from the sack. He was just as scared about the silence as Nonna and temporarily shared in the fear. Mainly because he needed the cat to hush up. He gently pet the thing and asked it again to be quiet. -
Randson kept his eyes closed and stayed silent, waiting for something, anything to happen. He was kinda bored, and wanted to take a nap. He was once again sleepy, but sitting in the chair tied up was preventing him from sleeping.
Nonna pressed the side of her face into his hand, staying sent like she was told to. She just wanted to get her owner and go back home. She ws hungry. -
Alex got frustrated with the lack of response from the younger and leaned forward, pressing his face close to Randson's. "You want the needle again?"
Wynter nodded and put that cat back into the bag. He went to the window and secured a rope to a sturdy post in the room, allowing the rope to hang out a little. He found a hole in the floor far away from where he heard Randson to be and stuck a grenade in it. -
Randson opened one eye, letting out a small sigh. "Please, be quiet. Can't you see I'm trying to take a nap? And no, no needles, please.." He begged, not noticing anything happening on the same floor as him.
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Alex got mad. "You don't tell me to be quiet. I tell you to shut your mouth. You wanna get slapped again?" He got his hand ready to backhand the smartmouth.
Wynter took a deep breath and pulled the pin. He silently raced over to the window and started climbing down the rope. Five seconds later, detonation. Half the floor caved in and two guys on Randson's floor raced over, ready to shoot the enemy that wasn't there. Alex stayed by the boy. -
Randson was about to open his mouth to answer when there was a loud noise. He gasped as he watched half of the floor he was on cave in, the two guys running over to attack whoever or whatever it was. Randson whimped, shifting in his chair. "Can we gooo?"
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Wynter rappelled down to the second floor and busted through the window. He had his gun out instantly and both he and Alex fired a shot simultaneously.
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Randson screamed, trying to make himself smaller in the chair. He was still tied up and couldn't move. He could only watched as his kidnapper and his boyfriend both shot at each other. He screetched again, sobbing.
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They both took a hit, Wynter in the leg and Alex in the shoulder. When he got on ground level, the former rushed the latter and they engaged in an uncivilized fistfight. The two the ran after the explosion were still unaware.
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Randson shut his eyes shut, tears still pouring out of them. He didn't want to watch the fight. He somewhat relaxed in the chair and stopped fighting against the ropes. He just sat there crying and sobbing.
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After a few more minutes, Wynter became the stronger. By this time, the two were rushing and shooting, but Wynter had a machine gun. They were obliterated in seconds. He took a few seconds to assess the room before walking over to Randson. He suddenly hoped that Nonna was okay, since he and Alex had rolled around on the floor. Come on, bulletproof bag.. he prayed as he knelt down in front of Randson. "Baby.."
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Randson's ears were ringing, and with his eyes still closed tight, it was hard to tell if it was indeed his boyfriend talking to him or not. He opened his eyes, tears still spilling out, even when he confirmed the voice was Wynter's. "I wanna-" hiccup-"..go home and..-" hiccup-"..sleep.." He murmered.
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Wynter sighed and nodded "okay.." He took his only knife- a machete- and cut the ropes that bound his boyfriend. He reached into his bag and gently took a hold of Nonna. "I have a present" he stated hopefully, handing his boyfriend the cat.
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Randson gave a small smile as he took hold of the small kitten who was mewing loudly at her owner. Randson got up from the metal chair slowly, yawning. He went behind his boyfriend and jumped onto his back wih the kitten in his arms, careful to avoid touching the leg that had been shot. He rested his head against the older's back.
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Wynter grunted a little at the new pressure but dealt with it. Not exactly how he planned on carrying the boy, but it worked. He made sure that Randson was secure and raised an eyebrow, glad that he had moved the machine gun before the boy made his move. He quickly went to exit the building, making last minute adjustments and shots along the way.
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