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Chapter One
AN: I had posted this in my ficlet collection. Now I am trying to turn it into a proper story. Review, and let me how I can improve. Also if I find I can not, for whatever reason, continue this then I will let someone adopt it.This story will contain dark themes including but not limited to: Murder, Arson, Drug use, having sex with a minor, and torture. Some of it will be graphic, rape and having sex with a minor though will mostly be referenced.
If I can find someone to write the lemons and some of the action scenes, then I will post a NC-17 version of this story. I would like to thank DarkGoddess for inspiring me to write this story.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story as they belong to their proper owners. Except the OC's who chances are, will not be very important. Now on with the story.
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Sunnydale, California 1989
"Are you sure that's him?" Came the gravely voice from inside the long, dark limousine. The impressive vehicle was parked in front of a playground where children of all sorts were playing. 'Hell,'the man thought looking at a child with what seemed to be orange skin, 'I'm not even sure that all of them are human.'
"Absolutely," said the smooth, dark voice of the woman."He is the one Father took from us."
"Well Myca, we were a bit young I suppose." The man said amused as he stroked his chin, a thoughtful look crossing his features. Crossing his arms across his extremely expensive business suit, he turned back toward the window to return to watching a little dark haired boy who was playing with redheaded girl.
"That is not an excuse, Lavelle." Myca said sharply, before turning fathomless eyes to the little boy.
"I didn't say it was. Either way, Dad's dead and we found our little boy." Lavelle said as he watched another boy come up to the dark haired boy and his friend. The other boy said something and pushed the girl down, the dark haired boy snarled at the other boy before he tackled him, and started punching him.
"It seems familiar. Doesn't it?" Myca said as she followed his gaze.
"Yeah.Well enough waiting, let's go get our son before he commits his first murder at eight years old." Sighed Lavelle as he got out of the limo and walked toward the boy, Myca following at his side.
After pulling his son away from the other kid, which took a surprising amount of effort, he asked him where he lived. The boy, Alexander, told them. The boy stayed in the Limo with Myca as Lavelle walked up to Harris' house and knocked on the door.
Lavelle sneered as a drunk Tony Harris opened the door. He was thinking of simply killing the man and taking his son anyway when Anthony Harris spoke.
"Who are you and what do ya want?" Asked the deplorable man, as he focused on the man before him, something which judging by how much he had to drink, amazed Lavelle.
"You have a son named Alexander I believe, Mr. Harris?", Asked Lavelle though he already knew the answer.
"Yeah, what'd the little bastard do now?" Questioned Tony.
"What he did is not important.What is important is that I will pay you fifty thousand dollars if you transfer custody of him to me." Lavelle said with a smoothness that spoke of years' of practice, as he pulled stack of papers.
"Where do I sign?" Asked the truly disgusting man eagerly. Lavelle showed him where to sign. Ten minutes later the papers were signed and ready to go.
"Thank you for your cooperation.The money has already been transferred to your bank account. Enjoy." Lavelle smirked as he turned to walk back to the limousine.
"Wait a second! I didn't get your name!" Yelled Tony Harris.
"You can call me Top Dollar." Lavelle said as he got into the Limo.
5 Minutes later
Outside of the Harris' House a black SUV pulled up. An African American man in a black business suit with a long silver pinky ring on his right hand got out. He lit up a cigarette as he looked at the house. After a moment, he sighed and took out a silenced pistol.
"Goodbye Tony and Jessica Harris." Grange said as walked up to the front door.
3 Months Later
Xander didn't really know what to think of his newly found birth parents. It was...different than at the Harris' House of Hell, as he privately named his last home. Not bad, just odd. For example he couldn't remember when Jessica hugged him last, Myca on the other hand was always hugging or holding him. She would tell him old legends and stories of magic. She always told him that the eyes of someone or something was extremely powerful. That all the power in the world lay in the eyes. His Dad, Lavelle, told him that eyes are sometimes more useful than the people who bore them.
While his new Mom told him tales of myth and magic, his Dad told him about the different kinds of power.
{FLASHBACK}
"You see, son, there's all sorts of power in the world. There is the power of Knowledge, it can help you notice or figure out things, hell, the right knowledge of a person can get you whatever you want from them.
There is the power of Fear, when people show fear that means that they know your superior to them, that you can hurt them, that they are weaker than you, thus they are afraid to hurt you, because you will hurt them worse. There is Physical Power, this is linked to the power of fear, because they can hurt you more than you can hurt them. There is the power of perception, being able to 'read' people, to know their strengths and weaknesses.
Finally, there is the most risky and dangerous power of all, the power of emotions. They can fuel you to do amazing things, but they are also a great weakness. Because if you want to hurt someone very badly, you can go after someone they care for a great deal.
Power is freedom. If you learn how to use the forms of power I told you about, then you can do whatever you want to whomever you want."
{FLASHBACK END}
His Dad was also teaching what power is like by showing him what he can do to those weaker than him. For example last week his Dad brought him a goldfish, a sharp stick, and told him to have fun. Xander poked at the goldfish until it he stopped moving, no matter how much he poked it.
He couldn't figure it out, so he went to his Dad's office where his Dad was having dinner with his Mom. "Um, Dad?" He asked hesitantly.
His Dad looked up from his dinner and looked at him with curiosity, "Yeah Xander?" He asked.
"The fish stopped moving." Xander said shyly.
His Dad looked at him for a long moment, then he stood up and walked over to where the bed was, he stopped at the dresser and picked something up off of it, he looked at it for a moment before he returned back to Xander and knelt down his sons' level, then looked at him in the eye.
"It's dead, son. That's why it won't move." His dad spoke still looking at him. He then brought what he picked up and handed it to him. It was a snow globe with a gothic cemetery in it. His Dad then put his finger under his son's chin and lifted it up.
"Childhood's over the moment you know your gonna die." His Dad told him.
"Don't worry about the goldfish. I'll buy you another one tomorrow." His Dad told him smiling, then he reached out and rubbed his son's hair."After all, that's the best thing about when you kill something, there is always another one out there."
Xander smiled when his Mom got up off the table, wrapped her arms around him and kissed him on the forehead."Soon I'll get you a puppy." She told him smiling."My little Saint."
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Detroit, Michigan 1991
October 30th 3:20 PM
Devil's Night
Xander did NOT like school. His dad had insisted on him going to public school, as these would be the type of people he would most commonly do business with. This, Xander didn't mind so much, but his dad also insisted on a "classical" education as well. When Xander had complained to his dad about it, his dad had replied with "Well it isn't like you have anything else better to do" with a look that said 'I dare you to disagree with me'.
So Xander was forced to stick out school. When he started the other kids had teased him about his now shoulder length hair and expensive suits. Then one of the bullies woke up one morning next to his gutted pet cat, the cat was missing one of it's eyes. They had mostly stopped teasing him after that.
All except Tommy Michaels. What really ticked him off about this was his dad wouldn't let Xander hurt or scare him. When he asked his dad why, he said, "Son, there are gonna be people you can't scare or hurt by killing a pet. You overcome this by waiting for the time when you can not only hurt them, but everything close to them."
Xander's dad had also been teaching Xander how to use a gun. Xander was "Damn good" for his age according to his father, and Grange had even given him his own gun for his birthday. His gun was a SIG Mosquito with a modified scope and built in sound surpresser.
But tonight was a big night for Xander, though even he didn't know how big it was going to be for him. Why? It was Devil's Night. The night when the city is in flames and the sky burns red. His dad and mom always took him to the roof to watch the first buildings catch fire. Because of this Xander's 'Uncle' T-Bird and his crew always made sure the first building was one he could clearly see from the rooftop of the Rave.
'Speak of the Devil and he shall appear,' thought the ten year old as he saw his Uncle T-Bird pull up to the school. 'But it's usually Grange who picks me up from school. What's he doing here?' He wondered as he walked up to the hotrod.
"Hey, little man. C'mon get in, we got ourselves a big night in front of us tonight." Greeted T-Bird as he leaned over to open the door from the inside.
"Oh? And how is it a bigger night then usual?" Xander asked as he slid into the passenger seat of the muscle car.
"Ah ah ah." T-Bird waggled a finger as he pulled the car out, "It's a surprise and this time you can't peek in on it." T-Bird said as he grinned mischievously at Xander.
{FLASHBACK}
Xander stealthily sneaked up to the Pontiac as T-Bird walked into The Rave. Xander grinned as he saw a small package decorated in miniature phoenixes as he crawled into car through the window. He smirked in satisfaction as he ripped open the package to find....car keys?
"You get the car when you turn sixteen." Came the amused voice of T-Bird as Xander jumped in fright.
{FLASHBACK END}
They talked about different things on the way to The Rave with Xander occasionally trying to wheedle the mystery out of T-Bird, but T-Bird was being very tight-lipped about it.
They arrived and went to the office where Grange let them in. Once inside, Xander's mom walked up to him and wrapped her arms around him, while resting her chin on the top of his head.
"Son, tonight you get to accompany T-Bird and his gang on their usual raids and duties. With one exception. Usually on Devil's Night, the boys and I get rid of the thorns in our sides. Tonight your getting rid of the thorn in yours." His father told him.
Xander, however, was in shock. Tonight he'd be one of the guys. Tonight Tommy Michaels would die. Tonight would be his first murder. His father spoke up which caused Xander to lose his train of thought.
"Remember, tonight any profits you make are your own." Top Dollar informed Xander, 'A plan is forming,' thought the ten year old as he started to smirk.
"We leave in three hours. So you better go get ready, Saint." Smiled T-Bird as he told the plotting youth. In a flash, Xander was running to his room as fast as his legs could carry him.
Top Dollar gestured T-Bird to come near him. T-Bird did so nervously. Top Dollar looked at T-Bird in the eyes for a long moment before he broke the silence.
"I'm trusting you to make sure my son doesn't get hurt." Said Lavelle as he regarded T-Bird coldly.
"Don't worry, Boss Man. Saint won't even get a scratch on him before I shoot whatever is trying to scratch him." Assured T-Bird as he swallowed. He meant every word of it too.
"You better, because if Saint is hurt because of you. Then you better pray the Devil gets you before I do." Stated Top Dollar darkly.
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Detroit, Michigan 1991
October 30th 6:45 PM
Devil's Night
Xander nervously checked the pistol over once more as he sat the meeting table with the leaders of every gang in the city doing the same with their guns. Each one was eying the other gangsters with distrust. Their girlfriends, mistresses, and bodyguards stood against the wall, likewise eying the ones around them warily.
The long meeting table was set in somewhat of a hierarchy. At the head of the table sat Top Dollar, to his right sat T-Bird, to his left stood Myca. Saint stood behind T-Bird. Suddenly the room quieted down as the undisputed crime lord of Detroit stood up to address the room.
"Well Devil's Night is once more upon us. However, tonight is special, more so then usual." At this point the gangsters started to mutter among themselves. "Tonight is my son's first participation in our little holiday. I was a bit hesitant, as you can imagine, but his mother insisted that it's time to pop his cherry. I'm sure you all wish him good luck. Tonight my son joins the business!"
The gangsters started clapping and cheering, with a few whistles thrown in for good measure. "And I'm sure he'll make me proud. Now let's go have some fun!" Shouted Top Dollar as he grinned wickedly.
As T-Bird and Saint got up to leave, Myca walked up and wrapped her son in her arms, as she kissed his cheek, she whispered, "You'll bring your mother back a present won't you?"
"Of course Mom." Xander assured her as she stood up and walked back to his father.
"Saint!" His dad called, then he smiled at Xander. "Make me proud."
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Detroit, Michigan 1991
October 30th 7:20 PM
Devil's Night
As T-Bird and crew got out in front of the apartment building Tommy Michaels lived in, T-Bird addressed his gang. "Alright as this is Saint's first hit, he calls the shots. Got it?"
"Yeah man, I got it." Assured Tin-Tin as he twirled his knives.
" 'Kay." Slurred Skank as he looked up at T-Bird like a puppy would his master.
"Fuck, I wish somebody would've done this for my fuckin' first deathday party." Exclaimed Fun Boy as he shivered in anticipation.
"Alright, now that's settled. What's your plan Saint?" Asked T-Bird.
"First we kick in the door, and scare 'em up a bit. Then we KO the dad and little sister, Tie the little sister up but don't hurt her, I've got plans for her. You guys then gag and tie the dad to the fire escape. Then you guys grab the mom and do what you do."{at this point Fun Boy giggled perversely} "As long as she stays alive. Nobody touch the boy, he's mine." Saint explained to the gang.
"Alright. Let's go introduce ourselves boys." Said T-Bird as Saint and the others went into the building.
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{5 Minutes later}
After only a small incident on the stairwell with Skank {"Goddamn, fuckin' stairs!"} they arrived at the right place. T-Bird kicked in the door and walked in.
"Devil's Night Carolers. We've come to spread a little holiday cheer!" Announced T-Bird to the stunned family as he grabbed a chair and slammed it down on Mr. Michaels head, while breaking the chair. Skank had just chloroformed the 8 year old sister and was tying her up. T-Bird had just dragged the dad over to the fire escape and gagged him. Tin-Tin had hit Mrs. Michaels in the leg with a knife when she tried to escape.
Fun Boy had taken one look at the big breasted very attractive 30 something woman and grabbed his crotch."Oh baby! Come to papa!" He cackled as he grabbed her and through her on the floor.
Tommy Michaels, however, stood shocked until Saint punched him across the jaw. "Well, now. It seems the circumstances have undergone a rather significant change, wouldn't you agree?" Mocked Saint as he grabbed one of the legs of the chair T-Bird had broke earlier over Mr. Michaels' head.
Saint swung the makeshift bat at Tommy's left arm, grinning at crack and the scream he got in return. He then repeated the process until all of Tommy's limbs were broke. Tommy was crying and squeezing his eyes shut in pain. When Saint noticed this he growled and pulled out a knife and grabbed Tommy's head.
"I want you to see this!" Saint said as he viciously sliced off Tommy's eyelids. Then he dragged Tommy over to the wall and propped him up against it so that Tommy was forced to watch the debauched act happening to his mother.
"Oh Mrs. Michaels, Fun Boy likes you more than you know, oh oh oh oh!" Sang Fun Boy as he raped her.
After an hour and everyone except Saint had had a turn with the sobbing Mrs. Michaels. Sometime during the rape Mr. Michaels had woke up and was currently trying to scream in rage through the gag.
"Hey T-Bird would you grab the rope and bring it here, please." Requested Saint. T-Bird did so and Saint tied a hangman's noose on both ends.
"Tin-Tin bring the luscious Mrs. Michaels here please?" Asked Saint as he placed the noose around Mr. Michaels' neck, he then proceeded to duck tape Mr. Michaels forehead to the bars of the fire escape.
Tin-Tin dragged the sobbing woman over to Saint, Saint then place the other end of the rope around her neck and tightened hit.
"Tell me have you ever flown?" Saint asked the battered woman who shook her head in the negative."Well it's never too late to try!" Saint snickered as he pushed her off the fire escape. As the rope went taut and broke Mrs. Michaels neck, the force of the yank crushed Mr. Michaels throat, causing his eyes to pop out of their sockets from the pressure.
Saint walked over, picked up the eye balls and put them in a lunch bag for his mother. He then turned to the sobbing Tommy and pulled out his SIG Mosquito.
"I want you to know that your sister will be in the best hands that has the money to buy her." Saint told him mock sincerely. Then he smiled and shot Tommy three times in the heart.
"It's a bit chilly in here...let's start a fire." Saint said as he turned back to the others.
{5 Minutes later}
As flames consumed the apartment, T-Bird and Saint watched it burn from the street.
"That was genius, Saint. Pure genius." T-Bird to Xander as they watched the late Mrs. Michaels go up like a roman candle.
"C'mon, I'll take you home." Said T-Bird as they got into the Pontiac and drove off.
"Fuck, that kid knows how to party! I mean, yeah, he's more fucked up than the Manson Family. But, he's fun as hell too!" Exclaimed Fun Boy as Tin-Tin nodded in agreement.
END OF CHAPTER
AN: I decided to repost this as one chapter, so I am sorry for any false alarm I've given to the readers. I am working on another chapter, but I have a small case of writers block, or emotional drainage. How James O'Barr kept this up I have no idea. Anyway like or hate it, please review. If I can improve this or if I made mistake in spelling or something, then let me know. Thanks for reading. Later!
