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Goodnight Noises Everywhere	By : FlayraDowitcher Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 1094 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 9
- 10
- 11
***Warnings: Hardcore yaoi, drug use, angst, language, minor violence
***Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. I am making no money off of this fic.
'It's a world where the dogs eat the dogs
where they kill for the bones in the street
And God in His Heaven he don't interfere
'Cause he's dead as the stiffs at me feet'- Dog Eat Dog- Les Mis
Chapter 10
Gilbert sat alone in the back of the performance tent staring down at his hands folded neatly in his lap. It was growing close to show time. He was dressed as the demon 'Famine' once again ready to get fucked by the diseased priest 'Rasputin'. The rape from earlier was still fresh in his mind and his body ached all over, mainly his lower half. There had been blood from the forced entry as well, and once Ivan penetrated him tonight, the tears would open again. He wasn't sure he could even go through with this tonight, or any other night. The promise of sleeping with rich men suddenly filled him with terror he had forgotten he had. Nothing seemed hopeful anymore, not after Clifford's words about Ivan's true feelings.
It all seemed hopeless now; the train station, the country side, even prolonging his life. All of it was hopeless. He was a wilting flower that no one would pick, and that is how he would remain until his roots shriveled up and died. He wanted to cry, but it would make his eye makeup run. So many limitations. Oh how was he going to get through this night? The idea of sex terrified him, and although he took his medicine he didn't feel any better. How was he going to act tonight? How could he keep in character without breaking down and ruining everything for himself and Ivan?
Then, he remembered something that was given to him earlier by Pumpernickel the clown. Gilbert had brought it with him and it was set on the little table. It was a drug, a pill that would help him feel excited for sex. The clown offered it to him and Gilbert had just taken it without thinking. He was hesitant at first but his nerves were threatening to send his mind over the edge, and he couldn't afford to let that happen. So taking the white pill between his fingers, he popped it in his mouth and swallowed. It was chalky on his tongue and left a bad taste in his mouth. Pumpernickel said it would take a short while to work, and that was all the time he had. It was closer to show time now.
Beside him the tent flap opened and he looked to see that Ivan had just stepped in. Ivan was dressed in his black priest robes and covered from head to toe in bandages. Why fully covered, Gilbert didn't know, but at the same time he didn't care to ask either. Ivan simply smiled at him, which in turn only made Gilbert look away.
"Gilbie? Is something wrong."
'I should tell him…at least about the police officer.' "I…I'm just afraid of…" But he chickened out. "I'm afraid of being in front of all those people. I took something to help me get more comfortable."
"Took something? Gilbert, what did you take?" Ivan hurried over to him. "What was it? Who gave it to you?"
Gilbert lowered his eyes. "The clown did. He said it would make sex easier for me."
"Oh Gilbert…I wish you hadn't have taken that." Ivan had seen those sorts of drugs in action before and he doubted Gilbert had the physical strength to endure the drug full force. The man would take a day or two to recover from it.
"Well, I had to take it, okay? I just want to get this night over with!" He placed a hand on his belly as it began to feel a little funny.
Ivan just sighed. "Alright then. I can hear Billy talking to the crowd…we'd best go."
Gilbert nodded and picked up the chain to place around his neck. He shivered from the cold of the shackle. Yet there was that warming in his lower belly again; it tingled. So getting down on all fours, Gilbert handed the chain to Ivan and started to crawl to the tent flap where the 'people' were waiting. There was a slight tug on his chain that made him turn to look back at Ivan, confused.
"Gilbie…I love you. Remember that tonight, okay?"
The albino gave him a sad smile, not believing his words but pretending they were true. He said nothing back and pushed past the flap to enter the 'cage', with Ivan close behind. The effects of the drugs were working fast by making his limbs tremble and his groin ache. With pink eyes wide, Gilbert looked all around at the group of men staring back at him. Each of them looked curious, a few disgusted, and some already turned on. One thing Gilbert noticed about the men was their dress; many of them were not in rags or filthy, they were regular salary men. Their wives or lovers were home in bed while they were out watching him get fucked from behind; a sick way for them to get off. But Gilbert did not have the strength or the energy to hate. Instead, he left his depression at the mercy of the drug, allowing it to take full effect. He moaned at the tightening in his groin, which was aching for release. His mind was hazy and his vision was blurry, but that was fine because he rather not see the lustful looks on their faces.
'Ivan…?' He looked around for the other, suddenly unable to make out any faces around him. Hopefully Ivan was behind him, getting ready to fuck him for show.
His body was craving release, even yearning for Ivan to enter him. He wanted to be filled by anything right now and to show that he wanted it, Gilbert found himself removing the tiny scrap of cloth covering his lower region. His eyes wouldn't work, but his ears could still hear and by the lusty sounds coming from the audience he was doing something right. He knew he was hard and aching but wasn't shy about showing it. Gilbert even felt himself smiling a bit. The people watching were just black blobs now, so he didn't care. He didn't want to care. Then someone stood above him, and it could only be Ivan. He closed his eyes, reached out his hands, and slipped them up under Ivan's priest robes.
Gilbert was completely gone, Ivan noted silently to himself. The drug had fully taken over, and he had seen it in action before. Through his bandages, Ivan looked to the crowd of jeering men gawking at them in excited lust. He turned back to Gilbert when those cold thin hands traveled up his bare thighs. He wore nothing underneath his robes for this night, he was advised not to. He let out a little groan when Gilbert found his cock, but it was not yet engorged. One of the men shouted, in a lewd suggestion, for Gilbert to use his mouth. Ivan looked down at his albino lover, watching those pink lips moisten with the tip of an equally pink tongue. He stood still and closed his eyes when Gilbert took just the head of his soft penis into his mouth. It didn't take long at all for Ivan to become aroused, and watching himself grow longer and thicker while Gilbert sucked on the length gave him a small spurge of excitement as well. The albino demon was moaning against him, sucking fast and hard. Ivan reached down to run his fingers through Gilbert's thinning white hair. This wasn't right.
But then there came a trio of sounds. Sweet sounds. Ivan saw some of the men had tossed in some silver coins, showing that they were very pleased with the event. Ivan's eyes widened. They were getting extra money for this! Money he could use to help Gilbert escape this life. 'If it is a show they want, then I will give them a show.' Gilbert wouldn't remember. The albino was high on a sex drug and wouldn't remember a thing in the morning. 'Act the bastard for now and take their money!' Ivan suddenly shoved the albino away from him and very gently, using his foot to shove him further away.
Turning to the crowd of men, he forced a crude smile upon his lips. "Shall we hang the demon in chains to be fucked?" The men gave their bellowing cheers of 'yeah' and whistles. "Priests don't come cheap!" 'Forgive me, Gilbert.' Some men tossed in a couple of silver coins; and if he were to deliver what he promised he would get more. Ivan turned to head back in the tent and quickly returned with the wrist shackles. The crowd was pleased.
"Hey priest!" Shouted one man who was gripping the bars. "If the demon's hungry I got a 'feast for Famine' right here!" He grabbed his crotch and it made the other men standing near him laugh.
"That's for another night!" Ivan shouted back. 'As if I'd even let you, pig.'
Ignoring the crowd for now, Ivan brought the shackles over to Gilbert, who was rubbing himself wantonly. Ivan pulled the other's hands away to shackle them. He looked at Gilbert who's drug fogged pink eyes smiled blindly back at him. Ivan was certain that Gilbert didn't even know who he was, and that was better. Ivan looked up, twirled the length of the chain, and let it fly up and over one of the bars. The weight of the chain fell quickly to the floor, its end coiling a few times like a snake. Ivan uncoiled it to get a firm grip on the links and lift Gilbert up from the floor. He heard his lover gasp and moan, in what could be pleasure or pain, as his body was lifted. As the albino hung by his wrists, Ivan decided to lower him just slightly, enough where he could comfortably penetrate him. He also didn't want too much strain on Gilbert's skinny wrists and paper-thin skin. Ivan glanced over to the crowd, seeing a few more coins being tossed their way. It was working much to his guilty dismay.
Securing the end of the chain around the horizontal bars, Ivan sauntered over to the hanging demon writhing in chains. Gilbert was still so small and skinny despite the amount of food he's been eating, so he made a quick mental note of that to tell the doctor later. There were more pressing matters at hand at the moment. Ivan had to admit that the sight of Gilbert hanging there, helpless, and begging to be taken was stimulating. If only it were in a different environment and there was only them. But he had to remain focused on the task, and that was to earn extra money for Gilbert…by exploiting him.
Standing behind him, Ivan bent Gilbert at the waist so his entrance was at perfect height with his cock. There was nothing to use for lubricant, so he improvised by spitting a few times into his palm. The crowd cheered him on as he coated himself and Gilbert with the saliva. Yet when he pressed the palm of his finger against Gilbert's hole, he felt the tender muscles puffed just slightly…as if they had previously been used. The feel of it made him stop to wonder what Gilbert was doing while he was gone, or who it was that bullied or raped him. The booing from the men brought him back to the scene, and despite the tenderness of the albino's muscles, Ivan began to press himself inside. He was right; someone had take Gilbert today and his lover had not told him. Why would Gilbert not tell him about this?
Yet the tightness and the heat from Gilbert's body dismissed the concerned and troubling thoughts from his head. Right now there was only his lust to satisfy along with Gilbert's. The albino was crying out during penetration, appearing to be in pain. Ivan knew his muscles were tender and probably hurting, so he had to make his lover feel pleasure and quick. Gripping the slim hips, Ivan roughly shoved forward, going balls deep in to his lover. Gilbert let out a wail that pleased the men and earned them another coin or two. Ivan didn't wait for Gilbert to adjust, he wasn't supposed to. As a priest fucking a demon he was to be in control and punish the creature. So that's what he did. He bounced Gilbert's ass against his lap, rocking the small body violently in the chains. Despite the rough treatment, Gilbert's cries and moans of pleasure assured him that what he was doing was more than satisfying. Closing his eyes he continued his series of thrusts.
'More…more…more!' Gilbert chanted in his head. 'I want more! Feels so good…'
He didn't know who he was or where he was. All he knew was the thick cock slamming in to him from behind, striking at that special spot and igniting every nerve in body. The harder the thrusts the more stimulating his body became. He couldn't move, couldn't speak, and couldn't see. That didn't change what he was feeling, and it was wonderful. His wrists were aching, as well as his hips where the person was grabbing him. They were tiny burdens that did nothing to cease the pleasure he was feeling. Suddenly his air supply was cut off, making him choke and gasp for breath. The iron thing around his neck was being pulled against his windpipe, but the thrusts were not slowing. His cock tightened and throbbed with the newfound pain mixed with pleasure. One hard strike against that special spot and he came, shuddering violently. The pressure was let off of his neck and he could breath again. The person pulled out of him, forcing a pathetic and wanton whine to squeeze out of his throat. The pressure was let off of his wrists and his body went tumbling to the cold ground.
Gilbert opened his eyes, looking all around at the strange environment he was in. Black lines…black blobs…muffled voices…white toothed grins…monstrously deep laughter. He must be on his back for everything was now upside down. Shining flickers of silver light came his way; some hit him in the face, others echoed near his ears. Where was he? Why was he still horny and aching for release. With a moan he reached down to rub himself, arching his back the moment the pleasure from his hand sent waves of delight through his belly. Something, or someone, stood over him; a dark and tall figure looming above. Gilbert didn't know who it was but shamelessly spread and lifted his legs, offering himself. The need to be filled was strong, yet deep down there was another reason he wanted that pleasing pressure in his backside. He wanted to feel this person near him. He wanted to hold this person close while he was fucked so he could pretend that he was loved. There was something wet on his cheeks, tears maybe? He simply reached his hands up to the unknown person, the black towering blob, and begged for attention. It was granted to him.
The person lay heavily atop of him, thrust that large cock deep inside, and held him tight. Gilbert cried in both happiness and pleasure as those thick arms and strong chest held him tight. The thrusts were beginning to hurt now, but Gilbert didn't care. What was most important to him were these strong arms holding him close. The thrusting grew harder, and violent. Gilbert cried out in pain, feeling the wooden box of his wings digging into his back. The pain was slowly starting to become unbearable, the drug seemed to be making him sick to his stomach, and that's when he started to panic.
"No more…!" He whispered to the person. "No more! I can't take it!" His plea fell on deaf ears. The person continued to thrust and there was nothing more he could do to stop them. Gripping tight, he grit his teeth and waited for the person to finish. He felt the person cum inside and the substance stung. It was agony. Then the person pulled out with the cum trickling down, which quickly grew cold against his skin. There was laughter, and something that sounded like clapping, coming from around him. What was it? He rolled over to see yet there were only blurry blobs now. Blobs that were people. 'Who are-'
He was suddenly lifted from the floor and sat in something soft; a lap. His mind was still too foggy and hazy to fight back. The person gripped under his thighs and spread his legs apart. Gilbert felt his face burn hotly from embarrassment as he saw that he was presented to the crowd of blurry people. He let his head fall back against the shoulder when a hand wrapped around his limp cock. Another hand traveled under his tunic to pinch a nipple. Immediately his arousal was reawakened despite the pain in his backside. The hand stroked his cock while the other pinched and rubbed his nipples. The sensation was numbingly mind-blowing for something so simple as basic touches. The person was kissing his neck now, rubbing a thumb over the slit of his erection to press down gently. Gilbert heard himself cry out and arch in to the touch. Then the person yanked on his neck chain, which forced his head to twist to the side. He could feel the person's breathe against his lips. The person held the chain tight, forcing his neck to arch against the iron. Gilbert looked in to the person's face yet still could not make out who they were. Then came the kiss. It was sweet at first and then turned probing. The thick tongue was exploring his mouth while the stroking of his cock grew faster. He moaned in to the kiss. The chain was let go and the hand returned to his nipples. They pinched and tightened painfully yet ached in a good way. He never wanted the kiss to break. But then he had to pull away when the pressure in his cock built up, bringing him to climax.
Panting, he fell limp against the person while the other people started to fade away. His vision grew dark, and he passed out.
/
Ivan was glad the show was finally over. He had pocketed all of the money they made for himself and Gilbert. Clifford tried to take a percentage of it, but Ivan refused to let him have it. Pumpernickel had brought Gilbert back to his wagon while Ivan argued with Clifford, trying to find out why Gilbert was raped.
"Why can't you protect him like you promised?" Ivan slammed his hand on the desk. "Who raped him?"
Clifford threaded his fingers together. "I had no choice in the matter. It was a policeman. An officer. It's city law that policemen don't have to pay for anything. This officer has had his eye on Gilbert, I believe. Or so he said. He knew who Gilbert was and insisted on sleeping with him. I had no control. It's out of my power, Ivan. If it were anyone else I could say no."
Ivan hissed through his teeth. "Those damned policemen!" He didn't blame Gilbert for not wanting to tell him. "You should have canceled the show tonight so Gilbert could rest!"
"Why? You made enough money taking over the show. That better not happen again, Ivan." Clifford warned. "Take over the show and you give me a percentage of the extra you earned! I'll let it go this time, but I won't always be so generous! You and Gilbert work for ME. Remember that."
Ivan said nothing more and left the office wagon to join up with Gilbert in his. Pumpernickel was just coming out of the wagon when Ivan appeared. "How is he?"
"Still out cold." Said the clown. "It should wear off soon."
Ivan raised a brow. "How do you know?"
"Well, I gave it to him." He put his hands up at Ivan's glare. "Hey, I did him a fucking favor! He was raped today by an officer!"
"I know. I heard."
"He wouldn't have gotten through this night if not for that drug!" He spat on the ground. "That policemen will be back, you know. He's got his eye on Gilbert knowing he's too helpless to protest."
"I will stop him." Ivan said firmly.
"How? How will YOU, a nobody, stop someone like a policeman? They have the power and the right to shoot you if you so much as look at them the wrong way. How will you protect Gilbert from that? Hm? What's your logic?"
Ivan didn't have a plan. The logical answer would be that he could not do a thing to help Gilbert if the police were to come in. If the officers got word of who he was then Ivan's life would be over. He couldn't risk that. Clifford and Billy knew who he was, they were still holding that over him.
"That's what I thought. Look, the best thing to do is remind Gilbert of his place here in the world. Like all of us, he is the scum of the street. The king, the police, the army, the rich, all of them look down upon us. If I were Gilbert," He pulled Ivan close to whisper. "If I were Gilbert, I would give in to the policeman."
"Why should he do that?"
The clown smirked. "Listen carefully. That officer? He likes when people fear him. He smells fear, he senses it, like a dog, and then he strikes. Gilbert is frightened of him; the albino is helpless and powerless to stop him. The officer feeds off of that fear. If Gilbert were to give in, pretend he enjoys it, and act excited when he comes around, than the officer will lose interest. Do you get what I'm saying?"
Ivan nodded. "So…he likes to rape because it's a sense of power. But…if the other acts like it's not rape-"
"He gets bored. That is what you have to tell Gilbert to do. That's the only way to get that guy off his back, and off yours. Got it?"
"Yes. Thank you again for your help." Ivan entered the wagon and locked it behind him. Gilbert was in bed and covered up. He still had the makeup on but everything else 'demon' was removed. 'Gilbert.' Ivan sat on the bed and stroked Gilbert's hair. 'You suffer so much in this world…yet you still have so much love to give.' He let out a sigh. 'Someone who has been through so much as you should be a mean, vulgar, rotten person. Instead you are kind, gentle, forgiving, and loving. Why is it that the good people always have to die? The wicked remain and the good go away.'
Ivan heard the other start to moan in pain. He watched Gilbert for any signs of the man waking up. Sure enough, pink eyes opened, wide but unseeing. The albino sat up quickly and began to shake violently.
"Cold! So cold!"
'Withdrawal.' Ivan recognized the basic symptoms. He took the top sheet and wrapped it around Gilbert's body, pulling the other close to him. "It's alright, Gilbert. It's alright. It'll go away."
"Cold! So cold…cold!" He shuddered violently, his teeth chattering.
'This isn't good.' Ivan just held him, stroking his face and hair. "Shh…shh…it'll be alright. Relax. Be calm. Shh."
"Make it stop! Please!"
"Shh. Just rest. All you can do is just rest. It'll pass." Gilbert was clinging to him with such strength Ivan didn't know the man possessed. The albino cried against him; he wailed, moaned, groaned, screamed, and sobbed. Poor Gilbert, he didn't know who he was or where he was. The drug was having a terrible effect on him.
"Help! Help me! Help!"
"Shh. Gilbert, listen to me. It's Ivan. Your Ivan. You're going to be okay. I'm getting us out of here."
"Sick." Gilbert said with a burp. "Sick!" Without another warning he vomited on the bed. It was a stream of a yellow and bloody mixture. Ivan used his sleeve to wipe away the mess on Gilbert's lips. "Help!"
"Throw it up. Throw it all up. It needs to get out of your body." The vomit wasn't a lot and it had stopped quickly. Now that Gilbert had thrown up most of the leftovers he would recover faster. At least he wasn't coughing.
After changing the bed and getting Gilbert tucked in again, Ivan made sure he drank a lot of water to flush his system. Gilbert was still confused as to who he was or what was happening. Ivan had been in that situation many times in the past. Now that the drug was wearing off Ivan hoped the other didn't have any flashbacks to what he did this night. The sex had paid off well, but it was at Gilbert's expense. Those men would be back for sure, eager to see more or get a chance at having Gilbert themselves. Well, they would be out of here before that could happen. Ivan was certain they had enough money for two train tickets. He counted out the coins on the vanity, seeing as he was five coins short of two tickets. He would have to sell something, but what? There was nothing on him worth five coins. He didn't want to steal or beg. If he put on a show then Clifford would take some of the money. It wouldn't be worth the hassle of a performance.
'Wait a minute…Gilbert's flute!' He could get twice as much for the flute! But it was Gilbert's most sacred treasure and he may never forgive him if he were to sell it without permission. 'It is only a material good.' Ivan concluded, taking the flute from Gilbert's coat pocket. 'He carries the memory of Fredrick with him, not in this flute.' Gilbert would just have to deal with it. His health was getting worse and they needed to get away from this place. It was worth the sacrifice and Gilbert's hatred, for a short time. The albino would have to get over it. 'I'm doing this for you, Gilbie.' He looked at the sleeping man on the bed.
Pocketing the coins, Ivan left the wagon to find a merchant to sell the flute too. After that, he would go and buy the train tickets. Freedom was just around the corner!
/
He woke up feeling sick, very sick. Gilbert groaned, rolling around on the bed and holding his head as it throbbed and ached. What had happened? He could remember some things from last night; people staring at him, laughter, the sex. His ass was hurting the most. Ivan must have done a number on him. 'Wait…I had the officer before…fuck.' Standing from the bed he went to the basin, feeling like he was going to throw up. Where was Ivan? Why wasn't Ivan here when he needed him? With a choke and a gag, he threw up some phlegm and- blood?
Gilbert's eyes stared wide at the sticky spit stream of blood dangling from his lower chapped lip. With a trembling hand he touched it, watching it smear just slightly across his fingertip. Glancing down in the basin he saw some floating speckles of blood among the water. He let out a sob, which set off a coughing fit. The force of it sent him to his knees, hacking and choking. He knew that wasn't spit he was feeling on his palm but blood. When it stopped, Gilbert was afraid to look at his hand, but he couldn't help it. There was too much blood, much more than before. Frightened, he grabbed the bottle of medicine and drank some. However, the medicine on an empty stomach combined with the traces of the drug had him throwing it back up onto the floor.
When his coughing settled down, he sat back on the floor, ignored the pain in his backside, and focused on the pain in his front. Both his stomach and chest ached terribly. Gilbert folded his knees up to his chest and began to cry silent tears. Memories from last night came flooding back in blurred images. He was chained up while Ivan fucked him for all to see. It seemed to him that Ivan was enjoying himself last night while he was suffering. But the drug kept all graphic details from making sense. They were still a blur to him, but if the pain in his ass was any indication, he had been fucked left and right last night. Which was all he was good for in this world. It was a sickening thought. There was no hope for him now. Everything he's done so far has all been for naught. His body was giving out on him, it was betraying him. There was no cure for what he had. No one could save him. No one could help him. All has been for naught. He had been starved, beaten, raped, and exploited; nothing good ever came out of it. There was nothing to look forward to but death. His death was right around the corner. His death lie in that puddle of bloody vomit on the floor.
'Death.' Gilbert lifted his head with a crooked grin. 'Death is easier. All the pain will go away…and then I can sleep. I can sleep forever…no more suffering. No more crying. Just an endless rest.' He forced himself to stand. 'But I can't stay here. I don't want to die here. Not in this horrible place.' Gilbert began to dress. 'I'll just…go away. Far away, like an old dog…and just lay down to die. The streets are my home…so I can die there.'
He paused when putting on his second shoe. What was wrong with him? Why was he thinking such thoughts? 'How could I leave Ivan? Oh, wait…he doesn't really love me.' Gilbert smiled sadly at his lap. 'Why should he love me? I can't spend my life with him. I'm so close to dying I can feel it. So what should I do?'
Gilbert did not want to die alone, but could he handle running away and leaving Ivan? Ivan didn't actually love him. If he stayed with Ivan and wait for death, the large man would only lie to him about his feelings. There was only mutual friendship, nothing deeply romantic. Knowing it was a lie hurt the most. Maybe it would be better to leave Ivan behind, just go away and leave himself to the mercy of God. Or in this case, at the mercy of Death. Death would help him while God simply abandoned him, and He did so long ago. And Ivan wouldn't have to sit by and watch him slowly die.
At least this way, he can continue to pretend that Ivan truly loves him.
'I can't take this life anymore. I have to go away. It's hopeless. Nothing can help. Soon I'll be with Fredrick and we will play the flute together in whatever afterlife there is.' He stood up to get his coat. 'And while I play I will think of Ivan because I love him. I do. I- where is it?' Gilbert frantically searched his coat for the flute. "Where is it? WHERE IS IT?" He screamed in frustration. "Did someone take it!" He searched the floor and the wagon, but there was no sign of it. "FUCK!" He slammed his fist on the floor. "DAMN IT! WHY? WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO TO DESERVE ALL THIS? WHY?"
That was the last straw. He snapped. His life was over. Grabbing his coat and hat, he exited the wagon. It was growing dark. Dark and cold, just like his future. With a curse of 'fuck you' to the sky above, he ran off and didn't stop.
/
"I would like two tickets please." Ivan dumped the silver and gold coins onto the ticket window counter. The ticket master just looked at him, confused and possibly frightened by his appearance of bandages.
"Um…this is strictly for-"
"For the people." Ivan smiled. "I have money. I earned this money while working at the circus. It's time to get out of the city and live in the country. So I would like two tickets for the countryside, please."
The ticket master counted the coins. "You do have enough for two, but-"
"I'm not dressed like a rich man?" Ivan finished for him. "Please, mister, I beg of you, allow me to buy these tickets and my friend and I will ride in the coal wagon. Or in the storage cart. We don't have to sit with the people. I'll even help with the coal. Please, this is very important to me. I must get to the country."
The young man simply stared at him for a moment, and then took all the coins. "I can't give you a scheduled time to leave."
"I don't care. I just need the tickets."
The man began to punch in some keys on a large machine. "These tickets will get you on the train, but you'll ride in the coal cart and work there." Ivan nodded. "You'll have to catch the train yourself. We're not going to wait for you or your friend." He cranked out two tickets. "So long as you have no destination and ride in the coal cart, hop on whenever you can." He handed Ivan the tickets.
Ivan looked at the printed tickets and held them close to his chest. "Sir, I thank you from the bottom of my heart, and I know my friend will, too! You see, he is very sick and being in the country will help him get better."
"That's nice, sir." The ticket master didn't seem to care. "Just make sure you give those tickets to the engineer when you board. The next train for the country leaves the day after tomorrow."
"Thank you! Thank you so much! Thank you!"
Ivan hurried out of the station with the tickets held firmly in his hand. Just wait until he showed these to Gilbert! He could just picture the albino beauty's face lighting up with joy and happiness! Ivan smiled at the image. 'I promise to make up for everything I've done to you, Gilbie! I promise! We're almost to freedom! We'll start a new life together for as long as we can! We-" Something smacked him hard I the mouth and he went down.
Sputtering up blood, it took him a moment to regain his sight. He still held the tickets firmly in his hand, but not for long. They were ripped from his grip while he was still trying to recover from the blow. Looking up, he noticed two policemen. One he recognized as the man who forced Gilbert in the back ally that time. Right now, that officer held those tickets in his hand. The other officer twirled his nightstick.
"Well, well, well, now we have rats trying to scurry on to the train? Where you headin' to, boy?" Ivan glared at the cocky officer. "Two tickets I see? Planning on leaving with your little albino friend?" Ivan's breath hitched. "He can't leave until I've fuck him again. My dirty little snowflake!" He said with a mocking laugh. "I'll be taking these tickets then!" He wiggled them over Ivan's head, as if he were taunting a cat. "The trains stink enough without the scum of street residing inside."
"…give me those tickets." Ivan said softly.
"Excuse me?" Asked the second officer. "What was that? You want them back?" Ivan stood up then. "They're our tickets now."
Ivan started to see red. "I said…give me…those tickets." His voice was deep and dark, holding a dangerous warning tone that struck a moment of fear in the officers.
The first officer took a step back. "Stand down, rat!"
His hand shot out and gripped the officer's throat before slamming him up against the brick wall.
"GIVE ME THOSE TICKETS!"
End Chapter 10 TBC
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