Screw Firsts, Focus on Forever

Rp Purposes Only Christian Alejandro Torres Hispanic 20 years old Florida native Exercise Science & Kinesiology Major

[startedtoevolve]

  For a brief moment, Xavier’s features softened; his eyes looking empathetic, that frown — not harsh, but gentle — tugging at his lips. Breathing, he tilted his head slightly and directed Christian towards the bathroom, watching him run off. …Poor kid. Clenching his fist, he loosened it, allowing those feelings to go away with the relaxation of his fingers. Bending down next to the man, Xavier did what he could to tie off the wound so that it wouldn’t gush blood all over the floor.

"Hurry up," He called, his voice echoing through the small home. He stared at the bathroom door, brows furrowing. Good thing there weren’t any windows in that bathroom. Seriously, Xavier hoped that fucking kid wasn’t getting any stupid ideas about trying to leave. He couldn’t. Not now. He had made his choice.

[thechristiantorres]

After a couple minutes of controlled breathing, Christian finally pulled himself to his feet. He paused a moment at the sink, splashing his face a couple times and staring at his reflection for a moment. He still looked a little pale in complexion, or at least as pale as a hispanic could look. He took a deep breath and opened the bathroom door, making his way back into the room where he had just witnessed a murder. 

He leaned against the doorframe leading into the living room, his gaze avoiding the deceased because he could still feel his stomach churning uneasily even though there was nothing left to throw up. "Sorry..." he mumbled, shoving his hands in his pockets as he glanced briefly at Xavier before looking away just as quickly.

[startedtoevolve]

  Xavier breathed, reaching into the inside of his jacket; he pulled out a handgun, and began to attach a silencer to the barrel. Stirring was heard behind them, and Xavier glanced — the man was waking up. Gaze narrowing, Xavier walked over to them, pointed the gun down at his head. Before he could fire, though, the man spoke, his voice condescending, darkly amused, almost mad,

"You’ll never find him," His voice got louder here, laughing, "You’ll never find him! He’s alre—-" There was no loud gunshot - a slight noise, like that of a dart, or something similar; the man’s eyes went blank. Mouth hanging open, eyes wide, he fell limp; burgundy blood pooled beneath his head.

Xavier’s eyes were dark; the corner of his lip was twitching, his shoulders squared. He was tensed, and he glanced over at Christian. “Clean it.” He kicked the body some; it limply shifted, moving. Xavier motioned towards the floor with the gun, “the blood. I’ll deal with the body after. Quick.” His knuckles were white — he was gripping the weapon so tightly, palm straining against it, jaw clenched. He stood, watching Christian. Waiting.

[thechristiantorres]

Christian tensed as he saw Xavier pull out a gun, swallowing hard as he wondered if he was about to regret his act of bravo. His gaze turned to the  other as the unconscious man stirred and began to come too. His brows furrowed as the unknown man started to say something, something that seemed to piss Xavier off. He didn't hear the shot because of the silencer, but he watched the life go out of the man and he suddenly felt sick to his stomach, all the color draining from his face.

He nodded shakily about the clean up, not about to argue with the man with the gun. "Y-yeah..--!" he started before he couldn't hold it anymore and he moved as quickly as he could to where Xavier said the bathroom was. He found it just in time to throw up everything in his stomach, his chest heaving as he braced himself on the floor and tried to catch his breath after everything was out. 

There had been plenty of gang scares when he lived in Miami, but he had never seen someone murdered right in front of him before. He closed his eyes as he tried to gain control of his stomach again. How was he going to get out of here?

[startedtoevolve]

  Xavier’s gaze narrowed, and he moved forwardly quickly, assuredly, reaching out to grab Christian by the front of the shirt. “You kill him, or I kill you.” His voice was almost lazed as he said this; as though he were casually speaking of the Superbowl, or the Wednesday weather. “That, or he kills both of us when he wakes.” His grip kept firm, Xavier stared Christian dead in the eyes, facial features rather relaxed, not tense or irritated.

The sound of vibrating caused Xavier to pause, and he scowled, letting Christian’s shirt go, smoothing it out a bit, before he stepped away. Kept his back toward the wall, front facing both Christian and the unconscious man. Both in his sights. Fishing out his cell, he flipped it open and pressed it against his ear.

"Yeah?" His lip twitched a bit, bushy brows furrowing, "He’s here." Xavier glanced over at Christian, then over at something else; the floor, the wall? "I’ve got it handled. No, that won’t be necessary. …Yes, of course."

[thechristiantorres]

Christian clenched his jaw as Xavier grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pulled him close. No hint of fear showed on his face while the other man spoke to him, meeting his calm, cold gaze with determination and unrelenting one of his own. He stood full height so the man wouldn't look down on him. After all, they were about the same height if only off by a couple inches and he wanted to show he wasn't scared by him.

He grimaced as Xavier took the phone call and brushed down his shirt condescendingly. He crossed his arms again as he waited for him to be off the phone, trying to figure out who he was talking about what he was talking about. "I won't do it." he started when Xavier finished the phone call. "Why can't you kill him yourself?  Because you're out of your damn mind if you think I'm going to help."

[startedtoevolve]

  [“Awesome. What about that guy?”]

Xavier frowned a bit, about to reply, but he seemed to reconsider and closed his mouth. He stood, gaze flicking from the unconscious man, to the boy, the man, then back again. As he was asked what could be done to help prove loyalty, Xavier’s lips suddenly twitched into a smile.

Yes. That would work.

"Help me kill him." His tone was abrupt, not a question; a statement. He kept his eyes — cold, dark, distant — locked onto Christian’s. That smile had left him now, a momentary thing, and his expression was once again set. Stern. Strong. "That alone should be proof enough."

[thechristiantorres]

Christian frowned, his brow furrowing as he waited for an answer. He waited for an answer, hoping it would be simple enough for him to prove himself and get out of there. It had been a couple hours already and he just wanted to go home, take a shower, and sleep to forget all of this. But somehow, when his captor smiled, it was even more worrisome than when he was doing his normal serious frown. What he said next Christian couldn't believe he heard and it took him a second to respond. 

"Are you serious?! No!" Christian objected once the words set in, unable to believe the guy even suggested it. He was 18 years old, he wasn't going to kill anyone, especially just some random guy. "Come up with something else, I'm not doing that!" he stood up abruptly, staring the man down.

[startedtoevolve]

  Tossing the unconscious man onto the floor, Xavier shut the front door and proceeded to lock it eight times; chains, deadbolts, the works. Clearly, no one was opening that door unless they had a battering ram or a shotgun. Patting the wood, as if appreciatively, Xavier glanced over at Christian and frowned some, brows furrowing.

"…You can sleep on the couch," It was a four roomed house — living room, kitchen, bathroom, bedroom. Small, dusty, looked to have seen better days, but it was a roof over Xavier’s head. He had stayed in far worse, "don’t go into my room. Food is in the fridge, the shower works, so does the toilet. You’re staying here, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to treat you like shit." A pause, he grinned some, it looking amused, "less you piss me off."

[thechristiantorres]

Christian turned to watch him lock the door, a bit unnecessarily over the top to him, but maybe it was what he needed to do. Who knows who that guy was unconscious on the floor. Or who his actual friends were. Sitting uneasily on the the couch, he rested his elbows on his knees and balanced his chin in his hands. "Awesome. What about that guy?" he asked, nodding towards the guy slumped down on the floor.

"What do I have to do to prove to you I won't tell anyone...or do anything stupid?" he asked, watching the man walk between rooms and settle back into the place. So this was his home of sorts. At least the guy wasn't a super dick about him staying here, but it still wasn't going to be enjoyable.

[startedtoevolve]

  Deciding not to comment on that stunning reply, Xavier instead chose to lead Christian in silence. Every once and a while, he’d nudge Christian, indicating that he walk faster. All in all, twenty minutes passed by — filled with various alley turns, rushes across the street into different alleys — before they managed to reach a small, shoddy looking house.

"Inside," Xavier motioned to the front door; waiting until Christian would open the door. He stood, staring at his back in a rather critical manner. On the occasional pause, Xavier would glance around, with his gaze, not his head.

[thechristiantorres]

Christian tried his best to figure out where they were going or at least to remember the general direction but they ducked into so many alleyways and turned so many corners it got a little bit disconcerting. He had never been to this part of town and there was probably a reason for that. Sweat was trickling down his back and covered his brow by the time they reached the house that left much to be desired, frowning as he tried to look for some street sign or number. Nothing.

Turning the knob, he opened the the door and stepped in, coughing at bit at the dusty smell. This wasn't a 5-star hotel by a long shot, but it looked like it was where he as going to spend his next couple of days. Along with the guy behind him and the unconscious man. Great.

[startedtoevolve]

  "I’m sure a few days won’t kill you," Xavier’s lip twitched at the word; just the edge of his mouth. Brows furrowed, he nudged Christian a bit, before grabbing him by the upper arm to stop him. "Wait." He stood, silent, listening. Had that been— no, it was just his mind. Again. Closing his eyes, Xavier breathed and opened his gaze, letting Christian go. "We’re fine," He said, as if that would somehow explain why he had suddenly stopped them. They had to hurry though; it wouldn’t be long now.

[“Where are we going anyway?”]

"Some place safe," He didn’t elaborate beyond that, idly shifting the unconscious man in his hold. Xavier pushed Christian, gently, into a nearby alleyway. Couldn’t risk walking out in the open - Xavier had surveyed this place over the last few days. Knew the back alleys, at least.

[thechristiantorres]

'Not like you won't....' Christian thought to himself before he was suddenly jerked back to a stop. He didn't question what was wrong, his eyes staying on the man holding him because obviously he thought something was up. He didn't move for a second when he let go of him, looking away from him and scanning their surroundings himself. Who was this guy? "Oh yeah, real specific..." he grumbled as he was pushed into the alley, stumbling slightly.

[tobekxlled-blog]

  At least you won.

[thechristiantorres]

But, well...you didn't lose exactly with the punching bag.

[startedtoevolve]

  "…Here I thought a kid would be happy to get out of school for a bit," Sighing, Xavier looked pointedly at Christian, noting that the younger male was just sort of observing him. Brows furrowing, he motioned for Christian to start walking in front of him - this wasn’t Xavier’s place. In fact, it had been the rendezvous point before things had gone… south. Keeping a close eye on Christian’s back, Xavier walked, quiet for the first couple of seconds.

"It will only be for a few days. Once I’m sure that you won’t do anything… /stupid/, then you can go."

[thechristiantorres]

"Not when the kid has a scholarship to keep up..." Christian muttered, annoyed at the older man's belittling of him because of his age. He grimaced but walked when he was told too because he didn't want to end up like the unconscious man being dragged out right now. He should have called the cops instead of barging in, thinking his friend would be right behind him, because it looked like he bailed as soon as Christian didn't come out for a bit. Even took his bike. Good ol' frat boy friend, of course he was reliable....not. "I won't do anything stupid....where are we going anyway?"

[startedtoevolve]

  Xavier felt a shudder roll along his skin, he shivered a bit, but kept his face the same, no change in expression. This boy, he was either very brave, or very stupid. “…I’ll need to keep you with me,” Saying this, almost idly, Xavier stepped away, though kept his gaze deliberately on Christian as he backed up toward the unconscious man. “You won’t tell anyone, but I can’t guarantee you’ll keep your word.” Reaching down, Xavier lifted the unconscious man, easily, by the back of the shirt.

[thechristiantorres]

Christian contemplated his options, his eyes flickering to the door. He could run, he was pretty fast and this older man might not be able to keep up, but at the same time it looked like he could keep his own in a race. And what would he do when he eventually had to stop? So maybe running was out of the question. He watched as the man back away from him towards the unconscious man, lifting him with ease. Fighting him seemed to be a bad idea, especially with the disadvantage of his broken hand from the previous week. "Keep me with you? I have school a-and friends....you can't babysit me 24/7." he asked, keeping his arms folded in front of him as he tried to read what the other was thinking.    

[startedtoevolve]

  Xavier didn’t reply right away, his gaze narrowing in contemplation at the younger male against the wall. He huffed through his nostrils, then swiftly but efficiently moved his arm away from Christian, though made sure to keep close to him so the male wouldn’t run off. Not that Xavier would let him get very far, in case he tried. “…He will be fine,” Xavier was referring to the man on the ground, “Just knocked out, not dead.” A pause, his lips thinning, he breathed lightly, “but I can’t just let you leave.”

[thechristiantorres]

Christian dropped down from the wall, rubbing his neck and and coughing slightly as the pressure was released. His brows furrowed in concern as he watched the unknown man in front of him speak about the unconscious man on the floor. What had he stumbled into? He met the guys gaze unsurely, crossing his arms in a subconscious act of defense as he hid his healing broken hand. "Well...what are you going to do? I won't tell anyone, I swear." 

[startedtoevolve]

  "…Friend?" He repeated the word, almost lazily; and then moved quite suddenly, shoving his arm against Christian’s throat, pushing him up against a nearby wall. His eyes were dark, thick eyebrows furrowing as he stared into the younger male’s eyes, "That," He motioned lightly with his head, to the body — a man in his older 40s, black hair, wearing a nice looking suit — "wouldn’t happen to be your ‘friend’?"

[thechristiantorres]

Christian barely had time to react before he was slammed against the wall, pinned by the man's forearm against his throat. He looked back over to the body on the ground, studying it a moment before trying to shake his head but found it impossible with his throat being crushed into the wall. "N-no....my fr-friend called saying he heard f-fighting..." he sputtered out as it was hard to breath.

[startedtoevolve]

  …-Xavier paused, glancing up from where he was standing over the unconscious, slightly bloodied body- -His expression was rather set, yet sort of lax, not at all tensed- …You shouldn’t be here. -Voice even, Xavier turns and takes a step toward Christian, gripping his upper arm strongly- Who told you to come here.

[thechristiantorres]

Christian backs up, his eyes trained on the bloodied body on the floor behind the man. "M-my friend called me....who are you?" His eyes dart up from the body to the man, jerking his arm out of his grip.

[tobekxlled-blog]

Well did you tell them you won the fight or lost it?

[thechristiantorres]

I won it, but I didn't tell them that.

[brooks-record-blog]

[thechristiantorres]

brooks-record:

Tyler Posey

Tyler Garcia Posey

October 18, 1991

Santa Monica, California, USA

[laineyoliver-blog-blog]

Now that it’s actually warm out… I say we have a paintball fight in the park.

[thechristiantorres]

Paintball?

[agreatbigworld]

It’s here! Watch the music video for “Already Home” featuring Darren Criss and Jessica Szohr now. #alreadyhome