Imagined Peace: Clock Tower

[Matthew Handerson]

Matthew walked into the Mile, looking around. He sniffed catching a scent, it was delicious and smelled of meat. He licked his lips, his eyes flashed a silver color and wolf like. He smiled to himself, his stomach rumbling. He was hungary, he haven't ate in days. The meat was calling to him and he had no money. Red wouldn't like him getting in trouble from stealing. He would beat him then make him work extra hard. If he can even call what he do work, sometimes he wished he didn't wake up in the morning. No kid should have to do this for a living. Sell themselves, do these things.

He just wanted to be left alone, after his mom died everything just died for him. He wished she never died, it's hard. He looked up through his red hair, his green eyes searching. He was dressed in a worn shirt with holes and jeans. He wore flip flops and looked like he needed a good meal and bath. Yeah a good meal would be nice. He refused to take a bath, maybe no one wouldn't want to touch him if he stinked. He rubbed at his stomach, over a knife would that had healed entirely too fast.

He moved on through the mile and he was getting strange looks. Most of wonder others of disgust. He should be home right now worrying about school and pimples and girls. Do guys count? Do he suppose to feel that? He don't know...he'll just forget it for now. He kept on his way following the nice smell of food. He found a food joint, a McDonalds and he smiled wide. He searched the area and there was a lot of peoples. Eating, talking, ordering. He moved on slowly cautiously before stopping by the door to the back. The smell of food so strong to him, how can anyone deal with it?

He quickly snuck in and the scent hit him in the face. Grease, food, sweat. He ducked behind a trashcan so he couldn't be see. His eyes on a burger and he licked his lips. He grinned before looking around. He then quickly moved for it and grabbed it. A hand grabbed onto his shoulder turning him around making him drop it. He looked up seeing a towering man. "Kid, you just brought you a ticket downtown." The man said as a few minutes later Matthew was sitting in the office for the Mile waiting for a officer to come pick him up. He looked around a little scared.

[Christian Wilde]

Chris was sitting at his desk at the station filling out some paper work as he had so much. Today was slow for him so he could do it. His computer was on but it had a screensaver on with little fish that swim around and do nothing else but swim. It was nice but borning. Chris signed his name to something wishing he didn't have so much paperwork. It was part of the job though and he had to deal with it. He licked his lips and then took a sip of cold coffee. The coffee made him gag and he made a face. Chris was sure that this coffee was going to kill him even if he was immortal. He threw the coffee cup away and went to get a soda.

"Wilde, I need you to go out and pick someone up for me." The captain came out and told him. Chris didn't really like his captian much but he did what the man said. It was his job. "He's at the McDonalds. I guess it's some kid trying to get some food. Check his record well you. I want you to question him once he gets in too." The man walked away leaving Chris's head spinning. He wasn't one to pick up people, he didn't even like doing it. Chris was to high in rank to do it. The captain really was pressing his buttons right now. He took a deep breath and got his jacket off of the back of his chair and drove to where he was told to.

He took off of tie not wanting the kid to pull on it and try to choke him. Chris made sure his gun was in the holster right making it hard for anyone but a cop to pull it. His handcuffs were also on his belt and his shield. Chris took his jacket off and put it in the passagener seat. He looked at the resturant and sighed. This so wasn't what he was getting paided for, he would do it though. It was an order and he followed his orders. He walked in and showed his badge to the man who led him into the office.

Chris's hard dark eyes looked at the kid. The poor guy looked like he had a foot in the grave. He was young but it didn't show. Chris hated seeing things like this, he thought a small town would be better then a big city but it wasn't. One just didn't see it all the time. He put his hand near his handcuffs and nodded to the man that he could leave now.

"I'm Lieutenant Wilde with Wimington PD." He told Matthew. He cleared his thoart. "You're going to have to come with me. I can handcuff you or not but I'm walkin' you out of here." Chris didn't want to read this kid his rights but he would have to. He didn't sound uncomfortable though but he was feeling it. He took a deep breath and let it out thinking of reading him his rights and just getting out of here.

[Matthew Handerson]

Matt shuffled his feet along the floor beneath him, the manager watching him as if he'll make a run for it. He would though not with him standing there so he's guessing that's why he's standing there. Red won't be very happy, he know he won't. He's scared, he wanted to get away before Red can be called. He shivered at the thought of facing him. He also didn't want to give his name, he had no legal guardian. He didn't want to be placed in a home, but a home would be better then this. He looked around again, feeling small in the office. Shuffling his feet still against the floor, his toes unable to reach the tile from his flip flops.

He rubbed his hands together, his head down once again. He licked his lips, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth for a moment. He don't want to be in trouble, he just wanted something to eat. He looked up at the manager who was writing something down at his desk. He swallowed before lowering his head again, his red hair falling into his face hiding his green eyes. He looked up when the door opened, he caught the faint smell of the ocean. It was faint enough for someone with a good sense of smell could smell it. Though they would also have to be close to the man, Matt wasn't.

He watched Chris with a small fear in his eyes. He looked around, he squirmed in his seat. Not wanting to go to jail, his legs had stopped moving now. He watched as the other man left and Chris moved up to him. He swallowed, the man was large, muscular in a not too much way. He was handsome, much more then the regular guys that paid to use him. He looked to the pair of handcuffs and wanted to slide back in his seat. "Am I going to jail?" He asked softly looking up into Chris's brown eyes with wide green ones.

[Christian Wilde]

Chris took the kid in thinking with the side of him that was a cop. The kid seemed like he was living on the street and didn't have any money. Life on the streets was a hard one and Chris thought that no one should have to live it. People did though and it wasn't right. He went back to looking the kid over for his threat level. Chris was immortal thanks to Asher but still he could feel pain. His clothes were poor, he smelled bad, he looked like he hadn't had a good meal in weeks. Deanna could make a fine meal for the boy. Not the point! He had a feeling the kid would run from him if he could. He was pretty good at judging these types of things even without his powers telling him what was about to happen. Chris looked hard at the kid and his empathy kicked in.

The first thing he got from him was fear. It hit Chris like a blow to the stomach and it felt like bugs were crawling on his skin. There was something about him that made Chris pity him. The poor thing had no chance at a good life. He was forced to live by a socitey who cared little for the poor even if they talked a good game. Chris knew he couldn't let emotions get in the way. Still it was hard to not feel them as he had his empathy. His face softened to not make the boy any more afraid then he already was. Chris wasn't about to hurt him.

"Am I going to jail?"

"I'm going to have to take you down to the station." Chris said moving his weight from one foot to another. "From there you may go to lock up or a group home thing. No reason to be afraid." He moved closer to him and sighed. Chris couldn't believe he was going to question this kid. He wouldn't go to hard on him, it just wasn't fair. "At the station you can get something to eat and something to drink while we talk. That sound okay? Oh before we go I'm going to read you your rights." He hadn't touched his handcuffs yet trying to earn his trust so when he questioned him like ordered it would be easy for both of them.

"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to have an attorney present during questioning. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you. Do you understand these rights as I have said them?" Chris took a step forward and held out his hand to help him up. "Don't you run on me kid because I will handcuff you if I have too."

[Matthew Handerson]

Matt pulled his legs to his chest, it was a protective gesture. He liked to curl up on himself and hide. It was better then facing the world sometimes, he wanted to whimper and cower. He didn't want to be taken in by this man, he didn't want to be placed in some home. He didn't have the best life though at least he wouldn't be trapped inside a place where he didn't have anyone. There was a few caring men here and there, that threated him nice. It was sick and he wanted to cry now. He did wanted to run, he didn't want to stop running. He wanted to run and run until he get away from it all. He wondered where his father was, if he even knew about him or cared.

He was scared of Chris, he have ran across some bad cops. They beated him and then did things even worser then the suppose to be 'bad guys'. He didn't want to go to the station and risk facing them. He ddn't want to make them angry, he would probably lose if he had to go up against a gang of cops. Or would he? Though this man was handsome and he wondered if he could get out of this. If he could use what he knew to get this man happy and then in exchange get off. He don't know he's just scared, Red will be pissed. He will hunt him down and make him pay. Please don't hurt me. He thought not knowing Chris could hear him.

He swallowed and looked down, his red hair framing his face. Group home, he closed his eyes for a moment before looking up. The food made it all sound worthwhile though, he still didn't want to go down to the station. He nodded his head slowly and slippd out of the chair. He kept his head down and just listened. He didn't move didn't make a run for it. He was slowly trying to come up with a plan in his head. He looked up and nodded his answer to Chris.

[Christian Wilde]

Looking at Matthew, Chris didn't need to be an empath or a telepath to see that he was afraid. Chris could see him put his guard up and want to just wish him away. It sucked that he was the one having to handle this. If only he could get the kid to trust him, he wasn't about to hurt him. He would do his job though, the kid had broken the law. Stealing was wrong. There was that whole question though if someone is starving should it be allowed? He wasn't sure but the kid needed help that he wouldn't find at the station. Chris would have to keep an eye on him if he did get to the station, some of the other cops were less then kind to anyone that was different. He could feel tears come to his own eyes because of Matt, he beat them down. Damn empathy.

Please don't hurt me.

The thought rocked through Chris's body making him place a hand on his forehead. Matt could think a little quieter next time. The thought was a powerful one, a hope for something. Chris shook it off, he had gotten used to telepathy actting up at the wrost times possiable. He hoped he didn't seem weak because someone might try to use that against him, he wasn't weak. Chris just wanted to get this over with.

Chris watched Matt stand up and put a firm hand on his shoulder. His touch wasn't good or bad, it just was there. The smell really was starting to get to him making his stomach turn plus his powers weren't helping him any. He started to move firmly making him move with him. Chris was ready to wip out the handcuffs and chance after him. He kept his telepathy going trying to hear if Matt was going to run. What he did hear made Chris raise an eyebrow? Oh the joys of telepathy. He opened the door and moved them outside and to his car.

He opened the passagener door and looked to Matt. "Get in, don't touch anything, and buckle up." Chris started to move to his own side his body tease and ready for the chase, he should have used his damn handcuffs. He could do without reading Matt's mind though, that wasn't fun but he had to do it. It kept him safe. Chris wanted to pass Matt off to someone else that would deal with him but no, this was his fucking case.

[Matthew Handerson]

Matt didn't know who he could trust anymore, the only person he could really trust was dead. He wished he could have died with her, maybe it would have been better? He just wanted to be with someone that loved him and wanted him safe and not hurt him. This man wasn't that bad he guessed, he didn't get any bad vibes from him. He guessed that he wouldn't hurt him, though the other cops didn't look bad. What if this man was one of them. He didn't want to run into them again. He shivered and swallowed truely scared of them. He could have probably beaten their ass though he don't know exactly what he is. He don't understand is pwoers sometimes.

Matt smelled something in the air as he looked up at Chris. Tears...something? He don't know, he's not that good at this. He kept his eyes on Chris for a moment, he licked his lips before looking down. He shivered a little as Chris's firm hand connected with his shoulder. He bite into his bottom lip before moving with Chris. He didn't make any move to run away, he looked pretty scared now. He looked around, a lot of the shoppers looking over. Nosy and a few concerned expressions. Matt looked down as they reached outside, he chewed on his bottom lip.

It was surprising he hadn't broke his skin. He looked ot the cop car before slowly nodding. He looked to the open door before looking around. A quick thought in his head to run though then he would be wanted. He didn't want to be wanted. He silently slipped into the police car glad he wasn't put in the back. He closed the door thinking about he just wanted to be his mom again.

[Christian Wilde]

Fear is one of the basic human emotions. Fear, anger, sadness, and joy were those that had first come to Chris when he got his empathy and then come others like lust. It was all the forms of the four basic emotions. Still those four still seemed to bite into Chris's skin harder then any other emotion out there. Matt's fear was making Chris's stomach turn and his thoughts were hurting his head more then anything. He didn't like being inside this kids head. It was a very dark place to be and it scared him. No one should have to live in such hell. The kid may be a devil because he lived in hell. Chris wondered where that thought had come from. It was a good one. Being bad because you live in hell, still you had to follow the law. Chris had his share of pain and he thought he was a pretty good guy. It didn't matter though. This was Matt's problem not his.

Chris watched Matt get in and paused before reaching for the door handle. He felt sick to his stomach. The emotions and the telepathy were hell on his body. Chris thought that his power was more contorled then before but not now. They might be growing again or something. He felt bad for Matt but wasn't sure if he could handle this case. The thing was he would have to watch out for the officers that had hurt this poor kid and if something showed up bust their asses. He sighed and got in the car.

He put a hand on his head and let out a small sound of pain as Matt's thoughts hit him like a baseball bat. Chris blinked a few times and tried to not vomit. With a shaky hand he started the car and put on his seat belt. He looked to Matt. "You're seat belt on kid?" He licked his lips that felt very dry. What the hell has he been through? Chris didn't know it but he send that thought to Matt as well not meaning to. His powers were growing. Chris started to drive.

[Matthew Handerson]

Matt was scared of course, he didn't want to do this. He wanted to be safe, he wanted to be loved. He wanted a home, he had nothing, no one. He had a man that used him and then beat him and then use him again. He hated this, he hated life. Matt had a dark mind for someone so young, he had lived on the streets for five years now. He had been pimped out and beatened and rape and anything you could imagine. That little irish boy was no more, he hated ever coming to Wilmington, he hated it all. A part of him wanted to kill Red, he had so many chances where he could. It made him angry that he couldn't.

His mind was riddled with many scenes where he could have killed the man, where he could have seriously hurt the guys that touched him. Instead of letting them hurt him, he could kill every single one of them. He knew of the power he had, he didn't use it, he was only half. He was weaker then the average werefox though no human still wasn't a match for him. He could have easily ended it all...though he didn't. He blamed himself, he will always blame himself for this. He looked ahead of him his bottom lip sucked into his mouth, the flesh of it between his teeth.

He could smell the scent of Chris's aftershave, the fresh scent of the ocean. The smell of a guy, a woman, soap, water. He had a lot of scents on him, some of them wasn't from today. They were faint, the soap and aftershave was the strongest. He looked to Chris as he got inside, he was glad he didn't make him get in the back like a criminal. He watched him confused at his actions, his keen eyes saw the shakingness of his hand. He quickly obeyed Chris as if he was ruled by orders and fastened himself into the chair. His whole body was tensed, his eyes was scared. Darkened with desperateness, something no 14 year old should have.

He jumped as Chris's voice echoed in his mind and there was pain since it shouldn't have been there. He quickly looked at Chris in shock and stared. "What was that?" He asked swallowing as he started to feel threatened.