Dinosaurs Say Rawr, Idiots Say Things The Regret, Criminals Say Things They Have To [1/?]
Title: Dinosaurs Say Rawr, Idiots Say Things They Regret , Criminals Say Things They Have To [1/?]
Author: Bri, xstick-outx
Rating: R
Pairing: Patrick & Peter, lovely
Disclaimer: So this is what happens on boring Wednesday afternoons when you have no homework, it never happenned in the real world. Oh, yeah and I know absolutely nothing about Chicago.
Summary: The place where evil was abundant and the good and innocent were shredded into tiny little pieces or became malevolent themselves.
Once upon a time there were two boys. These two boys lived in the wonderous land of Chicago. However the boys lived in the ruinous, crime-ridden part of Chicago, down between the streets Fairmont and Lanchester. The place where evil was abundant and the good and innocent were shredded into tiny little pieces or became malevolent themselves. This happened to many who dared to venture down into that dark place between Fairmont and Lanchester.
One of the boys dared.
This boy was named Peter. Peter was considered a very pretty little boy by most girls and some other boys. He had expressive hazel eyes and pouty lips. His smooth skin was tanned and he took it in his interest to keep himself looking gorgeous all of the time. Another thing: this boy had the most amazing hipbones you will ever see on a man or a woman.
But while he was ample with beauty Peter quite lacked in good judgement when it came to street matters.
See, Peter had been born into upper-middle class society and was always well sheltered, when really he lived just 20 minutes away from the misery that was the place between Fairmont and Lanchester. His mother took much care into making sure he nevr saw the horrors down there. But maybe, maybe that was her biggest mistake. Maybe he would have known better if she showed it to him, he would have known not to dare to come near such a place. Only pain and sorrow comes from streets such as these.
Because his mother had been a frivolous little fool and made a very poor choice Peter walked straight into his own demise.
He remembers that he had been told to meet one of his friend's friend there and that friend would hook him up with some joint. (It gets awfully boring in suburbia) However Peter ran into somebody that dark day. It was a rather large, tough looking man with a long black pony tail.
"S..sorry."
"I thought I told Tad's boys to stay over west, what are you doing here?!"
"Who's Tad?"
"You don't know who Tad is?"
"No."
"Hmmm...."
And that was the rest of Pete's life. He found out the large man with the black ponytail was "Red" and Red loved pretty little boys just like Peter. Especially when he decided they were going to make him lots of money. Pete refused and tried to go home. Ha, but he didn't know what Red was named for.
Peter was "persuaded" into becoming something most of the world despised.
A whore.
Yes, this is correct.
Now, Peter is not so niave.
Now, the other one of these two boys was quite different than Pete.
Unlike Peter, Patrick was born into the lifestyle of the streets between Fairmont and Lanchester. His mother had been a prostitute who couldn't give a fuck about him and his father was a washed-up druggie who sort of cared when he was off drugs.
When Patrick was younger he saw his father makeing drug deals. He watched a brown paper bag exchanging hands. He watched the excitement of both dealer and buyer. He watched the buyer check to make sure the drugs were pure. But most importantly he watched the green, crisp bills echange hands. From 5-years old Patrick watched the money eagerly. He always thought of all the cool things he could buy with that money.
Yes, even at the tender age of 5, Patrick understood the concept on how much lives depended on money. Most people pretend they could care less about it, and would rather give it to someone else. Patrick didn't think that way. What did they do to deserve to earn the money? They weren't doing anything for him, so he wasn't going to do anything for them. Young Patrick would rather have a cool new bike to ride down the alleyway than give the money to buy it to somebody else.
When Patrick was 10, his mother was shot by her pimp because she wouldn't give up all the money she had earned. She died there, in the house. His father came home and saw her dead and Patrick just sitting there, staring blankly at his mother's lifeless body. He thought it was okay if she was gone, he had never really liked her anyway. His father had scooped him up and he had them move out of the house the following day, thinking Patrick was traumitized by thw whole event.
Patrick watched his father weep over the lady that lived in their house.
"Why are you crying, Dad?"
"Because I loved your mother."
"Why? Wasn't she a whore?" (Yes, little Patrick had picked up on the language of the streets)
"Don't talk about your mother like that!"
It was that day that Patrick decided the things he hated the most: love and prostitution. And the one thing it was okay to really like: money. Money got you things you wanted, it gave you power over the one who didn't have as much as you did. Love was something Patrick didn't understand. To him it was a thing that made you cry a lot. Patrick didn't like to cry, he was a big boy. And prostitution was just something where you did things in exchange for nothing. Somebody else took the money you had earned.
At the age of 16, Patrick's father died from a drug overdose. Patrick only frowned and wondered how he was going to get money now. And then he remembered the green bills that were involved in drug deals.
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One of the boys dared.
This boy was named Peter. Peter was considered a very pretty little boy by most girls and some other boys. He had expressive hazel eyes and pouty lips. His smooth skin was tanned and he took it in his interest to keep himself looking gorgeous all of the time. Another thing: this boy had the most amazing hipbones you will ever see on a man or a woman.
But while he was ample with beauty Peter quite lacked in good judgement when it came to street matters.
See, Peter had been born into upper-middle class society and was always well sheltered, when really he lived just 20 minutes away from the misery that was the place between Fairmont and Lanchester. His mother took much care into making sure he nevr saw the horrors down there. But maybe, maybe that was her biggest mistake. Maybe he would have known better if she showed it to him, he would have known not to dare to come near such a place. Only pain and sorrow comes from streets such as these.
Because his mother had been a frivolous little fool and made a very poor choice Peter walked straight into his own demise.
He remembers that he had been told to meet one of his friend's friend there and that friend would hook him up with some joint. (It gets awfully boring in suburbia) However Peter ran into somebody that dark day. It was a rather large, tough looking man with a long black pony tail.
"S..sorry."
"I thought I told Tad's boys to stay over west, what are you doing here?!"
"Who's Tad?"
"You don't know who Tad is?"
"No."
"Hmmm...."
And that was the rest of Pete's life. He found out the large man with the black ponytail was "Red" and Red loved pretty little boys just like Peter. Especially when he decided they were going to make him lots of money. Pete refused and tried to go home. Ha, but he didn't know what Red was named for.
Peter was "persuaded" into becoming something most of the world despised.
A whore.
Yes, this is correct.
Now, Peter is not so niave.
Now, the other one of these two boys was quite different than Pete.
Unlike Peter, Patrick was born into the lifestyle of the streets between Fairmont and Lanchester. His mother had been a prostitute who couldn't give a fuck about him and his father was a washed-up druggie who sort of cared when he was off drugs.
When Patrick was younger he saw his father makeing drug deals. He watched a brown paper bag exchanging hands. He watched the excitement of both dealer and buyer. He watched the buyer check to make sure the drugs were pure. But most importantly he watched the green, crisp bills echange hands. From 5-years old Patrick watched the money eagerly. He always thought of all the cool things he could buy with that money.
Yes, even at the tender age of 5, Patrick understood the concept on how much lives depended on money. Most people pretend they could care less about it, and would rather give it to someone else. Patrick didn't think that way. What did they do to deserve to earn the money? They weren't doing anything for him, so he wasn't going to do anything for them. Young Patrick would rather have a cool new bike to ride down the alleyway than give the money to buy it to somebody else.
When Patrick was 10, his mother was shot by her pimp because she wouldn't give up all the money she had earned. She died there, in the house. His father came home and saw her dead and Patrick just sitting there, staring blankly at his mother's lifeless body. He thought it was okay if she was gone, he had never really liked her anyway. His father had scooped him up and he had them move out of the house the following day, thinking Patrick was traumitized by thw whole event.
Patrick watched his father weep over the lady that lived in their house.
"Why are you crying, Dad?"
"Because I loved your mother."
"Why? Wasn't she a whore?" (Yes, little Patrick had picked up on the language of the streets)
"Don't talk about your mother like that!"
It was that day that Patrick decided the things he hated the most: love and prostitution. And the one thing it was okay to really like: money. Money got you things you wanted, it gave you power over the one who didn't have as much as you did. Love was something Patrick didn't understand. To him it was a thing that made you cry a lot. Patrick didn't like to cry, he was a big boy. And prostitution was just something where you did things in exchange for nothing. Somebody else took the money you had earned.
At the age of 16, Patrick's father died from a drug overdose. Patrick only frowned and wondered how he was going to get money now. And then he remembered the green bills that were involved in drug deals.
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