remy | The Streets: Chapter 2- Name's Marcy

Title: The Streets

Author: Savvy

Characters: John

Summary: John grows as a young man after coming across Mystique one night in Manhattan.

Warning: Slash, angst, gang rape, drugs, adult language

Chapter 2: Name’s Marcy

It was just my fucking luck that when I woke up the next morning it was to find Jose standing over my mattress glaring down at me through dilated, drunken pupils. I glanced quickly at the door and saw to my chagrin that I had forgotten to jam the doorknob with the chair, which sat forgotten against the wall where I’d left it the night before.

From the short distance from where I lay sprawled on the dusty mattress to where he stood swaying dangerously from side to side, I could literally smell the bourbon on his breath, fucking taste the scent in my mouth.

“Get the fuck up,” he yelled kicking the side of the mattress causing an alarming amount of dust to burst from the splits in the torn fabric. I shrunk away from him and sat up. I didn’t speak, not because I couldn’t, but for fear of saying a “wrong place, wrong time” sarcastic remark that was fighting to get out of my mouth, resulting in getting my ass handed to me.

“I said fucking get up!” he yelled kicking the bed again, but this time he slipped and lost his balance, falling head long into the tiny table next to the wall. While he struggled to regain his footing I did as I was told and stood, keeping an eye on the other man incase he struck out at me, which he did, or rather tried and couldn’t through his alcoholic stupor.

“It’s time to pay up,” he slurred, wiggling his index finger in my direction; his eyes squinted in an attempt to look menacing. I forced the fearful glower from my face and smirked. Did he honestly think I was going to do anything he said? The fucking nerve! Crossing my arms over my chest I stepped backward toward the door but stopped when I hit something, or someone standing behind me.

“Stay quiet,” Raven said brushing against my side as she stepped around me walking seductively to the drunken Hispanic. Once again I did what I was told and stood my ground; watching quietly as she, now the tall brunette from the night before, walked to Jose’s side and steadied his stance by gripping his forearms.

“Calm down,” she said in that boyish voice I remembered from the night before. “There’s no reason to get all bent out of shape.”

“What in the hell are…are you talking about Raven?” he murmured, quickly easing under her forceful grip. “That bastard owes me.”

“I know, but forget about him. He’s nothing.” What she said next I couldn’t hear, but the scowl he threw me from the corner of his eye told me that our business wasn’t settled, but that he would drop it for now. An unreadable look passed between them before she caressed his cheek, signaling with a nod of the head for him to leave.

After he left the room at a rather slow saunter Raven turned on me, her piercing brown eyes casting daggers at my upward gaze. She was going to yell at me I knew. It couldn’t be everyday that she had to bail someone out of a nasty situation. I guess she never had to cover anyone’s ass but her own until I came along.

Go ahead, yell. I thought, setting my mouth in a defiant scowl. See if I fucking care.

“Come on, we’re leaving.” She made no attempt to avoid hitting my shoulder as she made to leave and as I rubbed the rising bruise on my shoulder I couldn’t resist asking what she had said to Jose.

“I didn’t get you off if that’s what you think,” she said shaking her head and grinning toothily at the deadpan expression that had appeared on my face. “No, you still have to pay your debt to him. But I want to take you somewhere first.”

“Where are we going?” I said following her out of the tiny room and out into the hall. She turned to face me and grinned. “Do you really have to ask?” On that note she turned and descended the narrow steps.

What an odd question seeing as I was truthfully lost, but I remained silent as I followed her downstairs, pass Jose who was slumped in a corner, and out onto the streets where she hurried, her head bent against the freezing wind. All the while we walked I could feel my fingers and toes growing numb and I was tempted to light a small flame to warm myself, but quickly thrust that idea aside. I knew that if I were seen, being cold would be the least of my worries.

Ten minutes we walked in the freezing cold until at last Raven turned off from the main streets into a deserted alley and only a few more feet stopped and began banging on a door I hadn’t noticed.

“Where are we?” I called over the howling wind that had come in behind us.

“Be quiet,” she hissed as she banged on the door once more. The door was pulled open from the other side and a short, bulky woman appeared in the threshold holding a fire pokers and wearing what looked to be a black negligee though I wasn’t sure because it was torn in places and the straps hung loosely, the fabric held up by her voluptuous breast.

“What do you want?” she asked in a Bronx accent. Though she was short, smaller than me even, she made up for her tiny stature with her confidence that seemed to seep through that thin fabric covering her sweaty skin. And that don’t-fuck-with-me glare in her eyes made you whimper at the sight. She was pretty fucking intimidating; especially with that fire poker she insisted on twirling around.

I looked toward Mystique and saw to my amazement that she was no longer the tall and gangly woman from a moment before, but a short and thin boy around my age and size. She wore faded jeans and black jacket and she, or he peered down at the older woman through boyish blue eyes.

My surprise didn’t seem to reach the old woman because she seemed unperturbed by the change and for a fleeting moment I thought she knew about Mystique, but it dawned on me that if she did there wouldn’t have been a reason for Raven to change so quickly. Maybe she hadn’t seen the change. I hadn’t.

I was hesitant when the boy ordered me forward, and when I didn’t move he grabbed my sleeve and yanked me toward the door.

“He wants to work for you,” Mystique said shoving me hard in the back toward the lady. The woman looked me up and down skeptically as if questioning the truth behind this statement. She did one final scan of me before turning her eyes on the boy Raven.

“I have enough lowlifes on my hands as it is,” she growled gesturing rudely with one hand and twirling the poker in the other. “I don’t need another one. Besides,” she looked at me again, “he’s too thin.”

She made to step back into the darkened room but Raven piped up and her words stopped her.

“He’s a virgin.” The woman stopped, her eyes unmoving. “Both ways,” Raven continued.

This seemed to seal the deal for the old woman, her eyes bright with new found interest, turned her plump face in my direction once again. “Why didn’t you say that in the first place,” she snapped stepping aside. “In.”

The boy Mystique grabbed my jacket once more and shoved me inside. What came next would change my life forever.

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The room I now stood in wasn’t as dark as I first perceived it to be. There were low burning candles on almost every surface and a fire burned in a grate which would explain the fire poker. The room smelled like ash and cheap alcohol and maybe my eyes were playing tricks on me, but I could have sworn I saw a black cat.

“Sit,” she ordered pointing at two brown bean bags that lay in a corner. The boy Raven nodded for me to sit, and I did. He remained standing.

“I have your money,” he said digging into a back pocket and pulling out a small wad of cash, holding it out for the woman to take. She eyed the money for a minute before taking it and stuffing it unceremoniously between her breasts.

“It better be all there this time,” she said pointing a finger in Raven’s face. “I don’t have time for these games, Alex.”

“No games,” Alex said holding out his arms as if asking the woman to search him.

She tutted her tongue and crossed the room to the fire and started poking it with her poker. “Go ahead,” she said looking into the fire.

“He wants to work for you,” Alec repeated catching the woman’s drift.

“Why?” she asked. Still her back was turned away from us.

I wanted to know that myself. I eyed Alex’s back.

“He owes your son. He’s staying over the store and needs the cash.”

I couldn’t believe my ears. Not only did I still owe Jose, this woman’s son, but I had to work for her to pay off the debt. It seemed like Raven was digging a deeper hole for me rather than helping me out of one.

“Rav…Alex,” I called correcting myself. “What are you doing?” The other boy turned and glared down at me before turning back to face the lady.

“It’s not cash Jose wants,” the old woman stated as if I hadn’t interrupted. “You know my boy likes to hump like a horse.”

Alex nodded smiling. “I know from experience.” For some reason this made the woman laugh.

“He can work for you to stay over the shop and he can,” he looked at me, “give Jose what he wants to stay on his good side.”

The old lady pondered this for a while and I took the time to consider exactly what it was Raven was getting me into. I knew from the unsubtle references that they made that prostitution was the currency in which I would be paying my debt. And that I would work for her to stay over the shop, which I figured she owned as a means of covering her “real business.” How having sex with Jose figured into the equation was beyond me. Actually, the whole fucking plan was beyond me, and they were both fucked in the head if they thought I would agree to any of it.

“Jose would like that,” the woman finally said answering Raven’s words. She looked pleased about something only she was aware of. She turned to me, gesturing for me to stand. Once I was in front of her, all the while glaring at Alex, she circled me, her prying eyes dancing apart from the flicking candle light. She poked me here and there, turning my head this way and that, her two inch nails digging into my cheeks like razor sharp knives.

“He doesn’t look like a virgin,” she cooed, shaking her head as she peered at my crotch.

“He is. He hasn’t even been kissed before.”

“Now that’s a load of cow shit,” she laughed flicking a strain of hair from my face with one long, red polished nail. Her eyes traveled downward to my hands and rested on the lighter I had tucked between index and middle finger.

“Why does he carry a lighter?” she asked Raven. I was quickly growing tired of being talked about like I wasn’t here. “He doesn’t smoke does he?”

“No…um, he likes fire.” I glanced at Raven urging her with my eyes to not say more but I needn’t worry. Though she hadn’t seen my gaze she remained silent.

“So, you’re one of those?” One of what? She didn’t elaborate.

“Nice eyes, tall. Smile,” I did. “Nice smile.”

“Where are his parents?” she asked finally stepping away and walking toward the blazing fire again.

“Dead,” Raven lied.

“Well, that simplifies things,” she smiled though the grin didn’t quite reach her eyes.

For five straight minutes she didn’t say anything. She left the room, came back with the cat I knew I had seen earlier. She stroked the cat, placed it on the bean bag, played with the fire and took a sip of bourbon. A family favorite I suppose.

She seemed to reach some sort of decision for when she looked at me she grinned a crooked grin and extended a fat hand that I took, though I wasn’t quite sure what I was agreeing too.

“Name’s Marcy, but you can call me “master” since you’ll be my bitch from here on out!”