scratch and burn;; johnny

[MICAH KELLY BLACKBURN]

Putting the scalpel in his sock, he glared at the clock. At ten o clock the guards would be changing shifts. During that time, Micah was going to make a run for it. It wasn’t that he thought he’d make it; he hadn’t had enough experience yet. But he thought it would work as good practice when he decided to bust out fully… definitely with others. Micah’s plan was simple. At ten, he’d leave and flea out to the graveyard. Once there, he’d spend the night there…. That was about all he had so far. How was he going to do any more was beyond him. There were streets to cross… which he wouldn’t do. And there were going to be so many homeless people out there…

The clock tolled and a smile formed on his lips, ignoring the pounding in his heart. The boy ran down the hall, trying to ignore the searing pain as the scalpel stabbed the side of his foot. Rounding around the corner, the gay little boy held his breath as he heard a guard call out that an inmate had escaped the dorms. Loosing his focus, he hurried more, turning the corner and running into someone with a very hard chest, with a resounding “Ooff!”

[JOHNNY FORD MALCOVITCH]

The clock chimed and Johnny began to walk to his new post. God how he loved this job, it was solitary, but it afforded him a lot of people to do "things" too. Click, click, click, the sound of his steel toed boots echoed through the empty halls, almost bouncing throughout the hallway. His hands traveled to his back clip and he unclipped the handcuffs that hung there, and began to swing them around his fore finger. Johnny loved the feeling of the cool metal against his skin, he honestly loved his handcuffs period. They made him feel as if he was in control, and he loved that feeling, that feeling drove him. Smiling wickedly to himself, Johnny rounded the corner picking up his pace a little, until, "Ooff!"

The sound echoed throughout the hallway. Some person had just ran into him. Johnny smirked down at the person, now making out sleek black hair, and defined male form. Quickly, Johnny grabbed a fistful of the boy's hair, and pulled him to his feet. "Where do you think you are going boy," Johnny snarled with a smirk. God did he really love this job. Johnny looked into the boys eyes which were swimming pools of blue, and smiled. His hand slowly began to release the fistful of hair, and instead went to grab his wrist. "Aren't you out past your bed time sweetheart? You know you can get in trouble for this? Shock therapy, solitary, you don't want that do you?"

[MICAH KELLY BLACKBURN]

Micah cried out when there was a hand pulling on his hair. It did slightly feel good, but it wasn’t something he’d actually say, especially to a sadist guard. Where did he think he was going? He couldn’t say home, because his parents would just send him back here. The boy though a little more. “Out,” he replied , venom in his voice. The boy didn’t know this man, but he was sure he didn’t like him. Micah didn’t want to stand for the man, and if it wouldn’t be a burden to struggle then he would. But the man had his hair in a grip like a vice. The scalpel! The boy reached down at his bleeding ankle, slowly, trying to make it look like he was scratching an itch.

When the man changed positions, grabbing on to his wrist, Micah smiled, seeing his chance. The scalpel was released from it’s hiding place. “Touch me and I-I’ll st-stab you,” he warned through a meek voice, trying to sound like he could actually go through with something that violent. “I’m g-getting outta here, today.” The boy’s baby blue eyes danced down the hall, where a crowd of other guards came.

“Sorry, boss, the runt is like a little rat. Snuck right from under our noses,” the first one explained, before seeing the scalpel . “Do you need a hand?”

[JOHNNY FORD MALCOVITCH]

Johnny shook his head with a smirk. This boy, he needed to be put in his place, and he was the person to do it. Tongue darting out, Johnny licked his lips slowly. "You might want to check that attitude dear, it's not going to get you very far, and it's definitely not going to get you "out," he said, his tone dripping with menace. The boys moving arms caught Johnny's eye and he followed the movements expertly. Was he itching his leg, or was he about to pull something? Johnny had no idea, and with these patients no one could really ever know. However, the question was soon answered by the boy pulling out a scalpel. Johnny couldn't help but chuckle. Did this patient really think he, the head guard, was scared of him, this small little boy. Leaning in Johnny whispered, "Do you even have the courage to use that?"

Suddenly though, guards were rushing up, and holding the boy down. Johnny pulled the scalpel away from the boy and placed it in his back pocket for later use. This boy needed to be taught a lesson, and not a lesson that the therapists could teach him. Johnny couldn't help but smile at the thought. This boy was going to regret ever sneaking out by the time Johnny was done with him. "I got him now, but be a little more watchful next time eh? And figure out who the hell left a scalpel laying around." With that, Johnny waved the guards off, and began to cuff the young boy roughly.

He adjusted the cuffs so they were secured tightly around the boy, and grabbed another fistful of hair smiling. Quickly, he pulled the boy to another corridor, and then into a large closet that wasn't really used anymore. However, there were things hanging on the wall. Johnny reached and locked the door from the inside and flipped the light on.

[MICAH KELLY BLACKBURN]

The little boy glared up at him as he watched the guard like his lip. “You m-may think your clever, b-but you're not,” the man smiled. The guards always acted like that, like they were big bad and tough, but the other patients had started a collaborative idea that they only did this job because they wanted to little kids suffer. The reason for that? They didn’t get laid enough at home. Micah hated that people weren’t even partially concerned with well being of the inmates. His parents were paying good money so he could get better, or at least that’s what he had been told. When he came here, he didn’t know what the word “aslyum” meant, so he asked one of the guards. And they told him it meant “orphan” in French. The boy had cried for DAYS because of that! “To stab you? Yes,” he said, weakly, bringing up the blade, in a motion to cut him.

But then he was on the ground, by the hands ff the other guards. Hissing in anger as the knife was taken away from him, Micah continued to struggle. The look on the guards face made him scared, though he tried to hide it. The boy smirked when the man told the other goons to find out who left the scalpel lying around. “Good luck with that,” he huffed, kicking and writhing, trying to get the men away from him.

This time, the boy couldn’t see anything the man was doing, lying on his stomach. Therefore, when he grabbed his hair, the boy moaned loudly, closing his eyes. The man lifted him up by the said hanful as if he were a rag doll. The boy tried to struggle, but the man’s pace was beyond him. When he left go, he was in a rather large closet. Looking around, the boy rose a brow at the man. What was he going to do, make him clean?

[JOHNNY FORD MALCOVITCH]

Chuckling, Johnny tightened his grip on the little boy's hair, and yanked. "Little boy I am clever," he whispered and pushed him up against the wall. Johnny could feel his heartbeat in his throat, thud, thud, thud. He loved that feeling, his adrenaline picked up, he felt in control, and god it felt good. "So you really think you had the guts to stab me back there? Because honestly, i don't think you did," he said smiling and turning around the boy to look into his meek little eyes. Johnny leaned into the boy, pressing his weight against the boys chest, and then kissed his cheek. However, Johnny couldn't help but think about how soft the boys skin was though. His lips liked the feel of it, although he would never admit it. Johnny wasn't the type to admit something like that. Johnny was tough, and cold, he had to be, at least that's what he told himself.

Johnny didn't use to be this way, this cold and calculated. However, after he had his heart broken, he couldn't help but be this way. He couldn't let anyone in. Johnny needed to be in control so he wouldn't be hurt again, he couldn't bare it. Shaking his head, Johnny tried to clear away the memories and focus on the task at hand; teaching this boy a lesson in respect. Brown dark pools peered into the boys light blue ones, and Johnny couldn't help but smile. He saw the fear in the boy's eyes even though he was trying to conceal it. His hand reached to stroke the boys hair, and he smiled. "Why are you so disobedient? It's not going to get you anywhere, especially with me, it will just piss me off, and you will be in a lot more pain then originally intended." Johnny smiled brightly at the boy, and ran his hand down and under his shirt, lifting it lightly, still peering into the boys eyes.

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[MICAH KELLY BLACKBURN]

The man smelled slightly of cigarette, and Micah didn’t like it. It was something his dad stank of every Saturday night, except he at least had the decency to try and hide it. A soft moan escaped his lips as his hair was tugged. It was something that he didn’t have any control over. The noise came out as if on it’s own accord. “Burn in hell,” Micah cried out, trying to interrupt him. The man’s weight was on in, as well as his lips on his cheek. His pale cheeks turned a light shade of pink. “Y-You…. You’re really warm….,” he muttered a bit incoherently.

Shaking off the stammering behavior that was surfacing, he hissed, “Because I think your rules are full of shit. And you aren’t as scary as you think you are.” The boy began to struggle against him, gasping in shock as he felt the man’s hand up his shirt. The light pink color advanced once more to a darker shade as he tried to wiggle to make more room to escape his captor. "Please, wh-why are you ... doing this?" He didn't exactly want to admit it, but there was a heat that seemed to be consuming him, as if there was some part of him that enjoyed the treatment of him. "L-Let me go."

[JOHNNY FORD MALCOVITCH]

Yes, Johnny smoked two packs of cigarettes a day, and he didn't apologize for it. The man adored his tobacco, menthol, and whatever else filled his Marlboro Red cigarettes. Even now when Johnny bit down on his bottom lip, he could taste the cigarettes and now started to crave one. But he couldn't think about cigarettes. No. Johnny needed to focus on the task at hand, and that task now was taking care of this little boy. "Oh sweetheart, I know i'm going to burn in hell, however i think you are going to be down there with me," he said in a whispered hiss before leaning back lightly noting the moan that the boy had made before. Johnny couldn't help but chuckle as the boy's cheek turned red, and he told him he was warm. The boy could possibly be enjoying this. The thought made Johnny smile.

"These aren't my rules, and I haven't even shown you scary yet, I suggest you keep the snide remarks to yourself though. I wouldn't want to have to bruise your beautiful skin." Then he leaned into the boy again and kissed his neck biting it lightly. Johnny's full chest pressed against the boy to keep him in place, and then he ran his hands through the boys hair smiling. Again the boy was stammering in his very meek and weak voice, it made Johnny smile. "Don't tell me you don't like this? I heard that moan earlier, you thought I didn't hear that did you?" Leaning in again, Johnny began to suck on the boys neck aiming to leave a very dark hickey. His hips then rubbed against the boy, and he smiled feeling the boys small body underneath him.