Now I know I'm going to hell for real
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True Sacrifice, Chapter 3
By shessia n.
To everyone whose read this so far, thank u!!!!!! I heart you guys.
If u haven’t read the other parts, okay, so this is like my first story tho I sort of took the idea from another story I read, and it probably sucks, but don’t hate it to much, ok? And if u do hate it, u can keep that to yourself or I wont write any more. I don't use a beta.
Oh, yeah,
I LUV FRASER n RAYYYYY!!!!!
Chapter 3
“What do you mean I have to have sex with Fraser?” Ray said, pissed off. The first mob guy, Crenshaw, snickered and so did his men. He ponted his uzi at Ray.
“You and the mounty have been in my way for too long,” he said. “This is my revenge.”
“That’s stupid,” Ray said hotly and the guy nodded. Before he knew what hit him, a heavy gun smacked him in the back of his head. Seeing stars, Ray fell to his knees.
“You got a big mouth, Vecchio,” Crenshaw said, laughing at him. “You might as well use it on Fraser and maybe I’ll let you go.”
“This is crazy!” Ray started to say, but the guy behind him hit him again. Everything was starting to go gray around him.
“Crazy, maybe, Crenshaw said. “But I’ll be taping the whole thing, Vecchio. I’ve hated you for years. Maybe when I have the tape you and the Mounty will know better than to mess with me. Its your only hope that you’ll live thru this, Vecchio. But there’s just one thing. You can’t tell the mounty I’m making you do this or I’ll kill him. Understand me?”
“You piece of –“
A big fist closed on his spiky hair and pulled him up so hard tears sprang into his eyes.
“Take him away.”
Big hands grabbed him under his arms and dragged him down a hall, then tossed him into a small room. Ray rolled across the dirty floor and lay there, panting. Instantly Fraser’s muscular arms were encircling the blonde, stroking his face and pushing an errant lock of hair out of his eyes. Ray blinked and looked up at Fraser, and deep grays locked onto bright blues.
“Ray,” Fraser said, a look of worry and concern in his features. “Are you all right? Did they hurt you?”
“Just a little,” Ray admitted, wincing. Fraser helped him up to sit on the small cot, and ran inquisitive hands over his friend, to make sure Ray was still in one piece.
“What did they want?” Fraser asked.
“They wanted to…they wanted me to.” He stopped, looking at Fraser, who continued his careful ministrations. Maybe, Ray thought, maybe I can do this…
True Sacrifice, Chapter 3
By shessia n.
To everyone whose read this so far, thank u!!!!!! I heart you guys.
If u haven’t read the other parts, okay, so this is like my first story tho I sort of took the idea from another story I read, and it probably sucks, but don’t hate it to much, ok? And if u do hate it, u can keep that to yourself or I wont write any more. I don't use a beta.
Oh, yeah,
I LUV FRASER n RAYYYYY!!!!!
Chapter 3
“What do you mean I have to have sex with Fraser?” Ray said, pissed off. The first mob guy, Crenshaw, snickered and so did his men. He ponted his uzi at Ray.
“You and the mounty have been in my way for too long,” he said. “This is my revenge.”
“That’s stupid,” Ray said hotly and the guy nodded. Before he knew what hit him, a heavy gun smacked him in the back of his head. Seeing stars, Ray fell to his knees.
“You got a big mouth, Vecchio,” Crenshaw said, laughing at him. “You might as well use it on Fraser and maybe I’ll let you go.”
“This is crazy!” Ray started to say, but the guy behind him hit him again. Everything was starting to go gray around him.
“Crazy, maybe, Crenshaw said. “But I’ll be taping the whole thing, Vecchio. I’ve hated you for years. Maybe when I have the tape you and the Mounty will know better than to mess with me. Its your only hope that you’ll live thru this, Vecchio. But there’s just one thing. You can’t tell the mounty I’m making you do this or I’ll kill him. Understand me?”
“You piece of –“
A big fist closed on his spiky hair and pulled him up so hard tears sprang into his eyes.
“Take him away.”
Big hands grabbed him under his arms and dragged him down a hall, then tossed him into a small room. Ray rolled across the dirty floor and lay there, panting. Instantly Fraser’s muscular arms were encircling the blonde, stroking his face and pushing an errant lock of hair out of his eyes. Ray blinked and looked up at Fraser, and deep grays locked onto bright blues.
“Ray,” Fraser said, a look of worry and concern in his features. “Are you all right? Did they hurt you?”
“Just a little,” Ray admitted, wincing. Fraser helped him up to sit on the small cot, and ran inquisitive hands over his friend, to make sure Ray was still in one piece.
“What did they want?” Fraser asked.
“They wanted to…they wanted me to.” He stopped, looking at Fraser, who continued his careful ministrations. Maybe, Ray thought, maybe I can do this…
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Date: 2003-07-30 09:21 pm (UTC)(heh)
-Cessie!
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Date: 2003-07-30 09:52 pm (UTC)::On way to hell, not passing GO, not collecting...::