[ACE] Devil's duty

[aerin 'ace' colt endsley]

Ace found it hard to believe that after fifteen years of constant abuse, that someone actually cared enough to take care of him. He doubted the guy would do much more than go back home and never think twice about him. Adults always told kids things they thought would get them through the night. But Ace didn't trust anyone, and he didn't trust what came out of their mouth, either.

He started his way back to the place he was staying since no place at all was home. But he was met at the door by his foster father, screaming at him that he was a filthy whore and he deserved to be punished. "Ow.." He cried as he was yanked inside by his collar and thrown to the coffee table, hitting his chin. After hours of abuse, he was left to get an hour or so of sleep before the birds were chirping.

[derek chandler ralston]

Derek, still mentally calling himself insane, and knowing Satan would punish him for leaving early, was walking to the federal building by sunrise, yawning dleepily and covering his mouth to hide his fangs. He wandered in and sat down after giving his name. He usually never did, meaning he had a clean file.

When they pulled the profile put of the boy, he perked. "Yeah him..he was pretty beaten up last night."

[aerin 'ace' colt endsley]

Ace started crying as he was woken after barely two hours of sleep, looking up into the unfamiliar face of a police officer. He was stiff and couldn't move, and was helped up and into an ambulance, where they did a regulation rape kit, one thing he was sick and tired of doing. He slept on the way to the building, curled up in the back of the cop car. "No.." He whines as they tried to get him out of the car. He heard someone saying something about having a new home for him, but he was too tired to care. He followed them sleepily where they got him a bunk. He laid down, pulling the pillow close to him. But it wasn't long before he was sound asleep, holding tightly to his pillow.

[derek chandler ralston]

Derek sat down and began filling papers out quietly. When he heard that the boy, Aerin, was in the building, he got up and wandered to the bunks. A hand brushed hesitantly through the boy's hair, his eyebrows furrowing. He didn't understand why he wanted to help. But he knew the kid was in no shape to ride so far on the back of a motorcycle, and called to rent a small truck, working through most the day on the papers for foster and possible adoption if nothing went wrong. Then he left to pick up the truck and fill out the papers for that, loading the bike on with ease before wandering inside.
He leaned against the wall, hands tucked in his pockets, and waited with a straight face for them to get the boy up.

[aerin 'ace' colt endsley]

"Ow.." Ace complained as a little girl came tugging on his arm. He sat up, patting her head gently. She wandered off to probably go bother someone else, and he got up, walking to the desk. "Where am I staying tonight?" He asked, and she handed him a paper. He read over it, wondering why he'd be being transferred to Vegas before it clicked. She told him to go outside, and he walked out slowly, rubbing the forming bruise along his jaw. "You're not like everyone else, are you?" He mumbled. He would have been grateful, had he not expected to be raped as soon as he was alone with the guy. He was honestly just terrified of being left somewhere between here and Vegas.

[derek chandler ralston]

"No. I'm not." A coy smile passed his lips, revealing his teeth. He waited for them to sign him over, and gently helped him into the truck, offering him a blanket. "I figured it's better than riding to Vegas on the back of a motorcycle. You're pretty roughed up." He studied him for a moment, then pulled out. "And for the record, I lied about having a house. But that can be arranged later."
Tongue ran over sharp teeth, Satan screaming in his head that he'd better not leave.
He pulled onto the highway, turning the radio up only slightly. He wasn't one to talk much, or keep good conversation. So he just...drove. Not sure what he was doing.

[aerin 'ace' colt endsley]

"You only caught me on a good day.." He said quietly, pulling the blanket up around him. He laid his head against the door, curled up in the seat. He winced as the guy reached over to turn up the radio, expecting him to slip his hand up under his blanket. "Why would you go through so much trouble to transfer a kid like, to another state when you don't even have a house? There's nothing special about me.." He mumbled, sitting up a little more. He couldn't help not trusting him. He was just going to hurt him, right?

[derek chandler ralston]

"That's the problem," He murmured without much emotion. "You're a teen boy. You deserve special, not abuse. Losing your teen years? It isn't fun." He looked at him briefly, his eyebrows furrowing, then returned his attention to the road, yawning sleepily. Teeth flashed in the morning light and he fell quiet again, stopping to order coffee.

[aerin 'ace' colt endsley]

He would have argued with him that he had never had a childhood, either; that he'd been doing this for fifteen years of his sixteen. But he didn't feel like explaining himself to someone he didn't expect to see for more than a few days before he would belong to the state of Nevada.

[derek chandler ralston]

Derek pulled up to the coffee shop in the drive thru line, tapping his fingers on the wheel for a moment. "A frappe mocha," He breathed, never speaking directly enough for her to see his teeth. He glanced at the boy for a moment. "You want anything? Pick whatever."

[aerin 'ace' colt endsley]

Ace shook his head, pulling the blanket over his head. "Bottled water.." He mumbled. He never seemed to get enough sleep, and coffee probably wouldn't help that. He yawned, rubbing at an eye before he turned over in the seat. He pulled his knees up closer, tucking his arm under his head.

[derek chandler ralston]

Derek nodded, asking for a water, and paid. He didn't bother the boy again, setting it in the cup holder and sipping at his drink as he pulled out. It had been awhile since he'd driven a car, but they made good time for the most part, and he pulled up to a hotel and checked out a two bed room, figuring Aerin would be more comfortable. Gently, he woke him and offered him a hand out. "We'll sleep here so we can leave early in the morning," He mumbled sleepily.

[aerin 'ace' colt endsley]

Ace looked up sleepily, but he didn't take his hand. He didn't want to be hurt again. He climbed carefully from the truck, rubbing at his face. "I just want a shower.." He mumbled, stumbling a bit before he finally caught his balance. He wondered for a moment if this is how his father wanted him to live, if this was what he had in mind. 'I'm sorry..' He thought brokenly, kneeling down to tie his shoe with shaking hands.

[derek chandler ralston]

"Alright, you can take one when we get inside," He murmured softly, grabbing his bag of clothes and locking up the car. He led him to their room, offering him a shirt and shorts to use as pajamas, and handed him a towel. Slinking to one of the beds, he sat down and opened a beer, looking thoughtfully out the window as he drank it.

[aerin 'ace' colt endsley]

Ace followed him inside, keeping a bit of distance between the two of them. He looked around the hotel, but it was nothing special. His mom used to make him sleep in the closets. He hesitantly took the clothes, raising an eyebrow in question before he walked to the bathroom. He spent half of his shower sitting down just letting the water wash over him, and the other half trying to stay awake so he could bathe. Water and sleep was all he ever survived on.

He climbed out, half expecting the guy to be sitting there waiting on him. He dried off, and pulled on the clothes, walking out and running his hands through his hair. "Where do you want me to sleep?" He asked quietly.