Any errors let me know and I'll try and fix them. ~~~~~~~ “How about a slave?” called Jay from the other room. Dyran cringed at that word then closing his eyes he sighed. He now thought that his life was to be that of a slave, never to fully enjoy his childhood, while it lasted. His mother dying when he was 9 months old, nearly 13 years ago; and never knowing his father. But then he thought Xavier was the only person who had ever come close to being a father to him. Now that Xavier was gone, whom did he have left? Who else could he depend on to look after him, to save him when he needed it most? His thoughts were interrupted when Jack jerked him up by the rope that bound his hands. Dyran tried to pull himself away, only Jack was stronger, and pulling Dyran back towards him he spun him around and pulled his arms up behind his head. “Come on, Kid,” said Jack pushing him towards the front door. Dyran planted his feet firmly. “You can’t make me,” he stated. “You wanna bet?” Jack asked, slightly smirking at Dyran. Dyran turned slightly, seeing the smirk. Jack then released his grip on the rope, and grabbed Dyran’s throat. Dyran’s hands gripped Jack’s wrists tightly as Jack picked him off the floor a foot, meeting him at eye level. “Don’t mess with me, Kid.” Jack walked forward calling to his companions, “Let’s go.” Dyran kicked slightly as Jack carried him. Reaching the back of the van, Jay opened the door, Jack throwing Dyran in, then climbing in after him. Dyran’s head came in contact with the side of the van, his eyes blurring; darkness taking him. Dyran’s head throbbed as he opened his eyes slowly; blinking his eyes slowly he lifted his head. His eyes adjusted slowly to the room. “Ohh, I’ve got to be dreaming,” he said as the image of bars focused in his mind. “If you’re dreaming,” a female voice said above him, “then I’m in a nightmare.” Dyran looked up, seeing a girl looking down over the top bunk at him. “Where am I?” he asked as he sat up. “At the residence of Mr. Jack.” She smiled at him, reaching down to shake his hand, her light brown hair falling around her face. “I’m Marianna.” “Dyran,” he replied shaking her hand. Releasing her hand he rubbed the side of his head. “Oh man.” Glancing at his hand, no blood visible, he looked back up at her. “Let me guess, you’re a slave too?” “And you are too, now,” she replied pulling herself back up on her bunk. “Annamari,” yelled Jack. “Marianna,” she yelled back. The lowering her voice she said, “Slave Master, they never can remember your name.” She hopped off the top bunk; she was skinny, wearing a skimpy outfit. Half her stomach and chest showed and her shorts reached mid-thigh. “I don’t care, get in here,” Jack yelled back. “Coming.” She turned to Dyran, who was still staring at her. “It’s nice meeting you, Dyran.” She turned to the cell door, walked to it as it opened, and made her way down the hallways to Jack. Thinking quickly Dyran jumped up from the bed and ran to the closing cell door; skidding to a halt as the door slammed shut. He placed his hands on the bars and sighed. “I’m so screwed,” he mumbled as he set his forehead onto the bars. “Xavier,” Bryan yelled as he opened the front door to Xavier’s house, gun drawn. “Xavier, where are you?” He glanced at the few things that had been thrown about. Walking into the living room, he noticed the over turned chair and made his way up the stairs yelling, “Xavier?” Slowly making his way down the hall towards Dyran’s room he yelled, “Dyran?…Xavier?” Pushing the door open and seeing that Dyran was gone, he walked back down the hall to Xavier’s room. Slightly opening the door he asked, “Xavier?” Walking slowly towards Xavier’s bed, he lowered his gun. “Xavier!” He holstered the gun, leaning at his friends’ side. “Hang on buddy,” he said, noticing the bullet wound near his shoulder. Dyran sat next to the cell door; slight foots step coming his way. The cell door creaked open as a hand reached down and grabbed his hair, jerking him up. “Up, Boy,” snarled Jay. “Jack wants to see you.” He jerked Dyran out of the cell door. His hair nearly ripping out, Dyran swore under his breath. “Watch your mouth, Boy.” Dyran sucked in another breath as Jay jerked his head to one side, leading him down a hallway. Xavier sat up sharply in the hospital bed yelling, “Dyran.” He looked at his friend as Bryan placed a hand on his shoulder. “Where’s Dyran?” “I’m not sure,” said Bryan lowering his head as he removed his hand. “You have to find him, Bryan,” replied Xavier. “I will,” said Bryan as he stood and walked towards the door. “Bryan. You have to find my Son,” replied Xavier, looking desperate. ~~~~~~ Authors Note: If you don't seem to understand something, then tell me. I wonder what happens next?!?! And thanks to Armand, CWolf, Lilbit, Jenner, Jess, Sabe, Trisha, and Chris for reading my story and helping me continue to write more. If I forgot to mention your name, I'm sorry. Read and Review = more of the story but no pushing me. ~~~~~~~~~ No more Story Sorry to inform everyone, but I think I'm gonna stop my story for awhile, seeing as I'm failing English, since I can't write *complete and utter sarcasim*. No actually I didn't turn my research paper in on time, but what can you expect I was sick for 3 days and I missed my rough draft conference. So it's not my fault. Oh well, it doesn't matter, cause now I get to be with that bitch next year. *sarcasim, major* YAY *end sarcasim* *rolls eyes* I really hate my damn teachers sometimes. Especially her cause she always goes on and on about God, but I'm sorry, I don't believe in God, so I don't know why the fuck she's talking about him. We're not even suppose to talk about him in school, he was baned, remember? *enraged* oh I just want to strangle her, she really pisses me off. Sorry to rant about my stupid teacher, but my story is gonna be haulted for awhile, so in the mean time, check out draqulynlee, my other diary. I will be updating it. I'll probably post chapter 6 when school is finally out. But I'll try and post it sooner if I have the time. ~~~With something to dwell on I depart: *blank stare* ........ *looks around* It feels great when you're the idiot, doesn't it? Kali the pissedoff-depressed girl