Thread: Blast From The Past (ChurchxMoon)

Evan had not grown up rich, not in the least. oh he'd never been poor, he always had enough to eat, and they'd been able to afford internet and a microwave and everything they'd needed for school, but clothing had been sparse and toys had been sparser. over the years Evan had gotten more and more furious with life. he had no freinds, most of his family hated him and he had finally had the last straw when a boy he'd been sure he was in love with, had broken things off and left without word or warning... wasn't that hard when you where dating online really. after than Van had left home, and started a name for himself... it wasn't a good name. in England, Gangs where common, very common, and yet Van had stood out and terrorized most of London. he'd started at fifteen, and now, by the age of eighteen, he was one of the most wanted men in Britain. though, 'man' was a little off. his gang had never killed anyone, yet. but they tormented people, raped women and men alike, lit buildings on fire, and did everything imaginable to make life hell. unfortunately, while Van was coasting the good life. selling drugs and alcohol alike, whoring out women and raking in protection money... he'd fucked up. most of the time, he and his Boys wore masks to keep their identities a secrete. unfortunately, the last bastard he'd raped had been a cop. off duty, but still a cop, and the bastard had Van tagged. now, all of Europe knew his name and his face and they where gunning for him. he'd fled home, even knowing it was a long shot. his mother had never loved him. he'd been an 'accident'. an 'unfortunate burden'. had been since the day he was born. they had never wanted a second child, so the chance to have him out of their lives forever was eagerly taken. so he'd gone to his sister, who had understood him, loved him, and protected him even when he didn't deserve it. she had sent him overseas using a fake name, Terrance, to a freind of hers living in the states. no one expected him to skip continent, so it was a good plan... until Van actually took a look at the picture of the man who was taking him in. Van couldn't beleive that this was happening. he was going to go live with Max. the bastard who had ruined his only chance at happiness. the man he had loved, poured his heart and soul out to... well... he'd just have to show Max, exactly what he'd become. he headed out into the terminal, well aware that Max would recognize him instantly. it wasn't the Black hair streaked with red, green and blue. it wasn't the 5'10 heights or the pale skin and face or the handsome appearance. it wasn't his English accent, and it wasn't his clothes, which where rather tame for him to say the least. no, it was his eyes. he was a hetachrome. a person who had two different colored eyes. the left was a shimmering sapphire blue. the right, was a sparkling emerald green. no, there was no mistaking him for someone else, he was who he was, and he was going to make Max pay for the years of pain he had suffered. So. he stated, staring at the other. it's you is it? he demanded, looking Max over. you still dress like a bastard. he stated with a small sneer. get me out of this Bloody place before i flip. can't stand crowds. he complained. actually, he loved crowds, made pickpocketing so easy, he'd already helped himself to three wallets and a watch. they still hadn't noticed. what did my sister Tell you anyway? she give any details on why i needed to get out, or did she leave it to me to explain the fun little story? he demanded. wondering if Alex had told Max anything of importance. he couldn't exactly do anything to Max in the crowded place. plus the indifference would throw Max off, make him confused, and easier to torment later.