Thread: The King Is Looking. (Updated v2.0)

Re The King Is Looking. Sample Section ????The J o l l y Rancher King ???? Mother Don't Cry. I'll Be A Good Boy. Remember. I'm Always There For You. He could remember the day he told her that, it had been so many years ago. His small promise to his mother to stay untainted by the darkness around him that pulled at his strings relentlessly. It was over only a few months after that solemn promise that he had been introduced on his own accord to the most destructive things he had. His mind, body and desires. They seized him like a fish out of water gasping for air, pulling him along in a twisted way to give him his fix without taking him back to where he came from. Admittedly, it was wonderful. Not being the 'perfect' boy that his mother had wanted all these years- and she still believed that he was a good boy too. Even after the tattoo that brought her into tears for months on end. Now she seemed fine with it, hugging him longingly before letting him slip off into the chaos that was his life. He could remember every instant where he had made his mother cry. Even the day he had betrayed her fully, right before her and yet she still loved him. That was how a mother was- he supposed, loving her for not stopping himg and hating her for her tears. With that he would visit his sister, talking over most of his own pain to hear her side of it. She was wise beyond her years, even with the destroyed marriage that they had been born from, she was able to understand him. Even with the separation, she retained her opinion on him- looking out for him at a lower scale then he did her. He wouldn't leave her alone and if she had not been his sister he imagined he would have possibly married her- or at least had his way with her. James had decided long ago that he wouldn't mess with Emilia like he did with every other girl. She was different then the women that came to him in droves hoping to sedate his hunger. Shifting from his position, his eyes rested on the black painted walls of his room. He hadn't moved much today, preferring to simply take a nap from night to noon. Eyes barely rolling in his head as the sun from his open window baked his room hot and dry. No, it took more to wake him when he didn't want to get up. Hell's fires wouldn't even budge him. He was sure of it, arms nestled under his head, eyes partially open as he surveyed his own room. It was much more dreary then most children his age, a few pictures of bloody crime scenes plaster on the walls, some police tape running around the top as if this place was a crime scene itself. A suitcase could be seen in the corner holding an assortment of ghastly looking items in it, some blood stained, others where completely clean and free of ware. Showing what he liked to use exactly. Some baseball bats- whether broken or not sat around the room as well. This just seemed like the beginning to what he held in his room, fingers pulling the cover straight over his form. With red and black skull boxers and nothing else on, he had been slumbering the full day away simply waiting for the night time to arrive. One couldn't really blame him, he saw school as a complete waste and that sort of personality drove him into skipping it on days he simply didn't want to move. He continued with this mood before spotting the red neon lights that hung nearby from his clock, seeing them through the thin black sheet that he pulled over his form. It was time. He could feel it. Wrestling the sheets off his form he slipped to the floor, slicking back his hair with his hands before moving to his dresser. Changing from his simple attire he sported a set of black boots, long gothic like pants, and a long black jacket. The one he wore every time with the small nick-nack dangling from his neck. He even slept with the necklace, not letting it leave his sight- digits playfully handling the silver that it grasped. Within seconds he was out the door, ready for another high that only he could experience in his deranged state. It was time for those sugar coated delights that he indulged upon and offered to so many. They loved it, being fed by him in so many ways that would make hair curl and lips twist. He was a master at what he did in Candyland and he wouldn't give it up to any other man. Of course there where others there, but they hadn't taken his interest quite yet, his quirks a bit hard to hit on the mark. Indeed he was a twisted one. Storming down the stairs he came face to face with his mother. The black haired American smiled weakly up at her taller son before wrapping her arms briefly around him. I Love You escaped her lips in a soft whisper, face sinking into his chest for the moment. Then she pulled back, looking up at him. He had pained her so, making her want to weep time and time again- yet she refused, wanting to show some amount of approval and love for her only son. She had tried to give children with her new spouse, but it seemed that they only failed having stillborn after stillborn. It frightened her and made her cling tighter to her son, not wanting to loose him either. James looked down at her, seeing the sorrow that she tired to hide. Sighing he gave her a kiss to the cheek before removing himself fully from her. I'll be back later mother he stayed, never telling her where he was going. It wasn't her business to know, he thought. Besides she could always call him on his cell phone if she wanted then again he never answered it. Having more then just a few missed calls all the time, he preferred texting and had taken the biggest plan they had. That was how he ticked. Making his exit, he slipped outside, grabbing the nearest vehicle he could. In this case- his motorcycle, which he had been 'given' from someone in the underground so graciously. Licking his lips furiously- he kicked the engine on and rode off, no helmet. It wasn't like he was so reckless as to get himself killed on this thing. He was just a bit too hot headed to believe he needed one, weaving in and out of the rush hour traffic to make his way to Candyland. What a wondrous place it was. Where he could do as he pleased, especially in the back where he had been given at least a room to lounge in. The Kings and Queens deserved time off when they wanted it, but this area seemed to rarely be used- hence why he was always in it, having his way with someone. Ah how lovely it was! The rush he felt each time he was able to let it flow. Lips locked in a furious pursuit to satisfy his own urges. Pulling the vehicle forward, he raced further quickly appearing at where he craved to be. Parking the ride in a hidden area, he buckled it down to whatever he could find before pocketing the keys and making for the bomb shelter before him. They knew him here, they knew his appetite and they knew his anger at this point. A few people being tossed out on their rears from his rage. Most horrifying- some people would say, if they saw how the candy and his anger mixed into a monstrous outcome. Moving straight up to the door, the light blared against his eyes. Squinting in a rather irritable way, he heard Butch from the other side of the door ask like he always did. What's the pass, my lover? the male purred, having been in bed with the king of Jolly Ranchers more then once. Promoting that he was indeed a rather lucky man to get second tastes of this king. It was any easy thing for James, besides the other begged him periodically when he was bored to tears. How could he refuse a man who seemed as hungry as he at times? With the words passing through his mind, he grinned- looking up at the small slot of metal that exposed the eyes of the other. Only few really taste these sweets he purred right back at the other, swearing that he heard the guard inside almost faint at how James spoke this time. He was generally angry about something and spoke in a sour tone, but this time it was so sweet that he could hear the other's pants get tighter. Figures. He thought watching the door swing open and the other quickly get a hold of him. It was fine, he was used to this as he came in, Butch on his arm like some sort of date. The door was locked within seconds as the guard, stared straight at James. James gave a dark wink, Find me a little later if you want some.. he grinned, walking off with the famished guard in his wake. The next person to that door was liable to get eaten for all he knew. He loved torturing the poor guard and anyone else who he could get in his grasp. Slipping towards the assortments of candy he pocketed a large amount of Jolly Ranchers, grinning from ear to ear as he took one and started to delight in it. Tongue wrapping around the morsel before he moved into a nearby plush chair. He wasn't going to start out this night with a dance, just a few candies and see where it went from there. Butch eyed Claudia the Queen of M M's from afar, it had been a while since she had appeared in the joint. Grinning he swayed his way to James, draping a hand over the other's shoulder as he leaned in. You see her? he said, speaking in his ear with soft tones as if he was trying to seduce the King of Jolly Ranchers. The Queen on the dance floor with the royal barrings... he spoke with a slight mock- as much as he liked her, he didn't. But it was his job to be bouncer not throw his opinions around. James quirked any eyebrow, getting the other's hint as he slowly rose. A dark growl erupted from his throat, he was hungry as per usual. Butch grinned watching as the King of Jolly Ranchers went into revolving hips on the dance floor. Body quickly being attacked by possibly hunger ridden women and men, who took their pelvis to his in a provoking way. Making him return the favor tenfold. Just letting it revolve- body and all .