It seemed to be a typical Tuesday morning; the air was crisp; the sun bright; and not a single could was visible in the gentle blue sky
However, it was not an average day - for something had gone amiss. Actually, something had been wrong for almost three months ... It was obvious to every one of the prison guards and inmates and everyone was worried; a certain few more than others. One, to be exact and that was Jason.
The purple-haired adult stared out of an open window in which warm sunlight poured through, bathing him in a soft gold. He felt his heart lurch as he heard his fellow guards murmuring quietly to one-another. They were talking about Xavier talking about the one he loved the most. Oh yes; they were worried about the silver-haired beauty when he never returned from his one-week vacation. And they still were but they simply couldn't pass up a chance at gossip.
The first week the male never returned was filled with commotion, everyone was talking; fret apparent on everyone's faces. Even the prisoners were worried that the kind-hearted prison-guard wouldn't be returning. A missing-person had been reported to the police (not that they weren't police themselves, but
.) After the first month had passes, the commotion died down immensely. It was as if Xavier had never happened; as if he was a mere apparition flitting aimlessly about in the mist
As if he was never even born. By the third month, he was hardly even thought about
But Jason; Jason never stopped thinking about him not even once.
To say he was worried would be an understatement. In fact, he hadn't stopped dreading, hadn't stopped worrying that something was seriously wrong. It made his stomach churn.
The first day Xavier hadn't shown up for work, he had stopped by his home, only to find the door unlocked. Fear swept over him then, and he burst into the other's home, calling his name. He wasn't greeted by his silver-haired lover, but rather by his Alaskan Malamute; Charlie. It was then that he knew he would probably never see him again. Xavier would never going away for a long period of time without taking his beautiful canine with him. Something was horribly, horribly wrong
And after that day he had promised himself; vowed that he wouldn't stop searching for his lost love. Oh yes, there were missing person posters up; his name "Xavier Peterson" printed in big black letters all over the city. It was as if they were screaming at him; mocking him; telling him he wasn't good enough
As if saying "you'll never find him you worthless fuck!"
If only he knew how false that statement really was. Because the truth of the matter was; he would see him sooner than he had anticipated, and it would all be thanks to a certain man. A man who had been standing across the street, gazing directly at the Prison - more specifically; gazing directly into the window Jason was standing in front of. The man with the cynical jade eyes and dubious grin. Jason looked out the window when he had the sudden feeling that he was being watched. He was greeted by nothing but sunshine and the fluttering of birds. Not a person was visible outside when he looked. So he merely shrugged and walked away.
Work progressed as it usually did. However, it was boring without Xavier there to fill the emptiness that griped at him. Surprisingly none of the inmates caused trouble that day; so there were no punishments that had to be taken care of. Everyone worked silently and diligently that day. It was clear that something was amiss because of that but Jason just brushed it off. Perhaps the seriousness of a missing person finally hit them all
That thought made his heart lurch slightly, and he groaned softly.
As the day came to an end and the Day Shift was replaced by the Night Shift. It was time to return home. As Jason drove back to his quaint home, who was vaguely aware of a black Volvo one that had been following him since he left the Prison. He had never seen that specific car before, it looked new, and he didn't know anyone who drove a Volvo. He never has, and probably never will. However, he just brushed the thought of the car and it's driver away and concentrated on driving. It wouldn't do any good to get in an accident, now would it?
As he pulled into his driveway, he cast a glance in his rearview mirror. What he saw shocked him. The black Volvo came to a stop directly in front of his house. This piqued the male's interest, and he got out of his car warily. He heard his dog barking from within his lavish home, accompanied by the howling of Xavier's dog Charlie. He had taken the Malamute back to his home the day he found her alone. He was afraid he would starve if no one was around to care for him. As he closed his car door, he looked back at the Volvo, to see that a window had been rolled down as if inviting him over.
He gulped slightly, his senses going off, warning him of the approaching danger. The purple-haired man felt around on his utility belt and found his gun. He made sure to take the safety off and cock it before he approaching the vehicle. Taking slow, careful steps, he approached the car, peering inside the window. He raised a brow in puzzlement when he saw no one inhabited it. He pursed his lips in frustration, standing up straight. However, he was still on high alert after all, it was impossible for a car to drive itself, right? That meant something was horribly wrong
His instincts were proven correct as he turned, and a man was suddenly in front of him, a sadistic grin on his face. All Jason had time to do was give a startled shout before he was hit in the head with something heavy. He was knocked out cold. All thanks to the man with the cynical jade eyes.