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wl_fanfictionDon’t Stand So Close to Me
For: Sungreen70
Rated: R for language and violence
Pairing: Chip/ Jeff ish
Summary: The party goes boom and it’s every man for himself… sorta… hehehe
Disclaimer: I own nuthin’ except for Max. Totally made her up meself
Chapter 9
From the middle of the audience a voice bellowed, “Fuckin’ faggots!” The guards, in full force and alert for any trouble, immediately focused on finding the source of the disturbance.
As two converged on the section of the audience they thought the heckling had come from, someone shouted, “Who you calling faggot, mutha fucka?” Several of the boys stood up, surrounding the pair that seemed to be at the center of the problem. A short shoving match began.
“I guess I’m calling you a faggot, bitch, if you can’t see- ” The speaker received a well-placed right hook to the side of his head and went down in a heap. Like a match to a powder keg, that was all it took.
The fight was on.
As the guards in that section closed in on the fight, another broke out right behind them, engulfing them in the pile of bodies and swinging fists. Shots were fired, and the non-combatants stampeded to the nearest exits, generally getting in the way of anyone trying to stop the melee.
Greg stared open-mouthed at the scene in the audience for a moment, then turned to the others on the stage and shouted, “Let’s get the fuck outta here!”
Another shot rang out and Drew and Brad headed for the side door, hitting it at the same time. A loud scream made them turn. They saw Wayne being engulfed by a mass of frenzied fists and angry snarls. A shared glance and they knew they couldn’t leave him. With a growl and a curse they launched themselves into the masses, throwing bodies to and fro as their combined bulk plowed a beeline straight to Wayne.
Semi-conscious and bleeding, Wayne still clung to his sidearm as Brad tossed him over his shoulder and Drew cleared the path to the hallway. Pelting full tilt down the hall they headed for Wayne’s office, slamming the door and turning the lock behind them. Dropping Wayne gently on the floor, they slumped down the walls, panting and both silently grateful they’d made it out of there alive.
Chip stood open-mouthed as the riot grew and swept toward the stage. The stage lights illuminating the first few rows, Chip saw Wayne go down in a pile of bodies, and Drew and Brad going back for him. Jeff tackled him to the floor of the stage as a shoe flew over them. “Come on!” he shouted in his ear, grabbing his collar and dragging him off the stage. Standing once they were in the wings, Jeff gestured up. “Let’s go.” Climbing up the stairs, through the catwalks, they made it to the rat’s nest and climbed in, locking the small door behind them. Four feet wide and five feet across, the ledge afforded them a horrible view of the carnage below as they looked past the huge speakers
“We should be safe up here if we’re quiet,” Jeff breathed in Chip’s ear, “and even if someone comes up after us, there’s only one way in.” Chip nodded and turned his attention to the scene unfolding below. A distant siren began to wail, announcing to the world that the rest of the Institute was finally aware that something had gone terribly wrong.
“Jeff, what’s happening?” Chip’s voice sounded very small. Jeff brought him back from the edge of the rat’s nest and into his arms.
“I’ve heard of it happening before. Never here, but…” He shrugged and wrapped his arms around Chip, pulling his head onto his chest. “It’s okay, we should be safe here.” Wrapping his arms around the younger boy, he crooned nonsensically into his ear, holding him close while Chip trembled. “It’s okay, I’ll protect you…”
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Greg hesitated only a moment before he turned to the two left on the stage with him. “Let’s get the fuck outta here!” A shot rang out, and Greg spun and fell to the floor, his glasses flying off his face. Colin and Ryan hit the stage floor at the same time, Colin screaming as he saw Greg go down. Crawling toward him, Colin almost made it to his prostrate friend when the fighting finally made it to the stage and he found himself under a horde of flying fists and feet.
“Colin!” Ryan bellowed.
Anyone watching would have seen something akin to a charging bull, a force of nature that would make any sane man piss his pants in sheer horror. Unfortunately for the people in Ryan’s path, they were too busy to see pain heading their way. Ryan dove headfirst into the pile of bodies, flinging men and boys aside like playthings in his panicked quest for Colin. He found him, slightly winded with a split lip at the bottom of the pile blinking at Ryan like he’d grown a second head. “Col?” Ryan bellowed to be heard above the din.
“We gotta get Greg!” Colin shouted back, shaking his head slightly to rid the buzzing. Ryan simply nodded, dragging Colin along, straight-arming people as he went to the last place they had seen Greg. They found him on his back clutching his head where a small but steady line of blood trickled down the side of his scalp.
“Greg!” Colin cried, scooping the injured man up as Ryan sent a leaping attacker over their heads using the guy’s own momentum into a handy nearby wall.
“My glasses, I can’t see without them,” Greg whimpered. Colin nodded, holding out the glasses in question.
“How’d you get those?” Ryan shouted incredulously.
“Would you believe me if I said I don’t really know?” he hollered back, a small grin.
“No!” Ryan grinned back, teeth bared.
“Can we go now?!” Greg shouted.
“Sure!” Ryan made to leave but a fabulous right hook caught him square on the jaw.
“Ryan!” Colin roared, throwing his fist into the punk who’d taken Ryan down. The punk blinked, looking very confused before he collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut.
Greg looked impressed as he hooked Ryan’s arm over his shoulders. “Damn Col!”
“Shut up,” Colin growled, hooking Ryan’s other arm. “Let’s get the fuck out of here.”
“Where to, fearless leader?”
“My classroom. The bathroom…”
“Lead on Kemo Sabe!” Greg threw a tight left hook that caught a kid on the ear, making him stagger out of the way enough for them to barrel through, staggering under Ryan’s awkward height and weight.
All those lessons with Brady had just been paid for.
For: Sungreen70
Rated: R for language and violence
Pairing: Chip/ Jeff ish
Summary: The party goes boom and it’s every man for himself… sorta… hehehe
Disclaimer: I own nuthin’ except for Max. Totally made her up meself
Chapter 9
From the middle of the audience a voice bellowed, “Fuckin’ faggots!” The guards, in full force and alert for any trouble, immediately focused on finding the source of the disturbance.
As two converged on the section of the audience they thought the heckling had come from, someone shouted, “Who you calling faggot, mutha fucka?” Several of the boys stood up, surrounding the pair that seemed to be at the center of the problem. A short shoving match began.
“I guess I’m calling you a faggot, bitch, if you can’t see- ” The speaker received a well-placed right hook to the side of his head and went down in a heap. Like a match to a powder keg, that was all it took.
The fight was on.
As the guards in that section closed in on the fight, another broke out right behind them, engulfing them in the pile of bodies and swinging fists. Shots were fired, and the non-combatants stampeded to the nearest exits, generally getting in the way of anyone trying to stop the melee.
Greg stared open-mouthed at the scene in the audience for a moment, then turned to the others on the stage and shouted, “Let’s get the fuck outta here!”
Another shot rang out and Drew and Brad headed for the side door, hitting it at the same time. A loud scream made them turn. They saw Wayne being engulfed by a mass of frenzied fists and angry snarls. A shared glance and they knew they couldn’t leave him. With a growl and a curse they launched themselves into the masses, throwing bodies to and fro as their combined bulk plowed a beeline straight to Wayne.
Semi-conscious and bleeding, Wayne still clung to his sidearm as Brad tossed him over his shoulder and Drew cleared the path to the hallway. Pelting full tilt down the hall they headed for Wayne’s office, slamming the door and turning the lock behind them. Dropping Wayne gently on the floor, they slumped down the walls, panting and both silently grateful they’d made it out of there alive.
Chip stood open-mouthed as the riot grew and swept toward the stage. The stage lights illuminating the first few rows, Chip saw Wayne go down in a pile of bodies, and Drew and Brad going back for him. Jeff tackled him to the floor of the stage as a shoe flew over them. “Come on!” he shouted in his ear, grabbing his collar and dragging him off the stage. Standing once they were in the wings, Jeff gestured up. “Let’s go.” Climbing up the stairs, through the catwalks, they made it to the rat’s nest and climbed in, locking the small door behind them. Four feet wide and five feet across, the ledge afforded them a horrible view of the carnage below as they looked past the huge speakers
“We should be safe up here if we’re quiet,” Jeff breathed in Chip’s ear, “and even if someone comes up after us, there’s only one way in.” Chip nodded and turned his attention to the scene unfolding below. A distant siren began to wail, announcing to the world that the rest of the Institute was finally aware that something had gone terribly wrong.
“Jeff, what’s happening?” Chip’s voice sounded very small. Jeff brought him back from the edge of the rat’s nest and into his arms.
“I’ve heard of it happening before. Never here, but…” He shrugged and wrapped his arms around Chip, pulling his head onto his chest. “It’s okay, we should be safe here.” Wrapping his arms around the younger boy, he crooned nonsensically into his ear, holding him close while Chip trembled. “It’s okay, I’ll protect you…”
----
Greg hesitated only a moment before he turned to the two left on the stage with him. “Let’s get the fuck outta here!” A shot rang out, and Greg spun and fell to the floor, his glasses flying off his face. Colin and Ryan hit the stage floor at the same time, Colin screaming as he saw Greg go down. Crawling toward him, Colin almost made it to his prostrate friend when the fighting finally made it to the stage and he found himself under a horde of flying fists and feet.
“Colin!” Ryan bellowed.
Anyone watching would have seen something akin to a charging bull, a force of nature that would make any sane man piss his pants in sheer horror. Unfortunately for the people in Ryan’s path, they were too busy to see pain heading their way. Ryan dove headfirst into the pile of bodies, flinging men and boys aside like playthings in his panicked quest for Colin. He found him, slightly winded with a split lip at the bottom of the pile blinking at Ryan like he’d grown a second head. “Col?” Ryan bellowed to be heard above the din.
“We gotta get Greg!” Colin shouted back, shaking his head slightly to rid the buzzing. Ryan simply nodded, dragging Colin along, straight-arming people as he went to the last place they had seen Greg. They found him on his back clutching his head where a small but steady line of blood trickled down the side of his scalp.
“Greg!” Colin cried, scooping the injured man up as Ryan sent a leaping attacker over their heads using the guy’s own momentum into a handy nearby wall.
“My glasses, I can’t see without them,” Greg whimpered. Colin nodded, holding out the glasses in question.
“How’d you get those?” Ryan shouted incredulously.
“Would you believe me if I said I don’t really know?” he hollered back, a small grin.
“No!” Ryan grinned back, teeth bared.
“Can we go now?!” Greg shouted.
“Sure!” Ryan made to leave but a fabulous right hook caught him square on the jaw.
“Ryan!” Colin roared, throwing his fist into the punk who’d taken Ryan down. The punk blinked, looking very confused before he collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut.
Greg looked impressed as he hooked Ryan’s arm over his shoulders. “Damn Col!”
“Shut up,” Colin growled, hooking Ryan’s other arm. “Let’s get the fuck out of here.”
“Where to, fearless leader?”
“My classroom. The bathroom…”
“Lead on Kemo Sabe!” Greg threw a tight left hook that caught a kid on the ear, making him stagger out of the way enough for them to barrel through, staggering under Ryan’s awkward height and weight.
All those lessons with Brady had just been paid for.
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