The Bodyguard - Chapter 6

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Title: THE BODYGUARD
Chapter: 6
Rating: Nc-17
POV: Blade (Zac)
Authors Notes: Hello guys thank you very much for your nice feedback last time,
hope you enjoy Chapter 6 of The Bodyguard & leave Love <3
warning for this chapter: drug use

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Blade:


Sick and tired, I turned around, winded up and threw my phone out of the window.
A chinking sound of the dirty glass was followed by the cracked broken glass bits which splintered outbound down on the street.

Enough of this fucking bullshit for today! What the fuck had I done that fate couldn't stop bothering me?

Annoyed, I sat down on the edge of the bathtub for a few minutes contemplating about my situation, not bothering about the time. At this moment, I didn't feel shame or fear, but just kind of blah, like when you're sitting there and all the water's run out of the bathtub.

I knew it was pointless to ignore Santiago, but any torture for Skye couldn't be wrong.

Yeah, that’s right. I thought to myself with a mischievous grin. Santiago could do whatever he wanted with that little prick.

I pulled a small case with my snuff utensils out of my inner jacket pocket. One of my brothel cardboard flyers was good enough as a bottom support on my lap which I could strew the white powder. Impatiently, I formed a fine line with a razor blade.

The urge had overtaken me; I couldn't wait anymore to finally find some relaxation, so I pulled the straw out of my snuff kit and sniffed the powdery shit into my nose.

Sure, taking a hit would provide a quicker effect, but this will have to do for now. I just needed to wait until the edge was gone, until the sharp edges became jagged and I could feel my body getting lighter and relaxing. My mouth felt dry and my body temperature increased but my bodily needs were completely forgotten with the slowly upcoming relaxation in me.

Silently, I sat there with closed eyes and let the dark paradise welcome me like an old, known enemy...

Any anger and tension I had melted away. They were gradually replaced by an intense feeling of special pleasure. I could feel how my senses enhanced, even my connection with my spirit felt sharper, and no distortion. The events from the past few days suddenly seemed to pass by like matters of no importance. The weight of my situation seemed to be not important anymore.

I stood up in front of the sink, leaned my hands on the edges of the basin and watched myself in the dingy mirror. I could hardly bear my look today. In just one look of my facial features, I could already see the marks caused by horrible scars of memories. The marks my past had left on me. But I wouldn't let those memories affect me. Many years had passed since I was called Zac for the last time. But that boy didn't exist anymore. His soul already died years ago. My new life was better now.

Slowly, I put my sunglasses on to cover my dilated pupils, I knew Santiago wouldn't be delighted to see me high at this early time of day but what the fuck ever.

After packing up my things, I left the bathroom and walked towards the long hallway. The dim light fell on the framed painted pictures of my sluts and the red lights district which were hanging on both sides of the wall. I had painted them in the course of time; drawing had always been a hobby for me and was one of my last creative features which I hadn't abandoned yet. I was naturally drawn to creative and solitary careers. Art was one of my only salvations from the horror of existence.

When I reached the reception area to pick up Bandito, my blonde receptionist bitch walked towards me followed by a middle aged man.

"Sir, a new customer is looking for you," she said in her 'pretending to be nice' assumed voice.

"Not today, my work is done." The last thing I needed right now was another megahorny perverted customer.

"But Sir, this man is requesting for something special..." she said adamantly. Obviously she wasn't able to deal with him by herself, or she was just too bird-brained, probably both of those.

"Well, then I will give him something special!"

I walked towards the surprised looking man, grabbed his collar and shoved him roughly out of the door before he had a chance to react and complain.

“That’s how we treat special customers.” I said emotionless and gave him a hard push.

"Don't forget to come and see us again Sir," my stupid bitch cat called in his direction.

"This was the last time I'd be willing to spend money in this low class limit brothel!" He yelled angrily, before bending down to pick up his hat which fell to the ground, he brushed it off fussily as if the pavement was infected by a contagious disease.

"Fine. Piss off you fucking Loser! The only thing that goes erect when I'm near you is my middle finger."

I exclaimed grinning and gave him the finger. Not wasting more time with the pervert, I turned my attention to my Rottweiler who was excitedly waiting in the corner for me.

"Come on buddy, hurry! We have to go." I commanded impatiently.

"Warf." He jumped over to me as if he hadn't seen me for years.

"Good... good night Sir." My receptionist sounded clearly intimidated but still spoke in the same assuming voice like before. The smell of her hairspray and cheap perfume smelled more intensively to me than usual when I'm on drugs and it made me sick. I finally needed to get out of there. I didn't give her one more look.

"Yeah. Fuck you too barbie." I slammed the door behind me while I stepped outside with Bandito.

Santiago was probably already highly pissed that I still had not appeared. I hoped that Skye was already lying somewhere injured in the gutter. I smirked to myself before I put the ear buds of my Ipod in and started down the road in the direction of Santiago's bar.


                               It's been eight bitter years since I've been seeing your face.
                                                                    (Ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba)
                                             And you're walking away, and I will die in this place.

Damn fucking Gerard Way’s voice seemed to be mocking me. Although in another note, I might agree with him. My life was a fucking mess but I was used to dealing with it. The more it got messed up, the more I felt that I had deserved it. So instead of getting pissed by the song, I just hummed the lyrics as I walked to Santiago's bar, letting myself drift in the stimulating effect of cocaine in my system.

When Bandito and I arrived at the saloon, I began to feel guilty. Unfortunately, the brief walk and inhaling the familiar exhaust gas pollution of this dirty skid row quarter had already lessened the effect a little.

“Finally he’s here!” Santiago exclaimed as soon as he had set his eyes on me.

"Nathaniel, one soda for my friend Blade here," he quickly shouted towards the kitchen before I could order something else.

He looked exasperated and irritated as he talked to Skye who was sitting opposite him, head bent down.



I walked over to them, after looking at Santiago pitifully; he must have suffered a lot listening to someone like Skye. Now, I understand why my friend sounded almost desperate when he called me. Santiago wasn’t usually a talkative person that was one of his habits that I liked about him, only when he needed to and I could only imagine the flow of their conversation while they were waiting for me. My best friend hadn't deserved to get pestered as well by some pompous high society homos; it was highly time to put an end to that.

With built up anger, I grabbed Skye's collar and pulled him from his chair, full of resolution to stave his head. Like I had assumed, he didn't shut his damn cocksucking gob and now it was about time to silence him.

"Oh my god, no..." A panicky, girly cry came out of Skye's mouth that was clearly useless if there was no dick in it.

"Hey, hey calm down, Blade," Santiago shouted and pulled at my arm to stop me. I hadn't reckoned with his reaction, but I couldn't see another way to give Skye the lesson he had deserved.

"Why? I'm just helping you to get rid of this fucking snip, Santa!"

At that moment I saw Skye's tear streaked face. What the fuck was going on here? A pity ploy wouldn't work with me. I spurned any discussion with this stuck-up prig, there's no sense in another conversation with him.

"Sit down Hanson, Syke has some serious news," he commanded, still pulling at my arm but this time with more strength which increased my anger and confusion all the more. Santiago must have been in a bad mood when he used my family name. Skye needed a bitter lesson of experience!

"Oh yeah?! And he is going to experience some more now!" I loudly announced my plan and reinforced my grip a little more with each word I spoke. For the third time that annoying fagott crossed my way and messed with my life which were already three times too much!

"Blade, please let me explain," The limp wristed, lily-livered snivelying crybaby sobbed in a whiny voice of which I would be mischievous if I wasn't so pissed off at him.

"YOU are not my fucking problem!" I angrily spat all the venom I felt for him into his flawless model milkface. He winced and tried to jump back in a pathetic effort to free himself.

"Blade, I said stop that shit now!"

"Shut up Santa! I want to enjoy this." I shrugged Santiago's hand roughly off me and pushed Skye deeper into his seat with such untamed aggression and brutality that the corner bench threatened to fall down with him.

"Ow! That hurts!" The pathetic pushover whined for mercy in my strong grip.

"Oh yeah? It's supposed to hurt! It's called pain and gain, pussy!"

"Blade, I won't repeat myself again, LET HIM THE FUCK GO!" Santiago threatened again with emphasis in his tone that I knew all too well from him.

The world just had no win for me.

"Fine. He isn't worth it anyway." With the utmost reluctance I eventually let go of the pathetic pushover in my grasp.

Skye looked shit scared and frightened, hopefully he would learn from that experience.

Disparagingly, I shoved the pathetic pussy wussy to the side and sat down in my place. Impatient and pissed off I clasped my hands on top of the table and avoided looking at the milk face, coz he might start talking, or whimper, or cry again, whichever of the three.

Feeling unsatisfied about the still outstanding plan, I stared at Santiago, trying to forget that there was another person beside me.

"Skye came here an hour ago and told me what happened."

"I knew that the fucking prick wouldn't shut his fucking mouth." I snarled in an extremely pissed off tone, shooting Skye a glance full of despise and daggers to which he responded with an apologizing look.

My kingdom for a butcher knife...

"Shut the fuck up Blade and let me finish this! Your brother's wife was murdered today. He and Skye heard the news shortly after you left."

I set my soda can down on the table which Nathaniel brought me shortly before. I couldn't be bothered to talk about my fucking brother again. To meet that chatter box Skye again was more than enough imposition.

"You mean he isn't gay?" I asked with pretended surprise in my tone. I knew my pretense failed miserably, but I didn't give a flying fuck.

"That's not what I said. What the fuck? Did you even listen to me?!?"

Santiago's eyes narrowed to small slits and milkface Skye just stared at me in disbelief behind his ridiculous lace handkerchief with pink roses at the seam.

"Of course I did. What can I say? That's none of my fucking business." I replied uninterested. I didn't want him to know that I was still on drugs but it was hard to take anyone seriously in my current condition. On a serious note, I couldn't care less about my brother's sexuality.

"Blade, I'm sorry that you're angry about me and that your brother declined you. But he changed his mind; he really wants you to come back. He needs you Blade. You're his only family now."

"Fuck your opinion! I don't have a family anymore and I won't go back." I exclaimed indifferently before taking another sip of my drink.

May as well move to Alaska and live alone with a pack of huskies instead of living in the shadow of such a conceited hyprocite around me. That'd still be a better choice.

"Blade, please. How can you live with it if something happens to your brother?" Skye continued arguing, trying his best to sound as sympatethic possible. As if that helped him to change my opinion. I scoffed about his naivety.

"Well, welcome to real life." I stated unimpressed. Taylor could live the fact that something worse might happen to me for the last nine fucking years, so why shouldn't I?!

"I'm serious. Your brother needs you more than..." he tried to beg me again.

"You are just wasting your time milksop. I just told you a decision, not a stuff to discuss."

"Blade, please... have a heart." He was almost crying now, the pinkish blush on his pronouced cheekbones seemed to announce new hysterics.

Why was there no remote control to turn off such annoying people?

They should build skyrockets and shoot that kind of race on another planet and if they have they're happy, they'll get rid of their pathetic weepiness after a few devil worship incantantions.

"Shut the fuck up sissy wimp or I'm going to slap the fuck out of you. The decision is final and this was my last warning." I barked, losing my patience. Saving his girly faggot butt once was more than he could ask for, I wasn't responsible for his defenseless sissy ass nor for the fucking glamour princess he worked for.

Just as I began to ponder about how to convince Santiago to get rid off that pain in the ass, he finally cut us out.

“Skye, can you give us a minute?”



He had heard that my decision was final. I knew he would surely talk this out on me. But I wouldn’t let him. Even if the whole world is flooded with piss water and Taylor sits on the last dry tree, I would not go back to him and be his bodyguard.

Skye gave in to his request reluctantly. Santiago sounded very certain, though. Maybe Skye parried because of that. I actually wanted to congratulate Santiago for getting rid of him the moment he stood up, if I wasn’t distracted by the urgent way Santiago stared at me.

I smirked and drummed satisfiedly with my fingers on the table.

We both quietly watched Skye leave the room. Me, smiling that he left and Santiago, well, I didn’t want to think about it.

When Skye's boney ass was finally out of my sight, I looked back at Santiago and raised my soda can to clink it with him. But instead of a party with me, he placed his hand on my shoulders and gripped it lightly.

“Blade, do you consider me as a real friend?”

“Shit! Are we going to talk about how much we love each other right now? I'm not ready, man, can we skip that part?” I retorted sarcastically, leaning back against the back of my chair.



Instead of retorting back any intelligent reply, Santiago leaned his elbows on the table nearing his face to mine.

“Blade, I know why you’re doing this to yourself, I fucking knew it from day one and don’t you dare deny it. If you consider me as a real friend and…” he added louder after seeing that I was about to interrupt him again. Maybe I should just bark at him until he finally relented.

“If you really want to make it up to me, then you’ll follow my advice NOW.”

I immediately sank into my seat. I clutched my teeth not because of anger, but because of guilt. I was wrong. I thought cocaine could numb the hell out of me. But it didn’t. In just one line, Santiago already caught me. I immediately knew that he must be really serious when he tried to catch my attention that way. It was the very first time he mentioned that there was something that I needed to do for him.

He knew that I’ve been trying to do something for him ever since. Santiago knew me better than anyone. He was one of the reasons why I stick around and stayed here in the city instead of going back to my hometown. Besides the fact that nobody was waiting for me in our old house. I knew I had to give something back to him. I’ve always been waiting for an opportunity to make up.

I didn’t need to give him any answer for him to realize that he finally got my full attention. So I just waited for him to finally tell me what I could do to help him in any way.

Sure, I always hoped to give something back to Santiago after everything he did for me, but asking me to leave the way of life I preferred wasn’t right. If he really knew the reason why I left the army more than a year ago, then he knew that I couldn’t just simply go back. One year was not enough suffering for me. The punishment will never be enough to make up.

"Blade, I want you to take this job. Damn, you should thank god that you still have a family soldier, I'd jump for joy if I could... if I still had one."

Our conversation was calm now. Without Skye, there was no reason anymore to feel furious and I knew it was hopeless to contradict Santiago. He was right. The damn old man was always right and I fucking hate him for that!

"You are my only family." I said after a while of silence.

"It's nice that you say that Blade, but like what I said earlier, I don't want you to miss this chance. If you really want to pay me, then now’s your chance. I want you to do this job, and I expect that you won’t reject it.”

Santiago knew I couldn’t say no to that. He fucking planned this. On top of that he had pulled out his fucking In comparison to me 'You still have your family' triumph card. He must have given a lot of thoughts on how he would convince me, and he won.

It didn't need to be said out loud. I took his words without any objections because I knew what I owed him.

"Now be a good bodyguard, go with Skye and protect your brother! The next time I see you, you better not appear to be on drugs! Don't think I didn't notice it.” He smirked at me, reached his arm out, removed my sunglasses and put them into my breast pocket.

“Skye, you can come back now."

"Oh hell..." I sighed and slapped my forehead with my palm again. I just wasn’t going to win.

Actually, I expected Skye squealing and jumping like a school girl again, but instead, he came back and immediately wrapped his arms around me once I stood up. Just like my girly faggot brother, he too had a tall slender body, a cherubic face and crystal blue eyes, a smooth milky skin and pouting rosy lips.

"Thank you so much Blade, you won't regret it. I promise. Your brother will appreciate your presence." He gayly crooned. I would have been better entertained if I shoot myself. Shit, that queer was the most annoying bastard on the planet.

"Yeah, what the fuck ever." I groaned and grimaced disgusted at the dangler around my waist. Was that really necessary on top of that?

Maybe instead of brutally murdering Skye, I might hit him a couple of times with a steel baseball bat...

Everybody needs some satisfaction from time to time...

I pushed Skye away from me, uncaring that he nearly lost his balance on his shiny, spick and span shoes.

"Don't ever do that again or I will break every single bone of your scrawny body. Got it?" I threatened, pointing my finger at him menacingly.

Skye looked at me wide-eyed and swallowed taken aback. "T...Trust me, I won't." He stuttered flustered. In the corner of my eye I saw him smoothing down his hair and clothes as I turned around to Santiago. I had a negative sense of foreboding and that sissy queer was the beginning of it. One of us had to visit the dead house soon so that there could be global balance again.

"Can I leave Bandito here 'til tomorrow? I can't make another car ride with him." I said to the old man. I didn't know if I would be back before Santiago's bar closed in the early morning hours.

"Sure, no problem." He agreed and patted Bandito's head.

"But don't feed him with that damn Mexican grub. Otherwise you will have to deal with his sensitive stomach." I informed him and nodded to my dog whom wiggled his stumpy tail and looked up to me as if he would laugh about me.

"What the fuck are you still doing here? Beat it! NOW!" Santiago barked and motioned us to go. I obviously wasn't the only one who had experienced enough chit chat for one day.

"Can we go now Blade?" Skye tantalizingly batted his eyelashes at me in a gay manner and I forced myself not to regurgitate all over myself.

Damn me. Damn me to an eternity in hell!

"Yes, but we will take my car this time." I insisted. Rumbling obscenities at me, we headed out of the bar as a wicked thought crossed my mind.

Would this bubbly milk boy be able to bear a high speed drive? That might be interesting...

I smirked mischievously to myself after shooting Skye an evil glance.

The jury is still out...

"I hope you are happy now." I spat in Santiago's direction before I walked out of the door and gave him a last look of reproach.

He just answered me by raising his glass towards me with a fat victory smile sitting on his face. "Hasta luego."

Fucking jerk.

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