Burning Hatred chapter 2

Alright, yeah Roger that. Yes im at the airport sir, Jack sighed yes im outside of my apartment for the FIFTH FUCKTING TIME no one is looking at me suspiciously". It was 7:30 am, which was way too early for Jack normally he woke up by 11 or 12 am. Jack stood in front of his shitty apartment. Of course, he would've preferred something more luxurious but he didn't wanna stick out, plus for his safety, he had to buy the whole damn thing. Not many people were out except some oddballs who were forced to walk their dogs, get to work extra early or struggle to continue sleeping. The sun shined on his face, almost blinding him the sun was just rising, he pulled on his bat-shaped glasses. Today was a special day, to say the least. Some rich asshole was paying them big bucks if they were to kill ceo dude, shouldn't be too difficult this wasn't their first time shooting off some wealthy pig. The only slight though was that it was in New York. Thankfully it was only a few hours away. At the moment he was waiting outside in the apartment for his special limo, tapping his foot while sipping on coffee blacker than the void and bitter enough to kill a person's taste buds. Jack looked like shit and he knew that damn well, he practically rolled outta bed that morning and pulled on a suit top with black skull pajama pants. Sure it got him some weird looks from that judgy overly American Karen but he could send someone to kill her easily. Finally, the damn thing arrived. He hoped into the limo,
"oh yes, by the way, sir, someone else will be joining you on today's mission, to ensure that the operation goes smoothly. O-oh course you c-can do it easily w-without help"
the driver stuttered after he caught Jack unintentionally glaring at him. The limo was squeaky clean after it was Jack's own, the corner even had a mini fridge filled with Diet Coke. Jack avoided alcohol like the plague so his next best option was caffeine. His sleep habits were questionable, to say the least. Although recently he had been sleeping better after one of his teammates Shimeji caught him trying to knock a guy out with a plastic water bottle instead of a glass beer bottle as they rehearsed. So we meet again jackass. Jack started shinji posing, and let out a loud groan. Crimson let out a grating chuckle and his shit-eating grin. Calm down sugar tits, I didn't know either that they drove around raggedy-ass homeless men for charity either. Don't make me kill you instead, you bastard. Jack pulled out a knife and held it close to his neck, o-okay chill-out, im just fucking with you, his eyes widened and his mouth curled into an odd slight smile with one eye raised. Where are you staring doll like what you see?" W-WHAT!? You notice you were half unintentionally staring at his crotch, Fuck you were trying to check his pocket to see if he was armed. O-OH F-FUCK.." it was an accident.. yeah sure feel free to sneak a pic whenever. Jack drew a drop of blood from his neck and licked the cut. Crimson let out a whimper as chills went down his spine. Crimson's face grew bright pink. They both shuffled away from each other awkwardly and stared out the window. After a while, they finally reach their destination. Jack stares at the buildings, the sky is a cotton candy pink the type you only see in movies and hear about in romantic novels. Large billboards were flashed everywhere, ads and shops, and the hustle and bustle of the city felt oddly welcoming. Ever since Jack was a little kid he always wanted to visit NY and become a fashion designer. Oh, how things have changed. Jack was starry-eyed as he goggled at the city. Crimson smiled, seeing the child-like wonder that was sparked in him. This was the first time in months he truly seemed alive and had a soul. Suddenly Crission holds onto his stomach, he forgot how he easily got car sick. Crimson hustles to a corner and vomits there. Isn't this place beautiful, Jack smiled from ear to ear. Crimson tried to give a snarky comment or at least a thumbs up but all that came out was a throaty fuck.. His head was spinning his whole body ached. Im going to the fucking hotel, bye whore Crimson said poorly waddling away. Stop im coming with you idiot, r-really? crimsion responded? yeah sadly really Jack rolled his eyes. Crimson reached out for his hand, for a second their fingers touched and he was about to hold his hand back. Before abruptly stopping. No, he couldn't, he was a total trainwreck, he "loved" him in the past but every time he had to help him get to bed, bandage up his cuts, or check him into a mental hospital for the 5th time. He always did so with loving intentions, but in the end, it hurt him beyond reason. Every time it felt like a vine emerged and wrapped itself around his heart twisting and pulsating around him. Until he finally pushed it off. Jack tucked him into bed, he was already okay but there was something comforting about caring for a person. When he had fallen asleep, Jack pulled up Crimson's sleeve and saw row upon rows of scars. Although they had been together so long, he could tell the difference between self-sustained and accidental injuries. Jack gently kissed his scars, all the time Crimson wore long sleeves or if he wore short-sleeved he would wear a sweater or jacket over it. He was so insecure of his scars.
A hero's meant to be proud of his wins not scars, Crimson told Jack as he bandaged up his cuts.
It's okay love, I love you, and that includes all your "flaws". Your so full of shit", plus I think they look hot on you".
"jackass"
but im your jackass.
Jack's eyes begin to tear up, Jack runs out of the room and pulls on his coat, unintionally he grabs crimson's, which smells of pine, colone, and booze. Jack rushes over to the local bar. The bartender is cleaning glasses, and some dude in the open mic is singing a romantic Frank Sinatra love song. Everyone huddled together, cooing at each other enchanted by the song. 5 shots please, Jack says sighing. "rough day", you can say that. As he is nursing his drink, someone slams the doors open, and everyone stops and stares at the intruder. Crimson walks in awkwardly covering his arms clearly embarrassed, this was the first time in decades he had gone showing his arms publicly.
What the fuck are you doing here dumbass!?
what I can't be by myself why is it always your shit?
You know how hard it is for me to be here.
Really how, you never tell me you just continue drinking Jack say wobbly slurred. YOU NEVER TELL ME SHIT!!
Crimson pulls out a heart-shaped locket tucked in his scarf. He grips it desperately.
Please just sober up, then- I'll tell you. Bartender uhm can I have a water and gin?
Y-your tryna get me cleany squaky but you drinky?! f-fuck face. Jack holds up a shot cup to his face, fuwak you, man!!
just water Crimson groaned.
Jack eventually sobers up. so are you going to tell me or what?
fine, I know we've broken up for many reasons he pauses suchas my alcohol issue.
issues?! you were addicted do you realize how scary that was for me, his voice cracks.
Jack twirls around his shot glass, avoiding eye contact.
I know... but you don't know how hard that was for me either.
Crimson opens up his heart locket, inside was a photo of his daughter. My daughter was 23 when she died of alcohol poisoning. I knew she wasn't doing well but I never thought it would get this outta control. After that happened i didn't know what to do, im a lonely man at least before I met you he chuckled softly. Alcohol was the only way i knew to cope. Alcohol killed my daughter outside and killed me on the inside and I don't want that poison leaking to you and having alcohol kill you inside out. You don't know how hard it is for me to be surrounded by the same fucking thing that has killed so many good things in my life. Y-you think it ruined me? No, but I don't want to lose you too... Jack sighed let just go "Put that guy to sleep" before it its too late.