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NOS482

CHAPTER 2

lost life

the night slowly rose as Nos pulled himself out of his tomb, his heart hurt as it always did when he dreamt of her, Carrie, his Carrie from his youth, blood tears ran down his cheek as he brushed them away with a crimson handkerchief,

flashback 2 years after Thomas had joined the gang

Tom's mother didnt care for Carrie, she found it odd that a girl so pretty hung so much with a bunch of guys, the only girls that she knew of that hung around guys that much at her son's age ended up like her.., her son was too good to end up with a girl like that, but she didnt even dare bring it up as it always brought on an argument, Thomas had changed, he was more Rebelious, more hostile, she didnt like the influence his new friends had on him, but most of all the girl,

it had been a few months since Carrie and Tom officially had started seeing each other at first Chainsaw had frowned on it fearing it would disrupt the gang, but eventually he came to see that if anything it made the two better, Drake had started filling out over the years, now about the only one still more muscular and taller than Drake was Chainsaw himself, and Drake was rapidly approaching growing Taller than him, no easy feet as Chainsaw stood a good 6'5, at 6'3 Drake had changed alot over the last two years, the others even hockeyman listening to Drake almost the same as chainsaw, Rapidly Replacing Hockeyman his oldest friend as his right hand man, partly because even though they all were friends, just about everyone acknolledged that the brain of the gang was Drake, he had a rare and dangerous combination in the wrong hands, brains and muscle, in someways Chainsaw was jealous of Drake, he was good friend's with hockeyman, had Witch, hell even Cracker treated him like the son he never had, mostly cause he was so close to Witch the Daughter he never had, partly cause his clear head, had saved all of them more than once, even though he was stronger, taller, he just felt he didnt compare to his friend, the guy was a better leader, seemed everything Drake dibbled his hands in came out better than Chainsaw could dream of himself anymore, but the others' still looked to him as the leader, always had,.. and hopefully he thought always would..

there was a secret only Drake knew of his dear friend and dear love, something unnatural, she was more than just a common street tough, she was part sorceress, not very good as she rarely had enough privacy to practice, and she knew the others wouldnt understand, it wasnt easy being a real freak, even among the Freaks. hell it had taken almost two years, for drake to prove himself of learning her secret.

Tom held Carrie close, just staring at the stars, just enjoying a private moment off the clock "I love you Carrie" "i love you too Tom," snuggling against her neck he was enjoying a night were he could just be himself, not Drake the thug, Drake the brain, not Drake period, sometimes the strain was too much everyone looking to him to help, everyone expecting him to fill in when a situation was out of Chainsaw's skills, sometimes he just wanted to forget about the others and just be with Carrie but even as he was a thief, a thug, he was to responsible to shrug off his responsibilities to make himself happy.. plus the fact other than being a thief and a thug seemed at the time to be his only skills..the others were like family to him almost as close as his mother and grandmother.. only one giving the two a run for their money being Carrie,

Cracker was in his private office in the warehouse, counting out the take from the latest protection money he was atleast partially honest as a crook, he never short changed his crew to pad his own pocket, breaking it out evenly between the freaks each of the crew got a k, he knew they were smart enough to not waste it on stuff, or be too flashy he had taught each of them well, they were the closest Jack Saltine had to family, he had even formally Adopted Carrie he was extremely protective of the girl, he always made sure if he was gonna send her out with the others it would be a situation that couldnt blow up into violence, never any of the protection runs, and after the incident two years ago rarely did he send her on merchandise runs without making sure that the other's were with her cracking his knuckles he was scared for the girl, but even though he did he felt some how that if anyone cared for her more, Tom Did, he knew Tina hated the girl, hell the only time Tina had threw the money back into his face had been when she had found out Carrie was his adopted daughter. shaking his head sometimes he whondered if he should just play tough and just look for a reason to throw the two out of the gang, sure it would be cruel, but he knew if anyone could make it in this world on his own Tom and Carrie could, but he doubted he could do that, even if it was better for the two of them,

Tom was sitting in his lair, it had been a long time since he had thought of himself as Tom, or even his long time street name, instead of Nos482, the cold metallic hand brushed one of the only pictures he still possessed, himself with his arm around a hapilly pregnant Carrie, a sweet bitter emotion always hit him as he looked at the picture, but he was unable to seperate with it.. his mind running back as he sat depressed in one of the arm chairs in his den, laying back his mind slowly ran back to the night things changed..

flashback about six months after the last one,

"Ok Drake this guy seems to not be willing to pay his protection bill, i want you and Hockeyman to convince him that it would be in his best Interest to pay" Crackers handed him the address, smiling he added "dont worry Tom, you know i'll Watch her till you get back, after all not everyday an old street tough becomes a grandfather. even though i feel much to young for the position" Climbing into Hockeyman's beat up old pickup tom leaned over and said "Lance i got something i wanna ask you" Hockeyman knew this must of been serious as Drake his old friend Rarely ever used his real name turning to him "what you wanna ask?" "look i havent even Told Cracker this, but after this job im out, i'll have enough money saved up for a nice house in the good side of the city, and i dont want my kid growing up like we did man, i was whondering if you'd be my best man when i ask Carrie when we get back?" "oh my god man, you serious? I'd be honored," the rest of the Drive was awfully quiet as the two friends thought how this situation would change things, both happy about what this would mean, but hockeyman thought how much this was gonna suck, Drake was one of his best friends, almost like a brother, he was so focussed on his thoughts he almost passed by the address, an antique shop.. "ok this should be simple man, you just stand in the door way and make sure the guy doesnt get out and i'll persuade him" grabbing his favorite weapon a hockeystick that he had blunted by duct taping thick metal Files to the end he handed Drake a baseball bat, "lets Get this done so we can go celebrate man"

bursting through the door Drake stood at the doorway as Hockeyman walked up to the counter "we've come to insist on a little back pay on your security bill mister" the oldman looked at hockeyman acting like he didnt know what he was talking about, "either buy something or leave kid", his thick accented voice didnt mask the threat in the old mans voice

losing his relatively short Temper Hockeyman swung his hockeystick right at the mans head "you asked for this old man!" Terror filling his eyes as the old man caught the blunt object with one hand with no more strain than holding a kitten, his eyes turning red as he turned the hockeystick making Hockeyman scream in pain has his arm was ripped out of the socket unwilling to let go of his weapon, Drake Ran forward with his bat over his shoulder before stopping in his tracks as hockeyman's head was ripped off the shoulders as easily as popping a zit.. turning to run back toward the door Drake felt a hard shove in the back dropping his weapon he turns to fight, pulling his left arm back he looks shocked as the man catches the flying fist and flips drake onto his chest, a scream of pain was the last thing Drake remembered before he blacked out as the man pressed one foot on his back and yanked the offending arm high ripping the arm from the socket..

waking in a basement his throat parched, as if he hadnt drank anything in days feeling terribly dehydrated he was shocked when he looked to his left arm and found nothing but a bandaged stub, where was he? pulling himself up he whondered how long he had been in this place?

the old man walked down the stairs an evil sneer on his face "ah your awake, thats good, i thought this would be too much of a nasty surprise to wake up to.. using super human speed the old man Grabbed him by the back of the head prying his mouth open "Drink!" forcing him to drink his blood Tom gagged for the few first drops swallowing the blood thinking "oh my god what is this nutjob making me do!" Groaning as the last drops passed his throat falling to his knees as the pain hit him, it was like all the muscles in his abdoman were cramping at once, falling to his hands his breathing slowed, becoming raspier trying to crawl away as he blacked out into death

what felt like moments later his eyes fluttered open confused as the dark basement seemed to be clearer, the mildewy smell an assault to his nose, his throat terribly parched as if someone had shoved handfuls of salt down it pulling himself up he groaned. the old man stepped through "ah your awake again, good good, you must be strong to rise from death so soon, most fledglings take a few nights to rise, now you will help me"

"Why would i want to help you after what you did!?" "because Tom, you have no choice," to prove his words the old man told him "jump" and his body involuntarily obeyed having him jump to the ceiling of the basement."punch yourself" his right hand struck him on the chin "now you see you have to do what i say, now i want you to steal a few items for me, while i run the shop" shoving a list into toms hand "Go" running forward out of the basement Tom jumped into hockeymans old truck and Drove off,

Grunting and Groaning tom proved to have difficulties hauling the items into the back room without his other arm but he found himself much stronger setting the boxes down the old man laughed manaically "Good Good, now you've proved your worth you may feed if you want," tossing a old whino unconcious Tom launched sucking on the blood the thirst disappeared, falling to the ground he looked frightened "what did i just do!" "dont worry it will become easier over time Tom,

end flashback

the old man lied, it never got easier, Nos thought to himself, just something i had to do to live yes i feed on blood, but its not easier i still am shocked and repulsed when the feeding is over, i still feel shame about having to kill others to live,

Flashback

it was four months after Tom had fell into slavery to the old man, calling himself Vlad,

vlad had been cruel master, forcing him to do his dirty work until one night he had been ordered to steal from a local robotics company calling itself cytech industries later that night when they were prying open the crates so they could be sold individually on the black market Tom found they were cybernetic Replacement limbs.. he looked lustfully at them and begged Vlad to allow him to have one, Reluctantly the old man agreed, it would be easier if his slave had two hands, and probably would allow him to do his work quicker, arranging for a discreet surgeon in the field, Vlad payed handsomely, though the surgeon thought it odd that his client had made the appointment well after nightfall, he kept his mouth shut, it wasnt his first client who liked to be discreet, though it certainly was one of the better paying clients, using a gas to put Tom asleep he ran a cerebral interface into Tom's brain, and ran the floss thin wire down to the nub cutting it off he attached a port to the shoulderblade allowing the arm to almost seemlessly attach to the shoulder, and woke tom when the gas wore off, teaching him how to work his new prosthetic appendage, having him move his fingers to make sure the wiring had worked right, tom looked pleased as the arm seemed to work fine, very fine, better than his orginal arm infact

returning to the antique shop Tom slid into his crypt without a word, he had a plan to earn his freedom, and first thing tommorrow he would bring it into action..

end flashback

"the cybernetic arm, oh how many advancements and upgrades ive had to perform in order to get it as it is today, but it was enough that first night, it was enough for a long time in my after life,

Flashback the night afterwards

rising from his crypt early Tom walked over to his master's in his cybernetic arm he held a sharpened stake of wood slamming it deep into the old man's chest as he slept knowing it wouldnt be enough to kill the old man he grabbed the growling and screaming master and tossed him out into the alleyway behind himslamming hard with the cybernetic arm until the old man was pinned to the grass, Tom thought the first thing of earning his freedom was to return to the others,

as he was pulling up in the old warehouse, Cracker, seemed surprised to see him "Weres hockeyman?" the look on Drakes face told the man what the answer was gripping Drake, he guided him in "we thought you were dead, we all did" tom answers "well you were almost right Jack," not wishing to tell the tale Tom made up a story explaining the situation without having to tell them the horrible incidents, leaving just enough of the truth that he wouldnt be racked with guilt, telling how the old man had torn his arm off trying to keep hockeyman from being killed when it all went down, how he had failed, and had been recovering from the terrible wound unable to get ahold of anyone.. "well im sorry to tell you Tom, but Carrie left.. she was the last of us still believing you were alive, she believed it right up to the point of the kid being born, but i've not heard from her since she called almost a month ago to tell me i was a grandfather, said something about how the old gang held too many painful memmories," Tom took it hard, he didnt blame her, after all even if it was the case were Tom had been dead he wouldnt of wanted her mourning him forever, and Four months was a long time.. but it still was a painful blow, the love of his life gone, not even telling her adopted father were she was.., Cracker broke in his train of thought by saying "by the way i know it's probably not the best time to tell you this but it was a boy, dont worry Tom if i hear from her i'll tell you were she is," nodding Tom got up to leave, "Thanks Cracker, how's chainsaw and zombie?" "Chainsaw took it hard, he got busted for going nuts when he got drunk and someone had said they hated hockey, being too drunk to think straight he also slugged a cop, and zombie,.. he isnt doing good either.. seems some Fuck did a job over on him when he mouthed off like he always does, he's been in intensive for the last week and a half.., still havent found the Fucker, or i'd of returned the favor with a bit of interest," Tom fell back into the chair.. it was as if the world he lived in had just blown up, chainsaw serving the next ten for good behavior, and Zombie lord knew how long it would be until his cocky friend would Recover if at all, and the hardest blow of all was that noone seemed to know were Carrie had ran off to.. with his child..

returning home his mother and grandmother were shocked at seeing him asking him a thousand questions of what had happened, where had he been, and what had happened to his arm, telling another story he told his mother and grandmother that he and Lance had gone out on a guy trip, and had been attacked and mugged while on said trip, telling them of how lance died, and how his arm had been ripped from the shoulder, telling how they couldnt get ahold of anyone as his id was taken and he had been unconcious for almost a week.. noone spoke after he told the storie, his grandmother helping him to the couch and he told how he was going to leave the city, not feeling safe anymore.. leaving soon afterwards with his possessions from his room he settled into his crypt, it seemed almost everything important to him was gone as the tears hit his face

the next night he brought his makers illegal business out of the ashes, wanting to make some money up so that he could put the city behind him.. hiring his own men, he had them to the tasks he needed done and made the business arrangements on the black market. he would make the deals, get the information he needed were he could find places in the city that carried the materials and have his more trusted minions to transport the cargo to his partners, having the mind gift was a real plus, as he was able to forge within weeks a valid feeling of trust in his underlings that would of taken years. and his new business was running good for almost a year after his turning he had more than enough money to start over.. and was going to do so if it wasnt for one sad and fateful night.. in the year since he had brought his business up Cracker had been caught by the cops so his warehouse stood empty using it for himself Drake Black as he was calling himself now was transporting his materials from the place, and as he knew the place so intimately through years of working, and sometimes living there he left a share for cracker in the man's old desk since the man had always treated him good, he would dispatch any witnesses of their less than legitimate business deals himself.. finding it a useful way to sate his dark thirst, without bringing undue attention to himself, it was on a regular night after sending some of his crew out that Drake caught sight of an old woman who happened to turn her head at the wrong place and time.. letting the inner beast loose Drake lunged like an animal his dark thirst quickly sated before a moments time. it wasnt until after his mind returned to him that he realised his victim looked familiar.. looking down the shock that always hit him as he realized what he had done hit him harder than usual.. in his arms stood his grandmother, one of the Three women who were the most important to him in his previous life the anguished scream escaping his throat..,

end flashback

that was one of the most terrible things i've ever done in my life, either life.. and it had awoken in me a need to change, it took me over a week of mourning and thought for me to settle on what i needed to do.. the last day i arranged a visit to chainsaw and jack Saltine.. making sure to cover myself thoroughly with extremely strong sun block, and covering my eyes with sunglasses, i was very careful, to avoid any danger to myself from the sun, and it was on this visit that Chainsaw and Jack told me that Carrie had visited a few weeks earlier carrying in her arms Tom Jr. telling me that she had moved to Gotham to get away from the incidents that were wreaking havoc on her emotions.. thanking them i slipped a piece of paper to Crackers giving the bank numbers to his share of my business writing down below it was a letter saying

Dear jack

your the closest thing ive had to a father, and thats why i needed to see you today,

odds are this will be the last time you see me, i'm leaving jump city after some tragic incidents of my own

i hope when you get out things will work out better for you, tell chainsaw i miss him

and that i will be searching for a way to make ammends for my life

love always

Drake

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