He Broke
I do not own any of this music please don't sue me credit to each band Los Angeles by Sugarcult Counting Stars by Sugarcult House of Wolves by My Chemical Romance Animal I have Become by Three Days Grace
- * * I want a girl, girl that won't talk back And a job, job that gives me slack And a car, car that won't break down In the heat of Los Angeles I want to go, go without a map Far away, away, I won't get trapped By the sound, a town, the sun beats down In the heat of Los Angeles One more holiday I will not celebrate I'm almost desperate Cause I'm down, I'm down, I'm so beat down The alarm blared, but for no reason the one who had set it had not slept, he lay there looking at the ceiling his eyes open but not seeing, his lips mouthing the words but not speaking, his rust colored fur ruffled and unkempt. The lines and bags under his eyes showing this was not the first sleepless night he had suffered from, he kept staring at the sky, the white ceiling blocking his view of the golden rays that were waking the world to another day. I want a love, love that won't hit back Want sex, sex without a catch Want a face, to trust, to feel, to lust In the heat of Los Angeles Want to fuck, fuck, fuck this up Gonna feel, feel, feel you up Had enough, enough, enough, enough In the heat of Los Angeles This city's killing me I want, I want, I want everything This city's killing me In the heat of Los Angeles What has become of me? I want, I want, I want everything This city's killing me..." The tear rolled down his cheek was not felt; he had felt so many he had long since become numb to them. His mind was no longer in this land, the city of angels had taken there toll on his psyche. The city was supposed to represent the hope of tomorrow but it only represented the dread of the hell it truly was. He continued to lay there in his own personal prison, the room trashed by days of just not caring, he had lost weight, his will to cook for himself broken. His eyes turned to the side and glanced out of the window, everything was coming to life. Except him. Come on, come on It's alive and breathing Come on, come on Come alive today Come on, come on It's a heartless beating The sun is burning down (This city's killing me) Come on, come on It's alive and breathing Come on, come on Come alive today (This city's killing me) Come on, come on It's a heartless beating The sun is burning down Los Angeles (one more holiday) The sun is burning down Los Angeles (I will not celebrate) The sun is burning down Los Angeles (one more holiday) The sun is burning down Los Angeles (I will not celebrate) He turned his attention back to the ceiling over his head, why did he have to get up, he had lost his job, he had lost his father, and he had lost his friends. The eviction notice on the floor showed soon he would lose his residence. He had lost everything that he thought he had. He rolled over, to tired to get out of bed, or just to broken. A simple two weeks ago he was on top of the world, he was a motivational speaker. He inspired hundreds; he helped give strength to friends and colleges alike, it was ironic that he was the one being destroyed by depression. He stood up no longer able to put off the need to relieve himself, he was depressed but he was not that bad yet that he's mess himself. He tried to stand but the numbness in his feet surprised him, he looked down at his paws, they were indeed there but he couldn't feel them, he shrugged and got up anyway, swaying back and forth as he made his way across the hall he took care of the business he needed to before heading back into the room. "OUCH...........FUCK" He looked down and saw the blue handle of the sharpest pair of scissors he had sticking out from under his toes. His green eyes glaring at the foreign object, he sat at his bed and removed it, his vulpine colored ears perking to the next song that the radio sung to him, the words hypnotizing him as he saw the blood flow over his dark socked feet that his mother's species boasted. He was lost in his mind again the lyrics sweeping over him. Hey, I wanna crawl out of my skin Apologize for all my sins All the things I should have said to you Hey, I can't make it go away Over and over in my brain again All the things I should have said to you Counting stars wishing I was okay Crashing down was my biggest mistake I never ever meant to hurt you I only did what I had to Counting stars again ... His was back, it was on Thursday, his boss had just marched into his office, the hybrids looked up at the lion, beginning to greet his boss with a smile before the envelope was thrust into his face The pink slip was obvious and the folf didn't have time to ask any questions as he looked up at the back of the retreating lion. He was jobless, the only form of support he had was gone crashing down around him. It was Friday he was taking with his father, who was intoxicated beyond belief. The folf sat there and listened as he was berated, the liquor loosening the lips of the older sick wolf, no one saw the tears that had slipped down his cheeks. No one had seen the how many chains the words had put him into. Saturday he stood around his friends smiling and welcoming him, till he heard the whispers, the crossed looks that made him doubt himself. The thoughts that made him realized he was alone in this world, He continued to smile, and grin, his mask firmly in place, but beneath the blood red tears flowed. But he smiled anyway. It happened... He Broke. The next morning he woke in the bed of a stranger, his body recovering from the effects of the strong drinks he consumed, but what was worst was he was laying next to a complete stranger, the guys fingers in his boxers caressing his ebony length. He knew what was happening but he couldn't stop it, his body wasn't working right, it wouldn't move. He panicked, his breathing became deep and gasping his eyes closed. He did not want this but his body demanded it. He was afraid, he was still intoxicated, and he was under this strange bobcat's spell. The folf gasped as his boxers were removed by the feline, his sand paper tongue making contact with the vulupine's aching length ad he gasped out of pleasure and out of need for oxygen. Why couldn't he move...? Wait he was, his hands was moving; yes he had control...... no...no... not to caress his rapist head, why? Why did his body betray him? Why did it want this so badly? Yet he moaned, the tongue slid along, the lips rubbed against his exposed flesh... He took a deep breath and gasped, weather from the panic attack or the pleasure he didn't know. The bobcat was not new to pleasuring a male, the folf could sense this. But he couldn't sort out what was happening I his own mind "Can I have it please, I need it so bad, I want to feel this in side me now, you‘re so thick. Master" the nameless feline begged. "Master? What the hell. No... NO... Hell NO... I don't want this" The folf screamed to himself, he'd stop this hear and now. He didn't know what was happening but he was putting an en to it. He nodded. The feline smiled and straddle the folf who was warring with his own mind. Unaware to the battle in his presence he closed his own brown eyes and slid back on the dark member, feeling it invade his body he purred, when this creature had picked him up earlier in the bar he had been nervous. But he took a chance and gah was it worth it, that big black cock was buried inside him and making everyone of his nerve endings go mad. The hybrid was split on what to do, he wasn't in control of his own body anymore, and he was terrified, but something pushed him on, his paws moved of there own free will and grabbed the hips of his passenger. His claws digging into the hips of the feline, making the cat gasp, in pain and pleasure Yeah, I know a thing about contrition Because I got enough to spare And I'll be grantin' your permission Cause you haven't got a prayer Well I said, hey hallelujah I'm gonna come on sing the praise Let the spirit come on through you We got innocence for days "You're mine bitch, now ride me like the pussy you are" slipped from his lips, no he had full control now... and he liked every bit of it Well, I think I'm gonna burn in hell Everybody burn the house right down "Master... you're starting to hurt me, ease up a bit" And say, what I wanna say Tell me I'm an angel Take this to my grave Tell me I'm a bad man Kick me like a stray Tell me I'm an angel Take this to my grave "Did I ask you what you what you needed, just do as I said and get me off" You play ring around the ambulance Like you never gave a care So get the choir boys around you It's a compliment, I swear And I said, ashes to ashes, we all fall down I wanna hear you sing the praise I said, ashes to ashes, we all fall down We got innocence for days A dark gloved hand wrapped its fingers around the feline's neck. Well I think I'm gonna burn in hell Everybody burn the house right down "Please sir, to tight, I...I can't breath" And say what I wanna say Tell me I'm an angel Take this to my grave Tell me I'm a bad man Kick me like a stray Tell me I'm an angel Take this to my grave Thrust You better run like the devil Cause they're never gonna leave you alone Thrust You better hide up in the alley Cause they're never gonna find you a home Gasp And as the blood runs down the walls (Blood runs down the walls) You see me creepin' up these halls I've been a bad motherfucker Tell your sister I'm another Go, go, go "Oh gawd, it hurt's to much" I said, say, what I wanna say Tell me I'm an angel Take this to my grave Tell me I'm a bad man Kick me like a stray Tell me I'm an angel Take this to my grave "Shut Up, and take it bitch" Tell me I'm a bad bad bad bad man "Gah I can't take any more sir... it's gonna split me Tell me I'm a bad bad bad bad man "Not my fucking problem, shut up and take it Slut Tell me I'm a bad bad bad bad man "AHHHHHHHH Oh GAWD I'M... I'M ....I'M GONNA...FUCK!" Tell me I'm a bad bad bad bad man "That's a good bitch, now it's my turn" Yes I am Yes I am. He opened his eyes, and blinked, he was lying on his bed again, he was still weak, but there was something else about him, he was... no he couldn't be but he was, he was aroused. He looked down to see the hard member sticking out of his pants begging to be touched. He became sick at the sight, he enjoyed what he did to that feline, and he liked the claw marks he left. He enjoyed the bleeding bite he left on the bobcat's neck and shoulder. He reveled in the pain he caused for the cat that passed out after he came inside of him. He enjoyed making that male his bitch. And he wanted to do it again and soon. He looked at the drying blood on his foot; he leaned in and licked it. The taste was not so bad. But he scowled immediate after. The radio had changed to yet another song... and all he could do was laugh and sing along, it was dark. He had finally accepted what had happened. He didn't care for anyone anymore, he wouldn't control his feral instincts anymore... he would control them all, he'd be the master, not slave to himself or the world anymore. He was wild, he was free... Somebody help me through this nightmare I can't control myself Somebody wake me from this nightmare I can't escape this hell (This animal, this animal, this animal, this animal, this animal, this animal, this animal) So what if you can see the darkest side of me No one will ever change this animal I have become Help me believe it's not the real me Somebody help me tame this animal I have become Help me believe it's not the real me Somebody help me tame this animal This animal I have become