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Amazing Grace	By : RotSeele Category: A through F > A Clockwork Orange Views: 2542 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Amazing Grace
- 2-II
- 3-III
- 4-IV
- 5-V
- 6-VI
- 7-VII
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I

It wasn’t so long ago that he’d be a part of their group, joining in. He’ll, he’d be leading them. But as Alex DeLarge stood there on the sidewalk watching the group of teenagers (couldn’t be more than fourteen at most really) beat the ever-loving shit out of some defenseless bum, all he felt was nausea.
And he hated it.
But he couldn’t look away. Something inside of him wanted him to watch, wanted him to watch and be reminded of what he could’ve – should’ve – been doing. Instead, he was avoiding it like all hell.
No one came to the bum’s rescue. Alex wasn’t surprised. No one wanted to play hero against a mob. It was, essentially, suicide. Eventually, the kids would tire of the game and move on, to find another victim or to do a massive round of fucking. Their laughter made something twist inside Alex’s stomach and he forced himself to turn away, to walk away, when he desperately wanted to go over and help out those kids. The nausea wouldn’t let him.
So he walked away and ignored the quieting pleas for help. Alex decided he would go home, relax, and maybe seduce some poppet later on. Hands shoved into his pockets, he replayed the beating in his head, trying to find a way to overcome it.
“Shocking, isn’t it?”
Alex froze, blinking. “What’s shocking?”
“The mentality of those who stand by and do nothing.”
I’m talking to air. Alex closed his eyes. “They just don’t want to get involved.”
“Maybe so, but you lead by example after all. Ah, you mind helping me out?’
“Where are you?”
“More than likely below you.”
Alex tired not to laugh at his own insanity as he moved to the edge of the sidewalk, expecting to see nothing at all. Instead, a pair of hazel-green eyes stared up at him, the face of their owner shadowed by the sewer grate.
“What the hell are you doing down there for?” Alex questioned, nose wrinkling a bit at the smell that was wafting forth.
“Hunting, I thought.” Replied the boy with a grin. “Promise not to get your suit dirty.”
How long the two stared at each other, Alex didn’t quite know, and a part of him wanted to just walk away. Sighing, he bent to grab the youth’s outstretched arms, and pulled until the kid could scramble out on his own. It seemed like a lifetime ago that Alex would have let such a creature remain in the sewers, or had been with his old droogs, beat the shit out of the kid. Possibly even killed him.
“You okay? You look green.”
Alex tried not to glare. He settled for narrowing his eyes in ant attempt to look truly angry. Instead, the kid only began to laugh.
“Don’t try so hard, buddy. You’ll give yourself an aneurism and then there with you be?”
“I hardly think that glaring with the intent to fry an enemy’s brain is aneurism-worthy.” Alex retorted.
“So I’m an enemy?” the boy questioned. Alex simply nodded slightly, and the boy laughed harder. “Find thing to say when you just aided said enemy.”
“Are you trying to defy my logic?”
“Is it working?”
Alex decided to openly stare, unable to come up with a retort witty enough for his liking. So he studied the boy, becoming aware that he was being studied in return. Under all that filth was a remarkably pretty creature (as far as Alex could tell) and a wit to match Alex’s own. Hazel-green eyes were framed by slightly curling strands of blackened-blond, most of it tucked under a moth-eaten wool hat. A scarf of deep royal purple was wound around the youth’s neck, while the rest of him was covered in patched layers of what little he could find, no doubt. Even the boy’s boots lacked shoelaces.
“How can you go around dressed like that?” Alex questioned.
“Same reason you go around dressed like that.” Came the expected reply.
“I doubt that, little brother,” Alex said as he circled the boy. “Certainly a filthy wretch you are.”
“It’s all in how you look at it. I could be cleaner than you, big brother.”
“Are you trying to get hurt?"
The boy began to laugh again. “With how green you looked watching the kids, I doubt you could hurt anything.”
Alex raised an eyebrow. He took a slow step forward, and placed his arm around the kid’s shoulders. He didn’t say a word – just led him far enough into the alley where they wouldn’t be seen or bothered. With a gentleness unbecoming him, Alex used the sleeve of his jacket to wipe away the dirt on the boy’s face, examining him when he was done. Then he began the touches, gentle strokes here and there, watching those hazel-green orbs darkened with confusion. All he had to do was eave the web and the boy would be his to do with whatever he pleased. Without warning, Alex crushed their mouths together, tasting dirt and the boy’s own flavour, and he tried to be sensual, seduction.
The kid, irritatingly enough, began to laugh into their connection.
Alex pulled back, not quite scowling.
“If you wanted a roll, brother, all you had to do was ask.” The kid said with a grin.
“You’re frustrating,” Alex said, albeit weakly.
“No. You just’ve not encountered someone like me.”
Alex heaved something akin to a sigh and let the dirty creature go, no longer in the mood for a roll or torture. No point in it if he was just going to laugh. It was almost like a blow to an already bruised ego.
“Don’t fret, brother,” said the kid, following Alex out of the alley. “Doesn’t become you.”
“And who are you to say such things?” Alex snapped, whirling on the young bum.
The kid gave him a wan smile. “Last time I checked, my given name is Kyle.”
Blinking in utter confusion, Alex blew out a sigh and reached out to pat the boy’s head like one would an overly eager puppy. Then he turned on his heel and began the lonely walk home.
“Hey!” came Kyle’s voice, a grin still present. “Will I see you again, huh?”
Alex paused and looked back at the young bum, eyes halfway closed as the thought and debated. Why the hell not? Alex finally decided. Having a new droog to fool around with would be fun. And it would keep his mind off of other things. Unpleasant memories, for example.
“Yeah, sure,” the blonde man said finally. “We’ll meet here tomorrow, and no more sewers.”
Kyle grinned impishly and gave Alex a salute, absolutely and erringly mocking. Then his disappeared back into the alley and was gone from Alex’s sight. Alex could only grin maddeningly and turned around to continue home. Perhaps he wouldn’t be disappointed in this new droog after all.
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