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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
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- 5-V
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- 7-VII
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II

Alex once could find ways to entertain himself without worrying about consequences. He once could lie naked ion his bed and listen to Ludwig and have the most amazing musicgasm of his life. He once felt young. He once was feared. Now he was just Alex DeLarge, another orange in the press, fucked up beyond all reasoning. He had no droogs, no pet, no music, and he couldn’t even stomach violence anymore because of what They had done to him. He’ll, he was only living in this apartment because the government essentially gave it to him.
He turned off the shower water and leaned his forehead against the tile. Today was one of those ‘I don’t know what to do with myself’ days. He could go seduce some sexy little morsel, but that was always more trouble than it was worth. The last few dumplings he’d had had been stepped in so much angst that Alex had willingly gone into the bathroom to be sick just to get away from them. While listening to them cry, Alex had imagined wringing their pretty little necks in the throes of passion. It was enough to keep him retching until they’d gone.
But he didn’t want to seduce little sisters today. No, Alex had his sights set on a potential droog – a crazy hobo who called himself Kyle.
A lifetime ago, Alex would have beat the shit out of Kyle simply because the kid livened on the streets. Now, though, Alex was actually considering befriending the boy if only to sate his own need for companionship.
Contrary to popular belief, Alex didn’t like being a solitary creature. He liked to be surrounded by People he could play with. People he could order around. Kyle seemed just the type Alex liked to have following him, too.
Finally, with his skin prickling from cold, Alex stepped form the stall to dry and dress, taking the time to make himself look good for society. If They saw him with Kyle, perhaps They’d think he was trying to help the poor kid get a job. Or something.
Satisfied with his appearance, Alex stepped tom his apartment to the outside world. He walked slowly, rather enjoying the sounds this stupid city made, taking in all forms of life, jumbling them together, and spitting them back out in a massive ball of, well, shit.
It was the only word that came to mind.
And people nowadays were shitty. Their attitudes could make even a perpetually happy individual slit their wrists from all the bullshit that spouted from people’s mouths. It was all about the Id, it seemed. As much as Alex enjoyed feeding his Id, the levels to which it had grown simply for society were ridiculous.
“Ah but, that’s what makes life fun, my brother.”
Alex turned to face Kyle, scowling. “What, you read minds, do you?”
“Oh yes. My psychic powers are fully developed,” Kyle replied with a grin. “No, you were speaking out loud.”
Alex sighed. “You’re impossible.”
Kyle just laughed. “Makes the game fun, my brother.”
Alex could only shake his head as he examined the dirty creature. Not much had changed in Kyle’s appearance (or demeanor, which to Alex, was amazing) except for a fresh cut on the kid’s lip. Unable to help himself, Alex reached out to caress that busted lip, enjoying the feel of blood on his fingertips. And, to his delight, there was no feeling of nausea.
“You like blood, eh?” Kyle asked against Alex’s digits.
“Used to make it,” Alex replied offhandedly, “when I was a kid.”
Kyle made an understanding noise. Then he withdrew from Alex’s touch, circling the elder male. Alex imagined it was like a kitten, trying to figure out how to pounce on a particularly large insect. Finally, satisfied apparently, Kyle stood before Alex, just simply watching him.
Alex wanted to grin, but he forced himself to keep a straight face. “Anything you want to do today, little brother?”
“Shouldn’t I be asking you that question?”
Well, well. Alex tilted his head as if debating. “Perhaps you should.”
Kyle laughed. Alex couldn’t help the smile that grew. Around this kid, it was impossible to keep a straight face. Finally, Alex let out a chuckle of his own and moved closer to the dirty creature, smiling in a way that should have reminded Kyle of a predator scenting an easy meal. Instead, Kyle just smiled back impishly, stood his ground, and waited.
“Well, Alex softly declared, “I won’t take you anywhere if you’re smelling like that.”
“What’s wrong with the way I smell?”
“It’s like you rolled in garbage and took a dip in the sewage drains.”
Kyle just looked at Alex. Finally, the kid shrugged. “Well, if you’re so intimidated by my aroma, by all means, show me to a place to bathe.”
“I’m not intimidated.” Alex retorted.
“Keep telling yourself that,” the dirty creature replied, “maybe you’ll believe it one day.”
Alex couldn’t help it. He knew what it would do to him, but he reached out and slapped Kyle across the mouth. Even as the nausea washed over him at the action and the fresh trickle of blood form Kyle’s lip, he couldn’t help but feel joy. Kyle just sot of stared at him for a moment before gingerly dabbing at the wound with his tongue. Alex was surprised, to say the least, when Kyle just sort of rocked back on his heels, still tasting his own blood. No tears, no pleas, nothing changed about the dirty creature at all.
Finally, Alex reached out to take a gentle hold of Kyle’s chin, getting his attention. “Are you going to be snippy again?”
Kyle smiled. “Only if you ask, real nice like.”
The blonde man shook his head and put an arm around his new droog’s shoulders, smiling. “Then why don’t we go clean you up?”
“Make me presentable then, huh?” Kyle said, almost laughing. “You know I would be considered clean in the Dark Age.”
“This isn’t the Dark Age,” Alex retorted. “And besides, the people who lived then had no concept of hygiene at all.”
“Whereas we glamourize it with scented body sprays and antiperspirants that advertise getting laid.”
“Kid, it’s all about getting laid.”
“Maybe for you, but it’s not all about sex for me. I like the idea of faux-romance and deciding then if I want this particular person to breed with.”
Alex looked down t his new droog, seeing that devil-may-care smile. “Breeding?”
“I don’t want a wife. Just a kid, you know? And I don’t want a dumb kid. He needs to have an intelligent, good-looking mom.”
Alex only tilted his head, mulling over this. He and Kyle were similar in the respect hat each wanted a child. Kyle, however, was a kid himself an it was unlikely any woman would let Kyle between her thighs. Alex, though, desperately wanting a kid sometime in his future, could seduce any poppet to his bed.
“I don’t think you’ll ever have a kid,” Alex said, pretending the comment was offhand.
Kyle laughed. “I know I won’t. Women don’t look at something like me unless they want to make peace with God.”
Alex frowned, pausing to let Kyle walk ahead of him. At one time, Ale would have killed this droog because he lived on the streets. He would have enjoyed the beating and would have kept on doing what he would be doing, not caring if Kyle became the next statistic. But there was something about hat dirty, scruffy boy that sang to Alex in a way that no one had ever really sung to him before. Kyle didn’t judge Alex, the blonde slowly realized. Kyle just accepted and went on with his life. Indeed, Kyle was far from miserable, rather happier than anyone Alex had ever met or known. Happier than Alex himself. And, if only for that, Alex envied him.
“Brother, you coming? You promised me a bath.” Kyle called, hands on his hips as if scolding.
Alex could only give a Cheshire grin. “So I did.”
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