His name was Dallon.

He was the one.

The one Mad Gear hated more than he had hated anyone else in his entire life.

He was the one that took Missile Kid away.

It was the dead of night when Josh was taken.

It was a strange night; everyone in the Clique was asleep, even Tyler. An eerie silence filled the corridors of headquarters.

Something was going to happen. The Clique could feel it.

He put up a fight, Josh did. When two masked figures came into his room and nearly killed him, he put up a fight.

In the struggle, Josh had ripped off his attackers' masks. One boy he had seen before, the other he hadn't seen in a very long time.

One of the boys was Brendon.

He had left the Clique after attempting to murder Tyler, and started his own gang-the Sinners.

And the other boy was his right hand man.

His childhood friend.

Dallon Weekes.

Now, three weeks later, Josh's hands were tied. He couldn't do anything. He had no options.

Josh's hands weren't just metaphorically tied. They were literally tied. Tied with a heavy steel chain, right behind his back. His shoulders and arms ached from being stretched behind his back.

Not only that, his entire body ached. His skin was covered in cuts and bruises. His bones ached from being trapped in the ice cold basement of the Sinners' headquarters.

Josh winced as he took a breath of air. It hurt just for the oxygen to fill his lungs.

He slowly closed his eyes. Instead of seeing the backs of his eyelids, he saw Tyler. Smiling and laughing and moaning-

Josh was suddenly snapped out of his thoughts when the door in front of him creaked open.

When he opened his eyes, he immediately wished he had kept them closed.

Standing before him was Dallon.

"Rise and shine, baby boy!" Dallon said with sarcastic enthusiasm, smiling widely.

"Baby boy?" Josh scoffed. "Are you kidding me?"

"What?" Dallon's smile was instantly replaced by a scowl of annoyance.

"Just look at me," Josh replied. "Do I look like a bottom to you?"

Dallon looked down at the boy chained to the wall, at his tattoos, his piercings, his wild green hair. His muscles were tense, his toned chest rising and falling heavily. Raised veins trailed down his forearms. Dirt, blood, and cuts covered his face, with his eyebrows angrily drawn together and his mouth in a stoic straight line.

The answer was no. No, he definitely did not look like a bottom.

But Dallon ignored him and averted his eyes from Josh.

"I came down here to ask how you are," Dallon said instead. "So, how are you?"

Josh set his jaw. If it wasn't for the chains, he would have punched Dallon square in the face.

"Just peachy," he replied through gritted teeth.

"Want anything to drink?" Dallon asked. He cracked his knuckles and glanced out the only window in the room.

"Your tears," Josh scoffed, the corner of his lips tugging up into a smirk. "Put 'em on ice."

At that, Dallon scowled and yanked the chain that kept Josh chained to the wall. Josh groaned as he was pulled forward, his back hitting the cement, the metal links digging into his flesh.

"W-We used to be friends, Dal." Josh winced as he used his strength to push himself back up into a sitting position. He let out a huff of air to blow his green hair out of his eyes. "What ever happened to that?"

"We're not kids anymore, Josh," Dallon snapped, his hands clenching into fists. "Things have changed for me."

Dallon's shiny dress shoes clicked against the cement floor of the cell as he walked over to Josh.

"I'm above you now, Joshua," Dallon smiled wickedly, leaning down to meet Josh's eye level. "Right hand man to the leaders of the Sinners. Can't beat that."

Josh just smirked. "And all you had to do was suck Brendon's dick, right?" He said with a short, humorless laugh.

Dallon's jaw dropped, but he quickly regained his angry expression. He grabbed the front of Josh's shirt and yanked the boy toward him. The only sound in the small room was Josh's low groans and the clanging of chains.

"I own you, Missile Kid," Dallon spat through gritted teeth. "Don't forget that."

"One, you don't own me," Josh breathed, angrily struggling against Dallon's grip and the weight of the chains tied around his wrists. "And two, you can't call me that. That's my Clique name. You don't deserve to call me that."

Dallon simply scoffed and stood upright, crossing his arms and glaring down at Josh.

"What do you want with me anyway?" Josh sighed, leaning his head back against the cold cement wall. He closed his eyes and pictured Mad Gear, Tyler, the only person that kept him sane in this place.

"What do you mean?" Dallon sneered.

"Why am I here?" Josh asked bitterly, shrugging his shoulders. The clanging of his chains echoed throughout the room.

Dallon narrowed his eyes at Josh, but the boy spoke before he had a chance.

"I'm unarmed. I can't kill you," Josh continued. "And even if I wanted to, I wouldn't. It wouldn't be in my best interest."

"Best interest my ass," Dallon growled. "You and I both know that if I gave you a gun, you would put a bullet in me in two seconds flat."

"Now why would I want to do that, Dal?" Josh smirked. "You're worth more alive than dead."

"Exactly," Dallon snapped his fingers. "The Sinners need you, Josh."

"But why?" Josh asked, his anger slowly morphing into desperation. He'd been trapped in the basement of the Sinners' headquarters for far too long.

He'd been separated from Tyler for far too long.

"Why do you need me?!"

"The answer," Dallon replied, walking over to heavy steel door of the basement room, "is simple."

A wicked grin spread across Dallon's face.

"We don't."

Josh's face fell. "T-Then..." he whispered. "Then why am I-"

"-Ransom," Dallon interrupted. "You know what that means, don't you?"

Josh didn't reply. His mouth formed a straight line, and his chest rose and fell heavily. He knew exactly what was going on.

"It means we're using you to get to him," Dallon smiled, his hand lingering on the doorknob.

Josh's eyes darkened. "You're not hurting him," he growled. All of the muscles in his body tightened at once. "If you even lay a finger on him I'll-"

"-You'll what, Josh?" Dallon interjected, laughing to himself. "You'll do what?"

Josh chewed on the inside of his cheek and glared at Dallon.

"The answer is nothing. You'll do absolutely nothing," Dallon said. "You'll be trapped down here, just like you are now. You'll do nothing."

Dallon turned on his heel and opened the door to the room. Before he left, he turned and looked back at Josh one last time.

"Mad Gear is ours," Dallon smirked.

"Over my dead body," Josh snapped, his eyes locked on Dallon.

Dallon simply shrugged.

"That can be arranged."

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The Clique was in chaos.

Mad Gear knew that. Of course he knew that. He didn't care. Of course he didn't care.

The only thing he cared about had just been taken away from him.

Tyler cried. He wasn't afraid to admit it, either. There was no doubt people could hear him. He would stay up, late into the night, sobbing and screaming into his pillow.

He hadn't slept for two weeks.

He hadn't even left his room for two weeks.

The only thing he could seem to do was cry.

Finally, after three weeks, Tyler got out of bed. He shuffled over to his bathroom, yawning and running his fingers through his messy, dirty brown hair.

Tyler pulled his wrinkled shirt over his head, then slowly slid off his black skinny jeans and boxers.

He stared at his reflection in the mirror. He looked at the yellow bruises along his neck, nearly healed. He looked at his red, puffy eyes, at his tear-stained cheeks.

Tyler sighed and looked his reflection right in the eyes. It was painful for him to look at himself like that, so deeply, so raw. It hurt to look at his own self. It hurt so much.

"Blurry," he whispered, his cracked lips barely moving. "I need you."

Tyler closed his eyes and turned away from the mirror, blindly walking over to the shower.

He stepped inside, turned on the hot water, and leaned his weary body against the tiles.

And when Tyler opened his eyes again, they were red.

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Poor Josh :(

But another character is introduced!

Please welcome Dallon to the book. Hope you don't die, Dal.

Anyways what do you guys think? There's a new gang to watch out for now. It's the Sinners now...

Next chapter will be up in a few :)

(You guys are getting three updates today wowza)

- Liz.