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Second Chances	By : demonsangel Category: M through R > Red Eye Views: 3289 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Red Eye, any characters from it nor any of the ideas behind it. I also do not own Kaori Yuki who is referenced later on. I am making no money what so ever with this story, it is purely for fun.

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Hello and welcome to Second Chances. Just wanted to say that this is my first fan fic that I’ve ever really done. So please bear with me. Reviews would be much appreciated as I am always looking for opinions. Please be nice about it though. If you don’t like it you don’t have to read it so please don’t send me a nasty message. That’s just hurtful and pointless. Just so you know this will NOT be a Jackson/Lisa story. Sorry. There are plenty of those on fanfiction.net. Anyways, enjoy. I will add more codes later on if necessary.

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            With a grunt, the young man was shoved, naked to the dirty floor of the old warehouse. Cuts and bruises—both old and new—covered his body. The left side of his face was swollen and sore, blood trickling from his freshly split lip and bloody nose. He yelped as he was forcefully entered from behind, the sound of cold laughter filling the air as the man behind and those around him taunted and jeered, amused by his pain as he struggled and jerked his painfully thin body violently, trying to get away—but his captors were too strong. He begged them to stop, the faint rasp in his voice only serving to amuse them more as one man shoved his cock in his mouth, gagging the man as tears streamed down his face.

            The past 3 1/2 years had not been kind. Once he had been on top—the best there was. But that all changed after his last mission. After a month’s stay in the hospital and a short trial, he was sent to a maximum security prison where he was raped for the first time. For the next two years, he was raped and beaten by the other inmates to the point where he had to be put in isolation for his own safety—not that that stopped the guards. At first he fought back, but soon learned it only made things worse. He was no longer the toughest guy around, able to charm or intimidate others into doing what he wanted. His days were filled with fear and thoughts of revenge. On the rare chance he slept, his dreams turned to nightmares as he relived his experiences over and over again.

            Then one day, despite his life sentence, he was released. At first, he didn’t believe it, and then he was overjoyed, unable to believe his luck. But that was short lived as he soon found out why he had been released; his former boss was not happy over his very public failure and decided to make it known. Several officials, including a crooked judge, had been paid off for his untimely release.

Now he was at their mercy.

He had prayed for a swift death but apparently, they had other plans for him. For the next year and a half, he was passed around the organization's members as they used him for sex and aggression, taking out their frustrations and boredom on him by savagely beating and raping him far worse than any time during his stay in prison.

That's what was happening now. The boss was bored and had allowed some of his men to have fun with him while he watched from his desk several feet away.

            Jackson Rippner struggled harder as the man behind him reached down and started playing with his cock. He was disgusted at himself and embarrassed as he started to respond, anger and hatred once again beginning to fill him. It was a favorite game for them, to make him painfully hard while they fucked him, making him beg for relief, which they rarely gave him, preferring to tie his hands behind his back and leave him like that when done.

His thrashing quickly ceased when he was squeezed painfully hard. His cry of pain was quickly muffled as the cock in his mouth was shoved further in, causing him to gag and choke on the cum that shot from it. The men simply laughed harder as they stepped away from him, watching him cough and choke, cum dripping down his chin. He was covered in it.

            He looked up fearfully as a few more men stepped towards him, their intentions clear. "Please, no." He rasped, trying to edge away. "No more please!" His only response was a swift kick in the stomach. He gasped and doubled over in pain as he tried to catch his breath. The man that had kicked him reached down and grabbed a fistful of his hair, jerking his head back, earning another yelp from him. Jackson stared up at him as another man tied his hands back.

"Please," he begged. "I need—" He was quickly cut off by the man’s cock being shoved down his throat roughly.

"Shut up and suck," The man sneered, pushing in further. Jackson couldn’t breathe and his struggles became more violent before starting to weaken, his vision fading as he began to lose consciousness.

            "That's enough." The words had been said calmly, but the voice that had spoken them was sharp and deadly, despite being soft. Jackson fell to the ground, gasping and choking as the men quickly released him and stepped away, righting themselves and straightening their clothes. Soft hands lifted him gently, helping him to his knees and freeing his hands.

He whimpered softly, unsure of what was going to happen next and mentally cursing himself for being so weak and vulnerable.

"Shh… relax. It's okay."

One of the hands reached up to push some of the hair from his eyes before trailing down and wiping the cum from his face. Confused by this persons actions he looked up into silver eyes. He blinked, taking in the person before him.

She was young with waist length black hair that was pulled back into a loose braid that hung over her left shoulder. Her arms were covered by the black leather of her jacket. Her black jeans and dark blue shirt clung to her lithe frame tightly, outlining every curve, black boots showed from under her pant leg. A black, fingerless riding glove on her right hand and a red pendant around her neck completed the outfit.

            "You're staring," she stated in that same soft voice. He quickly looked away, expecting to be hit, but she merely chuckled. His eyes snapped back to her, his anger quickly rising. She was laughing at him! That bitch was actually laughing at him!

Before he had time to think, he lashed out, striking her across the cheek causing her head to snap to the side. The men were on him in seconds, and before he knew it, he was kicked several times.

As he fell forward, he braced himself for the impending impact with the hard ground. But it never came. Instead, he found himself against the body of the young woman he'd just hit, his forehead resting against the crook of her neck as her arms came around him gently, helping to support his weight. A low, almost feral growl issued from her throat, causing him to shudder.

“I said, enough!" The men quickly shrank back once more while he found himself pressing further into her warmth, his body beginning to shake from the cold of the warehouse and exhaustion.

Who was she? Why was she doing this? And why were they so terrified of a girl they clearly outnumbered? These thoughts flashed through his mind briefly.

            "Wolf," a deep voice rumbled from the nearby desk. "So nice to see you."

Jackson stiffened. Wolf. One of the most skilled and frightening leaders. Known for their skills on a bike as well as in a fight—both with a knife and unarmed. He had heard rumors that Wolf was actually a woman but hadn't believed them, and he certainly wasn’t expecting someone this young.

“Who do I have to thank for this wonderful visit?" Marius Gaunshtien leaned forward, smiling as he indicated a seat for her, the man occupying it quickly standing and offering it to her. She hummed softly and let go of Jackson, who whimpered at the sudden loss of warmth as she stood, silently cursing himself once more for his weakness and trying not to pay attention to his throbbing need. It was starting to become painful but he knew better then to try and relieve himself—then he'd really be punished.

As she turned away and headed towards the desk he caught sight of the howling wolf’s head on the back of her jacket, his breath catching in his throat. The wolf was the sign used by the wolf gang, often called the Wolves, but the wolf’s head was reserved for its leader: the true wolf. Anyone else caught with that sign were quickly punished, though the wolves were not your typical biker gang. Instead of dealing drugs and committing crimes, the only time they were violent was when they were preventing it from happening in their territory or protecting their own. However, once they did become violent, they were vicious, though it was rumored that their leader did not believe in killing.

            He watched as this barely 5'6" girl casually walked over to the desk, pulling a box from the backpack he had failed to notice earlier. "Do you really think I'd forget your birthday, Marius?" She asked sweetly, handing him a box of cigars.

He took them and grinned, his green eyes lighting up. "You remembered my favorite brand."

She shrugged. "Of course." She regarded the large blonde man for a few minutes while he took one out. "What’s going on here?" She asked, her voice changing slightly.

Marius hadn’t noticed the change, but Jackson did. It made him nervous; she was not happy. The change in her voice was subtle, but her body was tense. Marius shrugged as he lit one of the cigars, inhaling deeply.

"We're just having a little... fun." He motioned to Jackson nonchalantly. "He failed an important mission. And now he’s paying the price." Jackson cringed as the others chuckled and shifted, trying to find some relief, though it didn’t help.

"Care to join in?" Marius offered, ignoring the glare sent his way from the young man. He enjoyed the idea of Jackson being humiliated by yet another girl.

            She hummed faintly and moved to stand in front of Jackson. She knelt in front of him as his eyes returned to her and he cringed, fear starting to fill him once more, overriding his anger. He clenched his eyes shut as she reached out.

"Please don’t." He murmured. His eyes opened slowly when all she did was brush some loose hair from his face again. Her fingers slowly traced down his cheek and neck before lightly grazing across the scar on his throat. He watched as she looked him over, taking in the scars on his chest and stomach from being shot and the one on his leg from being stabbed with a stiletto. Her fingers brushed across some bruises on his shoulder and he became aware more than ever how badly he was hurting.

            "Please," He choked out, begging softly. “Please, I can’t... I need to..." He couldn’t finish as she raised her eyes to his once more. He looked away, red with a mixture of shame, embarrassment and rage—of course she wasn’t going to help him; she was Wolf after all. She was probably enjoying his suffering. His fists clenched as he began to get angry again as he heard faint chuckles behind him.

That was it. He was going to attack them, starting with her; maybe he'd snap her neck and hopefully end it. With any luck, he'd get a few hits in before they shot him—

—but before he could continue that thought further, let alone act on it, he let out a gasp of surprise as his eyes once again snapped back to her. Her fingers had gently run down the length of his cock and were slowly making their way back up.

He shivered at the sensation and looked into her eyes. Though they were focused on what she was doing he could see them clearly. As he watched, a brief flash of anger ran through them, followed by sadness and determination. Before he could see anything else she wrapped her warm fingers around him. Stroking slowly, she placed her free hand on Jackson’s upper arm to help steady him as he lost his balance. He leaned against her, a low, deep moan escaping his mouth. She continued stroking him, squeezing gently and occasionally running her thumb over his tip, speeding up as he needed her to.

            His hands came up, gripping her upper arms desperately as he began to buck in her hand, his head resting on her shoulder, panting hard as his moans became louder. The closer he got to his release, the more terrified he was that she would stop. It hurt, but at the same time, it felt very good, and he was desperate for release.

"Please don’t stop." He sobbed, now very close.

"I won’t." She whispered, only loud enough for him to hear. A few seconds later, he came hard, shouting loudly and clinging to her as his body jerked of its own accord, his seed spilling onto her hand and floor.

            He collapsed against her, panting and sobbing as she calmly wrapped her arm around him, holding him up despite the awkward position she was in from being crouched on the floor. A few minutes later she pulled back and looked at him, wiping her hand clean on a handkerchief someone had offered her.

"What's your name?" she asked, her eyes blank, almost as if she were bored.

He looked up at her, clearly exhausted. "Jackson…Jackson Rippner." he said. She tilted her head faintly and he knew she caught the reference, though she said nothing.

"Are you allergic to dogs, Jackson?"

His brows furrowed faintly at her question. "No," he responded quietly, not sure she heard him. He watched her, confused and wondering what that had to do with anything. She hummed softly in response, indicating that she'd heard him and stood, turning to face Marius.

            "Give him to me," she said. Jackson froze and looked at the two of them.

Marius blinked. "Why? He's a fucking failure. Worthless."

She merely returned his gaze. "I want him. There is a lot to do at my place. I could use the help."

Marius scoffed. "Surely there is someone better you could use. Any of my men would be more than willing to help you out. Besides, I still have plans for him," He gave Jackson a demented smile, causing the younger man to shudder, all traces of exhaustion leaving him.

She growled again, stepping between the two, her stance becoming aggressive. "No." She spoke firmly, her voice low and dangerous. "I want him. Besides," Her eyes narrowed, "You fucking owe me, Gaunshtien."

Marius glared at her for a minute before sighing in irritation. "Fine. Take him." He looked at Jackson. "From now on, you belong to her. You do what she says. My men will be watching. You try to escape and you’re mine." He growled.

            Jackson was furious; he was not going to be some sort of slave to the little bitch, cleaning her house and doing chores. He glared at her as she knelt before him.

"Bitch." He growled. She just sighed and shook her head, suddenly looking tired. With a soft pop she removed the caps on two of her teeth, revealing what looked like fangs. "Forgive me. This is going to hurt."

"Fuck you." He spat. She just rolled her eyes and muttered a quick "pass" before grabbing his shoulders and biting into the right side of his shoulder where it met his neck. He shouted and tried to jerk back but she was surprisingly strong and held him in place, biting down harder. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity she let go, licking the fresh wound and pressing such a light kiss to the area he almost didn’t feel it. He'd heard of this ritual. Those closest to her were marked. Proving they belonged to her.

"You're mine," she said softly, ignoring the glare she got in return as she licked his blood from her lips.

            Standing swiftly, she growled, her eyes cold, as she looked at the others, pointing to him. "This man is now mine. I have claimed his life as my own. If anyone harms him in any way, I will kill them. Make sure you spread the word."

They gulped and nodded while Marius watched silently, still scowling. He did not like how this night had turned out.

She looked back down at him. "Get dressed," she said, indicating the pile of filthy, torn clothes beside him. "You're not getting into my car like that." He glared at her defiantly but did so anyway, if only because it was freezing in there.

"Bring him to my car," she commanded as she turned and walked away. Two men quickly moved forward and grabbed him under his arms, dragging him roughly to his feet and out the door. Once at the car they pushed him into the passenger seat, though not as roughly as usual. Wolf was already inside, waiting for him. He glanced at her now brown leather jacket and briefly wondered why she had changed it as she drove off.

Despite being a warm night outside he was still shivering. She must have noticed because she turned the heater on. "I don’t need your kindness," he hissed, scowling, though he was actually grateful for the warmth.

"What you don’t need is to get sick," she replied, not taking her eyes from the road ahead of them.

"What's your name?" he asked with a yawn, not really sure why he cared. She glanced at him briefly before returning her eyes in front of her.

"Raea," she answered after a short pause. "But most people just call me Rae."

He just nodded. It was dark in the car and that, coupled with the heat, reminded Jackson just how tired he really was and soon he was fast asleep. He never even noticed when she pulled over and placed her jacket over him before she resumed driving.

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Ok! First chapter. Hope you liked it. Please don’t forget to leave a comment. ^^ Chapter 1 written 7/26/10
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