Title: Cloud

Silent Cries: Cloud
by Starchild

So here he was unpacking his stuff in the bedroom of a C..H. house. Where he was doomed to
stay for six months. Left there by that bastard Steven grange. Hell he wasn't a servant had never been a servant. He new the whole game. He had seen it often enough. He had been around the block and the Dogs pied well enough to keep him interested but hell this was ridicules he was a street kid who had chosen to take a pied job for six months for 12,000 dollars already deposited in a safe bank account. It was just that he never expected that six months to be spent on the Leviathan plantation.

hell he had heard some dame gruesome stories about the place. They assumed him a servant. he
didn't really want to correct them. He new he could be asking for trouble and bleeding wasn't his idea of fun

He wondered what they would think if they found out the truth, hell he was afraid of what they
would do. He had runaway from home average story but that wasn't the end of it. His father was
Calvin Belands. A high powered C.H. Operative and he had wanted Ryan Belands AKA Cloud to follow in his shoes. Had taught him how to fight. Use every weapons under the sun including his body. Had him made immortal at fifteen a Beautiful young assassin

In reality cloud was twenty-seven years old he had ran from home over ten years ago. He had a grab order out on him. Cloud was sure his sadist father didn't just want to say hi. He had had some hard lessons at a young age. His head had been fucked with badly. He trusted no one. didn't remember the last time he had.

When he ran with just the cloths on his back. He had to find a way to survive and considering the
lessons his father and his goons had provided him which he could do sex and pain. It pied very well. who the hell new he'd be so good at it. He had grown his hair added the dreadlocks, Bandana along with jewelry, makeup and put on some weight. He always wore shades when he went out and for ten years it had worked. He had always been comfortable. Had worked as a
hustler, Dancer, fast food, car thief, Street fighter, he had done lots of bad stuff but he was smart. He put money in the bank had a nice little nest egg for when he didn't want to work or couldn't bring himself to do it

He had some minor mental problems. He new this. He could turn on the charm. Become another
person. he was self-conscious of this it wasn't like a split personality. He just became cloud the sexy little street urchin. Willing to do it all for a price. Cloud was nothing like Ryan. Who did feel pain and wanted to be loved. like hell he would ask for it or give in to loving another. He had been there done that and been hurt beyond words. Ryan no longer looked for love. He decided love had found him worthless and there was little sense in searching for it

When cloud was at work Ryan could watch it all as if from afar. He saw how he was used .It seemed as though others saw fit to take this soft blond haired blue-eyed angel and hurt him both physically and mentally. Ryan had listened to Clouds screams of pain on many occasions. He saw the sadist lust that caused it (maybe he did have a split personality. He new what cloud felt and cloud new what he felt they were always attached in thoughts but Ryan didn't have to feel the pain. Cloud was willing to take it) He new no one gave a dame about him, hell he had even been killed by some of those Perverts who packed up and left quickly. Not knowing he was immortal.
It was such a faint trace that it revived him from death after about 8-10 Hours. he had woken up on a slab on more than a couple of occasions. He seemed to heal slowly compared to others he had come across But the good news was they couldn't detect him .So he didn't have to worry that they would kill him or investigate him further

In his whole life no one had cared. His mother had died when he was young. His father only wanted a pretty young assassin and used crewel messieurs to archive it. His father had broken numerous bones at the mere whim nothing more. Watched as he was raped, brutalized , hurt , even tortured him with his own hands. Love was something Ryan wanted no part of

When he did feel warmness toward another. It was a woman or a boy of around his appearance age or younger but he was always careful not to let it become love. He couldn't afford to love others. His feelings were always directed at ones he perceived as being of little threat. It was never an elder man. He would turn up the charm. play it bye ear to find their desires. He would cater to them. What ever they liked.

any time he had began to feel something. The tricks had ended that feeling. It wasn't hard to slip back in to Cloud mode when some one showed no concern or caring for you.

On several occasions he had a good trick. Some one he was starting to fall for. Who was a cuddlier. Then there would be the well placed words "thanks that was grate" or some comment about his being a hustler or "Here's a tip" or some other rude sex comment that was out of place. He could slip right back in to cloud and shrug it off, Hell couldn't people just slip him the cash and shut there mouth about it. I mean hell why talk after the deal was done. Couldn't they at least pretend a little. Not act like he was a worthless whore.

It always hurt to feel alone. The nice ones always cut so much deeper and Ryan always threatened to cry, but cloud was there pushing him back to that safe place where pain did not touch him.

Whispering soft words into his soul (hell maybe he was sicker than he thought) Because the only
person cloud loved was small sweet soft innocent Ryan and he still new some where down deep that it was all him the same person

Its Never the end with me!