Heyyyy ! May I request a drabble of the time when Jack escapes from Lawrence and Alicia gets him 👀
AGH I am so so sorry it took me sooo long to get to this! XD I just realised how I have barely written in Jack’s perspective so here is some Jack content. I’m sorry this is short, I just didn't want it to drag onnnnn :D bUuuuuuuuut here it is!!!
So just to put it out there, Jack is called Dylan in this because his previous owner, Lawrence called him that :P =￣ω￣=
CW: mention of past wounds / not a lot whumpy tbhh / semi-broke whumpee / scared boi :D
Dylan ran. He ran for his life, feeling his heart thumping so hard, as if it was about to rip out from his chest. He pumped his arms and legs, his breathing uneven. There were no shouts from behind him, and no gunshots or threats. Was he free?
All he had to do was remove the tracking chip from his arm and he was free. God! If he had known that a while back, he would've been free ages ago.
He had no clue where he was going, he didn't even know where he was. Lawrence’s house was in the middle of nowhere, but that didn't stop Dylan from continuing his sprint, picking up the pace slightly.
He couldn't get caught, no, not yet. Not after everything he had risked. He would be dead if he got caught. A shiver sent down his back at the thoughts of what Lawrence would do to him. No, keep running! He panted and heaved, he hadn't ran so much for years, his body already ached. He slowed his pace slightly.
He soon slowed down to a fast walk once he was sure that Lawrence wasn't chasing him. He looked at the sky, it was a dark blue. Some birds flew high over the tree. It was beautiful. He missed the outside. It had been so long since he felt the fresh air blow against his face. Since he heard the leaves brush softly against each other.
The trees soon came to an end and there was a highway. He hadn't expected it. He let out a cry as a car suddenly appeared in front of him, speeding by. This car was soon followed by another, and another. The car beeped loud and Dylan fell to the pavement, hitting his head against the low stone wall.
He couldn't breathe, he quickly curled up in a ball, tucking his head in between his knees. He couldn't breathe. A hand pressed against his head, making let out even more of a cry. Lawrence, Lawrence found him! No! He was going to kill him!!!!
He jumped as he heard a woman’s voice, his head snapped up to meet eyes with hers. She looked quite young, maybe mid-twenties, not too much older as Dylan himself. She smiled, “Oh honey, look at you, what happened, baby?”
Dylan sniffled and sobbed, “I- I- I’m not ready!!!” The woman chuckled when she saw his brand as his shirt was lifted slightly, “Oh honey, it's okay, shh, ahh. Do you want to come home with me? Look at all these wounds that haven't been taken care of properly! Oh you poor bunny, cmon, let's get you up!”
Dylan found himself letting the woman pick him up. “I’m Alicia,” She smiled. “D-Dylan.” Alicia’s face scrunched up, making Dylan flinch, she wasn't impressed with him. “Hmm, no, we’ll change that. It doesn't suit you.” Dylan hung his head, “Y-yes ma’am.”
Alicia turned to him and booped him on the nose, “Hey, don't be so glum! It’s not your fault! Now, let’s bring you home, get you cleaned up and bring you to a friend of mine!” Dylan’s heart lightened, she wanted to show him off! He smiled and nodded quickly. Alicia smiled back, “You're going to look gorgeous! Now, I’ll need to tie your wrists just to be sure, okay?”
Dylan nodded quickly. “Good! Now, my car is only five minutes away, can you walk?” Dylan looked at the cars which zoomed by him rapidly, the noises were so loud, but he nodded. Alicia chuckled and ruffled his hair again, “Good!” She lifted him up and placed an arm around his waist and started walking.
Dylan had to limp, his legs felt like jelly from all of the running. The walk was agonizing, Alicia was subconsciously digging her fingers into his bruised ribs, or was that on purpose… His brain was too foggy to think, he just wanted to lie down! But soon his prayers were answered when they eventually reached Alicia’s car.
Alicia opened the passenger seat and gently put Dylan inside. “Arms,” Alicia ordered. Dylan didn't hesitate in putting his arms forward, wrists together. Alicia got out duct tape from the glove compartment and wrapped layers over Dylan’s wrists, securing them. Dylan didn't even bother testing if he could escape from them. The dark red colour of his hands told him so.
He wouldn't run away anyway. Alicia seemed really nice, and safe. Much much better than Lawrence. She got into the driver's seat and sighed, “Alrighty, let's go home!” The car drove steadily along the road. Dylan gazed out of the window, studying the great outside world. There was life! People who actually lived their own lives! They were free… -no, I belong here, owned by someone. I'm grateful to have someone who wants to take me in.
His mind stopped running eventually and he fell fast asleep. Alicia looked over to him and chuckled, she was going to have fun with him.
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Zeb wasn’t sure what woke him up. Did he have a bad dream? Was it the strange rustling sound above him?
Or was it the low moan, like someone was in pain?
Blinking the sleep out of his eyes, Zeb frowned, waiting to see if he heard it again. After a long stretch of silence, he shrugged it off as being his imagination. Zeb closed his eyes again to go back to sleep.
“No...”
That was definitely not his imagination. Zeb sat up, frowning as he gazed upward. “Kid? You alright?”
Ezra didn’t respond, but Zeb could hear him moving, like he was rolling around in his sleep. Zeb bit his lip, debating what he should. It’s not like they really knew each other. The Lothrat had only joined up a few days ago. Truth be told, Zeb would have rather the kid bunked with Kanan, but he had seniority, which apparently meant Zeb was stuck with a new bunkmate.
There was another moan. “No...”
Zeb sighed. There was no way he was going to be able to sleep while the kid was moaning and groaning. He got up from his bunk with a loud sigh. It was dark, but he could see Ezra tossing and turning with a frown on his face. Zeb put a hand on his shoulder. “Kid, wake up.”
Ezra flinched away from his hand, his eyes snapping open. He hardly looked at Zeb before he flung his arms up above his head. “No, stop! I-I’ll find a way to pay you back! I promise!”
“HEY!” Zeb barked, trying to snap Ezra out of it.
Ezra froze. A moment later, he lowered his arms, gazing up at the Lasat.
“Know where you are, kid?” Zeb asked carefully.
Ezra slowly nodded. Even in the dark, Zeb could see that he was blushing in embarrassment.
Zeb rubbed the back of his head. He felt like he should say something. Should he try and comfort the kid? “You... wanna talk about it...?” he offered hesitantly.
“No,” Ezra said firmly. He turned his back to Zeb, wrapping his blanket tightly around himself. “Sorry I woke you up,” he mumbled.
Zeb stared at the kid’s back for a moment. “It’s fine...”
The kid didn’t respond, so Zeb went to lie back down on his bunk. Settling in, he stared at the durasteel above him. He knew Ezra had been a street rat, but he honestly hadn’t thought much of it. However, now all he could focus on was how young Ezra was. He was really still just a kit. And there must have been all matter of people who would take advantage of a child like him.
“You’re safe now,” Zeb said quietly. It was an impulse, like it was something that needed to be said.
Silence was his only answer. The kid must have already fallen back asleep. With a soft sigh, Zeb closed his eyes to follow suit.
