[GMOT]

CONTEST ENTRY
junjie zhang
rated pg-13
by gmot


TABLE
1. Dice
2. Fireflies
3. Blood
4. Sea
5. Glass

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01. dice

Vegas. Cigar smoke was heavy throughout the casino. Everyone's breath smelled of alcohol, including Junjie. The twenty-three year old had no interest in the machines, he headed straight for the tables. Talk about a city that never slept huh? Fuck New York, Los Vegas was far from a sleepy city.

He must have been entrapped in the casino for hours - there were no windows in which he could tell what time it was. He was at a table of a game of chance. "Come on, snake-eyes gimme snake-eyes." Drat, a four and a six. That was a thousand dollars gone, at this rate Junjie wasn't even gonna make it out of Vegas with his soul.

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02. fireflies

He was going to die here. Perhaps it was fitting, shot dead by a stray bullet in the dark forest. There was no way anyone was going to hear him if he shouted, he heard the hunter's footsteps get quieter and quieter as the agonizing minutes went on and on. It felt like hours.

He could see his life flash before his eyes, and what had he done with it? He escaped New York - the triad - just to die in a forest all alone. Then again, what was causing him to fight his heavy eyes? It'd be easier, the pain in his side would disappear if he just let them shut.

Then again, he didn't want to die. He wanted to live - see Vivien's face again, he finally thought he was doing something right in that relationship. See his cousins, eat another shitty non-New York bagel. He wanted to live, maybe. He wasn't even sure.

His eyes were fixated on the sky, it was hot and muggy, early summer. The lightening bugs were just starting to emerge from a year's sleep. Did they even sleep all year? Did they reproduce and die? Were these last year's offspring?

He reached out, ignoring the pain that coursed through his body and caught one in his hand. If he kept it in there, it'd die. It'd die just like him, helpless and alone. He supposed he could play a game, one last game, who would die first?

Junjie or the firefly?

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03. blood

A bat fell out of fifteen year old Junjie's hand. Blood was smeared everywhere, his white clothes were splattered with crimson as though some modern artiest would splatter paint. This was Junjie's first real job, for the triad. He was a criminal prodigy and it was clear to everyone around him. He was sent with two other guys, both in their early thirties. Junjie supposed they were there for if Junjie lost his cool, or mercy got the better side of him.

Perhaps they didn't know that Junjie had no mercy. The screams, the pleas, the promises of payment if they were just spared flew over his head. Those didn't matter. What mattered was getting the job down and that included killing to wenches who couldn't pay up on what they owed.

"I'm hungry, can we get something to eat?"

"Shouldn't you get changed first, Junjie?"

"Oh," he took a moment to look over his blood stained clothing. That would be a suspicious site, wouldn't it? He never knew blood could smell of something until now. "No." He wanted to stay like this a bit longer.

"You don't know shit. Junjie."

He blocked him out. This is where he belonged.

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04. sea

"The ocean?" The boy questioned. "Mother, why are we going to see the ocean?" He pestered her. What the young boy didn't seem to notice was that he lived on a small island, Manhattan. He had lived in the roaring, lit up, never sleeping city his whole life. He had seen the harbor, but never really thought much of it. He was afraid actually, he had never left the confines of the city - and now, the seven year old was on an adventure to Fire Island. His mother had rented a car and they were on the Brooklyn Bridge.

"Junjie, do you take the ocean for granted?"

"W-What?"

"Junjie, what do you take for granted? Me? Your father?" The bridge was now starting to shake violently. It broke apart, pieces of stone that had held in place for hundred years fell to the water with a great plop noise.

"Mother, what's happening?"

"Your fears, my son." Within moments, Junjie was no longer young, he was twenty three again sitting in the back of a car - quickly undoing his seat-belt in an attempt to get free before the car fell too. It was too late, they were falling - his mother had disappeared. He tried to scream but instead some inaudible noise came from his mouth.

He hit the water, soon it rushed in through all the little cracks and when he tried to open the door it would not budge. Water rushed down his throat and he couldn't breathe. He couldn't breathe. Panic overtook him and-

He shoot up, clenching the covers, drenched in sweat. It  was nothing but a nightmare, a nightmare of drowning. Junjie feared drowning.  He feared the unpredictable sea, for the sea was much like him but far superior.

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05. glass

Junjie sighed, he leaned over and cupped his chin. Life was boring, a tireless, endless cycle of the same note, tone, lyric - whatever you wanted to call it. The world was the same routine, you got up, brushed your teeth, did the same things as you did before,  then go to bed, and finally rinse and repeat the next day. That was life, until something, something so wonderful and dreadful all at the same time whisked you up and you fell on cloud nine. That, that being, that fiend who caused Junjie all these mixed feelings and caused him to anger, and happiness, and sadness was non other than a charming little immigrant, Vivien McBlondypants - who seemed to have no idea that Junjie had his eyes fixated on this kid for awhile.

He had never gathered up the courage to actually talk to him - though he had paid some informants to get some basic information about him, you know the usual, name, address, and date of birth. Junjie was hoping he could learn something - anything - about the boy from it. Junjie no matter how hard he tried, couldn't seem to exactly understand what Vivien was about and why he captured Junjie's gaze so much.

He was going to talk to him today, this he was sure of. He was going to somehow, someway get his point across. What did guys do when they liked other guys? Movies didn't prepare the Zhang for this. In all honesty, he didn't know why he picked a guy - or this random one for another matter! Junjie was the bad guy, the criminal, the mister danger, he had always had women falling at his feet but he pushed them aside. Never stealing more than a kiss from a girl. The idea of fucking actually made him want to vomit.

So Junjie waited outside of the shop, and waited, and waited, all the while watching the door, waiting for that angelic man to walk out of it. Soon enough his efforts paid off. "Vivien!" Junjie called out and was met with blue eyes, staring at him with pure confusion as he walked up to him.

Junjie's mouth was dry, his palms were sweaty, he was suddenly itchy, almost irritated.

"What do you want?"

Junjie shut his eyes. He didn't know what he wanted anymore. He couldn't say what he wanted, for he didn't know any longer. The other repeated himself and Junjie's fist clenched, nails dug into flesh, he was sure marks were beginning to form. Those blue eyes were looking through him like glass, like Vivien could see the monster that lay ready to blow right beneath the surface. A third time the other repeated himself and Junjie just snapped. His fist connected with the blond's jaw, and he fell down hard.

Junjie was on top of him in moments, fists pounding wildly and almost uncontrollably down on the withering body beneath him.  He couldn't control himself, his frustration, his feelings, all taken out on his unsuspecting victim - who in Junjie's mind deserved it. He should have seen it coming.

After the blond lay on the ground, unconscious and broken, Junjie took a mad dash for it. Though he took a moment to stop at a pay phone, he dialed it.

"911, what is your emergency?" The operator waited a moment until she spoke again. "Hello? Hello?"

"Yes, I would uh, like to report a man unconscious in front of sweetshop."

"Is he breathing?"

"He should be."

"Can you ch-" Junjie hung up the payphone with a slam, and stalked his way home. He thought about the boy, Vivien,  and his blue eyes that could look right through Junjie like glass. He could easily see the beast within, that was a fact.

(Notes: This is the first time that Junjie talked to Vivien, it's kinda a love at first site thing. Forgive me HIMA. IDK what I wrote.)

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