"Weekend in the Bronx" ©1979-1998 Chaotic Works Inc. Nytshaed's first novel, written at the age of 15. It features the character that would later come to be known as AJ. A story centered on sex, drugs, and a deadly game of chicken. No part of the manuscript may be published, posted or reposted without explicit written permission by the Author. This story is of an Adult nature and is intended for persons over the age of 18.

"Well, it looks like you're not going to make it..." He said.

"What do you want from me?" I asked, starting to get nervous.

"Satisfaction in every way possible..." He replied.

I'd wanted to meet a guy, but this was ridiculous!

"If you come with me nice and easy like, I won't have to hurt you..."

Well, what else could I do?

"O.K., I'll be glad to go, just don't hurt me."

He said nothing, but pushed me ahead of him. He released his headlock on me, but still held the knife against me. I was scared stiff. I stopped for a second, but he soon pushed me forward again.

We turned up another dark alley, where we were joined by another boy. He too, walked behind me, talking to my captor. As I walked along, it dawned on me that I hadn't even seen his face yet. I started to turn my head to look at him, but at that split second, I tripped over something and almost went down. I stood there for a second of two, then started walking again. At that time I thought I felt water running down my side. As I reached around to wipe it off, I felt my whole side was wet As I brought my hand back into the dim light, I was horrified to see that it was covered with blood.

I didn't notice that I had stopped walking until he pushed me from behind, This time I didn't budge.

"Move." He said in a threatening tone. I still didn't move. I turned to face him instead. I couldn't make out his features too well, but I could see that the first inch or so of the knife had blood on it. I reached out and took hold of his hand and placed it against my side. He seemed quite upset as he pulled his hand back, and reached around to his back pocket. He pulled out a dark blue bandana folded like a headband. I could just imagine all the grime, dirt and germs it must have come in contact with, but I had to stop the bleeding fast. I moved my belt up around my waist to hold the bandage in place.

After a while longer, we finally reached our destination: an old abandoned hotel. We went around to the back and climbed in through a window. It was very dark inside, and full of cobwebs. I was the first one in, so I leaned against a wall, hoping they would lose me, but there wasn't a chance of it. One of them reached over and grabbed my arm and led me up two flights of stairs and into a room in the far back of the hotel. I felt one of them move past me in the dark, while the other continued to hold onto my arm.

Suddenly, I saw a lighter ignite, and light a large candle. It gave a small, eerie glow to the room. so I looked around. I saw two old mattresses on the floor, and a crate which on top held a drug addict's dream. Needles, spoons, capsules, a heroin cooker, razor blades, and small bottles filled with various liquids. There was also a baggy of assorted types of pills. I moved away from the window, and sat down on the mattress nearby. The next thing I knew, my two "friends" had walked over to me carrying the candle. One of them made me lay down on my unwounded side. As he started to remove the belt and the bandana, I could see how badly I was cut. It was a vertical cut about an inch in length. It had stopped bleeding, and there was dried blood all over my side. I just laid back down and closed my eyes, hoping this was all a bad dream.

I felt him take hold of my arm, and tie my belt around it very tightly just below my elbow. I didn't really get concerned until I heard the other returning. I opened my eyes just in time to see him jab a hypodermic needle into my arm. I immediately panicked, but I guess they had anticipated that, because the first one held me down until the other had finished giving me the shot. I remember him untying the belt, and patting me on the ass. He then threw a blanket or jacket over me, and left the room. Upon returning, he laid down beside me. It was then I dazed off into "dreamland".

I woke up the next morning feeling lousy. I looked around and found that both of them were gone. I tried to get up, but everything seemed to be spinning around. I fell back down onto the mattress, and slept a while longer.

I woke later to find one of the boys putting something on my side. I rolled away from him, but this only got me a punch to my head. I rolled back towards him, and permitted him to put some sort of salve on my side with a bandage to cover it. Where he got them from, I'll never know. Once again, I sat up.

"You've been out for two days. I thought you were dead, but you were still breathing." He said to me.

I asked him what his name was. He didn't answer, and walked over to the crate.

"What's your name?" I repeated.

Still no answer.

"I said, What's your name?!"

He turned around quickly, and threw a bottle at me.

"SHUT YOUR FUCKIN" MOUTH!!"

The bottle crashed against the wall to the right of me.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you mad." I said.

He said nothing in reply. He just walked over to me, and sat down on the mattress nest to me. I didn't even flinch when he started to put his hand up the back of my shirt. I guess he was trying to scare me, but I was used to that sort of thing.

"Where's the other guy?" I asked.

"He left yesterday."

"Oh, my name's Cat, what's yours?"

I didn't get an answer, just a mean stare. I was starting to get dizzy again, so I laid back down and closed my eyes. I could feel him trying to undo my jeans. I opened my eyes slightly, then closed then again. After he got the snap undone, and the zipper down, he walked over to the other side of the room and got a blanket. The room was almost totally dark because of the boarded-up windows. When he came back over to me, he pulled off my jeans. It was then I noticed my shoes were gone. I looked around real quick, and spotted them on the other side of the room.

By this time, he was undressed except for his underwear. I could see the large noticeable bulge through the thin material. He stepped over me, then laid down facing me. He pulled the blanket over the both of us, and took my shirt off, leaving me in just my bra and panties. He tried to take my bra off of me, but it was so difficult, he reached for his knife and cut it off.

The next thing I knew, we were both completely nude. I relaxed immensely when he started to massage my body all over. When he saw that I was completely at ease, he positioned himself on top of me, and slid one of his hands down between my legs. He began to push my legs apart, but only succeeded in moving them about two inches apart. Getting sort of impatient, he slapped the inside of my thigh, causing a good deal of pain. I quickly spread my legs apart good and far.

He began to kiss me and soon we were frenching vigorously. I began to groan, and make other noises in my throat. This seemed to really turn him on. He began a humping motion with his hips, and a second later he was in me. He was well built, and knew how to please. I came first, then he did, but neither of us wanted to stop.

We started kissing deeper in each others throats. He started to thrust harder in to me again, and after we both came a second time, we rolled onto our sides. Him behind me, and went to sleep.

After we woke up, we got dressed and decided to get something to eat. He suggested shooting up again, but I told him I wanted "real" food. He went out, and returned about an hour later with a six pack of beer, and a package of sliced lunch meat. After we had a bite to eat, I decided to get up and stretch my legs. I walked around the room a few times then sat down on the floor. I asked him if the other kid was coming back. He said "no", so I walked over to the other mattress, and pulled it on top of the other one.

"What the fuck did you do that for?!" He sounded real mad.

"The bed will be softer, try it." So, he laid down on the bed.

"You're right, it is."

"Why won't you tell me your name?" I asked him again. I expected to have to dodge another bottle, but he didn't throw anything. He just laid there, closed his eyes, and went to sleep.

When he woke up about an hour later, he seemed very displeased with me, I was sitting on the floor next to the crate arranging the pills according to color, size, and shape. He came over to see what I was doing.

"Stop fucking with the pills!!" He bellowed.

"The only thing I've been fucking with is you!" After I said that, I realized I probably should have kept my mouth shut. He scanned the top of the crate, and picked up two light blue ones.

"Do you know what these are?" He said in a threatening tone.

I said that I didn't.

"Well, you're gonna find out!" With that, he pinned me down on the floor, and tried to force me to take them. He tried to force my mouth open with his free hand. I struggled with him, but he was much stronger than I was.

"Open your mouth!"

I shook my head violently from side to side. He tried once again to force my mouth open , but he failed. I caught him off guard when I suddenly shoved him off of me, and made a dash for the door. It was locked. By this time, he had recovered, and was coming toward me with his knife. This really scared me. I tried to run past him towards the bed, but he grabbed hold of my arm. I flung myself down onto the bed, thus breaking his grip on me. I landed halfway on the bed, and by the time I had crawled all of the way on, he was pinning me down on my stomach. He put the tip of the knife against my side, then rolled me over onto my back and sat down on my hips. Next he moved the knife up under my throat. I didn't struggle with him this time. He opened my mouth and dropped the pills in. Then he grabbed a beer sitting next to the bed and poured it down my throat making me swallow. I started to choke, but he didn't stop until he was satisfied that I had swallowed them.

He got off of me, put the remainder of the beer down, and told me to come over to him. I stood up and got about half way to him before I collapsed. He started to laugh. "Get up." He commanded.

I couldn't even see straight, everything was blurry. I made one more effort to stand only to fall again. Once more he laughed. He stopped laughing when I went into convulsions ad he didn't know what to do. Finally, he picked me up and tossed me on the bed and left as fast as he could. I felt very hot. I must have had a very high fever. I tried to sleep, but had no luck. As I started to get up to try and get help, I passed out. When I awoke, I smelled a very funny smell. It must have been night time because the room was dark. I could hear people talking. I looked over and saw my captor smoking joints with another boy. I groaned and they both came over to me.

"Hey, who's she Tony?" Asked the other kid.

"She's just a friend."

"What is she doing here? I thought this was our place. You know, just us"

"I use her for various things. Don't worry, she won't give us any trouble, will ya Cat?" He said as he patted my cheek. I thought I was going to pass out again. Then it dawned on me that I now knew his name.

When I awoke the next morning, Tony was lying beside me with his hand around my waist and slightly into my pants. I felt 100% better and very calm. When Tony woke, he began to nibble on the back of my neck just below my ear. "Are you still alive?" He asked.

"No, I'm dead." I said sarcastically.

"OK." he said as he continued to nibble away. Then he began to put his hand lower and lower into my pants, and finally between my legs. He held on the the inner part of my thigh, I just laid there thinking how great it was to be alive.

"Well I'm getting up to get something to eat." I announced.

"No you're not. You'll get up when I say so." Was the reply.

"But I'm hungry." I pleaded.

"Just lie here and relax."

"Why won't you tell me your name? You must have one, and please don't get mad."

"I don't have one!"

"Yes you do, and I know what it is!" I think I had him worried there for a minute. But then he said he would have to kill me because no one knows his real name.

"Pity you found out actually."

"I think it's a nice name." I said hoping he would change his mind.

"Too bad I have to kill you now. I thought that I could have around for a while."

I couldn't believe this, all because of a stupid name.

"Would you like a fast or slow death?"

"You can't be serious!"

"I'm afraid I am Cat. I really liked you too." With this last statement he got out of the bed and walked over to the crate and picked up 4 or 5 pills, a beer, and his switchblade. He returned to the bed and sat down. "Well, fast or slow?"

"Please don't. I won't tell anyone, I promise." I said pleading again.

"I'm sorry, I just can't take that chance. He replied. "Just go to sleep and if you can't decide, I'll do the rest, OK?"

"No! Look, I don't think you're well. Why don't you rest a while?"

"And, have you kill me? NO WAY!"

What else could I do?

"OK, I'll take the slow way I guess."

"A few of these should do the job quite nicely." He said as he went back to get the right pills. I rolled over on my back and closed my eyes.

It had really been a pretty good life except for the last three or four years with with all the trouble I had with drugs and Peter. Peter, dear sweet Peter who really had loved me at one time or another, and all the other people who had helped me or hurt me during the past several years. Then, I started doing something I had not done in years, I started to pray. Well Peter was right. I would die in New York.

Tony soon returned with the pills and a can of Bud.

"Well, here you are Cat. Just take them one at a time with a little beer and lay down. You will either go into convulsions like you did before or just go off into a... um..."

"Coma right?"

"Yeah, that's it and you just won't wake up."

"OK let;s get it over with." Then I saw a seriousness in his eyes that I had never seen before. I took the majority of the pills he had brought, and gave him the rest.

"I won't need anymore."

I laid down and closed my eyes to await death. After I stopped breathing an hour later, Tony cried.

"I didn't think she'd actually do it..."