"All the worlds a stage, and all the men and women in it are merely players"

Vessy was 13 when he first heard this quote of the mesmerizing Shakespeare.
He was also 20 when he decided to become a player of many methods.

Picture perfect Sylvester Mann could do wrong. So when he met Wolf his life changed.
That in itself is a whole other love story for another short story haha.

Come now.

The character he chose to emanate proved to be one that the city was not ready for. The middle school teacher everyone wanted to befriend had also discovered he was cute.

Vessy had never thought of himself as cute, until some work friend took him to the gay bars around the Rock. This is where Vessy would discover the men, music and meth.
By night he would be dancing and partying all for fun of course and by day a teacher of no sin!

There was a masquerade night at one of the hot spots that summer, where Vessy would meet the dark Angel, as he could call him.
Vessy wore a red velvet suit with a black Diamond encased mask to swoon all the wanna be players in his dirty game of sexual fantasies.

"Theatre!
What?
You asked what inspired my attire, and I replied Theatre!
Ahhh, alright then. How old are you Mr. Velvet Theatre?
For a second it sounded as though you said scarlet fever, which is what I'm hoping to give you after you fuck the velvet off me later! "

Vessy had walked into the club and instantly was eye fucked by this tall dark haired Italian stallion. The man need no mask as his angelic evil desire was implanted or echoed in his very being. The man had an aura of him that rallied the gods of the underworld.

The dark Angel opens the door to his mansion where he describes his family has a very rich hostel history with the Dhalia Diamonds and so this explains the lavish estate to one Sylvester Mann.
They enter his master suit, for entertaining as he called it. The room was completely white, with a king sized black metal bed in the far right corner of the room. Black bear skin on the floor next to a cabinet cage and directly underneath the wall of restraints.
The two men started off with some bumps, but not bumps they were used too as the angelic man was sold something new on this night.

Soon Vessy would find him self attached to grips clipped off the white wall. His feet firmly in paced on the bear skin rug and his ass being threatened by not only this man's throbbing cock, but also a salty firm whip with an every lasting sting.

The whip was dipped in sea salt for its sting, and the gaping wound well could be healed so to speak.
The two men would perch themselves up on the bondage cross too the left of the king.
All the while the men engaged in more bumps from the nose burning chemicals and exchanged raw skin on skin adventures.

The next afternoon Vessy discovered he had still been awake as he began to come down. The white sex room now had the two men's fluids caked to the rugs, walls and the inner of their arses!

"You can call me Ansel!
You can order up some more of whatever that was and let's go again!"

Vessy met Ansel, and together they met methamphetamine.
That weekend Vessy gifted Ansel an art piece and called it even.

The two men would play here and there and their spark was frightening. ACT 1

Randy's apartment once had all beautiful furniture. Nice war pieces and memorabilia from his days on tour. A picture of his son sat upon the mantle. He had a dart board still hung by the back balcony door with a picture of Uncle Sam encouraging war as its target.
Every single day, Randy would wake up to the bomb going off. At night the images continued but grew increasingly visual.

Randy had begun to seek help from doctors who simply medicated him with the next best thing for insomnia.
He had just been carted upstairs by the lobby chauffeur and plunked into bed.

Drool oozes from his piss ass lips as he can barely muster another word. Randy had begun to be known as piss ass by the neighbors in the building. Piss ass who plays hood piano!

Bobby knocked on Randy's door and the good cop stumbled to let him in.
   "How about that! Ain't that some shit, you calling me. Me of all people sergeant Le'Hyrondelle!
Shut the fuck up Bobby, can ya help me or not?"

ACT 1 for Randy and Bobby played out just as this testimony goes.....

" he decided he wanted to party that night. And so I went over and I met up with them and decided why not. You see Sergeant Lahi Rendell had never called me to party before no sergeant like Hirondelle decided he would lower himself to my standards, and trying to scape reality, I took pity on Randi serious kind of boring lack of a human being, but he had become he appeared to be sad to me. I don't regret what we did that night but I seen him and I felt him like I felt myself once before!

"Randy  wanted cocaine I didn't have that I decided I was going to party with heroin. Randy thought he could try that too. I told Randy that wasn't a good idea and that I'd still order him some cocaine. Randy begged me and begged me to take away the pain inside his mind as he wanted to experience what I was experiencing, he begged me again and again.

I finally gave in and decided to give them about you know a 10th of a point a very small hit. I rigged him up, tied up his arm got a clean syringe cut the water mixed it up. Got the spoon. I lit up the spoon. Randy's s eyes gazed open, almost as though he was in a startled, but sober state. He watched me inject a needle into the spoon. The liquid get sucked up, drop by drop into the syringe . Hazy kind of dark liquid. That's what it looks like. Underneath a little candle, which was the lighter.
So I rigged him up and shot him up with the tiny dose. I took a full point and began to phase out. Randy, being a first time user wanted to try some more. I was slowly slipping into the state of which I call normal relevance. Randy watched me and begged me again and beg me again, and begged me again to give him another shot. So I did, and I gave him a full shot.

This was no stage play. This wasn't something you read in the books. What I seen was a man who was destroyed by the army laying on the floor in his own vomit. After he almost overdosed the first time he took heroin. What would turn out to be the beginning of this act for Randy Would only take him on a trip that he never experienced of having a trip that would make him take away everything that he'd ever live for and become obsessed with this man by name of Enzo Hanson.
Randy became a regular customer, and I became a proud dealer! I introduced Randy to the next great love of his life, and that's why I sit here today on the stand explaining my actions.

Listen, I didn't start this club. I didn't want this to happen to people. This has never happened to me! These fucking people are weak, turns out not as strong as others not as strong as me. Here I sit, taking blame for handing out happiness.

You refer to it as a club kind of like some sort of sorority is that correct Bobby?
   Yeah man, it's a club club that none of us ever would've thought we belong to a swear I never do drugs I swore I never hurt people. I swear I never meant to kill Randy!
      And yet here you sit Bobby playing victim to the deaths of a few people here on Cordeiro rock. Looks like this is the climax to your story, but how is it going to end Bobby? How is it going to end?

The students all act surprised and out played as they awoke that next day to find their friend dead in the pool.
Annie had accidentally killed someone with what ever Prescription she popped in the bubbly!
Howard knew she had something to do with it and so he went and broke up with her.

Everyone was hazy and no one wanted yo be there and everyone's parents were called!

Billy took Annie and wrapped her in his warmth of debauchery and fled the scene. Kane drove Howard to an all night diner and they just sat there stunned by last nights events. Lanes parents wouldn't stop calling. Where as Howards were quite busy and quite possibly not even in town.

Crista Secord kisses her son on his forehead and leaves him in the diner sitting at the main counter.
You see this counter is the very same spot his mom told him that daddy would t ever be coming home again. Crista often left her son alone to his own devices because she had to work.

The Secord family was working class and week respected in Cordeiro Rock.  Crista's son Bobby was a loner who didn't make friends easily. In fact he couldn't even find the courage to tame his stutter. Bobby was a recluse with ADHD and paid no attention to the outside world.

Bobby is eighteen in this moment.
Bobby is impressionable because of his state.
Bobby is curious as Winnie the Pooh.
And with a little honey, Bobby made a friend that night.
Remember kids not everyone you meet is a kind soul- people will step on or over you to get what they want in life.
On this night Bobby lost his innocence and robbed others of theirs as though he had engulfed himself in flames of evil.

Crista Secord was dating Tech Millionaire Alfie Stevens and Alfie wanted nuisance Bobby to get a hobby. It cured Bobby's ADHD and kept him high for years to come! 

His Act 1