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      Published: 2016-08-21 Updated: 2017-07-12 Chapters: 2/? Words: 3862
****** Bittersweet Trap ******
by BloodRedMoonRobin
Summary
     In a church school Bishop Chris Argent takes in children who had it
     bad in their life
     His newest protege is Stiles, an 16 years old prostitute, who was
     found with the corpse of his dead client.
Notes
     Hi,
     I have honestly no idea how this happened
     I watched The Rite and here we are.
     This chapter is something I wrote sometime ago and then I thought it
     fits the story, so in the next chapter the story begins.
     Anyway I hope you like and enjoy it ;)
     Please comment and it's as always not beta read.
     Thanks for reading :)
***** Darkness *****
Darkness
When you let it in your
Heart
Be Careful
Or it Swallows you whole
It feeds on your very Soul
Your Heart
Your Being
You won't be able to recognize
Yourself anymore
You turn into something you never wanted to be
Or something you should have be from the
Begining
Something you always were Destinated to be
Once your drown in Darkness
There is no going back
But don't be afraid
Don't be afraid of Demons
Than even more you should fear Humans
They the real monsters
Humans create Monsters
They break Hearts
Kill with Words
And turn you into a Monster
They
Break
Betray
Bruise
Destroy
Bleed
Chain
Tear
Hurt
Kill
You
The Worst
When there no Strangers
When there Loved ones
Someone you Loved
Trusted
Felt save with
Cared for
It Hurtsthousand times More
You can't
Forget it
It
Hunts
Tortures
Burns
Craves
You
It Throws you into
Darkness
But yournot
Afraid
You Embrace it
Love it
Take it
You give Yourself
To it
You Die
You are
Reborn
With
A
Dark
Crippled
Scarred
Bleeding
Agonized
Soul
You're not You
Anymore
You're Different
You're Pure Darkness
You Smile
That's the
Real You
 
 
 
***** Chapter 1 God may help the lost souls *****
Chapter Notes
     Hi,
     I'm really sorry it took so long but I wanted to get this chapter
     right, anyway this is the first real chapter and the story begins
     here.
     As always it's not beta read so I apologize for mistakes.
     I hope you like and enjoyed ;)
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Chapter_1_God_may_help_the_lost_souls
 
The day had start out so good for Bishop Argent as he made his way to one of
his community members.
If he had only known what would await him there, he probably have stayed as far
as possible from this house this day.
But he didn't as he didn't. And so he didn't knew whether what he was about to
face nor about the consequences that would follow, as the blood that would be
shed with this fateful event.
Ignorant to all this he wandered to his destination, the dark clouded sky ready
to hail down and a chilly wind, giving him a gloomy feeling, he should have
listened to.
 
The sight of that unfolded before him when he opened the door with an
unexplainable bad feeling in his guts surpassed everything he could ever
imagine.
Bishop Argent had quite seen a lot in his life but nothing could ever compare
to the shocking, gruesome sight before his very eyes at this moment.
Which would still haunt him over the years in his nightmares.
In the middle of the blood splattered, rotten smelling, shattered living room
sat a boy.
He had his knees drawn to his chest and his arms wrapped around his knees, his
clothes dirty and torn. He had quite a few bruises as what he could see on his
face, his arms hands and he could only guess what might be on the parts he
couldn't see.
He had a seemly broken, bleeding nose and a busted lip.
His blank and soulless amber eyes were just coldly staring at the with blood
painted wall, shock evident on his face.
Not to mention that he was nearly completely covered in blood but didn't seemed
to notice it himself.
Then there was the corpse lying a few inches away from him, well parts from
what appeared to have been a body sometime ago. The body was ripped apart, like
the doing of an wild animal .
It was an indescribable horrifying sight. 
After Bishop Argent composed himself from the first shock, he slowly walked to
the boy who seemed more like a broken doll than a human.
His shoes left in the half dried sea of blood footprints, the rotten scent
becoming with every step he took even more unbearable so that he couldn't
understand how the boy could still just sit there without even to cringle a
bit.
When he stood beside the boy he frowned for a moment at sight of the
motionless, pale, not even blinking body fearing for a moment the boy might be
dead as well.
But to his relieve, even though the boy still hadn't moved an inch his worries
were busted when he noticed that the boy was indeed alive and breathing.
He fast took off his cape and laid it carefully around the boys shoulders, but
to his shock remainded the boy in his doll like state.
But they needed to leave this place.
He slowly kneed in front of him, noticing those still dead eyes, which seemed
to look right through at him, like he was not existence, just a ghost. It gave
him a chill.
He gently reached for those cold hands, carefully not startle the boy and held
them trying to rub some warmth in them.
The doll-like boy seemed so breakable, he feared he might break every moment
but he couldn't leave him there, so when he still didn't responded held his
hands tightly as he pulled them both up to their feet.
The only response he got from the boy was that he slid his hands out of his and
with shaking hands tightly held on the cape around his shoulder.
The boy was scared, he could feel it but at least he gave him a response at
last.
So the bishop carefully place a hand on his back and then carefully leaded the
boy, who seemed not even to notice he was walking, outside of this place so he
hadn't to remain there any longer, away from this gruesome place and the
corpse.
When he was sure that the boy was okay as far as okay he could be, he called
the police, but not leaving the boys side.
 
“ It's no use. The boy won't talk and we need to solve this case. “ Detective
Singer told him desperately.
“ Do you think he did it ? “ Bishop Argent asked quirking a brow. He didn't
believed it himself but he needed Bobby to confirm it. Bobby always had an
intuition for such cases.
Detective Singer sighed “ Honestly, no. He may be the only one on the crime
scene, but I don' t think he would be that stupid to just sit there and wait
until someone caught him. And it would have been impossible for him to kill him
since we found nowhere anything that could have been used as an weapon to rip
him apart like that. “ he explained to him.
“ So you think he witnessed the murder and could be an important witness to
you. “ Bishop Argent remarked.
Detective Singer rubbed the back of his neck “ Well yeah, alone the bruises he
has are evidence enough. My theory is that he surprised the killer and they got
into a fight. The killer than probably knocked him out in the progress and
thought he was dead. “ he reasoned “ That's why we need his testimony so bad.
He might be the only one who actually saw the killer. „
The bishop sighed „ But if he doesn't want to talk. „
Suddenly Bobby's eyes lit up „ You have experience with such cases, can't you
talk to him ? Maybe he opens up to you. “
Bishop Argent was silent for a moment not sure how to answer and if it was even
a good idea but then he looked at the boy, who still seemed so lost and nodded
“ I see what I can do. “
“ Thank you “ Detective Singer said, a fond smile on his lips, tapping his
shoulder.
 
At the police station Bishop Argent and the boy got a separated room to talk
without distribution.
They both sat on a table opposite to each other.
The boy looked a little better and less like an lifeless doll, but still
wouldn't say a word.
His clothes remained the same torn and bloody one but at least the blood on his
face and hands was wiped away.
A few minutes passed until the bishop decided to break the crushing silents.
He smiled fondly at him.” Hello, I'm Bishop Argent. What's your name ? “ he
asked carefully. Surprising to him the boy seemed to respond at this as he
looked at him with a little hint of light in his eyes and began to open his
mouth.
„ S..Stiles „ he mumbled so quietly he nearly couldn't catch it.
“ My n..name is S...Stiles, Stiles Winchester. “ Stiles stuttered, but this
time loud enough to hear it.
Bishop Argent's eyes lit up at that “ Stiles, how old are you ? “ he asked even
though he could see that Stiles was still a child.
Stiles rasped “ I'm sixteen. “
- So young and yet he had to experience something so horrible, Bishop Argent
thought.
Bishop Argent cleared his throat “ What have you been doing there ? ”
Suddenly Stiles changed his whole posture
“ I'm a hooker. He was my client “ the boy stated without hesitation, but with
something bitter in his voice.
He found it incredible sad that a young boy like Stiles sold himself, he could
only imagine what forced his life to take such a turn.
“ Do your parents know about what you do ? “ he had to ask he wanted to
understand Stiles reasons.
“ My dad died when I was ten. “ Stiles told him, gritting his teeth, his body
tensed.
“ I'm sorry. What about you're mother ? “ Bishop Argent asked, regretting this
words as soon as they left his mouth. Because Stiles eyes now wore an mixture
out of pain, grief and anger. Stiles took an breath, it was obvious to a blind
man that he felt uncomfortable talking about it. Alone his body language spoke
associations.
'' My Mother? '' Stiles snorted '' My Mother..a..abandoned and b..betrayed
me.'' Stiles stammered, tears welling in his eyes.
„ What happened ? „
A bitter look evident in his face “My mother let me fall for my step-father „
- Bishop Argent could only guess what would come next.
„ Tell me what happened „ were the only words he could think of.
„ You want to know what happened ?! „ he spat
„ Yes „ the older answered honestly, he really wanted to know it.
„ Why ? „ the boy asked with a sadness in his eyes as if no one ever had
listened to him or asked him if he was fine or troubled.
The bishop smiled fondly at him, knowing it wouldn't help „ Because I want to
understand and help you. Is this so hard to to believe ? „
Stiles looked away and a moment of silence passed until he spoke again.
„ Not even my mother listened to me „
„ But I will „ he said reassuring
Stiles turned back to him intensively studying his eyes of any lies or
falsehood in it when he seemed not to find anything than pure honesty in them
he bit his bruised lip, a little blood welling out of it.
„ You will regret it „ he told him broken.
When Chris didn't said anything in response and waited for Stiles to tell him
anything or not, Stiles closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
“ At first he was just casual touching me or making nasty and disgusting
remarks. Well.. this was until one night when I was twelve. „ he began, clearly
hurt by recalling this.
„ He came while my mother was sleeping into my room, he covered my mouth so I
couldn't shriek and … violently r..raped me. “ Stiles spat desperately trying
to hold back his tears, gritting his teeth.
- God he didn't deserve this.
“ I told her that my Stepfather raped me. At first she laughed....she took it
for a bad joke.
I then assured her that I wasn't joking, well.. I tried. “ Stiles clenched his
hands into fists.
„ She then realized that I wasn't joking and shoot me a glare so cold and angry
I never saw on her before. She accused me that I would be lying at her because
I didn't wanted her to be happy. “ his expression became even more pained as he
continued, sobbing
“ I tried to make her believe me. I tried to make her understand that I wasn't
lying and wished for her happiness. But she wouldn't listen to me ! She just
didn't wanted to accept the truth. But it hurted so much that she wouldn't
believe me. “ he couldn't held his tears back any longer, his tears rolling
down his cheeks, showing he since a long time hasn't showed his feelings.
It hurted Bishop Argent to see Stiles like this.
He felt like he needed to save this child somehow.
Bishop Argent cleared his throat “ Did you hate her for it ? “ He didn't know
why he asked this.
Stiles looked at him and huffed “ No, I mean not at that time. I mean.. I
hadn't any evidence so it was hard to believe it, but I still felt betrayed. I
began to hate her when one day my mother was at work and I was left alone with
my stepfather. “
Stiles gulped “ He pushed me onto the floor, pinned my hands above my head and
hovered over me. I can still smell his like vodka, foul stinking breath. I
tried to break free, struggled and fighted against him but he was too strong.
The more I struggled the angrier he got so he beat me up, breaking my nose in
the progress, so I could taste my own blood.
He tore my clothes and raped me merciless. It hurted like hell. “ It looked
like Stiles would relive it all over again. “ My mother than came home and saw
him raping me. I cried and was relieved because I thought she would stop him, I
begged her to help me. But she didn't. She just stared at me then closed the
door and let him keep raping me! “ Stiles yelled clenching his fists even
tighter drawing blood.
He laughed bitterly '' She accused me later that I seduced him. “ME! SEDUCING
HIM !”
“ It was like she hadn't saw it at all.” Stiles told him broken. “ And to top
it she blamed me afterwards “
“ B..But she... she was the one who just stared at me ! And then turned away !
I was begging and shrieking for help but she just turned away and let him fuck
me as he pleased! And then she had the nerves to tell me I seduced him! “  he
continued his rage boiling.
“ I needed her! She should have protected me! But she just turned away! She
left me! She choosed her own selfish needs over me! She choosed this drunk,
abusive dirty douchebag over me! She abandoned me!”Stiles hissed
He chuckled darkly“ I resented her for that and I couldn't bear all those
anymore so I ran away.
But no one ever leaves my step-father, I was his property in his eyes and he
would never let his property go. “ he paused “ Even though I ran away I
couldn't start anew and even though I got away I never would be free. So I sold
myself since every job I would have took had made him find me. I couldn't get
an apartment and lived on the street. “ Stiles added the tears still didn't
stopped.
Bishop Argent sighed “ How could you survive that long on the street ? “
Stiles shrugged '' Sometimes I would sleep by a client for a few days or in an
abandoned building, if I had a good night I would stay for an night under an
false name in a motel. “ the broken boy explained.
“ The irony about this is, that I ran away from home to escape my stepfather
but afterwards I needed to have sex with an bunch of different guys for a
living. I needed to do what I hated the most and wanted to escape from. “
Stiles laughed, tears streaming down his face “ So it was pointless after all,
don't you think ? Destiny is an lousy traitor after all. In the end I just got
from one hell to another and never truly escaped. I just lived in the delusion
of it. I am just too stupid. Am I? ''
Bishop Argent shook his head “ No, you're not. “ he replied.
That seemed to surprise Stiles then he looked up to him, for the first time
really seeing him with this puffed, misty, pained and confused eyes.
“ You couldn't take it anymore and God knows no one should go through the same
terrible things you had to go through, so you escaped. That makes you
incredible strong and brave. “ he added “ You wanted to survive that is normal
human instinct and life left your no choice. I know these words won't change
anything and I can only guess what you had to go through the past years. But
it's not your fault in truth it's a wonder that you're still alive. If someone
is at fault then it's your mother's for not helping you, choosing her desires
over her responsibility and your stepfather's. “ he told him trying to comfort
him, even if he wasn't sure that anything could close those deep wounds in his
heart and soul.
What Stiles then said hit him quite unexpected.
“ Bishop your pity and empathy comes too late “ he paused “ far too late. I
can't be saved “ Stiles said out of the blue.
Bishop Argent was taken aback by this how could he think it was too late.
Nothing of this was his fault in truth what he saw was an innocent soul who was
tortured and crippled from humans that were worse than monsters and demons.
He needed to save this poor boy and certainly would, he suffered enough. He
deserved to be happy.
“ It's not too late. God letting us both cross paths proofs it “ the bishop
began “ You don't have to go back to the street and this life of agony. If you
want to you can come with me. I stay in a school where children live who had it
hard in life like you. If you want to you can come with me. It will provide you
a home and a chance in life you hadn't till now and I can assure you that no
one will hurt you ever again and your step father can't find you. “ he offered,
reaching out his hand for the boy to take.
Stiles broke out in tears again, it confirmed his suspicion that no one ever
seemed to care for him or reached out his hand to him in order to help him, not
to use or violate him.
Stiles after a while just nodded and took Chris hand with his shaking hand, not
stopping crying.
 
After that Stiles was in the presence of Bishop Argent asked by Detective
Singer about the incident after it was clear that he probably because of the
shock couldn't remember anything about the incident expect for that he visited
him as the victim was one of his clients, which still left a bitter taste to
Bishop Argent.
The only thing Stiles could remember was that he woke up in the room as it was
when he was found, already blood smeared and bruised with the corpse to his
feet.
 
When they could leave Bishop Argent took Stiles with him to his new home.
On their way there Stiles spoke again no word, his eyes became blank again only
one thing he did and this was singing a melody that sounded like a lullaby but
Bishop Argent wasn't sure of it.
It had began to rain in the meantime and the cold rain slowly washed away the
dirt and blood on Stiles while a little shaky he walked to the big entrance of
the school or more-likely orphanage.
But he didn't seemed to mind it before entering he muttered “ Only the rain can
hide my tears. “
Bishop Argent wanted to slowly lay his hand on his back so he could guide him
but understanding Stiles immediately flinched away.
In the big empty halls their steps echoed neither of them saying anything until
they reached a big only room at the end of the hall.
“ This is temporary your new room. “ the older explained “ So you can have some
rest “
Stiles just nodded and entered the room. After a little looking around he sat
on the bed, when the bishop approached him he tensed and fear glittered through
his wet eyes. He took that for a sign and backed off a little. Stiles relaxed
visible at this but decided to still not let his guard down.
“ I will let you bring some clothes from Ellen she is the mother superior here
and will help you if you need something. “ he told with a small smile.
Stiles didn't responded and he took his leave on the door frame, he heard a
little “ Thank you “.
Ellen then came to take care of the new protege and really carefully treated
him like was made out of glass. She got Stiles got new clothes, let him take a
shower where she saw on his whole body bruises, lighter scars and really
horrifying, deep scars. After that even though she wanted to ask she remained
silent about all those wounds and carefully took care of the fresh wounds, his
busted lip and bleeding nose which was luckily not broken. It was not easy to
do this as Stiles shivered whenever she tried to touch him but he only really
seemed discomforted with it when she accidentally while cleaning a wound
touched something like a tattoo no it was a burn mark.
When she was finished she took her leave while Stiles dressed himself.
„ Good Night „ were her only words to him as she left the room and Stiles to
himself.
Stiles laid in the warm bed tugging the blanket over himself and fell into a
deep sleep for the first time in years.
 
For the night Stiles had a single room for himself where he could rest but
Bishop Argent already planed on, after Stiles lived himself in, putting him in
a room together with Scott.
He was sure they would get along.
 
The next morning Stiles sat in his office retrieving a school uniform, school
material and several books.
After Bishop explained Stiles how his new life in his new home would be.
Stiles looked at him still a little scared and lost “ I thank you for your
kindness but I don't know if I belong here. I mean I was just a hooker and
haven't been in school for two years. “
Bishop Argent smiled sadly at him “ And what about it ? “ he shrugged.
Stiles frowned “ This is a church school and I have blown a few guys a day for
a living just two days ago. “ he exclaimed.
The older sighed “ Stiles, believe me your past doesn't matter. Here are others
who have their baggage to carry just like you and I already told you that you
did nothing wrong. “
Stiles rolled his eyes “ I'm not so sure about it “
“ Give it some time. Live yourself in and get to know the people here and you
will see everything is going to be alright “
Stiles huffed “ I will try. “ he replied, it was clear that he couldn't trust
people so easily anymore and kept distance to them. It would take a lot of time
until he could at least a little trust people again and would be able to open
up his heart a little.
Bishop Argents eyes lit up “ I wouldn't ask for more. “ he said.
He would pray for this poor lost soul to find it's way back again.
 
 
Chapter End Notes
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     Anyway the next chapters will follow much sooner so that I will
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