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Caged	By : Jackee Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > 30 Seconds to Mars Views: 2248 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrity I am writing about. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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WILL CHANGE CATEGORY TO 30 SECONDS TO MARS ONCE SHANNON ENTERS THE STORY. Until then it'll be here in the Celebrity crossover section.

Been working on this story for several months and I know it will upset some people and if you're one of them - don't read it if you don't like it, simple as that.

NOVEMBER 30, 2009: I've gone through these first 2 chapters and rewritten fairly large parts of them!! The 3rd chapter is finished but won't be added here until I'm atleast half-way through with ch 4 (yeah, I'm a slow writer), thanks for your patience.. ^^;
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Title: Caged
Author: Jackie
Over-all Rating: Adult / NC-17
Rating for First Chapter: PG-13, i think.
Pairings: Nicolas Cage/Jared Leto, others/Jared Leto (will be Shannon/Jared later) None this chapter.
Summary: Completely AU. After unexpectedly losing his dad, Jared grows up as more or less the property of his dad’s boss, Nicolas Cage.
Warnings in future chapters: Non-consensual/dub con actions with under-aged people, incest (not yet for awhile, though), slight bisexuality
Disclaimer: I don’t know Jared or the other people mentioned in this story, I don’t know their sexual preferences and I don’t mean any disrespect to them. This is purely fiction and has never happened.
Author’s Note: The first chapter takes place during the mid 90’s, Jared is about 12 years old. Nothing of a mature nature happens in this chapter. Answers to everything will come in future chapters. Not beta-read.
And messing around with everyone’s ages ftw.

Part One.

It was a quick work by now; the basement window opened up easily for the skinny boy as it hadn’t been locked for months. He glanced around, making sure that no one saw him before he hurriedly crawled through it and landed gracefully on the floor below. Not needing to look around his surroundings so much anymore, he almost immediately found a small wooden table and dragged it into position under the window so he could exit the same way later. He didn’t care how much sound he made, he knew there was no one else in the house at the time. Climbing up on the table, he made sure the window closed enough to not cause suspicion if someone for some unknown reason strolled by but still easy to fling open if he needed to escape in a hurry. Sometimes his stays took longer than he’d expected.

The boy rubbed his hands on his jeans to get rid of the thin layer of dust; he found it strange how the family had yet to discover that the table shifted positions from time to time (perhaps they thought the house was haunted, or maybe each of them thought the other did it but never brought it up), but leaving hand marks over the place would have been a too obvious sign of an intruder.

He made his way up the stairs and through the door that led to the hallway, making sure it was wide open. The familiar sights greeted him and he took a deep breath to smell the homely scent that the house was filled with. The lady seemed to have baked something before she left, there was a delicious scent lingering from the kitchen. Chocolate, he identified. Possibly chocolate cupcakes.

Mr. Cage never let him or the other boys eat sweets. Bad for both your health and morality, he said.

The boy scoffed. What the heck did Cage know about morality? His tummy growled, demanding some sweets this very instant, and he made his way into the kitchen at the end of the hall. Along the way he glanced up at the large photo frames decorating the walls and the smaller ones that stood upon the petite tables placed along the way. He slowed his pace as he looked at every one of them. He’d seen them seemingly a thousand times before, but he felt comforted by looking at their bright smiles, the happy twinkles in their eyes, as they gazed upon him lovingly.

Well, he always pretended they were looking at him. It made him yearn for a family of his own, but nevertheless it was a good feeling to have those facial expressions directed at him. The lady of the house looked like she was a loving and caring woman, from what he’d seen of her when he’d been hiding at a distance and waiting for them to vacate the house, she looked to be at least fifty years old but on the photographs she looked much younger for the most part. She had shoulder-length strawberry-blonde hair and green eyes and she reminded him so much of his own mother (or rather the little he could remember of her). Her husband looked like a kind man, he had gray hair and charming wrinkles at the corners of his eyes when he smiled but the boy didn’t like him at all. The man worked for Mr. Cage and thus couldn’t be as kind as the photographs made him out to be. The couple had two beautiful children that had grown up and moved out.

The boy stopped suddenly as he noticed a difference. A new photo had been placed upon a small table, depicting a newborn baby.

He didn’t know what he felt inside, the feelings mixed and twisted inside of him – happiness for the family for the grandchild as well as an immense jealousy that a baby was going to grow up with a loving family while he would be stuck with Mr. Cage for god knew how long.

He bit his lip and continued into the kitchen. As expected, there was a plate with newly made chocolate cupcakes cooling off under a thin napkin on the kitchen table. They probably expected visitors today, perhaps their son or daughter whom had just become a parent. But the boy preferred to tell himself that the cupcakes were made for him, as if the lady would say, ‘Welcome, have a cupcake and enjoy yourself while we’re out for awhile’. He grabbed a cupcake and started to make his way over to the sink to eat it, to make sure he wouldn’t leave crumbles, when a sudden thought struck him and he grabbed another one.

He placed both of them on the sink before looking through the cabinets in search of plastic bags, and finding it he put one of the cupcakes in it; he’d give it to his best friend Jake later. He ate his cupcake slowly, savouring the creamy taste and loving how it seemed to melt on his tongue, before turning on the water tap. He made sure to wash his mouth thoroughly, hoping that there wouldn’t be any tell-tale smudges of the chocolate on him. He didn’t want Mr. Cage to find out that he had been eating sweets in case one of the guards or the other boys noticed it on him; the man could get brutal when his rules were disobeyed.

The boy smirked. Sometimes the fruits of breaking the rules really were worth the punishments he’d get if he was found out (which wasn’t quite often, thank goodness). He didn’t even want to imagine what sort of punishment he’d get if Cage would find out that he’d been sneaking out of the small mansion, none the less breaking and entering a house like this. But he’d probably do it all over again anyway; he needed this temporary escape.

Satisfied with how clean his mouth seemed to be, he took the bag with Jake’s cupcake and made his way into the livingroom. It wasn’t overly large but spacious with big windows that really took advantage of the sunlight. He sat down on the thick white rug in the middle of the room and let out a contented sigh as he closed his eyes, enjoying the comforting emotions surrounding him in and out. There were gorgeous well-nourished plants placed almost everywhere, adding a sweet scent to the room. Again there were some large photo frames hanging on the walls, but also a few paintings depicting stunning nature landscapes. At one wall stood a dark green leather couch with a small glass table in front of it, on the opposite wall was a television. A large wooden bookcase covered the entire third wall and it was filled with books, all placed in symmetric order. They were incredibly fascinating and he more often than not found himself looking through the books instead of watching tv, even though he couldn’t read.

Well, not that much anyway.

One of the older boys, Ryan, was teaching the other ones some words every now and then when they made sure Cage or the guards weren’t around. Ryan had admitted that he didn’t know much, as his father hadn’t been able to teach him for long before he’d died, but it was better than nothing at all. One day, the boy had decided, he’d somehow learn enough to read one of the books in that giant bookcase.

He opened his bright blue eyes and gave the books a long look. He knew he shouldn’t do it but the urge was too strong. He stood up, absentmindedly checking the rug to see if his jeans had left any dirt stains before heading over to the writing desk. Checking the drawers, he soon found a ballpoint pen and with a wide grin he then made his way to the bookcase and searched for the book that particularly attracted him. It was an old children’s book, quite worn from loads of reading but still held together quite nicely. He couldn’t read its title but the illustration on the front showed a man surrounded by loads of hats and he could figure out the story by looking at the images inside but each time he looked, the more eager he was to read it.

Placing the book upon the floor he opened it and lifted the pen as his tongue darted out at the corner of his mouth and he frowned with concentration as he wrote the only thing his dad had gotten around to teach him.

J A R E D

Pride swelled up in his chest at seeing his name and his face broke out in a brilliant grin. He traced the letters with his fingertips, remembering how his dad patiently reminded him quite a number of times that the R and D weren’t supposed to switch places.

He closed the book, trying to remember the letters that indicated the title, wanting to ask Ryan if he could tell him what it was. He’d thought about taking the book; after all, there were still so many so one missing book couldn’t possibly hurt, but not only did he feel so guilty that he could hardly walk those times he’d tried to bring it with him, but he also didn’t have anywhere safe to put it. The guards checked the boys’ belongings frequently and he didn’t want to risk having them find it. Writing his name in it was different, though. Doing so made him feel like he’d signed some sort of a contract; that someday he would learn to read it. He didn’t know why he felt such attraction towards a children’s book, but there was something about it that screamed for his attention, almost as if he had some memory of it from someplace before but no matter how hard he fought to remember, he couldn’t.

Jared glanced up at the beautiful clock hanging on the wall above the tv. Mr. Cage might not like his boys able to read or write, but they were damn sure to know the time. It was past noon already and Jared needed to be back by three for kitchen duty, and it would take him some time to clean up and look presentable. He gave the book a last longing gaze before placing it back onto the shelf where it belonged and grabbing Jake’s cupcake, he headed down to the basement. Standing on his toes on the table, he glanced out the small window to see if the coast was clear, then hoisted himself up and crawled out onto the dry grass, making quick work of closing the window and shoving a small rock into the hinges to make sure it wouldn’t fly open in case of a strong wind.

Being careful not to be spotted by a neighbour, he then darted out to the small forest behind the garden and ran for all he was worth.

*

It took about ten minutes before he’d left the suburbias behind him and he slowed down to a walk. Ahead of him was only a dry desert with one lonely road leading to the place he didn’t want to be. But he couldn’t run from it. He knew it would be impossible to seek help in the small town behind him; Cage basically owned it. One of the other boys, William, had tried to escape a few years earlier. He’d made it to the bus station and was about to board a bus when he’d been taken by the police and almost beaten to death by order of Cage, or atleast that was what Ryan used to say whenever he felt the need to remind the others to not try anything foolish. Jared grimaced as he thought about Will and his damaged face. Will had been sent away shortly after.

Jared himself had managed to sneak around most parts of town unnoticed and the only way out of there would be by car or bus but as he’d inspected the bus station he found that he wouldn’t have much chance at sneaking onto one as he recognised quite a number of the security guards from the few times Cage had visitors. They worked for him, more than likely knew about the boys and wouldn’t bat an eye over bringing the stray home – possibly in a condition much like Will’s.

But maybe it would’ve been worth a try…

The voice in his head told him to stop thinking such silly thoughts; he’d just have to hold on for as long as he could and escape when the time was right. Bide your time, don’t do anything stupid.

He’d walked for almost half an hour on the seemingly never-ending road before he stopped for a break. The dry summer heat and the burning sun were starting to get to him even though he’d drank a lot of water earlier. He glanced at the bagged cupcake in his hand; he hoped it wouldn’t turn bad. Jake had been in a fight with Jonathan and had been beaten pretty bad. Mr. Cage wasn’t pleased with either of them and had had both of them in isolated rooms during the night. Jared felt bad at first for leaving his friend and go to the house alone, but he knew Jake would just call him stupid and to enjoy a taste of freedom whenever he got the chance, like he always did when they were separated. Hell, Jared had told Jake the same thing several times already as well.

Jared wiped the sweat from his brow and then left the road; following an invisible path he knew by heart. Ten minutes later he reached a sparse forest, which indicated there was water nearby. Which, of course, where was Cage had built his mansion. Far away from prying eyes but still close enough to be in control of the small town. He sneaked his way up to the tall fence surrounding the estate, being careful not to be seen by any of the guards. Hiding in a bush, he crawled his way through a small, hidden hole in the fence and tried to make himself invisible as he made his way to the large building. He tucked the bag containing the cupcake in his shirt, hoping no one would notice it. Keeping his head down, praying to whatever deity there was that his dirty face and clothes wouldn’t attract unwanted attention he made his way to the upper levels and the room he shared with the other boys.

Once inside he quickly glanced around to see if anyone else was present before letting out a sigh of relief and went towards Jake, whom had been sent to bed after his night of isolation. Jonathan, it seemed, would spend another night alone as he had been the one to start the fight. Jake woke from his light sleep and turned to face his best friend.

“It went well, I see,” the other boy mumbled sleepily as he greeted his friend with a smile while rubbing his dark-blue eyes.

“Yeah, no problems at all,” Jared said as he sat on the bed and handed over the cupcake. “Here, I got this for you. I hope it’s still edible.”

Jake looked like he had died and gone to heaven.

“I don’t care if it’s old and mouldy and tastes like your sweat,” he said as he took a bite. “Ahh, chocolate! Thanks, Jay.”

“Don’t mention it.” Jared glanced at his friend, noticing all the bruises on his face and the parts of his body that wasn’t covered by the thin blanket. He didn’t know which ones were from the fight and which ones were from Cage’s punishment before Jake’s isolation, but it wouldn’t surprise him if most were from the latter. “How are you holding up?”

Jake snorted, “You didn’t think a night in that room would break me, did you?”

“Has Mr. Dafoe taken a look at you yet?” Jared asked, wondering if the resident doctor had been able to relieve some of Jake’s pain or if he simply was denied so from Cage.

“Yeah, he did so about an hour ago,” Jake mumbled as he nibbled on the cupcake, which, surprisingly considering the journey it’d been through, still tasted good. “He said it’ll be fine if I get enough rest, and there shouldn’t be any scars.” He smirked, “You should see Jonathan, though. I think I broke his nose or something, there was blood all over his face.”

“He’s older than us, he should have known better,” Jared stated matter-of-factly as he lied down next to his friend. Their blue eyes gazed at each other’s faces while they enjoyed each other’s company and the comforting silence. Jake finished his cupcake and ruffled Jared’s hair while smiling gently.

“Go away; you stink!”

Jared laughed a bit before taking the plastic bag, intending to burn it in the open fire in the study when he’d pass it later. Don’t leave any evidence.

He placed a friendly kiss on Jake’s cheek before getting up to take a shower.

To Be Continued

The boys:
http://img196.imageshack.us/img196/6199/cagedv2.jpg

Ages in this chapter:
Jake – Jake Gyllenhaal, age 11 (a year younger than Jared)
Jonathan – Jonathan Rhys-Meyers, age 15
Ryan – Ryan Gosling, age 18
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