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Gentle hazel eyes flickered open to stare at the world around him. His mousy blonde hair fell in front of his eyes, further obscuring the already blurry world around him; his glasses must have fallen off somewhere. A groan rippled from between his lips as he tried to move, the pain searing up his abdomen. He paused and looked down at what he could make out of his body. His lean legs were covered in blood and bent at an odd angle. He could make out indentations in his flesh, almost as if there were different chunks of him missing. He began to draw in large panicked breathing at an accelerating rate. He bolted up off the couch and felt his legs wanting to give out from underneath him. Eyes scanning the seemingly familiar area around him, he still couldn't understand where he was with his mind in the panic it had caged itself in.
Running for the door he reached for the handle. But just as his pale hand clasped the cool metal within it’s grasp, another ivory hand gripped his firmly yet kindly. Spinning around to face his assailant, he came eye to eye with familiar hazel ones. Tears rushed his eyes and fell over dripping down his cheeks as he began to fully comprehend. He was home. Falling into his elder brother’s chest he broke down releasing all of the pent up emotion from over the last who knows how long.
“Oh Gerard I was so scared, I didn't think that I would make and some of the things they made me do” he choked out gripping his brother’s shirt tightly in his trembling hands. Those arms encased him running soothing fingers through his hair, trying to calm down the waterfall of emotions that was drowning them.
“I know Mikey, I can’t even begin to imagine what it was like, but you can forget all about that now, you will never be taken away from me again, I promise. And those humans who dared to lay a finger on you will suffer a fate like no other, they will be begging for death by the end of it.” Those words began to sooth Michael. Calming him as he rested against his brother’s chest, he knew that he could trust his brother that he was safe now, but the nightmares still lingered in the crevices at the back of his mind haunting him.
Hearing a commotion from the staircase he turned and his eyes met another pare of hazel eyes. The wide eyes scanned over him from head to toe in disbelief with the hint of tears brimming at the bottom of them. Taking only a second to comprehend what was taking place before he lunged at mikey and the elder way. Tearing mikey from his brother into his smaller form. Holding tight to him never wanting to let go in fear that if he did, Mikey would simply disappear.
“Oh Mikey I am so sorry that I couldn’t save you” those tears ran down and Mikey felt a pang of guilt flood his system at how much he had made everyone worry about it.
“No Frank it wasn't your fault, it was mine I should have been more caref…” he was cut of by the harsh tone of his brother.
“No Michael don't you ever blame yourself for what those pigs did. None of this is your fault. It is all theirs they are the ones who will pay for sending this world into turmoil and I promise you, I will be the one to hold the ring leaders heart in my hand and watch as he dies screaming at my feet.” The rage the filled the room sent shivers down the two fertile’s spines. Mikey watched as Frank approached his mate and pulled him into a hug trying to sooth the bristle Dom.
Mikey couldn't help but to smile at the sight of them, and the small thing that was growing inside of Frank. His smile began to fall as his mind flashed back to what they had done to him.
Those hands that were touching him everywhere made him feeling like he wanted to burn his skin off with acid, because no matter what he did the feeling of those hands followed him everywhere, the memory of that night where they had abused him, mentally, emotionally and physically. He could never shake the feeling that continued to bubble deep within his gut at the memory of everything that happened. He knew that he was scared, scathed and that he would never forget what had been done to him. There was nothing to take that internal violation and pain away from him.
He looked down his long unruly fringe falling down in tangles and blocking his already blurred vision. He felt eyes on him and looked up to notice both pairs of eyes in the room were on him. He blushed and looked down and away from them, he felt ashamed, ashamed of what he been through of the things that they had made him do.
“Hey Mikes you ok?” the smaller one said and took a step towards him wearily almost as though he seemed scared that if he moved any faster that the delicate form before him would crumble into dust.
“Yeah I’m ok Frankie thanks, I think I just may go and have a rest I am pretty tired” He said softly and walked out of the room, past the couch that now lay tainted in crimson painting memories of the fluid spraying in his mind. He flinched and continued upstairs to that spare room that he had used on numerous other occasions.
Sliding the door open he gently closed it behind him locking it as to not be disturbed as he took a few more steps into the room before falling to his knees and letting out the pain that still resided deep within his heart and would probably remain their forever, like a scar that refused to heal. The lump of white callus that would crust over and remain permanently festering on his heart, sending shoots of nightmares infecting his mind, and as this vile infection spreads, Mikey will begin to loose himself in the fever of events tormenting his mind. No longer able to distinguish who is friend from who is foe. And finally once the infection rounds and returns to his heart, that is when the pain will stop forever, silencing his beating organ to lay him into the only peaceful sleep that he will ever get.
The fever has set in.
Running for the door he reached for the handle. But just as his pale hand clasped the cool metal within it’s grasp, another ivory hand gripped his firmly yet kindly. Spinning around to face his assailant, he came eye to eye with familiar hazel ones. Tears rushed his eyes and fell over dripping down his cheeks as he began to fully comprehend. He was home. Falling into his elder brother’s chest he broke down releasing all of the pent up emotion from over the last who knows how long.
“Oh Gerard I was so scared, I didn't think that I would make and some of the things they made me do” he choked out gripping his brother’s shirt tightly in his trembling hands. Those arms encased him running soothing fingers through his hair, trying to calm down the waterfall of emotions that was drowning them.
“I know Mikey, I can’t even begin to imagine what it was like, but you can forget all about that now, you will never be taken away from me again, I promise. And those humans who dared to lay a finger on you will suffer a fate like no other, they will be begging for death by the end of it.” Those words began to sooth Michael. Calming him as he rested against his brother’s chest, he knew that he could trust his brother that he was safe now, but the nightmares still lingered in the crevices at the back of his mind haunting him.
Hearing a commotion from the staircase he turned and his eyes met another pare of hazel eyes. The wide eyes scanned over him from head to toe in disbelief with the hint of tears brimming at the bottom of them. Taking only a second to comprehend what was taking place before he lunged at mikey and the elder way. Tearing mikey from his brother into his smaller form. Holding tight to him never wanting to let go in fear that if he did, Mikey would simply disappear.
“Oh Mikey I am so sorry that I couldn’t save you” those tears ran down and Mikey felt a pang of guilt flood his system at how much he had made everyone worry about it.
“No Frank it wasn't your fault, it was mine I should have been more caref…” he was cut of by the harsh tone of his brother.
“No Michael don't you ever blame yourself for what those pigs did. None of this is your fault. It is all theirs they are the ones who will pay for sending this world into turmoil and I promise you, I will be the one to hold the ring leaders heart in my hand and watch as he dies screaming at my feet.” The rage the filled the room sent shivers down the two fertile’s spines. Mikey watched as Frank approached his mate and pulled him into a hug trying to sooth the bristle Dom.
Mikey couldn't help but to smile at the sight of them, and the small thing that was growing inside of Frank. His smile began to fall as his mind flashed back to what they had done to him.
Those hands that were touching him everywhere made him feeling like he wanted to burn his skin off with acid, because no matter what he did the feeling of those hands followed him everywhere, the memory of that night where they had abused him, mentally, emotionally and physically. He could never shake the feeling that continued to bubble deep within his gut at the memory of everything that happened. He knew that he was scared, scathed and that he would never forget what had been done to him. There was nothing to take that internal violation and pain away from him.
He looked down his long unruly fringe falling down in tangles and blocking his already blurred vision. He felt eyes on him and looked up to notice both pairs of eyes in the room were on him. He blushed and looked down and away from them, he felt ashamed, ashamed of what he been through of the things that they had made him do.
“Hey Mikes you ok?” the smaller one said and took a step towards him wearily almost as though he seemed scared that if he moved any faster that the delicate form before him would crumble into dust.
“Yeah I’m ok Frankie thanks, I think I just may go and have a rest I am pretty tired” He said softly and walked out of the room, past the couch that now lay tainted in crimson painting memories of the fluid spraying in his mind. He flinched and continued upstairs to that spare room that he had used on numerous other occasions.
Sliding the door open he gently closed it behind him locking it as to not be disturbed as he took a few more steps into the room before falling to his knees and letting out the pain that still resided deep within his heart and would probably remain their forever, like a scar that refused to heal. The lump of white callus that would crust over and remain permanently festering on his heart, sending shoots of nightmares infecting his mind, and as this vile infection spreads, Mikey will begin to loose himself in the fever of events tormenting his mind. No longer able to distinguish who is friend from who is foe. And finally once the infection rounds and returns to his heart, that is when the pain will stop forever, silencing his beating organ to lay him into the only peaceful sleep that he will ever get.
The fever has set in.
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