Apollo walked slowly, pulling Clay's coat tightly around his shoulders as the cool evening air set him shivering. Lately; Apollo had found himself trailing familiar paths late into the evening, lost in his thoughts, trying to process all of his emotion; unable to stay in his small apartment, never mind sleep. Apollo knew he was slipping, descending further and further. Taking time off work, withdrawing himself from the others, barely caring for himself. But; at least in private, no one could see him break, see him at his weakest or see him give in and let himself go; giving into the claws that little by little, ripped him apart.
Tonight was no different. Apollo paced aimlessly, deep in thought, unable to shake the dark memories of recent weeks that haunted him. He let his mind drift back over the past, remembering the events that now, had left him in his current condition. Clay's death had been devastating; but the bombing, the assault, Kristoph's execution, their fallout, they had each taken their toll on him, leaving him feeling like he had no one to turn to and no one to ask for help. Now more than ever Apollo found himself isolated, having no one who he believed he could turn to with the pain in his body or the struggle of waking up to the monsters in his head on the nights when he was able to close his eyes and shut everything out.
Sure, Phoenix, Athena and a few others had told him 'Apollo, if you need to talk, you know where to find me.' Apollo had brushed it off, trying to maintain some composure. He was thankful that they'd offered their support, but he wasn't comfortable bleeding his heart to any of them, no matter how distraught he was. Sure, they all had their own trauma, but they'd all had their own support network of friends and family while their lives fell apart. He had no one. Athena had her extended family and now had Simon. Trucy had her Daddy, Phoenix. Phoenix, while not being able to burden Trucy with his problems, still had her love to keep him strong. When things appeared to become too uncontrollable for Phoenix, Miles always seemed to be there to talk him back to his senses; the two so close many thought they were a couple. Phoenix also had Maya, who was never more than a phone call away and had made several last-minute, late night trips to help. Apollo had become cold. Empty, a shell of himself. He would give anything to have at least one person he could turn to in his hours of need, someone to trust and to comfort him and tell him he'd be alright, even if it was a lie.
Still lost in thought, he found himself at the familiar creek that ran behind the Space Centre; a small, slightly secluded place where he and Clay would come to get away and chat about their days. He let the memories of his youth flood in and replace the more distressing ones in his head. Both he and Clay, having no family, just each other to lean on when life brought them down. Someone they could each trust with their deepest secrets.
Apollo sank down into the cool earth, curling his legs to his chest before placing his forehead on his knees while familiar tears fell gently. He desperately wanted to talk to someone who he thought might understand, hoping if he lay bare his struggle with someone who would not judge him, someone he could trust with his raw emotional state, someone who would just listen; if nothing else, the weight would begin lift and he might start feeling better. Then; maybe, he'd stop running from his problems and start the long process of healing, as terrifying as it might be.
Apollo finally looked up, tears spilling down as he focused on the stars above. 'Clay, I would give anything to talk to you right now.' He cried lightly before lowering his head, something he'd become uncomfortably use to. As the wind picked up, Apollo gripped the jacket covering him closer for warmth while he dropped his head back to his knees, sobbing uncontrollably, flooding with heartache and despair. It was almost as if Clay had responded, his presence close when he sensed a hand on his shoulder.
No, that hand, it wasn't just a figment of his imagination. Jumping and yelping in surprise, he relaxed slightly when the voice attached to the hand spoke, 'Herr Forehead! Are you alright?' Apollo looked up to Klavier, shocked, but slightly relieved to find it was someone he knew before he pulled away uneasily. He couldn't say why, but Klavier seemed... Off. The way he looked as his gaze seemed to go through him, not at him, vacant and detached, no life in his bright blue eyes, the same soulless look Kristoph had had when he'd snapped.
'Klav...' Apollo began apprehensively, when he was quickly hushed by Klaviers' fingers touching his lip with a soft 'Shh.' Apollo tried to pull further away, his nerves tingling and his stomach tightening. However, it was too late, Klavier roughly shot forward and pushed him back, knocking the wind out of him. He hit the ground hard with a startled yelp, the debris cutting into his skin. Klavier landed on top of Apollo and brought his head close as he whispered to him, words Apollo couldn't understand while Klavier leaned in, kissing his brow. Stunned, Apollo struggled as Klavier drew back and smirked. He didn't seem to care that Apollo was nervous or frightened. He tried to pull away when Klavier went for a second kiss. Klavier was now using his own body to keep Apollo pinned by his hips and shoulder. Apollo struggled, but he could barely move under the larger man's weight. With his free hand, Klavier turned Apollo's head towards his while Apollo fought to break free. This time, Klavier went in directly, kissing Apollo full on as he forced his tongue into Apollo's mouth.
Apollo choked as Klavier's invading tongue forced its way around. Apollo whimpered when Klavier finally pulled back. 'Feels good, ja?' He whispered, pressing his body closer to Apollo's. Apollo wasn't sure how to respond, his body paralyzed in fear, pain flaring in his chest as his heart raced, his head now pounding. Klavier ignored the signs of protest and slid his hand under Apollo's shirt, stroking his stomach. Apollo whined, tears forming in his eyes as Klavier went in for another kiss. Apollo tried hard to push him away, but Klavier's weight on top of him was too much. Then, Apollo smelled it on Klavier, the unmistakable scent of alcohol.
'Klavier! Please stop!' Apollo cried, as now, Klavier's hand made its way south of his navel. Klavier only grin as he reached down Apollo's trousers and began to fondle him. Apollo managed a weak cry as he fought to get away while Klavier continued to molest him. Klavier pressed himself closer to Apollo. Apollo resisted but Klavier kept going, faster, rougher, trying to elicit a response from Apollo's body. Apollo was helpless, he tried to jerk away but Klavier had him pinned flat on his back. Apollo trembled, unable to react as Klavier unbuttoned his pants and maneuvered them down to his thighs.
Klavier continued, not noticing or seemingly caring about how much Apollo objected while he tugged at the waistband of Apollo's underwear. Apollo panicked before he finally was able to force himself to think, gather all his strength and shove Klavier; causing the older man to falter and slip off of him. Apollo used the advantage and quickly scurried to flip over and get his hands under him. He'd made to push himself up when Klavier unexpectedly shoved him down firmly from behind, striking his head with as much force as he could with the back of his hand; the heavy rings on Klavier's fingers colliding painfully with his skull. Apollo hit the ground face first, head slamming into a rock. Blood poured, soaking the ground and stinging Apollo's eyes as he yelped out in pain.
'You little bastard!' Klavier spat; now angry, while Apollo continued to writhe in agony. Klavier didn't appear to care as he struck Apollo again with a growling 'Shut up' just as hard, his hand coming away from Apollo's temple bloody. Klavier looked at his bloodied hand and sneered. He was enjoying tormenting Apollo. He laughed, not light enough to be innocent, but not dark enough to be truly evil. Sounding more satisfied with himself than anything; sounding too much like his brother for Apollo's liking.
Apollo's body numbed when Klavier reached down and stuck his slick finger inside of him. Apollo tried to cry out in shock, but Klavier had anticipated resistance. He crook his finger, raking Apollo from the inside when he pulled out and roughly shoved his hand over Apollo's mouth and nose, laying closely on top of him preventing him for breathing. Apollo wept, he could feel Klavier's bulge pushing against his back disturbingly while he suffocated. Klavier held his hand in place for over a minute, seemingly waiting for Apollo to lose consciousness before he'd pulled back, letting Apollo breathe. Apollo opened his mouth to take a deep breath, gasping for air before he was quickly cut off by Klavier's fingers thrusting themselves into his mouth, gagging him. Klavier scooped up the saliva and quickly moved his hand from Apollo's mouth, covered in Apollo's bodily fluids, this time ramming several fingers into Apollo. Apollo whimpered while Klavier continued to violate him, cursing, disappointed when he wasn't aroused. He moved his fingers around roughly before pushing deeper. Apollo whined, hoping he was about to give up when he'd stopped moving and began to retract his hand. Klavier thrust again, Apollo gasped as the fingers hit the sensitive bundle of nerves inside of him. 'Finally.' Klavier remarked, seeing Apollo's face contort and his body react.
Apollo panicked, unable to make a sound as the fingers exited him as quickly as they'd entered only to be replaced by the sound of a zipper and the searing agony of Klavier forcing himself into his body, shoving in as deep as he could reach. Apollo tried to fight back, the pressure was unbearable, his body flared with pain; but he could only manage a small squeak as Klavier groaned in pleasure and struck him across the back of the head yet again, not caring about the distress or humiliation he was causing Apollo; just enjoying imposing himself into his unwilling partner. Apollo's mind bawled for Klavier to stop, every muscle in his body protested when Klavier's thrusting sped up.
Apollo laid his head down, barely conscious, sobbing. He tried to shut out the world. His body aching. What had he done to deserve this? He'd thought Klavier was his friend. Sick, dirty, violated, betrayed; it was all Apollo could concentrate on as his stomach clenched. 'Just let him finish and hopefully he won't kill you.' Apollo cried to himself, shutting his eyes as Klavier continued, roughly driving deeper and deeper, shoving Apollo's body into the ground. Every movement made sent pain shooting through him. Klavier finally slowed after several minutes to relieve himself inside Apollo. The awareness of Klavier inside of him was nothing short of torture. He sobbed even louder as Klavier finished and roughly pulled out, striking him again, commanding him to keep quiet. Apollo hoped it was Klavier's seed dripping down between his legs, disgustingly warm and sticky; a disturbed part of him hoping that was the only fluid spilling out of him from down there. By the searing burn, there could be severe injury. Apollo vomited, a headache coming on as his vision blurred, blood now soaking into the ground around him. Klavier only laugh quietly, seeming satisfied with himself.
Klavier stood, zipping his pants before sauntering off; almost proud of what he had done, leaving Apollo on the ground covered in blood, broken, in distress, weak and violated.
Apollo clutched the blood drenched grass as tightly as he could, crying and shaking, his breathing ragged and uneven. He couldn't move, everything hurt. Several minutes passed, Apollo's stomach heaved multiple times as he hovered between consciousness and unconsciousness. With his last ounces of strength, he dug for his phone and not caring, fumbled with the device until it began to dial.
The line rang several times, it was getting late and Apollo desperately hoped someone would answer. Finally, a dazed, annoyed male voice responded. 'Mr. Justice, do you know...' Apollo cut the man off, faintly pleading, hoping whomever it was would help. 'Please… Help me, please... Please...' 'Apollo?!' The voice answered, 'Where are you?! What happened?!' Apollo tried numerous times to respond. It took the last of his effort to form the words that might save him. 'The… The Space… Centre.' The sentence drained the last of Apollo's energy, he collapsed, his body beginning to succumb to shock.