Lines crossed.
To long have you bullied us, you and your faithful pair.
Too long have we put up with it.
But no more.
You are all alone.
Your friends were banished from school, no longer there to back you up and protect you.
I can see it in your eyes, not so brave now are you?
We've banded together, all of us, your past and present victims, to get our revenge.
We wait, seeking our opportune moment.
For weeks we have patiently waited and watched.
Our plans, ever changing, each day growing more degrading for you.
Then one day, it comes.
The school nearly abandoned, the students enjoying the freedom of the weekend.
I found you lurking around a dark corridor, jumping at every noise.
Keeping an eye on you, I summon the others with a whispered spell.
Soon they arrive, their faces aglow with the knowledge of what is to come.
We can see you there in the darkness, your eyes shut to your surroundings.
You hear our foot falls and try to escape, but it is no use.
We have waited too long for this day.
There is no freedom for you now.
We have our plan.
All six of us against just you.
I watch you struggle as they bind your hands behind you.
I smile.
I can see the look in your eyes.
You've realised that there will be no fun in this for you.
Eyes wide with fear, you look around taking note of where we are taking you.
Darker it gets, the deeper we go.
Old abandoned classrooms and store rooms we pass, till we find the one.
A dark, damp room, empty of furniture except for the one chair at its centre.
I watch as the light of hope fades as I push the door shut and click the lock home.
I stand back to watch, a silent observer to your pain and humiliation.
Together, they drag you to the chair, laughing at your week attempts to struggle free.
They force you down onto the wooden chair.
The others circle you, reciting back at your, your words.
The names you so casually tossed at us, unaware of how much they hurt.
Maybe you did realise, picking your words for each victim to do the most damage.
I remember the names that you used for me ever since they day we first met.
I am pleased that none of the others say them.
That means that they are mine alone.
Unsettled by this strange feeling, I push away from the wall, ignoring the damp.
Suddenly I am by your side, my hand raised high above my head.
I bring it down hard against your cheek, satisfied to hear the slap echo around the room and see your head snap back.
Your grey eyes plead with me, to stop this game.
But I don't see as I have turned my back on you.
I have returned to my place, to watching you.
I can see my mark darken on your too white skin.
It excites me.
I fight against it but my mind still wanders.
Is the rest of you that pale?
Not a thought I should be thinking, not about you anyway.
A boy, my enemy.
When I raise my eyes, I can see your shirt, it has been ripped.
Revealing your skin to the flickering torch light.
I watch blood as it slowly runs from a cut on your neck.
My tongue flicks out, longing to follow its trail.
I can feel my body respond, the ache between my legs starts to grow.
I am no longer in control of my body.
It is calling for you and I am helpless to resist.
Maybe I don't want to.
Have I felt this before or is it new?
I don't know, I can't recall.
All I can say is that I am burning for you with heat and jealousy.
I can no longer stand them touching you, their skin against yours.
Before I know what I am doing, I am shouting at them.
Demanding that they leave you be.
I can hear their protests but they wash over me.
Their refusal to release their prey, after all they have been waiting so long.
Their eyes glowing feral with blood lust.
Several cuts now adorned your chest.
One, the red haired, slid his hands around your neck, squeezing.
His hands, so dark and rough against your skin.
I snapped then, striking out at him, my friend.
He landed unwell, the wall he hit knocking him out.
I watched to check that he still breathed and he did.
The others, whilst I wasn't looking had dragged you from the chair still bound.
You now lay. Your back against the floor, your white shirt in tatters.
Looking like a pair of broken wings, a fallen angel to me.
Click, flash, click, flash a camera held by one went.
Then another unzipped your trousers and slid the material from you.
Removing your shoes and all your clothes, exposing you fully to the cold air.
They laugh then, as you try to move.
To curl up and protect what you are.
Still the clicking continued along with the flashes that illuminated the room.
I was so still, like a lion watching its prey.
Rooted to the spot by your beauty.
Then it happened, they touched you, many dark hands against the light.
In ways and places that I had been thinking of only a lot rougher.
I could see your eyes, so full of tears they were.
Maybe it was those eyes, locked onto mine that made me move.
So fast, I must have been a blur to you.
I opened the door and with great rage threw the others out.
Including the unconscious red headed one.
Wrenching the camera from unwilling hands, I returned relocking the door.
Once in silence I felt you relax but you still remained curled up into a ball.
I take off my cloak to cover you, taking one last look at your perfect skin.
I have to move away now the urge to tough you so strong.
I do free you from your bonds though, using an abandoned knife to cut the rope.
My hands brush against your skin and I know I can't resist it.
So cold.
You look so cold.
Shivering even with my cloak to cover you.
Sigh.
I gather you up into my arms and move over to the edge of the room.
Standing with my back to the wall I gather you to me and slide down to the floor.
Cradling you in my lap, my arms wrapped around you.
To warm you up I tell myself.
But I know deep down that I am lying.
Drawing in a deep breath, I take in your scent.
Still you continue to shiver.
Not so much from the crowd now, I think the shock has set in.
I pull you closer to me.
Moving a leg so that you lay between me.
I am sure that when you shift your position you can feel me.
I am so hard that it is hurting me.
You struggle weekly against me, arms pushing and back twisting.
Tears falling down your cheeks.
I raise my hands to you, using my thumb to remove your tears.
I bring them to my mouth, my tongue reaching out to taste them.
They taste sweet to me.
Bitter sweet.
Its making me ill to think that I am part of the reason of why you cry.
I find myself trying to find words for you.
They all taste false.
So full of excuses and probably not what you need to hear right now.
I know what I need though.
It is you.
So soft and with skin so pale.
My body so full of fire and aching right now.
I daw a breath again.
You look up at me, your eyes of silver are so clear.
Your lips tremble as your eyes catch my gaze.
An invitation.
One you know I could not resist.
I lower my head to you, not quite touching, but close.
It was you who chose to close the gap between us.
Your lips are so cool and damp with tears.
Salty.
Sigh.
Our lips move together, how they were meant to be.
It feels right.
Someday, hopefully soon you'll forgive me.
For what I was a part of today.
Your anger is something I will deal with later.
Right now I can't think straight.
Your lips are so soft and your hands tentative and warm.
I feel your fingers running through my hair.
Touching.
Driving me over the edge.
Forgetting all but you, the blonde in my arms.
Right where you belong.
Together we will be ok, as long as we stand at each others side.
*fin*
07/01/2010