Chapter 1: Uninvited Vistor
A/N: Chapter will be short for this one, probably under 600 words each. Voces sin echo translates to "voices without echo" in English btw.
There was blood on the boy's mouth.
B regarded the fire in the other's eyes…the fearless audacity of the punk. Mihael Keehl. He had plenty of time left…about seventy more years.
Beyond smiled. A long life…filled with scars. And he would add one to that body.
He removed his own pants and with some encouragement from his hand, awakened the primal mating instincts of his lower abdomen.
He was going to fuck the blond.
And make the other kid watch.
No soft touches, whispers of reassurance, no lust, no desire, no searching for the other's pleasure, absolutely no gentility, and definitely no love. There was only an explosion of pain deep within Mello, so acute that he would have cried out if his head hadn't been simultaneously bashed against the carpet, rendering him incapable of any response other than tears and clenched fingers in the rug.
Bound and gagged, Near watched from the bunk, his own body taut and tense with fear. He shut his eyes but it wasn't as if he could close his ears to the sounds. And when the sounds stopped, he forced himself to look.
…
Roger still remembers the terror in Mello's eyes as the boy lay huddled on strip of carpet, body wracking with sobs as the blood dripped down his legs, dyeing the carpet in permanent remembrance of the hellish nightmare that was Beyond Birthday.