Hey guys! I recently read Miss Meehan's An Unkindness of Ravens, and decided to delve farther into it. This rewrite will be about 20 chapters long. I do have permission from Miss Meehan and her writing partner. All credits for plot go to her. The beginning will be about the same as the other version, but then it will break off and go deeper into the healing portion and Lucas getting his justice. Hope you like. Luvs, Kendall

Relaxation…

Breathing in and out…in and out…all without worry…

That was how Lucas Scott felt at that moment. Complete relaxation. It was finally the weekend.

No more Hellish basketball practices with Whitey's yelling, and the rest of the team's attempts to get him off of the team. No more trying to keep his lust for his half-brother under control in the locker room.

Well, at least not until Monday, when it all would start over again.

All the homework…

All the hellish basketball practice...

All the tiring hiding…

Yeah, Lucas was well aware that he was gay, and he had long since accepted it. He only really hoped that when he mustered up his courage, that his mother, uncle, and Haley understood. He wasn't really concerned about anyone else.

Except Nathan.

Lucas's self-conscience was mocking him and his completely wrong and incestuous fantasy about his younger by 3 months half-brother.

Lucas could feel the relaxation slipping from his body, and his heart beat began to go rapid at the thoughts of Nathan. He thought of Nathan's perfectly chiseled body, and how when he made a shot in basketball, his shirt rode up a bit to reveal his beautiful abs. And he thought of those perfect brunette locks of hair that framed his face perfectly.

His body was now rigid at these thoughts, and his breathing was getting shallower by the second. He always grew nervous when he thought of Nathan.

"Breathe Lucas…in and out…in and out…relax…"

It was a Friday night, and he was going to a movie with Haley. No homework till Sunday night. And no Nathan to hide your lust over.

Relaxation soothed his stiff muscles again as he walked down the alley between the movie theatre and the used book store. It was such a nice quiet night.

"Lucas!" A low male voice echoed off of the brick walls next to him. It didn't sound like any of the guys from the River court. But it did sound familiar. It was probably just another kid from school wanting to congratulate him for last weeks basketball game where he made the winning shot.

On instinct, he turned around, ready to give his usual, "Hey, thanks."

But before he got a chance to identify the person who had called his name, a heavy burlap sack was thrust over his head and held tightly.

Instinctively, Lucas began yelling pleas through the burlap sack, but it was no use, his voice was severely muffled due to the heavy bag. He grew even more frightened when he felt his arms being forcefully yanked behind his back, and then secured with what felt like a rough rope.

He only heard whispered of his captors, but it was enough to recognize what this was. This was another hazing attempt. And these captors were some of Nathan's lackeys from the basketball team. The only strange thing though, was why he didn't hear Nathan's voice mixed in with the other boys'.

The vehicle that he was in began moving, and Lucas's fear grew, knowing that whatever they were going to do to his was not going to be friendly.

Hours seemed to crawl by as Lucas lay on the floor of the car, violently bound by rope. His feet were worthless considering that they were held immobile by someone's large meaty hands.

The brakes of the car squeaked to a stop, and the engine was cut off, it was then that Lucas realized that they had arrived at their destination.

The sliding door of what Lucas assumed was a mini van opened, and he heard some of the mixed giggles and taunts off the boys as he felt his bound arms being grabbed, and he was dragged out of the car and to his feet.

His fear was multiplied ten fold as he felt the boys throw him violently to the ground and began kicking him. Lucas was fully prepared for an ass whipping by these guys, knowing that it would be their final card on the table to get him to quit the team. But he would show them that he could handle an ass whipping and that they couldn't get him to quit the team.

But then the kicking ceased, and Lucas curiously began wiggling to see if he could unbind himself. But it was no use, the ropes that had him tied were tight.

One word was heard before the real torture began.

"Faggot!"

The boys then began stripping him of his clothing, ripping his shirt of and leaving him on the ground with no shirt.

He felt one of the boys start to rake his hands across his chest and find his nipples before twisting them and causing an agonizing pain.

Paralysis overtook his body as he felt his jeans being unbuttoned and unzipped. He couldn't call out to stop what was happening to him. And when he felt his baggy jeans and his boxers being dragged down his legs, he began to scream through the burlap sack and he began thrashing to stop the torture that he was sure that was coming.

He continued screaming and thrashing until a boot clad foot came down forcefully on his bag covered head. He stopped screaming due to the foot threatening to break his nose, but he kept moving and thrashing as to hold on to his life. But that struggle too, was quickly ceased as a well placed kick was landed on his stomach that knocked the air of his lungs for many seconds.

Those seconds of immobility cost Lucas more than he knew. The jeans and boxers were then ripped the rest of the way down his legs, and his shoes and socks were removed, leaving Lucas completely nude, save for ropes and a burlap sack.

Arms captured his arms and drug him to his knees, and before he could fathom what was happening, he was thrown forward and made harsh contact with the metal of the car, and held there.

The rustle of clothes being discarded and zippers of jeans filled Lucas's ears as he tried to figure out how this had happened. How had he gone from complete relaxation, to this Hell?

He was completely devastated, as he was sure that Nathan was behind this charade. He was almost what he could call, in love with Nathan. And Nathan was setting up his molestation, or maybe even, rape.

At this point, when he heard the intimidating sound of foil packs being ripped open, he was sure that they were going to go as far as to rape him.

As he was slammed forward at the force of the fist violation, Lucas grunted at the extreme pain.

"One raven, two ravens, three ravens, four."

Lucas kept whispering between grunts and tears, still not believing what was happening. More and more boys kept violating him, and he kept repeating his mantra, trying to take his shattered soul from the torture.

"Five ravens, six ravens, seven ravens, more."

Eventually, the rapists tired out. They pushed the tainted Lucas to the ground, which was not a tough task, considering that the only thing holding him up was the rough arms, and the side of the car.

Lucas was completely unresponsive as the boys dragged him to the little creek a few feet away, and tossed him in with out taking the bag off of his head, or removing the rope that bound his wrists.

As the final insult to his being, all of the boys gathered their clothes and Lucas's clothes, and drove off, leaving Lucas to groan and wriggle in the shallow creek, completely traumatized and pained.

After laying in the creek for almost ten minutes, trying to gather himself, Lucas struggled to stand up and did not achieve. He settled sadly for just shuffling on his knees, eventually out of the pond.

Lucas caught on to the fact that no one was there anymore, and decided to uncover his stifled head from the burlap sack. He felt lower than low as he shook his head relentlessly to get his head free.

His worst fears were confirmed as he saw his surroundings. He didn't know where the hell that he was.

Gingerly, he attempted to stand up again, trying to get his bearings in the complete dark. But once again he failed, falling back down onto the unforgiving ground.

He bit back sobs as he lay there on the ground, feeling so dirty inside and out. His body and spirit were shattered.

Lucas had eventually lost time of how long he had been out here, trying not to cry. He couldn't stop repeating his little saying in his head.

"One raven, two ravens, three ravens, four."

How was he supposed to go on, they had killed his spirit with each continual violation and each push into the hard metal of the car? How was he supposed to deal with his first love probably raping him? And getting his buddies to help out?

"Five ravens, six ravens, seven ravens, more."