This chapter is a little violent.
THAR'S YER WARNING D:
Oh...apparently Fugue's bipolar....
*Headdesk*
I need to write more, this is ridiculous v.v
Oh, yes, and thank you for the kind reviews!
I'm not sure if anyone noticed it yet, but the story takes place before Beat and Allegretto left Ritardando.
Just putting it out there o.o
EDIT: OI, my spelling errors XDD *Fixes* Point out any other grammar errors if you find any?
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Chapter 2: Violent Nature
"And your still here!?" The angered roar made Beat's eyes shoot open. He felt a sharp pain where Fugue's boot had scored his side, knocking him over on his stomach. There was an immense pressure on his spine as the man took a seat upon his back, crushing his belly into the floor. Beat took in panicked gasps for air as he glanced over his shoulder. Fugue looked so much more intimidating with the newfound light. The unusually sharp canines that showed in the moonlight the other day looked all the more daunting as they filled his vision. When he did not respond, Fugue took hold of the thin strands of his hair. Firmly gripping them and pulling his head back, looking satisfied as it caused him to squeal.
The man let out a soft hiss in his ear. "Didn't I tell you to be out of here before I awoke?"
Oh no, I overslept! Beat's conscience rang furiously in his head. The pressure on his back grew more intense as he was intentionally pushed further into the ground. He wheezed, Fugue's hand thrusting forwards and smashing the side of Beat's face into the tree.
"Looks like your my bitch now, hm?" Came the others sinister chuckle. Beat's eye's where open wide with horror, feeling a trickle of blood run down his chin.
How was I supposed to know when you would wake up!? The brunette's mind was wailing, no words able to escape his lips as he already found it hard to breathe. Beat swallowed a great gulp of air when Fugue finally relieved him of the extra weight. Taking his hand off of the boy's hair, Fugue immediately seized his hand and wrenched him up onto his feet. His grip crushed the circulation around his wrist as they began to weave around the foliage in the forest, occasionally giving him a forceful tug on the arm.
"So...wh-..where are you taking me?" Beat began, his voice low and slightly shaky. Regretting even having the thought of sleeping next to this monster.
Fugue glanced back with emotionless eyes. "I'm taking you back to Forte Castle to see Count Waltz. I'm sure he would just love to 'play' with a little boy like you."
The way Fugue made that statement made Beat's heart jump. His words had more meaning to them than he hoped he would ever have the privilege to find out. Yet his growing curiosity got the better of him. "Play? What do you mean by that? Is he nice?" Fugue didn't answer, but the feeling portrayed in his eyes was evident. Pain. The pain was so great that Beat was finding it hard to even look in his direction, thus, turned the other way. He took the opportunity to marvel at the vivid scenery. The moss-lined tree's which hung over spotted and brindle fungi. A large array of plants and herbs sprawled out neatly along the trunk and roots of the tree's. Oh how he wished he had his camera with him!
"Where were you headed anyways?" Fugue broke the silence with a stale tone, not even sounding interested. Beat shook his head as if he were in a trance, breaking his gaze away and toward his company. Tilting his head to the side, eye's wide with curiosity and wonder.
"I was trying to find my way back to Ritardando." My friend Retto must be really worried about me!" Beat blinked, thinking of the truth behind his words. Is Retto really concerned about me?
He could hear the low rumble come from Fugue, breaking into his thoughts. "Your friend? I would of expected for you to be more concerned about what your parents thought."
Beat took in a small gasp, looking away briefly. There was an awkward silence, nothing but the sound of their boots hitting the forest floor. Biting his lip before responding, "I don't have any."
Fugue stopped dead in his tracks, his facial expression giving off another pained expression. He looked up at the canopy of tree's, letting the rays of light stream down on his face. He loosened his grip on Beat's hand, sliding his thumb up to stroke the top of his knuckles in a soothing manner.
"That makes two of us."
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Beat sat in a fairly distanced patch of grass, watching Fugue twiddle a pale creature around his fingers, before snapping down and crushing it into oblivion. "Such disgusting creatures," He spat, looking around in frustration. "Not a single one," he continued, "Not a single one here is glowing." The man took a seat in front of Beat with one leg folded and the other propped up. "I think that brat has finally lost it."
The brunette offered a kind smile. Fugue had not harmed him in any way since the incident that morning, the wound on his head had dried up and the trail of blood was pale, barely visible. "Were you really sent all the way out here to find the glowing agogos?"
"Didn't you hear me the first time?" Fugue rasped coldly. It was so strange to see how quick Fugue's emotions could change. "It's not like I don't mind getting out of that hell hole once in awhile, still, he'll have my hide if I return empty handed" His voice cracked slightly, fearing an intangible source.
"I'm sure it's not all that bad." Beat reassured him with another kind smile, shifting his position to get more comfortable. "I know I didn't feel to comfortable with the other kids back in-"
Beat didn't have time to finish his sentence, Fugue had already pounced on top of him. He muffled a scream as he hit the ground, Fugue's nails digging deep into his wrists as they were pinned down "Little shits like you shouldn't speak of things they don't know about," He smiled malevolently, his blue eye's welling with hunger. "You've certainly outlived your stay. Lets see how long it'll take me to break that neck of yours with my bare hands.."
No! Beat's mind raced, heart thumping loudly against his chest. With his remaining hand, he reached up and pushed against Fugue's chest with any strength and willpower he had. The man yelped immediately, letting go and recoiling back, startled. Fugue looked down and softly rubbed his chest with a soft groan similar to the one he made he previous night, which could barely be heard. Fugue looked up again, Beat cringing at the measure of hatred in his stare. The volume of his voice was low, and Beat had to strain forward to hear it.
"Waltz loved to 'play' with me too."
Beat wanted so fervently to make amends with Fugue. He wanted to help him and still ask him so many questions. What did he mean? What was he talking about? He knew he was kind and sincere at heart. He was only misguided and misunderstood....or were these the only thoughts that could be made to make him still sound like a human?
Fugue didn't dare let Beat sleep next to him that night. The night held no stars and no moon, just a hopeless dark abyss. Beat knew even if he tried to run away, he'd just end up lost again and maybe never see Retto again. At least with Fugue, Beat still had a small chance of survival if he were to reach Forte in one piece. He would take his chances, his emotions taking the best of him. The pair got little sleep, along with some protests from Fugue, Beat sobbed long, on and off through the night.
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DO WE HAZ TO INVOLVE WALTZ IN THIS?
Really?
I'm sad now ._.
YOU SHOULDA RAN BEAT, YOU SHOULDA RAN DDD:
I have absolutely no idea when the next chapter is coming o.o
It's not very assuring, I know.
But I have to make up for this chapter, after reading it over, I didn't quite like how it came out.
