Little time-jump again. Though we all know Brett and Ted are five years apart, can we make Brett freshly sixteen, please? AU, remember?
Just so everyone knows, I'm totally gagging on this whole Brett-thing. I love the kid. I hope he doesn't get into the WWE anytime soon, cause there's a good chance he'd overshadow Cody, but he's a good kid. I loathe Amir. Just saying. Read, you'll find out.
Ted hid in the ally beside the run down house, his jacket hood pulled over his head and resting low on his forehead. The bulky zip-hoody had hid his form, black as pitch to hide him properly. Night had fallen hard on this ghetto, shadows dancing over as many street-rats as the actual nasty rodents.
Ted was just two months past his eighteenth birthday, and he had gotten a job as a barkeep's assistant a few weeks after Kristen died. The guy was nice, he needed an apprentice and Ted needed the money. Working in a bar had plugged him into the best underground gossip, for the bar attracted many shady characters. He kept his ears open and his eyes down, pouring drinks and serving whatever the patrons demanded. He wasn't sure what he'd been hoping to hear, maybe Kristen's name or news of his family, but nothing of the sort flooded by. He'd almost given up hope when one night, while cleaning up, he heard two men in the midst of a drug exchange. This was nothing unusual, but the dialogue nearly made him drop his broom.
"I need more stuff, my rose is jonesing."
The darker skinned man snickered, exchanging a box of bottles with the other's envelope, "You ever gonna let me see that pretty kitten of yours, Amir?"
The man laughed at this, and Ted memorized his face when the dim light caught it. Black wavy hair, a scar on his cheek, stubble on his jaw, and a rather common-looking face.
"No way! I pulled that gem off the streets myself. I got him away from the pathetic gang, and when I yanked off his cap…let's just say, for the past year and a half, I've been banging the best pussy in town."
They clinked glasses, downed their shots, and went their separate ways.
Ted's heart had picked up a runner's beat in that moment, and he had to kneel to catch his breath. He knew that it had to be his brother they were talking about. If not for sure, it was a pretty damn good chance. He followed the man that night and found the run down brownstone, the windows sloppily boarded up and the brick weather-beaten.
For the rest of the month, Ted watched the bare closely for the sight of the dark haired bastard. He had a vague idea of what a 'rose' was, and the thought of his baby brother as one pissed him off. He stalked like the proverbial lion, waiting for his prey. And when Amir arrived again to make another deal, Ted pounced as fast as he could. More like running than pouncing, though.
Which landed him where he was now, crouching by the house. Once he was sure there were no people around, he crept up on the ledge and into the window. The house was as shitty inside as it was outside. It looked like on of those cliché drug dens from CSI, torn drapes barely covering the boarded windows but still streetlights managed to break through the cracks. The floor was littered with broken glasses and other scraps of paper, clothes strung out over it in rumpled heaps. The few pieces of furniture was covered with old, threadbare sheets.
Ted made his way through the living room, peeking into the rust-infested kitchen before going on. He crept down the hall, all the doors gone from the frames to be replaced by beads and thin curtains. The only room with a door was the very last, beyond the bend of the hall. He kept going deeper into the house without a though to his own safety, without a thought of who could be hiding upstairs or in the basement.
Ted cracked open the door, it squeaked loudly as he pushed it wide. He nearly lost his breath, knees trembling as they threatened to give out on him.
The room was nearly bare, scraggly curtain and shabby carpet worn to the bone. There was a little shutter-door closet, clothes piled up in the corner. That wasn't what got to him. What got to him was the simple futon rolled out on the floor, or yet…the body spread out on it. It was a boy, only sixteen, with short brown hair and a lithe body that had seen better days. His blue eyes were dazed, blinking up at the ceiling dully. He was shirtless, nothing under his jeans but the fly was unbuttoned to expose the smooth skin above his groin. Curled over his thigh was a slim tan tail, chocolate colored ears visible through his hair.
Ted swallowed thickly, "Brett?"
The young man stirred, shaking himself out of his stupor. He shifted a bit until he raised a bit onto his elbow, raising up enough to look at the doorway. His eyes sobered up, going wide with wonder.
"Teddy?"
"Bretty!" Ted ran over, diving onto the bed and taking his brother into his arms. Tears stung behind his eyelids, but he concentrated on feeling the body in his arms and having those strong arms come around him as well. He buried his face in his brother's neck, dropping chaste kisses into his hair. They just held onto each other for who knows how long, soaking up each other's presence after being separated for almost ten full years. The boy started to sob loudly in his arms, clinging to him for all he was worth
"Oh God, Brett" Ted pulled away, rubbing the tears on his younger brother's face away with the ends of his thumbs "Look at you! You're so…I can't believe I finally found you…"
Brett looked away, sniffling loudly, "I thought you were dead."
"I thought you were dead!"
"I've done horrible things, big brother" Brett wet his lips nervously "I just…I've let you down."
"You being alive is all I could ever ask for" Ted made his brother look at him, finally seeing the red staining his eyes "What's wrong with your eyes?"
Brett choked back more tears, "I'm sorry."
Ted pulled away enough to grab his younger brother's wrist gently, drawing out his arm. The soft flesh of his forearm was riddled with lines, ravaged by repeated use and not an unblown vein to be found. A further inspection yielded horrible results, bite marks all over his brother's body and hand prints on his hips.
"Is that blood?" Ted asked, his brother nodding while trying to hide the crimson staining his jean clad thighs "Tell me what the fuck has been happening to you."
Brett spilled it all in a hurried gush, crying again without meaning to. He told him all about being raised in a foster care home after being found by a social worker. He revealed that he'd run away when he was fourteen after being beaten by his foster mom, he had joined a gang of young guys like himself. They'd lived on the street for a few months, until Amir found him. Amir offered a home and food, but after only a few days he tried to get into his pants.
Brett tried to run away, but he was caught and beaten until he could see shades of purple that didn't exist in the sober world. It was all a blur after that. A needle. Heroin. A new addiction. Amir had his claws so deep into him that he now craved heroin, and he now needed money for drugs. Money equaled sex, and Brett wanted the juice so bad he gave Amir whatever the fuck he wanted.
Drugs made him forget what a filthy thing he'd become.
Drugs. Sex. Money. Drugs.
A ruthless cycle that left him strung out for days at a time, giving Amir plenty of time to use him.
"That sick fuck" Ted spat "I'll kill 'im, Bretty, I swear."
There was a loud noise from across the house, someone had just come inside.
"He's here" Brett grabbed his shoulder, squeezing the muscle insistently "Hide, Teddy. He'll hurt you, I know he will."
"I'm not leaving you alone" Ted whispered lowly.
"Hide" Brett pleaded "I'll take care of myself. Once he leaves, we'll get out of here. But please…I don't want him to hurt you, big brother."
Ted's heart ached, "I've already lost half of my heart, Brett, you're all I have left. Don't make me-"
"Oh sweetheart" came the greasy voice.
"Go" Brett shoved at him.
Ted reluctantly went over to the closet, pulling back the hinged door and slipping inside. He knelt and closed it behind him, able to see through the wooden shutters. He had a perfect view of the bed, of his brother as he laid back down.
The door creaked open again, revealing Amir in these dirty jeans and a threadbare t-shirt. He had just had a snort, from the way he was rubbing at his nose and with how bloodshot his eyes were. He grinned at the younger man, kneeling down onto the futon and holding up a box.
"I got what you need, my sweet pussy" Amir held up the syringe, the heroin already heated and broken down into a liquid from his stop downstairs. Brett sat up, reaching for it, but it got pulled away. Brett whined and mewed for it, pressing up against the older man and rubbing against him like the cat he was. Amir grinned and let him continue, rubbing down his arm.
"Please, Amir, please…"
"Ok, bitch, I got ya" Amir grabbed the boy's wrist, making him hold out his arm. He pulled out a tourniquet, tying it just firm enough on the boy's upper arm.
Ted cringed and watched as Amir filled up the syringe, bile rising in his throat as he saw the mewling whore his precious brother had been reduced to. As soon as that needle pierced his flesh, Ted swore he'd save his brother from this. He winced at the soft moans his brother made as the drugs hit his system. When Ted managed to look back, he saw Brett's head fall back and his pupils blow.
Amir smirked down at him, leaning down and licking a slick trail up the young boy's neck. His mouth trail across his bare collarbone, then up the side of his head to bite at his soft feline ear.
It seemed Amir had a kink for their genetic mutation.
Amir yanked the spent syringe from Brett's arm, getting a groan for his effort. He let the boy drop back onto the futon, leering down at him hungrily.
"Does it feel good, pussy-bitch?" Amir hooked his hand in the boy's jeans, using his grip to flip him over onto his stomach " 'Cause I'm gonna make it that much better…"
Ted saw red when Amir ran his hand threateningly down his brother's back, and he fucking lost it. He burst from the closet, diving at the older man and knocking him off his brother.
"Let go of him!" Ted screamed, drawing back his fist and punching the man in the face over and over to punctuate his words "You sick - son - of - a - bitch!"
Three men busted into the room, swarming around their fallen leader and grabbing Ted by the neck and shoulders. He was yanked off Amir, dragged across the room and held there on his knees. He struggled against the three older men, but their muscles outweighed his own. He kicked and scratched to no avail, and he knew he was in some serious trouble when Amir got up off the floor.
"My, my" he growled, wiping at his bloody mouth "Who's this feisty little thing?"
"Boss, look" a taller man with dark red hair grabbed Ted's chin, tilting his head up "Don't he look like your rose?"
Amir peered closely at him, then smirked, "Well I'll be damned."
Amir walked over, raking back Ted's hood to reveal his golden ears and ruffled crop of hair.
"Damn" the dealer breathed, mouth dropping open "I guess you're the brother the little bitch talked about."
"He's not a bitch!" Ted spat "He's my little brother and I'm taking him out of here! He's only sixteen, you bastard!"
"And how old are you, pussy-bitch?" Amir knelt down, getting right in the blonde's face.
Ted swallowed thickly, knowing when someone with lust in their eyes meant him harm.
"He don't look no more than eighteen" the shortest of the three guessed correctly, arm still looped under the boy's neck.
"You're right, Ricky" Amir crooked his finger at the man with the bandana, making him let go of the blonde's neck and walk around him. Amir whispered something in his ear, Ricky agreed and quickly agreed before leaving the room.
The other two holding Ted laughed, making the younger nervous as hell.
"So you're the boy's big brother, huh?" Amir stepped closer to admire him further, tipping up his chin and tilting it from side to side so he could get a good look at him "You're a pretty thing. You're…damn, I hate to say it, but you're prettier than your brother over there."
Ted wrenched his chin out of his grip, glaring defiantly. Amir pulled a gun out from the back of his pants, unclicking the safety. Ted watched in horror as a silencer was screwed onto the end, but he kept up his brave front.
"I'm not afraid to die" Ted lifted his chin a bit, lips tightening in a thin line.
"Oh, baby-sweet, I'm not gonna kill you" Amir let the gun hang at his side, harmless for now "I want to make you a deal. I'll stop fucking little Brett over there…if you take his place."
Ted's jaw dropped, he hadn't expected this, "What?!"
"I'm not gonna repeat myself" Amir narrowed his eyes, spitting out each word sharply "I won't put a fucking hand on your precious brother if you take his place here."
Ted tried to comprehend this. Being drugged up all the time, being passed around like a whore…it was too unreal to even think of. He'd never had sex, but from the blood staining his brother's jeans, these men wouldn't be swayed to kindness. The thought of Amir anywhere near him made him sick, but what else could he do? He needed to save his baby brother, and this was the only way he could see how.
"O-ok" Ted nodded "I'll…I'll do it."
"Ok then, you're mine" Amir turned, facing the high brunette still limp on the bed "Brett, you're free to go. I hope you've squared things away with God."
Ted watched in growing horror as Amir lifted the gun, aiming it right at his brother's head.
"Brett!"
But it was too late. A muted pop echoed around them, Brett's body jerking once really hard before starting to tremor almost violently (his tail flicking wildly against the covers.) He was bleeding out quick, the shot in the neck bleeding profusely.
Ted fought out of the men's grip on pure strength, tearing himself away. He ran at the bed, almost fall on his brother as he knelt on the bed. He cradled the boy's body, firmly clamping his hand down over the bleeding wound. Brett looked up at him with wide eyes, mouth working silently as he tried to fight the inevitable. Not even a doctor could save him now, his jugular pierced.
"No, Bretty, no" Ted pleaded, shaking his head "Don't die, I just found you! Don't die on me! I wanted to make everything better, I wanted to save you, I wanted…"
Brett went limp, his azure eyes staring up at his brother blankly. Ted knew then that he had lost his brother after being away from him for so long, he had lost his sibling before he got a chance to reunite properly. Tears streamed hotly down his face, his heart breaking into a thousand pieces all over again.
Slicked with his brother's blood all the way up to his elbows, Ted collapsed into him and started to sob. That was it, he'd lost. Life had beaten him down, and there was nothing else to it. He had no family, no friends, no home or assets. He was an orphan and a freak, unable to do more than lift a wallet. He was a disgusting monster, and he deserved nothing.
The last part of Ted's heart withered up and faded to dust, leaving him an empty chest.
Ted wanted one thing now, to be left alone.
And he wouldn't be getting that for a very long time.
One big brute grabbed him around the waist, lifting him wailing and clawing right off his feet and into the air. The other jackass picked up Brett's body and tossed it across the room like nothing, it fell with a hollow thud against the horrid carpet.
"Let me go! You lying bastards!" Ted screamed, thrown down onto the futon. His legs were pinned by one man, his arms held flat by the other. He bucked and hissed at them, tail coiling violently beneath him. Amir came over, laughing cruelly at his predicament.
"I'm gonna drug you up so good, honey" Amir crooned, grabbing him just below his chin and forcing him to look at him "And then…then I'm gonna fuck you, and you're gonna hiss and mew like a good pussy. I want you to scream as I tear up that tight ass of yours."
Ricky came back into the room, going right over and kneeling next to his leader. He offered Amir the syringe full of heroin, he gladly took it.
"Get ready, baby-sweet, here it comes" Amir grinned, leaning up to get better access to the blonde's bare forearm. Ted clenched his eyes shut, not wanting to see it happen to him. He positively yowled when the needle was shoved into a vein, screaming louder when the burn of the drug flowed through him. He tried to fight it, he really did, but it hit his system hard.
Ted quieted down almost instantly, body going numb and tingly. His breaths got ragged and slow, pupils blowing out as he was poisoned completely.
Ted got lost in a dark haze, and the last thing he could remember were hands pulling at his clothes.
Yeah, I know dude, that was horrible. I am so mean. When I started a 'cat fic', I thought it would be all nice and sweet and cute. Er, it turned out angst-y and dark all around. Poor Teddy, poor Cody, and my poor Bretty! Oh well, things happen. Ted needs to be a jackass later on, and this is what goes down. Now we're going to see John Cena come into play, as well as the rest of the masters.