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WC:541

A/N: I started working out Chapters one and two since I'd already written them and then suddenly pow! My muse smacks me with more plot and I actually wrote this down, it kind of made me sick when I actually looked back on it though L I don't usually realize what I'm writing till I'm done- Kind of like a trance if you will.

Please read the warning!

WARNING: This has cussing, rape, and derogatory comments- I no way endorse such treatment of others- I don't hate people, no matter what race, gender, or sexuality-everyone is equal in my eyes!


Bernard's P.O.V

Oh god not again, not these hands all over me! Pulling my hair, at my clothes, pinching, slapping- laughter at my pain, sadistic pleasure at my fear.

"Bad boys shouldn't tell people lies."

It was so condescending just like it had been all those years ago;

"I don't lie!"

Something sharp scrapped across my shoulders, I screamed as it tore the flesh. It had been a hunting knife-The one who hurt me tortured me for hours before this became a game for his friends. He lied to me-duped me into thinking that maybe I wasn't so sick-that there were other people like me out there. He lied-just like everyone dose.

"You lied to me. You told me you didn't want me near you-ever. That was a lie."

MegaMind? Oh lord please don't do this to me, please don't add him to this torment! My face was gripped tightly in someone's hand and my head forcibly moved to face my attacker-MegaMind leered at me. I shivered at the malice leaking from his eyes;

"You want me close, don't lie-you like it when I'm around, you want me to do to you what they did to you. You want me to dominate you-fuck you."

I closed my eyes, no. No! I felt his warm breath on my face;

"You're a faggot, a little faggot who wants me to shove my dick in you."

I felt the tears traveling down my face, I was dirty. I didn't deserve to be alive anymore, what I felt was unholy and wrong. I knew that-it's why I was a frost king to everyone- showing them boredom and apathy. Making them talk behind my back-a fake they called me, lame, dull witted, freak.

"Please. Please don't do this to me."

He laughed, they were ripping my clothes, touching me, grabbing poking, squeezing painfully. I convulsed as one of them shoved something up into me, a beer bottle, it was shoved forcefully back and forth-my blood finally coating the damn thing, my rear having long since gone numb, there was jeering, they thought my pain was funny;

"Look at em' he's getting off on this!""Freak!"

"Fag!"

The pain increased as they took out the bottle, but they didn't stop-something else was shoved into me-one of them pulled their pants down, shoving his prick in my face;

"Suck it you little faggot!"

I tried to escape but the hands were every where-forcing me to take it.

"Bite me little bitch and I'll make you pay."

I let my mind shut down, just like when this happened-I just couldn't give two fucks anymore. I just waited for death to take me. MegaMind watched my humiliation with a grin on his face;

"Oh you're enjoying every moment you sick little fuck."

I screamed awake, tears streaming down my face- pain radiating down my body. Oh lord what the hell? I may have been many things but I didn't deserve this. I didn't deserve what happened to me almost a life time ago. Once again I headed to the kitchen to get a glass of water. If the Nightmares kept up much longer I was going to be dead on my feet at work… Damn it, this needed to stop and soon.