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I promise, I really do, that I intended this to be a lot more light hearted, but this is where my writing took me and I couldn't argue with the muse. I apologize in advance for the dark subject matter, it's all innuendo for the most part and the dark thought of 'what could have happened'.
4.
They were both standing in an alien club, the deep thrum of strange music reverberating through the room and bodies everywhere of so many different shapes and sizes that it looked like a mass of fleshy, rainbow colored putty being thrown about in the delirium of flashing lights and exotic smells. Morty just felt dizzy from the overwhelming smells and put a hand out to steady himself, unfortunately he steadied himself on another being, one which began making high shrieking noises. Morty jerked away, stuttering out an apology. The creature seemed to become even more enraged and began to advance toward Morty.
Rick swooped in, stepping in front of Morty and spouting off some language at the creature, a hand moving to rest on the gun tucked in his waist band. Whatever Rick had done had the creature backing off immediately and moving away from them.
"Go-gotta be careful Morty, reeeaaal careful Morty. Place like this, area, area, like this. People'll hurt ya Morty, hurt ya."
Morty nodded, "O-okay, Rick," he paused a moment, staring up at Rick whose gaze was already back on the room, searching for something or someone.
"Tha-thanks, Rick," Morty said quietly, a small smile on his face.
Rick didn't seem to acknowledge what Morty said, instead moving off into the mass of aliens. This time however, Rick had a hand circled around Morty's wrist in a gentle hold. Usually Morty would've yanked it away and protested the treatment, however here he appreciated the gesture. The club was overwhelming and the dizziness, though not getting worse, wasn't going away.
They got where ever Rick had wanted, the far side of the club where the round booth tables were. This particular one had a gromflomite leaned back and dressed in extravagant clothing that looked foreign to Morty. He was surrounded by several women alien, or at least Morty assumed they were women alien, they very well may have been men, but their purpose as sexual providers in both social flaunting and personal endeavor was obvious by their behavior.
Rick began spouting off again in a strange language. The gromflomite responded in the same language. Whatever they were discussing grew boring as Morty couldn't understand what they were talking about. The gromflomite made a motion and Rick let go of Morty's wrist, and slid into the booth next to the gromflomite, seizing a drink that was offered to him. Rick seemed to add as an after thought the order for Morty to stand somewhere and not get into trouble. Morty managed a nod, anger causing him to not answer his grandpa and just stomp off and lean against the wall.
Minutes passed and Morty began feeling more sick, head beginning to pound from the heavy music and thick smoke in the air. It wasn't the type of ill feeling that was serious, more of a nuisance. Morty closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around himself, trying to make himself feel better. It didn't really work, but the pain eased a little as the strobing lights no longer lanced painfully across his vision.
Morty jerked as some sort of appendage landed on his arm. Eyes flying open and hunching down in fear, Morty saw a human looking person, the only thing which made them appear different being the four eyes blinking kindly down at him.
"Hey kid, what are you doing over here?"
Morty floundered for a moment, unsure if he should be afraid of this stranger. The deep voice and how the alien was dressed pointed to it being male.
"M-My grandpa," Morty jerked a hand out to point in the direction of the booth where Rick was currently exploding in some kind of laughter with his arm slung around the gromflomite and a drink in the other.
"I'm waiting for him."
The man let out a smile and gave him a sympathetic smile.
"You stuck here until he's done?"
Morty felt slightly uncomfortable answering the question, but he ended up quickly nodding his head.
"Well, I'm sure you're not used to this, the smoke and lights and everything can make you feel sick."
Morty rubbed his arm nervously, eyes looking at the ground. "Yeah," he said quietly.
The man ran a hand through his hair and shook his head.
"Well, I can bring you a chair, sitting down can help you feel better."
Morty frowned, a chair wasn't malevolent and the man wasn't asking him to go anywhere. On top of that he'd maintained a healthy distance from Morty, this wasn't like the Jellybean incident.
"Tha-that'd be nice," Morty mumbled, a small smile adorning his face.
The man beamed back, all four eyes blinking simultaneously. He walked off and came back a few minutes later with a simple stool and set it down for Morty. He left after that. Morty looked over at Rick, his grandpa appeared to be getting smashed, alcohol dribbling down his mouth and that wide eyed and glazed look in his eyes. Morty looked down at the floor, feeling lonely and useless. Times like these were moments which proved to him that Rick really didn't need him, his grandpa in so much pain that he had to get away from Morty and become drunk. He knew that it wasn't him, as Birdperson had explained his grandpa was in a lot of pain and that Morty had more impact on him than he thought. It still didn't erase the painful feeling of worthlessness which settled in Morty's stomach.
A loud laugh from his grandpa had Morty tearing his gaze away and setting it on the ground.
"Hey, kid," a familiar voice said.
Morty looked up to see the man from before, he had a drink in his hand.
"Thought you might want something to drink."
He offered the drink to Morty who took it, innocently assuming that it was as kindly given as the chair had been. Morty actually was pretty thirsty, he guzzled about half of it before pulling back. A few seconds passed and his body went completely limp, the cup falling to the floor. Morty would've quickly followed except for the fact that the man had gently caught him. He was pulled into the man's arms, cradled so his head was lolling uselessly against the man's chest and the man's one arm under his knees.
Morty felt so tired, his entire body so weak he couldn't move. He was awake though. The man lowered his lips near Morty.
"We're gonna have fun you sweet little human."
Morty felt his entire being overcome with terror, this was just like Mr. Jellybean.
"N-n-no, pl-please," Morty softly begged, too weak to raise his voice.
The man began walking, making his way through the crowd until he came to a door. Morty hadn't really grown much and he knew that he was pretty small for his age, so the man easily opened a discreet door and stepped through without losing his hold on Morty. The door shut and the sounds of the club were immediately muffled. The man moved down a hallway, opening one of the many doors lining it, stepping into a room with a bed, a water basin, and a dresser. He gently placed Morty on the bed, Morty had tears streaming down his cheeks but he was too weak to scream for help, even if he could it wasn't likely that anybody would hear him or even care if they did.
The man leaned over him, a hand brushing at the tears pouring from Morty's eyes.
"Shhh, shhhh, kid, I'll be gentle, don't worry, I won't hurt you. This'll be good for both of us."
This just made Morty let out a soft whimper of fear, crying out silently as he couldn't make his body move. Whatever he had drunk had completely incapacitated him while leaving him wide awake and aware of what was going on.
The man went to the dresser and opened a drawer, pulling out a few items which made Morty's heart thump faster in fear. The man came back to the bed, hands moving forward and unsnapping Morty's jeans. The man got onto the bed, straddling Morty and pushed a hand up his shirt. Morty wanted to die, he was so afraid even though he knew what was happening, there was no way to fight back, not like with Mr. Jellybean. He was going to be used and then who knew what the man would do with him after.
A hand began crawling up his shirt, fingers smoothing over his stomach while the man leaned down, mouth descending on Morty's and using him, foreign saliva being painted across Morty's face and neck.
The door burst open and Morty heard his name called out by Rick. There was the sound of a gun firing and the body which had been molesting him collapsed against him dead. Rick rushed over, pushing the body off the bed and onto the ground and then began prodding at Morty.
"Tha-tha-that bastard, what, what, whUURrpat did he give you?"
Morty could respond, tears still leaking from his eyes. The terror had been replaced by a relief so potent that it made him cry even more.
Rick was shaking him, trying to see if he was injured.
"C-c'mon Morty, ya gotta answer me Morty!"
Morty was too upset to force his weak voice to work and merely kept crying.
"I-I need an answer, Morty!" Rick's tone was frantic and his hands rough with hysteria.
Morty was surprised to see the amount of fear that was in Rick's gaze, fear and worry. Rick shook him hard again and Morty let out another choked whimper. This seemed to snap Rick out of whatever panic he was in and he stilled.
"O-Oh Morty," Rick whispered, his own eyes swarming with tears.
He lifted Morty gently, holding him close in a rare hug, hands gently petting Morty's head and arms cushioning his grandson. A few moments passed and Morty could only lay there limp and crying, accepting the comfort his grandfather was giving him. Then Rick gathered Morty to him, arms cradling him just like the man's had, with the same gentleness and tender consideration. This time though, Morty felt safe. They walked out, Morty's head propped so he could see the dead body of the four eyed man as they stepped through the threshold.