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The silence was broken when the man with the dreds stood and approached me. I stood still as he came in front of me, taking hold of my chin and turning my head to the left and right.
"You're right Ventus, she is prettier. But lets see if her body is better," he said.
In front of everyone and without hesitation, the man took hold of my shirt and ripped it off of me. The cold air attacked my skin, but I didn't dare move or complain about it when he took off my bra. In moments I was standing there, completely naked for everyone to see, everyone but four that averted their eyes.
This struck me as an odd reaction, these men not looking at my body; this never happened before. Was I not to their liking? Could they possibly be homosexual? I'm not really hurt by the fact that they weren't looking at me, I just want to know why they're looking away…
Just then, the twin who's name I have yet to learn, stood from his seat on the couch and stormed out of the room. The redheaded man sighed, saying something too low for me to hear, and followed him out. Neither one of them glanced at me on as they made their leave.
"Of course, Roxas is going to be a baby about this," Ventus said, rolling his eyes before bringing his gaze back to me.
They all laughed at this, save for the blond man with the guitar and Zexion who both shook their head and left quietly. Ventus seemed the most interested in me, most likely because we were around the same age. He didn't make a move to hide the look of lust for me from everyone in the room.
"I'm starting to wonder if he's gay," said the pink haired man.
Everyone's laugher became louder, no one noticing that Ventus' previous mood had changed to very angry due to what was said. His face became dark with furry and his eyes glowed, starring down the pink haired man. Then, with no warning, he leaped from the couch and tackled the other man with enough force that the couch as well as the other two people seated at it fell back-words.
"Don't you dare call my little brother gay you pink haired faggot!" Ventus yelled, wrapping a hand around the man's neck.
Even though Ventus was smaller than the man, he seemed to be much stronger and even hurting him. The blond woman and the man with the eye patch got up and out of the way quickly. They didn't seem scared of Ven, just cautious of him and what he might do. No one did anything to stop Ven from continuing to choke the other man, as well as punch him a few times until there was blood. As quickly as it had started, it ended with Ven getting up and walking away without a word.
The woman waited until he was out of the room to go and help, taking a few tissues from off a side table and dabbing the blood away from the man's face.
"For someone who always talks bad about his own brother, he hates when anyone says anything about Roxas," said the creepy guy with long blond hair.
While they were all talking about Ventus' sudden attack, I silently made my way to the door. It would be nice to go to my room and sleep on my bed for a few hours…
"Where do you think you're going?" Luxord asked, grabbing me by my waist and pulling me away from the door.
He then picked me up and threw me on the empty couch, getting on top of me.
"I-I was going to my room," I replied, shrinking away from him.
I could feel everyone in the room watching this, some of them even laughing. This was nothing but a sick type of entertainment to them.
"Not yet you're not. I want to finish what we were doing earlier," he said, wrapping an arm around my waist to pull me close as he began to kiss up my neck, one of his hands separating my legs.
"Get a room you pig!" yelled the woman, looking very annoyed at Luxord.
Luxord chuckled at this and stopped kissing my to look at her with a smirk. She stood there, arms crossed in front of her chest and left foot tapping in frustration. From what I could tell, they had a falling out not long ago and she was still upset over it.
"If you don't like what you see, then leave like you did last time, Larxene" he told her. "And while you're at it, do something with your hair. Those antennas of yours are so unattractive."
The woman, Larxene, took a step towards us as her face turned a little red, her hands clenched into fists.
"Oh shut the fuck up! You're just ad because you have a small dick," she yelled.
Everyone laughed at this, which made Luxord, who is still drunk, very mad. His grip on me tightened and became painful, but I held my breath and ignored it.
"Bitch please, if it was small you wouldn't have been moaning your head off every time I fucked you," he growled.
Instead of being afraid at how aggressive Luxord was being, she launched herself at us, fist raised to punch him. Despite how drunk he is, he easily dogged her attach, leaving me to take the blow in my left eye. My head snapped back and I cried out in pain from the punch.
"Good going Larxene, no one has even gotten to try her out yet and already you're leaving marks," commented one of the men still in the room.
Yet again, laughter filled the room as Larxene stepped back, glaring at everyone before storming off. Luxord, still pretty angry, got off of me and pushed me to the floor where I landed with a thud.
"I'm not in the mood anymore," he said, plopping down on the couch.
I gingerly touched my eye and felt the skin hot from the new wound as I got up. Quickly, I went over to where my clothes lay on the floor and snatched them up before walking out of the room. Tears blinded me as I made my way back up the stairs while putting my clothes back on. When I reached my room, I went in and closed the door behind me, making sure to lock the door before collapsing on the bed.
Tears began to cascade down my face and I didn't care anymore. I wished I was back with Jake instead of being here with these heartless monsters.
I don't remember falling asleep, but I was jolted awake from the sound of a door slamming closed not far from my room. This didn't interest me, but I had gone the entire day without eating and my stomach began to fill the room with its growling. Getting out of bed silently, I unlocked the bedroom door and quietly stepped into the hall. From what I could tell from how dark it was, it was nighttime and everyone had gone to bed. It would be best to make my trip quick; it wouldn't be good if I were to wake someone up.
The only problem, other than the lack of light that I need to have to see, was that I had no idea where the kitchen was; I had only seen a few rooms in this huge house. Of course, I knew it wouldn't be upstairs, that would be an odd location for the kitchen, so I made my way silently down the stairs, holding onto the railing tightly. I made my way through several rooms, carefully walking around furniture, searching for the kitchen. Just as I was about to give up and return to my room, I found a door that I hadn't been through yet. Hoping that it was my desired location, I tiptoed to it and pushed open the door and stepped in.
A blast of sound came from the room, making me jump back in surprise. The door clicked closed faintly behind me and I stood there, looking at a mirror image of Roxas, Zexion, the blonde man with the mullet, and the redheaded man playing instruments. The redheaded man sat at a drum set, Roxas stood between Zexion and the redheaded man, each having a type of guitar and microphone before them. Each of the had their eyes closed, letting the music that filled the room come over them, none of them knowing about my being there.
Then, the music they were playing began to turn from unharmonized strums of the guitars and beats of drums to something that came together to sound beautiful. Roxas took a slow breath, reading himself to sing.
"So lock and load mercenaries," Zexion and Roxas sang in unison, leaning in close to their microphones.
Roxas then moved away, nodding his head to the beat of the song, everyone's eyes stayed closed.
"I see the smoke from the hilltop," sang Zexion alone before Roxas leaned back in to join. "They march one by one."
"The battle starts," the redheaded man sang in such an odd tone that it scared me, it was almost like a scream.
It was hard to understand what he was saying, but I could make it out. I leaned against the wall of the room next to the door and closed my eyes, not focusing on who was singing anymore, but the words and the rhythm of the song.
"Adversaries. We bathe in our blood. The worst is yet to come. We've reached the covenant. To kill what we have started. Kill the machines. We've spawned to fight in the darkest hour. They really nee to know, we really gotta go."
"We fight to live, we fight for pride."
"They really need to know."
"We won't back down, the weak won't survive."
"We really gotta go."
"We stay here tonight."
"Don't let them find us or we're dead."
"Promise me you won't leave my side."
"The warmest place to lie, my head."
"And when the sun comes up we fight."
"Don't let them find us or we're dead."
"So promise me you won't leave my side."
"Trace the blood back to the grave. The smoke has cleared. Thousands are destroyed. They send signals no salvation. We fight in lock out. Scope is ready to go. Armed with explosives. Spartans stand alone."
I jumped in surprise and my eyes snapped open when I heard a horrible noise come from one of the guitars and looked to see Roxas looking at me through the mirror.
"What are you doing here!?" he yelled louder than the music, turning to face me.
All music ceased to play and everyone had turned and was now looking at me. Roxas glared at me, eyes full of rage, while the others only looked surprised at my presence in the room. I took a step back in fear, afraid that they would hurt me like the others had only hours before now.
"I…I was looking for the kitchen," I answered quickly, hoping not to anger him any more than I already had.
Roxas dropped his guitar, not caring when it landed on the floor with a loud thud, and took a step towards me.
"Well it's not here, so get the fuck out," he growled, taking another step towards me and I quickly tuned to leave.
"Wait!" one of them shouted before a hand grasped my shoulder, making me flinch.
They were most likely going to hurt me like the others for disturbing them. I've only been here for a few hours and it looked like I wouldn't last long, I was making them all so angry with me. I hope I don't die tonight.
"Please don't go," said a gentle voice. "Roxas has been kinda grumpy lately, but don't let him scare you."
Turning my head slightly to peek at the man out the corner of my eye, I saw that it was the man with the mullet. He smiled brightly at me, eyes filled will happiness and excitement. This caught me off guard; I had never received such a look before.
"Why don't you stay and listen to us practice? You won't bother us, I promise," he said, turning me around with soft hands to face him fully.
I looked around him to see the redheaded man and Zexion looking at me while Roxas looked to the floor. They, save for Roxas, didn't seem mad that I had invaded their rehearsal in the slightest.
"That'd be cool," said the redheaded man, and Zexion nodded in agreement. "As long as Roxas doesn't make another uncalled for outburst," he scolded, glaring at the younger boy in disappointment.
Roxas remained silent, not looking at anyone but at his guitar that remained lying on the ground next to him.
"What happened to your eye?!" exclaimed the blonde man, stroking the bruised skin so gently it was as though he were afraid he would break me.
They all, including Roxas, looked back to me to see my black eye that I had received hours ago after they left the room.
"Larxene…She hit me," I answered silently.
The redhead scoffed while Zexion rolled his eyes. They didn't seem surprised that I had been injured, or that it was by that woman.
"She's a bitch, so it'd be in your best interest to stay clear of her as much as you can," the redhead said. "As well as Luxord. Not only is he almost always drunk, but he and Larxene have a stupid on and off relationship. Anyone he is with either one of them will either end up getting the shit beat out of them, or wind up in a ditch in the middle of no where."
"I'll keep that in mind," I said quietly.
The man with the mullet laughed and patted me on the back before pulling me towards the other three. I sat down in a chair that he pulled up for me while he and the others took a seat, taking the hint that they were going to take a break from playing.
"You're pretty cool. Xion, is it?" the blond said.
I nodded wordlessly in response, not looking at either of them but at the floor by my feet, as if t were the most interesting thing I had ever seen.
"Well my name is Demyx, that's Axel," he said pointing to the redhead. "Mr. Grumpy over there is Roxas. And him at the drums is Zexion."
Axel and Zexion waved and said their helloes, while I only nodded in response again. Roxas stood there, still silent and looking anywhere but me.
"Look, there's no need for you to be shy or scared around us, we aren't like the assholes we live with, I promise," said the redhead, making me peak up at him. "They have shit for brains and, unlike us, have no conscience so they do what they like to people."
No one had ever said something like that to me before, nor had anyone ever seemed to be so sincere when promising me something. He looked to be trustworthy, but I'm not going to allow myself to fall for this, he's most likely toying with me like many others had before.
"She's not going to believe us, Axel," spoke up Zexion after a moment of silence. "And I don't blame her."
"Well it's better to say that than have her completely scared of us. You never know, she might warm up to us like Naminé did-"
"Don't fucking talk about her!" Roxas yelled, clenching his fists and standing up so fast that his chair toppled over.
I flinched back in my seat when his glare left Axel and looked to me. He walked and stood before me, eyes locked on mine unblinkingly, and looked like he was going to hit me. The others stood, ready to pull him away if he made a move to hurt me.
"She's NOTHING compared to Naminé. NOTHING! This little, dirty whore is nothing but a worthless piece of shit. I would punch her but I don't want to catch one of the diseases she probably has. She's most likely going to be dead in a few weeks, but I don't give a damn," he said.
A warm wetness slid down my cheeks and I was shocked to realize that they were tears. I hadn't cried in years but this boy's words, which were far from the worst that's been said about me, had hurt me, making them flow freely down my face. I became embarrassed of this but I didn't dare look away from Roxas' stare for fear that it would anger him further. Yet again I was surprised, this time by the expression on his face turning from rage, to guilt. It didn't last long, he became angry again in seconds, but it still happened.
Was he feeling bad for me because of what he had just said? No… What he said was correct. He has no pity for me, only hatred. Also, what he said about me being killed, I knew he was right again. From the few hours I have been here, I can tell that I have no chance for escape and it would be a miracle if I survived a few weeks here; but there are worse things than death. If…no, when I die, I just pray that it's a fast, painless death. I know the odds of my wishes coming true are slim, but what else could I hope for?
Thank you again for reading this, I really appreciate it. Don't forget to review; it really helps me on later chapters. I promise I will take a break from watching the hockey games (go Pittsburgh Penguins!) and keep at this. Have a wonderful evening!
