MUCH OF THIS STORY WILL BE BASED OFF OF LAW AND ORDER: SVU, EPISODE: HUNTING GROUND
Disclaimer: I own nothing
WARNINGS: IMPLIED RAPE, LANGUAGE
Trent's hand brushed through his hair, and Regulus tried not to flinch. He refused to give Trent the satisfaction.
Regulus tried to move- to kick, to punch, to run, to do something- but his entire body felt like it was weighed down by lead, leaving him motionless on the mattress in that tiny underground room.
"Oh, I'm going to have my way with you, my little whore," Trent smirked.
Fear gripped Regulus's heart, poisoning his insides, and against his will, tears began to fill his eyes.
It would be just like that day eight years ago, but this time, Sirius wouldn't be there to save him. At least not in time.
Please, no more, he thought, but apprehension had tightened his throat, and only ragged breaths could escape.
"I want to explain something to you, Regulus. When you were younger, you really like to play games with your brother, didn't you? Sirius would always win," Trent smirked, laughing slightly.
Regulus allowed one tear to slip out of his eye, and a part of him wondered how Trent knew that Sirius always won, but that part was overwhelmed by the agonizing grief that rolled over him.
Sirius... I miss you so much. I'm sorry... for being mean and selfish at times. If I don't come out of this alive, I hope that you know that I will always love you, and I hope you feel the same.
"Games such as... tag... hide and seek... things like that," Trent continued, and he could hear that sick, insane smile in the man's voice. "Well, I'll play Sirius, and we can play games."
The eleven year old tried to shake his head, but all did was cause pain to seize his body and a killer migraine to implant itself in his skull. All he could do was wince and stare at the ceiling as Trent continued talking, chuckling at his prey's pain.
"Here's what you do. You run and hide in the woods. I come after you with this."
The man smirked as he lifted what looked like a rifle for Regulus to see. He even went as far as to chuckle and point it at Regulus, his hand on the trigger. Regulus could tell that he loved the fearful look that crept into Regulus's eyes whenever he did something like this.
Regulus's eyes widened. The man wouldn't kill him! Not that quickly. He'd want Regulus to suffer first.
He thought of something pricking his leg right before the pain began during his run in the woods.
Could that have been a bullet?
No... it couldn't be. If it were, Regulus would only feel pain in one spot, not all over his body, and he certainly wouldn't be unable to move from a gunshot. Besides, there'd be blood; Regulus couldn't lift his head much, but he didn't spot any huge amounts of red, so he assumed that, aside from the scrapes, he wasn't bleeding, a gunshot wound surely would've left a huge spot of crimson on his pants.
So what had been shot with?
Trent pulled the trigger and chuckled as Regulus flinched, but nothing flew out of the gun.
No bullets. Or anything else, for that matter.
This brought back the question: what had he been shot with?
He got his answer when Trent held up darts instead of bullets.
Tranquilizer darts? But Tranquilizers wouldn't have this effect on him; it's meant to calm someone down but not enough to almost completely paralyze them. Regulus was growing more and more confused by the minute; if only Trent would just open his mouth and tell him what he'd done and what he was going to do. But no... Regulus's life was never that simple.
"I put these darts, which are filled with a special treat, into the gun and shoot at you. If I hit you, I win, and I get a reward."
Trent placed his hand on Regulus's waistband, and Regulus found enough strength to jerk away. Trent simply laughed, knowing that his prey wouldn't be escaping him.
Regulus, realizing this, as well, fought back his tears, but he couldn't stop the tremors that shook his entire body.
Waves of pain were crashing over him, and he wanted to scream, to fight, but he couldn't even turn his head away. He wouldn't have been able to run; the only way he was getting out of here with these drugs in his system was if he was carried by someone or in a body bag.
"If you escape, you win the game. Remember, though, you can end the game any time," he smiled a scary smile.
Regulus knew what that meant. He thought of the ropes he saw scattered throughout the woods in the most random spots.
Still, the thought of hanging himself made his stomach jerk.
He really hoped that he wouldn't get that desperate to end the game, but somehow, he knew that at some point, he would.
"Now, I won the first round, so I get a reward."
His hands began to dance up Regulus's thighs, and he knelt down to press his lips against Regulus's.
Regulus's tears finally broke free.
The drug wore off about three hours after the rape, and thus, the second round began.
Trent escorted him up the stairs and shoved him out the door before setting a timer.
"You get a thirty minute head start. Go!"
Regulus ran.
He knew it was pointless by now. An electric fence that none of the trees reached above, but if he could just find the blasted gate, he could probably find a way to get the heck out of here.
But the question was... where was the gate?
Twigs and leaves crushed underfoot, making a racket that Regulus could not afford, but he forged on.
Somehow, knowing what was coming made the game even worse. Fear coursed through his body, pushing him faster but making him even more clumsy than he already was. Every ten feet, he tripped or rammed into something too solid for him to break right through it.
Trees rushed past, and he raced and raced and bolted through the woods until he located the fence.
From there, he dashed along it, searching for the gate.
He found it, but instead of being filled with relief, he was pumped full of disappointment.
There was a heavy, rusty, metal chain looped around the gate with a huge lock.
He'd need a key or at least something strong enough to snap the chain.
All he had were branches and rocks.
Footsteps sounded from behind him.
Had it been thirty minutes already? Regulus didn't know; it was hard to keep track of time in these woods. He didn't ponder it either; he simply turned on his heel and sprinted in a random direction, one that did not contain the sound of footsteps.
The footsteps continued to draw closer.
The sun was setting, and Regulus had found a hiding place.
Under the cabin was a tiny crawl space that only a very scrawny person could squeeze into. Perfect for Regulus.
Unfortunately, his time in the crawl space resulted in too much time to think.
He'd told Sirius to think of this as a game of hide and seek, and it truly seemed that way. Just much more dangerous.
He could almost imagine Sirius creeping alongside the house, smirking as he picked up the sound of Regulus's breathing in his chosen hiding place.
Regulus smiled, weakly, at the memories of hide and seek, but that smile soon dropped when he heard the footsteps.
Regulus, slowly, crawled out of the small space, and, glancing from left to right, he dashed in the opposite direction of the footsteps, returning to the maze of trees.
The sound of whooshing wind filled the air. Breezes ruffled Regulus's hair and howled in his ears as he pushed against it, fighting against the forces of nature to escape the dangers of mankind. These sounds mingled with the piercing shirk! and the rushing wind as darts flew through the air.
Regulus only ran faster.
His breath was running out. His lungs couldn't take anything in, and his ribs felt like they were going to break from the strain he was putting his body through, but he couldn't stop.
He wouldn't stop until he got home. He refused to.
Therefore, he forced his feet to carry him faster and faster into the woods, wincing every time a dart grazed his skin, even if it did not break through. Feeling unbelievably heavy, Regulus dragged his body, rattled with pain and feeling the aftermath of the drugs, through the labyrinth.
"Where are you, you little whore?" He heard Trent chuckle from behind him.
Regulus released a silent sob as he picked up the pace.
"No where to run. No where to hide. Still, I admire your determination to not get caught by me."
Regulus tripped, sending up a spray of leaves into the air.
"There you are!"
Regulus picked himself up and sprinted until his legs could barely support his weight.
A dart missed Regulus's ear by milimeters, and he cried out in shock and fear as it embedded itself in the tree trunk to his right.
Just make it end, he begged, silently, his breaths coming out in short, painful gasps. Please.
The boy suddenly let loose a string of curse words as he tripped over a gnarly tree root jutting out into his path.
Flames engulfed the limb, and he knew it was badly fractured, maybe broken. He was going to run, regardless of the injury, but he wouldn't be able to run as fast. He needed a Plan B.
As he limped along the trail, he pleaded, quietly, with the heavens:
"Please," he murmured. "Please."
A whoosh startled him, and there was a slight thump against the small of his back. For several moments, he sat frozen, waiting.
The pain set in. A small dagger were being thrust into his back, and arcs of electricity were shooting off from the stab wound, spreading numbess to the rest of his body.
Regulus collapsed, every part of his body singing a different intensity of pain.
This time, he didn't experience any hallucinations. Before his mind could easily begin to cook one up, the pain overwhelmed him, and he passed out on the ground.
His last coherent though was... how much longer would this go on?
"Sirius, we've been trekking around for hours! We don't even know where we're going!" James snapped.
James was obviously cranky (walking around in the heat with no sense of direction could do that to you), but Sirius either didn't hear him or completely ignored him.
"All right, we need to find a way to track Regulus," Sirius said. "Let's think of the clues. We know what the kidnapper and the car looks like. I had that dream, assuming it can be used as a clue."
"All right," Severus spoke. "Sirius, are there any ways to contact Regulus? Spells, phones, anything?"
Sirius furrowed his brow as he considered the question before he suddenly stopped dead in his tracks and his eyes widened.
"How could I forget?" He exclaimed, reaching deep into his pocket and pulling out a small, hand held mirror. "An enchanted mirror!"
"What do you need that for?" James asked, incredulously. "I'm right here."
"No, I made one for Regulus before I went to Hogwarts. If he has it on him, we can talk to him and try to nail his location," Sirius explained before flipping up the cover of the hand held mirror and staring into the glass.
Tentatively-hopefully- he whispered, "Reggie?"
Nothing.
"Reggie, please. Please, answer me."
The mirror remained silent. Sirius mentally cursed; why did he even get his hopes up? Reggie probably buried it in his trunk under all of his stuff. Damn.
"Siri?"
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