New chapter! Yay!

Um, yeah. This is an OC. But she's just here for narrative purposes, not because I'm shoving a Mary Sue into the story and mocking you with her. That would be silly since Kurt would only be interested in the Gary Stu side of things.

I still like this chapter, or I'd have rewritten it from Kurt's POV. Part of the point here is seeing Kurt from an outside perspective. I hope you're more amused than annoyed by her.

Review? Please? I ran through this again just for you (because I shouldn't be working on fanfiction right now. But two weeks from now, I'll be done with the semester and able to write without feeling guilty for it! Hahaha!). No really YOU. Not that I know which of you is reading this right now, but YOU know, so we'll go with you, okay?

Sally: Bad Things

The scary man carried Sally over his shoulder. She tried to scream, but the gag in her mouth stifled it into little more than a moan. It was enough noise for the scary man to spank her again, so she squirmed. He wouldn't let go. Then she was swinging down, the world suddenly reorienting itself to right-side-up. The scary man shoved her into the backseat of a car and tied her hands to the handle above the door—"oh shit handles" she'd heard her older sister call them when she didn't know Sally was listening. He slammed the door in Sally's face after he pulled the gag out and then got into the front passenger seat.

There were two other people in the car. A woman dressed in red sat at the wheel, pursing thick lips that Sally knew her sister would kill for. She started the car and drove them away from Sally's home and family. The other person was tied up the same as Sally. At first, she thought it was a girl with big, sad, blue eyes. Then she realized it was a boy, but he was still prettier than any of the girls Sally knew. He had the kind of face you only see on TV, and Sally bet he would be even prettier if he weren't glaring at the scary man hard enough that most people could probably have died of it.

Sally wasn't a little girl—she'd be thirteen in twenty-six days—but people liked to treat her as one. Grown-ups were supposed to take care of kids. They would smile and tell her everything would be okay even when Sally could tell it wouldn't. Like when her mama left home in the car after finishing a bottle of wine she'd only just opened that night. She slammed the car against a tree hard enough to shoot herself through the windshield. Papa told Sally in the hospital that everything would be alright and Mama would come home. Mama died, but Sally had only been ten years old then. And grown-ups were supposed to comfort kids with soft little lies.

Usually, Sally would have assumed someone older—and this boy had to be at least fifteen—would assume Sally herself was just a little girl in need of help and comfort. This boy, though, all but ignored her to make faces at the man in the front seat. Sally knew he was supposed to either treat her wrong so she could correct him, or indulge his fears to her so they could bond over their shared plight. In the movies, the two of them would fall in love, and he wouldn't care that she was younger because she was emotionally a woman. As kidnappings go, this one was rather droll.

There were two other times Sally had been kidnapped, both for ransom. Her papa was filthy rich, so it only made sense. No one ever kidnapped her older sister, but then, her older sister never wandered through the grounds alone after dark. So maybe Sally was asking for it. And maybe Sally hoped this pretty, pretty boy would stop glaring at the scary man so she could woo him.

No one spoke, and Sally realized she would have to take the initiative. She parted her lips ever so slightly and looked through her eyelashes at the boy. "I'm Sally, who are you?" It came out small and weak and so, so perfect for the situation. At least one of them knew how to act.

The boy looked surprised, which seemed rather silly to Sally. "Why?"

Sally thought she heard a muffled laugh from the front seat but chose to ignore it. At least the boy had stopped glaring. He definitely looked prettier with his features softened. "Because you don't seem much like a kidnapper." She gazed pointedly at his tied hands before wiggling her own.

"I'm…" He glanced at the front of the car, then back at Sally. "Call me Alex."

She smiled ever so slightly in a way that would let her face still look sad. "Alex, does he want money from your papa too?"

He shook his head, but Sally couldn't read his expression. Mostly it looked sad, but there was something else. Something that reminded her of the look in her papa's eyes when he made jokes about drunk driving even though that was how her mama died. "Robin doesn't want anything from my dad."

"Then why are you here?" She forgot to make her voice coy and flirty that time, but that was okay. She knew that over the course of their time together, Alex would slowly see more and more of her inner self. So this was essentially a preview, or foreshadowing, or the first tidbit of the more forward side of her personality. Or something.

The boy shrugged as best he could with his arms stuck above his head. "He wants something from me instead."

"Why? Are you rich?"

Alex laughed before he answered, and that made the scary man glare at him. "Oh, no, Sally. It's not anything like that."

Sally tried to think for a moment what else someone could be kidnapped for, but all she had were vague notions of Bad Things. "Then… then like what, Alex?"

His face got hard again, and Sally knew she had asked too many questions. "Doesn't matter. I won't give it."

Sally didn't talk again while they were in the car because it seemed like a time to be quiet. Even theatricality called for a tangibly thick silence in the darkness of the car. She tried to chew on it but only got a hold of her lower lip.

The woman at the wheel stopped the car outside a dingy motel that looked like someplace you would take a hooker. Sally wasn't terribly surprised. The others had taken her to similarly pathetic places. If kidnappers had money for a palace made of crystal, then they wouldn't have much use for Sally or ransom notes. So she also wasn't surprised when Robin untied her and dragged her into a room near the corner of the building.

It did surprise her that after the woman untied him, Alex walked in on his own.

"Bed," Robin growled at the gorgeous boy, tying Sally to a radiator after checking that it was firmly attached to the wall. He bound her with her arms behind her back so she faced outward at the rest of the room. She watched as Alex sat gingerly on the edge of one of two beds in the room. He should have been gazing at Sally, or at least staring fearfully at Robin, but Alex just stared dully at the floor.

When the scary man turned to advance on Alex in the way even Sally knew only a man sure of his own power could, she knew what was coming. She had never focused on the sort of bad things people could do to her or anyone else because she had always avoided them. People didn't want to hurt her; they wanted her papa to take her back.

She didn't think Alex had the same advantage. When Robin smiled at the way Alex flinched at his touch, Sally understood what the man wanted from him. She didn't feel so grown up anymore. Mostly, she just felt scared.

Alex didn't fight back much when Robin took off his clothes. He glanced at Sally for a moment before losing his pants, but Robin didn't seem to notice or care. Seeing his penis made Alex seem older to Sally. Because you could only show something like that if you were eighteen or married. Everyone knew that. And some part of Sally knew that wasn't true.

Robin unzipped his pants and pulled himself out. His penis was different from Alex's: big and hard and scary where Alex's was as limp as the rest of his body, lying on the bed like someone waiting for a nightmare. The man didn't bother to finish undressing himself. He pulled a bottle of something out of the nightstand and spread it over himself. The only warning he gave Alex before penetrating him was grabbing the boy ankles and dragging him so his legs wrapped around the older man.

Then Alex screamed. Robin thrust forward and back, still holding onto the boy's legs. Sally tried to close her ears, but only her vision went black. She listened to the sound of their bodies slapping together, to Alex's whimpers and moans, and finally to Robin's deceptively soft gasp. The mattress creaked with the weight of a dropping body, and Sally opened her eyes again.

Alex was facing her now, staring at a brown spot on the wall. Behind him, Robin reclined against the headboard, a small smile twisting his face. He looked scarier than before. Sally promised God that she would never wander around alone at night or giggle at naughty words when her friends came over for a sleepover again if he would save her from what had just happened to Alex.

"Well, girlie, how did you like that show?" Robin grinned and looked at Sally when he spoke. Her mouth was too dry and her brain too shocked to say anything, but he didn't seem to expect more out of her. He threw his head back and laughed. Alex, she noticed, looked worried. He also looked like he was about to cry. "Don't worry, hun, it's your turn now." He made it halfway to standing before Alex sat up, revealing a tangle of scabbed-over slashes on his back, and laughed.

"What, Rob, is that your attempt to de-gay yourself? 'Cause, sweetheart, the first person you banged wasn't your girlfriend; it was your boy toy."

Robin growled and leaned over the bed so he could wrap a big hand around Alex's neck. "I'm sick of your attitude, princess. Stop talking to me like that."

"Why?" Alex looked about to pee himself, but he kept talking. "Girls are easy enough to replace, but a pretty little thing like me? You don't find those in every hick town you pass through." He wrapped his legs around Robin's waist and almost managed to look coy.

It hit Sally that Alex hadn't just gone insane. He was protecting her. She didn't think she could be more grateful to him if he'd taken a bullet for her. And when she watched Robin swell to press against Alex's butt, she knew it had worked. In the time between Robin entering the small boy again and that strange, soft sigh he let out at the end, Sally realized Alex was also right. Robin wanted the boy more than he did either of the girls.

~.x.~

So, this chapter is a lot of firsts (and possibly onlys). First one I wrote, first OC POV, first chapter that doesn't have "Kurt" mentioned in it anywhere, first female POV (and she's kind of annoying, so I feel like I need a POV that doesn't make my gender look bad…), first person to interact with Kurt who doesn't know his real name…

I wanted a foreign, outside perspective for this. And since I actually like my other POV characters, I figure what's more foreign than someone who I kind of want to smack. Sally is surprisingly fun to write though, especially at the beginning when she's at her most ridiculous (and annoying). I don't have plans to write from her POV again though, so there's that. Um. Sorry if you're twitching with the need to slap an annoying little girl.

Please review! Even if it's just to tell me how much you want to kill my OCs. :)