Wow, long time no see…. I hope what's in it makes up for the wait!! ;-)
WARNING: Abuse and attempted rape! Don't bitch about it!!
Chapter 9
Arrested
Middle Earth- watching Raven
It had been hard, watching his grandson go through that life. Celeborn stood in the corner of the room, arms wrapped securely around his wife as he observed his grandson witness the death of a friend, as he almost died in a scrap of metal and glass and blood. They watched him release more emotions with his songs than he ever released in the three years spent with his family. They watched him release more hate and pain and rage than any elf should be able to bear alone.
He looked to his family stationed around the room, his son-in-law standing with his own son's on either side of him, his daughter standing a little apart with her own family; Estel and Eldarion stood with her. He looked at Eldarion with pride. The elfling was now 17, born just two years after Elerossë. He stood tall, shoulder length black hair of his mother, and stunning gray eyes of his father; he would make any elf proud.
They had arrived just yesterday, this being the first time they viewed the room- Estel only having arrived back from his position on earth. It was with a sigh that he looked back to his great-grandson.
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Raven sat cross-legged on the edge of an abandoned building roof. It was relatively tall, standing on the edge of the city.
He rested at the corner, overlooking the nightlife of the darker part of Phoenix. It was about 11:30, still warm, with a gentle breeze blowing his black hair softly into his face.
His green eyes were resting sadly on the neon lights, hands relaxed in his lap. He had been there since before sunset, watching the sky progressively darken.
Raven blinked, head turning as the old, broken door opened and Ross walked over to him. He came to a stop behind him, leaving Raven to watch him over his shoulder.
"It's not your fault." He spoke softly, voice almost lost in the breeze. Raven snorted in amusement.
"What's not my fault?" he asked mockingly.
"Don't." Ross said sharply. "Don't do that." Raven looked at him questionly. "That!" he said, "Pretending like nothings wrong, like nothing happened."
"Nothing did happen."
"Your best friend just died!! How can you act like it didn't mean anything to you!" he exploded. "Acting like it was nothing doesn't make it go away, it doesn't make him come back."
Raven's mocking eyes turned cold, glairing into the blue above him. "People die all the time Ross. One more doesn't matter."
"Who are you trying to convince?" He shook his head, voice strengthening now. "We need you back at the house.
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Raven followed Ross back to the house silently. They arrived to find most of the gang gone (Not unusual) but some of the kids and a few teens in the living room. One of the teens, a boy of 14, nodded up the stairs.
They went up and found three more young teens standing around another. A boy lay on the bed, 15 years old. His dark hair was sticking to his sweaty face, body shaking, hands clenched. He was curled around his stomach, eyes tightly shut.
The boy's name was Shawn O'Connor, and had been apart of the gang since he was in charge. Shawn was one person who had fought him all the way- Being sarcastic, fighting his decisions… Raven didn't know how many times he had come back beat up, how many times he himself had punched the kid.
"Raven!" A young boy shouted, appearing from around the taller ones. "You have to help him, he's really sick!" The boy, Michel, was only seven. He had been abandoned by his parents almost two years ago, and was one of the few little kids that was with them, one of the few that managed to survive.
"He's not sick." Raven said, leaning lazily against the door frame.
"Yes he is!" Michel defended, small hands on his hips.
Raven shook his head with a small smirk. He moved forward, kneeling in front of the boy. Mike had been on the streets for an unknown amount of time before he was found before Kyle, sick, hungry, and dirty.
He had lived with them two years, had seen the gang wars, had seen the deaths and fights and pain. He had seen his savior, his mentor shot down and killed, and he still, somehow, managed to keep some of his childhood innocence.
Raven mentally shook the thoughts from his head. "You're a tuff guy, aintcha Mike?" He questioned playfully. The black eyes glared defiantly at him. "Ya gonna beat me up?" He questioned playfully.
A small smile finally came to the kids face. Raven stood up, hands casually resting in his pockets. He looked at the miserable figure on the bed. "Withdrawal's a bitch, ain't it, O'Connor."
Through his discomfort and pain, he still managed to rasp out a response. "Fuck y… you… Corinthos…" He spat, throat raw. Raven looked at the kid, reduced to pained whimpers and lips bitten in an effort to remain silent.
"Watcha been takin'?" he asked, resigned. Even if he wasn't, technically, the leader anymore, he knew they all looked to him for protection.
Another teen, Jeff Vik, answered him. "He's been takin' some newer shit from the dealer. Pain pills… Since he got knifed."
"Since he got… That was almost four months ago." Jeff stared at him silently.
Raven shook his head, pulling his phone from his pocket. It was just a cheep, pre-paid one, but worked when he needed it. Pushing the '2' on speed dial, he held the small object to his ear.
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Raven walked silently out of Manuel's apartment building. Hidden in his pocket was a small bottle of an illegal liquid that would flush Shawn's system. It wouldn't feel good, but would be better than dieing in the midst of convolutions as the result of his body being cut off from the drugs. He made his way into the subway, mentally mourning the loss of his car.
Nothing happened the whole way home. He made it all the way home, and left again to dispose of the bottle. It wasn't until he was only a block from where he was trying to get that it finally happened.
He had been walking, head up, eyes raised. It was something he had learned at a young age. No matter what you're thinking about, where your mind is, you look weak, you'll get hurt. Keep you head up, don't look like a target, and you're less likely to be one.
It was his fault in the end; he should have been paying attention. All's he could do was let out a grunt of pain as he was pushed face down into the gravel. He moved to turn and defend himself, but his wrists were grabbed, handcuffs snapped tight around them before he could.
He was dragged roughly to his feet, and could feel blood running from the new cuts on his face. "What the fuck are you doing!" he demanded, looking from the corner of his eye to the cop standing behind him.
"Raven…" He said smugly. "I can't say im surprised to find you here. Thought I have to admit, we were starting to think you were lying in an alley somewhere."
"Sorry to disappoint." He spat sarcastically.
"Oh, Im not disappointed. You're much more fun alive."
Raven growled as he was cruelly pushed forwards, shoulders protesting as they were wrenched upwards.
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Celeborn gasped, arms tightening around the slim waist of his bonded. They could only watch in mounting horror and hopeless despair as the night progressed…
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Raven sat in a grey interrogation room, leaning causally against the hard metal chair he was in.
The same cop that had arrested him sat across from him, two others with him. He knew all of them from other arrests. The one that arrested him was name Jack, the one to his left was Mark, and the other was Chris.
"You do realize that it's a felony to have this in your possession." Chris said as more a statement than a question, holding up the small bottle, only traces of the substance visible in the bottom.
Raven stayed silent, hands resting loosely in his lap, wrists still cuffed.
"And that having it is warrants a minimum three years in prison?" Mark added. At Ravens continued silence Jack stood furiously.
"WHO GAVE IT TO YOU!" He shouted furiously, hands slamming down on the bolted-down steel table as he leaned over, getting closer to Raven. Raven tilted his head to the side, the small smirk on his face further enraging the man.
His large hand raised and crashed against the porcelain skin of the young man. Ravens head whipped with the force of the slap. He straightened his head slowly, his pink tongue coming out to lick the trickle of blood coming from the corner of his lip. He raised his hands, his finger wiping the remaining blood from his chin. He looked at the red stain on his finger in disdain, wiping it on his dirty pants.
Finally he looked back at the officer. The man had a pleased expression on his twisted face, and the other two hadn't moved.
"We know where you got it, all's you have to do is admit it and we'll let you go." He said calm again. "Your confession is all we need to put him away. Think of it as you plea-bargain."
"You want a confession?" Raven asked peacefully. The cops leaned forward, hungry expressions on their faces. "The truth is, I found that when I went swimming… it was the strangest thing." He said evenly.
Jack moved around the table, leaning over his shoulder. "There are other ways to make a man confess." He whispered in his ear. In an instant the cop's hands were ripping at his shirt, mouth attached to his neck.
He was fighting back before he fully realised what was happening. Memories of his uncle flashed through his mind as he felt his arms being restrained by the two other men.
He swung his legs up, catching one of the cops, and allowing him to pull his hands free. He laced his hands together and swung at the other. Raven smiled at the satisfying sound of metal hitting flesh, as the cuffs came away from Chris' head bloody. Jack backed away, looking at his two injured co-workers.
Raven stood, fists clenched. He was now facing them, his shirt nearly shredded. A purple mark was rising on his neck where the smooth skin had been bitten, and nail marks were visible beneath the rips of the shirt.
"You're going to prison boy, do you really think anyone will care if we use you tight ass before you do? All's you can hope for is one power taking you as his bitch instead of being passed around." Jack looked his slim body up and down and lustful smile on his lips. "With that body though, I don't think it will be a problem for you."
Jack moved forward, ignoring Ravens' raised fists. He ran a finger lightly down the hand shaped bruise on his cheek. Raven pushed his hand away in disgust. Jack laughed moving over to the black recorder/tape player on the metal table.
He pushed a button and a song filled the room. "We can add assaulting officers to the list of felonies." He said amiably as he turned back to look at the defensive boy. "Tell us if you want to change you confession." The three cops left the room together.
when you're in prison, don't turn the other way oh don't pick up the soap, pick up
the soap oh don't pick up the soap, pick
up the soap when
you're in prison be sure to stay awake when you're in prison be sure to stay awake oh don't be no one's bitch, be no one's bitch oh don't be no one's bitch, be no one's bitch when you're in prison, don't
turn the other way when you're in
prison, don't turn the other way
keep your back
against the wall
when you're in prison, don't turn the other
way
do not bend at all
it's bad for you
someone will be waiting there for you
always lie upon your
back
keep you
from attack
it's
bad for you
they
won't help you make it through.
follow what i say to do.
you can make it through
you
can make it through
you can make it through
Raven's laced hands came down at the black box, slamming it from the table and into a concrete wall. His body shivered in disgust as he fell down into his chair. He rested his elbows on the cold table, hands fisting in his black hair. His eyes clenched as he swallowed tightly.
His mind was constantly flashing back, the feel of hands covering his unwilling body… he struggled to find reality, choking back the feeling of sickness he could feel in his throat…
Tbc.