A/N- Your reviews make my life worthwhile, which is weird because I have no life... I'm secretly a vampire, right Jess? Speaking of Jess, for those of you who have read Lost & Found and really want an update, Jess is extremely sorry for not getting chapter three up. She doesn't have any computer access right now. And let me clear some things up, Magnus escaped at 17, did a bunch of bad stuff for like a few weeks, set the fire, got caught right before he was eighteen, and has to stay in Idris until July which is a month after his 19th birthday, got it?
Wait, quick WARNING: May I remind you that this fic is rated M for a REASON.
Disclaimer- I only own the plot and the drama.
"What?" I exclaimed, dropping his hands like they were on fire. Ha, on fire. I bet I would've giggled at that had I not been so mad at him. "You tried to kill me?"
"No, no," Magnus said, grabbing for my hands again. I kept them out of his reach. "Let me explain," he pleaded.
"Explain? What is there to explain? You tried to kill me and a nine year old boy!" I almost shouted.
"I never tried to-"
Magnus was interrupted by Monty calling all of the boys into the cafeteria. We angrily got into line, not having a chance to bicker unless we wanted to get into major trouble. I was so furious with him for not telling me about it sooner. He probably knew that there were people in the store and he set it on fire anyways. Why, of all of the people on this stupid planet, did Magnus Bane have to be the one to do it? Why the love of my life? How was that fair?
Breakfast was super awkward and I sat at the opposite end of the table from Magnus, all by myself, trying not to cry like a baby. Sebastian had scared the shit out of me that morning and then Magnus tells me he damn near killed my brother! I didn't even have Ragnor to talk to. I was completely and utterly alone.
The rest of the day was extra painful. There was a lot more snow on the ground and they made us shovel all of it out of the yard. On top of that, it was freezing outside. My hands were numb and weak and the break for lunch was a lot shorter than usual for some reason. After lunch, more shoveling ensued and I began to get blisters all over my fingers. My first thought was to talk to Magnus and see if there was something he could do about it, but I remembered what he did to me and the thought hit me harder than when I first found out. I nearly broke down right then in there, in the middle of the yard, covered in snow and sadness, but I managed to keep myself generally together until after dinner.
Magnus tried to talk to me numerous times throughout the day, but I avoided him at all costs. He was the one who got me into Idris in the first place, he was the one who tried to kill me and my brother, and he was the one who broke my heart… Well, in retrospect, I didn't give him a chance to explain at all, I just blew up and then didn't talk to him. My unfairness was the last thing on my mind though. I was too busy being angry and depressed to really think straight. Hell, I couldn't do anything straight.
After dinner, I hogged the bathroom in order to avoid Magnus and (although I would never admit this if someone asked me) I cried my eyes out like the teenage girl I know I can be. Out of every single person on planet Earth, the very last person I would've ever suspected as being the one to pretty much ruin my life would be Magnus.
I wondered if he knew that I had even been in the store at all. Maybe he didn't know anyone was in there and he just really needed to set something on fire. Maybe the fire itself was an accident. Maybe something else happened and he really didn't mean to do it. All of the possibilities in my head were overwhelming and I stood up a little too fast, making myself kind of dizzy, but I wiped away my tears and practically ran to the bathroom door. Someone was already opening it from the other side and when I saw his hair I thought it was Magnus for a split second, but I had come face to face with none other than Sebastian.
"There you are," he said over-cheerily. There were definitely some screws missing in his head. "I was looking for you." He shut and locked the door behind him, causing me to almost throw up out of fear.
"What do you want from me?" I stuttered, backing up until I hit the opposite wall.
Sebastian grinned maniacally and strolled toward me like he was taking a walk through the park. "Oh, I don't want anything from you," he said. "I simply want you."
"What?" I half whispered half yelled. He was standing so close to me that I could feel his breath on my neck. Cold fingers touched the revealed skin above my belt and I shuddered at his touch. It wasn't in the way I shuddered when Magnus touched me, no it was much different. I was so scared that I was shivering and the room seemed to have dropped ten degrees since he got there.
When his cold hands moved to my belt, it took me a minute to actually move, I was so scared, but I did somehow move my joints and barely pushed his hands away from me. I was too late; he had already undone my belt and the button on my pants. The creep just smiled at me and I couldn't breathe all of a sudden.
A weak and measly "Stop" came from my lips but my voice cracked halfway through the one syllable word and my breathing had almost ceased, except for a few random bursts of air every couple of seconds. "Stop it," I said louder.
He stepped back a fraction of an inch and his demented grin grew wider as he saw my face and my undone belt. "Are you going to play hard to get now?" he asked quietly. "Because I can do so much worse." Before I knew what was happening, he put his lips to mine and practically shoved his tongue down my throat. I pushed him away from me and he stumbled backwards but quickly regained his balance.
"Stop!" I shouted, trying to get to the door. My wrist was grabbed and I was roughly thrown against the wall, getting the air knocked out of me. His lips were back on mine and I used my fists to try and pound him away from me.
"Your hands are going to be a problem," he whispered in my ear, his breath just as cold as his fingers. Then from out of nowhere he's holding a pair of handcuffs. "Good thing I got these off a new kid."
"What-" My question hung in the air when he slapped me across the face and I fell onto the floor, hitting my head on the wall. Sebastian handcuffed my wrists through the leg of a bathroom stall so I couldn't even move them. I tried in vain to get them free but every time I tugged on them, the metal scraped against my wrists and I was reminded of my first day in Idris… The first time I met Magnus.
"That's better," he breathed, standing over me to admire his work. His head tilted curiously to the side and he suddenly yanked down my pants and boxers, leaving me cold and exposed. I felt like I was suffocating when he pulled his down as well and straddled my hips. I knew what was coming next but refused to believe it. My eyes kept drifting towards the door, hoping, praying, someone would come in and see what was happening and stop it, but the door was locked and it wasn't like anyone could hear. What really shocked me was that Magnus hadn't come looking for me yet. He probably knew I was hiding in the bathroom but was trying to give me some space, some time to think, like the good boyfriend he was. I wished he was there.
I cried out in pain as Sebastian pushed himself inside me, no gentleness in his urgency. It was the worst pain I ever had to endure in my life. It was worse than the brutal everyday routine of Idris, it was worse than having broken ribs, it was the worst pain I had ever felt because it would affect my life for years after and I could do nothing about it.
Tears were streaming down my face in a never ending waterfall but I refused to let any more sound escape my lips. I was biting my bottom lip so hard I started to taste blood and my wrists were burning. Sebastian would only like it more if he heard me cry out again, he was already making noises of pleasure as he went harder and faster, like I was his play toy. In a way, I guess I was; he was doing what he wanted to me while I just lied there in agony, not having enough strength to get him off of me. He just kept pounding into me, over, and over, and over again, causing the top of my head to crash into the leg of the stall I was handcuffed to.
I kept wondering what I did wrong, why something like that would happen to me. My first thought was that it was a punishment for being gay, that being gay was horrible. But Magnus always told me there was nothing wrong with being gay at all, that I was a beautiful person no matter what, and that I should always love myself. But I couldn't figure out why my body was being invaded like it was.
My eyes slid over to the door again right as Sebastian finished, forcefully shooting off inside me. He stood up and put his clothes back on as I saw that the doorknob was turning side to side and then the door itself slid open, revealing Magnus. The light of the bunkroom behind him made him look like an angel, coming to save me, holding a bobby pin that I assumed he had used to unlock the door. His expression turned to one of immense disgust and horror when he saw the scene before him.
The heavy bathroom door swung shut behind Magnus and he ran over to Sebastian, slamming his cheek against the wall and holding his hands behind his back.
"What did you do to him?" Magnus yelled in his face. "You rape him?"
The word made me cringe from my position on the floor, though I was highly aware of what had just happened.
Sebastian just smiled like a maniac and eyed Magnus. "The little faggot liked it," he slurred. He didn't have a chance to say anything else, Magnus whipped him around and punched him right in the jaw, picking him up by his hair when he almost fell to the ground.
"Get out of here," he growled, shoving Sebastian out the door. "I'll deal with you later." He slammed the door and stumbled over to me, sliding to his knees when he got there. Magnus saved the last ounce of my dignity by pulling my pants up for me. "Can you sit up?" he asked gently, his voice taking on a completely different tone.
"My hands," I said hoarsely.
"Oh." He picked up his discarded bobby pin from near the wall and used it to undo the cuffs. Sitting up proved to be a harder task and I was still in so much pain. My tears had yet to cease as well.
After I sat up, Magnus cradled my abused body against his and stroked my hair back. I cried harder and clutched his shirt.
"It's okay now, baby," he soothed, kissing my forehead and rocking me back and forth. "It's over now." His voice was just as hoarse as mine and I could tell he was crying, too.
"I'm sorry," I sobbed into his shirt, barely getting words out of my mouth. "I should've… let you explain. Then none of this… would've happened."
"No, love, don't say that," he answered. "Don't blame this on yourself. There's nothing you could've done."
"But I-"
"Shhh," he said. "Stop it. I feel horrible about all of this. I pretty much got you into Idris, I should have never messed with that stupid surveillance camera and then the wires and you just got…"
"Please don't say it," I pleaded, though I wasn't sure what he had been babbling about before that.
"Sorry baby," he muttered into my hair. "Do you want me to take you to Nurse Herondale?"
"What will she be able to do?" I murmured.
"She can give you a private place to sleep," he said, kneeling in front of me so I could see his face. "And I bet she could give you some painkillers."
"I don't think anything can help the pain…" I started. "But I'll go if you come with me."
"Alright, come on," he said, holding out his hands. I took them and he hauled me up, causing the pain in between my legs to sear. Making a noise of more than just discomfort, I felt my legs turn to jelly and Magnus quickly caught me in his arms when I stumbled.
"Can you walk?" he asked softly.
"I think so," I muttered, making sure his hand didn't leave mine. He carefully guided me to the door and opened it, walking with me swiftly through the bunk room, but going slow enough that I could keep up.
What happened next is sort of a blur. I remember us being almost to the door the guards were behind when Magnus' hand slid out of mine and he stormed off to a corner somewhere. Sebastian was standing there, looking particularly satisfied with himself, when Magnus tossed him into a table like a ragdoll. Sebastian still had that crazed look in his eyes when he tried to get up.
"Magnus, what the fuck?" William yelled, helping Sebastian up. Magnus didn't answer, only grabbed my hand and walked through the door to the hallway.
"Where do you think you're going?" Monty asked, stopping Magnus and I from continuing down the hallway.
"Can I take Alec to the nurse?" he asked sweetly, making his eyes extra big. "He's horribly ill."
"He doesn't look like it," Monty said skeptically. "But I guess you can take him. I'll need to escort you." He lead the way down the hall, a bit too fast for my body, brought us to Nurse Herondale and then left.
"Hello," she said, walking towards us. "What is it that you need? I'm busy." From what I saw, she had been watching soap operas on a mini TV that sat on her desk.
"Alexander is sick," Magnus said, gesturing to me.
"Have him lay down, I'll be right there," she said. Magnus did just that while Ms. Herondale went and turned off her mini TV, coming back to us with a thermometer in her hand. She stuck it in my mouth before I could say otherwise and took it out when it beeped. "His temperature is normal," she said, glancing at Magnus. "Is there anything wrong with him at all? Because if you're wasting my time, young man, I will-"
"Ms. Herondale," Magnus interrupted, taking her elbow and guiding her away from me. The room was quiet enough that I could still hear them, though, and she was peeved that he had grabbed her elbow like that.
"Listen," he said softly, catching her eye. "Alexander isn't sick, he-"
"Well them why did you bring him here?" she asked. "What are you trying to pull, Bane?"
"Please just listen to me," Magnus started again. "He isn't sick but he uhm…"
"Spit it out."
"Alexander was just raped."
"That is a very serious accusation, Bane," Ms. Herondale said.
"I saw it happen!" he growled, making her jump a little. "Can you please just give him medicine for the pain and something to help him sleep?"
"Of course," she said, regaining her composure. "But who was the one who did it? This is very, very serious. The young man who did it could be sent to federal prison, did you know that?" From where I was, her face reminded me of my mother's when she got protective of me. It seemed like her maternal instincts were coming out.
"Can we discuss this tomorrow?" he asked. "He really needs to sleep right now."
"Yes, I think I have something for him," she said, flitting away to one of the many medicine cabinets in the room.
Magnus sighed and walked back over to me, pulling a chair up to my bed and leaning over to kiss my cheek. "I'm so sorry this happened to you," he muttered. "I wish I could've gotten there sooner, I just didn't realize where you were until it was over."
"It's alright," I said weakly, reaching for his hand. "If it weren't for you, I'd probably still be in there. My knight in shining armor."
"More like combat boots," Magnus said. He gave me a tiny, sad smile and squeezed my hand, his eyes beginning to water.
"Don't cry for me," I said. "He could've done something worse."
"Like what?"
"He could've killed me."
Nurse Herondale cut off Magnus' teary reply by handing me what could've been either painkillers or sleeping pills. I took them regardless of what they were supposed to do and laid back on the bed, tugging the blankets around me.
"Will you stay with me until I fall asleep?" I asked, trying to forget everything that had happened that day. It was too much to handle for one person…
"Of course," he said.
A/N- Please, please, please, for the love of God do not throw things at/flame me. Y'know how Mrs. Clare needed to kill Max off because it was important to the plot? Well, my plot needed Alec to be raped. And I figured if Sebastian (though I guess it was really Jonathan) killed a child in the Shadowhunter universe, then he would rape someone in the human universe. The idea originally started when Jess recommended it to me, but then my plot started forming around the idea so I had to put it in. Review please, but again, no flames.
-Ella, who really hopes she won't get flamed.
