Disclaimer - Your favorite martian and the fictional characters of the band do not belong to me they belong to...uhhh... Maker studios, Jesse Cale, and Ray William Johnson.

Warning: There is graphic rape, and mentions of physical, mental and drug abuse below. If you are sensitive to such things I suggest you skip this chapter.

Two months later…

"MPPPHHH!" Benatar gave muffled scream as his kidnapper rode him. As if the kidnapping, starving and restraining weren't bad enough it was the rape he found especially humiliating. Since she had him tied on his back she would ride him; it was so humiliating, only Axel was allowed to touch him there. Dicey moaned his name, face flushed as she continued to go up and down on his cock. She was sweaty and tired but not losing speed, wanting to bring the blonde to completion no matter how much he didn't want to.

Benatar mentally could not enjoy this, but his traitorous body couldn't help but love every moment of the stimulation and even though he held on as long as he could he eventually came deep inside of Dicey. Once he did, he felt completely and utterly humiliated, disgusted, and self-loathing; and even though this was completely non consensual and forced, he still felt as though he were being unfaithful to his Axel.

Dicey stopped and removed him from inside of her and fell on top of him, in his weak state Benatar found even her small weight heavy on top of him "... perfect Benny!" She squealed between pants, he lost the first part of what she said, he'd lost some understanding of what was going on but he had just enough that he at least knew he hated her even more. She insisted on calling him Benny or Ben, completely unaware that he didn't like it when people tried to shorten his name which was why his bandmates always called him by his full first name.

She brought her lips close to his ears and whispered, he lost a lot of what she said but he could catch some "I love you Ben… all mine... I can … more... faggot Axel." And there was another thing, the demented fangirl decided that Benatar wasn't gay, and that Axel was the enemy and had seduced him to make the 'wrong choice'. The way that she constantly talked shit about Axel was the thing that Benatar hated the most about her.

He was in very sorry condition - she didn't ever take the gag off, only replacing it with a new cloth once she sedated him at night, so instead of eating actual food she would inject him with nutrients, but even so she didn't give him enough and the modest muscle mass he had before was gone and made him very skinny and his ribs show. His eyes were bloodshot from crying, and hollow with dark rings, there were probably ropeburn scars on his wrists and ankles. He was only allowed to go to the bathroom once a day, and only after she had sedated him so he was too out of it even remember his name let alone try to escape, the same went for showers.

She didn't know he was diabetic, that was probably the biggest health issue with him. Being gagged when he was conscious all of the time he couldn't explain it to her. He didn't ever get the insulin or sugar when his body needed it, and the the nutrient supplements that she was injecting wasn't appropriate for a diabetic lifestyle.

He was dying, he could feel it. Soon his body would give up and the diabetic shock. He didn't care if he died anymore.

He ignored her as she tucked him back into his trousers, he thought about Axel and their daughter. He wondered if she could walk yet. How long had he been there? He wondered if Puff found a new singer and guitarist. Did Axel forget about him and find someone else? He glared at Dicey's finger, because she hated that he was engaged to Axel she took Benatar's engagement ring and put it on herself, fooling herself into thinking it meant that he was all hers now.

His heart very slow, his heart and his pulse, he knew that it would give up soon. He wanted to die, he wanted it all to be over. It was already over for him, no one would save him. He'd never get to see Axel or Chancellor again, and at this point that was his only regret.

"... poor Benny." She cooed and swept a soft hand across his forehead "...pale….sick love? … medicine… some fresh air." She said, more to her deluded self then to him and opened the window of the attic. "You...here...worry ...right back!"

'Just leave me alone to die in peace!' Benatar mentally begged; while dying alone wasn't exactly the way he would prefer to go, it was still better than dying with only her with him. He'd given up a long time ago. Given up hope that he'd be saved, given up hope in living.

She gave him a lot of drugs all of the time too, that's why he didn't understand and lost a lot of what she said. Weird drugs, club drugs, roofies, painkillers, antidepressants, depressants, hallucinogens, if it could be put into a syringe it was immediately injected into his bloodstream. He wasn't fully there anymore, it was as though he was always submerged underwater, watching a distorted version of reality and unable to float back up to clarity.

He would see and hear things that weren't real a lot. Sometimes nice things, like Axel, Chancellor and the other members of YFM, or fluffy bunnies, sometimes bad things like a giant eyeball demons trying to dig into his chest and eat his heart. It varied a lot. As far as he was concerned, nothing that happened was real anymore, everything was too distorted.

He would get bad trips a lot, a lot more often now that he was drawing closer to deaths door; random bad hallucinations, sometimes he would have a seizure or panic attack. Not that Dicey seemed to notice, she interpreted this as him trying to escape.

He imagined there was something sitting on his chest now; a blue bird…. No too big to be a blue bird… A blue hawk… It looked familiar too…

Then it was gone, another hallucination he guessed, but he didn't know why the hallucination was so familiar.

Ever since Benatar went missing YFM ceased all activity, announcing that they would be retired until Benatar was found. No tours, no concerts, no interviews that didn't have to do with detectives or the topic on finding Benatar. All the band was hit hard, even with the large full-scale manhunt being conducted all over the state to find the abducted keytarist. All they knew about the kidnapper was that they were short, only about five-foot-five or so, and slender, probably female.

While all the martians were struck hard by the kidnapping of their keytarist and down in the dumps about it, it was rather obvious that the one was hit the hardest was Axel. Even though he was restrained to the chair still when they and a cop announced it to him, Axel had a freak-out attack so bad he actually broke out of all of the duct tape and went on a rampage. It took ten police officers, no seriously ten, to subdue him, and the panic attack that immediately followed once he was fully restrained by the ten police officers was so bad that they actually had to put him in the hospital and keep him under observation for three days to make sure that he wouldn't hurt himself.

The poor metalhead hadn't been functioning properly ever since. He rarely spoke, he would mope around and cry alone sometimes, he wouldn't even go near the rec room, and he couldn't take proper care of Chancellor anymore because of his state of mind. Chancellor had to be taken care of Puff and Deejay, and while they did an excellent job Chancellor still wanted her father more.

He was also consistently easy confused and air-headed. Once he had been pouring himself coffee and forgot he was doing so, not even noticing that the boiling hot liquid was spilling out of the mug and burning his hand until Puff came into the kitchen and screamed at him to stop.

Two months, and there were still no leads, they'd interviewed over a five hundred people who went to the concert, but since over three thousand had went it was basically a wild goose chase and the police felt as though they were going no where.

Axel climbed out of the shower and got dressed - a black shirt and gray sweatpants rather than his regular attire. Sighing he shuffled into the rec room, and sat behind him drumset. Not really sure why he started to play his drums but stopped after a few beats, not up to it.

He picked up his black electric guitar. Even if he never played it for songs, he actually did know how to play the guitar, after all why else would he own a guitar in the first place? Puff just never let him play it because while all of the martians could play guitar Axel was the only one who could play the drums, besides Benatar was better at playing guitar anyways

The grip around the metal guitar tightened thinking about his fiance. He refused to believe that Benatar was dead…But he could sense that Benatar was definitely in deep trouble, really deep trouble. If he didn't get help soon…

He was pulled out of his thoughts by a high-pitched squeak - crawling through the ajar door was his daughter. He was surprised to see how fast she could crawl now… He hadn't noticed at all, dad he really been neglecting her so much? She looked different than he remembered… Her crap-ton of really light brown hair could cover her eyes now, making her look even more like her parents, and she had her two bottom front teeth. The baby giggled happily and crawled over to him.

"Hey little martian." Axel croaked, his voice hollow and quiet from misuse "You want to hear me play a song?" The baby sat down on her bottom and sucked on her thumb, and Axel decided he would play her a song and settled on "Going in Blind" by Pod. He got off of his seat and sat on the floor, put Chancellor in his lap and started to play a melody on the guitar, then started singing, voice shifting unconsciously to his Canadian accent.

Axel: "One day...
Someday…

This life, not like you wanted it,
Wanted it… wanted it… wanted it..
His eyes, I can see again,
I need you here…
In your mind, nobody's listening, listening
It's all right, not to feel again,
Just breathe again…

Time after time, I walk the fine line
But something keeps bringing me back,
Time after time, I'm going in blind,
I don't know which way I need to go…."

He stopped, his throat getting sore; having not used his voice in the past two months actual singing was really straining. No need anyways, it looked like his piss-poor mediocre performance put Chancellor to sleep.

He set the guitar back in it's stand and carefully cradled Chancellor, noting that she had gotten a lot bigger in the past two months. He kissed her on the cheek affectionately; he promised himself he would be a better parent from now on.

He put Chancellor down in her crib and covered her with her blanket before settling down on his own bed for a nap of his own. He hadn't used Benatar's bed ever since the blonde went missing, sleeping in it alone wasn't the same. He nodded off for about half an hour before he was being woken up again by a sharp feeling against his temple.

Vincent was pecking him.

"What do you want, Vincent?" Axel asked grumpily as he sat up, then his eyes widened seeing that clasped tightly in the hawks talons was a bright firetruck-red tie. "Is that…?" He muttered; Benatar had only one red tie, and it would be his if… He checked behind the tie and indeed, written on the back of the tie in sharpie was 'Benatar M. Cale' "You know where Benatar is?" He asked his loyal hawk, who nodded. "Is it far?" The bird nodded again.

Cursing Axel got off of the bunk and grabbed the bus keys, then went to the wheel. "Lead me to where Benatar is Vincent." He commanded with purpose. The hawk cawed and flew out of the window and started to fly, Axel following close behind, a rather deadly focus in his green eyes.

They stopped in front of a house - small house, but he could tell from the open window under the roof that there was an attic, the perfect place to hide a captive. His muscles tightened in anticipation and determination. He noticed a large tree next to the house, which he could climb in order to get in there… But for getting out… He put on a skull print hoodie with deep inner pockets and quickly armed himself with a large switchblade.

Vincent rested on Axel's shoulder as Axel scaled the tree hastily and used his long body and arms to stretched himself to reach the window once he was high enough in the tree. He grabbed the rim of window and pulled himself into the attic, stumbling in. He whipped his head around and found the bed against the corner of the same wall as the window. His breathing hitched when he saw Benatar lying there, and he rushed over to the tied up keytarist.

Axel's heart broke seeing the condition of his fiance. He was really pale, almost gray, his eyes were closed but he could see that they were really hollow and sunken, dark rings under them. He was really, really anemic; he'd been thin in the first place but now he was just skin and bone. His wrists were retrained above his head but even so Axel could see ropeburn discoloration and bruising peeking out from under the knots. There was a lot of bruising on his bicep, a lot of bruising and bright red puncture marks. His nails were long from lack of grooming, his hair, as limp and pale as it was, was also longer. There was a gag shoved in his mouth, which Axel quickly cut off. Even with his mouth free the unconscious musician didn't seem to breath.

Axel managed to squeeze a voice out of the shock gripping his body "Benatar?" He called softly and placed a hand on Benatar's chest to gently shake him - he almost reeled back at how frigid he felt, but he kept his hand there and panicked when he didn't feel any movement beneath the ribcage. "No… No..." Axel muttered quietly, even his pride couldn't keep the tears away "You can't be dead.. .Benatar…? Benatar!" He said, more harsh and loud than he meant and shook him harder, he was relieved to finally feel a weak heartbeat.

Thump… Thump… Thump...

The anemic blonde sucked in a sudden, deep breath and weakly stirred awake.

The metalhead was taken aback when Benatar opened his eyes - the bright maple brown that Axel loved were instead a dull, dead, foggy pale brown. And worst, even though Benatar was looking right at him not a spark of recognition appeared. "Benatar?" He breathed "Benatar it's okay, I'll get you out of here." He assured but the weak brit didn't respond.

Axel took out his switchblade and cut the restraints that bound his fiances wrists and ankles to the bed posts, he was angry seeing how deeply bruised his wrists were, it was a lot worse than he initially assumed they would be. And his hands were almost blue, he helped Benatar sit up and took off his skull-print hoodie and helped the other get into it; he felt way too cold to be normal.

Then the door opened.

"What the hell are you doing?" A shrill voice yelled at Axel; the drummer in question narrowed his eyes angrily at the bitch standing at the door, glaring at him with spite. Vincent flew from Axel's shoulder and with a loud caw racked the claws of his talons across the girls face, she screamed and fell back and Axel heard a lot of tumbling as she fell down the stairs.

Growling, Axel left Benatar momentarily and rushed down the stairs - the bitch was holding her bleeding, shredded face and groaning in pain. Axel grabbed the first thing he could find, which was a lamp, and slammed it against the top of her head. With a grunt she blacked out from the sheer force, blood streamed down her head and the lamp lay in broken ceramic pieces around her. Still glaring, Axel kicked her side, not feeling bad about having just hit a women. He noticed Benatar's engagement ring on her finger and ripped it off, not caring if he broke her finger or not, and made his way back up stairs to Benatar.

The keytarist continued to give Axel a lifeless, blank stare. "Come on Benatar we need to leave now." Axel commanded gently and wrapped one of Benatar's arms around his neck and shoulders and helped him walk, he snapped the hood of the jacket over Benatar's head hoping it would help warm him more.

Jesus Christ, Benatar was stumbling a lot, had he been walking at all in the past two months?! He didn't even have the strength to keep his head up and stayed deathly silent as Axel helped him down the stairs and to the front door "Benatar please say something!" Axel begged "Don't you remember who I am?"

"?!" Benatar stammered nothing but gibberish, discouraging Axel further. The confusion made it hit home that he did in fact not recognize him.

Axel kicked the door opened then decided to pick up the blonde bridal style to hurry - he winced, Benatar weighed basically nothing - and rushed to the bus, Vincent following in flight "I'm Axel Chains, I'm your fiance; we've been in YFM for years." He explained to him, but he still gained no response.

He shoved the bus door open "Puffpuff! Deejay!" He practically screamed, the two came running into the room but stopped abruptly seeing the anemic, feeble mess in Axel's arms. "Is that..." Puff whispered in disbelief.

"Yes." Axel confirmed, holding Benatar tightly scared that he'd disappear any moment, Even with the hoodie on Benatar was inhumanly cold. "You need to call the cops now, the bitch who kidnapped him is still in there, I knocked her out but I want to know for sure that she'll rot in prison for what she did!" He held the blonde close to his body hoping he would absorb some of his body heat. Deejay whipped out his phone and dialed the cops, Axel addressed Puff "Puff you need to drive us to the hospital, Benatar's in really bad shape. I know you have a million questions right now but I need you to focus and get us to the hospital." The short nerd nodded and went to the wheel, the bus started up right away and they were driving really fast.

Axel noticed Benatar getting even paler by the second and remembered his diabetes, he rushed to the kitchen and grabbed a soda from the fridge. He tilted the unresponsive brits head back and slowly poured the soda into his mouth. Benatar shivered at the coldness, but swallowed anyways, Axel didn't stop until all of the soda was gone. After a few moments a hint of color returned to the martians pale face..

"It's going to be okay Benatar." Axel said reassuringly, but Benatar didn't seem to register anything of what was happening. Judging by the look in his eyes, he was really distant, not all the way there; Axel felt more hot tears well up in his eyes "Oh my god Benatar, what did that bitch do to you?" He asked, but no reply was given. Shoulders shaking and holding Benatar tightly against him Axel quietly sobbed.

Whatever she did to Benatar, it was bad enough that the brit didn't even recognize him anymore. He then felt a cold, comforting hand on his cheek and saw it was from the keytarist - though he was definitely still detached from reality, there was finally some recognition behind the haze… And love. "Axel….?" Benatar rasped, his arms going around Axel's neck "I missed you."

Axel's heart fluttered sadly "I missed you too." He whispered.

"I was dead…" Benatar said, his voice ghostly, almost disembodied. "But you brought me back." He kept switching between his British and American accent as he spoke, as if he couldn't tell the difference anymore, sadly he probably didn't. Axel didn't respond as the bus pulled to a stop; he looked out the window and saw they had arrived at the hospital. "Why?"

"I love you Benatar." Axel replied quietly, then shut, opened the door and ran into the hospital, Deejay and Puff following closely.

Wow... Ya'll probably hate me right now

If you're wondering how Dicey came about; I guess in a lot of fanfics I noticed that usually the uk of the relationships get kidnapped and raped by some demented man. So I decided, because my brain just always does this to me, to do the exact reverse where the seme gets abducted and raped by a female.

Besides, Axel never got the chance to be a badass in this fanfic yet. So there you go badass-Axel, with his own kickass-hawk. Vincent doesn't get enough love.

Benatar did in fact not recognize Axel at first because he was dead for a second before Axel brought him back, but he was so out of it he thought Axel was another hallucination.