Warning for pretty bad violence and attempted rape. Sensetive readers beware.
Part 21
Victor was lying on the cold concrete floor looking up at the blue sky through the dirty broken window. It was so odd he decided. Days like these in movies were always grey and dull. Now the sun shone and the sky was cloud free.
Victor tried to make sounds but his throat was soar from all his screaming, his lip was cut and his lips dry… so he couldn't do it. He was only wearing his denim now. His feet were bare and bloody from all his kicking, his arms were tied behind his back and it hurt. His chest was covered in bruises from the kicking Clive had put him through, his face was bruised and cut as well but it was his back that was worst. Clive hadn't just kicked him… he'd burned him with coal and cigarettes. Victor was somewhat proud over the fact that he hadn't cried in front of his captors, he had screamed in pain but not cried. He looked at the sky and rasped out:
Will I lose my dignity?
Will someone care?
Will I wake tomorrow
from this nightmare?
His voice broke and he started to cough. Suddenly he felt arms around him and he was pulled up into a sitting position, a shirt was put around him and then he was leaning on something… no… someone. He looked up and saw that it was the serious guy, Owen... that's what Clive called him. The man was smiling gently and started to wash Victor's face clean of blood.
"Don't worry kiddo", he said in a soothing voice. "Everything is gonna be alright."
Victor tried to move away but the grip on him only got more secure.
"Don't", Owen said gently. "We don't want you harmed more than you already are." He washed the blood and sweat off of Victor's forehead. "You don't have to worry. He won't burn you again. I swear." Victor was confused.
"Let me go", he croaked.
"I can't do that kid", Owen said. He was on his knees and was resting Victor's head on his shoulder. Owen held his arm around Victor's chest, the boy was grabbing onto his arm as if he was cold… or just wanted to force it off of him but was too weak to do so. Owen pulled the boy closer.
"I wanna go home", Victor mumbled.
"I can't let you do that kid", Owen said. "We've spent too much time getting ya. But don't worry everything will be just fine. We can be together now."
Victor was confused and scared. What was going on?
The New Directions, with Kurt, was at Mr. Schue's place. They were all looking confused or sad. It was late but no one wanted to go home, they were too worried about their lost friend. Kurt and Mercedes were holding hands, both looking equally devastated. Schue was in the middle of calling around to the parents telling them where their kids were. Sue was there too and for once lacked the air of superiority around her. She was as down as all of them. Her boy, the kid she had promised to help protect was gone. No one had any idea of where he could be. The FBI and the police refused to tell her anything, tell anyone anything and she was not going to take it much longer. If she had to she would find the boy herself and bring him home.
"This sucks", Puck said. "Why isn't anyone telling us something? Our buddy is out there and no one seems to give a shit!"
"The authorities are probably doing everything they can Noah", Rachel said trying to sound calm and upbeat. "They are probably looking for leads and are talking to everyone who was near the school when those men took Victor."
"I don't understand how they found Victor here in the first place", Tina said. "I mean his name isn't the same like when they found him the other times right? When his name was Oliver Queen and Adam Jordan... those times…"
"It's all Finn's fault", Santana said glaring at the boy. "You told Jewfro Victor was named Oliver Queen and those jerks watched the stupid blog and found him!"
"Hey I didn't know they'd be watching", Finn said trying to defend himself. "I didn't want any of this to happen! I only wanted Victor's ego to-"
"Don't even pretend you did this to shrink Victor's ego", Mike snapped angrily. "You only did this because you are jealous! You always do stupid thing when you are jealous and don't think of the once who has to suffer only so you can get what you want. Just look on what happened when you tried to get back with Quinn! You didn't stop for one second to think of what Sam and Quinn would feel, only what you felt."
Everyone looked from the tall angry Asian, Mike was standing up and Tina was holding his hand trying to calm him down, to the tallest boy in Glee Club. Finn was sitting, looking ashamed of himself and Quinn was holding his hand.
"Mike's right", Puck spat. "Aren't you supposed to be the leader?"
"What a leader", Sam scoffed. "He's never done something for the team, I heard you picked football over Glee last year and you didn't stick up for your friends, not even Kurt!"
"Hey", Finn said angry now. "I stood up to Kurt when it really mattered?"
"Oh like when we faced off Karofsky", Artie spat. "Yeah you were such a good help yo."
"I was on the field!"
"No you weren't", Puck said. "You were hiding. You never stand up for any of us unless it's Quinn. Heck you even broke up with Rachel because she was 'bad for your reputation'."
"You keep acting like a dick", Mike said. "To all your friends Finn. Hell you didn't even have the guts to show up for the photo of the Glee Club leaders, Rachel had to do it on her own."
"And when you were with Quinn you wanted to be with Rachel", Artie added. "And when you had Rachel you let her go because 'she was bad for your reputation'. Then you wanted her back, lost her again, wanted Quinn back and got Quinn back."
"I was right when I said Glee needed a new leader", Sam spat at Finn. "And for the past couple of weeks, months, that's been Victor!"
It was quiet for a bit and then it clicked in Puck's head
"That's what this is all about", he said disgusted. "You went to Jewfro because you wanted what Victor has."
"The leadership skills", Mike finished. "You saw that Vic is all you should be and that makes you jealous. Admit it Finn."
"No", Finn said.
"Admit that you're jealous."
"No!"
"Finn!" All his bros yelled.
"Okay fine!" Finn shouted and stood up. "Fine I'm jealous is that what you wanted to hear? I'm jealous of Vic being the perfect guy in all senses! He's the perfect boyfriend, the perfect bro, the perfect friend, the perfect singer, the perfect dancer, the perfect showman, the perfect sportsman, the perfect performer… everything he does is fucking perfect and he makes it look so damn easy! it is easy for him!"
The room was completely quiet. The boys of ND were all standing up, except for Artie but he had rolled up so he was right by Finn. The girls were all watching, Brittan was being held by Santana. Rachel was sitting alone holding the edge of her skirt in a tight grip, Tina had let go of Mike and was instead holding on to one of Kurt's hands while Mercedes held the other.
"It's not easy", Kurt said and everyone turned to him and he looked up at Finn with tearstained cheeks. "Don't you dare say it's easy Finn Hudson. He tries real hard to do the right thing and he manages to, because he works hard for it! Everything looks easy when you know how to do it! Victor worked hard to learn how to act like a leader and he's still learning!"
"No one is perfect Finn", Tina said and they all looked at her. "Victor is doing his best and what he do is really good, but he's not perfect."
"Victor is as insecure as the rest of us yo", Artie said.
"Hell to the no Vic ain't insecure", Puck said.
"Oh please why else would he color his hair so much", Artie asked. "And why does he only hang out with us and not anyone from his own grade?"
"Uh…"
"Vic's shy", Mercedes said with a fond smile and they all looked at her. Finn looked at her in disbelief.
"You can't be serious", Quinn said. "Victor is the most outgoing person I know."
"Around us", Mercedes said. "Not around other seniors. He knows we like him for who he is but he also knows a lot of the seniors are looking down on him. Vic's short and still 'new' to McKinley. Victor is not 'normal' in McKinley standards, he's odd, strange, 'freaky' and protective of younger students… he has inferiority complex."
"No", Kurt said.
"He has Kurt", Mercedes said drying her eyes. "He thinks everyone around him, close to him, is worth more than he ever will be. That's why he keeps putting himself in situations where he can get hurt."
"That's not why", Brittany said, not really knowing why everyone was so sad. "Victor knows we need him. He isn't with older kids because they don't need him. We do. We all need our big brother and he knows it so he is always there for us. Why don't you guys see that?"
They all stared at her in amazement. Somehow she had hit her head on the nail.
"Brittany is right", Rachel said. "That's the reason Mercedes. The reason he does all this: sticking to us, helping us, protecting us, cheering us up, helps us… it's for a much simpler reason."
"Victor cares", Puck concluded. "He was the only guy at McKinley that really gives a damn."
Mercedes started to cry again and Puck face-palmed.
"Not was", Mike said. "Is."
Kurt hugged Mercedes and she threw her arms around him.
None of the kids knew that their teachers had heard everything. Sue looked at Schue and he looked back at her.
"Will we have a problem", she said.
"What is it Sue?" he asked annoyed. He knew they had a problem, a frickin' huge problem! One of their students were gone, a student Beiste and Sue and had promised to keep safe.
"You know I don't care for you and your island of misfit toys", Sue said calmly. "But I believe that if you don't get sweet, ruthless Oz back… you will never get to nationals."
"Sue we have bigger worries than that", Schue snapped. "A kid is missing and probably…" He cut himself off and lowered his voice so only she could hear. "And he's probably badly hurt. If he's even found it might be too late. They might kill him."
"I don't think so", Sue said and smirked.
"What? Why? Sue what do you know?"
"Only what Jacob Ben Israel told me", she said and sat down by the kitchen table.
"What did he tell you", Schue asked and joined her.
"He told me that he saw, just before passing out of sheer terror, that one of the kidnappers seemed… to care a lot for sweet ruthless Oz."
"What", Schue was confused. "Have you told the FBI this?"
"Of course", she nodded. "But I don't think it will do them any good. One of the bastards that took my boy wants him dead while the other cares for him. If the feds are fast enough they can get them and Oz… but I doubt it. I have sent word out on the streets, asking hoboes and homeless people to keep an eye and ear open, most of them only has one or the other, and tell me if they hear anything about a colorful kid being kept somewhere."
"Why would the hoboes and homeless help you", Schue asked dryly. "You treat them like crap!"
"No I don't", she said. "I help out in soup kitchens and hunt for them with a crossbow."
He gave her a look.
"I hunt for them", she said again. "To make sure they don't do too stupid things. No matter what you think William I do have a heart, a tiny one and it beats strongly for the homeless… and their hearts beat strongly for kids. Oz is a kid and they and I will not stand idly by letting those mentally disabled freaks get out of Lima with him."
"You think they are still in Lima?"
"Yes", Sue said. "They will want to stick close to Lieutenant Ruthless' father."
Schue sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
"So what do we do Sue?" he asked.
"You are staying here looking after the kids", Sue said and rose. "I am going home to sleep and tomorrow I'm going hunting." She walked up to the door.
"Sue", Schue said when she was about to step outside. She turned to him. "Be careful."
"I'm always careful William", Sue said and left the apartment. Schue sighed before getting up and joining the kids in the living room.
Victor screamed when a kick hit him in the stomach. He was trying with all his might to not cry but it was getting harder and harder. Clive was hitting him over and over again with a rod of some sort and kicked him a few times.
"Oh how I've longed to do this", Clive said smirking evilly. "I only wished Harold was here to see it but he went down in Westerville."
Victor whimpered and tried to crawl away, his hands weren't bound anymore because Clive loved to see his victims fight. Clive smirked and walked over and stepped on Victor's hand. The boy whimpered again. Clive sunk down on one knee, grabbed Victor's hair and pulled his face up so that they could lock gazes.
"You are a sight for soar eyes Oliver", Clive purred and ran his thumb over Victor's burst lip. "Such a pretty face you have… well had and such a pretty body."
Victor shivered in horror and squeezed his eyes shut. The pressure on his hand was removed and he gasped. Clive grabbed hold of his arms and tied them behind his back again. Victor whimpered at the harshness around his wrists. Then Clive hoisted him up and threw him onto the table that was in the room. Victor groaned in pain but was turned over so he was lying on his stomach. His eyes widened in fear when Clive grabbed his hips and pulled him back so that only his torso was lying on the table. Victor started to kick but Clive moved in between his legs and Victor felt his warm fingers near the waistband of his denim. He heard something drop to the floor and turned his head a little. Clive had his own boxers and trousers by his ankles. Victor started to trash again but the grip on his hips were too strong.
"Oh I will enjoy this", Clive growled. But then… Victor felt the grip on his hips disappear and the body behind him disappeared. He heard a sound of fist hitting flesh and lifted his head up to look behind him. Owen was clobbering Clive, who was lying on the floor, who still had no trousers or boxers on. Owen looked furious and Victor slowly sank to floor on his knees.
"I told you", Owen yelled. "I told you! Do not touch my boy like that!"
He stopped hitting Clive and got up and just kicked the other man in the stomach once.
"Get out of here Clive", Owen growled and stood between Clive and Victor. Clive groaned... but left in a hurry, pulling his trousers and boxers up. When the door shut Owen turned to Victor. He sank down in front of the boy and took his face between his hands.
"He didn't touch you did he", Owen asked and looked the bleeding and bruised boy over. Victor's lip was trembling and tears were leaking from his eyes. Victor shook his head and Owen pulled him close. He held one arm around Victor's torso while he let his other hand rest at the back of Victor's head. He rocked the boy back and forth. Clive had taken the shirt Owen had given him and Victor was yet again only in his denim. He was shivering, from cold, fear or grief... he didn't know. But he was thankful for one thing, that Owen seemed to care for him.
"Don't worry Oliver", Owen said. "He won't touch you again. I won't allow it."
"I wanna go home", Victor croaked. "I wanna be with my dad…"
"You can't", Owen said. "We won't stop hunting you if you are. You must stay here. That's the only way I can keep you safe."
"You k-killed Veronica", Victor sniffled.
"That was Clive and he lost Harold. We both lost someone we care about." Owen got up holding Victor's broken body in his arms. Victor whimpered at the pain he felt and Owen moved him over to a blanket that was lying on the floor. He put Victor down on it, took his jacket off and put it around the boy. After that he left, slamming the door shut. Victor started to cry then, wishing that they'd found him soon… before he wanted to die.
Mercedes and Kurt were the only people awake in the Schuester apartment. Everyone else was asleep. The kids were all asleep in the living room, the girls sleeping on the coaches, mattresses and a few pillows. The boys had volunteered sleeping on the floor. Even Artie, but he got the guest room, even though he protested. Kurt and Mercedes were sitting in the kitchen, holding hands and looking at the dark sky. Mercedes sniffled, wondering if Victor was okay, if he was hurt… if he was thinking of her as well. Kurt was thinking the same things. He was hoping Victor wasn't too badly hurt, he knew he had to be hurt… he didn't want to believe but he somehow knew it. It wasn't like he could feel it… he just knew his brother was hurt. Kurt looked up at the sky and couldn't see a single star, with a sigh he started to sing:
Come out moon
Come out wishing star
Come out come out
Wherever you are
I'm out here in the dark
All alone and wide awake
Come and find me
He sniffled and Mercedes squeezed his hand before continuing the song. (Kurt, both, Mercy)
I'm empty and I'm cold
And my hearts about to break
Come and find me
I need you to come here
And find me
'Cause without you I'm totally lost
I've hung a wish on every star
It hasn't done much good so far
I can only dream of you
Wherever you are
But when the morning comes
And the sun begins to rise
I will lose you
Because this is just a dream
When I open up my eyes
I will lose you
I used to believe in forever
But forever's too good to be true
I've hung a wish on every star
It hasn't done much good so far
I can only dream of you
Wherever you are
I hear you laugh
I see you smile
I'll be with you
Just for a while
Oh I'll be there just for a while
Oh oh whoa yeah
Oh come and find me
The others had woken up when they heard the duo sing that sad song and they when the next part came, they all sang: (Mercy, All, Kurt)
Oh I used to believe in forever
But forever's to good to be true
I've hung a wish on every star
It hasn't done much good so far
And I don't know what else to do
Except to try to dream of you
And wonder if you're dreaming too
Wherever you are
Wherever you are
Kurt and Mercedes hugged and the kids in the living room shared sad looks before lying down to sleep again.
James and Howard were sitting in Victor's room. They were looking through the photo albums that Victor had put together during his short time at McKinley and with the New Directions. Most of the pictures from their sectionals and regionals performances and other various small things, had been taken by Howard.
There were even pictures from the football game. One picture Howard had taken before the game. The boys of ND were standing together, Finn in the middle, with Artie in front of him, Puck stood to Finn's right and Sam stood to Puck's right, leaning an arm on Puck's shoulder, holding his helmet in his free hand. Puck had his helmet on but you could still make out his eyes and smirk. To Finn's left stood Mike and Mike held his arm around Victor's shoulders, Victor held his arm around Mike's… although Mike had to bend down just a little so that Victor would be able to do it properly. Mike was also having his helmet on and Victor was having his left foot on his. Artie was looking like the happiest boy in the world. Howard turned the page and they had to laugh. The next picture was taken after the game… the boys were having the same poses, all grinning like crazy… and all dirty and a little bloody… and sweaty. But this time Mike and Puck's faces were fully visible.
"Never thought I'd see the day Wes turned into a football player", James snorted.
"Wes will never be a football player", Howard teased. "But Victor was… for one game and he was good. He has some speed in those feet of his. You should have seen him run Jimmy… like a bloody bullet he was."
"What more has he been up to", James asked and looked around the room. "I can see some martial arts trophies…"
"Oh yes", Howard chuckled. "He's keeping the titles coming."
"Why don't he ever use those skills to defend himself", James sighed.
"Do you use your karate, judo and Tae Kwando frequently?"
"No… on the scene I use fists instead…"
"I think Vic just freezes up with fright or worry when he deals with them… he has been in fights at McKinley. He denies it and the school hasn't called… but I know."
"How so?"
"I did tell you about Kurt right", Howard asked.
"Yeah… the gay kid Victor jumped in to protect from his first day?"
"Yes. I am aware of Victor using force to protect him... and the others of New Directions and one time even teh football team."
"Kurt is the new kid at Dalton right?" James asked. "What does he look like?"
Howard chuckled and turned some pages and found the one from Christmas… where Kurt and Victor are underneath the mistletoe and Victor kissed Kurt. James smiled. Kurt looked shocked and Victor just amused. Victor's hair was almost wine-red and he had dark moss green parts as well. He was kissing Kurt on the lips and Kurt looked shocked… his eyes were twice the size they seemed to usually be.
"They look very close", James said with a little sigh. "Mistletoe?"
"Yes", Howard chuckled. "But they are very close. One could think they are an old married couple with the way they act around each other. Kurt calls Victor for honey and Victor calls Kurt darling."
James chuckled. "Holding hands as well?"
"When they're here and alone… otherwise Blaine and Mercy gets very jealous. During the whole drinking circus Kurt stayed here and they shared a bed."
James' face turned red.
"Not like that you pervert!" Howard said laughing. "They slept side by side, holding hands I belive. Victor is Kurt's big brother and they both know it."
"But... they-"
"Act like an old married couple at times yes, you should hear how Kurt sounds when he dislikes Victor's hair. They banter forever... but somehow Victor always charms his way to victory. Kurt crumble at his puppy-eyes and Victor crumlbe at Kurt's kitten-eyes. They both know exactly what buttons to push... and Victor is not ashamed of teasing Kurt with... more or less sexual comments. When Blaine and Kurt finally got their act together and realized they are both madly in love with each other Victor said... and I quote: 'Now you can get yourself some hobbit-flavored lollipop'."
James blushed and Howard laughed.
"Oh don't you dare pretend to be prim Jimmy", he said. "I know where he learned that kind of language and from who." He gave James a pointed look. Oh yes it was from James alright.
James chuckled again and continued to flip through the photo album. He snorted when he found a picture of Victor, his hair blue and all girls from New Directions sitting around him Mercedes and a Latin girl were holding his hands and a blonde girl was sitting behind him, hugging him from behind.
"Vic's Angels", Howard snorted. "All girls love him."
"He has his dad's charm then."
"Oh truly", Howard laughed. "He can charm anyone."
"Who is that blonde hugging him from behind?"
"Oh that's Brittany", Howard explained. "She isn't the brightest person there is but Victor adores her… and she completely loves him."
"Like we all do", James said and sighed putting the album aside. "What am I gonna do Howard? Those bastards has my boy… how do I know if he's alive even?"
Howard took his hand and smiled.
"Close your eyes Jimmy", he said calmly.
"Why?" James asked suspiciously.
"Just do it idiot", Howard said and laughed.
James sighed and closed his eyes, but held on a little titer to Howard's hand, as if it would disappear when he couldn't see it there.
"Now", Howard said. "Relax, even your breath."
James did as he was told.
"Good now I want you to feel. Feel inside your heart, you're gut, your brain… feel them, tell me what they say."
"They say… that you are a big moron", said and opened his eyes.
"James", Howard scolded.
"Fine fine", James closed his eyes and started over again.
"What do you feel", Howard asked.
"That… that Victor is… that Wes is alive…" James said and opened his eyes. "Yes he's alive."
Howard squeezed his hand.
"And when have your guts ever been wrong", he asked.
"A few times", James said with a sigh and looked out the window. "But I am sure this is not one of them."
"And is there something else you feel", Howard asked, almost shyly. James turned to him. They were so close right now… they had always been close, closer than friends, closer than brothers. Howard had always been there for him. They had never been work partners but they had still come to each other when they needed help and when Wes and James had to run the first time… Howard was right with them. James sighed and did something he'd wanted to do for some time. He kissed Howard.
Victor had no idea what happened but suddenly he felt warm inside, happy almost. He wondered why because his body was everything else but warm. The room was really cold and he only had a jacket around him and he only had a blanket to lie on. He was bleeding, hurting, aching and he knew that if his wounds didn't get tended to… he'd get an infection and probably died. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep but then he heard Owen and Clive talk.
"We'll move on tomorrow", Owen was saying.
"How? Every cop and fed in the state is out looking for us and that bloody kid you're so fond of", Clive said. "I say we hurt him some more, then kill him and then get the hell outta here and off to somewhere… unexpected… like fucking Norway or something."
Victor felt a sinking feeling in his stomach and couldn't hold back the terrified whimper that escaped his lips. He prayed to Gaga, Kurt had influenced him after all, that they didn't hear him. He knew Clive would use it as an excuse to hit him again.
"No", Owen spat angrily. "We are not killing him."
"Owen the kid is the only proof of us really killing that fucking agent all those years ago! If he dies they can't charge us guilty!"
"I don't care! We spent too long chasing him!"
"Yeah to kill him! What the hell is wrong with you? First you stop me from breaking his arms and legs-"
"Because we need him to be able to move!"
"Then you forbid me to fuck him!"
"You don't do that to kids!"
"The guy is 18 years old! He ain't a kid any-" Victor jumped when he heard a crash in the other room. The crash was followed by dead silence and Victor listened in fear.
"You are not fucking him", Owen growled. "Am I making myself clear Clive?"
"Crystal", Clive growled and Victor then heard hurried steps, like someone was running. The door to his room slammed open and before he knew what was happening… the coat was pulled off of him and he was beaten by that rod again. He cried out in pain at every hard hit. Clive was frustrated and furious. He grabbed Victor and threw him onto the table and it cracked into two parts underneath him. His shoulder made a popping noise and he passed out from the pain… the last thing he saw? A bear by the window.
George was a peaceful man… mostly. He didn't drink… unless someone else paid or offered. He didn't fight… unless fucking Brad down by the railway was around. He never scared kids… unless it was Halloween or they were annoying and he was hangover.
George wasn't homeless. The streets were his home and he knew them all like the back of his right hand… if he'd have one that is. It was starting to get warmer out now so he could sleep outside again instead of hiding in some storage room, public toilet or a church. George had nothing against God… but the dry air in the church made him sick.
So therefore he was now roaming around downtown, in the old industrial parts… which he wasn't really supposed to do. But did anyway. He was walking around the old buildings when he suddenly heard something. A cry. He heard a cry. Now George wasn't a curious person, oh no. He just loved to put his nose in other people's business. That made him snoopy. And that wasn't the same thing as curious… in George's world. After all… Snoopy was a lazy dog. Okay George wasn't a dog but you get my drift.
So George heard this cry right and had to snoop out the reason behind it, I mean come on no one cries out without a reason. He had to know what kind of cry it was. Was it a surprised cry? Was it a happy cry? Was it a pained cry? Was it a terrified cry? Was it a sad cry? He heard it again… and it was defiantly a pained cry.
He hurried up to an old warehouse and walked around it. He saw a small window and the cry seemed to come from it. Below it were a few boxes. George stepped up on them and peeked in through the window. His long hair fell in his eyes and his beard was itchy but he ignored it. He looked inside and his eyes widened. He saw a big man holding some kind of rod hit a kid. The kid had his hands tied behind his back, George couldn't see the boy's face or head… the window was too dirty. But he saw the bare feet, the bare arms, the bare back and he saw some stomach so he guessed the boy was without a shirt. How could he be sure it was a boy? Well the skin did look young… but was so badly bruised that he couldn't be sure. There were also hideous scars visible whenever the boy turned.
The man kicked the poor thing and then hoisted him up and slammed him down on a table and went at him with his fists. When he slammed the poor bastard onto the table George saw him. It was a kid, Asian judged by the eyes… but the dirty hair… was multicolored. Now George was a bit drunk so he didn't know if what he saw was real or not. But the boy's dark eyes bore into his, before the boy fainted.
George stepped down from the boxes, scratching his head. He felt as if he had forgotten something but his drunken brain couldn't figure out what it was. With a shrug he left the area because George wasn't supposed to be there… technically. He wasn't sure how that applied to laws of physics because… he was really much there. He waddled off into the dark thinking of what he witnessed as a drunk dream I mean… who'd beat on a poor kid like that for no reason at all?
TBC