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The world was a blur. Time might've been moving, but no one was paying enough attention to notice. It was almost like they were trapped in a white box where time was frozen. Where hell couldn't break lose and the world was calm and peaceful.
They should've known it couldn't last.
Crutchie yawned almost silently in the quiet room he was in. He was curled up on a chair, his small body taking up the thing as he lay down on it, and his blond head of hair rested on his older brother's thigh. The calming motion of a hand running through his messy hair made it known to him that Race was very much awake and was very much tired. There was a lack of mumbles in the room. No jokes, no quips... just a boy who was terrified of losing everything.
It was almost scary. The silence, that is. It wasn't unwelcome, just unfamiliar. The only sound the young boy could hear was the sound of his brothers' breathing and a steady machine, letting him know his protector's heart was still beating.
His heart was still beating.
There was nothing Crutchie wanted more than to run away. To get out of this Godawful place. Nothing worked like it should. Nothing made sense here. And watching his big brother, pale and broken on that stiff bed... it hurt. To know this has happened because he was protecting them hurt even worse.
Young green eyes lingered on the boy on the bed. It amazed Crutchie how still Jack could be. Normally he wasn't. Normally, he didn't show pain. He didn't show how tired he was. He didn't ever look so... small. Jack was only three years older than him, but to Crutchie, Jack was the only father he'd ever known. What else could he call him? What else can he call someone who does nothing but provide for him? Someone who does nothing but love him and kiss his head when he's hurt and hold him when he's scared?
"Race?" A hum came from above him after his drawled whisper. They didn't want to wake their brother. They didn't want to hurt the quiet. "What're we gonna do?"
An impossible question. Any answer would be wrong. Any move they made could get them right back where they were. It was like they were caught in a magic door that just disposed of them in the same room they'd already been in. They'd always be broken. They'd always be hurt. They'd always be clinging to each other for dear life.
From above him, his brother sighed and grabbed one of his hands as gently as he could in the shaken state Crutchie knew he was in. "I don't know, Crutch..." The younger boy could hear the tears in his voice. He would admit, watching Jack sleeping in a hospital was not a sight they'd wished they could see. "Just relax... It's all gonna be fine..."
Fine... It was a lie they'd been telling themselves for years. Every time they heard a bone crack or a head hit the wall... "It's all gonna be fine..."
It wasn't fine. They weren't fine. Yet somehow, they were damn good at pretending.
At least... they had been.
When the door opened, no one had expected it. Crutchie felt Race jump a bit beneath him and their broken brother stirred next to them. It wasn't long before the little boy saw a young nurse making her way over. He heard a greeting come from the man behind the curtain that Jack shared a room with. And then the woman was smiling at him as he skeptically watched her every step. He didn't trust her. Why should he? He didn't know her. But it didn't matter. She came anyway. And then she was there, right in front of them.
"Hello, boys," she greeted, a plastic smile on her doll-like features.
For once, Crutchie was glad the Race took hold of the casual conversation instead of him. He didn't think words would come out of his mouth in his exhausted state. "Hi, miss..." his big brother whispered, not wanting to wake Jack. If anyone deserved to sleep, it was him.
The nurse began checking the machines that seemed to tie their brother down. Her smile faded into a smaller one as she checked over the bandage that was wrapped around the boy's torso. The look on her face said it all. Jack was bleeding again.
"I'm gonna need you two to leave the room for a few minutes..." That was all she said before she was gently pulling the blanket further off of Jack and moving around him in a quiet rush.
The two boys on the stiff, uncomfortable chairs did not move. Instead, worry grew in both of them. But a stern look from the young woman had Crutchie sitting up, hesitantly. "He'll be okay?" he asked in a small voice. It shook. It was so scared. But the nod met him and made him calm a bit as he stood. Unfortunately for him, Race was not one to take orders easily.
The blue-eyed boy sat, his hands shaking at the thought of going back out into the hall. At this point, Crutchie didn't know weather it was because he was terrified of leaving Jack, guilty for getting him here in the first place, or because he was even more scared of seeing Snyder in the halls. Quite possibly, it was both. But it didn't matter, because the nurse would get them out one way or another.
It wouldn't be the first time they'd had to call security because the boys refused to leave.
"Race... c'mon, we gotta go..." he reached down with his free arm and tugged at his brother's sleeve. But Race only sniffled and scooted forward in his seat.
"I love you, Kelly..." he whispered to the sleeping boy. And he pressed a feathery kiss to the older boy's temple, like Jack had always done for them. And then he stood, his blue eyes swimming a bit. But he straightened up, trying to look tough. Trying to put up his front again. The one Crutchie was so used to. But he knew the boy better than that. He knew he was more than terrified.
This was bad. The situation was bad. They all knew it. It was so obvious. And that girl... that girl was onto them. David... he knew... and that was dangerous. But that girl... she was even more dangerous.
The arm around his shoulders stopped his train of awful thoughts. And before Crutchie could comprehend what was happening, he was being lead out into the hall.
Seeing them made May's heart swell. Crutchie didn't look to be doing well. Race was unreadable in that moment. But one thing was true; They were both hurting. And May hated it.
They were just exiting the room when he was rushing towards them. What he didn't know was that he hadn't been the only one that wanted to check on them. He'd been followed. And Racetrack and Crutchie seemed to freeze at the sight of so many people staring at them.
May didn't think twice. "Anthony, it's okay. Let's go sit down okay?"
Both boys hesitated. Neither of them liked the idea of letting go of each other. But, as Race caught sight of their guardian glaring daggers at them, he cautiously moved away from his little brother. And off with May he went, hoping to God that the world would just end right then and there.
It didn't.
For a moment, the boy with the crutch stood awkwardly in front of the door that kept him from Jack. So many eyes were on him. He could see them all, concerned, curious and waiting for answers. He knew they would be disappointed when he had none. So he looked down at his hands, trying his best to block out the noise that suddenly surrounded him. Trying his best to make everything quiet again.
He wished to run into Medda and hide in her embrace. But Snyder didn't like it when he did that. No one knew why, but Mr. Snyder had a burning hatred for the woman that had never had a bad bone in her body. So still Crutchie stood, knowing eyes were on him. The eyes of the devil. The eyes of an innocent kid. The eyes of the adults he knew too well, and one he did not.
He expected one of them to try and talk to him. He didn't dare look over to his brother who was sitting beside the chief of police, terrified of giving himself away. But someone approached anyway. And he was shocked to find out who it was.
"Hey, kid..." The voice was unfamiliar and quiet. It was gentle and warm and welcoming. But Crutchie did not look up. "It's Christopher, right?" The man was being kind. So the boy decided he deserved at least a small nod. "My name's Kloppman... I'm your brother's teacher-"
"I know..." Crutchie stated in a broken voice. He knew. He did. If it wasn't for the teacher they wouldn't be in this mess. Snyder wouldn't have had a reason to-
Crutchie stopped his own thoughts. That wasn't fair. He don't know no betta'...
"Is your brother doing okay?" Kloppman knew this child was scared. It wasn't the first time he'd seen a kid act like this. A small nod was again his only response. "What about Anthony?" he added in a small whisper, trying to not let anyone else hear his conversation with the clearly frightened boy.
The small boy froze. There was no way to answer that. So he didn't. He stared at the ground in silence for a long while, not willing to tell this new man anything. Not willing to let someone he did not know into his thoughts and worries. But the man didn't get angry at his lack of response, like he thought he might. Instead, he asked a different question. "I'm sorry if I'm over stepping... but, Anthony... has anyone ever tried to teach him-"
"We tried!" Crutchie broke. He didn't exactly know why. Maybe it was that everyone was looking at them like they'd never attempted to do anything, when in reality they had worked so hard. They'd tried. "Me n' Jack learned fine! But Race couldn't eva' get it..." Tears started pouring and Crutchie was even more scared than he had been before. Snyder hated it when he cried. It meant he was useless and weak. But he continued on anyway. "I's tried... he says he don't see what we see. 'E says everything gets... gets jumbled up..." he explained, trying to remember how exactly his brother had put it.
A genuine look of understanding crossed Kloppman's face. And for the first time, Crutchie felt like Race might not be a lost cause after all. Maybe there was still hope. But it didn't matter. Because Crutchie looked up. It wasn't like seeing those kind eyes could be all he saw. It was balanced out with the cold, dark, threatening one's behind those. The one's of the hated man that was the very reason they were here. So the child looked back to the ground and wiped at his eyes sloppily with the sleeve of his shirt. "'m sorry..." He wasn't sure why he was apologizing. It seemed like the right thing to do. But the man shook his head.
"You have nothing to be sorry for..."
If Crutchie flinched at the man's touch to his shoulder, Kloppman pretended he didn't notice. It was only about twenty seconds before the kid relaxed into it. But the man's heart was breaking for these kids. "Christopher... I think your brother might have something called dyslexia..."
May didn't know where to start. The boy in front of him was eerily silent. Those blue eyes stared straight ahead at the wall in front of them. Race was so quiet. May didn't like it.
"Talk to me, buddy..." May coaxed, placing a gentle hand on the child's shoulder. "What's goin' through that head of yours?"
Race shook his head. He blinked, trying to prevent his eyes from filling with tears. He wouldn't cry anymore. He couldn't. He had to be strong now. He had to be fine now. Jack was fine. They'd be okay. "Nothin'," he lied, refusing to look at the man. The wall was better. The wall was not a former detective. The wall didn't depict lies for a living. The wall couldn't read him like a book.
Not that May had either. But this time... this time things were different. This time, May was on high alert. And that scared Race.
The chief of police sighed. He looked around at the people in the hall. They all tried to busy themselves with phones and meaningless conversation. All expect for the man that was under everyone's suspicion. He just stood, watching. May didn't like it.
"Kid... you know there's nothing to be scared of right? You can tell me anything..."
Suddenly, the boy felt nauseous. He couldn't help but curl in on himself, bringing his legs up to his chest and practically holding himself together by grasping at his own knees. May seemed to notice his face flush. A hand was on his back. That didn't stop the room from spinning. Race swallowed hard. "Scared a' what?"
May paused, unsure of what to say. He knew the kid knew what he was talking about. For once, he didn't just take their word for it. For once he watched every movement, every twitch and every vocal tone. But after a long moment of silence, he convinced himself to just say the words. He had to. "Is Mr. Snyder hitting you?"
Something in Race lurched in a panic and the next thing he knew he was on his feet, rushing to the nearest waist bin. The little food he'd had reappeared in seconds as he made an awful sound, desperate to control himself. He gripped the side of the can. He swore his knuckles were turning white. But it didn't matter. He could feel a hand on his back, trying in vein to calm him down. All he could do was let coughs rack his body.
It's over... It was all he could think. Please God don't take them from me...
The child was out of tears. He just let himself sink to the floor, feeling weak and tired and knowing that it had to have something to do with a lack of food and sleep. He couldn't take it anymore.
The universe didn't seem to care.
"Take a deep breath, buddy..." May's voice broke through to him, but all Race could see was his guardian rushing up to him, an artificial look on his features.
"Okay... it's time to go home. You boys need to rest." A pang of fear shot through Crutchie as he limped over to his fallen brother. He dropped down beside him as he watched those piercing blue eyes look up, wide as ever. He knew what was coming. They both did.
May shook his head. "I don't think that's a good idea-"
"I'm taking them, May!" Several strangers in the hallway froze at the sudden yell. Snyder didn't care. "Unless you have any reason why I shouldn't."
May's blood boiled. Snyder was onto him. He had to be. May stood up, letting Crutchie handle the boy on the ground while he came face to face with the man. His old friend. The man knew what he was doing. He was practically dangling the bait in front of May's face, daring the chief to call him out with no evidence. And all the good man could do was glare, knowing he had nothing. Knowing he was empty handed and Snyder held all the cards. It was a hopeless game. And that scared May.
"Get up, boys. We're leaving." The demand was said as Snyder had a stare down with his superior. But the boys got up quick as if that icy, sharp glare was directed at them.
And May could do nothing but helplessly stand there and watch them leave, hearing Medda's voice and seeing Kloppman's heartbroken face. His heart broke in pieces when Race looked back at him with wide eyes that just so desperately wanted to beg for help. But he didn't.
So May watched them go.
The room spun slightly as Jack came to. He felt unbalanced and drowsy. It wasn't a good feeling. His head hurt like nothing else and his back burned and itched and ached. It didn't help that his left side was going numb from being stuck in one position for so long, either. He was ready to be released. He could do it. He'd be fine.
As if it was a normal reaction to waking up in his position, the boy on the bed grasped his hand together; excepting another one to be inside of it. Instead, his muscles twitched as all he did was squeeze at air.
It was nothing. It had to be nothing. Crutchie and Race were always there. They were always there when he woke up. So he thought nothing of it. "Mmmm... Crutch?" he mumbled out, trying to shift his body as to wake his arm up. All he did was make himself hiss as accidentally turned too far, brushing his angry red back against the cool bed he lie on.
Kind hands found their way into his wisps of hair. Jack ignored the fact that he felt hot. The fact that he must've been sweating despite it being cold out. "Shhhh... It's okay, baby..."
Medda... An angel in disguise. It was the only way Jack could describe her. And he fought his eyes open to get a look at the woman. While the world was bleary and dizzy, Jack could make out her features fine. But he didn't like that she wasn't the only one there. He didn't like that he could see another outline behind her. He blinked a few times to clear his vision only to see the chief of police, pacing nervously, a worried as hell look on his normally calming features. "Where're the boys...?" He was afraid of the inevitable answer. He really was.
For a moment, May froze in his tracks. He didn't have the heart to look at Jack. God, what have I done? He didn't look into those green eyes. The guilt, he feared, would be too much. "I'm so sorry, Jack..." He shook his head, sniffling and he realized that it must've been his fault. Everything had to have been because he was too blind to see that his friend had been overtaken with evil. "I'm so sorry I never..." The man cut himself off. How could he apologize for this? There's no way he could... he had failed these kids. And there was nothing he could do to change that.
"May..." Jack croaked out, his throat feeling like sandpaper as he spoke, being almost completely dehydrated. "What're ya talkin' 'bout?" He had trouble keeping his eyes open. Gravity seemed to be pushing them down. Gravity seemed to be pushing him down. He hated gravity. Why did it always pin him down?
Medda sighed and May shook his head and Jack sat there, awaiting an answer until the strongest man he knew wiped away a stray tear on his cheek. "Snyder took them, Jack..."
A bomb went off inside Jack's mind as he dumbly tried to sit up, forgetting how hurt he'd been. "What? Where?" He forgot he wasn't supposed to sound frantic. He forgot he loved Snyder. He forgot Snyder didn't beat them or kick them or lock them in closets. At least, not when May was around.
May didn't seem to react too much. "Back to the apartment..." Jack's panic broke his heart.
Jack's world was crumbling around him. His boys were at home alone with a maniac, and this time, he wasn't there to protect them. This time, Race's arms would break. This time, Crutchie's knee would dislocate. This time, his brothers would scream. He'd taken the beatings. He'd taken the foul language. He'd taken the looks of disgust and anger. And he'd do it all over again if it meant his brothers didn't have to. But this time, he didn't have that option.
"Honey, listen to me..." Medda stroked her boy's arm as he lay back down. His green eyes were wide and his breathing was irregular, not to mention the quiet ding getting steadily faster. "Tell him... tell May and everything will be fine. Just tell him the truth..."
Jack tried to tell himself to breath. It just felt like he was falling further underwater. "I-I... I can't... they'll... I c-can't..."
"I can..."
Jack's world stopped in that moment. Time froze and sound was gone. All he could feel was his heart threatening to beat out of his chest. The one thing he'd been hiding; His one, big, life altering, pain in the ass secret, was no longer his own to keep. The boy behind had stolen his right to remain silent because his voice would spill everything Jack had ever had to say. Everything he'd ever wished he could scream.
"David..." he warned, darkly. He would not lose his brothers. Not now. But he could feel those dark eyes glaring at him.
"I'm not letting that guy hurt your brothers again, Jack..." he whispered, shaking his head. David's heart hurt as he was betraying his new friend's only request. But he was doing the right thing. He knew he was.
Right?
Then the girl, Katherine... she walked in too. Jack wondered for a split second how they simply waltzed into his room. But it didn't matter. There's was something more pressing at hand.
"This witness should be enough for you to go check on them..." the girl offered, a slight dread building in her chest as she held up her notebook to the former detective. She hoped what he would find would not be too bad.
May's eyes danced over the page. Each moment, each word, each damn letter only made him feel nauseous. Some details even made his eyes go wide. Loud screams... slams into the walls... wails of teens... The words were written in scribbles of two different hands. Eventually, he slammed the thing shut, making the child on the bed jump in surprise.
Not a word was said before May was rushing out of the room.
Race's leg bounced up and down with anticipation. Not a word had been said. Nothing. Just the occasional click of a turning signal or squeak of the breaks. He hated the silence. Something inside of him itched for some kind of sound. Some kind of precious noise that would let him know everything was okay. But for that moment, he didn't dare move. Something in Snyder's eyes told him that this was the silence before the bomb. And all the boy could do was share a very nervous glance with his brother in the rear view.
He hugged himself tight. His arms were around his torso and he leaned up against the cool glance of the window beside him, coaching himself in breathing and watching as signs passed them by. Of course, everything just looked like a blur to him. And tears pricked at his icy eyes when he thought about how he'd started this again. How he'd been the reason his big brother was laying in a hospital bed right at that moment. Or how it was his own fault that Snyder was angry with them now. How whatever was to happen next, fell on his shoulders.
"Stop that!" The hiss broke Race from his thoughts. It was loud and harsh and angry and the boy could feel himself going pale at the tone. At the moment, he wasn't thinking about how he was glad it was him instead of his baby brother. For the moment, all he could think about was that in less than an hour, he might be dead.
Race was scared.
His leg stopped bouncing immediately and he held himself tighter, as if he was holding himself together. "'m sorry..." he mumbled out, not looking the man in the eyes. But that wasn't good enough for Snyder. It never was.
Crutchie gasped as he saw his guardians hand reach out to grab at Racetrack. It grabbed the thin boy's arm and yanked it away from the other, warning him against crossing them again. Instinctively, his brother pushed him away, trying to protect himself. And the crippled boy bit his lip as a sarcastic smile met the Spider's face. Not again... please God, not so soon...
"I would be prayin' right now if I were you, boy. You know what fightin' gets ya!" The condescending tone made Race shiver. It had been nothing. Only an instinct to get out; To get away from the man's tight grasp. He should've known better.
But he didn't say a word. Instead, he let the car pull up to their building as he remained scarily silent for being Racetrack Higgins. He didn't dare turn back to face the boy in the backseat, anticipating the slap that would come with moving. No, no... he was Racetrack Higgins. And Racetrack Higgins was known for doing incredibly stupid things. Because in the mind of Racetrack Higgins, being stupid was the only chance he had.
He was unbuckled before the car was stopped. He didn't look over to see Snyder's burning look before he shoved the door open and landed on his feet right as his guardian shifted to park, causing Crutchie to gasp at the bounce of the car as it was stopped so violently.
Race walked quickly, fear controlling his mind. He didn't know where he could go. All he knew was that his heart was beating so fast and his legs were shaking with nerves. However, he didn't anticipate that the Spider would be so quick to turn the car off and follow him, much faster, and much stronger than him. Before he knew it, thick arms locked around him, trapping him as he struggled to get away.
"Oh no you don't, you little bastard. You're comin' upstairs with me..." The child screamed as he was thrown over Snyder's shoulder. He kicked and yelled at the man, but his pleas and curses fell on deaf ears.
The boy with the crutch followed behind as quickly as he could, trying to hold back tears when he saw how hard Race was fighting. Whatever was about to happen... it would be bad.
Snyder was a head detective. He had a good job and made good money by playing both sides. And him and Race could get in the way of that. Him, Race and Jack were threats now. Now people were suspicious. Now... Snyder saw them as disposable.
They were young. They were not stupid.
"Mr. Snyder please!" the young boy begged as he followed his thrashing brother through their building, hating how Snyder could just tell curious onlookers that his foster son was mentally disturbed and was having an episode. Telling the folks who didn't know better that Snyder was actually protecting the panicked child in his arms. "Put him down! He didn't do nothin'!"
He was clawing at the man's shirt, pounding his fists on his back, throwing a fit. And no one stopped to notice how terrified he was. No one questioned Snyder. No one thought that when that boy was dragged into their apartment, he might not come back out.
It would be an easy story. New York wasn't the safest place in the world. Crutchie could practically see the headline. Head Detective Loses Kids in Homs Burglary. Or Foster Boy Gone Wild: Murdered in Self Defense.
As they made way into their apartment, Crutchie's heart dropped to his stomach as Snyder pushed him aside and to the ground while he slammed the door shut. Race was still screaming to be let go. His screams must've echoed throughout their entire building. Surely someone had to notice. Someone had to be there when it all suddenly stopped.
"You want me to let you go?" Snyder teased, gripping the boy over his left shoulder tighter, making it harder for him to kick and lash out. "Fine."
A thud filled the room. Air rushed out of Race's lungs. And the world spun for a moment as he heard glass bottles being smashed and shouts falling from drunken mouths. In the exhausted state Race was in, he couldn't recall if it was a memory or what was actually happening. All he knew was that he suddenly couldn't breathe and that his tongue was numb. Upon further analysis, he spit to reveal a deep red substance that fell from his lips. And he didn't catch his breath before his chin snapped to the side, a deafening smack ricocheting off of Race. He didn't hear himself scream.
That was all Crutchie heard. Along with another awful voice closing in more and more on Race who could only pull his legs up to his chest and try to keep breathing. "Boy, when I'm done with you, you'll wish you'd never been born. How dare you try and destroy everything I've created!" A kick made Race double over. "I give you a roof! A bed! Clothes to wear! And you pathetic idiots can't take a few hits?!" Another smack. Another scream. "You're weak! And you're useless!" A cry, a thud, a smack.
Smack. Hit. Kick. Scream. Thud. Plea. Begs. Mocks.
Crutchie felt the tears. He could feel his face getting sticky from his leaking eyes. And he stood on a shaky leg. He couldn't watch this. Not again.
"Please! We didn't do nothin'!" Race pressed his back against the wall. He had no where left to go. He was trapped in between an unforgiving man and an unforgiving wall. Panic spiked through him. There was nothing he could do. "Jack would even be there if it weren't for you!"
He regretted those words immediately. All it got him was another punch to the jaw. The boy hugged himself tight and squeezed his eyes shut.
Smack. Hit. Kick. Scream. Thud. Plea.
Laugh. Smack. Knife. Hit. Thud. Plea.
Scream. Kick. Mock. Laugh. Smack. Thud-
Bang.
The world was a blur and everything was quiet. All that could be heard was harsh breathing. And when the door was thrown open, no one moved. Everything froze. May in the doorway. Race on the ground. Crutchie standing tall. Snyder laying face down.
But no had eyes for anything but the gun.
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