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Author's Notes (AN): ~..~ = Thoughts. Thanks Aimless. I own the poem 'Open Wound'. If you copy it and I find out I will hunt you down and stab you in the face with a soldering iron. (O.O)WARNING: Angst. Implied male rape.Thanks for the reviews
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Chapter Twelve: All the world I see before me passing me by.
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~Run....duck....hide....shh! They can't hear you....they can't see you in the dark....must stay in the dark.~
The boy ran for his life, away from pursuing footsteps. His lungs ached with the need for rest and air, but he couldn't stop. No, they'd get him and then it would be all over. He'd be in pain again. No!
~Hide behind the trash cans....they won't see you, you'll be safe.~
The boy had bolted into a nearby alley, diving behind the tall trashcans. The stink and filth on the ground mattered very little to the trembling boy. Why was this happening to him now? When would they stop tormenting him?
"Come on you little brat! We saw you run here! Come out and take it. You're just making it worse on yourself."
~No..can't come out. Don't let them touch you again, it hurt too much last time. Don't let their hands touch you....please don't let them touch you..~
"GET OUT HERE YOU LITTLE SHIT! "
"Hey, he's behind the trashcans."
No!
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"Dylan, where exactly are we going?" Dylan stepped down from his station on Command and turned to face Beka who stood beside the pilot's chair.
"I am going to go have a little talk with Maegwin and see if she actually knows anything and you are going to try and find the Dark Sister."
Beka raised her eyebrows. "So you think DeGarres is doing this to Harper?"
Dylan rubbed the bridge of his nose, he obviously had a headache. He shrugged his shoulders. "I honestly don't know. Did Harper have an owner on earth? Maybe Maegwin and Asher are DeGarres's and that's how he got to Harper..or..or I don't know." Dylan looked around Command with a frustrated glare.
"What exactly do you want me to do?"
"Rommie should have the Dark Sister's signal. Start a trace and just go."
Beka looked at him for a second. She shook her head. Not really saying no to him just at the whole situation. "Why did he call me aunt, Dylan? Something just isn't right here."
"You're right" They bothe turned to look at Trance who had just walked in. She looked to the bothe. "Nothing here is right."
"What?"
Trance ignored Beka and looked at Dylan. She just kept looking at him. Beka looked back and forth between them she had the feeling she was missing something.
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Don't want to stay
Wish I were dead.
It won't go away,
This pain in my head.
You think you've felt pain?
Haven't felt nothing yet
Till you live this life of fear
Sleeping in cold sweat.
Itching Itching Itching
Oh, won't you please stop bitching.
Keep stitching Stitching Stitching-
-Up the void in my life
And I'm left empty inside
Wanting to cry
Wishing I could just die.
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Please review.
Author's Notes (AN): ~..~ = Thoughts. Thanks Aimless. I own the poem 'Open Wound'. If you copy it and I find out I will hunt you down and stab you in the face with a soldering iron. (O.O)WARNING: Angst. Implied male rape.Thanks for the reviews
.~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~
Chapter Twelve: All the world I see before me passing me by.
~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~
~Run....duck....hide....shh! They can't hear you....they can't see you in the dark....must stay in the dark.~
The boy ran for his life, away from pursuing footsteps. His lungs ached with the need for rest and air, but he couldn't stop. No, they'd get him and then it would be all over. He'd be in pain again. No!
~Hide behind the trash cans....they won't see you, you'll be safe.~
The boy had bolted into a nearby alley, diving behind the tall trashcans. The stink and filth on the ground mattered very little to the trembling boy. Why was this happening to him now? When would they stop tormenting him?
"Come on you little brat! We saw you run here! Come out and take it. You're just making it worse on yourself."
~No..can't come out. Don't let them touch you again, it hurt too much last time. Don't let their hands touch you....please don't let them touch you..~
"GET OUT HERE YOU LITTLE SHIT! "
"Hey, he's behind the trashcans."
No!
********
"Dylan, where exactly are we going?" Dylan stepped down from his station on Command and turned to face Beka who stood beside the pilot's chair.
"I am going to go have a little talk with Maegwin and see if she actually knows anything and you are going to try and find the Dark Sister."
Beka raised her eyebrows. "So you think DeGarres is doing this to Harper?"
Dylan rubbed the bridge of his nose, he obviously had a headache. He shrugged his shoulders. "I honestly don't know. Did Harper have an owner on earth? Maybe Maegwin and Asher are DeGarres's and that's how he got to Harper..or..or I don't know." Dylan looked around Command with a frustrated glare.
"What exactly do you want me to do?"
"Rommie should have the Dark Sister's signal. Start a trace and just go."
Beka looked at him for a second. She shook her head. Not really saying no to him just at the whole situation. "Why did he call me aunt, Dylan? Something just isn't right here."
"You're right" They bothe turned to look at Trance who had just walked in. She looked to the bothe. "Nothing here is right."
"What?"
Trance ignored Beka and looked at Dylan. She just kept looking at him. Beka looked back and forth between them she had the feeling she was missing something.
********
Don't want to stay
Wish I were dead.
It won't go away,
This pain in my head.
You think you've felt pain?
Haven't felt nothing yet
Till you live this life of fear
Sleeping in cold sweat.
Itching Itching Itching
Oh, won't you please stop bitching.
Keep stitching Stitching Stitching-
-Up the void in my life
And I'm left empty inside
Wanting to cry
Wishing I could just die.
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Please review.