Chapter 3

Krixel: I sat there for a while trying to figure out the fighting styles, then realised it was as simple as taking a look at their personalities. :p

Gothic-Wolf: This story is going to get worse. As for the fan art: I always welcome it. If you would like to try to draw anything from my stories, go ahead. I'm willing to give you a hand, just so long as I get a copy of it at the end. ^_~

Shaman Wolf: Don't kill Bryan? And I had it planned and everything... :p

Jay Kamiya: Kinda hard to believe, isn't it. ^_^

Time to find out what happened to Bryan and Tala, but first, what are Ian and Spencer thinking?

Disclaimer: See first page

Darkness fell thick and even over the Abbey, snowflakes drifting gently to the ground. In the dining area, boys talked softly, the soft tinkle of utensils on china echoing in the air, the clinking of glasses and the shuffling of feet.

Off to the side of the main room was a smaller room where two boys sat, one small, one tall, neither speaking as they picked at their food, ignoring the others. They heard a shout, followed by another, then a crash that signalled the start of a fight. The sound of running feet, a man's voice calling out, security already coming to break it up before it could even begin.

Ian looked up toward his companion, voice low. "They should be here by now."

Spencer raised his eyes from his plate, before flicking them toward the door. "They weren't in the medical wing. I checked."

"What about the lab?"

"Alexander says no ones been to the lab except him."

Ian shuddered at the name, the boy Boris had been testing some of his newest experiments on. "You don't think he took them to the…"

Spencer simply looked at him, setting down his utensils. "If they're not in the medical wing, the lab, or their rooms, the only other place is the dungeon."

Ian lowered his eyes, remember the occasions he had been down there. The almost darkness that hurt the eyes, the thick chains that cut off the circulation, the smell of rot and dampness, the biting pain of the instruments that Boris used, the way screams seemed to echo forever…

"He was very upset," Spencer reminded him.

Ian swallowed hard, nodding. "It wasn't their fault."

"Boris don't see it that way. They lost their battle, and therefore they failed, destroying everything he had worked for."

Ian looked around, then leant forward. "To be honest, I'm glad we lost."

Spencer looked up sharply. "Why?"

"Well, for one, just imagine what a jerk Boris would have been then. Anyway, if Biovolt had of taken over the world, where would have that left us? We would have been nothing to them. We'd done our job, so out the door we go."

Spencer considered this. "You have a point, but I wouldn't let Boris hear you say that."

"Don't worry, I won't." Ian chased a vegetable around his plate. "I don't like the fact that they're down there."

"I doubt they will be there long." Spencer shrugged. "Boris will lock them in there and leave them, that's all. He might send some food in from time to time, but that's the only contact they will have. They will probably be back in a couple of days."

Ian sighed, remembering the fury that had rolled off the mentor. "I hope so."

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He blinked open his eyes, at once taking in the semi darkness that had become almost a second home for him: the dungeon. He took in his position: shirtless and shoeless on the ground against a wall, arms chained above his head, legs chained to a rail in front of him. He glanced to the side, his companion within arms reach in an identical position, only still unconscious.

"Awake I see."

He looked up, frown tugging at the corners of his lips as Boris stepped from the shadows, coming forward to stand over him.

"Did I really hit you so hard it's taken seven hours for you to come around?"

He narrowed his eyes.

"What? Not speaking to me, Bryan? I'm hurt."

"Whadda ya want?"

Boris smirked. "Do you really believe that I've finished with you? Your past punishments are going to feel like simple walks in the park once I'm through."

Bryan glared at him, his former punishments flashing through his mind, sparking an old anger. "You can top rape?"

"No, unfortunately. But I can make every inch of your body blaze with more pain than you can possibly comprehend."

"I can comprehend a lot."

"Considering the inner strength you have shown in the past, I am willing to believe you. But this time, Bryan, I will make you scream in agony. For a long time now I have desired to hear that sound, and now I have everything I need to make it happen."

"Don't count on it."

"Still foolishly stubborn and determined. Fearless to the last." He looked across, smirking again. "Ah. It would appear the captain is awakening."

Sure enough, ice blue eyes fluttered open, darting around to take in his situation before settling on Boris like frozen daggers. Boris chuckled, running his eyes over the younger of the two, taking in the damage he had already caused.

"I was just informing dear Bryan of the plans I have in store for you both, Tala," Boris said, smiling. "He seems to think he can withstand anything I try, much like he has in the past. But I must ask, do you think the same thing?"

Tala narrowed his eyes. "I can take anything."

Boris chuckled, nodding in acceptance to these challenges, then pausing, tilting his head to the side as he looked toward Tala slyly. "There are some things I have done to Bryan that I have not done to you. Whenever he would get out of line I would have him brought to my office… where I would discipline him."

Bryan scowled. "One way of putting it, ya Paedophile."

Tala frowned. "What do you mean?"

Boris closed his eyes, smile playing across his lips. "Right there on the desk. He insisted on fighting me, of course, but I won every time."

It slowly began to dawn on Tala what Boris was talking about, his stomach turning sour as Tala glared at him. "You're sick."

"I've been saying that for years," Bryan agreed.

Boris chuckled. "You are mine. I do what I please with you." He looked over them. "I've found Bryan quite fulfilling over the years, though, unfortunately, he is not much to look at, is he? However, Tala, you are. I have been wondering for some time now what you would be like."

Bryan glared at him. "Just can't settle for one, can you?"

Boris looked at him. "What's the matter, Bryan? Don't like the thought of sharing?"

"Go to hell."

A small alarm cut through the stillness, Boris glancing at his watch. "It would appear it is time for your fellow students to go to bed. I must go about my rounds. Make sure the boys do as they are told." He moved toward the cell doorway, pausing. "I will be back in the morning. Don't go anywhere."

The door swung closed with a grinding of hinges, Boris's footsteps echoing off the stone floor and walls, a cold breeze following him. The sound of a second door reached them, indicating that he had left the dungeon.

"Bastard," Bryan spat out.

Tala watched his teammate, mind buzzing. How long had it been going on? How long had Bryan been the sexual plaything of Boris? Could that be the reason why Bryan so often locked himself away after those meetings in the office, the hesitation when summoned, the reluctance to be left alone in there.

Bryan glanced at him. "I know what you're thinking."

Tala arched an eyebrow. "And what's that?"

"How long Boris has been, as he says, disciplining me. If you must know, I was eight. So you could say it's been 10 years."

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"What did you expect me to say? 'Hey Tal, I just have to go to Boris's office so he can screw me, that okay with you?'"

Tala smiled faintly. "Well, maybe not that. But at least something."

Bryan sighed, closing his eyes and resting his head back against the wall.

Tala watched him, noting the almost serene look on Bryan's face, despite their surroundings. "Comfortable?"

Bryan smiled faintly. "Not really. Just used to it."

"That's right, you've spent a lot of time down here, haven't you?"

"Mm."

Tala assessed the situation, quickly realising there was no escape. "What Boris was saying… do you think he means it?"

"If you mean about him wanting to screw you, he means it." Bryan opened his eyes, looking toward his comrade. "Don't look so worried. Just kick him in the gonads and he'll leave you alone." He paused. "Though he may make you kiss it better."

"Why not bite down?"

Bryan raised an eyebrow. "You know how a lot of my baby teeth fell out all at once?" Tala nodded. "They didn't fall out."

Tala winced. "Message understood."

A silence hung over them, Bryan finally looking up, eyes serious. "Let's get out of here."

Tala frowned, tugging on his chains. "We can't."

"I mean once he lets us out of the dungeon. We'll get out of the Abbey. Punch Boris on the way out and get out of the country."

Tala watched his face. "Why do you want to leave so suddenly?"

Bryan looked away. "I don't want him to do to you what he's done to me. You're too good for that."

Tala frowned, ready to question further, but chose not to when he spotted the expression on the others face. Settling down against the wall, Tala tried in vain to get comfortable. It was going to be a long night.

So Bryan has been raped by Boris. Not good. Not good at all. -_-;;