Bandpractise
Disclaimer: Don't own anything.
This story contains yaoi. I think that you have figured that out after the first
chapter..
It's friday night, midnight if you wan to know, and Im in the mood to translate the
third chapter.
Don't know what to say at the moment.
Bandpractise
Later that evening Matt started to walk over to Sean's apartment where he should meet with his other band members.
When he stood in front of the door he raised his hand and knocked gently at the wooden door.
He looked at his watch. It was exactly five o'clock. At least he had reached the apartment in time. Matt could hear noises coming from th inside and only seconds after that the door opened. Dean stood in the doorway and smiled down at him. He stepped back to let Matt inside. The blond took the invitation and walked into the apartment.
He could see Sean and Kev sitting on the couch in the living-room. When they saw that Matt had arrived they stopped talking and turned to look at him.
„Hey, Matt. I'm glad that you could make it", Sean said. Kev had a grin on his face that looked even for him very stupid.
„Was no big deal. If this here is so importan that you can't talk to me about it during practise I made me curious. What is it?", said Matt.
„You'll learn that very soon", murmured Kev just loud enough for Sean to hear, who sat next to him.
„Sit down", Dean pointed at the easy chair. Matt obeyed and sat down. He was facing Sean and Kev.
„Oh, we only wanted to talk about this and that with you. You can say that this here isn't so very important...", Kev started.
What Matt didn't noticed was that Dean had walked behind the easy chair he sat in.
Dean hold a rope in his hand. At the moment whe Matt wanted to turn around, 'cause he noticed that Sean and Kev looked at something behind him, he put the rope around Matt's throat and pulled.
The blond couldn't breath. He tried to pull the rope away from his throat otherwise he would have choked. He managed to get a hold on it but Dean was to strong and only tightened his hold.
Sean and Kev stood up and calmly walked over to where Dean and matt where.
They wanted to help their friend.
Sean took Matt's wrist in his hand and brought them behind his back. But it wasn't as easy as the thought. Matt tried to break Sean's hold on his wrist with all of his strength, but he gave up when Dean put more pressure on this throat.
Sean and Kev took each one of Matt's arms and Dean took the rope from his throat. Within seconds the three boys had Matt's wrist bound up and the blond couldn't fight them.
Where the rope had been on Matt's throat there was a red mark that reached from the right side to the left side of his neck.
Matt gasped for breath and tried to break free. But he had no chance.
It was now three against one.
„What are you doing??!! Are you crazy?! Let me go!", shouted Matt at his friends. Until this moment he had believed that they were his friends, but know he wasn't so sure anymore.
„Of course we let you go now! What do you think! We didn't plan this only to let you go right after we got you where we wanted to have you", Sean said in a mocking voice.
Matt didn't understand what had gotten into his 'friends'.
„Let me go! What do you want anyway?", he asked and cried at the same time.
No member from the small group said a word, but Dean looked over to Dean and his look said more things than words could have said. Slowly matt began to understand what the three of them wanted to do with him.
„No... You're not doing this... You don't dare... I mean... You can't...", stuttered Matt.
„Oh, you'll see what we can do, Blondie. And we will", interrupted Dean.
Sean leaned forwards so that his face was only inches away from Matt's.
„And you can't make us stop...", he breathed into Matt's face.
Matt used this situation for his own advantage and kicked Sean in the stomach. Sean fell back and if Kev hadn't caught him he would have hit the floor.
Dean who stood next to Matt was shocked that the blonde dared to fight them, but then he raised his hand and slapped Matt hard across the face.
For a moment matt saw actually stars and he got dizzy. He shook his head and the feeling started to leave him again. He could see clearly what was going on around him and he didn't like it a bit.
Sean stood on his own feet again and walked a few steps to cross the distance between them, until he stood in front of Matt.
„Brat!!", Matt could hear him shouting and than he felt that pain on the left side of his face again.
Sean's hand slapped him so hard that his head fell to his side and when he looked up a small trail of blood leaped down his cheek.
When they saw what Sean has done all three of them smiled. With his all of his arrogance Sean stood in front of Matt and threatened: „Until now we were very friendly. But if you want to play it that way, you have to keep this up. Or you can be a nice Matt and stop to make it so complicate. Look, Ishida, you lost this game. We get what we want, one way or another. If you want to fight us, it's your choice. Nut don't believe that this will help you. It'll only get worse. We are three and you are all alone, well Blondie, there is no one that is gong to help you. Fight as much as you want, you won't get away from us... So guys, let's play a little with our friend."
Dean grabbed Matt collar and pulled him our of his seat. He let Matt go, who fell face first on the floor. He tried to get up but he couldn't make it 'cause his hands were bound behind his back.
„Shit..", he cursed under his breath when a boot slammed down on his back.
It took Matt's breath away and the boy lay on the floor again gasping fir air.
Every time when Matt tried to break free another member of the group kicked him on his back or in the ribs. He didn't try to scream anymore. It was no use. When he tried they would only hit him harder and with more force. But they never kicked or hit him that hard, that he wouldn't be able to walk the next day.
Sean started to laughed when he saw the tear that was running down Matt's cheek. Finally it mixed with the blood and fell on the floor.
Matt felt that one of them started to fumble with the button of his pants he couldn't stop the tears which he had tried to stop. He didn't want to show them that he was weak, but now the situation changed and he couldn't control his emotions. He could have stand the beating, but this was too much for him to handle.
„Ohhhh! Look at this! He's crying! Believe me, Blondie, until now we didn't gave you a reason to cry", Kev glared at Matt.
He grabbed Matt's hair and yanked his head up, so that Matt was forced to look at him.
Slowly he brought his hand to Matt's throat. The blond couldn't see what Kev was doing, but it was for sure not good. When something could pressed against the skin of his throat matt stopped every movement he did to escape them. He could feel the metallic thing running up and down his throat and he knew that Kev hold a knife in his hand.
Kev run the knife along Matt's throat but he was careful not to break the pale skin. If Matt is visible hurt the next day people would get suspicious.
„Listen good, listen real good Matty-boy. If you make only one noise I don't know if I can hold my hand still. Normally I'm not that nervous... Understand?", he threatened him.
Matt had no choice, he nodded. This was no game. Matt didn't knew if they would really went that far and kill him but he wasn't keen on to find this out.
He tried not to think. His whole world seemed to fall into pieces.
He had never felt o dirty and awful pain in his entire life when the first from the group had his fun with him.
He couldn't stop the tears. It was as if his body is torn up from the inside.
Over and over again.
When it was Dean's turn the darkness was his the only thing that he could see and besides pain he couldn't feel anything else.
At some point he darkness overtook him and he blacked out.
AN: Oh man, now I'm tired. Poor Matt. Tell me if you liked it or not.
Disclaimer: Don't own anything.
This story contains yaoi. I think that you have figured that out after the first
chapter..
It's friday night, midnight if you wan to know, and Im in the mood to translate the
third chapter.
Don't know what to say at the moment.
Bandpractise
Later that evening Matt started to walk over to Sean's apartment where he should meet with his other band members.
When he stood in front of the door he raised his hand and knocked gently at the wooden door.
He looked at his watch. It was exactly five o'clock. At least he had reached the apartment in time. Matt could hear noises coming from th inside and only seconds after that the door opened. Dean stood in the doorway and smiled down at him. He stepped back to let Matt inside. The blond took the invitation and walked into the apartment.
He could see Sean and Kev sitting on the couch in the living-room. When they saw that Matt had arrived they stopped talking and turned to look at him.
„Hey, Matt. I'm glad that you could make it", Sean said. Kev had a grin on his face that looked even for him very stupid.
„Was no big deal. If this here is so importan that you can't talk to me about it during practise I made me curious. What is it?", said Matt.
„You'll learn that very soon", murmured Kev just loud enough for Sean to hear, who sat next to him.
„Sit down", Dean pointed at the easy chair. Matt obeyed and sat down. He was facing Sean and Kev.
„Oh, we only wanted to talk about this and that with you. You can say that this here isn't so very important...", Kev started.
What Matt didn't noticed was that Dean had walked behind the easy chair he sat in.
Dean hold a rope in his hand. At the moment whe Matt wanted to turn around, 'cause he noticed that Sean and Kev looked at something behind him, he put the rope around Matt's throat and pulled.
The blond couldn't breath. He tried to pull the rope away from his throat otherwise he would have choked. He managed to get a hold on it but Dean was to strong and only tightened his hold.
Sean and Kev stood up and calmly walked over to where Dean and matt where.
They wanted to help their friend.
Sean took Matt's wrist in his hand and brought them behind his back. But it wasn't as easy as the thought. Matt tried to break Sean's hold on his wrist with all of his strength, but he gave up when Dean put more pressure on this throat.
Sean and Kev took each one of Matt's arms and Dean took the rope from his throat. Within seconds the three boys had Matt's wrist bound up and the blond couldn't fight them.
Where the rope had been on Matt's throat there was a red mark that reached from the right side to the left side of his neck.
Matt gasped for breath and tried to break free. But he had no chance.
It was now three against one.
„What are you doing??!! Are you crazy?! Let me go!", shouted Matt at his friends. Until this moment he had believed that they were his friends, but know he wasn't so sure anymore.
„Of course we let you go now! What do you think! We didn't plan this only to let you go right after we got you where we wanted to have you", Sean said in a mocking voice.
Matt didn't understand what had gotten into his 'friends'.
„Let me go! What do you want anyway?", he asked and cried at the same time.
No member from the small group said a word, but Dean looked over to Dean and his look said more things than words could have said. Slowly matt began to understand what the three of them wanted to do with him.
„No... You're not doing this... You don't dare... I mean... You can't...", stuttered Matt.
„Oh, you'll see what we can do, Blondie. And we will", interrupted Dean.
Sean leaned forwards so that his face was only inches away from Matt's.
„And you can't make us stop...", he breathed into Matt's face.
Matt used this situation for his own advantage and kicked Sean in the stomach. Sean fell back and if Kev hadn't caught him he would have hit the floor.
Dean who stood next to Matt was shocked that the blonde dared to fight them, but then he raised his hand and slapped Matt hard across the face.
For a moment matt saw actually stars and he got dizzy. He shook his head and the feeling started to leave him again. He could see clearly what was going on around him and he didn't like it a bit.
Sean stood on his own feet again and walked a few steps to cross the distance between them, until he stood in front of Matt.
„Brat!!", Matt could hear him shouting and than he felt that pain on the left side of his face again.
Sean's hand slapped him so hard that his head fell to his side and when he looked up a small trail of blood leaped down his cheek.
When they saw what Sean has done all three of them smiled. With his all of his arrogance Sean stood in front of Matt and threatened: „Until now we were very friendly. But if you want to play it that way, you have to keep this up. Or you can be a nice Matt and stop to make it so complicate. Look, Ishida, you lost this game. We get what we want, one way or another. If you want to fight us, it's your choice. Nut don't believe that this will help you. It'll only get worse. We are three and you are all alone, well Blondie, there is no one that is gong to help you. Fight as much as you want, you won't get away from us... So guys, let's play a little with our friend."
Dean grabbed Matt collar and pulled him our of his seat. He let Matt go, who fell face first on the floor. He tried to get up but he couldn't make it 'cause his hands were bound behind his back.
„Shit..", he cursed under his breath when a boot slammed down on his back.
It took Matt's breath away and the boy lay on the floor again gasping fir air.
Every time when Matt tried to break free another member of the group kicked him on his back or in the ribs. He didn't try to scream anymore. It was no use. When he tried they would only hit him harder and with more force. But they never kicked or hit him that hard, that he wouldn't be able to walk the next day.
Sean started to laughed when he saw the tear that was running down Matt's cheek. Finally it mixed with the blood and fell on the floor.
Matt felt that one of them started to fumble with the button of his pants he couldn't stop the tears which he had tried to stop. He didn't want to show them that he was weak, but now the situation changed and he couldn't control his emotions. He could have stand the beating, but this was too much for him to handle.
„Ohhhh! Look at this! He's crying! Believe me, Blondie, until now we didn't gave you a reason to cry", Kev glared at Matt.
He grabbed Matt's hair and yanked his head up, so that Matt was forced to look at him.
Slowly he brought his hand to Matt's throat. The blond couldn't see what Kev was doing, but it was for sure not good. When something could pressed against the skin of his throat matt stopped every movement he did to escape them. He could feel the metallic thing running up and down his throat and he knew that Kev hold a knife in his hand.
Kev run the knife along Matt's throat but he was careful not to break the pale skin. If Matt is visible hurt the next day people would get suspicious.
„Listen good, listen real good Matty-boy. If you make only one noise I don't know if I can hold my hand still. Normally I'm not that nervous... Understand?", he threatened him.
Matt had no choice, he nodded. This was no game. Matt didn't knew if they would really went that far and kill him but he wasn't keen on to find this out.
He tried not to think. His whole world seemed to fall into pieces.
He had never felt o dirty and awful pain in his entire life when the first from the group had his fun with him.
He couldn't stop the tears. It was as if his body is torn up from the inside.
Over and over again.
When it was Dean's turn the darkness was his the only thing that he could see and besides pain he couldn't feel anything else.
At some point he darkness overtook him and he blacked out.
AN: Oh man, now I'm tired. Poor Matt. Tell me if you liked it or not.