Chapter 11

DranzerGirl: [[stares at DranzerGirl then runs screaming in fear]]

HimekoSukie: Storm the Abbey? They might. :p

Ashla: There's been a bug in the reviews methinks, so don't worry. Just so long as this one came through, right? :p

Ramen II: Linky to mentioned story muchly wanted. [[pleading eyes]] And it's often been commented that I'm good with dialogue. Not sure why though.

KuronekoHikage: Kai/Ray moments in a Tala/Bryan centred fic? We'll see.

Lullaby Lily: The Panas thing is answered here.

Kappy Locks: Boris has clones. ;) :D

Cat in the web: The boys might help. You'll just have to wait and see.

lilmatchgirl007: You thinking maybe a bomb? [[insert evil laughter]]

Black Panther Wolf: If you're thinking I'm going to give away the ending, guess again. You'll just have to read on. :p

Jay Kamiya: So what would you do if I do kill Bryan? ;)

eyriess: I used to play organ so I know how you feel. I'm a flute player now, though I haven't played for a while. And no American Pie jokes! And you're going to kill me when you see what I have in store between Boris and Bryan

Lady Snowblossom: Mr D's always late, and they did get Voltaire.

The Valkyrie: I'll give it away - 32

Mizuyah: You have now. :p

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Disclaimer: See first page

Dark eyes stared through the darkness, watching the other. The sound of their breathing echoed off the walls of the small barren room, the air stale and almost recycled from where it flowed in through a small vent near the roof.

Spotting the slightest of twitches, he narrowed his eyes, voice hoarse from lack of use as he spoke into the small space. "Bryan. We need to talk. Bryan."

Lavender eyes slitted open, head twisting to regard him.

"We need to talk."

"Then start talking." Bryan sighed, shifting as he stretched, eyes drifting down to regard the chains binding his wrists, trailing along the floor to a thick metal hoop in the wall behind him. "Though I think I know what ya gonna ask."

"You probably do." Panas swallowed, trying to force moisture into his dry throat. "Why?"

"You already know, Panny."

"And Tala?"

"Is going to be pissed."

Panas sighed, shaking his head. "You should have known you couldn't cut a deal with Boris. The guys too crafty, too smart. Why did you even try?"

"Because I had too." Bryan met his eye. "Boris made a threat against you and the other boys. I couldn't just take that lying down."

"He made that threat knowing full well what your reaction would be."

"I know that. That's why I brought the bomb."

"A bomb?" Panas raised an eyebrow. "A real one?"

"Of course it was bloody real." Bryan smirked. "I just forgot to properly hook up the detonator, that's all."

Panas chuckled. "Boris is going to be pissed."

"What's new." Bryan sighed, ignoring the itching sensation coming from his neck where the blood had begun to dry out. "So what happened? Aizik told us that a boy gave out details and got himself killed."

"I take it Aizik didn't mention the fact that he killed him." Panas shook his head. "It happened quickly. Vlas was trying to score points with Boris, trying to get onto the main team that was formerly the reserves, my team. Vlas's body wasn't even cold when they grabbed Aizik and dragged him to the dungeon, beating him all the way."

"What about you?"

"I wasn't there when it happened. I was training with my group when word reached us, and I knew I had been betrayed. I had just opened the door to make a run for it when I found myself face-to-face with Boris. He grabbed me by the throat, choking me before slamming me headfirst into the wall, knocking me out. When I woke up I was here."

"Sounds about his style."

"I knew straight away he was going to use me as bait to draw you back to the Abbey. He made it clear long ago he would never allow you to leave." Panas sighed. "I wish you hadn't come back, Bryan. I would feel so much better knowing you were safe."

"And I would be fretting, worrying about you." Bryan met his eye. "So what's Boris done to you?"

"To begin with he just beat me. Then he started some experiments, pushing to see how far he could stretch my limits. Nothing serious though, just painful. He's made it clear that he finds me nothing more than scum and wouldn't care if I lived or died."

"Is that it?"

Panas looked away.

"Panny…" Bryan narrowed his eyes. "What did he do? Answer me, Fomin."

Panas swallowed. "He made me… he made me suck his…"

"Ah." Bryan raised an eyebrow. "That's it?"

"Yeah." Panas looked back toward him. "How do you do it, Bryan? How can you put up with him doing that to you? You make it seem like anyone can just get up and walk away. Though I must admit I remember the early days."

"I was an emotional wreck." Bryan chuckled softly. "That's something I don't need to worry about these days."

"True." Panas sighed, gazing up toward the roof. "So, did he…"

"I think you already know the answer to that one."

"He's a sick, perverted man." Panas shot a look to the side. "The day they arrest him I'm going to be standing at the front of the crowd stoning him. If he gets the death penalty I'm going to buy a recording of the execution."

"Be great entertainment for parties." Bryan smirked. "I can just hear the boys cheering and whistling as he slowly fades away, placing bets as to when he will cark it."

Panas chuckled. "The house gets 30% of all winnings, of course."

"Of course."

The cell elapsed into silence, Panas frowning before he looked once more to the side. "So what do you think he will do with us, Iceheart?"

"Whatever he wants, Pegasus. Whatever he wants."

Reunions are always good, even if you're chained up and bleeding. :p