Author: Merry Christmas peoples, I thought I would update sooner then usual. :grins: I hope u guys have a nice holiday.
animeprincess1452: :grins: Soon enough for u? :laughs: This is kind of early for me.
Tilea: :laughs: No incest, so don't worry about that. I'm glad u would stay with my fic either way though. :grins: When I said I needed to touch it up I really meant it, I only had 3 pages done. But u inspired me to write faster, I hope it turned out okay.
Ore No Kagami: U know, I never even thought about bringing the peoples back to life. :chuckles: I was so busy killing them I forgot, hm, I guess it's too late for that though. :smiles apologetically: We find out who the dude is the next chap though, since it's the last.
Erica: Next chap, Next chap, Next chap! :grins: I think they're saved in this chapter though. We find out the evil dude next update! :cheers:
LillyAngel: :grins: Oolong, another person I forgot about in this fic. :perks up: U got something with the split personality thing, :grins: just not the exact person. Next chap will reveal all!
Goten cried out as he was kicked in the stomach once again. He wanted the pain to stop, but he couldn't do anything or Trunks would be hurt.
"Give up you little bastard?" The man above him hissed.
Goten panted heavily as the beating momentarily stopped, sweat glistened on his brow and his hair stuck to the side of his face. Not because of the salt leaking from his pores though, a large gash lay open to the air and was sluggishly gushing out thick crimson streams of blood above his eyebrow.
The boy winced as his vision turned red momentarily. Blood spilled into his left eye and burned.
"I won't ever give up." He gasped for air. "I already told you that I wasn't going to let you touch Trunks."
"Goten, please, just stop!" Trunks pleaded from his corner.
The trio found themselves still in the room of Trunks' rape, Goten bowed before the shadowed figure and Trunks cowering in the dark corner he had been left in. Shallow puddles of blood dripped onto the wooden tiles of the floorboards as Goten allowed his injuries to bleed freely.
The struggle between the two fighting for Trunks' love had begun shortly upon arrival, when their captor had promised them a good fucking. He had made the mistake of moving toward Trunks when he relayed his cryptic words and Goten had pounced with a snarl.
He had gotten his ass kicked.
Goten didn't know why he always challenged the man before him, he had been proved many times before that he was no match.
Must be the Son genes. He chuckled lightly.
Darkened eyes narrowed. "What, pray tell, do you find so funny in a situation such as this?"
Goten smiled at the frigid man. "I was laughing at my stupidity." He informed. "I blame it on the genes."
The figure's eyes flashed dangerously. "You really think so? Well then I'll just have to prove your theory correct then, because I believe full-heartedly that the Sons are nothing but fools! And you prove my point quite nicely!" The roar was filled with poison.
The fist aimed for Goten's head was caught easily and the youth smirked. "You really have no room to talk of stupidity."
The man snarled in rage as he pulled away and kicked out at Goten in fury.
"After all, you are just as dense as I am." He shifted and connected his foot with the man's jaw. "You can't take a hint when you're not wanted!"
"It is love!" The figure screamed as blood splattered from his mouth.
Goten and Trunks frowned in confusion when their enemy fell to his knees.
"It's not obsession, I've spent my entire life watching as Trunks grew." He whispered, eyes bright. "I was always there for him, I always gave him anything that he needed!"
The figure lunged to his feet and panted heavily, saliva dripping down his chin as his teeth were barred.
"I will not be denied anymore." He moaned.
The shrill scream that pierced their ears was not human, then again the man before them couldn't take claim of that position anyway. His mind was too far gone to be anything but a wanting creature of darkness.
"You will die!" He screeched as he dove toward Goten.
Burning ki lit around his clenched fists as he connected with Goten's cheek. Goten's head snapped back from the force of the punch and Trunks screamed through his tears.
"Goten!"
The growling figure turned toward Trunks with a snarl. "Stop screaming, he's fine." He kicked Goten in the kneecap with quick precision. "After all, he is Saiyan."
Goten winced in pain as his leg buckled beneath him and threw him to the floor in a quivering heap. "Damn." He hissed.
The man ignored Goten and moved lust filled eyes onto his next victim. "Trunks." He purred.
Trunks slid against the wall as he braced himself into a standing position. He hated to admit it but he wouldn't have been able to move if it hadn't been for the sensu bean he was forced to eat.
"Stay away from me." He warned.
The shadow grinned. "Don't you love me anymore Trunks?" He slid closer. "After all I did for you?"
Trunks' mouth gaped open in shock. "All you did for me?" He spat. "You did nothing but cause me pain!"
"You'll learn to love me." Narrowed eyes glared.
"Fuck off." Trunks replied coolly.
Before any move could be made against him the figure had shot a ki blast at Trunks leg, blasting a small hole through the flesh in a spray of blood. Trunks' mouth opened in a silent scream as his eyes rolled back into his head in pain, he fell to the ground weakly.
"You bastard!" Goten roared, eyes flashing teal.
His hair bled to gold as he tackled the man to the ground with enraged force. All his anger boiled down to this moment as he clenched onto the figure's neck with bone crushing force.
"Never touch Trunks like that again!" He snarled, baring his canines at the struggling body beneath him.
To support his words he began hitting his enemy's head against the ground, still holding him in a choking hold. Every time he hit the floorboards there was a loud thud leaving the man dizzy to the world.
"I will kill you." Goten hissed. "I swear, I don't give a damn who you are!"
Trunks whimpered as he clutched his now bleeding leg. He felt woozy but still managed to hold his blurry eyes onto Goten's moving form.
"Goten, please." He pleaded.
Goten's head immediately snapped in the direction of the whispery voice and he powered down as he jumped off the unconscious figure.
"Trunks, are you alright?" His eyes roamed over Trunks' body searching for flaws.
The youth smiled weakly. "I'm fine, he just got me in the leg." He replied bravely.
Goten winced as he spied the offending injury and silently berated himself for not being protective enough of his friend.
Instead he looked toward the long forgotten door. "We need to get out of here now." He said with a tone of authority.
Trunks nodded and attempted to stand, which seemed to be an immediate mistake as he cried out and fell roughly against the wall he had been leaning against.
Goten hurriedly captured Trunks into his arms and hugged him near his fast beating heart. "Don't try to walk on your own, I'll help you." He reassured.
Trunks nodded slightly, biting his tongue to stop from crying out again. The dark haired boy smiled calmly and proceeded to lift Trunks to his feet.
"Now let's get out of here shall we?" Goten tried to keep the mood bright by staying cheerful.
Trunks leaned against Goten's stronger body and threw his arm around the boy's shoulder to help support his weight while lifting his injured limb off the ground as he stumbled. They then proceeded past the unmoving form of their enemy, sparing a last withering glare before opening the surprisingly unlocked door.
"Well that was easy." Goten commented as his eyes adjusted to the darkness beyond the dim light shining from the room. Shadows were cast in strange and intricate patterns upon the dust covered floor.
The room they had been in was windowless so they hadn't a clue as to how long they had remained in this torturous house, but judging by the lack of light in the silent building, it had been awhile.
"How do you think he got a hold of this place anyway?" Goten nodded his head toward the empty space.
Trunks panted slightly beside him. "Bastard probably killed the previous owners." He hopped slightly to keep his balance. "I just want to wake up from this nightmare."
Goten nodded in complete agreement. Now I just have to find the way out and hopefully then it will end.
The young Son supported Trunks' weak body as he moved them around the house, searching desperately for a way of escape.
"Can't we go through the front?" Trunks whimpered.
"There's a lock." Goten turned to glance behind them warily.
"Goten, everyway we think of is going to have a lock, just choose one." Trunks said tersely.
Goten deflated and sighed. "Fine, we'll go out through the back." He decided.
Trunks nodded and lifted some of his weight from is friend's shoulders to aid their escape.
The hallway was dark as they shuffled silently through the morbid house. Goten strained his eyes in the shadows, striving to locate the correct path.
"I take it it's nighttime." Trunks thought aloud.
Goten felt his muscles shift. "Yeah, probably." He snapped slightly.
"I was just being observant." Trunks pouted, growing silent.
The dark Saiyan sighed. "I'm sorry Trunks, I didn't-"
He flinched suddenly as a white light sliced through the darkness and washed over them, exposing their forms.
"What the fuck?" Trunks frowned, squinting out through the dusty window.
The flashing lights from atop the squad cars dispelled any question as to who these strangers were, relief washed through Trunks' form.
"The police Goten!" He said excitedly. "I wonder, how did they find us?"
Goten shook his head and pulled them into the shadows. Trunks struggled slightly against his loose hold.
"Goten, why are we hiding? They've come to help us." He protested.
Goten turned worried eyes toward the flashing lights, feeling his heart grow heavy with dread.
"Mr. Son, release your captive and we will take you to the institute where you will get the help you need." A police officer called on his bullhorn.
Goten bowed his head and cowered beside Trunks. "Have they come for me?" He whispered.
"No Goten, it's not you that they want, I promised I would keep you safe remember?" Trunks soothed gently.
"Mr. Son, I repeat, come out with your hands up before we are forced to come in there!" The voice continued.
Trunks and Goten remained in their hidden positions, now wary of the voices outside and the bright light being shone into the house through the window. The shadows embraced them and kept them from sight.
"Poor little chibis, have they come to take you away?" A hoarse growl rose from the shadows.
The two boys froze, knowing whose voice it was and realizing that they were still in grave danger. Goten clung onto Trunks' arm desperately.
Trunks' eyes darted to the darkness surrounding them. "He's still alive!" The youth panicked.
"That's right sweet Trunks, you didn't actually think that weakling could defeat me did you?" He growled.
"Bastard, we aren't going to let you get away with this." Trunks spat.
A shadowy form began to appear in the darkness and they could make out the crazy grin spread across the figure's face. "What do you expect to do about it?" He chuckled darkly.
"The police have surrounded us if you haven't noticed." Goten informed curtly. "I doubt they will release you once we get out of here." He growled.
The man's image became clear in the moonlight and though they had seen his condition earlier, his face still frightened them and sent chills through their bodies. He swooped before their eyes, the crazy grin still lit on his face.
"I never said we were going to leave." He shook his head. "Trunks and I are staying here, you on the other hand, I could care less." He spat.
Goten growled and pulled Trunks closer. "Try to take him from me you sick fuck, he's not staying in this hellhole with you."
The shadow flashed forward without warning and tackled Goten away from Trunks.
"Hey!" Goten cried reflexively.
He tumbled underneath the heavier man and winced as his roll came to a halt by the low hanging windowsill coming in contact with his skull. The jolt of pain caught him off guard momentarily and he stared dazedly as his vision was filled with darkness.
"Do you finally accept that Trunks belongs to me?" The whisper was as dark as the surrounding shadows. "I have taken him, do you understand?"
Goten's eyes widened in shock. "No." He whispered.
He turned to glance at Trunks for confirmation yet the pale boy remained with his head bowed in disgrace.
Goten took this as a positive to the figure's cryptic words and felt a surge of power fill him, anger burned through his veins.
"I wasn't there to protect him." He muttered as his mind flashed. "I wasn't there."
His trembling form was slowly being swallowed by a blinding, yet pure light as his eyes clenched tightly closed, his face in a grimace of pain.
"What is the meaning of this?" The man frowned with distaste.
"Y-you you bastard." Goten choked.
The evil shadow dug his nails into Goten's flesh, grinning sadistically as small trails of blood trickled down the pale neck before him.
"Just die." He hissed.
Goten's eyes shot open at those words and he spoke a single word. "No."
"What did you say?" The voice was hardly above a hoarse whisper.
Goten smiled angelically. "I won't sit back like all the others." His expression turned cold in a heartbeat. "I will not die by your hands."
His eyes glowed eerily as he threw his head back to the ceiling. The scream that left his lips was full of pain and the lust for revenge.
"You will repent for your sins!" He roared.
The explosion of energy brightened the surrounding area as an ear-piercing scream echoed through the house. The figure was thrown away from Goten violently, crashing into the opposite wall and sliding to the floor followed by a trail of blood.
In mere seconds everything snapped. There was shouting from outside and the man took his opportunity to support himself on quaking legs and stalk forward menacingly.
"I will kill you." He raised his hand in the beginning of an attack.
"Freeze!"
Shots were fired without further warning as the swat team broke in through the rust hinged door. The figure fell to the ground with a pained roar and Trunks and Goten remained unmoving on the dusty floor, eyes wide in shock.
"Are you two alright?" One of the officers asked.
Trunks nodded hurriedly and Goten did the same, they kept fearful eyes on the groaning man before them who in turn glared at them from his sprawled position on the ground.
Blood pooled around his leg where the offending bullet had pierced through, breaking the bone in the process and rendering the limb useless.
"I will find you Trunks." He hissed. "And I will make you mine!"
Trunks rewarded him with a cool gaze. "You've been caught, and your little lies won't protect you any longer. We're returning the favor you bestowed upon Goten, you're going to be locked away now." He replied softly.
Goten sneered. "And you'll rot away in there, waiting for your end, but it will never come."
The man just smirked as his hands were cuffed and he was lifted onto a stretcher by the medical crew. "Don't worry my sweet, I will return for what is mine." He nodded.
"We'll be waiting." Goten scowled.
The medical team took this opportunity to gather the two traumatized boys into blankets as they led them out of the house. Questions were asked but Trunks and Goten remained oblivious to it all.
They huddled together, sealing their warmth between them until a police officer pulled Goten away. Trunks panicked slightly until he saw the reassurance in Goten's small smile.
"I'll come back." He nodded.
Trunks turned toward his tormentor, finding solace in the fact that the horrendous man was locked onto the stretcher. Their eyes met and Trunks froze.
A beckoning hand rose from the man's side and his face was the image of regret. "One more word Trunks." He pleaded, eyes locking onto icy blue orbs.
Trunks frowned in unease, his compassionate instincts were telling him to give the pathetic figure before him the chance to explain or defend himself. But he knew he couldn't be trusted.
"What is it." He snapped shortly.
"Please, come closer." Was the only reply to the harsh demand.
Trunks sighed with impatience, he didn't want to be in this place any longer, he wanted to go home.
Despite his better judgment he stepped forward to stand near the stretcher. Immediately he regretted his decision as a rough, claw-like hand grasped onto his arm and tugged on him, he lost his balance and fell onto the prone figure's chest with a loss of breath.
Trunks struggled and he heard yelling in the back of his panicking mind. The arms around his torso squeezed tighter until he was in a choking hold. He felt a tickle of air on his neck as a hot mouth moved to his ear.
The man's warm breath was moist as he panted against Trunks.
"You're mine Trunks." He whispered, smiling in smug satisfaction as the boy flinched. "I have claimed your body."
The surrounding officers managed to come to Trunks' aid as they ripped the offending figure away from the traumatized boy.
Trunks pushed himself away from the stretcher, wiping his ear in disgust as though his actions would erase his memory of the cryptic message. He then glared as his stalker was pulled into the ambulance, the man's eyes never leaving his own.
As the doors began to close on the figure, he winked and blew a kiss, waving lightly to Trunks and causing him to shudder.
"Forget him." Goten growled as he came to stand beside him.
Trunks turned and smiled softly. "It's finally over." He said in relief.
Goten embraced Trunks in his thin, yet strong arms. "Everything is going to be better now." He said as he kissed the top of Trunks' head lightly.
Trunks nodded and leaned into Goten's body, trying to erase the other man's presence from mind. They turned and watched as the police drove ahead of the ambulance with a wail from the sirens. The flashing lights were absorbed into the darkness and then there was only comforting silence.
Trunks rested his head on Goten's shoulder and sighed.
"I love you."
Author: Sucky ending? Well it's not over silly! Hurry and review so I can put the last chap up! Then we officially find out who the person is! So ja ne, hopefully I'll be seeing u soon though. Everyone better review since it's pretty much the end!
-Red