By Sadeh
Disclaimer: I don't own National Treasure, Riley Poole (I wish), Ian Howe (I also wish), Ben Gates, ect., blah de da. Touchstone/Disney owns it.
Warnings: Slash (shouldn't be a problem, sadly is, intolerant bastards), rape, sadism. Rating: I'd say a very high R.
Pairings: Biiiig love triangle-square-thing. Ben-Riley-Ian-Some Abigail (but in the future I'm chuckin' her)
Summary: Riley is upset with Ben for finding Abigail and marrying her. They get in a small fight, Riley runs off and finds himself alone in a dark corner with... dun dun dun. Ian, who then rapes him to get back at Ben for betraying him.
Information: This fiction is slightly A.U.ish. There is no treasure, Riley, Ian and Abigail all don't know each other (Ian knows Riley only from information he receives, by the way), and Ian and Ben have always been feuding with each other since Ben just dumped Ian and began to hang with Riley. They're NOT rich, still live in an apartment.
Other: Please excuse any spelling errors or typos I made in this chapter and the last. I'm working on this at my mother's house and her veeeeery outdated computer doesn't have Word and probably wouldn't even handle such a program. If anyone would beta for me, I'd be glad to let you. My email is email me if interested.
REVIEWS:
Spooky'sAngel - Thanks for the review! And I'm making it into a Ben/Riley fiction.
I was pushed into the car once more, this time traveling with the bodyguards and the camera man from before. Ian wasn't here, obviously he must've had other people to terrorize. "Okay, now. This is simple, let Ben see you, give him the dvd and then you can do whatever you want to. Oh, and we will be watching to make sure you hand him the dvd. So don't try anything funny," he hissed into my ear as he picked me up and placed me on the seat. The camera man popped the dvd out of his camera and handed it over. I felt a knot form up in my stomach as I took it with a shaking hand and quickly stuck it in my pocket. Suddenly the car stopped and the door was opened. I climbed out slowly, the guard stepping out beside me, motioning with his head for me to go inside the apartment building.
I walked in, getting either looks of sympathy or worry. It wasn't that bad! Well, it might be... crying the whole time while being punched a few times then sliced up wasn't exactly going to let anyone's face be very pretty.
I stepped into the elevator, my head kept down as I kicked at an imaginary stone. I quickly pressed the number leading to his floor, then ran to the corner so noone could get a real good look at me. At the third floor, most of the people got off. There was still one or two, and the tall man who had been Ian's bodyguard stood near the entrance to the elevator. Finally my stop, sixth floor. I slowly walked out, feeling liek throwing my stomach out onto the floor right now. I watched as the bodyguard waited at the elevator, watching me through heavily shaded eyes, it was a little odd in a way. Wouldn't it be hard to see with sunglasses at ten in the night?
I stopped at Ian and Abigail's door, breathing in quickly and knocking meekly. I heard a yell come from behind the door, sounding slightly exhausted. "WAIT!", it called out.
As the door creaked open, I saw Abigail look at me. She gave me a quick smile. "Oh, Riley, what're you doing here?" She asked sweetly, I didn't really like her much. I almost wanted to just hurt her with the sickeningly fake voice she just put on. I took the dvd from my pocket and handed it to her.
"Here... um, give it to Ben please," I choked out quickly before the door slid open widely and Ben just looked at me with an apologetic smile on his face. Which quickly turned to worry as soon as he saw my face.
"Riley, what-"
"Here, just take this..." I said quickly, throwing it at Abigail and ben and then ran once more, but this time Ben ran after me. He grabbed me quickly and lifted me. I watched as the bodyguard quickly went back into the elevator. I felt my whole body shrivel up.
"Riley, you explain to me what the hell happened to you," he told me and started to bring me into his apartment. I started to struggle a bit. "No, please, let me go. I want to go home," I said softly.
I quickly wriggled from his grip and began to run to the stairs, this time outrunning him. I quickly trampled down the stairs, not hearing him this time, but I didn't stop until I reached the bottom floor. However, instead of following me, he apparently had taken the elevator and was waiting by the front doors. I looked to my left and right, then snuck into the restrooms before he could spot me. I ran into a stall, and then sat down on the cold floor tiles, my head tipped back and rested on the stall wall. I took shallow breaths, hoping to calm my breathing incase he happened to walk in. After a minute or two, as my pulse slowly went down and my face got less flushed, I slowly stepped out of the stall and looked around, creeping to the door and peeking my head. I didn't see him by the door any more. There was my chance to finally go and run home. I needed some time for relaxation.
I walked fastly to the door, looking around to make sure Ben wasn't there. I sighed in utter relief as my eyes did not see what I had been dreading.
As soon as I walked outside, I saw him stand there. He was staring at me, a curious and yet worried look on his face as he slowly walked up to me. I turned away and started to walk back inside, but he grabbed my hand. I felt a soft tingle travel up my arm as he pulled me near him into a big bear hug.
"Please, Riley, tell me what's wrong," he whispered into my ear softly. I only looked down nervously. I didn't want to explain, I didn't want to be around when he saw what had happened to me on the dvd. I quickly shook my head.
"Ben... no," I pleaded him, looking away as he tried to look at my eyes. "I just sort of want to be alone right now."
He looked at me and sighed. "Listen, Riley. I'm gonna drive you home, okay? I'm not letting you walk home like that," he remarked, pulling me to the parking lot and unlocking the rather plain, beige car he had. I climbed onto the dark grey seat and pulled on the seat belt as he started up the car. It took about four tries before it started up. He pulled out of the parking lot and onto the slightly budy city streets. It was silent for about five minutes, before I heard Ben ask me a question.
"So, Riley, what is on that dvd you gave me?" He asked, looking over to me for a split second. I, who was looking outside at the people walking up and down the streets, looked over to him. I shifted slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable.
"Nothing, you can throw it out," I said softly, laying my head on the window.
"Well, obviously there's something on it that explains what happened, so I'm not going to. Listen, Riley, I'm going to find out what happened sooner or later," he told me firmly, a look of determination on his face. I just ignored his remark, beginning to rub my temple. I didn't want to have to explain, I didn't want to have to talk. We slowly pulled up to my house, it was a while away from Ben's apartments, but still in Philadelphia. I opened the door and got out quickly, taking the key from my pocket and opened the door. I waved quickly at Ben, who was getting out of his car to come talk to me. I quickly closed the door before he could however, I just didn't want to hear him try and get the truth out of me.
I locked the door and hurried upstairs and down the hallway to my bedroom. I took off my jacket and just fell on my bed. I felt so worn out, and like my brain was about to explode. I just shook my head, not wanting to think about it. I ignored the knocks on my doors until they disappeared and I heard his car start up and rive away.
I quickly stood and stumbled into the bathroom, looking at the bathtub. I started to run the shower, nice and hot. Steam soon engulfed the tiny, white-tiled room as I laid out a towel for me and a towel on the floor. I first took off my shirt, my whole back being covered in a thin layer of blood, the cuts pulsating. I touched the scar on my chest, letting my fingernails drag over the name. I felt almost like a whore.
Then came my pants and boxers, my legs were slightly bloodied, but not as badly as my back. I stood there, looking in the mirror for the longest time, then slipped into shower. I felt my skin burn slightly as I let the water run down my skin. It burned the cuts, but I just ignored the pain.
Soon it felt rather relaxing, and the warm touch of the water left me rather tired and weary as I got out and stepped on the towel, grabbing the other one and drying myself off with it. Suddenly someone burst into the bathroom door, and I just about fell over and bashed my head against the wall. My vision turned black as I sat up and rubbed my head.
I felt arms slowly wrap around me, squeezing me. Once my vision stopped blurring, I noticed it was Ben.
"Riley, I'm so sorry," he said softly to me, hugging me deeper. I felt myself melt in his touch, and yet felt almost sick too. I just wanted to die, right here and now. "Listen, Riley, I promise you... we'll get him back."
I nodded my head, not really wanting to think about anything but sleeping for the moment. Despite that I had work tomorrow, I decided I would call in sick.
"Ben, um, er, could I please just go to bed? I'm sort of tired," I said slowly, almost quietly. He nodded and picked me up suddenly. He then took me to my room and set me down on the bed. He then looked into my dresser, picking out something for me to sleep in.
I suddenly felt sort of... special. He used to do these sort of things before, before he married Abigail that was. I looked down, feeling slightly guilty. I didn't want him to leave Abigail just because I was hurt! "Ben, you really don't have to do this. Go back home with Ab-" I started, before being cut off by him.
"Listen, Riley, I'd rather spend my time helping you rather than being with Abigail. She's been acting sort of snotty lately, I can't say anything around her about you or she starts to glare. That, err, movie... it made her really angry," he said as he sat beside me on my bed. I looked down, feeling bad. All this over me.
"Well, if you want to stay here... you may," I said as my eyes intently burned holes in the carpet. I didn't feel like looking at him.
"Well, if you don't mind... I'll go in the guest room," he said with a nod, then headed for the door.
"Wait, you may sleep with me if you want to," I said in the same tone as before, my words strung out and sort of quiet. He sat down next to me again and wrapped his arms around me tightly, but careful not to hurt me.
W00t!
Second chapter in record time!
Hmm, maybe I'll get more reviews this time. I have a feeling Riley and Ben are moving a little too fast... next chapter I'm going to slow them down a bit. I'm making Abigail a jealous little bitch in this fiction. I don't really like her, and I'm sure Riley isn't too happy with her either. However, he doesn't do anything.
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