DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, OR HAVE A WEAK STOMACH. (even though I'm
16...)
This story deals with rape, abuse, and some real sickos posing as humans. If you don't deal well with violence or the underside of humanity, go read one of my other fics. You have been warned. Please do not take this warning lightly. Thank you.
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"C'mon hun, you promised!" The man said, wrapping his arms around his girlfriend's waist from behind, and pressing his lips against her collarbone.
"I know, but I'm just not in the mood tonight. Besides, this place gives me the creeps." She replied, shrugging off his caress.
"Please?"
"Did you just hear something?" she asked suddenly, stiffening.
"You're imagining things, Allie."
"I'm serious, Richard, come on, we should check it out!" Allie slipped out of Richard's grasp and ran off into the dark hall.
"Allie, wait!" Richard called, starting after her. He found her frozen in the doorway of another room. "What's up?"
Instead of answering, Allie turned to stare wide-eyed at him and pointed a violently shaking finger into the room. Lit by the moonlight filtering through a broken window was a naked, bloody body.
"Oh my god."
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"What have we got here?" John asked, following the EMT up the stairs of the abandoned house.
"Leftovers of someone who likes little boys a little too much." The slim brunette replied, her eyes darkening momentarily as she ducked under the yellow tape stretched across the doorway. "He's going to live. You decide whether that's good or bad."
"That's a boy?" john asked, eyeing the long, bloody braid hanging from the stretcher as it was carried carefully down the wide staircase towards the ambulance parked outside. "What happened to him?"
"I'd say he was probably raped repeatedly, and banged up pretty bad in the process. I wouldn't be surprised if he knew his attacker, considering the location and the fact that he has no head wound consistent with being knocked out. The only signs of struggle are upstairs where he was found. Whoever did this probably brought him here under friendly pretenses, got him into the room, and attacked him there."
"That's a lot of speculation for an EMT." Finn said from a rear corner, waving the two over. "I think I found the kids clothes."
"Im not just any EMT," the woman replied, handing john a pair of latex gloves. "Im aiming for detective one of these days."
"There an ID anywhere in all this black?" John grumbled, ruffling through the clothes; a white collar fell from the bundle.
"Guess its not all black." Finn picked up the collar. "Shit." he muttered. The EMT looked at him with a questioning expression. "This shit's a priest's outfit."
"Found his wallet." John announced, standing up. "We got ourselves one Duo Maxwell, age 16. His address is right here. Shall we go break the bad news?"
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John knocked loudly on the door, glancing at his partner.
"Must be a rich little kid to be living in a place like this." Finn commented to sound of running feet approaching on the other side of door. The heavy slab of oak was wrenched open, revealing a heavily breathing brunette dressed in black spandex shorts and a loose green tank top.
"Did you find Duo?" The boy asked, looking from one man to the other and back.
"Who is it, Heero?" A voice asked from somewhere further back in the house.
"It's the cops!" Heero yelled back, not once looking away from the detectives on the porch.
"Heero," The voice continued, its blond owner coming into view, "you have no manners. Gentlemen, please come in. Would you like something to drink?"
"No thanks, kid." Finn declined the offer. "We're looking for the head of the household."
"Well then, technically, I'm your man." The small blond said cheerfully, ushering them into a sitting room. "But I think you would rather talk to Rashid. Stay here for a moment and I'll go get him." He ran out of the room, leaving the detectives alone with Heero.
"Your name is Heero, right?" John asked conversationally.
"Yeah." Heero replied, plopping down on a bare wooden bench set against one wall. "Sit."
"You a friend of Duo's?" Finn asked suddenly, sitting down across from Heero.
"You could say that." Heero said, looking down at his yellow sneakers.
"Back!" It was the blond again, towing a tall, dark haired man behind him. "This is Rasid. He's kind of in charge around here."
"Mr. Rashid, I'm Detective Munch, this is my partner, Detective Tutuola. We're here about a Duo Maxwell."
Heero looked up sharply, his face concerned. "Is he alright?" He asked sharply. "What happened to him?"
"He's fine, kid, and resting comfortably in the hospital."
"Hospital?" Heero demanded, pulling a gun from nowhere and pointing it straight at John. "How the hell can he be fine if he's in the fucking hospital?"
"By fine, my partner means he's alive. You wanna see him or what?" Finn asked, pushing the gun down. "Why do you have that, by the way?"
"Of course we're going!!" Heero yelled, pushing himself immediately to his feet, (yeah, he was still sitting.) and changing the gun's target to Finn. "What the hell kind of question is that?"
"C-Calm down, Heero!" The blonde stuttered, holding up both hands and waving them in the air like fans. "Rasid, could you please go and get Trowa from the garden house and Wufei from his practice room? Tell them we've found Duo."
"Of course, Master Quatre." Rashid said, turning and heading back towards the main hall to carry out his errands.
"Master Quatre?" John repeated, arching one eyebrow.
"Yes," Quatre said, smiling ruefully. "Just before my father died, Rasid and the Maganacs appointed themselves my personal bodyguards. They take care of us and insist on calling me 'Master Quatre' no matter how many times I ask them not to."
"Interesting."
Whatever reply Quatre might have made was cut short by two boys barreling into the room. One looked Chinese; his black hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail, and his dark eyes were excited. He was dressed as a fighter, in white training pants and a blue muscle shirt, katana hanging in his hand and sweat beading on his forehead while he caught his breath, staring at the detectives. The other, a brunette with long bangs covering one emerald eye, was wearing a pair of white jeans and a green turtleneck, the sleeves rolled up past his dirty elbows and forearms. He went immediately to the blond, not sparing a glance at the detectives.
"What's going on?" The Chinese boy asked, warily eyeing the detectives and the gun still pointed at one.
"They found Duo, Wufei!" Quatre exclaimed, jumping up and down while the new brunette put an arm around his shoulders. "We're going to visit him!"
"Visit him where?" Wufei asked, his eyes narrowing slightly as he concentrated on Finn. "It seems to me that I know you from somewhere." He gripped his katana tighter. "Have I threatened you before?"
"Last time I saw you, you were threatening to kill a rapist we were after if he so much as breathed." Finn supplied, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "I never did get to thank you for getting him."
"Then it would be safe to assume that we will be visiting out friend in the hospital."
"Nice guess kid." John remarked evenly.
"And it is also safe to assume, is it not, that we will not like what has happened to him?" Wufei finished, casting a worried glance at Heero.
"Yeah." Finn sighed, just as John's phone rang.
"Hold on a sec." John said, digging his cell out and moving away from the four boys.
"You got anything that you want to bring with, get it now." Finn advised. Quatre and the silent brunette who, through process of elimination, had to be Trowa, left immediately. Wufei followed, glancing suspiciously at John as he left. Heero stayed right where he was, waiting impatiently for the others to return. John hung up his phone and rejoined his partner.
"That was Elliot." he said quietly, "the kids awake and asking for Heero here."
"So take Heero down to the hospital now and I'll follow with the other guys." Finn suggested. "Not like we could fit all four of 'em in our gay ass ride anyways."
"True." John acknowledged with a shrug. "C'mon, kid."
"I'm not a kid, old man." Heero replied, already halfway to the door and tucking his gun into the back of his spandex shorts, where it became virtually invisible. "So get a move on."
"I may be old, but I still know an insult when I hear one!" John exclaimed, starting after Heero. "Show a little respect for your elders, you impudent little brat!"
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Haha! Fear my morbidness! Cower, insignificant dust specks! Cower! Bwahahahaha- (chokes) Owie...
If you're still with me, the perp is a character from GW. Have fun guessing who. Please review and tell me what you think.
This story deals with rape, abuse, and some real sickos posing as humans. If you don't deal well with violence or the underside of humanity, go read one of my other fics. You have been warned. Please do not take this warning lightly. Thank you.
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"C'mon hun, you promised!" The man said, wrapping his arms around his girlfriend's waist from behind, and pressing his lips against her collarbone.
"I know, but I'm just not in the mood tonight. Besides, this place gives me the creeps." She replied, shrugging off his caress.
"Please?"
"Did you just hear something?" she asked suddenly, stiffening.
"You're imagining things, Allie."
"I'm serious, Richard, come on, we should check it out!" Allie slipped out of Richard's grasp and ran off into the dark hall.
"Allie, wait!" Richard called, starting after her. He found her frozen in the doorway of another room. "What's up?"
Instead of answering, Allie turned to stare wide-eyed at him and pointed a violently shaking finger into the room. Lit by the moonlight filtering through a broken window was a naked, bloody body.
"Oh my god."
- - - -
"What have we got here?" John asked, following the EMT up the stairs of the abandoned house.
"Leftovers of someone who likes little boys a little too much." The slim brunette replied, her eyes darkening momentarily as she ducked under the yellow tape stretched across the doorway. "He's going to live. You decide whether that's good or bad."
"That's a boy?" john asked, eyeing the long, bloody braid hanging from the stretcher as it was carried carefully down the wide staircase towards the ambulance parked outside. "What happened to him?"
"I'd say he was probably raped repeatedly, and banged up pretty bad in the process. I wouldn't be surprised if he knew his attacker, considering the location and the fact that he has no head wound consistent with being knocked out. The only signs of struggle are upstairs where he was found. Whoever did this probably brought him here under friendly pretenses, got him into the room, and attacked him there."
"That's a lot of speculation for an EMT." Finn said from a rear corner, waving the two over. "I think I found the kids clothes."
"Im not just any EMT," the woman replied, handing john a pair of latex gloves. "Im aiming for detective one of these days."
"There an ID anywhere in all this black?" John grumbled, ruffling through the clothes; a white collar fell from the bundle.
"Guess its not all black." Finn picked up the collar. "Shit." he muttered. The EMT looked at him with a questioning expression. "This shit's a priest's outfit."
"Found his wallet." John announced, standing up. "We got ourselves one Duo Maxwell, age 16. His address is right here. Shall we go break the bad news?"
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John knocked loudly on the door, glancing at his partner.
"Must be a rich little kid to be living in a place like this." Finn commented to sound of running feet approaching on the other side of door. The heavy slab of oak was wrenched open, revealing a heavily breathing brunette dressed in black spandex shorts and a loose green tank top.
"Did you find Duo?" The boy asked, looking from one man to the other and back.
"Who is it, Heero?" A voice asked from somewhere further back in the house.
"It's the cops!" Heero yelled back, not once looking away from the detectives on the porch.
"Heero," The voice continued, its blond owner coming into view, "you have no manners. Gentlemen, please come in. Would you like something to drink?"
"No thanks, kid." Finn declined the offer. "We're looking for the head of the household."
"Well then, technically, I'm your man." The small blond said cheerfully, ushering them into a sitting room. "But I think you would rather talk to Rashid. Stay here for a moment and I'll go get him." He ran out of the room, leaving the detectives alone with Heero.
"Your name is Heero, right?" John asked conversationally.
"Yeah." Heero replied, plopping down on a bare wooden bench set against one wall. "Sit."
"You a friend of Duo's?" Finn asked suddenly, sitting down across from Heero.
"You could say that." Heero said, looking down at his yellow sneakers.
"Back!" It was the blond again, towing a tall, dark haired man behind him. "This is Rasid. He's kind of in charge around here."
"Mr. Rashid, I'm Detective Munch, this is my partner, Detective Tutuola. We're here about a Duo Maxwell."
Heero looked up sharply, his face concerned. "Is he alright?" He asked sharply. "What happened to him?"
"He's fine, kid, and resting comfortably in the hospital."
"Hospital?" Heero demanded, pulling a gun from nowhere and pointing it straight at John. "How the hell can he be fine if he's in the fucking hospital?"
"By fine, my partner means he's alive. You wanna see him or what?" Finn asked, pushing the gun down. "Why do you have that, by the way?"
"Of course we're going!!" Heero yelled, pushing himself immediately to his feet, (yeah, he was still sitting.) and changing the gun's target to Finn. "What the hell kind of question is that?"
"C-Calm down, Heero!" The blonde stuttered, holding up both hands and waving them in the air like fans. "Rasid, could you please go and get Trowa from the garden house and Wufei from his practice room? Tell them we've found Duo."
"Of course, Master Quatre." Rashid said, turning and heading back towards the main hall to carry out his errands.
"Master Quatre?" John repeated, arching one eyebrow.
"Yes," Quatre said, smiling ruefully. "Just before my father died, Rasid and the Maganacs appointed themselves my personal bodyguards. They take care of us and insist on calling me 'Master Quatre' no matter how many times I ask them not to."
"Interesting."
Whatever reply Quatre might have made was cut short by two boys barreling into the room. One looked Chinese; his black hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail, and his dark eyes were excited. He was dressed as a fighter, in white training pants and a blue muscle shirt, katana hanging in his hand and sweat beading on his forehead while he caught his breath, staring at the detectives. The other, a brunette with long bangs covering one emerald eye, was wearing a pair of white jeans and a green turtleneck, the sleeves rolled up past his dirty elbows and forearms. He went immediately to the blond, not sparing a glance at the detectives.
"What's going on?" The Chinese boy asked, warily eyeing the detectives and the gun still pointed at one.
"They found Duo, Wufei!" Quatre exclaimed, jumping up and down while the new brunette put an arm around his shoulders. "We're going to visit him!"
"Visit him where?" Wufei asked, his eyes narrowing slightly as he concentrated on Finn. "It seems to me that I know you from somewhere." He gripped his katana tighter. "Have I threatened you before?"
"Last time I saw you, you were threatening to kill a rapist we were after if he so much as breathed." Finn supplied, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "I never did get to thank you for getting him."
"Then it would be safe to assume that we will be visiting out friend in the hospital."
"Nice guess kid." John remarked evenly.
"And it is also safe to assume, is it not, that we will not like what has happened to him?" Wufei finished, casting a worried glance at Heero.
"Yeah." Finn sighed, just as John's phone rang.
"Hold on a sec." John said, digging his cell out and moving away from the four boys.
"You got anything that you want to bring with, get it now." Finn advised. Quatre and the silent brunette who, through process of elimination, had to be Trowa, left immediately. Wufei followed, glancing suspiciously at John as he left. Heero stayed right where he was, waiting impatiently for the others to return. John hung up his phone and rejoined his partner.
"That was Elliot." he said quietly, "the kids awake and asking for Heero here."
"So take Heero down to the hospital now and I'll follow with the other guys." Finn suggested. "Not like we could fit all four of 'em in our gay ass ride anyways."
"True." John acknowledged with a shrug. "C'mon, kid."
"I'm not a kid, old man." Heero replied, already halfway to the door and tucking his gun into the back of his spandex shorts, where it became virtually invisible. "So get a move on."
"I may be old, but I still know an insult when I hear one!" John exclaimed, starting after Heero. "Show a little respect for your elders, you impudent little brat!"
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Haha! Fear my morbidness! Cower, insignificant dust specks! Cower! Bwahahahaha- (chokes) Owie...
If you're still with me, the perp is a character from GW. Have fun guessing who. Please review and tell me what you think.