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Brian woke as a harsh punch was delivered to his stomach. His arms were pulled over his head, and he was hanging about a foot off the ground. He gasped as with a second punch, all the air was driven out of his lungs. His vision hadn't focused yet, and his head was pounding from whatever Verone had put in those tranque's.

After a few minutes, and a few more punches, his vision had cleared, and his torso hurt like hell. Verone was standing a few feet away from him, and a big brown haired man was the one punching him. "Awake?" Verone asked, and then not waiting for an answer, he said; "You think you can lie to me, hit on my girlfriend, and then put me in prison, and get away with it?" He asked, his voice booming through room they were in.

"Seemed like a good idea at the time. I didn't like you, you hated me, Monica was hott, and hey it kept me and Rome outta prison. So yeah I do think so." Brian said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Verone made a gesture, and a man came over to him. Brian gasped when he saw who it was.

"No," He said, shaking his head, "I killed you." He said, his voice rasping as unexpected memories and emotions assaulted him.

"Nope, I'm still here O'Conner, and you are gonna pay for what you did to me, and Mr. Verone." His rapist said. "They never suspected me, a prison guard, who would have thought, and then after I got out of the hospital, they sent me to prison, and I ended up sharing a cell with non other than Carter here. Imagine my surprise when I found out that we both knew you. When he suggested that we get out of there, and get some payback on you, well I was all for it." His old guard smirked, and then rammed his fist into Brian's stomach. With a look to Verone who nodded in understanding, he said; "I think that we should get reacquainted with each other in private." Brian was only clothed in a pain of jeans, and at his last comment, the guard had reached up, and started to feel Brian's stomach, his hands running over every curve, and the man licked his lips.

Brian kicked out his feet, and caught the man in the stomach. As he doubled over, Brian locked his legs around his neck, and brought him into a standing position, strangling him. The man struggled, and when there was no other option, he punched Brian in the balls. Brian gasped, and his legs loosened; letting the man pull them from his neck.

Brian drew his legs together, and even though he was hanging above the ground, he brought his legs up to his chest. A needle was inserted into his neck, and he felt his whole body numb, his legs falling down again, and his head lolling forward.

Verone ordered the men to take Brian to the suite where the guard was staying, and tie him to the bed. They did as they were told grabbing a limp Brian and pulling him out of the room.

"What are we gonna do?" Dom roared!

"Calm down, he's my brother too," Kell said, trying to calm the big man, but failing miserably, because he was Brian's brother. He could still see the tears from Emmy's face as she rode out of the woods, yesterday.

Flashback:

Emmys rode from the woods at break neck speed, toward the house. Tears were streaming down her face, and as soon as she was close enough, she screamed; "UNCLE KELL, UNCLE ROME!" At the top of her lungs. The screams tore through the walls that separated them. Kell and Rome had come running out of the house, and looked at a grief stricken Emmy. Rome looked up at her.

"What's wrong, baby girl, where's your daddy." Rome asked her.

"Daddy said... to... tell, Uncle... Rome... that Verone... is back." Emmy said between heaves of her chest, as sobs tore out her at a renewed pace. Rome's face had gone from one of concern, to one of abstract horror. Verone? Oh god, Brian! Rome immediately ran in the house.

As he saw Dom sitting at the table, he said; "Dom, c'mon, we gotta go, Brian's in trouble." Guessing his next question, he said only one word, but it was enough to get Dom up, and to the gun cabinet. "Verone." His voice was low and cold. They grabbed ammunition, and a rifle each; then with Kell's instruction they took 4-wheelers, following the trail that Brian had left on his way out. It was about five minutes later when they arrived. They looked to where the men were talking, and listened intently.

"What are you doing on my brother's land? Thought you were in Prison." Brian said, and Verone laughed.

"Funny, I thought you were too." Verone laughed flatly.

"Got friends in high plasses, I guess." Brian slurred. He tried to take a step toward Verone, but his legs gave out, and he started to fall. Two of Verone's men caught him in mid-fall, and held him.

"I do too, and I now get to have some fun." Verone said, and with one punch from him, Brian's eyes rolled back, and his head fell forward. "Take him to the car, tie him up, and strap him to the seat." The men started to do as they were told, and when they finished tying him up, they started walking toward the car.

"Let him go." Dom growled. Verone turned, and came face to face with Dom. He laughed, and the men holding Brian kept going. He cocked his rifle, and said; "I said let him go." Dom's voice was menacing, and when Verone turned to look at him again, he saw Rome.

"Oh, and the party just keeps getting better. By the way, I didn't drop the soap. Did make a few new friends though." He laughed, and motioned to the men who were standing around him. With another motion, the men advanced on Rome, and Dom. They pulled out guns, and Rome cocked his rifle.

Verone got in his car, Brian tied in the back seat, and yelled out the window; "Just gonna have a little fun. Guys, get back to the cars, let them go, for now." He then took off, and then men went back to the cars. Rome and Dom were hit with tranque's, and left there. Kell had found them there half an hour later, but there was no trace of Brian, or Verone and his men.

End Flashback.

"Dammit, we have to find him, and I am gonna kill that DB!" (A/N: DB means dushe bag. My sisters uses DB because of her kids, so I used it in here, cuz... well it's funny.) Rome yelled, and pounded his fist on the table.

"We will." Was the simple reply from Dom and Kell.

Brian sat in the corner of the cement cell that he had been thrown in after the guard had finished with him. His knees were drawn up to his chest, his arms wrapped around them, and he was rocking back and forth, trying to figure out if he had brought what had just been done to him on himself. The same phrase kept escaping his dry and cracked lips, "My fault." He had been doing the same thing for hours, and the video camera that had been placed in his room had caught every second of it.

Verone sat there, in front of the TV that showed Brian in the cell, rocking back and forth. As he sat there and watched, Verone saw something that he never thought he would. Brian looked around the cell, and when he spotted some rocked that had fallen away, he grabbed them. He looked for a sharp one, and when he found it, he held it to his wrist, and dragged it across the flesh, tearing it open, and letting it bleed. It wasn't a fatal cut, not deep enough or in the right place, but it disturbed Verone, to think that Brian would do that to himself. As he watched, Brian took the rock, and made a deeper cut below the other one, and watched as it bled. He had slit his wrist. Verone thought, looking at the screen. He had cut the vein deep, and blood was pouring from it fast.

Verone got up, and called the doctor that stayed in the room on the floor below him. He then gathered some guards and the doctor, and went to Brian's cell. The guards approached Brian carefully, and surrounded him. Brian looked at them warily, and then back to his wrist, all the time, still rocking, back and forth, back and forth. They jumped him, and tore the rock out of his hands. Brian started screaming and ranting, for them to; "Just let me DIE!"

As the guards held him down, the doctor took out a needle filled with clear liquid, and sedated him. As Brian went limp, the doctor sutured, and then put gauze over the slit in Brian's wrist. "He lost too much blood, he has to be restrained, and you need to give him a blood transfusion." He said. Verone nodded.

"Take him to the back room, the one with the hospital bed, and the restraints, and strap him down." He said to the guards, who immediately did as they were told. Brian was strapped down, and then the doctor got a bag of type, o, blood; and hooked up and IV into the back of Brian's hand.

He tried to kill himself? Verone thought as he walked out the door, and looked at Brian through the window. The man was gaunt, and withdrawn, and Dammit! He wanted to die.

A/N: So what do you think? I am gonna let you all vote...

Brian lives

Brian dies

He kills himself

Verone kills him.

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