(Yes, I am back, and I have a few new chapters for you…I will explain after I answer reviews. SaiyanQueenVega, Yes, I am a big red vs. blue fan. andalitebandit-6, yes, LAN parties are fun, but like you, I'm the n00b one out. I always get blown up and shit. Dib might have thought Zak was gay because of how he said 'don't get all homophobic on me.' So yeah…
Ok, here's the deal, if no one likes explicit content having to do with a sexual manner, leave now. If people are against rape and whatnot, leave now. Warning! Serious angst stretching over two chapters! Beware, from here on out, there will be really smutty chapters, starting with the chapter following this one. And now, I give you a look into the second sequel to SDSS.
'I tell you to leave, you come back. You're thrown out of the class, yet you show up to the rehearsals. You have betrayed me trust as well as the rest of the lines. I don't want to see your face around here again, and if I do, you might not live to regret it…' – Zak.
Now on with the story…)
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"What? No…not really anyway…Just don't act like I am is all, I was just kidding…" said Zak.
"Oh…" said Dib, thinking 'Damn…'
"Yeah…that's kind of why we moved…" said Zak softly, his eyes glazing over, remembering the pain he went through.
"What happened?" asked Dib.
"I don't want to talk about it…" Zak replied quickly.
'Wow,' thought Dib, 'That must have been something really bad…he never clams up like this…' Dib didn't want to push the subject. He started packing up his games and equipment. "I should probably go…I have a few things I need to do today…"
"Wait…" said Zak, right before Dib was about to say 'see ya later'. Dib stopped and turned to face Zak. Zak was sitting on the floor, looking at the floor. "I…I feel like you're the only one I can really trust in that entire hell hole you call a skool…Even the other line members…I don't think they would understand...because…because, even though they're completely different people, I see me other line in them…they wouldn't understand." Zak's voice was soft, yet firm, but at the same time, it shook and swayed.
"Zak, seriously, if you don't want to talk about it, I won't pry." said Dib, trying more to convince himself that he didn't want to know.
Zak nodded, "I know, I'm telling you. You're not asking…" he took a deep breath and let it out before continuing. "At my other skool, I was also in the drumline. I knew kids just like the line members here, and like them, I joked around with my friends…hell, we were all insane…but it was because of a common joke that it happened. As you well know, drummers have a tendency to be perverted and have way too much sexual innuendo to shake a stick at…"
(Flash back – Wanes world type flash back. XD)
Several kids were laughing, one was Zak and the others were all guys…
"Leggo of my stick, man!" laughed one of the boys.
"He really likes your stick!" chimed in another.
The one boy who had a hold of the drumstick started to stroke it. "What a long stick!"
The other boy who had a hold of the other end of the stick faked grunts and moans, before laughing more. Everyone was laughing hysterically and they seemed like they were having a good time. Then they all left. It was dark outside and Zak was walking with another boy that had an odd similarity to Dib, without the scythe cowlick and glasses, that is.
They were walking when they ran into some of the older drummers, a few were some that had graduated the year before.
"Well, well, well, wha'd ya know, it's the faggot from the class." said one.
"What the hell are you talking about?" snapped Zak, "You know we're both as strait as you."
"You can deny it all you want, Zak, but we know the truth, we don't tolerate you're kind in our line…" hissed another.
"What the fuck…Please, you know that those are just jokes and shit. I saw you doing the same thing with us!" said Zak, pointing to one of the other drummers. Everyone faced him and he held up his hands in defense.
"He's lying, stupid eightball, he always lies…" said the kid.
"Oh, you fucker!" shouted Zak, lunging at the older kid, he was quickly restrained. "You bastards, let me go!" he faced his original prey, "Stop acting like a pussy and fight me like a man, fucker…" spat Zak, and he was rewarded with a punch to his right cheek. Zak growled at his attacker, and glared with a look that could kill.
"Sorry, Zak…" said the boy Zak was originally walking with, he held his head down in shame.
Zak went 'deer caught in the headlights'. He then took a look of pure hatred, "You thought this up? D, when I find you…"
"No, I didn't think this up, Zak…" said D, "I just gave you up, everyone in the band and drumline knows you're gay, hell, everyone in the skool does. Consider this a favor." The boy snickered, "Oh, and, you won't be seeing me, rather, I, we, won't be seeing you ever again after tonight…" D gave one last snicker before he walked away.
Zak struggled to get away from his captors, so he could go kill D, but they had other plans.
"What's the rush Zak? The parties only started!" chuckled one of the upperclassman.
"Let go of me! You sick fuckers!" shouted Zak, trying his best to get away.
"Oh, calm down!" said one of the other graduated drummers, punching Zak so that he was knocked out.
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Zak groaned as he came into consciousness. His face throbbed where he was punched and his hands hurt to. He looked up to see his hands handcuffed and suspended above him. He yanked on them a couple of times, but they didn't budge. He was on his knees and his arms were cramping painfully. 'Fuck…' Zak then noticed he was mostly naked…the only thing he had on were his boxers. The room or cellar/basement he was down in was cold enough for him to see his breath.
"Rise and shine, lover boy…" called one of the drummers sickeningly sweet. They all laughed and chuckled darkly.
"What are you doing to do…" growled Zak.
"Something you'll just love…" chuckled one of the groups, "You'll just be so excited for it…"
"After hearing this, Zak began to shake, more from fear than that of the cold. HE saw a pair of drumsticks, but they weren't just any pair. He knew those drum sticks, he had a pair just like them. They weren't made of wood, but a smooth plastic. They had florescent lights at the butt of the sticks that lit up every time they were struck. Zak always loved those kinds of sticks, until now.
The drummers chuckled crudely as they all huddled around Zak. One got behind him and ripped what little clothing he still had on. Zak hissed at the sudden coldness.
"You'll pay, you'll all fucking pay…" growled Zak.
"Oh, I highly doubt that…" said one of the drummers, closing in on Zak, but was sadly mistaken. He was met with a very violent kick, which sent him sprawling onto the floor. Several more of the drummers soon kissed the floor as well. Zak, who knew a thing or two about fighting, was using the cuffs as an advantage, hoisting himself up and using his feet as deadly weapons.
"COME ON YOU FUCKERS!" shouted Zak, getting pumped from the fight, "I'll fuck you all up!"
"Restrain him!" shouted one of the other drummers. All the drummers attacked Zak at once, which incapacitated him. Zak shouted and hollered, but try as he might, he couldn't move. They bound his feet and weighted then down so he couldn't pull that stunt anymore.
The drummers were panting and the leader of the group looked about ready to kill Zak.
"Little shit!" coughed the leader, whipping blood from his mouth. "You're mine, bitch…"
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(And so end this chapter. The next chapter will have all the graphic stuff in it, so, if you wish to continue reading, then just wait for the next post, it can only go downhill from here…)