(Welcome back, hope you all enjoyed last chapter, now for all the fun stuff. andalitebandit-6, yeah, those damn drummers are only getting started. Wow, that's pretty interesting, sorry that that happened to her though…You also get another quote from story III.

"I'll see you in hell, you alien fucker!" – Kat

Enjoy. Oh, yeah, and from now on, if you all review, I'll keep putting these little quotes here at the beginning.)

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"I'll give you one more chance. Quit the drumline and we'll leave you alone. Plus, we'll let you live as a bonus." The leader got right up in Zak's face and squished Zak's cheeks painfully between his fingers. Zak spat in his face causing him to recoil.

"Fuck you…" growled Zak. He was then given another punch by another drummer. The leader wiped off the saliva and chuckled coldly.

"Well, I gave it a shot…" he shrugged. He took the clear plastic sticks and smacked them lightly against Zak's cheek a few times. "Hope you like hell." He chuckled.

"Save me a seat…" growled Zak, trying once more to escape from his restraints. He then just glared at all the drummers and shot daggers at the leader.

"Oh, I'm sure I'll be rewarded for this…it's just you and me now…" hissed the leader and as if on cue, the other members left, leaving Zak and a maniac alone in a cold basement.

"So, what shall we do first?" cooed the leader, whispering warm air into Zak's ear, sending chills down Zak's spine.

"How about you untie me so I can kick your ass…" hissed Zak.

"Oh, don't be a hater, be a lover…" the leader put emphasis on the word, as he dragged the drum sticks across Zak's naked body as he circled his captive.

'Fuck…there's no way out of this…' thought Zak as odd sensations sprung up where the sticks had traveled. "Lover, hah! You can kiss my ass, you rat bastard!"

"Alright then…" chuckled the leader (Whose name will now be…Patrick!) as he stopped at Zak's backside and brushed his lips over Zak's very exposed buttocks. Zak gasped and jerked, smacking Pat in the face. "Feisty eh?" chuckled Pat, blowing warm air onto Zak's butt and making him shiver.

"I thought you hated gays in your line…" growled Zak, "So what does that make you?"

"Heh, that was just an excuse to bring you here. I wanted to have some fun with you, before the rest of the line made away with you…" said Pat, walking back to Zak's front and getting barely a hair away from Zak's lips. "And I'm bi…" whispered Pat right before he met lips with Zak.

Zak closed his eyes shut, so tightly he thought they might weep. He was repulsed by Pat's attempt to kiss him. Luckily for Zak, his lips were pursed and when Pat tried to slip his tong in, he was denied access. Pat pulled away and smiled.

"You'll come around eventually…" he said. Zak just glared at him. Pat chuckled and circled around to Zak's back, and Zak tried to get away once again. Pat got right up against Zak and whispered in Zak's ear. "How does this make you feel?" Pat stroked Zak's sides slowly, but firmly and Zak let out another gasp. Pat rubbed one hand across Zak's chest and stomach. "Oh, you're very buff. That's very arousing…" he cooed.

Zak just grit his teeth. 'This is not happening…this is so sick…how the hel-eeeeee! Holly fuck!' Zak almost let out a yelp when he felt something go into his rear opening.

"You twisted fuck! Let me go! Ahhh!" whatever was back there got pushed in deeper. It was cold, so he concluded it was one of the drum sticks. It was still one of the weirdest and sickest experiences in his life. He had no idea what to think, he had never been in a situation like this in his existence. He cried out when Patrick started moving the stick slowly in and out.

"Do you like this? Can you feel anything?" cooed Pat. All he got in response was a shaky breath. He chuckled. "Thought so…I knew it. It's just like they said…you're bi…"

"No! No! Gyah! It's not true!" retorted Zak, his breathing slightly heavier than normal. He really hadn't thought about it before. He had only looked at girls, he'd never attempted looking at other guys, it just never occurred to him. He felt an odd sensation in the pit of his stomach as Pat continued to defile him with the drum stick.

"Now why don't I believe that?" said Pat as he continued to move the stick in and out. He went in a little further and got a soft gasp out of Zak. "Yeah, that's right…" Pat moved his free hand around to Zak's bare stomach, which was beginning to collect small beads of sweat. Pat smiled and moved his hand down lower. When Zak felt the warmth on his member, he let out a soft groan. Pat took Zak's manhood into his hand and began to work it over. Zak panted and could feel the blood rushing to that area. He pulled against the cuffs that bound and suspended his hands. He subconsciously rocked his hips in rhythm with Patrick's thrusts of the stick.

Pat chuckled, "I knew I could bring you around." He could feel Zak stiffen under his touch. He soon stopped and retracted the stick. Zak let out a slight groan of protest. Pat smiled and came back around to Zak's front. "Be patient…" He once again attempted to kiss Zak, but for whatever reason, (I guess Zak just gave in…XD) he allowed Pat to do so. He didn't even attempt to complain as Pat slid his tong inside. Pat pushed his own groin against Zak's now firm erection. Zak could feel the stiffness against his member and groaned a sigh.

'Damn, I must be one sick fuck to be enjoying this…' thought Zak, 'Maybe no one will ever know…or this will be a one time thing, never again after this. Never again…'

As Zak thought, he failed to notice Patrick going behind him and unzipping his fly. And before Zak knew it, Pat had begun to insert himself into Zak's opening. Zak cried out as Pat pushed himself even farther into Zak, right up to the hilt. The sensation to Zak was all too new and he moaned in this new pleasure. Pat began sliding in and out, content with the friction he was creating. He reached around and began giving Zak's member some long needed attention. Zak groaned with this attention and soon found a rhythm with Patrick. Since Zak was new to this, he came fairly quick, releasing over Patrick's hand with a cry.

"Heh, didn't take you long, did it?" grunted Patrick, quickening up his pace. Zak whimpered as his body seemed to droop, feeling so much heavier after he released, the only thing holding him up where his restraints and Patrick, who was still pounding into him.

Patrick came with a low groan, Zak was panting much more heavily than Patrick.

"Stupid noob…" chuckled Patrick, taking a nearby towel and cleaning himself off.

Zak just hung his head, completely exhausted. Pat got right up in Zak's face and smiled devilishly.

"Enjoy the last remaining minuets of your life, kid, you'll need it…" he chuckled and zipped up his fly. He walked towards the door and knocked twice, and it opened. "Take good care of the little flower…" he said with a hiss.

The other drummers looked at Zak in disgust. Each one of them had at least one pair of drumsticks. One scoffed.

"Fucking fag…" he said, looking at Zak and his mess.

"We'll fix him good…" said another, gripping his drumsticks tighter. Then, the all encircled Zak and started beating the living daylights out of him. When they had finished, Zak wasn't moving, and it didn't seem like he ever would again…

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Zak was found dumped in an ally in the middle of the city. Some one had called in a body had been found lying there, and it didn't appear to have any vital signs. The CSI had come to investigate the call and were now at the scene.

"How long do you think he's been here?" asked one of the CSIs.

"Hm…doesn't look like very long, lavidity hasn't set so I'd say less than hour or so…" replied another. "We'll let the mortician figure out TOD."

"It doesn't seem like rigger has set in yet either…" said one as he moved Zak's seemingly lifeless arm. "Abrasions on the wrists…look like handcuffs…"

"That might also explain why he's nude," replied the first as she took pictures of Zak's wrists. "He doesn't look more than 13…who would do something like this? He has bruises all over his body; it appears he's been rapped. Unknown blunt force trauma on his head and chest…it looks like multiple attackers…who would do this to a kid?

"That's why we're here, to figure it out. When we get back to HQ, I'll check all the missing persons reports for the area…" said the second, "Besides, you should let the mortician handle all of the logistics."

"Hey, here's something interesting…" said the third, taking a picture of Zak's lower belly. He then took out a pair of tweezers and pulled something out of Zak's skin. "It looks like a piece of wood…"

"Let me take a look…" said the second. He took the evidence and held it under a magnifying glass. "It looks like it has some kind of logo on it…looks red…"

"Bag it, tag it, and we'll check it out later. Is everyone done here?" said the woman. Everyone nodded and started packing up. "Ok, let's bag him and get him to the lab."

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The mortician was walking around the autopsy table, making sure everything was ready.

"Will the mortician please call line three, there is a call waiting for you."

The mortician left to go answer the phone.

Zak started coming into consciousness and could feel coldness on his back. He opened his eyes and tried to sit up, but he was in too much pain.

'Damn, looks like I escaped with my life once again…' he looked around a bit, and he saw all the knives and utensils lying right next to him. 'Oh, fuck, please don't tell me I'm on an autopsy table…' he heard someone coming and he closed his eyes and controlled his breathing.

The mortician came in and began the first part of the autopsy. There was a click and he started talking.

"Autopsy case 1346, October 23, 2001. Young unknown male, approximate age: between 11 and 14 years of age. Bruising on the face, arms legs and abdomen. Subject shows blunt force trauma on the abdomen, face and upper arms. Subject also shows sign of sexual assault. Abrasions on the wrists and ankles suggest subject was bound. Wrists suggest hand cuffs were used. No signs of resistance are seen except on the legs, suggesting the subject fought back with his feet. Pads of the feet show small cuts, but nothing major…" he set the recorder down on the table and picked up one of the knives. "I will now start the Y-incision starting at the right shoulder…" The mortician was about to place the knife on Zak's skin when Zak opened his eyes and grabbed the doctor's hand with the knife in it, then spoke in a raspy voice.

"I'm not…dead…"

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(End chapter 16…um…yeah…the next one should be up soon…hopefully. Hope you're not all mad at me after this chapter…)