Brian opened the door and cautiously stepped through. He glanced back a final time at Vic, who was slowly fading into the distance. Brian sniffed and ran a hand through his hair. He felt a shiver run down his spine as he realized where he was. He found himself standing in the hospital corridor. He felt fear run through him, not understanding what was going on. He began to walk at a fast pace through a long hall that seemed to never end. He heard Michaels voice and began running towards it, fearful that he had been hurt.
"Michael!" Brian cried out, turning down another hall. His friends voice grew louder and he took a sharp right. He almost slammed into Michael's back, catching himself before he did so. Ben was there with Hunter, Debbie, Justins mother, Emmet, and Daphne. Daphne was in tears, and Emmet was holding her gently against his shoulders, crying hard as well.
"Michael, I'm sorry I'm late, I didn't know.." Michael didn't answer him as he stood against the wall with his arms crossed, in tears. Brian put a hand gently on his shoulder, he hated watching him cry. Michael didn't seem to notice him there, and he began to grow annoyed.
"Hello! Common guys, what the fuck is going on?" Brian punched Michael in the arm lightly, trying to make him pay attention to him.
"God, he was so young. Why does this kind of shit have to happen to him? I thought he was over him. I guess not." Michael said in raspy sobs. Ben pulled him close and Michael snuggled closer, feeling extremely shitty.
"There's nothing we can do now." Debbie said softly, glancing at Daphne in a sympathetic manner. Brian ran a trembling hand through his hair, wondering why they weren't responding to him.
Brian went past Michael and the group, glaring at them and muttering "What the fuck?" as he went to glance through the window in the door they were gathered around. He took a deep breath and put his face to the glass, his heart pounding with dread.
There was his Justin, laying cold on the hospital bed. Brian gave an anguished cry and flung the door open, rushing to his side. His eyes were closed his skin cold. Brian's heart raced and he fought back tears, turning from Justin's face to the door, not sure where to run to.
"No, damn it, please no!" Brian cried, running his hand through Justin's thick blond hair. "Sunshine, please. Don't do this to me, don't leave me. Damn it, please!" Brian pounded the bed with his fist, giving in to his tears. He knew that Justin was dead, and so was whatever love was left in Brian's heart. He knelt beside Justin, sobbing hard. "Michael! Michael, what the hell happened? Why is my sunny boy dead? Please, answer me damn it!" Brian was furious for not being here. Why hadn't he been, where the fuck had he been? He wiped his eyes and ran his hand through Justins hair one more time, noticing the he was still wearing the white scarf Brian had given him at his prom. Brian felt his heart break into pieces as he stared at it, running a hand through the blood stained tassel's.
"You'll never know how much I love you, Justin." Brian said softly. "Forgive me for never telling you. I'm sorry. Fucking hell, I'm so sorry." Brian couldn't stop crying as he stood, shaking hard. Brian knew he wouldn't be able to face the others without crying, so he took a deep breath. "Just suck it up, Brian. Suck it up." Brian kissed Justin for one last time, running his hand one final time through his hair. "I love you, sunshine." Brian whispered as he turned to walk out the door.
Michael was no longer standing with the rest of his friends, and no one was there at all. Vic was there again, and he took him by the arm. The lights around them faded, and they were once again in the back room of Babylon. Brian couldn't stop crying. He collapsed against the cold stone wall, drawing his knees up to his chest. He burried his head in his arms, sobbing.
"Please tell me that wasn't real." Brian whispered. "Tell me this is just some fucked up dream, Vic. Please." Brian glanced up at him, and Vic shook his head sadly.
"Its not a dream, Brian. This is very much part of your own reality. I'm just here to guide you through it. Speaking of which, its time for you to go now." Vic now had the same icy tone in his voice when Brian had first seen him.
"I don't want to go anywhere. Please, just leave me the fuck alone." Brian begged, rubbing his arms. "Just leave me the fuck alone, I want to go back home."
Home. Home was the mansion Brian had bought for the two of them, with the pool and tennis courts. Fuck, he had even made sure to get a stable with horses. It had cost him a good fortune. Not that Brian was concerned, his sunshine had been worth it. Or so he had thought. His heart had been torn into even smaller pieces when Justin left him. That first night he had been alone he spent the night drinking on the floor in front of the fireplace, crying. He had drank until 3 am when he had decided to find a trick at Babylon to satisfy the emptiness he had inside. The next few days were spent like that, until Brian finally decided to rent out his palace. He moved back to his loft, where nights were spent with one trick after another, all of them looking like Justin.
"Its time for you to go. Get off your damn ass, and come with me." Vic hauled him to his feet, shaking him a little. "Get a hold of yourself, Kenney. Its not the end of the world, you know. You'll just go on with your miserable life like you always do."
Brian smacked him hard, glaring at him. "Shut the fuck up!" Brian screamed. "Just shut the fuck up and leave me alone! Aren't you supposed to be dead! Just leave me alone!"
Vic grabbed Brian and shoved him forward, smacking him back. "Move, Brian." Vic was now pissed off, and he didn't want to do this anyway. But it had been his misison, and he would carry it out to the best of his ability. Brian was to crushed to argue, and he allowed himself to be led into yet another room in Babylon. Vic shoved him inside, turning him around to face him.
"Listen, you son of a bitch. You ever smack me again and I'll make sure you wont be able to suck another cock or have anyone suck yours again." Vic threw him against the wall, turning and slamming the door shut behind him. Brian ran and slammed his fist against the door, pounding against it.
"Vic, stop this madness!" Brian cried, pleading. "What's going on, I don't understand." Brian was feeling helpless now, trying hard to open the door and couldn't. Brian sank against the wall again, feeling more alone then ever. He stared into the darkness, wishing Justin were there with him. He was afraid now as well, and he hated that feeling. An emptiness threatened to consume him, and he felt like he was 6 again.
"Get up, Brian." A voice echoed throughout the room, angry. "Get up off your ass and come over here."
Brian swallowed hard, wiping the tears from his eyes. "Who the fuck are you?" He asked in a voice that trembled.
"Get off your ass, and come over here. Do as your told, I don't have the patience for you." The voice commanded again, still in an annoyed tone.
Brian gasped as he felt himself being pulled to where the voice was, without seeing anyone in front of him. Brian scrambled to his feet as the force drove him even more forward into the room. His heart raced as he flew forward, landing hard in a chair. He waited, his heart racing, as yet another figure approached him, making a shiver run down his spine.