Omph... Are you guys ready for this?
Possible trigger warning.
Claustrophobia, kidnapping, mental torment
We didn't write anything graphic, but the character is reacting to some heavy stuff.
Let me know if you need another chapter to make up for being so off lately.
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Lots of Love,
-Dark-
He groans as he shifts, trying to move away from whatever was pressing into his back.
Why was his head throbbing?
And what was the horrible smell?
It was everywhere.
In his nose.
In his mouth.
And when he opens his eyes, it burns there too.
It was like a mixture of burnt hair. Urine. Bleach.
And something else, something almost familiar.
Where was he?
What was the smell?
Why was he so cold?
And why didn't he want to open his eyes again?
It wasn't like he was safer in the dark.
Safer with the unknown.
It just felt that way.
But, he needed to know.
Needed to know where he was.
Needed to know what happened.
Hiro and Lilo had taken him back to his room.
They lingered, letting him show them all the modifications he'd been making to his laptop. The gaming console. The printer.
Lilo tried to help him unpack.
His heart thuds uncomfortably in his chest.
A warning.
Don't look.
Don't think.
But he had to.
They were hanging out with him, but he knew they had work they had to get back to, so he hugged them both, and they'd left.
And then Dude wanted to go out.
Stop stop.
Stop stop.
His heart beats out the warning.
He took Dude out.
His lower lip starts to tremble, but he couldn't tell if it was from fear or the cold.
Both?
Dogs. There had been dogs.
Or at least it sounded like a lot of dogs.
It was enough to worry Dude.
It was enough to make him panic.
Run.
He remembered running.
Running blindly.
Running into something.
And then everything went dark.
Everything was still dark.
He takes a deep breath before he struggles to sit up, fighting to not gag on the putrid smell.
When he moves to cover his mouth and nose with his shirt, he freezes.
Where was his shirt?
His hands slap his thighs in the dark, and he lets out a sigh of relief when he feels the material of his pants.
Thank science. He wasn't naked.
But where was his shirt?
Where was he?
He swallows hard as he rolls to his knees, reaching out blindly to feel for walls.
His heart thuds heavily in his chest when his hands wrap around thin bars.
Bars that formed small squares.
A cage?
He tries to jump to his feet, only to fall back to the floor with tears in his eyes.
He rubs his head.
He had to look.
He was in some kind of cage.
He had to know.
He takes a deep breath, gagging on the air before he opens his eyes.
He was in a dog crate.
A small one.
In a small room.
A small room filled with other cages.
Crates of all different sizes.
He twists in his crate at a familiar whimper, searching until he spots Dude's familiar honey brown fur.
"Dude?"
Dude whimpers but wasn't able to turn in the cage he'd been stuffed in.
"Hey, hey boy, it's-"
Seriously?
Was he about to lie to Dude?
His heartbeat thunders rapidly in his ears.
Where was he?
No windows.
Barely any light.
But some light.
Flickering light.
Fire maybe?
A candle?
He carefully raises as high as he can, still heavily stooping, as he tries to get a better look around.
Bottles.
Dark brown bottles.
Why did those look familiar?
Chemistry class?
He shakes his head.
There was something there.
Something he didn't want to know.
He takes a slow breath.
"You're doing great, Carlos. You're not even freaking out. That's good."
That's good.
It still felt weird to talk to himself out loud, but David was right. It did help to compliment himself.
He could have been freaking out. He could be crying.
But instead, he was trying to find his next move.
Figure out something.
Anything.
And then build on it.
Science worked for inventing and discovering new things. So why couldn't science help him figure out what was going on?
He takes another slow, deep breath before he looks around again.
Dude was in a small dog crate on a table on the other side of the room.
There wasn't a lot of light, but there was enough to see.
Outline and shapes, but good enough.
He yelps at a popping sound before his eyes widen at the way the room lights up.
There were patterns all over the walls, spread out over the tables.
Coat patterns.
Jacket patterns.
Hat patterns.
Mittens.
Things-
Things his mother collected.
Things he kept nice for her.
The bottles.
The bottles were oils and creams.
Special dust.
The smell-
His heart slams into his chest as his eyes drop to his feet.
Away front the room.
The red and brown covered tools.
The stains on the tables and floors.
No-
Oh no.
He'd made the mistake once-
Once and only once.
He'd borrowed a book about how fur coats were made.
He'd wanted to impress his mother.
But-
But he couldn't read past the first few pages.
Skinning.
Tanning.
The cruelty.
He couldn't take it.
But that's what this all looked like.
Why though?
What was-
He jumps at a weird noise before he realizes it's his own breathing.
His panicked breathing.
No!
No! No! No!
"Stay calm. Breathe. You can do this."
Dude needed him.
He needed him.
He looks around the room at the next pop, realizing that the light had to be coming from a fireplace he just couldn't fully see.
Dude.
A shiver tingles up and down his back.
His cage was on a pattern.
A pattern for-
No!
Fuck.
Fuck. Fuck-
He takes a deep breath.
Earmuffs.
His stomach churns.
No!
He pushes against the crate.
Pulls.
Runs his hands along as much as he could reach.
He had to get out.
What would Hiro do in this situation?
He frowns.
Not get into it in the first place.
Have backup plans on top of backup plans.
Have gadgets.
Have Baymax.
His hand slaps down on his wrist, but he lets out a cry when he finds it bare.
Where was his watch?
He pats his cheeks roughly.
Not the point.
It didn't matter that his chest was tightening on him.
That his breaths sounded like squeaks and wheezes.
Dude needed him.
He had to get out of this.
No one was here, or they would have come at any of the hundreds of noises he'd made already.
He was alone.
Or was he?
He shivers at the feeling of being watched.
"T?" He whispers in the room, hoping beyond hope that this time he could be right.
He screams when the fire pops again, this time illuminating a door in the room.
The only door he could see between the tables, crates, cages and scattered debris'.
The only door.
A door with a coat hanging beside it.
His heart stops beating.
His blood freezes.
A black and white coat.
The long kind.
The kind that nearly draped to the ground when his mother wore it.
His mother's coat.
He'd taken care of it long enough.
Brushed it.
Cleaned it.
Groomed it.
He still woke up from nightmares where he was tending to her furs.
And that was one of them.
How?
How?
Why?
"NO!" He screams as he throws himself against the door of the crate.
"Yes!"
He freezes.
Real or not real?
Her voice or in his head?
"You've been the worst little boy in the recorded history of sons, you know."
He shakes his head before his legs give out from under him.
"The worst. You ran away from me. Left me alone with all the work to do. All my beautiful furs. My baby-"
The squeak makes him drag his fingers down his face.
He'd never heard the squeak in his head before.
The stupid stuffed dog she kept on her shoulder.
He shakes his head as he looks around, his eyes darting to every shadow in the room.
Where was she?
What did she want?
She laughs.
"Oh, sweet, sweet Carlos. How I can't bear to be without you."
He fists his fingers in his hair.
No.
No.
No.
This couldn't be happening.
He wasn't her son anymore.
He belonged to a new family now.
An ohana.
A beautiful crazy ohana.
Hiro.
Lilo.
His parents.
He loved them like he never knew he could.
Had he told them that?
"So, after I turn this little mutt here into a pair of earmuffs, I think I'll make you into a jacket. A trendy half waist jacket. There's still so little of you, you wouldn't be good for much more."
Worthless.
Unwanted.
Unloveable.
"NO!" He screams as he throws himself at the door again.
Again and again.
Every time he falls, he pulls himself back up.
He punches.
He pulls.
He twists.
Anything.
Her laughter echoes in his ears.
Worthless.
Helpless.
Weak.
"I'm not your son!" He screams.
Over and over.
He screams as his throat cracks.
Screams through the pain of his hands.
His fingers.
Screams through the cold.
Screams over the laughter.
"I'M NOT YOUR SON!"
Of course you are.
"I'm not your son. I belong with Hiro!"
Hiro huh?
"I have a mom and dad that love me!"
"I'M NOT YOUR SON!"
He screams when the crate tumbles.
Screams when he feels hands on him.
"NO! STOP! I'M NOT YOUR SON! LEAVE ME ALONE!"
Please!
Tears run down his face.
From his nose.
His throat was raw.
His head was pounding.
"Please!" He begs, unable to keep fighting.
Her voice.
Her hold.
"Please."
Son of a fucking-
"Lilo!" He races to the cockpit. "Turn this bitch around!"
"Wh-" Lilo shakes her head, "On it." She nods as he's flung into the wall.
Fucking damn it.
Chibi-Chan.
They'd just dropped him off.
They'd seen him barely an hour ago.
Fuck!
How the fuck had this happened?
And so swiftly?
Who the fuck dared to fuck with his son?
He growls as he races back to his lab and starts punching the keys.
Had they taken his watch?
Fuck, he was going to chip him.
Him and Dude.
Fuck ethics.
He was so fucking done.
He curses as he punches in numbers.
So help anyone who did anything to his fucking son.
It was fucking hard enough when he had run.
But now?
Who the fuck was stupid enough to kidnap their fucking son?
Someone was going to pay for this.
And pay dearly.
His oi-kin had nearly drowned to death.
His mei had been fucking poisoned by a god damn apple.
He freezes.
No.
No.
No.
. .No.
His mouth suddenly goes dry.
His knuckles whiten as he clenches his fists.
He'd lost his brother to a villain.
He wasn't- Couldn't lose his Chibi-chan to one too.
He fucking refused.
He slams the fear down.
Slams the worry.
The dread.
He couldn't focus on what-ifs.
They didn't have time for him flipping his shit.
Didn't have time for him to freak the fuck out.
They couldn't afford him to have a stupid break-down.
Not now.
Not when-
No.
They wanted to use fucking magic?
That was fucking fine.
They seriously didn't know who they were fucking with.
She didn't know who she was fucking with.
If that bitch so much as touched their Chibi-chan.
If there was so much as one curl out of place.
One tear in his eye.
Bitch was going to pay.
"Hiro," Baymax squeaks his way over, "Your stress levels-"
"Are skyrocketing, I fucking know." He growls, "I need you to help me go through the footage at the school for the last two hours. Objective, find Carlos Hamada."
"Yes, Hiro."
He nods in approval before he swivels his chair around and starts hacking into every accessible camera.
Something had to have caught something.
Had too.
Needed too.
He refused to believe that they had magicked their son away.
His prodigy.
He'd find the bitch.
And he'd deal with her.
And then he'd hunt down his oi-kun's prick of a father and his mei's cunt of a mother, and then they'd all pay dearly.
He'd walked away from a villain once.
But Calhoun-
Calhoun, as much as a selfish piece of shit he was, at least had a real reason.
These scum-
These fuck faced assholes?
There was no redemption there.
Not in his eyes.
And like fuck did he trust Auradon's judicial system.
Yay. ← Sarcastic and very lackluster.
We found Carlos.
Fuck. We found Carlos.
But someone else found him first.
So…
Who else is scared shitless?
Who else is freaking the fuck out?
Who else is feeling Hiro?
From sheer terror to pure rage.
This was one clusterfuck of a chapter.
My hearts slamming and my blood's boiling, and Dark and I wrote it.
Shit's going down. And it ain't gonna be pretty.
Hiro's going dark-side right quick.
Anyone else worried?
Think Hiro will get there before the flaying starts?
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And then he'd hunt down his oi-kun's prick of a father and his mei's cunt of a mother, and then they'd all pay dearly.
-Hiro
Much love and shit,
-Twisted