The Love of a Silent Star

Vision

Chapter Seven

The past

The air was bone chilling; one could see each other's breath as they breathed. No one was close though, they all went to there separate corners, arms wrapped around themselves, in desperation to keep out the cold.

Seven of the children had already died from starvation, cold and abuse. The men in charge fed them rarely, only once every two days, just enough to keep them alive, not enough to keep them comfortable. There were no blankets in the iron prison.

Most of the boys cried and sucked their thumbs; others were too scared to even blink, but one boy just stared off into space, not really giving a damn what kind of situation he was in. As far as he was concerned they would all die sometime, no point in wasting one's breath over something that they could not stop.

Over thirty boys were packed into a trailer that swayed as the truck was driven by one of the men. The boys were going to their new "homes" were they would become whores to whoever bought them.

Two men were walking around in the trailer looking each boy up and down, pulling some up by the hair, patting them down pinching there frail bodies in several places checking for strength and weakness. They gestured for four boys to stand and come to the back of the trailer.

"The brunette with brown eyes, the blonde with blue eyes, the brunette with grey eyes and the blonde with long hair and yellow eyes." They called out, after about two minutes of getting them standing in the back, the men started to talk again.

"You four are the best looking of the rest of this lot; you will have your first lesson here, just to make sure that you are ready for when you are sold to your new masters." One man stated as he un-buckled his pants. He looked through the four and grabbed the long haired blonde; he pulled him forward toward him. He gestured for the other man to continue as well. He turned the long haired blonde around and shoved him down to his knees. He jerked the boy's pants and under-wear down until they were around his ankles.

"Now boy when your master starts doing this to you, you will stay perfectly still. You won't say a word; you won't scream you won't do anything. You will turn into a fucking mute, do I make myself clear boy?" The man asked as he jerked the boy's loose hair up, so the child's head was looking straight up in a painful angle.

The child did not reply, he simply just closed his eyes and chose to ignore the man, despite him pulling on his hair painfully.

"I am not your master boy, you will respond to me!" The man yelled as the child continued to disobey him. "Very well, lesson number one." The man said as he plunged painfully into the child's ass. The child remained oblivious to what was happening, tuning himself out from the world, this of course man the man more angry and push inside him more painfully, causing the child to bleed, as the man tore through his virgin ass.

The present

Dinner was once again silent, Riza was still licking her wounds from what she had found out about the rest of her family, Roy ached for Edward, and Alphonse was hurt that his family was tearing apart, because of Edward. He remembered when his mother had used to smile brightly when ever Roy was around, now her face was dull and filled with hurt. His father kept longing for Edward, making his father love him even more.

Alphonse's P.O.V

I keep wondering if he knew what he was doing to this family, and if he did was he enjoying the pain he brought, if he marveled in the mere pleasure of hurting us. He had to know what he did too us. I looked over at him, and he was as calm as ever, he was focused on his food, not noticing the silence in the family.

I looked over at my father, and he looked like he was having a hard time eating, his breathing had changed, he was breathing more shallow now, and his eyes were lidded.

I pretended to drop my fork on the white and blue tiled floor, so I got down on my knees, only too see that Edward was using his foot as a fuck-fuck toy on my father. Again I felt the bile coming to my throat at the sight. I got back into my seat and looked at my mother. She looked about ready to cry; fore she knew what was going on. My mother was the first to get up from the table; she took her plate to the sink and rinsed it off. My father got a sort of guilty look on his face, and as for myself I got up and left the table, putting my plate in the sink, walking away.

I was outraged. I was angry at myself for not doing anything, angry at Edward for even doing those things at the table in front of my mother no less, but most of all I was angry at my father. He was supposed to be the grown-up, the man of the house, yet the only damn thing he cared about was the god-damn sex and his own desires.

As I walked down the hallway I saw Edward standing there, I walked up to him and slammed my fist into his stomach, no sound came from him as I did so.

"You fucking slut!" I yelled at him as I once again wrapped my hands around his throat beginning to squeeze. He did not fight back; he just lay on the floor letting me squeeze the life from him.

A smile suddenly formed on his face, like he wanted this. "We mean nothing to you. Your just using us as pawns in your fucking game!" I yelled at him squeezing harder, watching as his face turned another color, and his breathing suddenly became nothing.

Before I knew it I was lying sprawled away from Edward my lip split and bleeding. My father was standing by Edward cradling his head and getting him to breathe again. He was softly calling his name. Edward's eyes slowly opened and he coughed as the air flowed back in him, my father helped him sit up. I closed my eyes and rolled on to my side, knowing that now they would kiss and go to my father's room and do things for hours.

I heard a loud grunt, and I opened my eyes again only to see my father falling to the floor landing on his back, unconscious. I looked at Edward surprised at what he had done. He looked at me and smiled that false smile again. He crawled over to me and laid me on my back.

"Is that what love is?" He asked me.

I closed my eyes at this question. "I wanted to kill you, but I love you too much. You make me so mad that it hurts." I waited a few seconds, "Did you kill my father?"

"No."

"Why did you hit him? He saved your life."

"Possibly because he stopped you from finishing, possibly because he hit you. Who knows?"

"You want to die?"

"You want me dead. I see it in your eyes." He says to me as he gets up and I follow suit seconds later.

"When I see you touching someone else, other than me, yes I want you dead, but not because I don't love you. I do love you."

"Love; to want to feel ownership over someone, to possess them completely, to make sure they never get hurt, and they always feel safe, yes?"

I hesitate before saying yes.

His voice was raspy and it sounded like it was pained. The way he said the words, it sounded sexy to me. I suddenly felt a tingly sensation down in my lower parts as I looked at him. I bit my lip bringing fresh blood to drip down my chin. I grabbed him by the shoulders and shoved him against the wall, again my mouth against his. He wanted it, the pain that I inflicted upon him as I bit him and made sure it was painful and enough to bring blood. He sucked on my lower lip taking in the blood. I lowered my lips to his neck and sucked on the bruises that I had caused.

Minutes passed and I found myself in my room, touching each other like animals in heat.

Later that night, I woke to a sound. I walked though the house and came to my mom's room. I peeked in, her hands were covering her eyes and tears were sliding down her face, and I could here her sobs from where I stood. I stayed awake the rest of the night, I myself also crying. The question that he always poses to me keeps going over in my mind.

"Do you love me now?" or "Do you still love me?"

And my answer . . .

"Yes."