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!WARNING! THIS IS A NEARLY M RATED CHAPTER, IT WILL BE FRIGHTENING, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

Disclaimer: Don't own it, but if I did there would be more HIVE-centred episodes.

This chapter's dedicated to…StargazerSarah (read and review her poems people!)

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He gazed upon the underground layer. He wasn't here for Billy, he would rather die a thousand deaths than see him again. He was here for his friends, because now he knew what the cocky Southern boy could do. He feared for Seemore, because if Billy could get a teleporter, then he could also overpower his ocular friend. He feared for Mammoth because even though Mammoth was strong, even he couldn't stop a hundred clones. And he feared for Gizmo most of all, because whether the boy was a genius or not, the fact remained that he was still very young, not even a teenager yet.

He took a deep breath and fazed through the wall. He emerged into the HIVE 5's recreation room. Immediately, seven eyes turned to face the empathic child. One pair looked fairly indifferent, Mammoth wasn't unduly worried, and why should he be when his companion had only gone for less than a day. Another pair gave him a quick glance, but then Gizmo returned to whatever he was inventing. The single eye looked at him, Seemore smiling slightly at his best friend. But the last pair of eyes gazed hungrily at him, as if to say 'Back so soon?' The owner of these eyes rose, telling the others that he was just going to have a little 'chat' with Kyd Wykkyd. The next thing the youth knew, he was being shoved roughly down a corridor and into Billy's room. The door locked behind him.

Maybe Kyd Wykkyd hadn't known that his spirit was broken up to then, but he certainly knew so afterwards. He found he lacked the energy to fight him, lacked the energy to stem his constant flows of tears, and even lacked the energy to move as the boy undressed him.

Numerous grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed his back to the wall.

"You're so dirty," Billy said hoarsely. "You absolutely stink," he grinned. "Ya' know Kyd, you smell to me like a filthy little whore." He shoved his face into the other's fearful one "I reckon I would love to find out how good you are, you're such a pretty little thing." His fingers and hands were everywhere again, his civilian clothes clinging to him. Billy unzipped his old faded jeans he loved so much. He rifled his hand through Wykkyd's hair again, which had become exposed when his mask was removed. He then started to push Kyd's head down until he was forced to his knees. There was nowhere else to look now, so he closed his crimson eyes. Then Numerous made Kyd put his mouth on him and guided his head into motion. 'I don't know what I'm doing,' the frightened boy thought desperately 'if I do this wrong he'll kill me. If I bite down hard I could really hurt him, but no, I'm trembling too hard to do that.' The broken boy then gave up and let him move his head the way he wanted to. When Numerous came into his mouth he almost gulped it down but it regurgitated back onto the carpet. "I guess I was wrong," the Southern boy told him as he zipped up his jeans "you aren't that good-yet, but then, you'll soon have plenty of practice."

The pale boy, shuffled across to his room, his wide eyes constantly on the floor. Since he wasn't watching where he was going, it was inevitable that he would knock into something, or in this case, someone.

"You OK Wyk?" The dark skinned boy inquired. "You look like death warmed over, left to cool, then microwaved." Kyd Wykkyd tilted his head upwards so he could see his friend and raised a slim eyebrow. "You know, how I looked when Jinx left." He said, sighing mournfully at the thought of his beloved. Kyd Wykkyd rolled his eyes.

"What, like a cross between a jellyfish and a contact lens?" Seemore frowned and stuck his tongue out. "I'm going to my room, see you later." He walked off allowing his feet to scrape the ground.

"Yeah, later…" The worried boy whispered to Wykkyd's back

He crept quickly along the echoing halls, hoping that his friend hadn't noticed anything out of the ordinary with him, he couldn't tell him, not like this. He snaked his arm round his door, reaching for a towel and a spare outfit, then headed towards the shower. He needed to be clean; free from the filth of everything that had happened in the last 24 hours, and given his current state of mind he didn't trust himself to not drown himself in a bath.

He removed his clothes, about to throw them into his dimension, until he remembered that they weren't his, plus the fact that he wasn't ready to destroy his old cape, the only proof of his existence. Turning the water onto full blast, he grabbed a brush and began to vigorously scrub himself, paying no mind to the water, which was quickly changing from arctic chill to blisteringly hot. He didn't care about the fact that he was becoming scalded, or blood was dripping down his torso from the abrasions. The boy felt his head become inexplicably clearer as the pain set in. He jumped back from the cascading water, crashing into the wall, and looked down in shock and fear at the blood. The young child who had seen too much, let himself slide down the glass barrier, curled up into a corner and sobbed until the tears would no longer come forth.

Raven lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling, her feeling of dread coming to her in waves, at each heartbeat she felt a sharp pain in her chest. One question rolled around in her head, 'Why did he leave?' When he hadn't been there at the end of the meeting she had thought he had just gone to clear his head, but now… 'It's been too long, what if he's in trouble, or lost, or gone back to,' she suddenly sat bolt upright. She couldn't bring herself to replay her thought, yet somehow knew that he had gone there. Her hand drifted to her cloak, which inside a pocket lay two communicators. Her hand closed around one, and she flicked it open.

"Raven to Kid Flash, come in Kid Flash."