Chapter One – The Many Reunions

His vision was blurred as he slowly awoke from his terrible slumber. The room was a dark grey with only a single, dull light bulb in the corner. The room seemed eerie and disturbing to the young man who lay, his back against the wet wall and his legs and arms sprawled out around him. He had obviously been thrown wherever the hell he was. This is like…the time before when I was with HIM. He didn't have to think to hard to remember that day. He had thought about it many times before. In fact, he couldn't stop thinking about it! It was like that man haunted his mind and soul.

And the man he was talking about wasn't the one who had put him there-but the one he had met there. That tall, handsome man…the last time he saw him he was crawling for help…At this moment he swung his hand up to his head as the questions came rushing back to him…the depression that he had gone through. 'Was he alive'? 'Did he get help'? 'Did he know that I am still alive'? And finally, 'How does he feel towards me'?

"Dammit, Adam! Now what?" Adam whispered to himself as he slowly rose to his feet, his legs shaking, mind throbbing, and vision shaking. He tripped back to the wall again causing a loud thud to sound across the room. Looking around the room, he knew exactly who had put him there. The room only had a couple dark shapes. One looked like a chair, another like a table, and another like a pile of rugs or a curled up human. Most likely another person. That sick bastard! Adam knew what was to come and knew he had to be put through another ordeal. But why him, AGAIN? He had thought that once he treasured his life he would no longer need to be taught a lesson. He had barely made out of the last one alive, if it hadn't been for the police finding him near death.

Adam groped around the wall, but found no light switch for the lighting fixture he clearly saw in the middle of the room. "Hey, mister! Mister, could you wake up and turn on the fucking lights?" He shouted across the room towards the other occupant who started moving around a little. "COULD YOU TURN ON THE FUCKING LIGHTS?" Adam finally shouted, getting frustrated with the entire situation.

The man across the room grumbled a little before wobbling up to a standing position, "Could you please be a little more considerate. I did only just remain consciousness." The man across the room reach for a light switch and flicked on the light.

Adam stared at the man who now stood across from him. Before he even turned on the light, he recognized the man by his deep voice and figure. He knew exactly who he was and all the light did was confirm it. "Lawrence?" Adam whispered. Though he didn't speak loud, his voice carried across to the other man's ears all the same.

"Adam!" Lawrence half gasped and half sighed his name as he stared at Adam. Adam was fairly average height with tousled dark brown hair and small dark brown eyes with a pale face-though it wasn't pale because of his shock. He wore a white t-shirt and a pair of jeans that were loose enough to look baggy but stay on his waist. Lawrence had only slightly messy blonde hair, or more like a dirty blonde hair. He wore a blue button-down shirt and black pants, almost as if he had just gone to a meeting. One of his legs had a fancy shoes on while the other was a simple plastic foot that had been painted black around the bottom to look like he had on a strangely shaped fancy shoe.

They stared at each other for a long moment before that hideously familiar voice came out on a loudspeaker.