He wasn't himself anymore...he wasn't Hiro, he didn't have an older brother, or a loving aunt, he lost his own self somewhere in those two years. Each day that passed he lost hope little by little thinking his brother didn't care to save him, or maybe they just claimed he would be dead after these 2 years and gave up, moving on with there life's.

But no, he wasn't physically dead; at least not yet. In those two years he was forced to work until he was covered cuts that touched the bone, till he tripped over the chains on his feet enough to immobilize him with no feeling of his ankles; but that wasn't just what his two abductors made him do, there was plenty more.

If someone was to write down each way he was tortured and worked the reader would either cry, or maybe even vomit; But through each day, he kept a little, tiny piece of hope in the back of his heart that maybe, just maybe, one day out of the blue he would hear other humans, police sirens, or god please his brother...nothing. God was gone...

His cold hard body sprawled on the floor that matched his surroundings;grey and cold. The room he was kept in half the day, when he wasn't working, was the tiny basement that he was thrown in two years ago, and everyday after that. The eyes on the boy stared up to the ceiling, his eyebrows bent together as he focused on the tiny mirror that was locked on the cement above him not too long ago. Jack had figured out Hiro liked to lie in a certain spot on the ground, so he secretly took his mirror from his own room, and attached it to the top just so he could see himself after all the year's.

How did jack know he was curious on his change? It was unknown how but it certainly brought suspicion to the boy if the older man could read his soon to be dead mind.

Ignoring the thoughts and theories he focused his train of thought on the figure that lie above him in the mirror; the figure he has wanted to see through curiosity.

He was hoping he wouldn't look much different, oh but he could barely recognize his own body. The shaggy, raven silk hair he once had was now a dirty knotted mess; it hadn't grown much but to the point he had to put it up with a string away from sweat. Even through the clothing it was visible to any eyes he was skinnier than a branch with his skin was covered in every negative liquid he could think of. Blood mixed with sweat, spit, mud, rain water and dried tears on his cheeks and neck. Bruises and cuts were the next layer on his skin infected and shades of brown and purple made it clear they were painful...but, he payed no mind for he would be punished for what Darin called 'weakness' or 'cant even handle a few scars'.

Two years and a few scars added up to be dozens, then nearing a hundred as it reached September.

He slowly brought his left arm to his right arm's wrist watching his reflection as he went over each scar he himself created for each time he thought of his brother, is he thought of hope. There were 30 small gashed upon his arm. Darin had told him if he thought of his past life he would have to leave a mark on himself telling him this was reality, and he musnt look back or he would drive himself insane, or in trouble.

Forcing himself to stop picking at his scars, he instead slowly rose his back up from the ground to meet the view of the stiff dusty stairs that lead to the locked matching door. Footsteps creaked above his head as a slow steady person moved across the floor over him. Each step from the person was like a deer in a field; examining each flower as it passed. he knew it was Jack from just the steps, he was always slow and quiet when he moved around the house, especially when Darin was coming home or near him.

Darin!

"Crap!" He shouted out his words as he scrambled to his feet; the chains on his ankles clanged together as he started to rush towards and up the dozen steps. Standing at the top step he busted through the door as fast as he could with chains on, but to only cause him to trip over his own feet and bust into another body before both colliding into the wood floor. After a year he was trusted enough to walk around the house freely, but with someone watching him, now he was about to be punished from running in the house into either hopefully Jack, or Darin.

Grunting, he slowly rolled on his stomach allowing him to push his body up and sit on his knee's. He turned his head slow enough to give time to allow the other person to rise to his own feet as he sat on his knee's.

"Hiro..." Jack sighed, when he heard his voice he was hoping that it was coming from the man that stood in front of him, but it did not. He shot his head to the right to see Jack now leaning against the wall as he scanned though his what looked to be a smart phone.

that meant...

Looking up, he met the cold green eyes of a man he begged not to see, but not only did he get to see him; he felt the cold hard fist meet with his cheek pushing him back to the ground. Before he could even try to take a deep breath Darin gripped a hold of the young boys pony tail snapping his head back while tugging his body from the floor like a rag doll a kid would throw around.

Over again, he repeated the process of pulling the boys head up by his hair, and slamming it back into the ground until he stopped whimpering or yelping in pain. He believed he was only to stop until he could take his punishment and except the pain he deserved, even when you could here the faint sound of Hiro apologizing when he could.

When the younger boy fell completely silent, the green eyed man let go of the boys hair allowing Hiro's body to drop on the floor with a grunt and a thud before grabbing his dropped unopened can of beer, and snapping at the other male as he walked towards the kitchen.

"Jack! get him up and ngh...ready i have stuff i want that shit to do..with...with his smarts" Obviously he already had much to drink before the one he dropped on the floor, but ignoring his bumping into the corner towards the kitchen or the slamming of drawers, Jack put his phone away and now looked down at the small boy trying to moved to his knee's but too dizzy to even try to get to his feet, he failed and had to grab onto the nearest object, which was a side table.

Chuckling he threw the boys arm over his shoulder, holding his body up as he walked towards the small dirty bathroom he was to use to clean the boy up.

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