A/N: -laughs- You guys thought I was just gonna leave you hangin' for another week didn't you? Well, no fear! You favorite (I wish) authoress is here to save the day with an update. And let me tell you guys, this is, in my opinion, a very good chapter. What's gonna happen? You gotta read it to find out. Again, this chapter occurs immediately after the events of the last chapter.

Angel of Death

One very short car ride later, they arrived at Scotty's apartment building. They completely bypassed the buzzer and Henri kicked the door in. They raced up the stairs to the Scottish man's flat, 2B. Again, the door was kicked in, this time by Travis, the fastest runner of the group. When they swarmed into the room, all they found was Scotty's brother watching the telly; ironically the same game Gill and Henri had been watching not twenty minutes earlier.

Sirius jumped on the shocked man, repeatedly punching him in the face and screaming "Where is he?!"

James managed to pull him off, reminding him that he would need all of his strength to beat up Scotty. Gill stalked up to the man, holding out one of the photos of Remus and growled "Where is he?"

"I don't know. Remus hasn't been here in over a month. I haven't seen him. Who tied him up? What's going on?" Peter said all in one breath, tears slipping down his swollen cheeks and jaw.

In answer to his question, Gill held out a picture of Scotty and Remus. Peter, eyes widened with shock, took the photos, studying them closely.

"That looks like Ricky's place. I can – I can give you his address, if you like," Peter said quietly, looking each of them in the eye.

"Please do," said James from the door where he was holding a white-faced Lily.

Peter grabbed a pen and quickly wrote in on a scrap of paper lying around. The group was already heading out of the door by the time he handed the paper to Gill.

XxXxXxXxXxXxX

When they reached Ricky's place, Troy held out his harm to keep them from rushing the building.

"Listen guys," he said quietly, "I know Ricky. This guy is dangerous, a convicted felon. That fucker has more guns and knives on him than you can imagine. We have to go slowly so we don't spook him or Scotty. We don't need Remus getting hurt further."

"He's right," said James. "Me 'n' Troy will go up first. If you hear any yelling, than we need you four—" he gestured Gill, Henri, Sirius, and Travis, "—to come up and help us."

"What about me?" asked Lily.

"You, Lily, need to take all of those blankets in the back and make a bed on the back seat. There's a first-aide kit in the glove compartment. Get it out and set it up—this van is going to become a make-shift ambulance," Troy said in a no-nonsense tone.

"Let's go."

Sirius watched anxiously as they walked up to the building and pushed the buzzer. In the still night, Sirius could clearly hear the intercom.

"Whaddaya want?" a voice slurred.

"I need a hit Ricky, let me come up," Troy answered.

"You got anyone with you?"

"Just James."

"Hey Ricky-boy," James said in greeting.

There was a short buzz and Troy and James entered the building. It was only a few minutes later when he could hear their voices drifting from the upstairs window. He couldn't make out much of what they were saying but when Ricky came closer to the open window he heard, "Scotty said he was going out to get a pack of ciggs. He won't be back for a while."

Someone must have asked "why" because he said, "The dumb fuck's got himself banned from every store in the neighborhood!"

Another question must have been directed to him. "Yeah, friend o' Scotty's. He was doing hella crazy shit to the guy. Had me take pictures of it. He is one sick son-of-a-bitch."

He could see James come to stand by the window. "Hey, listen mate. I've got a friend out in the car who would just love that crap."

"Yeah? Call him up. He and Scotty can play together," Ricky said with a laugh.

James stuck his head out the window, looking down at Sirius who was sitting in the passenger seat. "Oi! Black! Get your fat arse up here, there's something you gotta see!"

Sirius jumped out of the car and, knowing Ricky was watching, calmed his steps to a sort of swagger. He waited for the buzz to let him in the building. He walked down the seedy hallway before jogging up the creaky, wooden stairs. Troy was waiting for him at the door, a look of deep concern etched on his face. He strode into the seedy, smoky room, making sure to look completely unconcerned and cold. He had to remember to thank his father for teaching him his poker face when he got home. Ricky shook his hand and jerked his head toward the bedroom door. Sirius nodded and walked over and opened the door.

There, on the blood stained bed, was his beautiful angel, shivering and sobbing. He was staring down at the floor beside the bed at something blocked from Sirius' view.

"What've you got there lad?" he asked, his voice gruff from suppressed emotions. Remus jumped and his eyes swiveled up to meet his. It was clear that all Remus wanted to do was to jump into Sirius' arms. However, he resisted and looked back down at the floor beside the bed. Sirius walked over to see what had his beloved captivated.

"FUCK!" Scotty was laying there, a knife protruding from his chest. His glassy, blank eyes stared up at the ceiling, a bit of blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

The other three men rushed in at his shout. Sirius glanced at them, taking quick note of the ankle bracelet Ricky wore.

"Ricky, mate, you have to clean this shit up! What if your P. O. (1) came in right now. You can't have all theses drugs in here. And you really can't have a dead body and guy who was just raped in your bedroom!" he yelled.

"Dead body?" Ricky asked. "What are you accusing me of?"

"I ain't accusing you of nothin', mate. But I don't think Scotty left like you thought," Sirius answered.

"How did you know Scotty left? What's going on? What the fuck are you on about?"

Sirius stepped out of the way so that Ricky could see his friend's dead body. Upon seeing Scotty, he let out a cry and lunged toward Remus who was still curled up and quaking on the bed. Luckily, James and Sirius caught him before he could lay a finger on him.

"You'll be even deeper shit if you hit him, Ricky!" James yelled.

Remus, frightened, scampered off the bed before collapsing from the pain of his sudden movements.

"Ricky, we'll get rid of the kid and drugs but you need to clean up this room. Get rid of the sheets and the body and try to clean up the blood. This shit never happened," said Troy, again taking on that no-nonsense tone.

Ricky just nodded, numb and scared shitless. Sirius scooped up a sobbing Remus in his arms, wrapping the blond man up in his coat. As soon as they were out of the apartment, he let his tears of relief slip out. He rained kisses down all over Remus' face, whispering words of comfort and love.

Remus clung to him, overjoyed that his boyfriend had come to rescue him. His mind was still in a panic, partly from his rape and partly from the fact that he had killed Scotty. In what seemed like a matter of seconds, he was being pulled out of Sirius' arms. He started screaming and thrashing about. However, he calmed some when he felt Guillaume's familiar, strong arms wrap around him and soft words of comfort and assurance were whispered to him in their native French. He still held his hand out toward Sirius who scrambled into the van to grasp it. He continued to hold on to it as Gill laid Remus down on the make-shift bed for Lily to take care of him.

She was at his side in an instant, wiping off all of Scotty's blood and cleaning his various cuts and scrapes with antiseptic and rubbing alcohol. He hissed in pain at the burning sensation on his skin but took comfort in Sirius' hand in his a Lily's bright green eyes gazing down at him. Occasionally, she would drop a kiss to the nastier of bruises and scrapes. James and Troy joined them shortly after, giving Travis the cue to drive. They pealed down the street. Once they were a safe distance from Ricky's flat, Sirius called out directions to his home. Some time later, with a passed out Remus in tow, they made their way up the front steps of Sirius' family's well-appointed townhouse in Regent's Park. Sirius led them upstairs, Henri carrying Remus, and brought them to his room. The large room was dominated by the massive black and red four poster bed and the large mahogany fireplace. Henri laid his naked brother on the bed while Sirius ushered everyone in. He then went into his bathroom and, after much rooting around, retrieved his large, well-equipped first aide kit.

He and Lily soon set to cleaning the lower half of Remus; the most damaged part of him. They started first at wiping off all of the dried blood on the back of his thighs and around his entrance, being careful not to apply too much pressure. Sirius then applied a cool cream to his boyfriend's ravaged, bruised anus. Remus jerked into consciousness at the feel of something cold on his arse. He sighed at the instant relief it brought to his burning arse.

"Are you guys having some sort of orgy in here?" a snotty, slightly nasal voice asked from the door.

Everyone jumped in surprise at the voice while Sirius said, "Sod off, Regulus. I don't have time for you right now."

"What's wrong with that guy?" Regulus asked, his voice going from haughty to curious and concerned.

"Maybe later Reg. I'm trying to work here," answered Sirius, gesturing toward the first-aide kit on the bed table.

James, who had met Sirius' younger brother before, took Regulus by the arm and led him out to the hall, quietly explaining what was going on and who everyone was. They re-entered a few minutes later. Regulus came over to his brother and bent down to whisper something in his ear. Sirius nodded and gave him a shaky smile. And, before he left the room, he paused at the door. "Lucius said you guys rocked tonight. Congratulations."

Everyone murmured their thanks and offered tired smiles to the 15-year-old. Sirius waved James over.

"Yeah mate?" James said.

"At the end of the hall, there's a linen closet. Get everyone a blanket and a pillow. The bed can hold three people comfortable and the couch is a pull-out bed. You guys can sleep here," said Sirius.

"Nah, that's alright. We'll just go home," James insisted.

"Jim, it's…4:00 in the morning. Stay here. Plus, Remus will want you guys there when he wakes up. Right, Remmie?"

Remus nodded in response, already drifting back to sleep.

"Alright, we'll stay. I'll be back in a minute. Is Lily going to sleep with you two?"

Sirius looked over to Lily who was on the other side of the bed. She nodded silently, her worried eyes never leaving her best friend's body.

"Alright," said James before leaving with Travis.

Sirius went into his closet and retrieved several pairs of pajama pants and t-shirts, passing them out to everyone. They were all changed by the time James and Travis returned carrying a huge pile of pillows and blankets. Sirius slid into the bed next to his boyfriend, carefully gathering the battered boy into his arms. Lily climbed onto the other side, cuddling against Remus' back while Remus burrowed into Sirius chest. Gill and Henri came over to kiss their baby brother goodnight before turning out the light, laying down on the carpet at the end of the bed.

'Tomorrow,' thought Sirius while tenderly kissing Remus. 'Tomorrow will be better.'

A/N: Y'know, I must say I'm pretty disappointed. I leave you guys on one of the biggest cliffies EVER and I get, what, 3 reviews? That's sad and disappointing. It really is.

(1) That, just incase you're not well versed in the ways of law breakers, is a Parole Officer. Ok? Ok.

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