Psycho Chan's Note: Okay okay…I got nothin'…I know I'm putting Francis through a lot. But it's just life and discovering the important things…sorta. Important things in relationships at least…man I suck. I watch too much SVU…there was a marathon yesterday. I watched every single episode*smiles*…which might actually explain this to be honest…

Cut Five: Static

Just great. Just fuckin' great.

Both Static and HotStreak thought as they wondered the jungle of some god forsaken island. They were chained together. Exhausted, and powerless due to a sudden down pour. Static was being stubborn about going back to save Gear. And after a lot of arguing, Francis agreed. Not like they were getting off the island.

The sun was beginning to set, turning the sky grey and the air cold. As they headed for the building where the other three rested, HotStreak got angrier and angrier with every passing second. It was spring, and he was still alone. He was still helpless, and he hasn't had sex since that night. As much as Francis hated to admit it, he was like his father, he was beyond addicted to sex. He needed it as a release in his frustration. It was a legal way to rid of the pain. Sure, burning stuff and destroying public property was great and all, but it never fully vented him.

And with every second ticking the night away, HotStreak was slowly caving into that dark voice deep within his skull. Telling him that what had happened with Tony was not his fault. That he should move on. The darkest voice told him he needed to get laid. That Static was vulnerable. Powerless and chained, he'd be easy to take. That he needed to be punished for ruining his fun anyway.

Fighting these thoughts, Francis shakes his head, rushing ahead of the hero so he wasn't in sight. He was doing good too. Until the hero started bitching, pushing him. Driving him mad.

"Damn it…" is muttered behind him. "There are plenty of other meta humans and I get stuck with HotStreak…" Static mumbles to himself, unaware the other man can hear him, but is also given that idea by the fact Francis does a very good job at ignoring him. "At least with Shiv I could over power him…he'd actually want to help because Talon is in there too…almost positive Ebon would help his brother…" He continues, rubbing his arms at the cold. "God, even Ferret would fricken help me. He may be a coward but I don't think he'd desert us the first chance he got."

The hero failed to realize that upon hearing the name Ferret, the other man stopped. Static bumped into his back, a bit startled. Hearing that snapped at HotStreak's last nerve. Suddenly, those dark voices seemed right.

"What? Gonna try to tell me you're not a coward? That's what running away is." Static walks around the man, proceeding forward to help his friend. "And that's all you ever do."

"Tony would desert you…"

"Huh?"

"…Ferret…that's what he does…abandons you when you need him…"

Static is not impressed with the delay in his friend's rescue because of some issue his bully was having with another meta human. "We need to keep going."

"I'm not a coward either." There was a coldness in the red head's eyes. They showed little emotion as they stared past the hero on his nerves. "Nobody understands what I do or why I do it…and I won't have some hack job of a hero talk down at me…"

"I don't want to understand you Francis." Static overstepped his ground.

His name is what had pushed him too far. The only ones who got away with it were people he dated and his father. Francis called himself F-Stop, a name he could call his own. Eventually changing it to HotStreak, it was his name and with it came a strong person. Jay was the only one who could truly get away with calling his son Francis. That was because not only did he name him, he created him. Really created, with his methods of punishment and what his version of right and wrong was. The only one who could put HotStreak down, call him names, beat him down, abuse him with fists and words. The only one who could get him…

Anger flooded the man. Sheer anger and hatred. Especially when Static had the nerve to continue walking. Walking away from him. In an attempt to leave him behind, to get away from him. Francis would not allow it. Not again.

Standing his ground, Static is tugged by the cord, indicating that the other man still kept still. Before he could turn around, he is shoved to the ground, the force knocking the wind out of him. Strong hands keep him down as he struggled to get back to his feet. "I won't have anybody leave me behind Static." His name was spat with sheer poison. Sheer hate, something neither Static or Virgil has heard from the other man. "Not again" was growled into his ear. Static didn't like where this was heading.

"O-okay! I'm sorry!" Panic rose in his voice as he tries to calm down. He recognized that look in those green eyes. It was the same kind of color drained look from the night they arrested him with that ordeal with AquaMaria. It was pain, not pity like they thought. It was then Static realized that the man was dating AquaMaria. And he figured the man dated Ferret as well, with them ending on the same terms as the aqua girl.

"You say I'm a coward because I run…let's see you stay for this." Knowing full well what he was going to do was wrong, HotStreak was unable to restrain himself. He had replayed a scene like this in his mind over and over. Only what he replayed wasn't a fantasy, it was a memory. A memory that burns his soul, keeping his heart both hot and cold. The older man rips at the smaller boy's pants, revealing dark legs. They kicked wildly underneath him in a futile effort to rid of the man. "Not so tough now are you?" HotStreak hisses, letting the side of him he has suppressed his whole life. The half that Jay created after years of abuse, that no one knew about.

"Stop!" Static cries, trying to shock the man. But the drizzle had nullified both their powers, however, Francis didn't need his powers. He, unlike Static, had his own strength. Static's boxers were torn off his body, leaving his lower half bare in the rain. He couldn't believe this was really happening. Without much of a warning, the angry man presses his finger into his wrinkled entrance, penetrating the tight ring. Never before had that place been touched in such a manner before, and the young man didn't want it to ever happen again. "AAH! STOP!"

Francis ignores the pleas, ignores the cries. He continues to rub the inside walls of the hero, hastily pushing in another finger. Another plea is cried out, begging for this to stop. Narrowing his green eyes, Francis stretches Static roughly, letting Jay's teachings run through his blood. He was no longer in control of himself. The man listens to the cries of agony, actually getting off on it in his twisted state.

Believing the entrance was good enough, Francis removes his fingers, quickly unbuckling his belt. Static stayed face down on the ground. As long as he was chained to the man, there was no escape. He was stuck. The moment he feared quickly approaches as his hips are lifted awkwardly in air. His body shakes in fear as something hot pressed against him, then pushes into him. The virgin felt as though he were being split in to as he is ruthlessly taken against his will. Virgil knew for sure he would bruise where Francis kept an overly firm grip on his hips. He could feel unnatural heat coming from those cursed hands. Then the thick cock in deep inside him started to move slickly through his muscles.

Pain tore at Static's entire body, tears forming in his eyes. They cascade down his ebony skin, which was drying since the rain seemed to have stopped a while ago. The thrusts are hard and ragged, ripping him open, rain and the blood of a virgin was what made the thrust bearable. Then it happened.

Static's body worked against him, thrusting against his will into the body behind him. His body wanted more of HotStreak. More of his rapist. With his mind spinning and fuzzy, Virgil is brought into the pleasures of the flesh for the very first time, and his body needed more. With a shuddered scream, Static claws at the soaked dirt, crying.

This was the same way Francis was his first time. Crying, scared, however, your body betrays you.

Static comes first, screaming at the top of his lungs as his body is taken into a shuddering orgasm. His drying body finally responding as sparks emanate from his hands. Before he realizes the sparking under him, there is a sudden burst of warmth inside him, causing him to arch. The two stay perfectly still, panting. Making sense of what had just happened. Even HotStreak. He had sank down to has father's level of reasoning.

Pulling out quickly, HotStreak buckles himself up, thinking of a way to fix this. If he even could. He raped someone. Shakily, the red head grabs the hero's clothes. "H-here…" is softly spoken, just barely loud enough to hear. Swiping the clothes, the striped hero dresses quickly to cover his tainted body.

Anger rose in Static as he was finally able to control his body. Electricity builds in his right hand. "YOU BASTARD!!" With wide eyes, Static whips around, striking the other man in the lower abdomen, sending him flat on his ass. Both look each other dead in the eye, waiting for one of them to move.

Minutes pass, neither moved. Not even when blood seeped through HotStreak's raspberry red t-shirt. It was the red head who moved first, lifting up his shirt to see the damage. Both his eyes and Static's examined the blow. The shirt was already stained in the crimson color. His flesh wasn't so lucky. A hallow black abrasion in the shape of an off oval scarred the pale flesh. The middle was a bloody mess, loose meat and flesh from the attack. There was a sick mixture of rain and burning flesh in the air. Static was horrified by the fact he did that with his powers. The powers that he was suppose to protect others with. That was going to leave a nasty scar. And it needed to be treated, now.

But it wasn't that that scared him. It was that Francis didn't seem to care. He just stared at the hero, as if looking past him. "Do…you need to…" Francis hesitates. When he was raped, all he wanted was a punching bag. The man gulps audibly. "hit me some more?" The look on his face was serious. HotStreak had just offered to let Static vent out his anger on him.

With wide eyes, Static is nearly lost for words. He didn't even come close to considering it. "I don't do things your way."

"It's not my way…" Putting his shirt back into place, HotStreak looks away. "It's my father's way."

Like he said he would, HotStreak worked with Static to get his friend back. He fled of course, but was reminded that he made a weak choice. He turned back to help.

Now, he sits in one of the rooms of the hover craft, alone and away from the others. No body said anything about the blood soaked t-shirt the man wore. They worried, yes. But did nothing. In the small room, HotStreak's body shudders. He had no where to go when he got back to Dakota. Knowing he'd have to go to the hospital despite his absolute fear and hatred of them. Then he'd have to get off the streets. The only place he could think of was home. He hadn't been there in over three years. But he didn't have much of a choice. Feeling the throbbing in his abdomen, the man is reminded of what he had done to the hero. In his anger. He had never gone that far before.

Drawing out the knife from his cargo jeans, HotStreak makes his choice. Static was not a failed relationship but he regretted this the most. He had to be punished. He must never forget. Sliding the blade across his wrist, that familiar pain tingling down his arm as blood gushes out.

Static was in the other room with the others. Talking. Sort of. He was almost listening, but most of his attention was on the man in the other room. That comment about his father confusing him. And that look of surprise when HotStreak was done. Something wasn't right. Getting to his feet, the mocha skinned teen heads over to the other room. He quietly opens the door to see Francis just standing there, blood dripping from his wrist to the floor. A cherry red tinted knife in his hand. Static stared, once more wide eyed in horror. Something was really wrong, however, with the way Francis was on the island, Static was not going to talk to him. Now while he was able to use his powers and held a knife.

Stepping back and closing the door, Static returned to the others.

HotStreak learned the most important lesson in his life that day. No matter how much you try to run from your past and who you are, it will always find you. And always with a vengeance.