Chapter 5
WARNING: ATTEMPTED RAPE ONCE AGAIN, VULGAR AND DISTURBING LANGUAGE TOO!
It was Friday morning and Halloween. Will knew that the day that lead into the weekend and the world's most annoying holiday combined into one was never the best combination to face; especially if you were young.
All day throughout the day, Will had walked past many vampires, ghouls, goblins, werewolves, Anime characters, game characters, and Slasher Villain characters around campus. A few Freddy Kruegers ran around campus, waving their home-made sharp gloved claws at people, while a few Pinheads and Jason Voorhees students took photos and modeled with other dressed-up students.
In Will's one o'clock to three o'clock Criminology class, the professor could barely contain the rising tension and excitement in the classroom. A few girls dressed up like the Devil, wearing long bright red thigh-high boots with devil horns and blood red nail polish and lipstick pranced around flirting with everyone in the room practically, while a student dressed as Ghost-Face from "Scream" would sneak behind rows of desks and seats and pop up from behind them and scared the shit out of various students who tried to take notes and do their work.
Eventually, the professor, named Dr. Pembry, had had enough of the silly acts, and let out the class a good half hour early. Will texted Miriam immediately so they could meet up and have a quick late lunch before getting ready at Will's house with Max before they could go pick up Brian and Jimmy for the party tonight.
I'm at the parking lot already. Shouldn't be too difficult to spot me. I'm not wearing a costume. Probably the only one on campus. -Will
He sighed as he slung his bag and cover over his shoulders and leaned against a wall watching students throw candy at each other as they laughed and screamed, chasing each other around their cars and just causing an over-all riot.
Will's phone soon buzzed back.
I see you. You're going as a high school student this year? Lol-Miriam
Will frowned slightly. He wasn't one to ever use slang terms in texts and chats such as "lol" or "lmao", and he wasn't expecting Miriam to do the same thing.
I don't see you. What's this creeper thing you got going on?-Will
He texted back quickly before a strong wind settled down and literally bit at his fingertips. Will shivered and shoved his phone in his coat pocket. How much longer was Miriam going to take?
Will knew she was bringing her costume to school today to work on it in between classes. She wouldn't tell him what she was going to go as, and he only asked twice. He knew it was a lost cause trying to convince her to let him in on the secret, and he was about ready to implode from all the anticipation.
Taaaadddaaaa! He looked up with confused eyes when the text was sent. Will's vision suddenly went entirely black. He screamed as his head slammed back against the brick wall of the University, trying to catch his glasses as they slid off his nose from the sudden, heavy impact upon the hard brick wall.
When he had readjusted his glasses, Will looked up and his jaw dropped open. Before him stood a Catwoman! Well, it was technically Miriam Lass dressed up as Catwoman from the new Arkham City Batman game.
Miriam had lovely, sexy thigh high black laced boots, with black tight spandex wrapped tightly around her body, with a cute cat mask and yellow-green goggles pushed down to cover her eyes. She even had the whip to go along with the entire costume, and it loosely wrapped itself around her waistline.
"Meeeeooooorrrwwww!" She purred out seductively, and raised her left hand, which had false-but-home-made-cat claws, and she playfully swiped at Will's chest.
"What the-?"
"Amazing, isn't it?" She lifted the goggles from her eyes to reveal heavy black make-up around her eyes.
"Miriam, you look fantastic!" Will cried, admiring the entire costume bit-by-bit.
"I know! I worked on it all last night and I wanted to surprise you!" She pranced around on her tip toes happily.
Will nodded in approval. "You certainly have!"
Miriam stopped prancing about. "What time is it? I think we should head over and start getting ready!" The excitement was far too evident in her voice and it made Will smile.
Will was about to check his phone for the time, when a hand slammed down on his shoulder. Will didn't cry out, but he leapt away from the hand quickly, hands turning back to protect himself.
"Woah! Easy there tiger!" Will and Miriam both let out a sigh of disappointment as they faced a costume-less Mason Verger.
Mason stood with his shoulders slightly hunched, his usual bed-hair messily about his forehead, glasses slightly fogged due to the damp, colder weather. He was wearing his Nazi-like thick heavy coat, with black leather gloves covering his hands. He looked Will up and down, and then Miriam.
"H-h-hi...Mason." Miriam said slowly, trying to look anywhere but in Mason's direction.
"Cat got your tongue?" Mason said, as he turned to the silent, gaping Will.
"Oh ha-damn-hardy-ha." Will said, after finally finding the strength of his vocal cords and commanded them to open up.
"Life of the party, I know." Mason showed his white teeth and snickered.
Miriam shifted behind Will uncomfortably, and then poked him in the back with a finger.
"Oh, uh, we better get going, Mason. I promised Miriam lunch and then we're heading to a Halloween party."
Will wanted to slam his head into a brick wall as soon as he said that. He hadn't meant to give away where they were going to Mason; it honestly had just slipped out. He was truly regretting it when Mason winked slowly at Will.
"Sounds like a plan and a half! Hey, why don't you both come with me? I'll buy you lunch. My treat!" He pushed his glasses up with his thumb awkwardly.
Will shook his head. "N-n-no thanks, Mason." He tried backing away, but bumped into Miriam, who yelped in reply to his heavy weight being placed on her boot.
"Methinks the lady doth protest too much!" Mason barked out in his annoying, cringe-worthy laugh. He pulled out his car keys from his jacket, and pressed them. A loud "CLICK! CLICK!" echoed throughout the now empty parking lot, as Mason's silver 2014 Toyota Prius unlocked its doors for them.
Mason bowed and gestured towards the car. "I escort thee, fair guests, to my horse and cart." He laughed again, snorting disgustingly as he wiped saliva from his lips.
Will looked back at Miriam, who gave him a look that said: "We don't have any other choice."
They both hung their heads low, as they walked towards the car. Will was about to open the back doors of the car, when Mason raced ahead and blocked him.
"Ah-ah-ah, Will, you should know that ladies go first..." He smiled at Miriam while he waved his finger mockingly at Will, and opened the door for her. She quickly complied, sliding into the backseats, her cat ears the only things barely visible behind the darkly tinted glass.
Mason walked to the passenger car door and opened it, waving his hand in a chivalrous manner. "Will." He muttered as he waited for Will to slide in the seat.
Will gave Mason the best dirty look he could muster up, and sat down, throwing his schoolbag almost violently at the bottom of the car in front of his feet.
Mason gracefully and gently closed the door behind Will. But before he made his way over to the driver's side, he bent down and waved at Will from the other side of the window almost in a taunting manner.
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Hannibal's rented apartment door opened up, and a very exhausted Hannibal stepped in, taking off his shoes slowly. He closed the door behind him and made his way over to his answering machine, and pressed the button.
"You have three new messages!" The voice almost merrily sang out.
Hannibal walked into his small kitchen and poured himself a glass of water. He felt absolutely parched, even though he had had two proper meals during his work day earlier today. It simply had been yet another busy day at the hospital; Hannibal had been running around all day practically, running errands for others and trying to keep as alert as possible. He feared it would only get worse as the days grew darker and colder. It would be flu season soon, which meant he'd have to definitely work over-time.
"Good evening, Hannibal, it's Dr. Paun calling. I just wanted to let you know I have organized your new schedule for next week already, and I have left it with the receptionist at the front desk. Pick it up whenever you like, take care and enjoy your weekend."
The machine beeped loudly once the message was heard. Hannibal finished his glass of water, and then began to rinse it carefully and delicately. He felt a little uneasy, as he had been expecting a message from Will. He knew what he had done to the boy was absolutely horrendous and cruel, but he wanted to explain himself properly to Will. Hannibal was always in favour of discussion, and he wanted to tell Will what had transpired between himself and Mason Verger without it sounding nearly as odd and atrocious as possible. Hannibal was very well aware that Will was more sensitive and delicate than he wanted to let on, and he knew he would have to frame the topic very carefully. He had taken his time to think it through, and nearly had a well-planned explanation before his cell phone had died. Hannibal tried to fix the battery of the device, and mentally cursed himself for not giving Will his home phone number instead just in case. But it was too late anyway and he wanted Will to also have enough time to himself and his studies before things got too complicated.
"Hello, Hannibal Lecter. Are you tired of those pesky, annoying Internet ads that seem to pop up no matter how many times you click out of them and try to cancel them? We, here at Google-" Hannibal growled and slammed his finger on the "NEXT" button. He had no patience or energy to hear about spammers and zombie bots calling him for more money as they promised false services.
The machine beeped for the last message.
"Hannibal, darling, why won't you answer my calls? I'm getting so chilly and lonely without you at nights...you keep rejecting me, and this cat-and-mouse game cannot go on forever. There's a party tonight, an All Hallow's Eve party at the Milton farm located just West of the University Campus, should be roughly a thirty-five minute drive from your apartment, so why don't we just relax, kick back, have some laughs, and chat over some drinks? I hear Will Graham will be attending the party too...see you there, do not disappoint me. Raaawwwrrrr." Mason's bizarre message and its implications went unheard as soon as Hannibal heard that Will would be attending the party. Knowing that Mason never lied about these manner of topics, Hannibal threw on his coat, and gathered his car key hurriedly as he headed over to his front door.
He had his hand on the doorknob, when he closed his eyes and frowned tightly. Something really didn't smell right...he inhaled deeply. He smelled someone else...he bent down quickly on the balls of his feet, and sniffed at the door, the carpet, and finally rested down on to the carpet. He felt around, eyes still closed.
He suddenly pictured someone bent down onto the floor on the other side of the door. Their scent flowed out of their body, and smothered itself all around his door and mixed into the air that got sucked into his apartment by the vents. Mason Verger! What had Mason been doing on the floor in front of his door?
Hannibal knew this was all the more reason to head to the party. He stood up abruptly, and threw open the door, locking it hurriedly behind him as he headed for the elevator, fire practically burning in his eyes.
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Dining with Mason Verger had been a quick, but nonetheless an awkward moment. Mason had bought Will and Miriam some expensive, but delicious chicken curry from what he claimed was his favourite Indian restaurant not too far away from Will's shared house. They all munched on their meals awkwardly in the car as Mason sipped some orange juice.
"Those spices always burn me to the very bone, but well worth it!" He laughed happily as he drove slowly down the streets.
Will looked in his rear-view mirror and saw that Miriam had her phone out and was texting. He wanted to know who she was texting so badly that she wouldn't participate in the conversation or keep her eyes out for him as Mason leaned in his seat a little close to Will.
"Yes...thanks, Mason." Will offered as he tried to move closer to the window and away from Mason's piercing gaze. Mason was still able to drive perfectly, his hands on the wheel despite his body posture leaning towards Will.
Mason looked deeply at Will, his eyes following his every move with purpose.
"Eyes on the road, Mason!" Will hissed as he turned and looked out his side of the window fearfully. Why did Mason have to be such a creep?
"Sorry Will, but I was going to inquire where your little friends live so we can pick them up for the party!"
Will was about to protest, but Miriam called from the back of the car: "They live roughly fifteen minutes from here! They're both waiting for Will and Max at Brian Zeller's house!"
Will turned and glared at her. "Miriam!"
"Thanks darling." Mason winked at her again and drove on forward. "Address, Will?"
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It was nearly five o'clock by the time Mason had picked up Brian Zeller and Jimmy Price. Miriam had raced inside Brian's house to collect both boys, while Mason and Will waited in the car together. Mason hadn't said a word to Will, to Will's shock and amazement. He only watched him out of the corner of his eyes like a hawk ready to attack a defenseless field mouse.
The drive back to Will's house had been even more silent. Brian had tried to crack a few jokes, but no one in the car laughed with true joy and happiness. Miriam broke out into a weary half-smile, while Jimmy tried to silence his friend, throwing him odd looks as they sat in the back seat with Miriam.
Once they had pulled in the driveway of the house, they found a very worried-looking Max sitting on the front door steps. Max was wearing a pirate shirt with the trade-mark skull and crossbones on the front, with a black eye patch covering his left eye. He wore tattered jeans and black All Star shoes. He stood up when the car parked and Brian immediately popped out from the back seat.
"Hey! Where were you?! I thought I was supposed to get you?" He held out a hand before Brian, but quickly placed his hand back down to his side once he saw Will, Miriam, Jimmy, and Mason exit the car.
Brian gave him an apologetic glance. He was about to speak, when Mason proudly marched over with his arm outstretched, still covered with his black leather glove. "Mason Verger at your service!"
"Errr, Max Flannigan." Max shook Mason's gloved had quickly, and drew himself closer to Brian.
Jimmy and Miriam exchanged nervous glances as Will mouthed "Sorry" to Max.
"So umm, how are we gonna do this?" Jimmy piped up.
Max stuffed his hands in his pockets and stared blankly at Mason, clearly objecting to the boy's presence. "Well I don't mind taking a few people in my car. Don't want to give Mason trouble."
"Oh it's no-"
"I'm going with Max!" Brian interrupted Mason's reply as he quickly ran behind Max and hid himself from view.
Max nodded. "Works for me." Max stood proudly and tall before Mason, the posture alone threatening enough. It was as if Max was saying that he wanted Mason to stay as far away from both himself and Brian as much as possible.
Mason seemed to have taken the hint, for he turned to the rest of the students around him. "Everyone else, hop on board!" He rubbed his hands together cheerfully.
"Let's just have a moment to gather ourselves, Mason." Will glared as he took off his coat and schoolbag.
"Yeah man, the party starts at six. It's only five-forty now. We can be a little late, it's all good." Jimmy said as he followed Will into the house.
Miriam's high heel boots clicked behind them as well as she took off her cat mask and sighed. He hair was done up in a tight, neat bun this time. She wore bright red lipstick that Will had somehow failed to notice. "I need a drink." She headed for the kitchen quickly, shaking her head back and forth.
Will wanted to apologize to her and to everyone else, but he felt there was no need; the damage was already being done. Mason refused to leave, and while Will was grateful for the food and the rides, he just didn't wish to associate with Mason Verger any further. Everything Mason did seemed very forced, and not at all genuine and out of the kindness of his heart. He also seemed to give off the vibes that if anyone disobeyed him or disagreed with him, they would suffer immensely and immediately be pegged as an enemy. Will didn't need any more enemies or drama, so he decided to co-operate for the time being. He just hoped Mason would soon grow bored of this game and leave them all alone after the party.
"Where's the beer?" Will asked Max as the older dark haired boy sat next to Brian at the kitchen table.
Max sighed. "Already packed in the trunk of my car, relax." He ran a hand through his hair today, as it was not held up in spikes, and not gelled like it normally was. Will thought Max looked younger and even more gentle without that gel shit in his hair. He looked more calm and more approachable just as he was.
"Awww, not willing to share?" Mason rudely interrupted as he took off his coat and threw it down onto a chair and sat down next to the boys, kicking his booted feet up onto the kitchen table.
"Hey! We eat here!" Max growled as he shoved Mason's feet off the tabletop.
Mason snickered. "Should have said so earlier."
Max was about to stand up, when Brian held out a calm hand in front of him before he dove forward for Mason. Brian looked up pleadingly at Max, while Mason on the other hand, threw him a look that said: "Do it, I dare you."
Max sat back down in his seat next to Brian and sighed wearily. Mason's eyes seemed to shine fiendishly as he continued to snicker. "Atta boy." He whispered.
Miriam's heels clicked back towards the table. "I want to get out of here. It's five to six." She said as she looked intently at Will rather than Mason. She held her cat whip limply in her hand and put her cat mask back on with the goggles covering her eyes, on purpose for sure.
"Yeah it's getting dark and I don't want to drive all the time in the dark." Max muttered as he stood up with Brian next to him as if attached to him by an invisible string.
"Shame. I was hoping for a tour around your lovely home." Mason stated sarcastically.
Max glared. "Oh you want a tour, rich boy? Well fine." He gestured with his arms dramatically. "This is where we eat, the next room is where we chill and pay video games or watch TV, and upstairs is where we sleep in our rooms, separately," his voice grew louder and louder with each passing breath, "...the basement is where I work out and sometimes jack off whenever I am lonely and frustrated!"
"Max!" Will warned, as he stood in front of the older, stronger boy.
Brian and Miriam both blushed heavily at Max's words, while Jimmy simply held his face in his hands as he stood behind the kitchen counter silently.
Max was on a roll, however, and didn't seem to want to stop his rant any time soon. "Would you like to see the bathrooms too? I have tons of porno mags in there too. Anything to pass the time!"
Mason raised an inquisitive eyebrow as he looked back and forth at Brian and Max. "Gay porn?"
Max was livid at this point. He lunged forward at Mason, hands outstretched dangerously.
"Max, don't!" Brian and Will both cried out in unison, Will stepping in front of Max to block the sudden attack, while Brian grabbed onto the back of Max's shirt and pulled him back.
"You son of a bitch!" Max hissed out through his clenched teeth, but calmed himself down immediately.
"It's not worth it." Will warned as he stood like a brick wall between Max and Mason.
Miriam suddenly spoke up as she headed for the front door. "I'm leaving, now. If anyone wants to join me and head to the party, you're welcome to do so. But I'm not staying here and getting in trouble because of a fight breaking out." She opened the front door of the house and headed down the front door steps.
"I'm leaving too." Jimmy announced as he followed her quickly, with his head held down.
Brian tugged on Max's shirt. "Let's go." He whispered into the other boy's ear.
Mason grinned. "I'd listen to your boyfriend." He giggled in Max's direction.
Max was about to open his mouth and retort back, when Will held up a hand.
"He's doing this to get a rise of out of you, Max! Stop playing into his hand!"
Mason gasped at Will and looked at him in mock innocence. "Now why would I do such a thing, Will? I'm just playing nicely."
Max glared but spoke anyway. "Whether he's trying to get a rise out of me or not is besides the point."
Mason stood from his seat at the table finally, and smiled at Max. "Then what is the point? Enlighten me..." He straightened his shirt and pants, appearing to be bored.
Max smiled back slowly. He turned to Brian and looked at him for a long time in silence. Then, without warning, Max grabbed the back of Brian's head, and pulled him close and captured his lips in a deep, passionate kiss.
Brian gasped and pushed against Max's chest for a minute, before he closed his eyes and kissed the bigger boy back.
Will opened his mouth in shock, while Mason simply glared behind his glasses.
Max ran his hands down Brian's body, continuing the kiss in spite of the two other boys. It was as if all of Brian and Max's pent-up frustrations were being let out at this moment, and neither boy seemed to want to stop the passionate embrace.
"Are you guys coming ye-oh..." Jimmy had walked back into the house and into the kitchen, and he suddenly blushed at the romantic display Will and Mason were observing.
Max squeezed Brian's ass briefly before letting the other boy go and smirking back at the trio in the kitchen.
"Do you guys need a few more minutes?" Jimmy said as he rolled his eyes. "I'm happy for you, but can we continue this later?" He added as he folded his arms over his chest.
Both Max and Brian ignored Jimmy, Brian staring up at Max with stars and hearts practically in his eyes, and Max grinning at Mason like he had won their challenge. He walked over to Mason, and stood proudly, his chest puffed out as he used his height to his advantage.
"That, was the point." With that said, he grabbed Brian's hand and dragged him out of the kitchen and out of the house without even glancing once at Mason or Will.
Jimmy shrugged at Mason and Will, and walked back out of the house without a word.
Mason continued to stare out the door into the night, when Will suddenly threw his jacket over at him. "Drive."
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Hannibal stood in line angrily at the gas station, cursing inwardly as his car had run out of gas halfway through his trip towards the farm. He knew he was going to be late for the party, and he was praying he wouldn't miss Will tonight. It was now or never.
Ahead of him, an obese man held a small cart in his hands as he slowly pulled out his items one-by-one and placed them on the desk before the cashier. He was barely through one third of his cart, which was filled to the brim with chips, soda, crackers, frozen pizza, ice-cream, pop tarts, and numerous other high-calorie foods.
Hannibal looked down at his watch and hissed. It was already ten past six. At this rate, he wouldn't be out of the store until six thirty, as a few other people were in line head of him behind the obese man.
Hannibal rolled his eyes and stood out of line and raced up to the cashier.
"Hey!" The obese man cried in protest, trying to move his items out of Hannibal's way, as if the other boy was going to steal them or consume them.
Hannibal looked at him with a stern expression, and the man was silent right away. "I beg your pardon, sir, but this is an emergency."
He looked at the confused cashier. "Pump number four, here's fifty dollars, don't even bother with the change." He threw two twenties and one ten dollar bill in front of the cashier and left the gas station without another word, dodging the confused and half angry glances from the other customers in line.
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Max and Brian helped carry the heavy case of beer inside the barn as soon as they had found a parking spot in the large car lot close to the farm.
Mason parked close to Max's car, and followed Will, Miriam, and Jimmy into the barn. Once inside, the gang looked up to see tons of skeletons, ghosts, and other well decorated monsters hoisted high up on the ceiling and in the rafters of the barn. Shiny, glittery green, black, orange, and purple ribbons weaved their way around the barn. The lights had been dimmed, but shades of orange and red caused by light toners shone around the barn, outlining the dancing bodies of students littered all around the barn.
At the front of the barn in between large haystacks piled nearly to the roof of the barn, was a long rectangular table. On the table were hoards of snacks, alcoholic beverages, and to the far right side a DJ who was dressed like the Creature from the Black Lagoon costume. He ran his webbed hands over the stereo system and head banged to the beat of the Metallica song "Ain't My Bitch".
All around the barn were little Halloween games and activities going around, such as bob for apples, pin the knife on the blonde cheerleader, darts, Twister, and balloon animal making. Will watched his group of friends (save Mason Verger) scatter around the barn.
Jimmy walked over to the large barrel of water on the left side of the barn away from the dancing crowd as he watched a few young girls dressed as Sailor Moon characters bob for apples happily as they giggled and jumped around with the music beat.
Brian and Max headed over to the bar located near the front of the barn and sat down on stools as they gathered drinks and chatted among themselves, while Miriam soon found a Joker and Harley Quinn costumed couple to dance and chat with in the center of the barn on the dance floor.
It was just Will and Mason left. Will looked up at the top of the haystacks, where a few male students without costumes sat, aiming the bright white lights to the center of the dance floor as the large crowd danced upon. The light beams lit their way as they danced about happy, having the time of their lives.
Will wanted to join in and do the same, but he couldn't while Mason was breathing down his neck, practically.
"Care for a dance?" Mason asked Will in a sultry tone of voice. Will shook his head.
"Not in a million years, Mason. Go do something else and quit following me!" He hissed behind him as he walked over to a medium sized haystack and admired a few large Jack' O Lanterns that sat at the bottom of the haystack.
"Oooh, I like your orders, Will. Very forward." Mason flirted lightly, but kept following Will.
Will growled under his breath, but didn't say anything as he sat down next to a murderous looking Jack' O Lantern.
Mason sat down next to him, folding his gloved hands in his lap as he crossed his legs. "Wish I dressed up."
"You don't need to dress up, Mason, you perfectly fit the profile of a homicidal nut-case as it is."
"Woah, look at Romeo One and Romeo Two go!" Mason laughed as he pointed towards the bar. Will peered on and gasped inaudibly as he watched Max and Brian hold hands and stare intently into each other's eyes before they made out passionately.
"Well, at least someone is amused." Will glanced back at Mason.
Mason shrugged. "I'm happy for 'em. As long as they invite me to the wedding!" He threw his head back and laughed.
Suddenly the music on the large speakers changed.
Waiting in a car
Waiting for a ride in the dark
The night city grows
Look and see her eyes, they glow
Waiting in a car
Waiting for a ride in the dark...
M83's "Midnight City" blasted throughout the barn while the male students sitting on top of the haystacks at the front of the large barn changed the light shades to purple and green lights and shone them down onto the dance floor.
"Nurrrrrrgghh." Will looked up to see a group of students dressed wonderfully as zombies form a little line on the dance floor with their arms held out in front of them stiffly as they danced in perfect unison and rhythm. The rest of the crowd cheered on, raising their hands in the air and waving them around.
Drinking in the lounge,
Following the neon signs...
"I bet you're wishing you took me up on that offer to dance!" Mason leaned over and whispered in Will's ear as the music turned up a bit due to the loud cheering and chanting from the dancing crowd.
"Don't do that, Mason!" Will moved away and rubbed his ear where Mason had whispered into it. A single touch from Mason was absolutely abhorred.
Waiting for a roar,
Looking at the mutating skyline!
The city is my church,
It wraps me in the sparkling twilight!
Will wanted very much so to listen to the music and just enjoy himself Mason-free. But he knew that was not an option for the night.
"Why? Afraid you might enjoy it?" Mason giggled, pouting like a child, but moved back to his original spot away from Will.
"You flatter yourself." Will answered as he looked around the dancing crowd. Miriam had removed the goggles from her eyes and was still happily dancing with the Joker and Harley Quinn couple. Will wanted to join them, but Miriam appeared to be having a very good time, and he didn't want to risk dragging Mason over to her along with him and spoil her mood.
Waiting in a car,
Waiting for the right time
Waiting in a car,
Waiting for the right time
Mason's eyes darkened ever so slightly as it appeared a plan of a most devious nature was forming in his mind.
"So tell me, Will. Are you still a virgin?" Mason's voice suddenly rose above the music that Will was desperately trying to get lost in.
Will whipped his head in Mason's direction. "Excuse me?!" He couldn't have heard what he thought he just heard.
Mason sighed, running out of patience. He trained his cold blue eyes on Will's dark brown ones. "Have you had your cherry popped? Your innocence stripped away from you? Have you been penetrated to the point where you bled?"
He leaned in close to Will, his teeth bared. "Just how many hard cocks have you had stuffed up in that tight, greedy little hole of yours, while you begged for more?"
"I've had enough of this!" Will stood up and backed away, but bumped into a girl dressed as a French Maid. She yelped and the tray of snacks she was carrying toppled down onto Will.
"Shit!" He cried, but quickly bent down to help gather her items.
"It's ok." She said softly and finished stacking her items back on the tray and walked off embarrassingly.
Mason hadn't stood from the floor, and only watched Will with an eyebrow cocked in question.
"I gotta take a piss." Will announced, more to himself than to Mason.
Mason didn't say a word, but seemed to peer straight into Will with those unreadable blue eyes.
Will carefully grazed past the dancing zombies, past a few couples who sat behind some boards and haystacks, lazily making out and chatting, trying to look for the washrooms.
He finally found the washrooms located near the front of the barn where they had entered. The washrooms had little neon green signs that read: BOYS, GIRLS with little rotten zombie hands pointing towards the washroom doors.
Will walked into the washroom quickly, and headed for a sink. He opened the cold tap water handle and gathered the water into his cupped hands as he then splashed it onto his face and rubbed furiously. He had lied to Mason in hopes of getting some room and space to himself to breathe. He didn't need to actually use the washroom to relieve himself in the common sense; he needed to relieve himself mentally.
Will shut off the water and looked at himself in the mirror hoisted up above the little sink. In the reflection of the bathroom behind him, he saw the navy blue painted bathroom stalls open, showing that no one else was currently in the bathroom with him.
Will sighed and leaned back down slightly to open the hot tap water once again and wash his hands. He had been sweating so profusely when he was sitting next to Mason as he had never before. He gathered some soap while he soaked a hand and washed carefully, trying to scrub every bit of Mason off his hands.
Will wanted to head home and bathe in the hottest temperature of water in the world so he could burn off every bit of Mason from his body. He felt so dirty and ashamed of himself for even allowing Mason to buy him lunch, let alone drive him to the party.
Will scrubbed and scrubbed for minutes on end until his hands turned pink. When he had had enough, he turned off the water and shook his hands free of the rest of the water drops. Outside the washroom the booming sound of the songs on the speakers blasted on. Will could barely hear anything or anyone else outside the bathroom.
He heard the faint dripping of leaking water from another adjacent sink nearby, and closed his eyes as he felt a headache coming on. He rubbed his forehead and temples slowly and gently for a while, trying to ignore the dripping of the water.
Tap, tap, tap...
Will wanted so desperately to go home and curl up in his bed under his sheets. Why had he come to the party to begin with?
Tap, tap, tap...
Maybe he could go and ask Max to drop him off at home? Will knew the idea sounded silly even in the back of his mind, but he wanted to leave the party and Mason. He was not in the mood for any more games and festivities.
Tap, tap, tap...
Will opened his eyes and felt furious at the damn dripping water. He stood straight and turned around to shut the tap completely off, when he was face-to-face with Mason, who had been standing directly behind him.
"Hola." Mason whispered and leapt forward with his entire body into Will.
"Nooo!" Will cried, as his back and shoulders slammed against the sink violently, while Mason held onto his neck roughly with one gloved hand.
"Shhhhhhh, I won't hurt you." Mason cooed gently, his thumb rubbing up and down the soft, warm skin of Will's neck almost in a mock loving manner.
"Let me go!" Will cried, ignoring Mason's coos and vocal noises to get him to calm down.
Will pushed against Mason, trying to writhe free, but that only earned him a rough squeeze on his neck from Mason's grip.
Will coughed and sputtered as he felt that damn gloved hand tightening its grip on his neck.
"It'll be so much easier if you try to enjoy it, Will, trust me." Mason calmly spoke as he dropped to his knees and nosed Will's crotch.
"Rape!" Will cried, but as soon as he did, a few of Mason's fingers forced their way past Will's lips and into his mouth roughly, nearly gagging him in the process.
"Shhhh...just close your eyes and relax, Will." Mason instructed as he rubbed his face into Will's crotch, his own eyes closed in enjoyment and passion.
"Oh dear God, I'm done for! I'm dead! He's going to rape me and kill me!" Will began to panic, his breathing becoming labored due to Mason's gloved fingers choking him.
Will felt Mason's teeth at the zipper of his jeans suddenly. He looked down in fear and panic, and saw Mason grip the zipper in between his white teeth, and tug the zipper down slowly with a sly grin on his evil face.
Will began to cry out, and he tried to kick Mason away, but as soon as he had moved his head in fright, Mason's fingers inched their way further down his throat, making him cough and wheeze violently.
"MMMNN!" He cried out, tears falling down out of the corners of his eyes.
Mason stood suddenly, and nuzzled into Will's neck. "Do try and behave, Will. I promise I won't bite...hard." Mason looked at Will's wet, tear-stained cheeks, and leaned forward.
Will closed his eyes when he felt a hot, wet tongue running down from the corner of his eyes down to his chin, scooping up the wet, salty tears in the process.
"Mmmm." Mason smacked his lips and grinned at Will, then bit his lip seductively.
"Your tears taste so good, Will. So pure, so innocent...just like a child...I don't know if anyone ever complimented you on that." Mason added before he dropped down to his knees again, and continued tugging down the zipper of the jeans.
"Just rape and kill me and get it all over with, you sick piece of shit!" Will tried to stop sobbing, as the act itself seemed to be turning Mason on even more.
After a few moments of not moving, Will felt his eyes drying up, so he closed them and tried to pretend that he was anywhere except the dirty, darkly lit bathroom in the barn. He wished he was back at home with his dog family and Bedelia, laughing happily and hugging Bedelia as tightly as possible. He wished he hadn't taken so many people and things in his life for granted when he heard Mason moan as he slid a hand inside Will's pants.
Will remembered the day he had gone to the park looking for Easter eggs with Bedelia and the dogs, and he pictured himself now, running through blades of tall, thick grass, while the warm summer sun blazed down upon him.
He heard the music outside finish, and a new song began as the crowd outside cheered. Will felt Mason's hand grip him tightly, and he closed his eyes, trying not to focus on the pain searing through his body. He shivered in disgust when Mason tugged at his boxers roughly, grunting softly as he tried to pull them out of the way.
"Please don't!"
Will felt Mason's tongue glide over the fabric of the boxers, and he turned his head away from Mason's eyes as they glimmered in the dark bathroom up at him while his mouth was still at Will's crotch.
Suddenly, the bathroom door opened abruptly. Mason and Will both froze, and looked back at the entrance of the bathroom.
Will felt as if that night his entire world had come crumbling apart. Hannibal Lecter stood in the doorway of the bathroom, his long autumn jacket half unbuttoned, staring at Mason and Will against the bathroom sink with hard, unreadable eyes.
Will suddenly gathered inhuman strength and pried his body away from Mason. He stumbled around the other boy, reaching for Hannibal.
"Hannibal!" He began, but Hannibal turned and left the bathroom quickly without a word.
"No! Hannibal! It's not what you think-" Will cried out as he followed as quickly as he could, despite his shaking, pained body.
"I understand, Will. You don't need to explain. I'll leave you to your planned escapades. Sorry to have disturbed you." Hannibal didn't even look at Will as he made his way through the dancing crowd, which had grown much larger since Will had entered the barn.
Will followed Hannibal out to the parking lot desperately. "Hannibal, please listen to me! Mason-"
"Leave me!" Hannibal practically roared in a thunderous voice when Will grabbed the back of his coat.
Will stopped following Hannibal, his eyes burning with tears once again.
Hannibal stopped once he opened his car door, and looked back at Will with hurt eyes before he sat inside the car and turned on the engine. He drove off slowly, as if wanting to still stay behind to talk to Will.
Will zipped up his jeans and wiped his burning, teary eyes quickly, shivering in the cold, dark parking lot. He headed back inside the barn, and paused when he saw Mason leaning against the bathroom door.
"That was fun. I want so much to taste your tears once again, Will." Mason said and winked at Will.
He slowly raised an index finger to his lips and pursed them. "Shhhh. It is our little secret." He said with a biting, vicious tone, before turning away and cackling maniacally as he went back inside the bathroom.
Will said and did nothing in response, but walked back to the spot on the floor near the haystacks and sat down, slumping over and covering his head with his hands as he rocked back and forth on his knees and sobbed quietly into the night.
The music blasted on, and no one noticed the shattered boy as he tried to comfort himself amidst the celebration of the season.
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FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU MASON! *Throws a bomb at him*
I apologize for stirring up so many heated emotions in the readers even before this point, but I felt it was necessary to add tension to my story! Please don't be mad at me! :-(
My poor Will! *Gives him a hug* :'-(