~defy~
There's a place downtown,
Where the freaks all come around,
It's a hole in the wall,
It's a dirty free for all…
Screams echoed through the darkness as Sam stepped through dense space and onto a stone on the edge of the shadows. He could see nothing in the darkness as he scrunched his eyes to adjust. Minutes passed and the horrifying screams grew louder, blood-curdling and gruesome; the sound of flesh tearing and liquid splashing causing shivers to wrack his body. Fear gripped his chest as he stepped forward to the next stepping stone.
The black around him lightened into a gray and the outline of a door appeared a few steps ahead. Bright white light shone through the cracks and onto his face. He took a moment to gather his wits and he took another step forward; the light brightening around him to a dull pink. With a grasp of fleeing courage he took the last step forward as the room around him became doused in blood red, grabbing the doors handle and swinging it open.
Gut deep fear wracked through him as his hand wandered up to cover his mouth; horror tearing through his heart as the scene in front of him registered in his muddled brain. The group that he had become so entranced with danced around a camp fire in the middle of the room. Dismembered bodies littered the floor and nothing but laughter echoed off the walls. Horrible demented laughter that sent chills up his spine.
Suddenly the smallest of the men spun on his heels and then he was directly in front of Sam. The expression on the mans face made Sam yelp and try to step back, only to be blocked by the door. He tried to sink into the wooden frame as Marko stepped forward, his head cocked to the side, "Hey Sammie." A grin lit on his face and showed off the elongated canines in the blondes' mouth, the sharp angles of his cheek bones narrowing and his golden eyes flashing red around the edges.
Then Marko grabbed his hand and dragged him forward towards the fire, grip never loosening despite how much Sam tried to get away, "Sammie! What a surprise!" Paul walked around the fire with a stupid grin that looked out of place on his morphed face, eyes twinkling in the dull light, "Lover boys over there." He tripped on his feet as he was shoved in a random direction, but before he could fall strong arms caught him; saving him from a scratchy fate.
Shaking his head he looked up only to shrink into himself as the face of Dwayne smirked down at him. His face was contorted in the same sharp angles and glowing eyes as the others, his canines peeking through his lips. As Sam tried to back up the man grinned down at him and leaned forward with laugh. Breath caught in his throat as Sam stood as still as possible before he felt warm breath on his ear, "Don't be frightened Sam."
Opening his eyes, Sam looked up at the man with wide eyes. How was he, not supposed to be afraid? If his inclination was correct, Dwayne had just helped in the murder of the bodies around him. Not people, they weren't people anymore. "Did you do this?" The grin disappeared and a serious look took over the taller man's expression; more horrifying than the smirk ever was.
"Not by want Sam."
~defy~
An explosion erupted around him as everything disappeared and he sat up straight into the arms of the person holding him. He gasped in air as quickly as possible, feeling as though he'd just run a marathon. Goose pimples rose along his clammy skin and he shivered as the breeze seemed to blow right through him. The world quickly came into focus around him and he looked into the worried green eyes of Paul, who was kneeling beside him on the boardwalk, "You alright? Scared the shit outta me kid, you started seizing." Taking a deep breath, he nodded to the rocker and allowed himself to be pulled to his feet; albeit his knees were still a little shaky.
"I'm fine," Sam pulled away from the taller man with a sharp tug and he gave it a second to steady himself. Once he was sure that his legs wouldn't give out, he turned to take a step towards the stairs to the beach, only to have his knee buckle on the first step. Paul caught him before he could hit the ground and shifted so that he was supporting more than half of Sam's weight.
"Uh-huh, yeah right, you're fine." Before he could protest, Paul was carrying him through the on-looking crowd towards the nearby picnic tables. Soon enough he was being set down on the nearest bench and having his feet be propped up. Frowning, Sam slapped the man's worrying hands away with a suspicious glance. Why the hell was a guy he'd just met acting like this? Maybe it was the fact that he'd gone into a full body seizure.
Leaning back onto the railing of the pier Sam watched as the green eyed rocker gave up on his hands and hopped up onto the table, crossing his legs. Just moments later Marko stepped out of the crowd with a risen eyebrow and widened eyes that narrowed in on Sam, "What the fuck? I heard people down the walk talking about some kid blondie having a seizure." Red flushed his cheeks at the words and Sam tried to shrink into the railing.
"He went into a full blown seizure Marko. Fucking scared the shit outta me." The blue eyes of the smaller man narrowed onto him with a risen eyebrow as if demanding an explanation. Shaking his head Sam turned his head to watch the crowd go by firmly ignoring the questioning glance directed his way. At the blatant action, Marko frowned and hopped onto the table beside Paul. Everything was quiet for a few minutes until someone called out his name.
Glancing towards the call, Sam felt ill as Michael weaved through the crowd and stepped in front of him, "Damn it. Are you okay Sammie? I heard people talking." At the worried expression on his brothers face his face softened, "I knew I shouldn't have left you alone. Fuck." Sam carefully swung his feet onto the ground and sat up to reach his brothers shoulders; pulling down hard enough that Michael sat on the bench.
"First of all, I'm fine. Second of, calm the fuck down. Thirdly, I'm ready to go home. And fourth, you'll have to help me." An amused grin lit on the older boy's lips as he threw an arm around Sam's shoulders. A tap on his arm had him looking back to the men sitting cross-legged on the table. It was obvious that Paul was going to say something questioning and Sam jumped to stop it. "Let's go."
As Michael's attention was drawn back to him he rose an eyebrow, "Who're they?" Distrust ran through his eyes as he stared at the strange men. The smaller blond grinned at him as he chewed on the pinkie of his glove, blue eyes flashing. Sighing Sam lifted himself to his feet only to have Paul jump off the table and steady him; ready for if he fell again. At the action his brother stood as well, glaring at the rocker with a frown.
"They're nobody. Don't get involved."
Soft laughter rose to his ears and he turned to see David walk up with Dwayne by his side, "Who is this Sammie?" As Sam looked up into the leaders eyes, he struck the pose that he had earlier; as if he were a pissed off woman. Paul moved beside Dwayne as he was sure that Sam's legs weren't going to give out and Marko stood up next to Michael.
Taking one step forward Sam got in David's face and sneered, "Back off David. Just stay away from him." At the risen eyebrows he received from the man, he took Michael's arm and dragged him away from the group; leaving shocked glances following him. With firm resolve, Sam continued in the direction of the parking lot; allowing them to be immersed in the crowd, fear finally settling into his features.
"Sam, what was that back there? Who were they? What did you mean?" At the final question he stopped so fast that Michael ran into his back. There were long seconds of silence as Sam gathered his words and turned to his older brother, allowing him to see his white and frightened expression. This was enough to cause the worry to filter back into Michael's eyes, but it didn't get rid of the questions running across his face.
With an ironic smile Sam looked up at his brother as a false and rough chuckle escaped him, "Mike. I haven't been completely honest with you." The older boy stayed silent as they both walked into the secluded shadows behind the ice cream parlor. Once they were out of sight and in no danger of being overheard Sam spoke again, "Ever since we arrived in Santa Carla, when we'd come to the boardwalk; my visions have been clear and they hold only truth. They aren't false." This news sank into Michael's brain at a slow pace and once it did, his eyes went impossibly wide.
"So, the visions about the girl…" He trailed off as his face flushed a sickly green and Sam felt sympathy as his brother retched on the sidewalk next to the dumpster nearby, "That's all she was interested in. But how was she going to hurt me Sammie? That's what I don't understand. I could easily defend myself." Shaking his head it was his turn to feel sick as Michael stepped over and fanned his face with his hand, "You've already figured out that the visions are true somehow though."
When the nausea passed he looked up into the brown eyes that stared back at him; smiling as he raised a hand to Michael's face. "Not everything is as it seems Mikey. Innocence is always taken for granted. Remember that." Even as the words fell from his lips, he could feel the bile rising in his throat; this time however he wasn't able to keep his stomach as he heaved up his earlier food.
Shaking his head, Sam spat to rid himself of the bitter taste left in his mouth as he stood straight once more. He was ashamed of himself; having allowed a handsome face to lure him into a false sense of attraction. How could he have let himself become so quickly enamored with a group of men that he didn't even know? And a dangerous group of men so it seemed.
Michael looked like his was about to speak when he suddenly adopted an expression of pain with a grunt bringing a worried and horrified expression to Sam's face. The older boy slumped forward to his knees to reveal a stocky man with jet black hair, dyed with a white streak,f holding a metal rod. "You're friends with the Biker-streaks."
It was a statement instead of a fact, as if this strange man actually knew anything at all, "You'll be good pay back for Marla." As this was said a burning pain lanced across his scalp with the sound of breaking glass; he sank to the ground as his vision spotted black, a groan escaping his throat. Coarse laughter came from the man before he was struck in the head again causing his sight to go black; the last thing he saw, Michael being grabbed roughly by his hair.
There's a place I know,
If you're looking for a show,
Where they go hardcore,
And there's glitter on the floor…
~defy~