a/n Alright chapter 9 LET'S DO THIS! I'M PUMPED!

TW: homophobic language, death, suicide

When Axel came to he was laying on the cold floor of a dark room, almost completely naked except for his underwear. His hands were handcuffed behind his back and he suddenly realized he was in a lot of pain. He looked down to his torso and legs covered with cuts and bruises. How long...how long had he been down here? He groaned as he sat up, a dull pain radiating through his body. He shivered and pulled his knees close to his chest, the cold air immediately surrounding his body.

"Hello?" He asked the darkness, which of course didn't respond. He couldn't help but laugh at himself a little bit. Of course the darkness wouldn't respond. It was just darkness, it wasn't alive. "I'm such an idiot sometimes."

A door creaked open and heard the sound of someone being thrown down a set of stairs. Suddenly the light flashed on and Axel saw that he was in a basement. He heard a gasp and looked to see Saïx staring at him from a place on the floor at the bottom of the stairs, bruises beginning to grow on his arms, answering the question as to what the sound had come from. Saïx stood shakily and ran to him, bending at his side.

"Lovers reunited." Came a mocking voice from the top of the stairs, accompanied by footsteps slowly descending towards them. Saïx growled and moved himself in front of Axel, making himself large in an attempt to hide the thinner boy behind him. Axel peeked out the best he could and saw the frightening smirk of Seymour. "And in my house, how wonderful indeed."

"Let him go." Saïx said, practically shaking with rage. Axel couldn't take his off the other blunette. He stood so tall, so proud, he looked around like he owned the world. Seymour Guado was an utterly terrifying human being. "Just let him go, I'll make sure he doesn't breath a word of this. Just let him go and nothing has to go wrong."

"Oh I'm afraid I'm not going to do that." Seymour said, pulling out his phone. He brought up a picture and showed it to them, and Axel's heart stopped. It was the picture Larxene had posted of them kissing. "What is this? Would either of you like to explain?"

"I think a better question is why are you following a teenage girl's Instagram." Axel commented. Seymour pushed Saïx out of the way and kicked Axel in the stomach. The redhead fell to the ground, curling up and groaning in pain. Seymour continued to kick him till Saïx pushed him away. The two blunettes glared each other in the eyes before they both straightened themselves out.

"I don't. The picture was brought to me by one of my press managers." Seymour said, clearing his throat.

"Yeah, right." Axel said, rolling his eyes. Seymour made a move to attack him again but Saïx stepped in between.

"Axel, stop provoking him." He spat before turning to his father. "And you, stop this nonsense and let us go. We'll leave, we'll never breathe a word of this, and you'll never hear from either of us agai-"

"Shut up faggot!" Seymour yelled, punching Saïx in the face. Saïx cried out in pain and held his cheek, looking at the ground. "I'm doing whats best for you!" He pointed Axel, who was currently trying to figure out how to get off his handcuffs without Seymour noticing. "He tricked you! He converted you to one of them!"

"He didn't convert me to anything!" Saïx yelled.

"He made you-"

"He made me what dad?" Saïx asked, yelling at the top of his lungs. "A faggot? Guess what, I'm gay dad! I've always been gay! And I happen to be in a very happy relationship, so you need to fuck off!"

"Don't you dare talk to me that way boy!" Seymour punched Saïx in the stomach, and the younger blunette fell to his knees, clutching the stomach. Axel scooted over to him and glared at Seymour, who sneered back. The tall man moved to pulled something from his belt just as Axel managed to free himself. The redhead launched himself at the man and yanked his arm, only to find a gun being pointed at his face. The man's other hand grabbed him by the arm and he stared down the barrel of the gun, frozen in fear.

He clenched his eyes shut and waited to die, but he when he heard the sound of the gun, he didn't feel any pain. He hesitantly opened his eyes to see Seymour staring at some on the ground next him ground next to him, and he covered his mouth. Saïx was own the ground, blood pouring out of a hole in his head, his eyes absolutely lifeless. Axel fell to the ground on his knees to him with a cry of anguish and fisted his hair. He shook and growled.

"You... You bastard!" He yelled. He launched himself off the ground at the adult and started grabbing at the gun. The pair wrestled the gun between themselves, each planning on killing the other. Axel finally managed to knee Seymour in the nuts and grabbed the gun, holding it in both hands, pointing it at the adult on the ground in front of him. His pupils were narrow and he was shaking, body filling with adrenaline. He was one shot away from killing the one who'd destroyed his life.

"Tch." Seymour smirked, looking up at him. "Go ahead, do it. Or are you too scared fagg-" Axel pulled the trigger, not even giving the man the opportunity to finish his insult. His brains spread across the floor, and Axel scared, dropping the gun. He slowly sat down in-between the bodies, staring into space.

What was he going to do? He didn't have anyone left. No family to go back to, no other friends, and no more Saïx. He didn't have a left to go back to. At least not one that he wanted to go back to. His entire life began playing before his eyes and he whimpered, once again fisting his dirty red hair. Tears streamed down his face and he looked at the gun out of the corner of his eyes. Should he...? No, no he shouldn't. He couldn't! But...he wanted to. He knew what the gun would give him, and he knew it still had bullets. He wanted release. He wanted to give up, to give in. He brought the gun to his temple.

And he pulled the trigger.

I am in NO WAY promoting suicide! Don't commit suicide, suicide is not an option! If you are feeling suicidal, find someone who you know you can trust, or call this number:

1 (800) 273-8255

This is number for America's National Suicide Prevention Lifeline, available in both English and Spanish. Unfortunately America is the only one I know the number for, but just remember, if you think the world would be better off without you, it wouldn't. You are amazing, you are inspirational, and you are loved.