There was an unbearable weight on his mind, making his eyes stay shut and the conscious part of his brain stay sleeping. He could feel something was wrong as an unwanted, dark sleep tugged at the outskirts of his mind, but he couldn't do anything to stop it. The darkness sucked him in and there was nothing left.
When he awoke, it was with a start; his head snapped up and his eyes opened as wide as they could, a cold sweat broke out on his skin, and his heart was pounding faster than he thought possible.
There was something wrong and he knew it. He took in his surroundings and a feeling of dread filled the pit of his stomach. It was dark, clammy, smelt of low tide; his conclusion was that he was in one of the sheds near the harbor.
Now that he knew where, he wanted to know why… and how.
He tried to move to find that he was stuck, which added to that growing dread in his stomach. A glance downward showed him that he wasn't even on the floor; his toes were an inch off the ground--he was floating.
That dread just turned to pure, unadulterated fear.
He tried to move again, only to find that, once again, he couldn't. His arms could move at most a couple of inches away from his sides; his legs seemed to be bound at the ankles with an invisible rope, and his whole body movements were minimal, as if he was confined in a box of some sort, but there was nothing there.
"Baby boy."
His head jerked to the side at the sound of Caleb's voice as he tried to find his eldest brother.
"Baby boy."
Now Pogue was somewhere on the other side of him and his head snapped to that side.
"Baby boy."
Reid's voice had him frantically looking around all the room. If his brothers were here, why weren't they helping him?
"Baby boy."
This time when he turned his head to the side, he was met with the owner of that voice and his ebony eyes.
"Chase," he let out in a breathy whisper.
"No, Caleb." And then Caleb was there instead.
"Pogue." And it was Pogue now.
"Reid." And Reid.
"Which do you prefer?" Chase asked with a smirk as he changed back to himself. Tyler could only whimper in response. "Hm, baby boy? Want your fearful leader? Your hot headed hero? Or your sarcastic asshole of a best friend? Hm? Or you can have all three, four if you want me."
Tyler really didn't like the smirk that was playing on Chase's lips; it was only promising him that he would probably never get out of this alive; but he couldn't stop staring at the older boy, panting and breathless as he did so. His heart wouldn't stop racing, his blood wouldn't stop rushing, he couldn't control anything. There was Power flaring around in his mind but he couldn't get it to come to his rescue. He seemed to be stripped of any and all control.
"Don't be scared, Ty, it's only me."
Tyler clenched his eyes shut because he knew it wasn't Caleb talking, it wasn't Caleb running his hands down his stomach, it wasn't Caleb's lips pressing kisses to his neck.
A wind blew and chilled Tyler's skin, but he hadn't been shirtless before, had he? Tyler didn't even know anymore.
"I got you, baby boy, shh."
His eyes clenched shut harder at the soothing tone in Pogue's voice, at how gentle his hands were as they slid around his waist, as his fingers worked on the button of his jeans.
But, no, no, this wasn't Pogue. A part of his brain knew it wasn't Pogue, but that he couldn't seem to convince the rest of his mind that it wasn't.
"Everything's fine, Tyler, don't worry."
Reid's lips were working his way down his stomach to where Pogue had undone his jeans. They felt the same as always, warm, loving, teasing--but it wasn't Reid.
Tyler whimpered and tried to hide his face in his arm--when had they been tied above his head? One look up and he discovered his wrists were bound together by the same invisible force that had the rest of his body immobile.
His eyes clenched shut again when he felt arms encircle his waist; he tried to catch his breath, to calm himself down, to fight the reactions his body was having from his brothers' touches. He opened them again when those arms left his waist and then he was met by Chase's sinful, smiling, devilish eyes.
"What do you want?" He managed to croak out.
"To break you."
Tyler couldn't hold back the whimper that escaped his lips at those words.
"If I have you, I have the Covenant... Sweet dreams, baby boy."
When Chase's lips met his own, Tyler's eyes snapped open again and he was covered in that same cold sweat, he was panting and breathless and… not in that shed.
He was on a bed… he was in Caleb's room… and his oldest brother was right there. The only trace of Chase was the smirk that was burned into Tyler's memories.
"Tyler, you're up," Caleb smiled as he looked up from the book in front of him; he reached over to ruffle Tyler's hair and Tyler nearly fell off the bed when he flinched away.
"Don't… don't touch me," Tyler shook his head and inched away from Caleb, who was furrowing his eyebrows in confusion and closing his book.
"Ty, you okay?" Caleb tried to move closer but Tyler just shook his head and kept inching away.
"Tyler! Finally, you freakin' baby, who takes naps on Saturday nights?" Reid teased as he came into Caleb's room with a soda in one hand, the other hand was pushing Pogue, who was pushing right back.
"Yeah, man, we were supposed to go see that new Hulk movie tonight, we sorta can't drag you there if you're sleeping," Pogue added.
The two of them joined Caleb and Tyler on the bed; Tyler swore he was going to hyperventilate.
"Dude, what's wrong with you?" Reid asked, raising an eyebrow at Tyler's odd behavior.
"You're looking pale, man, are you alright?" Pogue reached over to check Tyler's forehead and this time, Tyler did end up on the floor.
"Just... don't touch me."
"What? What's wrong with you, Ty?" Reid offered his hand to Tyler and Tyler backed up into a wall.
The other three sons saw the fear in their baby brother's eyes and felt their hearts break a little. They looked at each other in confusion; none of them knew what to do.
Tyler watched all three of them and felt his own heart break; he didn't want to be scared, he wanted them to hold him, to hug him, to tell him everything was okay, but he couldn't… Chase had him.
Chase was going to break the Covenant.
