Chapter Eight

-All things given are taken so easily by another who hasn't given anything-

Kevin's eyes looked at the package next to his mail on the counter that was between his front room and his dining room. He growled unsure on it before he moved closer giving it a hard glare. It had the name 'Benjamin Kirby Tennyson' written across the top from a person named 'Odebla'. Kevin wasn't stupid and he knew the name even backwards. It was that bastard who ruined his friends life.

With a final glare he moved to open it but wondered if it would be a good idea to call the people who were taking care of the case over this? He frowned before giving up opening the package letting his curiosity take control. He could handle anything that sick bastard sent him...

Alright...

Maybe he was lying on that when he stared at the small dart he extracted from his neck turned it around in his fingers before the world turned black and he fell to the ground. Maybe he had thought Albedo was that stupid since he did 'hurt' people for a living, but of course Kevin never counted in the fact Albedo did hurt people for a living and had gotten away with so many years of it from Ben's life.

Luke paused when one of the cops stationed out in the hallway told them of a letter addressed to Ben came from Kevin but the message was clearly from the rapist, Albedo. They all, except Ben, looked at each other with some degree of worry and confusion.

This wasn't such a good thing. Kevin didn't fit Albedo's profile. They shifted for a bit in their spots but Luke reluctantly sat still watching the others leave after some time. Though he did demand to see the letter to figure out the meaning behind Kevin's abduction and the 'written' words.

As time passed and an hour had went Luke shifted getting up out of the bed with a bit of difficulty due to how hard it was to not stumble. His head still swam at times but he moved closer to Ben happily. He growled pleased when he sat down on the chair sliding it more to Ben's bed side. He took a breath then he hummed head slipping forward onto Ben's bed.

"You don't look good, Luke." Ben frowned looking rather surprised and he found that he could slightly touch and move his hand through Luke's hair. It was soft, a bit oily, and Luke seemed to seek to be closer to Ben's hand happily. Luke couldn't see but Ben's smile grew even wider eyes roaming Luke's shoulders.

It stayed like this for a while before Luke looked up starting to drift off as a person in the room was smiling at them. Luke paused noting the police uniform and he couldn't really piece together that the hair looked rather off. The eyes as well. It was as if his head was spinning and his eyes so hazed by drugs he had been given.

Luke could feel a bit of pain on his scalp when Ben's hand pulling uncomfortably. Though in a way he didn't find it all that problematic since the boy was struggling at that time with sexual urges. Luke shifted when Ben relaxed his hand and Ben seemed to be talking to someone. The conversation seemed to be more one sided with Ben listening rather than putting his two thoughts he obviously had with how he massaged or gripped Luke's hair.

Ben was quiet as the cop left and Luke smiled as he started to wake up more to more touches. At first to his scalp that felt abused then to his shoulders and lastly to his back. He felt rather content as he looked up at an uncuffed emotionally abused teenager who had been raped his whole life in essence when words reached his ears, "Luke we need to leave. Come with me?"

Somehow Luke didn't seem opposed to the idea. As he stood up his eyes landed strangely on the two different needles on the bed and his ears picked up the faint but should be so much louder and clearer bell of the fire alarm.

Luke felt a sinking in his gut as Ben carried his weight and words whispered to him set Luke into a near broken down crying mess.

"Bring back my brother, let me hold him tight, bring back my brother so I can worship him as he dies."