T&T Chapter 18: Staring Down Nightmares
He wasn’t entirely certain what had happened, but he was certain he had never been filled with so much terror before in his life. Looking back and forth, trying not to break down and cry, he found that evil truly did find many forms on this earth. His erection was still there, though it was no where near as pleasurable as it had been before. Female hands were massaging him, making him shudder with disgust. He wanted nothing more then to escape, but every time he moved, he was filled with agony. Ryan rolled his head to the side, watching as Brendon was pressed against the wall, his brother’s hands travelling over him.
“Stop… please…” Brendon whimpered, his voice soft with fear.
“Oh, dear brother!” Patrick said. “Did you think we’d let you go with a simple beg?”
The both of them laughed that laughter that Brendon so terribly feared. He slipped his eyes shut and let out a little whimper, facing up to the ceiling as he tried to jerk his body away. “Just…” he murmured, screwing his face up in disgust as Bella tugged him out of the shower, her hands running over his hips. “Just not here…” he begged, knowing he wasn’t able to stop what was happening. It had come close once before and he’d only got off on strokes of luck. “Not in front of him…” This wasn’t something he wanted Ryan to see, no matter what was going to happen.
“Brendon what are you -“ Ryan tried to say.
His words were cut off by a burst of pain that caused him to scream in agony. He whimpered fearfully, trying not to provoke the crazy people. He was still lying on the bottom of the tub, where he had fallen after being scared out of his mind. There was water pooling around him now, as the drain had been plugged. After several minutes the water was turned off and he found himself being forced to roll over, onto his knees. He was staring at Brendon, who was now gagged and bound with his sister hanging over him. He stiffened as he felt Patrick behind him, running his fingers over his back.
“How nice,” Patrick murmured, his words slamming into Ryan, “It seems that our parents were wrong Bella, they threw him out assuming he would never do anything good with his life… and look at this fine piece of beauty he has captured for himself, hmm?”
“I bet mother would be so disappointed she left you in Vegas now!” Bella said, pinning Brendon against both the wall and the floor, sending bursts of pain through his body. He writhed in agony, somehow feeling so ashamed of himself. “Well, I’ll tell you this Brendon,” she said, running her hands over the clothes suddenly holding his hands together. He never noticed. “I never thought you were a freak!” Bella laughed again, running her hands now over his naked stomach and straddling him. “Uh oh, little boy’s getting soft on us!” Pressing her palms hard against his pelvis, a burst of pleasure shot through him and his erection was back, regrettably. “Muuuuch better!”
Patrick was meanwhile still against Ryan, the water swimming around his naked body. “Oh Brendon, how did you get one so precious?” he teased.
Brendon struggled, trying to force Bella to release her hold. She moaned in response, Brendon rubbing against her, accidently grinding his erection into her. He froze, the sound from her throat rapidly softening his penis. She growled and looked to Patrick, Brendon’s eyes following, only to stare in terror as he saw his brother.
It was something he’d never experienced, though he’d been in similar situations in the orphanage. Ryan had been jerked upright, kneeling in the tub, his head turned to Patrick’s and for the first time ever he experienced the terror that came with being forced to kiss someone. He was certain his lips were bleeding, as Patrick kept biting them. Suddenly the other man jerked away and Ryan was pressed against the bottom of the tub, face down, pain filling him; water rushing to his lungs.
Brendon gasped and tried even harder to get away from Bella, especially when she laughed and sent jolts of pain through him, causing him to twitch and writhe in the water. “RYAN!” he screamed, his voice painfully raw due to the jolts Bella was giving him.
“Shh, shh,” she said, petting his hair and sending a jolt of pleasure through him. “We’ll get you a new toy!” Her very voice infuriated him, especially now.
Ryan was still under, the suffocating pain of not being able to breathe cutting through him. Yes, he was able to manipulate the water but the pain was beginning to feel like he was going to die. Sharp pains everywhere; the one in his head being the worst, it felt like one thousand burning knives. The worst part was the moment when everything faded away into nothing; just blackness.
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Burst of air, gasping, and nothing but whiteness. Ryan looked around, absently noting he was still naked. He looked around, noticing that there was a lot of whiteness. There was also an equally naked Brendon, looking disgusted beside him.
“This… this is heaven? EW, what the fuck? Seriously?!” Brendon complained, looking more annoyed then ever.
“I don’t think we’re dead…”
“We’re not?”
“No, I think we’re unconscious… or at least I am…”
“Oh yeah, you totally are. Now, wake the fuck up and come save me, asshole.”
It took Ryan until then to realize something, “Holy shit! I’m having a fantasy about you naked!”
The look Brendon gave him made him blush and want to hide at the same time, “Ryan, shut the fuck up and wake the fuck up. I need help!”
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“Ryan! Oh my god, RY… EW, RYAN WHAT THE HELL?!”
Ryan was jerked awake, finally breathing and finally awake. Though, he was still completely naked and laying face first in bathwater that was leaking all over the tiled floor. He sputtered the water out of his mouth before looking up, seeing none other than Alyx standing over him, looking shocked.
“Brendon!” he exclaimed, jumping up out of the water and making it all drain. Then, it sort of kicked in that he was completely naked. “Oh… shit…” he muttered, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around. Alyx was still staring, obviously clueless to what was happening. “My nudity is not the issue right now!” he said urgently, grabbing her hand and pulling her along to his bedroom, his mind raging.
He glanced in both rooms, stupidly hopeful that Brendon would be in one of those rooms. Both were vacant, though there were damp spots all along the hall carpet. Swallowing hard and looking around, he realized once again that he lost Brendon. This was much worse than others though. His life was at steak, and there was nothing he could do right now. “Brendon’s missing…” he murmured, glancing up at Alyx briefly.
Just like that, Alyx was no longer shell shocked, nor did she seem as mild as she ever had. She motioned for Ryan to dress and disappeared in a furious burst of white flames. Ryan was more then a little shocked, feeling as though there was nothing in the world that could save his heart from shattering violently. He feared the worse.
Just as he finished pulling on his shoes, having pulled on one of Brendon’s many shirts, the leaders of the elemental race appeared before him, looking furious. Tyler moved towards Ryan, carefully checking him over. There were several bruises around his throat and some damage done by his head bashing into the tub, but he was fine.
“You were supposed to meet us two days ago, Ryan, with Brendon. You never showed, and was assumed you two were busy. After two days, we got worried and Alyx came to check on you,” Tyler explained, his voice rumbling with thunder, “Now, tell us what happened.”
“We don’t have time!” he said, rushed, trying to head for the door. “We’ve got to find Brendon!”
Tyler was, on the other hand, annoyingly much stronger (having the power of super strength) and managed to put Ryan back on his bed in a matter of seconds. “We won’t know where to look if you don’t tell us,” Alyx said, coming over and sitting next to him. She attempted to be kind, yet her eyes were still raging with flames; it reminded him of Brendon.
“We were… upstairs… doing something…” he muttered, hoping to avoid the awkward opener. “And suddenly Brendon’s siblings were there, tying him up and torturing him. Then… I dunno, they knocked me out,”
“What were you doing in the bat-“ Tyler started.
“Doesn’t matter!” Ryan said defensively, looking between both of them and rubbing his palms against his jeans nervously. “I dunno maybe he’s at their place? We have to go!”
Tyler shook his head and Alyx smiled sadly at Ryan. They both rose to their feet, and Ryan found Alyx hugging him, before there was a rush of fire and a clap of thunder. He found himself standing outside a rather familiar house and smiled happily with relief, knowing Jon could help them find Brendon. The ability to know where anyone was by just knowing their name was a rather useful ability.
Forgetting to knock, Ryan opened the door, “Jon I need your help to find…” he blinked slowly, seeing blonde hair trailing down the hall rapidly retreating. He turned to Jon, “Who was that?”
Jon stared at Ryan, having not seen him at all in quite some time. “Ryan, what are you -“
“Who was that?!” he demanded, wondering who the blonde girl was. He peered down the hall and noticed the door shut quickly. “Isn’t that the door that was always locked…?”
“She’s been here for a while, I’m looking after her for -“
“How long has she been here?!”
“I dunno, like a hundred years maybe?”
Ryan stared at Jon in a terrible silence, wide eyed and in complete shock. He always remembered wondering what was in that room, but Jon would never let him go even near it.
“And… you didn’t tell me… she was here…”
“I didn’t think it was important, she never comes out!”
Once again, Ryan was staring right at Jon in complete silence. Alyx approached him, touching him on the shoulder. “Ryan, maybe you should ask -“
“No, no, one second!” he said, “So, you mean to tell me you’ve been hording that little girl in your room all this time?”
“She’s not a little girl!”
“Don’t change the topic!”
“…wait, what? I’m not a pervert!”
“Whatever, did you ever plan on telling me?”
“She almost never leaves her room, I never saw a problem in it.”
There was an impressive silence there, though the Locura siblings were snickering in the background at the shots the two men were taking at each other.
“Wait… never comes… what does… you know, I don’t want to know. Help me find Brendon, he should be on the island.”
“Brendon Urie… the one you pined after?”
“Seriously, Jon, I’m in a rush here!” he snapped, eyes flashing dangerous waves of fear and frustration.
“Okay, okay!” he said, sitting down in a chair momentarily. Ryan crossed his arms, watching Jon intently as he tried to ignore all those thoughts in his head. He had no idea how long he’d been out exactly, but for all he knew Brendon could be drugged or dead, left tortured in Patrick and Bella’s house. What he really wanted to know is why Brendon had let it happen, though he wasn’t really one to compare.
Ryan was nervously tapping his fingers on his jeans when Jon finally opened his eyes. “He’s on the other side of the island, someone’s keeping him at…” Jon paused for a second, trying to remember. “54 Park St.”
Ryan spun around, intending to run all the way there, but once more Tyler was there, reason in a cluttered panicked moment. Ryan huffed as he found himself dangling in the air as Tyler held him up easily by his collar. Jon rose to his feet, “I’ll come with.”
Alyx grabbed Jon, Tyler held tightly to Ryan, and once more they disappeared, only to reappear in a new location. Everyone covered their ears instantly as screams tore violently through the air, filling all of them with dread and terror. Ryan was moving to the door before anyone else could comprehend what was truly happening.
The screams were terrible, sending the most massive shivers up Ryan’s spine. Brendon’s voice was too beautiful for anything of that terror, that pain, that anguish. And even when he opened the front door he was flooded with more, including manic laughter and the scent of stale blood. Had he not have heard Brendon’s screams he would have considered it too late.
Coming through the first door on his left, Ryan found himself standing in a completely empty room. All that was inside was a single wooden chair - it was a little bit creepy. Then again, he didn’t trust these siblings too much with being sane. Next he tried the door on his right, but he only found a kitchen with nothing in it. Ryan was frantic in his movements, especially as he opened the third door on his left this time.
The sight that met his eyes was completely terrible, to the point he felt his breath crash from his chest and leave him dangling with no oxygen for his thin body. Syringes littered the floor, Brendon was dangling from the wall, his arms obviously dislocated; there were long gashes down his chest, all the way to his hips. Ryan was frozen, amazed by the evil that was thrust before him. He just wished he’d learned of it without his beautiful and handsome lover being injured.
Stepping forward, intending to help Brendon, Ryan found himself filled with agonizing pleasure. Crying out, he crashed to his knees, begging already for it to stop. Twin rolls of laughter floated through the room, smothering the pleas that fell from Ryan’s lips. Without any of the other three noticing, Brendon had pried his eyes open. He could not understand what he was seeing, but he was certain there was something wrong, something very bad, about the scene before him.
What Brendon had experienced had been something no one ever should. Dosed up on different levels of oxycontin and LSD, he was completely unaware of his surroundings. Even with his eyes open all that he could see was a blur of color, like one of those swirled paintings, or looking through the bottom of a beer bottle. Everything was round, glowing, slow, soft, yet intense. The worst was that Brendon couldn’t even feel the tears. He couldn’t feel the pain, or even think for that matter. Yet screams still escape from him. Screams of ecstasy, of pleasure and pain all rolled into one; the work of their hands, his own flesh and blood.
The screams from the house had drawn the others, chasing after Ryan. Though they burst into the room moments after Ryan did. Alyx reacted quickly, sending a massive rolling ball of fire towards the laughing twins, sending them back into the wall with a ferocious bang. Tyler raised his hand, intending to insure nothing more happened to Brendon or Ryan, but he simply did not react fast enough.
Fuelled by the pain and the never ending whimpers that littered his ears, Ryan threw his hand out, water spilling from his fingers and crashing towards Bella and Patrick. There was a hairs breath pause before it slammed into them, freezing and tearing them apart completely.
Jon caught Alyx as she spun around, falling ill to the sight before her. Tyler moved to help Brendon down as Ryan collapsed into himself, rocking back and forth to sooth himself, murmuring, “No more pain… they can’t hurt him anymore…”
Everywhere was shards of glimmering ice, sparkling over the floor in sharp shards. Rising to his feet Ryan tiptoed around it, the occasional crushing noise of ice beneath him. Brendon was there against the wall, yet he felt so far away. The far away look in his eyes was enough to crack Ryan’s heart in a million little pieces. There was no flame, no spark, and no nothing in those soft brown eyes of his.
As Ryan approached him, he could feel his heart already lodged its way up into his throat; he could hardly even breathe. At a closer glance he could see the black around his eye, the scratches on his cheek. Slowly reaching forwards he ran his fingers delicately along the skin of his face, carefully tracing between the marks and turning them to ice.
Brendon slowly looked down, only seeing a blur of brown hair and terrible expressions. Yet his fingers, they twitched just slightly. With what little strength the man had, a smile broke free of his cracked, dry lips and he let his fingers touch Ryan’s other hand. To Brendon the touch was electric, wonderful, so much better than anything the siblings had done in their past days. But to Ryan it was nothing more then a cold, intoxicated touch. His eyes were too glazed over for him too find this moment special.
“How is he?” Alyx asked, slowly stepping forwards.
Both heads turned to the sound of her voice, one glazed over in a drug induced haze and the other glistening with unshed tears. Ryan shook his head sadly, turning back to Brendon. He reached up carefully, removing the bindings that held him in place. Brendon collapsed onto Ryan, sending them both stumbling back, dangerously threatening to fall over.
Ever the rational one, Tyler stepped forward and placed on large hand on Ryan’s shoulder, “Lets get you both home and call in a doctor…”