flatsound || newtmas

twenty-three

t.w: bullying and sexual-ish content (not really they're just making out?)

It had been three days since the search. They had to figure out all of Aris' charges, then connect and process evidence. Turns out, it was a lot more then they thought.

The journals were the main key. Over years and years of thoughts and actions were put into the books, giving the police all the evidence they needed.

Photographic evidence made it all more clear. They had found over three hundred shots in the small crawlspace. What has sickened Brandon the most were taken at night or when Newt was out with his friends.

There was a monster inside of that boy. A monster who'd latched itself onto innocence. It prayed on weakness and strived for repay.

That innocence walked into his school that day, not ready for what would happen next. He couldn't believe that this nightmare was about to be over. Five years of constant fear and bloody skin.

The trees seemed calm, knowing the storm would soon ravish. Newt's blonde curls reflected with golden rays, a different sight then the black eye that dawned his face.

Yesterday, Aris' friends had jumped him while he was going back home from the grocery store. A simple task with a horrible outcome.

His shoes stuck to the pavement as the rain pummeled his body. Tommy's hoodie was keeping him warm as he ventured back down the street from the market.

Maybe going in a rainstorm wasn't his best choice, but he was halfway there when the rain started. Now, it just got worse, especially with the three bags he was holding.

Newt was passing the alley when he was grabbed inside sent to the floor. He fell on his hand, filling the joint go out of place.

He looked up to see Ben and Joshua looking down on him, anger presenting on their looks. "I bet he thinks we're gonna fuck him,"Joshua said, crouching down next to the boy. "Yeah, just like he thinks Aris did," Bean agreed.

Shockwaves filled his brain as a calloused fist flyed into his cheekbone. Two hands holding him down while two more connected with his body over and over.

The grocery bags laid in the alleyway, being forgotten by Newt as he tried to kick them away from him, failing in there attempts. He felt dizzy and he couldn't keep his eyes open.

But, before it even started, all four hands disconnected and frantic footsteps splashed water into his face.

"Are you okay? Can you hear me, son?" Newt heard faintly, feeling warm hands against his face before he fell into unconsciousness.

Later, Newt found out that a man by the name of Markus Johansen had scared off the boys. He wasn't surprised, considering that he was 6'5 and looked like he would beat the shit out of them.

He was a traveling writer and photographer looking for inspiration in the rainy days of New York when he stumbled on the havoc of the alleyway.

He took Newt into the building next to him, which eneded up being the boy's apartment, Rebecca running as soon as she saw him.

"Oh my God, Newt, what happened?" Rebecca yelles at he stranger, pulling them into the lobby's chair corner. "Some kids were beating him up in the alley outside," his Norwegian accent stuck through his words.

They had called down Penelope, who thanked Markus for what he did. Markus decided to stay a while, making sure the boy was okay and the strangers all spoke in hushed voices, waiting for him to wake.