No Clue

Knight in Shining Horror

  "W-what is that?" Luke shivered as Michael placed a metal stake in the fire place. He smirked and ran a hand through his black hair.

"Your... initiation. We have to brand you. Everyone needs to know who you belong to." Luke struggled against the ropes that held him to the chair.

"I-I dont belong to anyone, especially not you." Michael smirked and kneeled infront of the terrified boy, beginning to unbuttom his flannel shirt.

"Baby, that's where you're so wrong." He stood up and went back to the fire, smiling at the red coals. "Don't worry. You'll soon learn these things. I'll show you." He pulled the stake out and turned, showing off a white-hot dragon design, stepping forward. "Try not to move... it'll only hurt worse." He stuck the hot metal against Luke's chest, causing the boy to scream loudly through the house. Agonizing pain ripped through his chest as he felt the metal burn and sear into his skin, killing the tissue. Michael pulled the poker away and set it next to the fire, smirking at the smoke that came from the red mark that blistered the boy's chest. "There. Now everyone will know who you belong to. Forever." Luke cried, trying to catch his breath as he writhed in pain. The rope digged into his wrists, but the pain didn't even compare. Michael turned and stalked out of the room, leaving the boy alone with his misery.

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Ashton and Calum stood on the busy street corner, handing the papers out to anyone who passed.

"Please, if you see this boy, tell us, h-he needs to come home," Ashton begged. The police were 'doing everything they could' but in all reality, they weren't doing shit. They didn't even know where to start.

"Excuse me," Ashton asked, stopping a young man with hair slicked back stylishly. "Have you seen this boy? H-he's my brother. He's gone missing..." the man took the paper and scanned it.

"I'm so sorry... I haven't seen him," he lied, taking the paper as he passed the desperate boy. He walked to his black SUV and opened the backseat, putting his bags inside before walking around. He stared at the paper in his hand and smirked, glancing back at the black window, blocking the back end of his car. The echoing screams from the blond boy still bounced around in his mind. He crumpled up the peice if paper and pulled out his lighter, holding the flame under it before tossing it out the window. He smirked and began driving away, towards his captive.

Ashton sat alone in his bedroom, staring at the picture of him and his stepbrother. Tears streaked his face as he glanced around at the flyers that scattered his room, littered with the face of the blond boy. Ashton wanted nothing more than to see his brother again, hear his voice. His laugh. The young boy who was fighting his battle against depression, the young boy who never allowed anyone to see whether or not he was losing it... Luke was the one person who helped Ashton fight his battle. But now he was gone.

There was a soft knock on Ashton's door, before it pushed it's way open. His mother, Anne walked into the room, holding a plate.

"Darling?" She asked quietly, coming into the room and sitting next to her son. "I've brought you some dinner. And don't worry, I didn't cook it, Liz did," she said in an attempt to make him laugh. "Please darling, you should eat something."

"I'm not hungry..." he whispered, looking back at his picture. "H-how are you taking this so well? You basically raised him, mum and now he's disappeared. You and Liz both are just taking this too damn well! Do you even miss him?"

"Of course we miss him!" She scolded. "He's our son! I married Liz when I was pregnant with Harry, I have known Luke as my son for 11 years, of course I miss him!" Tears started falling from her eyes. "I want him back so much, you can't even begin to understand it.. but I have 5 other kids to look after as well. I have you and Lauren, Harry, Ben, Jack. I have to be strong for you. All of you. And I definitely can't find him if I'm falling apart." The tears were flowing steadily down her face now.

"I'm sorry, mum," he whispered, pulling her into a hug. "I'm sorry..."

"No. I'm sorry, my darling. It's just, every night I go through another terrible scenario in my mind about Luke..." she sighed and wiped her face. "I just want him back..."

"Me too, mum. Me too."

~~~

Michael stared out the window, waiting for his brother to get home. Luke was passed out in the chair he was chained to, littered with cuts and bruises. Michael called it "getting to know eachother". Luke called it torture. Most people would call it torture. Michael turned and looked at the boy, smiling at his work. He walked over and placed his hand over the dragon burned into his skin, still radiating heat. Luke looked so peaceful as he slept, even if his breathing was rough and jagged. Michael studied his features, taking in every little detail. He brushed a strand of blond hair away from his face and smiled when his brow furrowed.

"Michael, stop staring at your new pet and come give me a hand!" G called through the house. Michael's smile turned to a frown as he stood up and walked into the other room to meet his brother.

"What do you want?" He grumbled, walking into the spare bedroom where G was setting up a table of torturing devices.

"Help me get your little boyfriend's room ready. I want it finished before I leave town, so you don't fuck anything up." Michael rolled his eyes and started setting up an IV bag, filled with the vibrant blue liquid they invented.

"Why are you leaving again?"

"To lead those crack detectives on a false trail. Sangster's never going to know what hit him..." Michael sighed loudly. At least he had time with the boy to himself.