No Clue

Alone

  Michael stood in the room, pacing back and forth nervously as he glanced at the clock.

"W-where is he. He should have been back hours ago," he complained.

"Maybe he just ran into a bit of trouble... Mike, I'm sure he's fine." Suddenly, his phone started going off. He looked at the contact and answered quickly.

"G?"

"Michael... hey. You remember me, don't you?" Detective Sangster asked over the phone.

He sat in his office with his partner, Holland.

"W-where's my brother?" Michael asked softly, remembering their lie. "H-he's supposed to come get me."

"Michael. We need to know where you are." Michael quickly hung up, pulling the battery out of his phone and throwing it outside.

"Who was that?" Luke asked as he turned on the television. The nightly news was playing.

"Last night, authorities reprimanded criminal Gerald Gillum. In attempt to fire on one of the detectives, he was shot and killed. Detective Thomas Sangster said he was behind the abduction of 18 year old Luke Hemmings and asks everyone to keep an eye out for the young boy-" Michael turned off the sound and fell onto the bed.

"Th-they killed him," he whispered. "They killed my brother..." Luke placed his hand gently on the boy's back, sighing.

"I'm so sorry..." Michael stood suddenly and walked to the door.

"Don't leave," he demanded, slamming the door shut and locking it.

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Luke sat alone in the room, his mind filled with hateful voices. His skin was overheating, but still he froze, shaking wildly. It had been three days since he had his last dosage of that wonderful drug, and now he was going through withdrawls. He had searched through everything, looking for the vibrant blue liquid, but it wasn't anywhere to be found. He was breaking down, hidden in a corner as he sobbed. The door opened, but he didn't look up.

"What's wrong, baby boy?" Michael asked quietly. Luke sat up quickly, looking at Michael and sighing in relief. He placed their lips together. "What was that for?"

"Please," Luke begged, holding his arm out and tracing over the red bump with his thumb. "Please..." Michael smirked and stood up, pulling the boy with him and sitting him on the bed. He walked over to the dresser and pulled open the drawer, grabbing a small silver case. From it he pulled out a syringe, filed with the vibrant liquid. He tied something around Luke's arm and slid the needle into the boy's vein, releasing his toxic heaven. He instantly sighed in relief as he felt the sharp pain beginning to set his body on fire and then, the overwhelming bliss set in. Michael pulled out the needle and helped Luke lay back.

"Better?" Asked softly. Luke smiled happily and extended his arms.

"Please, Mikey," he begged.

"What?"

"Tie me up and hurt me..."

~~~

Ashton sat next to Calum silently, examining every facial feature carefully. He had a tube in his nose that helped him breathe. Although he had woken up, he still wasn't lucid. Ashton hadn't seen him awake yet, but it was probably better that way. If he was awake, Ashton probably couldn't control himself. He'd break down... he was in love. Hehad been there for hours.

He sighed and stood up, turning to walk out. Calum's hand shot out and grabbed his hand tightly.

"Ash," he whispered. "Stay with me," his voice sounded tired and weak.  "Please, Ashy." Ashton quickly sat down, gripping the boy's hand in both of his.

"I've been worried about you, Cally," he said, brushing a strand of hair from the boy's face.

"M-Mali said that you saw Luke?" He asked hopefully. Ashton sighed and looked down at their hands.

"Not exactly... he was just outside our house, yelling for someone and... by the time we got outside, he had been pulled away. We saw one of his captors..."

"G-G?" He asked, sitting up, a look of terror in his eyes.

"No, no. Hey, G was killed... he can't hurt you or Luke ever again... I promise." Calum loosened up and sunk down in the bed, sighing.

"So they haven't found Luke yet?"

"No... not yet," Ashton replied.

"I-I think maybe he's dead..." Calum whispered.

"What?" Ashton asked, dropping the boy's hand.

"I think he's dead Ashton..."

"Why the hell would you say that?"

"Because, he's with some psycho. I-I'd rather have him be dead than be suffering. And, if he did manage to escape, they wouldn't be very happy with him..."

"H-he wasn't with G when he was trying to get away either.... if he was he was in the car that..."

"That what?"

"Crashed..." Calum sighed and leaned against the bed.

"He's dead Ashton... I know it. But do you know what's worse?"

"What?" He asked, feeling a tear slip down his cheek.

"I care, of course I do, but..."

"But what?"

"I don't think I'm in love with him anymore."

"What?" He looked at Ashton and sighed before leaning in quickly and pushing their lips together. Ashton was too shocked to do anything. He loved him, but this felt wrong. He pulled away and looked down at the ground. "Calum I-"

"I know. It's wrong. But I love you, Ash. I love you so much." He sighed and lifted Ashton's gaze to meet his own. "I think I always have..." Ashton sighed and pressed his lips back against the boy's.

"I love you too."