Abducted (MxM)

Chapter 1

                 Tears filled his eyes as he was yet again dragged from his chambers to The Room. The hand on his upper arm was unrelenting, probably leaving angry red marks as usual. He heard Kurt sneer as he tripped over debris and he winced as he was backhanded. He had gotten used to the violence after all these years and was thankful that the punishment for his clumsiness had been just a backhanded slap. His sunken cheek throbbed in pain and his lip was split, he could taste the blood in it.

                “Hurry. You have 5 minutes.” Kurt told him curtly as he was pushed into The Room, the door locking behind him.

                The sight made him want to puke the scant food he was given at his daily meal. It was a teen girl this time. She had blonde curly hair which was now matted with her blood. Her green eyes stared lifelessly at him. Her mouth was open in an eternal scream of pain and anguish and he gagged as he noticed the lack of a tongue. She had been pretty and he was painfully reminded of his once dear friend Cathleen. Surely she had turned into a beautiful girl herself. The thought brought tears to his eyes. His friends… he missed them so much, even after these hopeless long 4 years. He had given up long ago at being found, they probably thought him dead, hell, they probably wouldn’t even recognize him. Due to Kurt’s psychic skill he was able to make other people perceive him differently and anyway, lately he had restricted him to the building, not even dragging him along anymore. He was there just to obey and do his work. He was thin due to the two scarce meals he got daily; lunch and dinner only, his frame frail and weak. His once flaming red hair now the color of dull flames, matted with a week’s grime just like his pale skin covered with layers of dirt.

                He set to work before Kurt came back, dutifully burning the remains of the latest victim. His heart went out to the victim and the victim’s family. Even after all these years he couldn’t help feeling hurt at the thought of how Kurt’s next victim was going to suffer. And yet, unfortunately, he had never gotten used to the state the remains would be in after he was done with them.

*

                “Kelly Parkley; 17 years old. Another one missing. It’s the 3rd one this month!” Cathleen winced as the table went flying against the wall. Damon paced around the room, fuming.

                “Calm down, Damon.” Their squad leader, Laura, urged, still sitting calmly on her chair. She was wearing her usual leather bodysuit and was frowning in deep thought.

                “He’s fucking toying with us!” and there goes the table.

                “Damon.” Laura warned curtly and with a huff Damon sat down, begrudgingly.

                The door slammed open and in came Barry with an urgent look.

                “We’ve got evidence!” and as quick as that everyone was shuffling out of the room.

*

                “Think you’ll be able to see anything?” Laura asked Aaron as they all sat in the Evidence Room. The victim’s purse had been found not far from where she had been abducted.

                “I’ll try.” Aaron replied, taking a deep breath. Leaning forward he grabbed the purse with his gloved hands. He gasped as images assaulted him.

               He was walking down the street. It was dark… night, maybe? He was hurrying somewhere… home? He halted as a man entered his vision, his features invisible due to the darkness. He was asking him for directions. He heard the victim’s voice supplying directions to the man and watched as the man departed. He glanced by chance at the bench of the park not too far away, a boy was sitting in it, his clothes dirty and tattered and he was staring at him/her. Dark circles surrounded the boy’s dull green eyes and he felt a shiver go through his body. He quickened his pace and all of a sudden he was falling on the ground, his head throbbing immensely. He blinked blearily as the man the victim had previously given directions leaned over the body, picking the victim’s body up. His gaze wandered around in dazed pain. The boy was now next to them, watching him/her and he belatedly realized that there were tear tracks on his dirty cheeks, fresh tears falling from his eyes. He blacked out.