Among the Enemy (Ryden)

The Rumors Are True

Brendon normally spent his time in his room while his family were together. His parents didn't like having him around because of what he was. Everyone in town knew what he liked to do. He couldn't help it though. If he could change it, he would.

Now, he was crouched in the corner of his closet with his hands over his mouth to keep any noise from coming out. Now, his family was paying the price of his malfunction. He heard about this group and what they did. He didn't believe it at first. How could someone be so cruel?

He flinched and squeezed his eyes shut when a gun shot sounded through the house. He tried to slow his breathing and stop his shaking when another shot rang in his ears. He swallowed the lump in his throat as tears decorated his cheeks. His body jerked with another fire.

They were looking for him and he knew that. He let out a weak whimper when he heard heavy boots coming up the stairs. How was he going to get out of this? He could handle getting jumped by his classmates after school, but they never had a gun.

The steps inched closer until they stopped outside his room. The door creaked open. Brendon tried to make himself as small as possible even though he knew it was pointless. The closet door swung open and his clothes were pushed out of the way.

Before Brendon could react, a pair of hands grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him out of his hiding spot. He was tossed across the floor, hitting his bed in the process. Brendon scrambled into a seated position, his back pressed against his bed.

His eyes traveled up the uniformed man towering over him. As much as he wanted to deny the rumors about what was being done to his 'kind', he couldn't deny the man standing in front of him.

"Brendon Urie." The man's deep voice gave Brendon an uneasy feeling. "Under the order of Dylan Price, you are being relocated to Summerlin for correction." Brendon's heart was ready to beat out of his chest. If the rumors were anything to go by, correction was far from painless.

There were people out there who didn't like people like Brendon. There were people like Brent Wilson who only sent Brendon home with bruises. Then, there were people like Dylan Price who made people like Brendon disappear. He shook his head causing the man to frown.

"I'd listen if I were you. Don't wanna make things worse for yourself, do you?"

"Where's my family?" Brendon whimpered, not wanting to believe what was going on.

"They're waiting. I'll take you to them." Brendon kept his eyes locked with the man for a second. Before he let himself think, he got up and ran out the door. He didn't get far before he was slammed face first against the hallway wall.

The man's body was pressed against Brendon's. Brendon started tearing up when he felt the man's hardening dick being pushed against his ass. He was hoping this was all just a bad dream and he'll wake up soon.

"I bet you like this don't you? A filthy whore like yourself loves being put in this position." Brendon would shake his head if the man didn't have a fist full of his hair to keep his head pinned against the wall.

Guess these rumors were true too. 'Straight' men taking advantage of people like Brendon to show his inferiority. Brendon never understood the logic of the situation. Men like his captor didn't see it as wrong because they were still in the dominant position.

Brendon's body shivered when he felt the man's breath against his neck. A foreign hand came to the cup his ass. Brendon squirmed but could barely move in his position. He felt his panic heighten when he felt the tug at his jeans.

Out of pure terror, Brendon managed to get an arm free to elbow the man in the gut. For a split second, the pressure against him lessened. He used it as his opportunity to pull himself free and hurry down the hall.