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So I forgot about these but my amazing younger sister made these sketches for me back in 2019. So shout to my favorite artist smolbeanie https://instagram.com/thesmolbeanie?igshid=1g7689d16sogl
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Sirenade: Chapter Ten
Good afternoon everyone and welcome to Sirenade once more. Thank you to everyone who enjoys reading. I’ve enjoyed this fandom and I look forward to writing even after Sirenade is done. This week’s chapter is focusing on our little cliffhanger from
Chapter 7, again there are mentions of death I'm not sure if it classifies as suicide, but like last chapter it just a warning. So hope you enjoy this week’s chapter and as always Stay Tuned!
Start: Prologue
Previous: Chapter 9
Next: Chapter 11
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Chapter 10
“Gotcha!” Smitty, completely out of breath has used most of his energy to reach John before he’d been unable to catch him. While using the remaining energy to keep himself and John from plunging into the steep drop down the cliff. Even though the position he had to hold was hurting him, Smitty was going to hold it for as long as he could. “As much as I’d like to hang out this isn’t very uncomfortable. Help me pull you up.”
Smitty tried to pull John up with all his strength without losing his balance and position, but with John not having any way of help pull himself up their efforts were useless. With every movement, Smitty could feel himself being dragged down with John. If he didn’t think of something soon then this wasn’t going to end well. “Smitty stop!”
John’s protest startled Smitty causing him to slightly loosen his grip on John. Immediately he tightened his hold on John before looking down at his best friend. “What do you mean stop I’m pulling you up if it kills me.”
Again Smitty tried to haul and tug John by his arms in an attempt to heave back onto a stable surface, but no matter how determined Smitty was in saving John he physically didn’t have the strength to do it. The more Smitty thought about how severe the situation was. The more Smitty eyes slowly began to fill up with tears, and the weaker his grip became.
“Smit! Stop, please. It’s no use. To think I brought you up here just to-”
“No, I won’t let you give up. Let alone die! We can get help, just don’t do this John.”
Didn’t know what was worse, having his best friend telling him to let him fall and die, or that his usual childlike attitude had been replaced by a distraught weeping creature holding the only witness that had seen this side of him over a cliff.
“I’d rather it be me than you. Besides, what good would it be if we were both dead.” John gave Smitty a heavy-hearted smile followed by a playful yet tearful wink before pressing his dull nails into Smitty’s wrists. The sudden and unexpected action caused Smitty to wince from the pain which released his tight grasp just enough for John to break himself free from it. As quickly as his body was able to react he tried to reach for John again. However, this time he wasn’t fast enough just barely missing his painted fingertips before John fell straight down the cliff only causing a microscopic ripple in the flood tidal waves that crashed into the sediments.
“John!” Smitty’s cry echoed through the forest as half his upper body dangled out from the cliff, his sobs barely heard through the claps of seafoam eroding the surface. Smitty hesitated on his decision on how to save John knowing it wouldn’t take long before the currents would carry him out to sea, but he couldn't outweigh the logical answer from his anxiety. Worried that even after rescuing John, his best friend would reject the idea of monstrous appearance. With his thoughts clouding his main priority, he finally pushed all of his anxiety and logic and picked a worthy option.
Without a second thought, Smitty ran in the direction of the village. Once he felt his distance was acceptable he sprinted towards the overhang of the mountain, pushing off the end with all of his strength, and diving straight into the rising tides. Just as he was about to enter the water Smitty’s legs were replaced with his sapphire and ruby scaled covered appendage. Allowing for his entrance to leave him unharmed. Swiftly he swam through the multi-colored coral trying to spot for any signs of John.
Trapped between the coral and rocks floated John’s lifeless body taking in unhealthy amounts of seawater. Smitty pushed and maneuvered around the obstacles, grabbed John’s unresponsive limbs, dragged him up towards the surface. He wasted no time in hauling himself and John between the rocks to remain hidden and out of sight.
Fuck how do they do this again?!
Smitty placed both of his hands on John's chest and began to press down in attempts to remove the water from his lungs or to get him breathing again. Smitty had learned the maneuver he remembered to be called CPR, but didn’t pay attention to Tyler when teaching him the technique. Something he was regretting right now, and when John still wasn’t moving Smitty quickly settled one hand on the back of John’s head and his other hand closed his nose. Without haste, Smitty planted his lips onto John’s giving amounts of oxygen.
Please let this work
John’s lips twitched under his own, startlingly him when John turned to his side and began to hurl out the large amounts of saltwater trapped his lungs. Smitty sighed in relief seeing John was alive, he wiped away his tears and enveloped in John in a rapid hug.
“I think I just died.” Smitty laughed at his best friend as he too clasped onto Smitty accepting the embrace. “No, I think I did die.”
Smitty gave John a puzzled look about to ask him about his sudden statement but stopped himself when he felt a hand on his scaly limb. He had been so caught up in the situation that he’d forgotten to shift back. “No, this...this is real John.”
“Nuh, prove it. Pinch me.”
“I’ll do you one better.” Smitty proceeds to punch John in the arm. The older male flinched and rubbed the spot Smitty hit. John’s eyes widened with confusion then shifted to curiosity the more he inspected Smitty. Even though Smitty was overjoyed that John hadn’t drowned he couldn’t shake off the overwhelming anxiety as neither proceeded to speak.
“It’s pretty.”
“W-what?” Smitty felt his embarrassment as John continued to inspect him. Still, waiting for the rejection as his heart raced with emotions, yet John didn't seem like he was afraid of Smitty. Quite the opposite his emotions reflected excitement and interest, not rage and fear.
“Is this what you’ve been hiding from me?” Smitty nodded.
“Why?”
“I thought you’d hate me…. I don’t know. I didn’t know what to expect. The only thing I knew was that I didn’t want you to hate me for being this.” Smitty felt his tears return as the thought about the possibilities of John refusing to laugh with him, to talk to him, to look at him.
“Smit you could never do that. I care about you too much, you’ve made this town feel like home again.” John offered Smitty a small loving smile which he returned. “And I feel something else for you too…”
Smitty cocked his eyebrow as watched John’s eyes flicker to his lips. His gaze reconnected with Smitty’s baffled look. His face drew closer slowly eliminating the space between them. Smitty’s cheek burned as John closed the gap between them, their lips brushed each other before connecting. Sparks of passion, lust, and comfort filled the atmosphere as their lips captured every moment together. Even as they broke away from each other Smitty found himself chasing after John in a desire to keep their fire lit. John’s forehead rested onto Smitty’s “Love.”
His breaths were rapid as he attempted to recover from their endearment, heat trailed throughout his body as John’s words sunk in. “I-”
“Well well well what do we ‘ave ‘ere?”
Both individuals jumped at the new voice and turned in the direction it came from. There above the rocks stood a middle-aged man holding a large net. Just his presence sent shivers throughout Smitty’s body he grasped onto John for safety ready to escape into the ocean.
“I guess I got lucky today Ah've managed to find a real siren.” As Smitty pulled John towards the ocean the man jumped from where he stood and ran straight towards John punching him right under his jaw. The impact was so callous John fell to the ground unconscious before Smitty could reach John the older man punched Smitty on the side of his head. Knocking him to the ground as well and as he faded in and out of consciousness he tried to cry out for John, but couldn’t find his voice due to the impact. The man threw him into the large net even with Smitty fighting with every possible fiber in his body. It was no use though the man began to drag the net away from John and the ocean. With the little strength, Smitty had he wiped away the tears that streamed down his eyes, panicking as the man had pulled them away from what he loved most and what he needed most.
~*~
“Man the festival never gets old.” Nogla cheerfully exclaimed as Craig followed in behind him and Lui. Both proceed into the back area of Panda’s brewery before Lui came out with a glass and bottle for him.
“How’d you like the festival Mini?” Craig shrugged as he opened the bottle and filled his glass to the brim. “It’s like every year, but I like it.”
“Like how you like Tyler.” Lui casually said, and as blunt as his comment was it spoke the truth about Craig’s emotions. He attempted to form a sentence unable to due to his flustered behavior. He hardly noticed that someone had entered the brewery, or that he’d almost knocked his glass off the table, or that certain someone who sat next to him was Tyler and he had caught the glass before it split any of its contents.
“I do not like him!”
“Who?” Craig froze up at the voice he knew exactly who that voice belonged to. He only prayed he hadn’t heard Lui’s statement.
“N-No one!” Craig shoot up grabbing the glass from Tyler’s hands and drinking half of it without stopping. He placed his glass back on to the wooden bar, adjusting his glasses before turning back to Tyler who had a puzzled yet relaxed look. Craig smiled back at him hoping he hid his pink tint well enough for Tyler to not notice.
Can he get any hotter?
“Oh hey, Tyler how was your night?” Nogla walked out from the back with a bottle of whiskey and three shot glasses.
“Great, Watching you two dance around the town square. You don’t know how to dance, do you?" Tyler’s laugh echoed through the empty brewery. Eventually dying down as he grabbed the drank the shot.
“Like you’re any better?” Lui shouted from the back area. Nogla chuckled as he remembered the night’s events. What an evening they had enjoyed.
“I think I did pretty good.”
“Well, why don’t you ask your partner?” Tyler turned towards Craig awaiting his response. The younger male shot Lui a glare before speaking up.
“You were fantastic.” Craig could have sworn Tyler's face glowed red, but it could have been his eyes playing tricks on him.
“See?” Tyler drank another shot.
“No, but my night was pretty great. I even got this chick’s number. Might give her a call later.” Those words shattered Mini’s heart. He didn’t want to hear the rest of the conversation. He wanted to leave, but he couldn’t move. He felt Lui and Noglas’ eyes on him maybe even Tyler noticed how he tensed up at his sentence. As Tyler continued to talk to Nogla about this person Lui talked to Craig in a low tone trying to avoid drawing Tyler’s attention.
“You ok?” Craig nodded. How could he not? Sure he was happy Tyler had found someone, but why did it hurt so much?
“If it hurts this much then you should tell him Mini.”
“It’s better this way. I couldn’t do that to him. Not to Kelly.” Lui’s eyes saddened as he spoke of her. They both looked at Tyler as he laughed with Nogla about the evening’s events. Either noticing Craig’s disappearance from the bar or that he’d left the brewery.
If I told him the only thing I’d feel is guilt.
Craig walked towards the docks and onto the beach. He breathed in trying to forget what Tyler had said, placing his focus on their evening together. Dancing and enjoying the festival together, how happy it made him feel, but that was just a memory in the distance. After all, how could Tyler love someone like him? He’d been avoiding the truth for so long it felt he’s been lying to him.
He shook his head to retreat the thoughts back into his mind. He slowly entered the shallow water and dove into the ocean. Exchanging his legs for an apricot-colored tail shining brightly through the sea as he swam past the coral and rocks sitting peacefully on the sand. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted something else that shone in the sea. With curiosity on his mind rather than caution, he drifted closer to the object. Slowly he picked it up and inspected the metal, then all of a sudden a net buried in the sand swallowed him. In a panic he dropped the hook only for it to be jerked by the captor, causing it to sink into Craig’s appendage. He let out a cry calling out to anyone or anything that was out there.
But no one came.
His captor pulled harder and harder as Craig struggled against him, but with the hook creating more and more agony. It made his attempts weaker and weaker. Eventually, the one who caught him pulled him up onto a boat. They hoisted him onto the boat making his pain even more gruesome. After successfully throwing him on the boat his head banged the bottom of the boat causing his captor to let out a heavy laugh.
“What a catch!” Craig couldn’t even look at his subduer as he fell into an unconscious state. The boat rowed onto the shore, and the man dragged prize right into the forest
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Sirenade: Chapter Eight
Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, I hope you’ve had a wonderful weekend. I just recently came back from my trip so sorry for the inactivity, and apologize for the extremely late chapter last week. Hopefully, that will never happen again..starting next week. Now for the literal cliffhanger, I left in the last chapter I hope you can forgive the anxiety that I gave y’all. Sadly this chapter isn’t about that, but as always Stay Tuned! For next week’s chapter. This chapter is a whopping eight paper (ironic right) so enjoy, also as for this chapter, it’s important to know that I do not support the terrible events that occur in this chapter. This chapter and next chapter will contain hate crimes, so read at your own risk. Again I’m sorry…
Start: Prologue
Previous: Chapter 7
Next: Chapter 9
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Chapter 8
Ryan carefully watched as Brock lead Brian to the beach. He knew exactly what Brock was going to do, after all, he was the one who talked him into coming tonight. He just hoped he did the right thing.
“Moo?” Ryan called out to his friend as he searched the cavern knowing he was hiding from the surface’s activity. Finally in a small pocket between the rocks laid a curled up, Brock playing with his array of scales that covered his fins. Brock’s fingers slowly sweep the smooth surface as it transitioned from a soft coral to light saffron over and over again. “Moo?”
“Hmm?” A small hum came from his friend as he continued to lay in the cramp retreat. Ryan couldn’t bare to see his friend mope around during such a joyous time. He wanted nothing more than for his friend to join, especially since he knew a certain someone deserved an explanation. As much as it pained him to pry at Brock he had grown him pushing away his chances of happiness. This had to end or Brock was going to lose everything.
“You can’t hide here forever you know.” Brock made no movements, no sound to indicate that he cared about attending. So Ryan pulled out the ultimate card. “Brian was really worried when he ran out on him. He came to me in a panic thinking the reason you ran was because of him.”
Brock stopped moving his fingers, Ryan could see his breathing had begun to pick up. He hated that he had to play this way, but Brock needed this. By now Brock knew what he was playing at, so Ryan had to play this smart. “Oh?”
“He told me to tell you he was sorry for making you uncomfortable and if you needed anyone to talk to his door was always open. He understands if you hate him for what he said.”
“I don’t hate him!” Brock quickly sat up as Ryan had finished his sentence. Brock’s eyes widened with fear, and as much as he hated seeing his best friend at the brink of tears. He didn’t stop.
“He thinks you do and I can’t tell him that for you Moo.”
“I know I just I can’t be there. I-it just feels....”
“You can’t keep running Brock. You’re going to lose him.” Brock looked away from Ryan to hide his shame. He was doing this for his friends own good.
Right?
“It feels too much like home! OK? You wouldn’t understand, you made a mistake and it worked in your favor. Now you have Luke, but I can’t afford to lose Brian! Screw you for pulling this card!” Bubbles floated out of Brock’s eyes as he continued his cry. “You don’t get it, Ohm…”
“Then make me understand because I want to understand Moo.” Brock looked down bubbles of tears still floating out of his eyes. “I’m tired of seeing you like this every year… If you can’t tell me then talk to Brian. At least give him an explanation. If you love him, then talk to him or you’re going to lose him.” Ryan placed his hands on Brock’s shoulders as he too began to feel tears swell up in his own eyes. Here sat his best friend at his most vulnerable state he’d ever seen, but Ryan could see he needed this push more than anything. “Think it over, ok?”
With that, he swam out of the gap hidden between the rocks, just as his tail left the crack Brock stopped him by grabbing his silver fins. Ryan turned back to him before being engulfed into a hug. Ryan accepted it and hovered in the cavern as Moo weep tears. He sobbed as everything he had kept hidden from his friends spilled out of his mouth, and Ohm listened to every word. Eventually, Brock had finished his story (which brought Ryan to tears about halfway through), before letting him go giving him comforting smile.
“It’s your decision. Do you what you think is right.” As Ryan slowly made his way towards the exit Brock once again stopped him.
“Why did you expect Luke’s date? You had a choice to change your fate right, then why let someone new off the hook so easily?” Ohm stopped dead in his tracks. Not because he didn’t want to answer, but it surprised him Brock would ask this type of question. He thought Brock was rooting for him and Luke.
“I don’t know it just felt...right.”
“Ohmie? You ok?” Ryan’s attention came back to Cartoonz before he offered him a reassuring smile.
“I’m fine. I’m just thinking.” Luke processes to wrap his arms around Ryan causing a surprising sound to escape his mouth. He accepts the hug as warmth radiates off of Luke. Brock’s question kept circling in his mind. What did he see in Luke? He’s a merman and Luke’s just a human. Why did Ryan trust him so easily, what would he think about his vulnerability? The more Ryan thought about it, the more the feeling of anxiety began to fill his mind.
“Luke, can we go somewhere more private?” Luke settled his face in Ryan’s neck. His breathing tickled Ryan’s neck before he reluctantly removed himself from Ohm. Ohm abandoned their seating area as he dragged Cartoonz away from the festival atmosphere.
“Is this far enough?” Ryan couldn’t make eye contact with Luke, he had to do this. It was everyone’s safety including Luke’s. Ryan merely nodded his head. “What are you planning on doing to me Ohmie?”
Luke snaked his way into a comfortable position on Ryan, but Ryan couldn’t get any more attached. It was the right thing to do even if it felt so wrong. “This has to end, it’s for your own good”
Ryan sensed Luke tense up around him. He felt as if his heartbeat was giving away his lie, but it was the truth. He was putting Luke in danger it was for the best. “What?”
“I can’t put your life at risk. Our worlds shouldn’t mix. I’m sorry, but it’s the right thing to do.”
“Bullshit.” There was venom in Cartoonz’s words. He knew he’d been caught in a lie, but he continued to play it off.
This is for the best.
“I’m sorry, but as much as this was working. I can’t put you in any more danger.”
“Why all of a sudden? We’re happy together, aren’t we? Was it something I did?” Ryan continued to avoid eye contact with Luke. He refused to make this any harder by seeing the one he loved to cry, because of him.
“It’s not you, it’s me. I’m not human Toonzy this won’t work no matter what way we try.”
“That’s a load of bull and you know it. You support Brock and Brian’s attempt at a relationship so why can’t you do the same for us?”
“Brock is nothing like me. He has freedom.”
“And you don’t?” He hesitantly shook his head. Afraid of making Luke even angrier than he already sounded. Head down in shame and eyes swelling with tears. Both stood in silence waiting for the other to respond. “You have the right to make a choice Ohm. Why are you holding back?”
“Poseidon…” Ryan’s tears fell down his face as he spoke the god’s name knowing he couldn’t avoid the truth any longer. Like he told Brock about Brian he owed Luke an explanation, however that was all he could say about his limited freedom. As much as it broke his heart he wasn’t going to let Cartoonz be taken from him. Not if he could help it.
“And what about that spark from when we first met? That wasn’t an accident.”
“I-I don’t k-know what to t-think *hic* Toonzy, b-but I-I *hic* have t-to let you g-go. Even-n if I *hic* hate this.” He attempted to stop his sobs but only made him seem more pathetic and weaker in front of the man he had desperately fallen in love with. Cartoonz had his fists clenched by his side causing Ohm to become fearful of his actions. Instead, Cartoonz unclenched his fists, walked towards Ohm, carefully setting his hands on Ohm’s face before attaching his own to Ohm’s. Ryan cried even harder knowing how much more painful his departure was going to be.
Ryan wanted the embrace to last forever. He didn’t want to let him go. The tears never threatened to stop falling down his face as they continued the connection. Soon Luke started his stream of tears as their kiss became more passionate. Both wanting it to last forever, eventually, it was time to let go. Luke break their contact as their forehead rested on each other, and allowing one another to catch their breath. Ryan didn’t want to let go.
“I’ll wait. I know this can work, but you have to be strong Ohm. I’m not gonna let you go so easily.” With that Cartoonz placed a kiss on his forehead as he loosened his grip on Ohm. Ryan resisted the urge to hold on as Luke turned his back towards Ryan, and walked back to the festival. Ryan collapsed on the ground with an overwhelming emotion of guilt and heartache, but it was the only option he had.
Right?
~*~
“Moo Moo I think we’re far enough. Would you slow down?” Brian could care less that he was being dragged to who knows where. All he cared about was Brock, however, he could tell the smaller male had no intention of stopping until he’d reached his destination. Soon the woods that surrounded the town had begun to transition into the seaside, eventually leading them into the shore. “Why bring me ‘ere?”
“I’d prefer to talk to you without all the noise. I wanted to apologize for what happened yesterday I owe you-”
“You don’t owe me anythin’. It was my fault, not yours. You shouldn’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” Brian didn’t want to force Brock to do anything and he wanted Brock to always remember that.
“But I want to tell you. I’m tired of running.” Brock fidgeted shyly with his thumbs waiting for Brian to answer. Brian stared at Brock with shock, yet he found pride that he’d found the courage to trust him. Together they sat down on the cool sand while listening to the peaceful tides that rolled on the beach.
“I didn’t run away because of you. It’s because the festival reminds me too much of home. We use to have one every year and it gave me so many memories as I attended it each year with my family and my...girlfriend. I had gotten into trouble with their rules before, such as not helping outsiders, but one day I crossed the line. I saved a little girl from drowning which pissed them off more than ever before. Saying I had put them in enough danger, so they ordered me to leave. No one defended me, not even her. Agreeing with the leader about my carelessness with keeping us safe. I tried to tell them that wasn’t the case, but they threatened to do worse if I didn’t leave. So I did and well I’m sure you remember the rest. The same day you came to Evernor was the same day I arrived.” Brian eyes never left Brock’s face as his expressions shifted with each word he spoke. When Brock smiled as he remembered their meeting three years ago. It warmed his heart as he too remembered the memories they’d created from that day forth.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I just didn’t want you to run away. I know it’s strange, but believe me, I hated their rules. Probably why I broke them so easily. I know I can never go back, but I don’t care this is my home.” Brock’s hazel eyes gazed upon Brian’s own. He swore the stars that shone brightly in the night sky could be seen in those beautiful pools of copper. Brock had told Brian his story, so Brian felt it was time to tell him his own.
“You know I didn’t come to Evernor for the quiet countryside. I’m runnin’ from somethin’ or technically someone. Like you, I had someone special who I thought was the one I’d spend the rest of my life with, but slowly they turned for the worst. Soon they started to do things that you wouldn’t do to someone you loved, until one day I had enough. I broke up with ‘er and left, but she wouldn’t leave me alone, attempted everythin’ to get me back, even started attackin’ some of my female friends. So I filed a restraining order and moved ‘ere. It’s been three years since I’ve visited Ireland and my family, but it’s for the best. They understand it’d only put me in danger.” Brock’s face had softened during Brian’s story. They both been through some rough shit, but they had each other.
“Brian?”
“Hmm?” The sea breeze that passed through allowed them to relax even more as they grew closer to each other.
“I didn’t just bring you to the beach to tell you my tragic tale. I wanted to tell you something else well more like show you something, but I’m not sure you’re going to...react.” Fear began to swim in those brown eyes. Specks of anxiety had clouded the pupils of their usual kind glint. Brian sweetly smiled at Brock.
“Brocky whatever it is I won’t be mad. Promise. Again you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to”
Brock hesitated, playing with the grains of sand that had collected in the palm of his hands. “I wanted to tell you that I’m...I’ma-”
“`Cuse me?” A new rough voice had made itself known to the two men. Brian recognized that Dublin accent immediately.
“Hello, again Mr.Cutter. What’re you doing out ‘ere? Should you be enjoyin’ the festival.” Brian felt Brock’s hand wrap around his own. A habit he’d only did when he was afraid, but what could Brock possibly be afraid of?
“Call me Stan Mr.Hanby. Nah me an’ the boys are more interested in fishin' tonight.”
“‘At this hour there aren’t many fish out. Might wanna try your luck tomorrow mornin’.”
“Not dose cods we mean siren huntin’.” Brock’s hand quickly squeezed Brian’s finger as the large male spoke those words. The more this conversation had continued the more Brian could feel Brock’s anxiety levels rising.
What's bothering you, Brock?
“You won’t know anythin' about dem right?” Both of the younger males shook their heads as Brock’s hands had fully held Brian’s very own. “You said you were Irish right?” The confusion was seen on Brian’s face as he cocked his eyebrow whilst confirming Stan’s statement.
“Don’t you feel disgusted? Bein’ Irish means bein’ catholic, so why do you allow dat?” He gestured at the contact between Brock’s hand and his. Brian stood their ground, this guy was starting to piss him off.
“You were making him uncomfortable.”
“Is dat so, tell me fairy why you so afraid? Why are you hidin’?” Brock said nothing he only coward behind Brian as Stan started to approach them. Both slowly grew closer to each other as they slowly stepped further away from the danger.
“Don't worry we'll fix dis problem won't we boys?” Just as the situation could get any worse two other (from what Brian remembers his brothers) walked out of the woods carry supplies they’d brought from his store. Rope, cloth, nets and a wheelbarrow. Whatever they were planning Brian only grow worried for both him and Brock.
“Brock when I say run. I want you to run and don’t look back. These guys have lost their minds” Brian whispered in Brock’s direction as Brock’s hand was practically squeezing the life out of Brian’s.
“But I can’t-”
“Don’t argue just do it.”
“Tie ‘em up.” As Stan gave his command the two brothers began to bolt towards them. Brian knew what he had to do to protect Brock.
“RUN!” Brock sprinted in the opposite of Brian as he ran towards the two massive males. Without weapons, Brian did his best to distract them from his running friend. They did a number on his ribs, but Brian didn’t back down. Eventually, they overpowered him beating and kicking what they could without killing him.
“I remember your name from somewhere...oh right Brian Hanby or does Terroriser rin’ a bell? De love of your life has been searchin' for you, just wait till she gets 'er 'ands on you.” A bubbly Irish cackle exploded into the air. It sent shivers down his spine at the mention of her name.
As long as Brock got away.
He laughed at the nickname. “Haven’t heard that name in a while. Where’d ya ‘ere it?”
“That’s not important right now we have plans for-”
“Get away from him!” Brian's heart spiked in fear. As a figure had hit the three men with full force in the head with a blunt object. It was Brock he’d come back for him.
Idiot!
He didn’t care if his body screamed for him to just give up struggling, he wasn’t going to let them hurt him. “You have to warn the others!”
“I’m not leaving you they were going to-“ Brock stopped mid-sentence as he fell on top of Brian groaning in pain. The oldest of the three men kicked Brock in the head causing Brian to panic at the unmoving body laying on top of him.
“Brock-” Before Brian could attempt to yell for help both boys were gagged and tied up leaving them defenseless. Brian struggled, kicked and muffled profanities at the three men before one pulled him by the hair.
“Keep strugglin’ and we’ll kill ‘em.” He sharply twisted his head towards Brock as the smaller male attempted to put up a fight. Reluctantly Brian stopped fighting as he watched them load Brock on to a small rowboat, followed by two small boulders, the rope, and finally him. He had landed with a hard thud as the biggest of the three had thrown him aboard.
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