• Chapter Four: Falling Apart At the Seams I never hurt anyone. Not really, anyway. I certainly never went about searching for people to injure. I usually listen to ... I never listen to people, but I also do not go around picking arguments. I will only argue if I am absolutely sure I am right, which I usually am. However, all this makes me wonder; How did this happen? Being the fairly upstanding Irishman that I am, how did it come that I would be so deeply violated by a man who held the face of a trusted friend? What kind of cruel and ironic God would bring this kind of punishment down upon my head? More importantly, just why? Not, 'Why did he kidnap me?' not, 'Why did he molest me so?' just, 'Why me?' That is all I wanted to know... I, the prestigious Artemis Fowl, boy genius and self-proclaimed expert on fairies, was sitting uncomfortably, quite obviously naked and cold, on the rusted grated metal that had long ago began to rub away at the skin of my ass and thighs. How did I fall this low? Where was Butler? Was he looking for me? What about that man? When would he come back? What would he do to me when he did come back? What would I do? What could I do? My mind ran in intracable circles. Meaningless circles that traced and retraced steps already taken. I do not know how many hours I spent like that. I do not know how long I worried and fretted about that man. I do not know if I can describe the feel of disgust that covered my entire body. I just know that, for a small moment in time, I felt vulnerable, terrified, and helpless and I never wanted to feel that way again. It was then, that I really began to loose it. However, I would truly loose it a few circles later... After I got past then, I came to the next then and that man was standing over me again. ((1.)) “All rested up?” he asked me, still wearing his grin of victory. He had full power of me, he was sure of that and I believed it to an extent, as well. “Why that face?” I asked, wanting to know. It had been what hurt the most, more than anything. When all was said and done, I had to look into Butler's face after all that. “Well, that's quite a tale in and of itself, isn't it?” he asked, leaning down and leering at me. He was going to hurt me again. I could tell easily. I shook as quietly as I could, but he still caught it. His grin widened and I had to drop my gaze. I could not stand it, that face. Why in the world would he have that face? “Why?” I asked again. “Well, how about this, little boy, if you do something for me, I'll tell you why I have your bodyguard's face,” he replied, reaching down, grabbing my chin, and forcing it upwards so that I was looking directly into his eyes. My trembling was fully visible by now. “What? What do you want from me that you have not already taken!” I spat, angry now. He had taken such a dear part of me, what else could he possibly want? Would I even be able to give it without breaking? “How about one of the most valuable things a young person like yourself has to give?” he asked, putting it off further, but lowering his face ever closer to mine. “Damn you!” I quite literally spat, forcing him into pulling back fiercely and slapping me hard on the face while he desperately tried to wipe the spit off his face. By that point, I did not really care, but it did calm me down like I supposed he wanted. “What do you want, you bastard?” I asked, still glaring and feeling/tasting the blood pooling in my mouth and running down my chin as I said it. “Your virginity, of course! You're a boy genius, aren't you? Thought you would have figured that one out by now...” he said, looking down his nose at me and sneering. “Not. A. Chance. In. Hell,” I said slowly, emphasizing every word. It was one of the only things I had left. He could not have it! “Hm... No chance, huh?” he said, in mock speculation. “Then how about this,” he hissed, hunching down and grabbing my face again, making the spot where he hit me throb steadily under his hand. “You'll give me your virginity and I'll tell you why I have Butler's face. How does that sound?” he asked, breathing on my face. His breath was absolutely rancid. “And, my other options?” I asked, staying calm. “What other options?” he asked innocently, swiftly pulling a colt .45 from beneath his jacket and putting it to my temple. A pretty direct explanation, if I do say so myself. “And the Princess' reply?” he asked in his sing song voice, letting go of my face, but leaving the gun where it was. I simply bowed my head. He would understand I gave up. I cherished my virginity and the small remainder of my pride that was left with it, but those were not more important than my life at the moment. If I could just survive, I might be able to see their faces again. All those people who made me who I am... “Good boy,” he said, pulling me from my thoughts and removing the gun from my head. “Have a nice nap, then,” he finished pleasantly, smiling falsely, and swiftly pulling a seringe from an inside pocket and shooting me full of sedatives. -Somewhere Off the French Coast Line- Remy Altman sat stiffly on the deck of the snipper ship Excalibur. He had been waiting all day for his boyfriend to call him, but there was no call. There were no text messages and there were no voice mails. This alone would not have rattled him, if it was not for the strange dream he had had the night before. In this dream he had stood stock still and watched as Artemis was raped. He could hear himself screaming, thrashing, clawing at his stationery form, but there was no reaction from himself or his lover. Artemis did not make any noise and he did not beg. He simply cried quietly as that huge man violated every part of him. The look he gave him afterwards, when the man was finished and bloodstained sheets and a broken Artemis were all that remained, made him feel like breaking himself. What was happening? Where was Artemis? That man, why had he looked familiar? Where had he seen him before? He was sure he had seen the rapist just a short while ago, but where... Then, it came to him, right there against the port railing. The man that had picked up Artemis that day. The one Artemis had hidden him from. He was the man who had raped Artemis and covered him in blood and tears. Shit... “Uncle!” Remy cried, leaping from his place on the deck and dashing towards the bridge. “Stop the boat! Dock somewhere, anywhere! It doesn't matter, but I have to get off!” -Location Unknown- Smells like detergent. No, smells like sweat, and blood, and semen. Or, maybe a mix? I was not sure what it smelled like... It did not really matter, as long as I was concentrating on something other than the length pumping inside me, threatening to tear me apart. Like a jabbing knife. Like a thrusting javelin. Like anything painful or unpleasant that you have felt in your life. Just pain and a violence that fills you to brimming and leaves not, but empty space. I laid there, completely prone, absolutely exposed on starched white sheets. My ankles were high in the air, dangling over his shoulders. He grunted as he shoved in and out, his hands gripping my thighs so as to leave a horrible red mark. My wrists were suspended above my head, to one of the headboard's bars with wire. There was a deep blood stain there on the top of the pillow from all the movement I was doing. Blood was also running down my back from where we met. He had had the kindness to wear a condom, but had not cared enough to use anything that would smooth his entry. Therefore, I was thoroughly torn from within. Blood also ran from my chest, where he had bitten my nipples, hard. Of course, there was the dried blood, as well, on my face from where he hit me many times. “Umph,” he grunted down at me. “You're so tight. Delicious.” I did not reply. I stared determinedly at the stain on the wall that looked terribly close to feces. I was not making any facial expressions. I knew that, because I knew I would have felt the dried blood crack if I had. I also had not been making any noise, though I might have been screaming under the deafening roar of our bodies moving the rusted bedsprings. I might as well have been a mannequin or a blow-up doll, if it was not for the tears running down my face. “Ah! Damn!” he exclaimed, cumming inside me and making me jolt and grimace (the blood cracked and my grunt practically echoed). I did not know if I could take it. I did not know if I had. Had I made it through, or was there more? I did not remember all that I was supposed to do, just that he was going to hurt me. That is all I knew for sure. “Sigh. Seriously, delicious...” the man trailed off as he pulled out and wiped himself off, smiling to himself as he did so. “You don't look happy, though. Did you not enjoy yourself, Princess?” he asked, laughing as he plopped down next to me and stared into my eyes in a mockery of after-glow. I tried to hold back the quiver in my voice, but in the end I could not even form a sentence. Just, “No... I... hate... no...” “I see. Well, it's my turn to return my part of the bargain right? ((1.)) You still want to know, right?” he questioned, mocking me again. I could not tell you what his expression was, though. I had had my face hidden in my shoulder, refusing to look at that face. Finally, at this, I moved my head in an affirmative nod, hoping he would not ask for more than that. “All right, then,” he said, leaning down to nip at my ear before whispering into it, “I used to work with him a good twenty years ago. It's because of him that my wife is dead. Now, it's my turn to torture his lover ((2.)). But, that doesn't really explain my face, huh?” he said, pulling away. He sat back and I pulled my head out from behind my shoulder. Was he going to explain his face or not? If he did not, then I really might break. That, or kill myself. After a moment, he reached up to his neck and pulled at the skin there. Shit. He pulled away his face in a huge layer to reveal a very different face beneath. “Much better, don't you think?” he asked, laughing as he discarded the mask into the corner. I could not help it, I started to sob. I could not take it. I really could not. It was then that I realized he had finally broken me. - - - - - Authoress Note: Myep, there was the long awaited sex scene and brain snap. You had to know it was coming. Like any respectable uke could survive a kidnapping and rape! This was also a short chapter and that makes me sad in my heart. However, I now actually have a basic storyline. You might have noticed how this started out very cute and adorable, then suddenly turned dark? There's a vague reason for that. I needed a storyline and that was my favorite one for the moment. Until next time! Much love, Sleepy. 1.)) Don't worry, it's not some cliché evil twin thingie. Hee... As cliché as the rest of this fanfic... goes off to sulk 2.)) Oh yeah, you know how all the yaoi pairings are of Artemis and Butler. That's where that comes from. Since I'm afraid I might not explain this later, here it is! Mr. Abductor was able to easily see that Butler is more to Artemis than just a bodyguard. He is also aware that both Artemis and Butler are gay ... Or, at least, bi. ...I'll explain the gay Butler thing in much later chapters, maybe. Therefore, he came to his own conclusion that Artemis is Butler's lover. Only time will tell if he was right or not...

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