Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Before the End ❯ 1. Making Friends ( Chapter 1 )

I couldn't stand the smell of that place. If I wasn't being raped or beaten or whipped, then that horrible smell was stinging my nose. I spent the majority of the day's hours curled up in the corner of the small, empty cell with my eyes sealed shut and a hand over my nose. Like every other prisoner in the camp, I was completely naked, and my hair had been shaved off to a buzz cut. My body was constantly covered in bruises and scars, and of course the scrapes on my back from when I'd been whipped. I was ten years old at the time they brought him in and threw him into the cell next to me, two days before my next birthday, and he was the best birthday present I'd ever received.

 

I no longer spent the days hunched in the corner, cold, alone and in pain. I could sit for hours on end with my ear to the wall, me fingers squeezed under the tiny crack between our cells. He would talk to me in a soft voice, and he would gently pet my fingers. He would talk about the end of the war and how things were in the real world, it sounded fantastic but I never spoke back. We weren't aloud to communicate with each other, and I didn't want to get whipped, but he didn't seem to care about that. It pained me to hear his screams from his cell as they gave him seven lashes every time he was caught speaking to me through the wall. But he always came back after they were gone and continued to describe an unbelievably wonderful world free from this place. I cried when I heard him scream, and I could feel tears of two men sting my eyes when I was raped. He was the only thing I'd ever had my entire life, and I loved him.

 

“Wake up call, whore,” I felt the point of a shoe jab into my ribs and coughed, my dry throat stung. I woke up with my fingers still under the wall, but I couldn't feel then being stroked. I shook when I turned to him and saw the way he was looking at me. There were only two reasons the Snake ever came into anyone's cell I'd come to realize. First, if I had done something wrong, or if he randomly felt like having a ride, I wasn't sure which I liked less.

 

“Please, sir,” I gagged, hugging his leg tightly. “I'm so thirsty, I haven't had any water in two days,” I begged, kissing his shin, knowing I was completely at his mercy.

 

“Let go of my leg you stupid fuck, you'll get your water when I'm finished, on your hands and knees,” He snapped, kicking me off of him. I rolled over, I was too tired for this, too hungry, why hadn't they been feeding us? I climbed onto my knees slowly, hearing him fiddling behind me with his pants. I finally caught me balance and kept my arms and legs stiff, only concentrating on not falling over, that would make it worse. I didn't know this man's name, or what he was called other than sir, but in my head I called him the Snake.

 

I felt the sharp pain in my backside, and felt like I was being torn in two halves as it always did. He said I'd learn to enjoy it, he said it would get better as time went on, but it still hurt, and I still hated it. He kept pushing and pushing that thing into me, and I could never guess when he was going to stop. Eventually I collapsed and was flat on my face, but that didn't stop him, he just kept ramming into me. As it happened, and I for a small amount of time opened my eyes I saw four fingers sticking out through the crack between the two cells, his and mine. I reached a hand down as far as I could and took two of his fingers into my fist, squeezing them to keep my mind off the pain. I wished he would have spoken to me, said sweet things so I could keep my mind off this horror, but I knew he was smarter than that, and didn't want to get him in trouble.

 

The Snake kept grunting and moaning, and I was careful not to let out any screams, the Snake said he didn't like it when I screamed. But something wasn't right about this, he'd never stayed on this long, my stretched whole had almost been relieved of the pain but I still couldn't take it. My cock had come to life under me, it was painful and it wouldn't stop, I needed to release. Finally with one hard push from the Snake I spurted white, sticky, liquid out of the slit and all over the floor as well as my stomach. I couldn't keep myself from screaming when it happened, this had never happened to me before, I couldn't hold back. The Snake flipped me over onto my back immediately after I screamed and gave me a sharp, strong slap across the face. I cringed and put a hand on my cheek where I felt a sting.

 

“I told you not to scream, boy,” He growled. I grasped his shirt and tugged on it, begging him in apology not to hurt me again. He took his other hand and slapped me across the other cheek, now all I wanted to do was cry.

 

“Hey!” There was a loud bang on the wall beside me followed by a frightening voice. “Why don't you pick on someone your own size!” There was another loud bang, and another, and another. I knew it was him but I didn't want it to be, he was going to get in huge trouble, what if they shot him?

 

“I'd shut my mouth if I were you Karrington! You're just my size,” The Snake stood up and kicked the wall in reply; there was another loud pound on the wall and the Snake jumped in surprise. “I'll come over there!” He warned. I scooted away from him as fast as possible, I was afraid for my friend, Karrington as the Snake had called him.

 

“I dare you to!” There was another loud bang after which I covered my ears. “Leave the fucking kid alone, I know what you do to him is against regulations! I got connections asshole,” Karrington yelled. I was pressing as hard as I could against my ears but I could still hear him, was the Snake really breaking a rule when he raped me?

 

“Richard…” the Snake was now speaking very softly.

 

“My name's Dick, you stupid dick,” He kicked the wall again. I didn't like the way he was talking, I'd never heard him use words like that or the tone of voice, it scared me.

 

“Richard,” I whispered to myself, it was a beautiful name, I'd never forget that name.

 

“Dick, let's just keep this between you and me, all right?” The Snake said. “Whether you go and tell on me or not you'd still get ten lashes for talking back to an authority,” He said. “I don't think you want that do you?”

 

“Don't touch the kid anymore and I'll keep my mouth shut. I don't give a damn what you do to anyone else,” Richard replied. After that the Snake left, I don't know where he went, he may have gone to talk with Richard some more. I crawled over to the wall between us and sat down, listening to try and find out what he was doing.

 

“Richard?” I whispered, I didn't really acknowledge it then, but that was the first word I'd ever said to him since we met.

 

“It's Dick, what's your name?” I heard him move over to the wall. I was hesitant to reply, my mother had given me a name but I hadn't heard it since I left her at the age of five.

 

“Remmington,” The name bounced off my lips as I stuttered it out. “I like Richard,” I added shyly as I stuck my fingers threw the crack as I always did.

 

“All right, Remmington, then you can call me Richard,” He put his hand on mine and began stroking my fingers as he always did. We were silent, I leaned my body against the wall, trying to feel the warmth of his, but it was no different, just the cold wood against my skin.

 

“Remmington?” He whispered. “How old are you?” He asked.

 

“Thirteen,” I replied.

 

“Nineteen,” He said, sounding a bit disappointed. “Would it bother you if I said I want to kiss you?” He whispered in a rather seductive voice.

 

“Kiss me?” I was a little surprised, no one had ever kissed me beside my mother, and it had been so long since I'd even heard the word.

 

“Like this,” There was a pause, but after a short time I felt a pair of warm lips upon the tips of my tallest fingers. I froze for a moment, but finally couldn't help but break into tears. I didn't know what I was crying about; this was considerably a good thing. Perhaps it was that I couldn't feel his warmth but on my fingers, perhaps because I loved him so much and I'd never even seen his face, but more likely both.

 

“Remmington,” He sounded concerned. “Remmi, don't cry,” He pet my fingers again. “I love you…”

 

 

 

 

 

My eyes snapped open and I found myself sitting at a desk, drenched in my own sweat, the other students sitting around me. I was back in the real world, my dreams about the prison camps were never good, but at least in them I got to spend time with him.

 

“Mr. Hayes, I have to advise you not to sleep in my classroom. Next time you'll wake up written on, I have plenty of markers in my desk and I could write all kinds of stuff,” My teacher said to me. My mind was somewhere else but I managed to register the basics of what he had said.

 

“Sorry sir… I mean, Mr. Collier,” I cleared my throat; my old habits were sneaking up on me. The English professor nodded and turned back toward the overhead, continuing with his lesson.

 

Who was I kidding, I enjoyed my life more when I was dreaming about the worst years of my life, it was time for me to wake up, Richard was probably dead. Dead like almost every other prisoner in that camp had died. Richard. That's right, his name was Richard Karrington, I'd forgotten until I had that dream, but I had no motivation to try and find him anymore. It was time I settled for a girlfriend, yet I knew even though I told myself that, it would never happen.

 

Mr. Collier always gave us at least five minutes at the end of class to talk. I should have known Lisa was going to ask me about my nap, and about my dream.

 

“Remmi, are you okay? You're all sweaty,” She sat in the desk in front of mine. “Did you dream about the prison camps again?” She asked. I nodded slowly; she seemed more determined to uncover my past than I did. “Did you dream about him?” She asked, taking my hand in hers. I jerked away and leaned back, crossing my arms and avoiding her eyes.

 

“Yeah,” I sighed. Lisa was the type to make everything her business, I appreciated the care but I'd told her before that I let him go. “I remember his name now too, it was Richard Karrington,” I shrugged. Then again, if I was still having dreams about him I obviously hadn't let him go. I was nineteen years old; it had been five years since I last saw him, since the end of the war. I should have forgotten all about him, I'd meant plenty of other men and women since then, but I couldn't convince myself I loved him then just because he was the only one I knew, and neither could my mother.

 

“That's great, we can go to the police station later and look him up, they have records of everyone, don't they?” Lisa suggested, becoming extremely over excited.

 

“No, I don't think they do,” I replied, in fact I know they didn't, not that we would have an access to anyway.

 

“Well maybe he was a witness to a crime or something, or we could go to the library and check the Internet,” She said.

 

“Look, Lisa, I don't even remember what he looks like. What if he's married or something, even I we did find him, what would I say? Oh hi, I'm Remmi, my cell was beside yours at the prison camp. You probably don't remember me, but I'm in love with you, tch,” I rolled my eyes. Just after that the bell rang and I shot up from my seat, and of course, she followed.

 

“Well you're the one who said you'd do anything just to meet him again. I mean Christ you haven't even seen his face! What if he's the most beautiful person in the world and you could have him. You said he told you he loved you, right?” She was talking to me from behind as I walked away, toward my locker.

 

“I don't know, it was just in my dream, hell, I might have just made that up because I wanted him to love me. All I can remember is the things I dream about, and dreaming it just doesn't cut it. Most things people dream about never happen. Would you just leave it alone, I never asked you to help,” I explained. I'd officially given up on him, I just didn't care anymore, I would've rather just gone on with my life.

 

“Well fine, suit yourself, dick,” She spat and then turned to leave. I let out a heavy sigh and banged my head into my locker; I didn't mean to be so snappy with her. Honestly she was my friend and I cared about her, I was just terrible at showing it. Fucking Richard Karrington had my heart and it was fucking up everything else in my life; I wish I could have forgotten him.

 

“Remmington,” I heard Mr. Collier's voice from behind me and turned to him, I was cursed with the inability to disrespect authorities in any way. That prison camp had destroyed me as a person in more ways than one.

 

“Yes sir?” I asked, a bit nervously. “Sorry I fell asleep in your class, I was up late doing my science homework,” I shrugged.

 

“It's okay,” He said. “But you didn't hand in your book project today, do you have it?” He asked.

 

“No, sir, I didn't do it,” I replied in guilt.

 

“Did you even read the book?” Mr. Collier looked very concerned and I understood why, I was a complete failure.

 

“No, sir, I didn't,” I admitted silently. Mr. Collier crossed his arms and looked me in the eye.

 

“You had eight weeks to finish it,” He scolded. “Despite your past and all you've been through you're a very good student. But you're nineteen years old and still a sophomore because of the war. I don't want you to mess this up more than it already is. You have a chance to fix a negative past with a positive future, take advantage of that, Remmington,” He lectured. I was listening to his words even though I was trying to act like I didn't care, part of me did, but that part just wasn't strong enough to do anything about it.

 

“You're the only kid I know who won't talk back to a teacher, or uses sir instead of dude, or man. Your peers might tell you otherwise but those are good traits, don't let anyone take advantage of your respect, though. Your mother pays for you to go to school Remmi, you don't want to do this to her, do you?” He asked. I sighed, all he was doing was throwing guilt on me, I just wanted him to go away and leave me alone.

 

“Anyway, just learn to do what your heart says, your mind just fucks with you sometimes,” He gave me a pat on the shoulder. My head snapped up and I stared at him with wide eyes, surprised at what he'd just said. He was wearing a smirk and he winked at me before turning to head back to his classroom. I fell against the locker when I was suddenly alone in the hallway and sealed my eyes shut, I knew what my heart was telling me to do.

 

 

 

 

 

After school, as usual, I headed down town to the bar to meet my friend Eddy who had recently made us both fake Ids. I was in a mood to get drunk, maybe get laid by some girl I didn't know. I wasn't overly handsome but I knew how to reel them in, even when I was drunk. As far as everyone but Lisa knew I was straight, and technically if you knock Richard out of the picture, I was, I had a strong undeniable lust for women. I was one of those boys that if my mother knew what I did every day; she'd ground me for the rest of my life. As far as I knew she thought I was still a virgin, she didn't even know about the Snake at prison camp, I had decided not to tell her. I didn't tell her anything come to think of it, I didn't trust her with my secrets, didn't trust her to understand, she didn't even know about Richard.

 

“Hey, hey Remmi,” Eddy hopped off his skateboard and we bumped fists as he arrived at the corner. “How long have you been waiting, I had a detention,” He asked as we continued down the sidewalk toward the location of the bar.

 

“Only about five minutes actually, I can't skateboard for shit and I don't have a bike. My mom never lets me borrow the car so I had to walk,” I shrugged. He handed me a cigarette and I pulled out my lighter as he took out a matchbook.

 

“Well good, I don't wanna make you wait,” He through an arm over my shoulder, carrying the skateboard in his other hand. “Anyway, I was wondering, that cute brunette you hang out with, how's she in bed?” Eddy asked, referring to Lisa.

 

“Lisa? Oh, I wouldn't know, she's a virgin I've never slept with her, we're just friends,” I replied. What an embarrassing question to answer, I'd never even had thoughts about Lisa and I together.

 

“Hey, hey, don't go all fag on me now, the last fuck that told me he was gay committed suicide, or so they say if you know what I mean,” Eddy chuckled, he imitated a gun shooting off with his right hand, his pointer finger against my head. I swallowed, making a mental note that if Richard and I ever got together, Eddy would never find out.

 

“What, can't straight guys and girls be just friends, don't go stereotypical on me, I killed the last guy that stereotyped me,” I replied. Eddy laughed as he pushed the door open and we stepped into the bar.

 

“I got news for you boy, I am the last guy that stereotyped you, and I'm very much alive it you haven't noticed,” He laughed aloud. This bar was large, and full, but you really didn't need an Id unless you were suspected of being under twenty-one. Eddy and I looked old enough to be there but it was nice to have them just in case.

 

“All right, let's shoot some pool and fuck some pussy, this is my kind of place,” Eddy through his hands in the air and started swinging with the music. He fit in with the crowd perfectly, while I just hung back, I probably wouldn't get very far on the dance floor until I was drunk. I ordered myself a beer and sat by the bar, alone, everyone else was at the party going on right in front of me. I stood there, leaning against the counter coolly, speaking to no one until a man with black hair and five-o'clock shadow came dancing out of the crowd and over to the counter.

 

“Hey, hey Nicky, gimme one on the house would you,” the man drummed his hands on the counter.

 

“In your dreams Kenten, I'll put it on your tab,” The bar tender mumbled as he poured a pint of beer into a glass. I just eavesdropped out of boredom; apparently this Kenten thought he was really something. He winked at all the women as if he knew them by name, and talked to everyone as if they were all his best friends, I rather admired him, actually.

 

“What's the matter you don't dance?” He nudged my shoulder. I turned my head and looked up at him with a shrug.

 

“Not when I'm sober,” I said plainly.

 

“Oh come on, come dance with me,” He gave me a punch in the shoulder. “Lives too short to sit out of the crowd kid,” He smiled.

 

“With you?” I raised an eyebrow, I hope he didn't mean what I thought he meant.

 

“I'm not asking you to go horizontal or anything, just let me show you some moves,” He had me by the arm and in seconds had dragged me into the crowd. I didn't have time to protest, and it was too late now, I was in the middle, dancing as well as I could face to face with a man.

 

“See, you're not bad at all,” He smiled. “My name's Ben Kenten, Benedict not Benjamin,” He stuck out a hand with a friendly smile. I shook his hand and nodded.

 

“Remmi,” I left it at that, I wasn't sure I wanted to give my last name to this random man whom I'd never even met before.

 

“Remmi?” He cocked his head. “That's a cute name,” He smiled. I had just about had it, first he asked me to dance with him, then he told me I was cute? I was beginning to feel like next he was going to ask me to come to his house.

 

“I have to go find my friend,” I said quickly and then proceeded to push my way through the crowd. I found Eddy already flirting with a cute read head as she swung her hips, grinding them against his crotch.

 

“Eddy,” I said, placing a hand on his shoulder. The read head stopped and looked at me with a grin. I wasn't uncomfortable as her hazel eyes scanned over my body, with men it would've annoyed me, with a woman, just like any other man would, I loved it. “Let's get out of here,” I said after acknowledging the girl shortly.

 

“Why, you okay?” Eddy ran his hands up the redhead's body, dodging all the desirable areas before kissing her neck.

 

“I don't know, I guess I just don't feel like getting laid tonight,” I shrugged. Eddy looked at me as if I'd just told him I was secretly a female cross-dresser who never grew boobs.

 

“Are you crazy?” Eddy put his chin on the girl's shoulder, hugging her from behind. “All right, you know what I want you to do? I want you to go find a hot blond, and just cut to the chase and tell her you need a good blowjob, fast, and in return you'll suck her tits, good?” He suggested. I couldn't decided if he was joking or not, Eddy was born a pervert, and yet I couldn't remember the last time I saw a girl turn him down. Either way, it didn't sound good at all, I was getting a headache, I needed to at least get off the dance floor.

 

I pushed my way through the people and headed back to the bar where a half-full bottle of beer sat on the counter waiting for me. As much as I hated to admit it, if there was one person I wanted there with me it was Lisa. I'd pissed her off though; she didn't talk to me for the rest of the day. She'd get over it; I'd just have to wait a few days for that to happen.

 

“You know, if you didn't want to talk to me all you had to do was say so,” I heard a voice from near by and turned my head in alert. Ben was sitting on the stool beside me, he wasn't smiling, but he didn't look completely serious. I wasn't sure if he was offended or not, but I didn't need any more people pissed at me.

 

“It's not that,” I let out a heavy sigh. “I'm just not in the mood for anyone very friendly,” I took a drink from the bottle. I was just having a bad day all over; it wasn't the best time for me to make new friends.

 

“Eh, I know how it is. So how old are you, nineteen?” He asked. He didn't seem to understand that I wasn't in the mood to talk.

 

“Yeah, actually, how did you know?” I said, being a little less sour about my tone.

 

“Lucky guess, if anyone asks about your age just say you're with me, okay? It's a lot more dependable than a fake Id, and easier,” He winked. I suppose he was right, after all they probably got fake and real Ids all the time, knew how to tell the difference.

 

“Let me guess, you're about twenty-one?” I made an estimate based on his appearance and personality.

 

“Thanks, but no,” He chuckled. “I'm twenty-five,” He corrected. I was almost surprised, all though there wasn't a large difference in the appearance of a twenty-five and twenty-one year old man, his personality seem to point to younger.

 

“Really? You look younger,” I shrugged. “Minus the five-o'clock shadow,” He put a hand under his chin and brushed his fingers over the prickly hairs.

 

“Yeah, it grows back fast, someday I'll find time and motivation to shave twice a day, but for now,” He seemed concerned about it all of the sudden.

 

“Actually I kind of like it, if it means anything coming from another guy,” I said. It did make him look a little lazy I suppose, but it also gave him a kind of badass merciless look like someone you'd see in a movie.

 

“It means something,” He replied softly. “I guess I don't have to worry about it then,” He shrugged. “So anyway, the real reason I'm still here. How would you like to make an easy hundred bucks?” He offered. My eyes widened and I almost fell out of my seat, a hundred dollars sounded just fine.

 

“I'm not going to suck your cock if that's what you're after,” I was joking of course, but the way he looked at me after that made me feel like he found it more immature than funny.

 

“No, it's not that, I'm going away for the weekend on business deal, I need someone to take care of my Rat while I'm gone, I've been searching for younger kids, but you're welcome to the job if you'd like it, I'm kind of desperate, I have to leave for the plane in two hours,” He requested. I crossed my arms, I didn't mind rats, in fact it was fair to say I liked tame ones, but I didn't know how my mother would take it.

 

“All you'd have to do,” He continued. “Is feed him three times a day, make sure he gets a good amount of water, and just keep him happy. Don't let him out of the cage unless you're playing with him, and don't ever take him out of the house. He exists for my entertainment so feel free to do, as you like with him. I care about him though, and I want to make sure he's well taken care of, if you want the job you'd better take it fast,” He explained. I did want the job, after all taking care of a little rodent wouldn't take up much time, Mom didn't even have to know.

 

“All right, sounds easy enough, what's his name?” I asked, just for future reference.

 

“Oh, I really just stick to calling him Rat,” He shrugged. “It's what he answers to after all, so I suppose you could say that's his name,” He replied. I was curious of the way he talked about his pet, he didn't strike me as someone who would really dedicated to an animal and saw them as family, but the way he spoke of his rat was as if he was talking about a human being.

 

A/n: 8D. Well… not much to say, I'm probably going to update Where the Heart is… before writing anymore to this, but you never know. This one will have a lot more yaoi and have more drama and romance-ishness. Where the Heart is… is going to end up having more mystery and suspense than anything else. I'd say, if it's a good plot you're looking for you could take either, but if it's a sexy, kinky piece you're looking for then take this one, if it's one that more focuses on the story, then check out Where the Heart is… which is also on this account ^-^.