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A Real Hell	By : DDDarkwriter Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > The Academy Is... Views: 1169 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-A Real Hell
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Disclaimer: I don’t own The Academy Is…They own themselves. I make no profit from this fic, and I don’t think anyone would pay to read it anyway.

This is my first TAI fic. I hope that you all like it. I hope that you all read the warning. This story is not for just anyone. It includes rape and other such bad things, if you don’t like this stuff, or get offended, then please don’t read this. I don’t want to hear your complaints. I will tell you that the characters are William B. and his ‘Evil’ half. I named him Will. I don’t know his real name. If you know, then tell me. Anyway: Takes place back in the hotel. William is upset about the video shoot for ‘Big Mess’ and just wants to be alone. *Just some random hotel. Okay? Enjoy…

Chapter 1: A real hell

William looked into the mirror, noticing that his reflection looked directly at him, not moving, not doing anything that he wasn’t doing. William sighed with a little joy.

Ever since the video of “Big Mess,” William had been a little wary about going around mirrors.

Tonight, William was suppose to be with his friends, hanging out. But instead, he was here, with himself…ONLY himself.

William looked away, tilting his head down and staring into the sink. He closed his eyes for a second and took a breath. ‘No. The video was wrong.’ He glanced up, his gaze a little shaky at the thought of his image jumping out at him.

It didn’t happen. Nothing happened. Only the image of himself. William gave a last sigh of relief, joyed that he didn’t have an angry double on the other side.

He turned his back, looking away. He was seconds from leaving the room when all of a sudden, there came a tapping.

William froze, fear over coming him as he slowly turned toward the tapping noise.

His reflection stood there, or rather, leaned over the sink like he had been moments ago.

His mirror image’s head was bent down, looking at the ground it seemed, while one hand seemed to be lifted to the glass, a finger extended out so that he could tap on it lightly.

William starred. He had no words at the moment. Instead, he watched as the image of himself lifted his finger and then began tapping again.

William took a step forward, “This isn’t happening.” He said, voice a terrified whisper.

His image stopped tapping. He lowered his hand slowly and then waited.

William drew up to the mirror, wanting to see what was going to happen next.

The man in the mirror slowly raised his head. His eyes were colder then William’s and seemed to hold only anger and hatred. He smirked at William’s awe-struck face, “What?” He asked, his voice deep.

William stepped closer, looking at the mirror as he drew his face up to the man.

The man did the same.

“You…You speak?” William asked, his voice slow and stammering.

His other half paused. He then began to gently laugh. “Yeah.” He said, looking away for a second. But he brought his head back up and smiled. “But I can do more then that. A lot more.” He then brought both his hands out, slamming them through the mirror.

Glass shattered everywhere as William backed up, falling down as he twisted his ankle slightly.

He lay there, watching as his mirror image stepped through the window with some difficulty. His mind flashed back to the video, ‘He’ll just leave.’ William thought as he sat up.

The image stood in front of him though, as if daring him to get up. He then smirked.

“What?” William spat at him. His face was growing warm with anger.

“You don’t think this is real, do you?” The image asked to the man laying on the ground.

“No. I don’t.” William said, feeling cocky now, but terrified that the man was still here.

“If I’m not real, then how can you feel this…” The image kicked William’s foot with force.

William bit his lower lip to keep from yelling in pain.

“Call me Will.” He smirked down. “I’m you, only I have more balls then you because I just don’t care about anyone.”

William gave a glare as he tried to stand, “You’re not real.”

His statement was answered by Will in a heart beat. His body being slammed against the wall and then being forced to stand by the fact that Will was holding up his neck.

William gave a strangled cry, “You fuck!” He said with a hiss.

He watched as Will then shook his head, “Are you sure you really want to get cocky with a man who wants to give you nothing but pain?” His hiss betrayed how angry he was now becoming.

Will violently slammed him into the wall again, forcing him to cry. He let the other man fall to the ground.

William stayed there for a long time, coughing violently.

“Throw up blood if you want, I’ll be even more violent with you.” Will said as he leaned in front of William’s face.

William looked at him, “You’re not real.” He chocked a little as a slight wave of pain sailed through him.

“I’m not real?” He asked William. He drew closer, “If I’m not real, then you’re not real.” He smiled as he drew his hand up to William’s face, “Do you feel my hand?” He asked.

William flinched away as the hand landed on his face. It was warm, hot, painful, it was real. He gave a groan, knowing that he wasn’t imagining this.

“I’m real. Everything I do is real.” He hissed. “You are too nice. You created me.” He laughed a little. “You had this coming.” He looked gently down on William, “Tell you what.” He was silent for a second, “If you become MY slave, I’ll take it easy on you…” He touched William’s chin lightly. He tipped it up so that he could lightly breath on William’s lips.

William smiled up at him, “No.” His answer was simple and his voice held nothing but sarcasm.

Will’s sneering face turned to one of utter anger, “No?” He asked.

William nodded his head in agreement.

Will looked away for a second, then he nodded his head, “You’re stupid.”
William shook his head and glared at his other half, “No. I’m strong.” He laughed a little.

Will showed his anger by punching William in the stomach, forcing the other man to lurch forward in pain. He coughed and held back the urge to throw up.

“We’ll see.” Will said with a hiss. He stood, grabbing a hold of William’s hair and then beginning to pull violently on it.

William yelled as the pain surged in his head. He felt his body being pulled across the floor.

Will grunted as he pulled his double across the floor into the living room.

They ended up at the couch. They were not on it yet because William was currently fighting back.

Will stood back momentarily, having just been punched in the shoulder.

William began to get up from his place on the floor. His head felt like it was bleeding. He gave a grimace of pain as he stood fully, the back of his knees being held up by the couch.

Will looked at him giving a small growl, “God you piss me off.” He hissed.

William looked back at him, “You piece of shit!” He charged at Will, making not more then seven feet before a fist was already in his face. He fell back, his head hitting the end of a table.

Will looked over him, laughing. “What are you doing?” He asked. “You can’t beat me.” He walked over to a sharp object and walked back over to William. “If I kill you, they won’t ever find me. Or you.” He laughed. “Besides, hiding your body would be easy…You and I are exactly the same. Your finger prints are mine…” He stood right over William, letting the tip of the object (A knife) cut into his finger, drawing blood. “Our blood is even the same.” He leaned down, forcing the bloody finger into the other’s mouth.

William squirmed, but had no way of moving. Will was now stepping on his chest with one foot and moving the finger in and out. He laughed as he did so.

Will stepped, bringing the finger out and then seeing the trail of spite that followed. He smiled to himself, “I wonder how it would feel…?” He questioned a thought in his mind.

William looked up at him, glaring in anger, “Get…off!” He tried to move, but failed.

Will leaned down, looking at William with a very sinister glare, “I think it would feel very good.” He said, confirming the thought.

William shook his head, “What would?” His thoughts only dwelled over the thought of being stabbed by this sphyco and then having him drink his blood. He cringed at the thought.

Will got off of him. Instead, he leaned down, forcing the other to stand up. He was then tossing him onto the couch, “Be a good boy now.” He hissed out.

William struggled against him, worry now taking over, “What are you going to do?” He demanded.

Will leaned over him, pinning him to the soft object under him. “I’m going to teach you a lesson.” His voice was filled with anger and made no hind of liying.

“Get off!” William seethed.

Will smirked, grabbing William’s hair and forcing his face up to meet his own. “No.” He brought their lips together, forcing William’s open with great difficultly.

William brought his leg up while the other man seemed busy with his mouth. He kicked the other man powerfully, nicking his side with a wild thrust.

Will gave a grunt of pain as he went back, his ass hitting the ground in a few seconds.

William laughed a little. He still couldn’t really move, but as long as he injured Will, he figured he might be okay.

His happiness grew to horror as he watched Will get up, anger flaring in his eyes.

“That. Hurt. A lot.” He hissed out as he stumbled over to William, holding his side.

William cringed when the other man punched him in the face. Then he felt a force pull him from the couch and then onto the floor.

He gave a grunt as Will made his way on top of him. He sat down on William’s stomach, making the boy wither in pain as he leaned forward.

William brought his hands up to protect his face, saying the word “No” weakly as if it would stop Will.

This only resulted in his hands being pinned above his head, and a hard smack on the face. He gave a small cry when his face once again flared with pain.

Will laughed, “It’s hopeless. Give up.” He leaned down, his voice in William’s ear, “You’re MY bitch.” He confirmed.

William looked at him, something inside of him somewhat realizing that there was no way out of this, and another part that still wanted to fight. “Why?” He questioned simply.

Will paused, looking down at him, “I don’t really know. Maybe because it would be a waste to just kill you.” He said.

William shook his head, “No…Why?” His eyes moved down to Will’s erection that was now being pressed against his belly-button.

Will smiled, “Maybe it’s because I hate you. Maybe it’s because seeing you wither in pain of me makes me…” He arched his hips into William’s stomach, laughing as the other only cringed at it.

Will looked down, “Take your shirt off while I take off your pants.” He began to unbuckle William’s pants and pull them down.

William only lay there, unmoving, and unthinking. What else could he do? There was nothing he could really do to stop this. Fighting only made it worse.

William felt cold air hit onto his shaft. He was half naked except for his shirt that was still on.

Will glared at him, “You’re not going to make this easy for me, are you?”

William only looked at him, not saying a word or giving him any signs that he was a live.

Will smiled, “Lets bring some life to that face.” He mocked happily as he began to undo himself.

William watched as Will took out his shaft and rested it on his stomach. He knew moving under it would only feel good on it.

Will moved down William’s body, shifting the other’s legs so that they would curve around his body.

William tightened his legs around Will though as he felt the shaft at his entrance.

Will was in him in a second, not giving William a chance to say or do a thing. Which only led to him screaming in pain as the member throbbed inside of him.

William felt his shirt being removed as he tried to stifle the pain that came when the shaft moved inside of him. “Stop!” He said weakly.

Will laughed. He pulled out of William and then slammed back into him forcing the other person to scream in pain as he dove in and out of the tight area.

William’s face grew warm and soon his whole body was being dragged across the ground by the force Will was pounding into him with. “Please. Stop!” William screamed out.

The laugh of Will could be heard of over the sobbing of William, and the wet skin slapping together. “Oh…William…You’re bleeding.” He laughed.

William gave another cry of pain as he was tore into again.

Half way through, he felt Will reach up and dig his claws into William’s sides, forcing him to sit up and being held in a very odd and uncomfortable angle. Now he was feeling pain in his ass and his sides for being bleed to death.

William’s tears were hot and now flowing freely. There was only pain now, burning sensations being sent from his ass to his back and then to his sides and to his face from the occasional smack Will would inflict upon him. He found the pain was greater when he didn’t scream, groan, yell, or even cry in pain.

He felt a violent rush of hot liquid shoot up into him that he hated even more. Then Will tore out of him and stood up, letting him fall to the ground. He zipped up his pants and stood above him, looking down. Everything was silent except for the whimpers William was making as blood and cum dripped from his abused opening.

“See you next time.” Will laughed and then began to walk away, heading for the door.

William was left alone, cold and bleeding with nothing else but pain surging through his body.

The End?

I don’t know if this is going to be continued. I don’t know if anyone will like it anyway. Perhaps if enough people do though, I might make it a short story. It depends if there are enough reviews though. Plus, I don’t really know how to add chapters. Gets kind of confusing. Tell me if I should go on. Thanks for reading.

-D.D.Darkwriter

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