A Savage World | By : GabrielPierce Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Savage Garden Views: 2778 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Savage Garden. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. |
Warning!!! Violence. Rape.
As always I am in no way suggesting this happened. I make no money from this fic and I intend no harm. Darren and Daniel are real people and should be respected as such. This is purely a characterization, a work of fiction.
Thankyou to Linda for your constant patience. Currently unbeta'd so all mistakes are mine.
Darren was screaming, Daniels head was spinning. Pleading, begging, then dark, Silence. “Nice of you to join us. Couldn’t’ start without you could we.” Daniel was dragged groggily to his feet. They were in a deserted car park. One far a few metres in front. Two men hauled him round so he could see the boot. Darren. He was stripped of his boots, jeans, his leather jacket cut into strips to tie up his hands and feet. Secure, he wasn’t going anywhere unless they let him go. He was bent over the boot of the car, cold, afraid, silent. His eyes met Daniel’s and he begged, pleading him for help. They had obviously started without him, despite the comment. John was suddenly bocking Daniel’s view. “We want to show you something, a little demonstration if you’d like.” He stepped back, out of Daniel’s line of sight. Merrick thrust, ramming himself in Darren. Daniel watched as Darren’s eyes closed tight. Pain written all over his face but he didn’t make a sound. Daniel struggled to get free but he was powerless as they all took their turn. He was forced to watch, unable but unwilling to turn away. Tears seeped out of Darren’s tightly closed eyes, blood smearing down his legs. Daniel watched on, struggling but he couldn’t do anything. John slowly explained. “Ten kilo’s of gold label has vanished. Trev removed it three weeks ago and we haven’t seen him since, nor any money in payment. Since you seem to know him so well you are going to help us find him.” “What makes you think I know where he or the gear is?” Punch to the face. “Listen.” John waswlinwling now. “You will find him and the gear and bring him to us. If you don’t well do this again, but next time it’ll be you over the car, not your slave.”
Daniel watched as Darren was allowed to slide to the ground. A nod from John and Merrick began to beat him. Darren barely groaned. “Stop. I get it! There’s no need stop it!” Merrick looked up and three other men began to kick at Darren. There was the sickening crunch of bones. “Stop. Please just leave him alone.” Merrick paused, staring at Daniel in contempt then smiled. Shifting his weight he stepped back, took aim and slammed his foot into Darren’s head, a sickening pop then silence. All motion stopped, hands dropped away and Daniel slumped forward to the ground.
People vanished, the car drove away, they were alone. Darren wasn’t moving, his arms at odd angles, blood splattered all around him. Daniel was frozen, he couldn’t move. Darren…Darren was….Darren couldn’t be…dead? He was staring straight at him but he couldn’t begin to comprehend what he was seeing. How? How had this happened?
Finally he crept forward. “Darren?” his voice barely a whisper. “Darren? Darren can you hear me? Darren? Darren you can’t die you can’t die on me. Darren.” Tears were spilling down his cheeks, he hadn’t realized he cared so much, but seeing Darren’s bruised and battered form spread out before him touched something inside him. Something he’d thought he’d lost a long time ago. Gingerly he forced himself to touch his neck, push aside is bloody collar and look for a pulse. He couldn’t find one. He sobbed. Darren. His Darren. Groaning. “Darren! Darren can you hear me? Darren!” More groans. Daniel reached out and slowly moved him, rolling him onto his side. Blood poured from his mouth. Daniel wanted to be sick, his face was a mess. Torn skin, blood, muscle and bone. “Da…” Daniel blinked. “Darren?” But there was no further attempt at speech. “Darren!” Daniel shook him hard. Breathing, was he breathing? He leant closer, his cheek against his lips. Yes! Yes he was breathing! “I’m going to take you home Daz, can you hear me? I’m going to take you home where you’ll be safe. I’ll call the doctor, the one you liked and he’ll take care of you. I promise. I’ll take care of you Daz I promise.”
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