House of Cards - 2
Title : House of Cards, part 2
Author : gan_naire
Pairing : Ville only
Rating : PG-13, but you never know
Summary : Ville dreams about the events that led to him being in the hospital
Warnings : Nothing yet
Disclaimer : Own no one, just a guy who wrote a fictional story.
Man I hated writing this one cause I hate the idea of Ville being beaten or anything, love you man! Again I hope its liked, let me know.
As Ville slept the continuous visions of what he went through played in his head over and over. He hated the feeling of panic and yelled for help in the nightmares, but nobody came. He wanted to wake up so badly to end the playback of the horrific events, but despite how hard he tried he just couldn’t wake up.
He remembered walking the streets by himself, which he rarely did, but he had to clear his head. He had been thinking of a new album nonstop and wanted to run away from the pain that he felt with writing each new album. The secrets of Screamworks actually being for Bam seemed to be coming to surface, but he was hoping to make a new album before anyone could ruin the fun he and Bam shared running around behind everyones backs with their secret love affair. It was a fun game they loved and hated at times, but the new album he was writing would hopefully turn everyones attention away from their rumored love affair.
He had heard the footsteps of others behind him, which was never a big deal, he loved company most of the time and the people in his neighborhood weren’t haters of any kind. Except for his creepy neighbor, but he didnt live around there anymore anyways. Then he quickly realized by his surroundings that he was no longer in his neighborhood, he had ventured a few miles in the wrong direction. It was normal for him to not pay attention when he was trying to clear his head, kind of the point really. But sometimes it got him in trouble, which was one of the reasons he didn’t like driving.
He turned around and was met by four men, he backed up a little bit and almost tripped before one of the men reached out and grabbed his hand, stopping him from falling. He pulled Ville back up and helped him compose himself. Laughing at himself he asked if they were doing good that night. They joined in on his laughter and one man spoke for the group by saying they were fine, just looking for the best pub in town. Ville having known of every pub in the country damn near, told them they were real close by to one, pointing them in the direction of the one he was talking about, he gave them directions and wished them the best.
The man who had spoke before thanked Ville and then reached out to shake his hand, Ville jumped a bit from the sudden movement, but laughed at his own awkwardness and reached out to shake the mans hand. Quickly the man grabbed onto his hand and one of the men standing behind him reached out and punched Ville in the face. The tears that quickly built up from being hit on the nose blurred his vision and stopped him from being able to attempt to defend himself from being grabbed and dragged off down the alleyway.
Two of the men picked him up and held his back against the cold brick wall, the other two men stood in front of him and starred at him for a while before one finally said, “I told you that was him, I fucking knew it man.” To which the leader said, “well I guess its our lucky night then, we get to fuck up a celebrity.” Villes eyes were wide in shock and terror, as the leader inched forward to him, Ville did a forward kick to the mans chest which sent him flying backwards. The other man quickly leaned in and punched Ville in the gut, sending an agonizing pain throughout his whole body.
The leader came running back up and with everything he had, punched Ville in the chest. The action caused Ville to gasp for air, but failed miserably to find any as the two men started to punch Villes body and kick at his legs and crotch. After what seemed like hours of punishment, the two men stopped. The leader reached out and grabbed Villes hair and picked his head up and leaned in close to his face. Ville, still conscious, opened his eyes at the man. Finally able to take advantage of the moment and take in all the air he could, he breathed as deep as possible.
The man asked Ville, “so….celebrity man, how would you like to suck my dick?” Ville frowned at the mans question before he took in a deep breath and spit in his face, then smiling at him Ville answered “any other questions.” The man smiled back at Ville before wiping the spit off his face. Ville suddenly began to become full of fear at his actions, realizing he wasn’t in the best of situations to try and have the upper hand, he quickly regretted having done what he did. The leader grabbed the sides of Villes face with his hands and brought his head forward with great force, head-butting Villes nose, instantly breaking it and sending blood everywhere.
Ville begged for unconsciousness, but never got it. The other man grabbed Ville by neck and pinned his head against the brick wall and said, “time to fuck up that pretty face of yours” before punching Villes face a few times. He stopped so that the leader could do the same thing, again attacking his face. The two switch hit Ville for a while before stopping to stare at the now bloody mess that was Villes once beautiful face.
The leader told the two men to drop him, doing so they finally got their turn to throw in their beating for the already downed man. As the first two men stood back and watched their friends kick and stomp on Ville, all Ville could do was again beg for unconsciousness. The pain became one big numbing sensation that filled his whole body, yet for a split second he felt each blow hit his body. The men finally stopped from growing tired and laughed at Ville as they walked away from him. Ville lifted his head up just in time to see a boot coming into contact with it. Finally he got the unconsciousness he so badly sought, with the kick to his face came a flash of bright white followed by pure darkness.
Author : gan_naire
Pairing : Ville only
Rating : PG-13, but you never know
Summary : Ville dreams about the events that led to him being in the hospital
Warnings : Nothing yet
Disclaimer : Own no one, just a guy who wrote a fictional story.
Man I hated writing this one cause I hate the idea of Ville being beaten or anything, love you man! Again I hope its liked, let me know.
As Ville slept the continuous visions of what he went through played in his head over and over. He hated the feeling of panic and yelled for help in the nightmares, but nobody came. He wanted to wake up so badly to end the playback of the horrific events, but despite how hard he tried he just couldn’t wake up.
He remembered walking the streets by himself, which he rarely did, but he had to clear his head. He had been thinking of a new album nonstop and wanted to run away from the pain that he felt with writing each new album. The secrets of Screamworks actually being for Bam seemed to be coming to surface, but he was hoping to make a new album before anyone could ruin the fun he and Bam shared running around behind everyones backs with their secret love affair. It was a fun game they loved and hated at times, but the new album he was writing would hopefully turn everyones attention away from their rumored love affair.
He had heard the footsteps of others behind him, which was never a big deal, he loved company most of the time and the people in his neighborhood weren’t haters of any kind. Except for his creepy neighbor, but he didnt live around there anymore anyways. Then he quickly realized by his surroundings that he was no longer in his neighborhood, he had ventured a few miles in the wrong direction. It was normal for him to not pay attention when he was trying to clear his head, kind of the point really. But sometimes it got him in trouble, which was one of the reasons he didn’t like driving.
He turned around and was met by four men, he backed up a little bit and almost tripped before one of the men reached out and grabbed his hand, stopping him from falling. He pulled Ville back up and helped him compose himself. Laughing at himself he asked if they were doing good that night. They joined in on his laughter and one man spoke for the group by saying they were fine, just looking for the best pub in town. Ville having known of every pub in the country damn near, told them they were real close by to one, pointing them in the direction of the one he was talking about, he gave them directions and wished them the best.
The man who had spoke before thanked Ville and then reached out to shake his hand, Ville jumped a bit from the sudden movement, but laughed at his own awkwardness and reached out to shake the mans hand. Quickly the man grabbed onto his hand and one of the men standing behind him reached out and punched Ville in the face. The tears that quickly built up from being hit on the nose blurred his vision and stopped him from being able to attempt to defend himself from being grabbed and dragged off down the alleyway.
Two of the men picked him up and held his back against the cold brick wall, the other two men stood in front of him and starred at him for a while before one finally said, “I told you that was him, I fucking knew it man.” To which the leader said, “well I guess its our lucky night then, we get to fuck up a celebrity.” Villes eyes were wide in shock and terror, as the leader inched forward to him, Ville did a forward kick to the mans chest which sent him flying backwards. The other man quickly leaned in and punched Ville in the gut, sending an agonizing pain throughout his whole body.
The leader came running back up and with everything he had, punched Ville in the chest. The action caused Ville to gasp for air, but failed miserably to find any as the two men started to punch Villes body and kick at his legs and crotch. After what seemed like hours of punishment, the two men stopped. The leader reached out and grabbed Villes hair and picked his head up and leaned in close to his face. Ville, still conscious, opened his eyes at the man. Finally able to take advantage of the moment and take in all the air he could, he breathed as deep as possible.
The man asked Ville, “so….celebrity man, how would you like to suck my dick?” Ville frowned at the mans question before he took in a deep breath and spit in his face, then smiling at him Ville answered “any other questions.” The man smiled back at Ville before wiping the spit off his face. Ville suddenly began to become full of fear at his actions, realizing he wasn’t in the best of situations to try and have the upper hand, he quickly regretted having done what he did. The leader grabbed the sides of Villes face with his hands and brought his head forward with great force, head-butting Villes nose, instantly breaking it and sending blood everywhere.
Ville begged for unconsciousness, but never got it. The other man grabbed Ville by neck and pinned his head against the brick wall and said, “time to fuck up that pretty face of yours” before punching Villes face a few times. He stopped so that the leader could do the same thing, again attacking his face. The two switch hit Ville for a while before stopping to stare at the now bloody mess that was Villes once beautiful face.
The leader told the two men to drop him, doing so they finally got their turn to throw in their beating for the already downed man. As the first two men stood back and watched their friends kick and stomp on Ville, all Ville could do was again beg for unconsciousness. The pain became one big numbing sensation that filled his whole body, yet for a split second he felt each blow hit his body. The men finally stopped from growing tired and laughed at Ville as they walked away from him. Ville lifted his head up just in time to see a boot coming into contact with it. Finally he got the unconsciousness he so badly sought, with the kick to his face came a flash of bright white followed by pure darkness.