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Title: In the Dark of the Night
Author: atrocious_x
Band: Avenged Sevenfold
Rating: NC17 (Later)
Pairing: Matt // Surprise
Summary: [AU]. My curse made each of them pay, but one little boy got away.
Disclaimer: Not real, dur.
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Woah, didn't think I'd get reviews actually -- I thought I'd have to discontinue this fic. Thanks so much you guys. I owe you like my heart, jees. Let me stop before I get all sappy.
In the Dark of the Night
Chapter 01
The boy stuck his first leg out his bedroom window, but before his foot even touched the fire escape, his door burst open. The man that'd introduced himself as Matt to the boy's parents a few nights before, stood in the doorway, and in the brown eyes of the boy, the man could seemingly barely fit through it.
Without a second thought, the boy quickly continued climbing out of the window, the hurried footsteps of the man storming through his bedroom echoing in his ears like his heartbeat. Just as he caught his footing, he was yanked harshly back from Matt grabbing the back of his tee shirt roughly. Mind already furiously working, the boy let his body turn to mush (like when a two-year-old doesn't want to be picked up by a parent), and he slid himself from his shirt.
It was a November New York night -- the weather cold, but when you considered the circumstances, who cared? He made a dash for the ladder, and climbed down as quick as his twelve-year-old body would allow. As he reached the bottom, and he was just about to drop down, two arms wrapped themselves around his waist, and he was pulled down.
It was the man that Matt'd arrived with, he hadn't introduced himself. He was shorter, and obviously less powerful than Matt, and with this thought in mind, the little boy thrust his elbow behind him as hard as he could. There was a hiss, and a curse, but the arms around him released, and the twelve-year-old bolted.
He could hear the curses from the both of them as he turned down the first alley he found. He knew they were probably right behind him, and this is what kept his legs moving, arms pumping at his sides for more speed, as the bitter wind snaked through his mouth and into his lungs, causing him to wheeze. At the end of the alley way there was a fence, one of those simple fences that reached probably about eight to nine feet high. He took a dive, and thankful that his dad had made him keep in shape, he climbed the fence quickly.
He dropped to the other side, a jolt shooting up his right leg as his foot hit the pavement, but he kept going. Behind him he heard Matt's distinctive voice as he yelled at the other man, angry no doubt.
"If we don't do this by midnight, I'll be killed!"
The boy threw a look at the clock tower, easily the most visible building because of it's height. Eleven fifty-four. Something told him he was safe, but he kept running.
~x~
The brown eyes fluttered, and after a moment opened. They narrowed as the bright light seeping through the window reached them, and Brian Haner took a deep breath, rolling over onto his back. Like every morning, he woke up on his bare mattress which lay on the floor, in the corner of the room, the solitary sheet he had twisted around his legs. He reached up and rubbed at his eyes, getting the grog away, as he tried to piece together his dream.
He didn't remember much of it, mostly just voices -- from different people at that, none that he recognized. There was one female voice that gave him a feeling, and he'd assume it belonged to his mother's, but Brian couldn't remember anything of his life before the age of fifteen. It was like it'd been permanently erased from his memory -- as though he were in one of those lame-brain Sci-Fi movies.
His cell phone rang, and he glanced over at where it was plugged into the wall charging. That and the apartment were the most expensive things he owned -- and it looked like it wouldn't be for too long seeing that he was fired from his job the day before. With a sigh, he sat up and reached for it.
"Meet me at the coffee shop." came his best friend's voice when he answered.
"Why?" he asked, "What time is it?"
"Twelve in the fuckin' afternoon," Zack replied playfully, "So get your ass up."
Brian smirked to himself. "Alright," he said, "See you in a few."
Without waiting for a response, he ended the call. He threw another glance around his small, barren bedroom, before he climbed to his feet, kicking the bed sheet away. He bent and grabbed the tee shirt he'd been wearing yesterday, and pulled it on, keeping the jeans he was wearing on. They weren't too dirty. Then he quickly slid his shoes on, and grabbed his jacket from where it was draped over one of the boxes of junk against the wall.
"Are you okay, man? You look like a fucking zombie."
Brian moved his gaze from the window where he'd been staring, and met Zack's green eyes as the two sat across from each other at the small café.
"I don't know," he said slowly.
Zack waited for him to go on, but he didn't. "Do I have to beg to hear what's wrong?" he asked.
Brian smirked, but then it faltered, and he looked down at the table. "I got laid off yesterday." he said shortly.
"What?" Zack asked, immediately concerned as a best friend would be. "What the Hell do you mean, you were the best worker there."
Brian raised his eyebrows. "That's what I thought." he said. "I don't know, maybe I just wasn't meant to work there then."
"Bri," Zack said. "Move in with me, man. You make things harder on yourself by trying to afford that asinine apartment."
Zack didn't have to worry about anything, his parents had just given him the house they'd owned before they moved to Canada for their 'dream home'.
"Zack, I'm twenty-four years old." Brian replied. "I need to make a living for myself."
"And you can," his friend said. "Just move in with me to make it easier."
Brian shrugged. "I don't know." he said, "I'll think about it."
They fell silent, and Brian returned to looking out the window, as Zack took a drink of his coffee, throwing a look around at the other people there on a Saturday afternoon.
"I had this fuckin'...strange ass dream last night." Brian said randomly, looking for anything to converse about.
Zack returned his gaze to his best friend. "What was it about?"
"I don't even remember." Brian replied, "But my mom was in it."
"Your mom?" Zack asked, "But I thought you couldn't remember --"
"Me too." Brian said. "I just think it was her, and I've been trying all morning to remember something about her...but nothing."
Zack paused. "You still don't remember anything?" he asked. "At all?"
"Not before I met you." Brian answered quietly.
Zack shifted, looking slightly uncomfortable. "I'm sorry." he said softly.
Brian looked up at him, smirk coming to his face. "Sorry?" he asked. "For what?"
Zack shrugged. "I don't know, man." he said. "But I mean...maybe you could remember if you hadn't met me."
"Zacky, I swear," Brian said, "You are the silliest bastard I know."
Zack grinned. "I was being serious dude." he said.
"Don't worry." Brian said. "I don't know why I can't remember anything, but I'm positive it's not you."
~x~
"One thing I almost forgot my hate of," Matt said with distaste, "The bastard sun."
He glared up at the sky through his sunglasses, as Johnny stood in the phonebooth, attempting to read the large phonebook. He turned around.
"Master, I can barely turn these pages with you all up on my ass like this." he said sourly.
The both of them, trying to find shelter from the sun, were subconsciously huddling in the phonebooth, Matt practically crushing Johnny against the side. The larger man glanced down at his companion, before reluctantly stepping out of the booth, looking like a cat who'd just been forced to stand outside in the rain.
Johnny popped the collar of his silky, black, button-up shirt, and cleared his throat. "Now." he said, turning back to the phonebook which was attached to the payphone itself. He flipped a page. "You said 'Haner'?"
"Yeah." Matt said. "Like the underwear...with an 'r' at the end."
"Hmm...." Johnny said, his index finger trailing down the page. "Adam Haner, Alex Haner, Alexander Haner, Alexandria Haner, Alisha Haner, ah, Brian Haner." He made a face. "Brian Haner, Brian Haner, Brian Haner."
"He's a junior if that helps." Matt offered, leaning into the booth slightly.
Johnny rolled his eyes with a nod. "Junior, Junior, Junior." He said. "There's like a hundred Brian Haner Juniors."
Matt sighed, and pushed his way into the phone booth again, knocking Johnny into the side once more, his large body crushing the smaller man's with force. With difficulty, he caught a hold of the page with all the Brians, and he tore it from the binding of the big book. He folded it up neatly, and placed it into the chest pocket of his button up shirt -- alike to Johnny's with the exception that it was long-sleeved. Then he stepped out of the booth.
"We'll just have to check out all of them." he replied, as Johnny, looking even more disgruntled stepped out of the booth.
"That could take hours." the shorter man said.
"We have till midnight." Matt said, he smirked. "Besides, I have the utmost confidence. We'll win."
Author: atrocious_x
Band: Avenged Sevenfold
Rating: NC17 (Later)
Pairing: Matt // Surprise
Summary: [AU]. My curse made each of them pay, but one little boy got away.
Disclaimer: Not real, dur.
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Woah, didn't think I'd get reviews actually -- I thought I'd have to discontinue this fic. Thanks so much you guys. I owe you like my heart, jees. Let me stop before I get all sappy.
In the Dark of the Night
Chapter 01
The boy stuck his first leg out his bedroom window, but before his foot even touched the fire escape, his door burst open. The man that'd introduced himself as Matt to the boy's parents a few nights before, stood in the doorway, and in the brown eyes of the boy, the man could seemingly barely fit through it.
Without a second thought, the boy quickly continued climbing out of the window, the hurried footsteps of the man storming through his bedroom echoing in his ears like his heartbeat. Just as he caught his footing, he was yanked harshly back from Matt grabbing the back of his tee shirt roughly. Mind already furiously working, the boy let his body turn to mush (like when a two-year-old doesn't want to be picked up by a parent), and he slid himself from his shirt.
It was a November New York night -- the weather cold, but when you considered the circumstances, who cared? He made a dash for the ladder, and climbed down as quick as his twelve-year-old body would allow. As he reached the bottom, and he was just about to drop down, two arms wrapped themselves around his waist, and he was pulled down.
It was the man that Matt'd arrived with, he hadn't introduced himself. He was shorter, and obviously less powerful than Matt, and with this thought in mind, the little boy thrust his elbow behind him as hard as he could. There was a hiss, and a curse, but the arms around him released, and the twelve-year-old bolted.
He could hear the curses from the both of them as he turned down the first alley he found. He knew they were probably right behind him, and this is what kept his legs moving, arms pumping at his sides for more speed, as the bitter wind snaked through his mouth and into his lungs, causing him to wheeze. At the end of the alley way there was a fence, one of those simple fences that reached probably about eight to nine feet high. He took a dive, and thankful that his dad had made him keep in shape, he climbed the fence quickly.
He dropped to the other side, a jolt shooting up his right leg as his foot hit the pavement, but he kept going. Behind him he heard Matt's distinctive voice as he yelled at the other man, angry no doubt.
"If we don't do this by midnight, I'll be killed!"
The boy threw a look at the clock tower, easily the most visible building because of it's height. Eleven fifty-four. Something told him he was safe, but he kept running.
~x~
The brown eyes fluttered, and after a moment opened. They narrowed as the bright light seeping through the window reached them, and Brian Haner took a deep breath, rolling over onto his back. Like every morning, he woke up on his bare mattress which lay on the floor, in the corner of the room, the solitary sheet he had twisted around his legs. He reached up and rubbed at his eyes, getting the grog away, as he tried to piece together his dream.
He didn't remember much of it, mostly just voices -- from different people at that, none that he recognized. There was one female voice that gave him a feeling, and he'd assume it belonged to his mother's, but Brian couldn't remember anything of his life before the age of fifteen. It was like it'd been permanently erased from his memory -- as though he were in one of those lame-brain Sci-Fi movies.
His cell phone rang, and he glanced over at where it was plugged into the wall charging. That and the apartment were the most expensive things he owned -- and it looked like it wouldn't be for too long seeing that he was fired from his job the day before. With a sigh, he sat up and reached for it.
"Meet me at the coffee shop." came his best friend's voice when he answered.
"Why?" he asked, "What time is it?"
"Twelve in the fuckin' afternoon," Zack replied playfully, "So get your ass up."
Brian smirked to himself. "Alright," he said, "See you in a few."
Without waiting for a response, he ended the call. He threw another glance around his small, barren bedroom, before he climbed to his feet, kicking the bed sheet away. He bent and grabbed the tee shirt he'd been wearing yesterday, and pulled it on, keeping the jeans he was wearing on. They weren't too dirty. Then he quickly slid his shoes on, and grabbed his jacket from where it was draped over one of the boxes of junk against the wall.
"Are you okay, man? You look like a fucking zombie."
Brian moved his gaze from the window where he'd been staring, and met Zack's green eyes as the two sat across from each other at the small café.
"I don't know," he said slowly.
Zack waited for him to go on, but he didn't. "Do I have to beg to hear what's wrong?" he asked.
Brian smirked, but then it faltered, and he looked down at the table. "I got laid off yesterday." he said shortly.
"What?" Zack asked, immediately concerned as a best friend would be. "What the Hell do you mean, you were the best worker there."
Brian raised his eyebrows. "That's what I thought." he said. "I don't know, maybe I just wasn't meant to work there then."
"Bri," Zack said. "Move in with me, man. You make things harder on yourself by trying to afford that asinine apartment."
Zack didn't have to worry about anything, his parents had just given him the house they'd owned before they moved to Canada for their 'dream home'.
"Zack, I'm twenty-four years old." Brian replied. "I need to make a living for myself."
"And you can," his friend said. "Just move in with me to make it easier."
Brian shrugged. "I don't know." he said, "I'll think about it."
They fell silent, and Brian returned to looking out the window, as Zack took a drink of his coffee, throwing a look around at the other people there on a Saturday afternoon.
"I had this fuckin'...strange ass dream last night." Brian said randomly, looking for anything to converse about.
Zack returned his gaze to his best friend. "What was it about?"
"I don't even remember." Brian replied, "But my mom was in it."
"Your mom?" Zack asked, "But I thought you couldn't remember --"
"Me too." Brian said. "I just think it was her, and I've been trying all morning to remember something about her...but nothing."
Zack paused. "You still don't remember anything?" he asked. "At all?"
"Not before I met you." Brian answered quietly.
Zack shifted, looking slightly uncomfortable. "I'm sorry." he said softly.
Brian looked up at him, smirk coming to his face. "Sorry?" he asked. "For what?"
Zack shrugged. "I don't know, man." he said. "But I mean...maybe you could remember if you hadn't met me."
"Zacky, I swear," Brian said, "You are the silliest bastard I know."
Zack grinned. "I was being serious dude." he said.
"Don't worry." Brian said. "I don't know why I can't remember anything, but I'm positive it's not you."
~x~
"One thing I almost forgot my hate of," Matt said with distaste, "The bastard sun."
He glared up at the sky through his sunglasses, as Johnny stood in the phonebooth, attempting to read the large phonebook. He turned around.
"Master, I can barely turn these pages with you all up on my ass like this." he said sourly.
The both of them, trying to find shelter from the sun, were subconsciously huddling in the phonebooth, Matt practically crushing Johnny against the side. The larger man glanced down at his companion, before reluctantly stepping out of the booth, looking like a cat who'd just been forced to stand outside in the rain.
Johnny popped the collar of his silky, black, button-up shirt, and cleared his throat. "Now." he said, turning back to the phonebook which was attached to the payphone itself. He flipped a page. "You said 'Haner'?"
"Yeah." Matt said. "Like the underwear...with an 'r' at the end."
"Hmm...." Johnny said, his index finger trailing down the page. "Adam Haner, Alex Haner, Alexander Haner, Alexandria Haner, Alisha Haner, ah, Brian Haner." He made a face. "Brian Haner, Brian Haner, Brian Haner."
"He's a junior if that helps." Matt offered, leaning into the booth slightly.
Johnny rolled his eyes with a nod. "Junior, Junior, Junior." He said. "There's like a hundred Brian Haner Juniors."
Matt sighed, and pushed his way into the phone booth again, knocking Johnny into the side once more, his large body crushing the smaller man's with force. With difficulty, he caught a hold of the page with all the Brians, and he tore it from the binding of the big book. He folded it up neatly, and placed it into the chest pocket of his button up shirt -- alike to Johnny's with the exception that it was long-sleeved. Then he stepped out of the booth.
"We'll just have to check out all of them." he replied, as Johnny, looking even more disgruntled stepped out of the booth.
"That could take hours." the shorter man said.
"We have till midnight." Matt said, he smirked. "Besides, I have the utmost confidence. We'll win."