After Me, After You [10/15]
Title: After Me, After You
Author: destroyaaaaaa
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Rating: PG-13/R
Warning: Torture, Rape
Disclaimer: I don't own My Chem, and I hope this hasn't happened and never will happen.
Summary: Party Poison gets captured by Korse
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Korse reentered the cell in which he was keeping Party Poison and Fun Ghoul less than an hour after sunset. He found the two curled up in the corner, Ghoul wrapped protectively around his original prisoner.
The bald man smirked as he neared the prisoners. He roughly kicked Ghoul in the back, who jerked awake and jumped to his feet between Korse and Poison. "What do you want?" Ghoul reached for his raygun and, upon remembering he didn't have it, held his fists up in a ready stance.
Korse laughed. "I want your boyfriend to spill the beans." Korse reached toward Ghoul, who swung a right hook and nailed his captor on the jawbone with a crunch. "You're going to pay for that," Korse spat, clutching his jaw.
"I look forward to it," Ghoul growled. "Now back away from Poison." He made another swing at Korse, who grabbed his wrist and threw him across the cell. Ghoul hit the bars at the entrance and caused a terrible clang as his head smacked one. He reached back to touch the part of his head that hit, feeling a trail of blood appearing at that spot. He wiped the blood on his pants.
When he looked up from his bloodied hand, Korse had reapproached Poison. "Poison, wake up!" Ghoul shouted.
Poison roused from his sleep slowly, horrified to find Korse standing above him. Before he could make a move, Korse had grabbed his hands and lifted him to his feet. Korse then backed Poison up to one of the ceiling-height horizontal poles and chained him there in full view of the cell.
As Korse finished chaining the weak Killjoy, Ghoul attacked again and jumped on Korse's back, latching his arm around his neck in a choke hold. Calmly, Korse finished locking the taller man in place before knocking Ghoul off him.
Ghoul landed on his back and Korse spun around, placing his BL/ind-style boot directly on Ghoul's neck. "I told you you'd pay," Korse muttered before removing his foot from Ghoul's neck and kicking him hard across the side.
Ghoul rose without much effort and returned to his ready stance, watching Korse with the eyes of a hawk. "Aren't you going to attack, Chief Exterminator?"
Korse relaxed his stance. "No, Fun Ghoul, ladies first. You're the one fucking the man behind me, aren't you?"
Poison used what little energy he had left to swing his feet forward and kick Korse in the back. "You fucked me too, asshole," he grunted.
Korse spun around and grabbed Poison by the neck, lifting him a good two or three inches off the ground and slamming him against the wall. "I think it's time I begin hurting your boyfriend here," he whispered menacingly into Poison's ear.
Ghoul attacked Korse one more time and clapped his hands over the taller man's ears, causing him to fall backward with the sudden pressure. The attack earned Ghoul an elbow to the solar plexus, which made him totter backward, gasping for breath.
Korse shook his head and switched his attention to the gasping Killjoy. He produced yet another chain from his pocket and grabbed Ghoul's hands, chaining them together and to the ceiling grate where Poison hung for the longest time. Ghoul's feet barely touched the ground.
Poison watched in horror, knowing exactly what would happen if Korse kept his word.
Just then, Korse's radio buzzed. "Korse, sir, Kobra Kid has been spotted." In shock, Ghoul shot a worried glance at Poison, who looked like he would cry. Ghoul couldn't tell whether it was because Kid had been captured or because he knew what was going happen or because he was just exhausted from the torture.
Korse glanced at the two worried men and grinned. "Bring him to me."
"No!" Poison cried out.
Korse walked over to Poison, whose chin fell down to his chest. "Now Poison, who should I interrogate first, you boyfriend or your brother?"
Poison looked up and glared at Korse. "How?" he demanded.
"Isn't it obvious? Your eyes, Party Poison. You have the same eyes. Now, who should I interrogate first?" Korse grinned at his uncomfortable captive.
"Neither," Poison spat. "Take me instead. Like you said, I'm not going to live much longer anyway."
Korse slapped Poison before turning and walking over to Ghoul, who by this time was struggling to get his feet to the ground. "How about you tell me? Which is stronger? The bonds of brotherhood or those of romance?"
Ghoul averted his eyes and avoided the question.
"Fine, we'll have to wait and see then."
As if on cue, a Drac entered the cell, dragging a handcuffed Kobra Kid unceremoniously behind him. Kid had a nasty laser burn on his upper left thigh and he just let the Drac drag him along.
"Korse, sir, there was a minor fight. Four men involved. Each fired one shot. Two dead: one Draculoid, one rebel." The Drac entered the cell, still dragging Kid behind him.
"No," Poison more sobbed than shouted. He shook his head in shame. First me, then Frankie, now Mikey, and Ray is dead. This is the end.
A/N: This is NOT the end of the story, in case there was any miscommunication there.