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Shattered Darkness	By : BeyondTheBlade Category: G through L > Glee Views: 7469 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Shattered Darkness

Kurt had waited with dread for the men - Blaine, and his brother - to come back for him. For them to hurt him or threaten him or do something.
He had held out from eating for as long as he could, but eventually the rolling waves of nausea had been too much and he'd given in.
A part of him still wanted to believe that this was some sick joke, even though he knew it wasn't. Even if the kids at school were capable of thinking up something this twisted, none of them had the brains or resources to actually go through with it.
He knew his father must have been worried sick, and that upset him even more. He was all Burt had after his mother had died - they didn't have many other family members.
He'd started counting the days by the number of times food was brought to him - three generally meant one, he assumed, if they were going by regular schedules.
That would mean it had been four days since he'd seen or talked to anyone.
He felt dirty, lonely, and scared. He wanted to wake up from this horrible nightmare. He was sure he'd go crazy in this little cell.
The teenager thought that waiting for something to happen to him was the worst part.
That idea quickly changed when he was hauled out of his tiny room one afternoon (he thought), by a burly man with a buzzcut. He didn't try to fight, for a couple of reasons: 1. He was too scared, 2. He had no idea where he was or how to get out of this place, and 3. The guy was HUGE, and not in the fat way either. He was muscular and athletic and a good seven or eight inches taller than him.
He was led down a long corridor with many other doors identical to his own. From what he could tell, this prison-like area had once been a very large basement, considering the walls and floors were concrete and had old pipes and insulin visible on them. It was damp and dank and certainly smelled like a basement, at least.
They came to an opening with three different hallways, and he was steered into the left direction. It opened up into a large room with a tiled floor and...shower stalls?
Okay, that was what he thought at first. In reality they were stalls with three sides - the concrete wall, and two wooden walls that kept them apart. Rigged above them were rubber hoses hanging down that had been fed through holes in the wall. There was a rack with a few items above each one - a bar of soap, a bottle of shampoo and conditioner, etc.
Slowly, Kurt turned to face the large military man, confused and more than a bit nervous. He stared blankly, hoping he'd say something. On the bright side, at least they weren't gone to see the brothers, he'd only met them once and he didn't like them at all.
The man had his arms crossed, his expression was... well, he didn't really have one. After a few seconds, he seemed to realize what Kurt wanted, because he pointed at one of the "stalls", "Take your clothes off and get in the shower." He said, his voice was completely deadpan.
Kurt really wanted to wash, but he wasn't so sure he was he was desperate enough to use cold hose-water in a makeshift bathroom. Not to mention, the man was still there, watching him. Sure, he wasn't gawking or anything, he didn't seem particularly interested, but he could still see.
"B-But I can't..." He began nervously, hoping the guy would leave him alone long enough to clean up.
"You don't gotta choice, kid." Buzzcut replied flatly, "Either you do it or I take you back, your choice."
The teenager stared helplessly at the blonde man, "Can...can you at least wait outside, or-"
"No." There was no room for argument.
He thought about trying to convince him he wouldn't run away, but he felt too intimidated.
Kurt turned his back on him, closing his eyes as he fought back tears, and started to undress himself slowly. He folded his clothes and set them down on a relatively clean looking spot. He could feel the blush burning his face, despite the fact that it was so cold in thise room he had goosebumps.
He stepped into the stall area, doing his best to keep himself covered. He reached for the valve, making the mistake of standing under the hose when he turned it on.
In hindesight, it was a pretty stupid thing to overlock.
The shriek that left his lips when the water - a thousand times colder than any slushie - hit him could have cracked glass, but Buzzcut didn't flinch.
How could he be expected to clean up in these conditions?
Still, he tried his best to get it over with quickly. Normally showering had been something he enjoyed - it was relaxing - but he just wanted to go back to his small, windowless cell where no one would see him naked.
He tried not to think about how many people had used these stalls, because that was disgust, and instead tried to focus on getting the knots out of his hair.
When he finally finished up, he was thankful to find clean towels sitting on a shelf nearby. Even the tiny bit of protection was better than nothing.
Completely ignoring his "guard", he reached to grab his clothes, only to notice they were gone. They had been replaced with clean ones - simple blue pajamas, the color of ice. He picked them up, almost hesitantly, and changed into the silk garments while doing his best to hide behind the towel.
They fit perfectly, which was a bit unnerving. Maybe they'd guessed his size by basing it off of his clothes? Whatever.
He relaxed a little when he was clothed again.
Buzzcut led him back down the same corridor they'd come through the first time, but instead of returning him to the cell, he pushed him straight past it.
His guess that they were in a basement was confirmed when he was brought up a pair of concrete steps with a crude wooden railing, and the burly man opened the door.
They stepped out into a long hallway - double the side of the one downstairs. The walls were creamy white, accented by dark red and gold picture frames, tables and antiques. It looked like the opposite version of the one he'd just come from. He figured his kidnappers had to be rich to have such a big place with a secret prison beneath it.
Now he was really wondering what was going to happen next, and eventually he couldn't hold back the question.
"Where are you taking me?"
He looked down at Kurt with an unreadable expression, although the boy thought he might have seen a flash of something akin to pity in his eyes.
"I'm taking you to see Mr. Anderson."

Don't worry, I promise the next chapter will be exciting!
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