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Brother's Keeper	By : Bloodylocks Category: G through L > Heroes Views: 3679 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Brother's Keeper
- 2-Ch. 2
- 3-Ch. 3
- 4-Ch. 4
- 5-Ch. 5
- 6-Ch. 6
- 7-Chapter 7
- 8-Chapter 8
- 9-Chapter 9
- 10-Chapter 10
- 11-Chapter 11
- 12-Ch 12
- 13-Ch 13
- 14-Ch 14
- 15-Ch 15
- 16-Ch 16
- 17-Ch 17
- 18-Ch 18
- 19-Ch 19
- 20-Ch 20
- 21-Ch 21
- 22-Ch 22
- 23-Ch 23
- 24-Ch 24
- 25-Ch 25
- 26-Ch 26
- 27-Ch 27
- 28-Ch 28
- 29-Ch 29
- 30-Ch 30
- 31-Ch 31
- 6
- 7
- 8
Chapter 7
Eight hours later, the Petrelli brothers were awoken from their troubled sleep by the door swinging open. Mick stood in the doorway, a wicked grin on his scruffy face.
"Time for another game."
"No..." Nathan wailed as he got to his feet and stood in front of his brother. "NO! If you touch him, I'll..."
Mick violently knocked him aside with a fist and went straight for Peter, who lay motionless but whimpering on the stained mattress.
"Hello, pretty one..." the rugged man leered, caressing Peter's face with a filthy hand. "What do ya say you and me have some fun, err?"
Nathan felt hot blood pour down from his nose and the pain that came with it, but neither sensation was registered by his higher consciousness at the time. Nathan could only focus on what was happening to Peter. Watching the vile creature for a man who had raped and tortured Peter lean over his little brother awoke feelings in the lawyer that he didn't think he had. He wanted to kill Mick, slaughter him, tear him to pieces and make him experience ten times the pain he had caused the poor helpless boy who could only whimper and beg for his big brother to save him.
Nathan got to his feet and briefly considered whether he could overpower Mick without hurting Peter in the process when the local turned toward him, knife in his hand. The blade hovered inches from Peter's face.
"If ya try anything, pal, I'll cut yer baby bro a new face. Got that?"'
Though his eyes read of nothing but hate, Nathan stayed back, because he was still of rational mind and soft at heart. He knew nothing good would come of whatever games Mick would want to play, but obeying their words was the best bet at keeping Peter alive right now.
"Mick, git yer faggot ass up here right now with'em!" Jeff's voice hollered from the ground floor.
"I'mma comin'!" Mick angrily shouted back. He pointed the knife at Nathan. "You, pick him up."
Obediently following the order, Nathan was glad that at least he would be the one to carry Peter as they were guided out of the room and once again upstairs.
There in the terrible room seen many times before, Jeff stood, leaning against the beam and playing with a screwdriver.
"So... we're all here."
Peter felt like deadweight in his arms, but Nathan could feel his brother's warm exhales against his neck. The boy's arms were limply thrown around his neck, but Peter wasn't keeping any conscious hold on the older man. He was simply too weak to bother.
Nathan remained watchful and silent, waiting for their captors to speak their mind first. He had long since given up hope of being set free, and he knew that if he wanted to act, it had to be now. Peter's condition demanded it.
"Put yer brother down," Jeff finally ordered, gesturing with the screwdriver.
Nathan's jaw muscles flexed. "No."
"If ya wanna live, ya'll do as I say! I wanna fuck him once before he's too messed up to be any fun!"
"You've done enough!" Nathan roared. "Just look at him! He'll die if you do anymore, so just LEAVE HIM ALONE!"
Already Mick was at his side, grabbing Peter by the arms to drag him away, but Nathan reacted by impulse. He bent in reaction to the nearby arm and bit down on the dirty skin. Hard.
Mick howled like a stuck pig and pulled away before punching Nathan with his good hand. Determined though he was, Nathan reflexively went limp for a second, and that second was all Mick needed to yank the boy away.
"PETER!" Nathan screamed as he staggered to his feet. Jeff tackled him against the wall as Mick took the screwdriver for himself, holding Peter close and trailing the tool up a bruised thigh.
"Maybe this fairy just needs somethin' to make him manlier," the man chuckled. "I could make him a tattoo right now. Maybe right on his dick!"
"NO STOP IT JUST STOP," Nathan shouted, reaching for his brother past Mick's hold. "TAKE ME TAKE ME JUST DON'T HURT HIM!!"
His plea fell on deaf ears, however, and Mick kept going without interruption. He poked Peter's genitals with the tip of the screwdriver, and a barely audible squeal of pain and fear mixed escaped the boy's lips, but he was long past struggling or offering any kind of resistance.
"Or maybe we should geld the little bitch!" Mick continued, looking more and more excited. "Make a real girl outta him! What'dya say, bro?"
"No, please, no..." Nathan managed between nearly hysterical sobs. "Don't h-hurt him anymore... I beg you... He won't survive..."
Silence ruled for a few seconds following the plea, and then a fiendish grin appeared on Jeff's face. He jokingly poked a quivering Nathan with the tip of his boot and nodded at Mick.
"Give the boy to him," he said. "I've got an idea..."
"There you go, go on," Mick said, curious as to how his brother's plan would play out.
He released Peter, who squirmed on the floor, making little squeaks as though he were a newborn kitten. Nathan instantly made a break for him when he was released by Jeff. Arms flew over the boy and whispers of reassurance were heard.
"You want him safe so bad...?" Jeff inquired, watching the spectacle. "You do what we say."
Nathan remained silent, waiting for an ultimatum. His gaze never strayed from his baby brother.
"You love him so bad, we want you to fuck him long and hard."
Glaring at Jeff, Nathan thought about the demand made on him for the sake of his brother's safety. He never wanted Peter to be treated in such a way again, even if he had been preparing for it prior to this kidnapping and torture.
"You don't fuck 'im, we fuck him instead, and we'll kill you, because you ain't done nothin' for our enjoyment."
Nathan looked back at Peter again, who was just awake enough to seemingly understand what was going on.
"N-Nathan...?" Peter murmured past dry, cracked lips. He was held up by his brother's arms and could both hear and feel the strong beat of Nathan's heart. The pace of it signaled that the lawyer was experiencing nearly unbearable emotional stress.
"No..." Nathan finally said. "I can't. I can't do it. Please don't make me."
Jeff knelt opposite his older captive and leaned in, as if to kiss Nathan. His stench was a multitude of foul smells added onto one another, and Nathan's instincts told him to recoil, but he wanted to show the men that he was not so easily intimidated.
"So, tell me, pal... Ya ever fucked yer brother before?"
"What the fuck kind of a question is that?!" Nathan snapped, unable to contain his anger.
Jeff just continued to smile. "Oh come on, don't tell me you haven't thought of it. He's very pretty. Like a girl. Bet he's made yer pants tight more than a couple of times."
Nathan held back a spit to the man's face at the last possible moment. Instead he only glared hatred at Jeff, who continued to grin.
"You really love yer brother."
"Not like that," Nathan argued in a low and trembling voice.
"You wanna see him live for another day, you love him like that right now."
Looking down at Peter's weakened expression made his own go soft and sympathetic. He had never thought of his brother sexually before, and though Peter would have wanted to in another time and place, he still could not now. All he saw was his hurt baby brother, someone who should have never been treated this way, someone who should have been protected.
Laying Peter down on his back, Nathan cupped the young man's face, considering how he should begin.
If I'm gentle... Nathan found himself thinking, if he doesn't die, then it won't be so bad... Sobbing, Nathan rested his head against the floor, right next to Peter's own.
"I can't," he groaned. "I can't!"
"Nathan..." Peter uttered, his voice surprisingly steady. "Please... I don't wanna die..."
"Oh, Pete..." He was crying now, pressing their foreheads together as they lay beside one another on the dirty floor. "I... I couldn't live with myself if I did..."
"Rather you than them..." Peter rasped. "Please... D-don't let them t-take m-me..."
The stress of having to make such an impossible choice threatened to consume Nathan from the inside and out, choke him like a wave of crude oil. He had promised to do anything to protect Peter from these men, and he intended to keep that promise. Even if it meant...
On the other hand, there was no guarantee that they would keep their end of the bargain, as Nathan had already found himself betrayed once.
"Make yer choice, pal, or we'll make it for ya," Jeff's voice said and was emphasized with a new poke by his shoe.
The lawyer quickly went through the options one more time. If he refused, he'd be killed and that would leave Peter completely alone with their tormentors. That was the worst fate imaginable for his baby brother and thus out of question.
"Alright..." Nathan said with a barely subdued sob. "Alright..."
The two men behind him whooped in triumph and one of them slapped Nathan on the back as though in congratulation.
"Now we're gonna see some real action," Mick said and he grabbed two bottles of whiskey for refreshment. Jeff immediately took a swig and splashed some onto Nathan's back.
"There's one for you too!" he jeered.
Nathan tried to ignore them so that he could get this over with quickly. He wanted to be gentle with Peter too, but even gently would not do for a boy in his condition and state of trauma. What if penetrating Peter one more time killed him?
"Get to it, city boy!" Mick yelled, stomping his foot. "Do him long and hard!"
Eyes squeezed shut, Nathan spread Peter's legs and his heart nearly broke in two when he heard the tiny yelp in response.
"Fuck him good!"
"Make him scream!"
"Hell yeah, make the little cocksucker cry!"
Gritting his teeth, Nathan looked at Peter one last time and saw the fear in his face, the tense nature of his small body preparing for what he knew would hurt. Nathan knew it would never be enough. Even if he was gentle, the men watching would order him to thrust faster and harder, and he could never do that.
//I have to buy us some time...// Nathan thought, fervently browsing his mental archives for something that could possibly give them a reprieve. Peter's large eyes were regarding him with a mixture of silent fear and longing. Though swollen and watery, the message in them was clear. His brother was begging him to get started.
Nathan bent down and placed a gentle kiss on his brother's hot, almost burning forehead.
"Close your eyes, baby..." he whispered, and Peter obediently did as he was told. Nathan did not believe he could go through with it while fixated by Peter's almost glassy gaze.
"Get to it, you faggot!" Jeff suddenly snapped and prodded Nathan with his boot, as if to kick-start him.
Swallowing, the lawyer nodded. Their captors did not need yet another reason to hurt Peter.
"Okay... okay..." he murmured, feeling his own heart hammer in his chest. Looking down, he could see that he lacked the one thing vital for the act. Unless he could somehow get a hard-on, they were both doomed.
Feeling the need to encourage his brother and reassure him that he was ready, Peter lifted a shaky hand, reaching blindly for skin and stroking with an inconsistent strength. Nathan shut his eyes as well, desperate to feel aroused, but the idea of penetrating his own brother, especially when the boy was wounded and ill, did anything but give him pleasure.
Come on, he thought as he used one hand to stroke himself, but even then the physical reaction was barely firm.
//I have to do this... they'll kill him, I HAVE to//
"I'm real damn disappointed," Mick said, sounding bored.
"Yeah, me too," Jeff replied, walking towards Nathan, who began to panic.
"No!" the young lawyer cried. "No, please! Just give me another minute!"
"You had yer chance," Jeff snarled as he grabbed his prisoner by the shoulders and pulled him away.
"Nathan!" Peter wailed, weak hand gripping Nathan's own.
"No! Please, don't!" Nathan yelled, his grasp finally coming loose and the contact between him and his baby brother was severed.
A knife was put to Nathan's throat and his head was pulled back by Jeff, who then sniffed and licked his captive's exposed neck, causing Nathan to believe the crazed psychopath might actually take a bite out of him.
"You're the most useless piece of crap we've seen in a long time," Jeff stated matter-of-factly, hand still in Nathan's hair. "But don't worry, you'll be useful in time. My family and I are almost running out of meat. But now you're here to fix that, aren't ya?"
A cold hand gripped Nathan's heart when he realized that the men intended to butcher him for the purpose of eating him. It had not struck him until now that the family also practiced cannibalism, but given their nature, it was not all that surprising.
"Mick!"
"Yeah?"
Jeff shoved his captive in the direction of his brother. "Get Amos. Then take this douche bag out to the yard and hack 'im up. I'll need some alone-time with this little honey..." He threw a lustful glance at Peter's supine form and licked his lips.
Peter almost instantly closed his eyes in defeat, and the way his body went slack suggested that he might have fainted in his already weak state.
"PETER!" Nathan screamed as he was dragged bodily from the room. "YOU BASTARDS, DON'T HURT HIM! I'LL KILL YOU!!"
Jeff only laughed in response and waved a cheerful goodbye to Nathan. The lawyer proceeded to be dragged further down the hallway, arm around his neck as though he were a chicken ready for the chopping block. Mick was hollering for Amos, and in no time the two men were outside. Amos hurried after them, snickering as Mick picked up a pick axe from the back porch.
*
Jeff slowly approached his victim, like a predator stalking a prey. The boy lay unmoving on the dirty floor, legs still spread from his brother's earlier, pathetic attempts to fuck him. Jeff grinned at what awaited the little slut. Judging from how he boy looked, he would not last long. This might be his last chance to have some fun.
"Hey there, beautiful..." the sadistic man leered, kneeling between Peter's splayed thighs and running his hands over the slender torso. He tore open the shirt Peter still wore, exposing a smooth, pale chest that rose and fell with an even rhythm. A rough tweaking of his right nipple brought Peter back from the brink of unconsciousness, and he opened his eyes only to realize that the figure leaning over him was not his brother but one of his rapists. Tears flooded the young man's eyes, but he no longer had the strength to sob.
Jeff stood up and walked away for only a few seconds. Wherever he went, out of the room or not, Peter had no idea and did not care. He just wanted to be dead now. Nathan did not fuck him to save his life, maybe even because he received no pleasure from him. Was he revolted by Peter?
"Just in case you try anything funny - and I ain't sayin' you will, but just in case - I'mma give you a present," Jeff said when he approached Peter again.
From behind his back he produced a chain leash, used by conventional standards as a lead for a dog. It looped like a lasso and would tighten with every pull. However, this chain was ages old and rusty, so its jagged nature would not tighten to the point of fully strangling Jeff's new pet.
"Here's a collar for my bitch," he mused aloud, placing the rusty loop around the weeping boy's neck. "You an' I are gonna have some fun."
Peter's hands reflexively went to his throat to try loosening the collar that had been put on him, but his feeble attempts earned him nothing except another pull on the lasso that further tightened around his neck. How much would it take to have the man kill him before he could rape him again?
"N-Nath-aan..." Peter rasped, wondering where Mick had taken his brother. Despite his eyesight failing him - all he could see now were blurred outlines and shadowy shapes - he could sense that Nathan was no longer in the room with them. Was Nathan even alive any longer?
Even though Peter had never paid much attention to religion of any kind, he couldn't help but pray now.
//Please, God... Please reunite me with my brother in the afterlife...//
However, spiteful and condescending voices in the back of his head kept telling him that there was only one place for filthy little whores like he, and that was not what people called Heaven.
Faintly he felt something at his ear and when he snapped back into reality, he realized Jeff's teeth were lightly nibbling at his ear lobe, as though the two were lovers.
"Scream for me," a monstrous voice whispered, and the teeth clenched down hard.
*
Beyond a set of tall trees behind the cabin was a clearing. On any other occasion, the cleared space would have looked peaceful and beautiful amongst the woods, but Nathan knew what this place was meant for. Within the lush green grass was a patch of dirt that still had no time to grow vegetation. Such an image was caused by feet which had too often trotted through, dragging prisoners to a spot where blood seemingly refused to be washed away. Nathan knew why the grass was so thick and healthy, based on the sight of scattered bones which had provided food for the earth.
Nathan's hands had been tied before him, and he was led forward by the lumbering retarded giant their captors called Amos. Based on some conversation he'd overheard, Amos and Kitty were the twin son and daughter of Jeff. He dared not speculate who their mother was, or what had happened to her.
Suddenly Mick stopped, and Amos followed his uncle's example, his heavy hand squeezing Nathan's shoulder. Nathan felt a strong urge to duck from the young man's breath that washed over his neck. It smelled like cadaver.
"On your knees," Mick ordered, and immediately Amos' hand made sure he obeyed the command.
Glancing up, Nathan could see that his soon-to-be executioner was already raising the pick-axe. Behind him, Amos laughed foolishly.
Nathan thought for a brief moment that he might as well give up now. He had lost Peter, who was most likely dying a slow death, alone and afraid. Hence Nathan lost any hope he had left.
"Night-night," Mick said jovially as he prepared to bring the pick down. Nathan would not even bother to flinch. But miraculously enough, the swing was not dealt. Amos had interrupted the execution, crying out some unintelligible objection. Mick however seemed to understand.
"Yeah, yer right. It is yer turn, I forgot."
He handed his lumbering relative the tool and they switched places, Mick's hands holding onto Nathan's shoulders.
"Aim for the head, kid. And be careful, don't hit me."
At first Nathan did not care to listen. They were still going to kill him. And then Peter would be next, if he was not dead already.
He would give them the satisfaction of pleading for his life. Nathan Petrelli was not scared of death. The only thing that frightened him now was the thought of what was probably happening to his little brother this very second. //Oh, Peter, please forgive me... I failed you...//
He mimed the words but did not speak them out loud. If Peter was already dead, maybe he could somehow hear them anyway. And perhaps he could also forgive his brother.
Nathan watched Amos swing the axe toward him in a slow, murderous arc. The whole event seemed to be happening in slow motion, despite the fact that in reality it was over in less than a second. It dawned on Nathan that he was still alive when the weapon only grazed the edge of his hair.
Amos had missed.
Mick was suddenly screaming, and Nathan realized what had occurred. Blood was spraying on the ground, but he did not care. His mind was a blur, as was his vision as he dove for Amos' waist, sending the huge man off balance and toppling backwards. Whirling about, Nathan ran for Mick's flailing body, and only then did he see the damage done. The wild swing was not the foolish decision; it was Mick's action to hold onto his prisoner. �
Grasping the handle of the pickaxe with quaking hands, Mick was moaning loudly as he tried to remove the weapon from his body. Such was difficult since the angle of the blow was awkward and the position of the pick's blade in his neck. Blood shot from his mouth as he desperately yanked at the handle just above his head.
The horrible man did not have long to live, but Nathan was not going to wait around while Amos got up. He grabbed the handle and, with one foot pinning Mick to the ground, yanked upward. Ignoring the scream, he turned and saw Amos plodding toward him.
Nathan immediately changed his objective; Mick could wait, the retarded juggernaut could not. He raised the axe to strike Amos instead, but before he could deliver the blow, the man-child's massive body collided with his and they both went to the ground, tangled up in a heap of limbs. The pick-axe flew out of Nathan's hands and landed in the grass a few feet away. Despite doing his best to subdue the giant with repeated blows to the head, a huge hand soon closed around the lawyer's throat and he was dragged to his feet, sputtering and choking while trying to dislodge the vice-like hold. Amos growled at him, resembling a ferocious pitbull rather than a human, and half-pushed, half-threw his target away, causing Nathan to fly through the air like a mitten.
Head spinning, Nathan expected to be thrown a second time, but instead he had time to rise from his prone position on the grass. Confused, he glanced over at Amos, who hurried back over to the groaning mass that was Mick. The giant of a man grabbed a motionless arm and tugged in an effort to make the other man join in on the fight. Predictably, Mick only screamed in response, and Amos had no clue as to why his uncle was not following him.
Looking around for a way out, Nathan saw it: the pick was within reach now. Eyes wide, he picked it up and ran for his target, who was too engrossed with making Mick stand up.
This time Amos was not fast enough. With a cry of pure rage, Nathan swung his weapon and sank the pick at least four inches into the huge man's back. Howling, Amos staggered back a few steps, his hands fruitlessly grasping for the metal object still embedded in his body.
Nathan watched the display for a few seconds, expecting Amos to join his uncle as a pile of motionless dead meat on the ground. Judging from the location, the pick should have pierced his left lung and perhaps even his heart. What Nathan definitely did not expect was the blow to the head when he reached for the axe handle to repeat his earlier action. Seeing stars despite eyes wide open, the older Petrelli brother sank down from the impact, fighting desperately not to lose consciousness.
When Amos realized he could not reach for the pick handle, he decided to use another kind of weapon. Staggering about, he picked up a large rock and approached Nathan with heavy steps. Still in a daze, Nathan struggled to stand in order to dodge the attack. Wheezing, Amos lifted the rock, but his injury had made him disoriented too, and he stumbled backwards. Nathan could only watch as the huge man fell onto his back, and thus onto the pick.
Nearly collapsing from the relief and the blow to the head, the former Naval officer stood on wobbly legs and slowly walked past the fallen man, in case he may still somehow be alive. He approached Mick and saw that the last of his life was ebbing out from the wound in his neck. Keeping a stern eye on the twitching body, Nathan searched Mick's pockets and found a knife. Licking his lips in determination, he used the blade to sever his restraints, warily observing the man before him.
Straddling the dying man, he leaned forward and looked clean into the now glassy but still conscious eye of his former captor. Grabbing Mick's greasy hair, he slammed the other's head hard against the ground a few times, hearing the nauseating but somehow satisfying crack of a skull. A gurgling sound and bubbles of blood left Mick's lips, and his eyes rolled up in his head; a clear sign that his time was almost up.
"That was for raping my brother, you pig!" Nathan hissed, shocked at the pure, unadulterated hatred in his own voice. Yet without a moment's hesitation, he buried the knife in his opponent's heart, breathing a sigh of relief at knowing that Mick certainly wasn't going to revive from it.
Pulling the knife out made Nathan want to stab the body over and over again, but he resisted. The anger he felt had to still be kept inside for another man. Glancing at the light spray of blood on his naked skin, Nathan formed the idea to take his adversary's clothes. They were filthy, but the articles of clothing covered him. Once he knew the tattered boots would not be falling off his feet anytime soon, he pocketed the knife and ran through the trees, back towards the cabin.

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