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Disclaimer: -I don�t own any of the characters of The Shield, they all belong to Shawn Ryan and FX.
Secrets Chapter 8.
They�d checked just about every toilet cubicle in the school, had been out to the athletics track to check behind the bleachers, and were circling back to their starting point by cutting behind the science block. They�d looked everywhere they thought the kid might have run to if he was upset, but had come up empty handed. Vic was beginning to think that Shane might be right after all when, after they�d pushed open the last cubicle door, he�d wondered if the obviously frightened boy might have ditched school completely, in which case he could be anywhere. Vic was startled from his conjecture on Holland�s whereabouts by Shane grabbing his arm, and pointing,
"Isn�t that his backpack?"
Looking to where Shane was indicating he could see the abandoned backpack lying next to the old swimming pool building. Well if the kid wanted to be alone it was the perfect place to go. It was out-of-bounds, and tucked away behind the science block, away from the main areas of the school.
"Let�s go and have a look." Vic said.
Reaching the backpack Vic squatted down and opened it up, and sure enough there was "Elektra" stuffed into it, on top of a couple of biology books, a Shakespeare text and a book on American history.
"Yep it�s his." Vic confirmed, straightening up, and picking up the backpack, "Wonder why he dropped it here?"
"The lock�s broken on that door," Shane said, "Do you think he went in?"
"Let�s take a look."
"Damn kid�s a pain in the ass." Shane grumbled.
Vic grinned at him, and said,
"Well the two of you should get on with each other then."
"Oh yeah�ha, ha. You won�t be so fond of him when we get caught in there, and get suspended." Shane told him.
"Stop griping and come on." Vic said with a smile.
Reaching out he pushed open the side door and stepped into the deserted building.
Vic shivered slightly; it was cold in the empty building after having been out in the sunshine.
"Where do we start?" Shane asked.
"No idea," Vic replied. "I guess we�ll have to go from room to room until we find him."
"Hey Holland, where are you kid!" Shane shouted.
Vic rounded on him,
"Shh! Don�t shout, if he hears us coming he might give us the slip."
Shane let out a sigh, and rolled his eyes,
"Fine�fine, let�s just get on with it." Then under his breath, just loud enough for Vic to hear, "Pain in the ass geek."
They moved down the corridor, and looked in the empty offices on either side, but found nothing. The swimming pool itself was also empty. Just peeling paint, and broken tiles everywhere, and a slight musty smell of decay, tinged with Chlorine, that made Vic and Shane both wrinkle their noses.
It was as they walked down the corridor towards the locker room that they saw something that made Vic�s hackles rise, and he suddenly felt on edge, as he knew something was very wrong. Lying on its side, the laces still tied, was a blue and white sneaker, just like the ones Holland had been wearing.
"What the fuck�" Shane exclaimed, as he bent down and picked up the shoe. "First his backpack, and now one sneaker�what�s going on?"
"I don�t know, but I don�t like it. Come on Shane." Vic said a note of urgency in his voice as he moved towards the locker room door.
Then they both ed aed again as they heard voices, coming from inside the room. The first voice they both recognised as Holland�s, he sounded panicked and afraid,
"�please don�t�let me go�I�I won�t tell anyone if you let me go�I promise."
It took Vic a second to recognise the second voice, but when he did he glanced at Shane, and saw recognition in his face too. It was Paul Jackson, sounding as nasty and vicious as usual,
"Shut up you little faggot�you�ll do what you�re fucking told, or I swear I�ll break your fucking arm�Now open your mouth, and if you bite me I�ll kick the fucking shit outta you."
Jackson�s words caused a maelstrom of thoughts and images, none of them good, to flash through Vic�s mind.
"I said open your fucking mouth you little piece of shit." They heard Jackson say.
Then they both heard Holland cry out in pain, and Jackson�s self-satisfied tones,
"That�s it�now don�t you bite."
Vic didn�t wait to hear anymore. He had a pretty good idea of what was happening in that room, and it made him feel sick, and mad as hell.
Shoving the door open Vic burst into the room, with an equally enraged Shane right behind him. The sight that met them made them both falter for a moment, and Vic felt his stomach turn over in disgust.
Jackson was standing, while Holland had been forced to kneel in front of him. One of Jackson�s hands was threaded into Holland�s dark hair, his fingers grasping it, pulling painfully on it. Jackson�s face was flushed, his eyes gleaming with excitement. His other hand was down by the open zipper of his trousers, holding his rapidly wilting erection. Holland had one hand up holding the wrist of the hand Jackson had in his hair, and despite the obvious pain it was causing him; he was still trying to pull his head back away from him. Vic didn�t think he�d ever seen anyone look so afraid in his life. The poor kid looked absolutely terrified. His eyes were wide, tears running down his cheeks, his face as pale as chalk. His bottom lip was bleeding where he�d been hit, and his teeth had accidentally cut into the skin. For a second Vic stared, almost mesmerized, at the little trickle of blood that slowly made its way down his chin.
A flash of relief flooded through Vic, that at least they�d arrived in time to stop Jackson from committing this abomination against the younger boy, but then Vic realised with a jolt that they weren�t quite in time to prevent everything. His shocked gazok iok in the whole of Holland, and not just his terrified face, and Vic felt his hands clenching into fists. Holland�s clothes were disheveled. His sweater was torn, the sleeve coming away from the shoulder. Bile rose in Vic�s throat when he saw the boy�s trousers had been undone, and were partially pulled down. Nearest to them one pale hip was exposed, the white flesh marred by fresh scratch marks.
"You bastard." Vic ground out at Jackson.
Jackson�s reaction was immediate. He quickly stuffed his now flaccid penis back into his trousers, and let Holland go. Zipping up he rapidly backed away from Vic and Shane, frantically looking from one to the other. He stuttered out,
"Look it isn�t what it looks like."
"Yeah�well it looks like fucking rape to me you sick prick." Vic said, his voice cold.
"No.�I was just scaring him�just fucking with his head, you know. I wouldn�t really have done it."
"Fucking liar." Shane said, as he moved to stand next to Vic, making sure Jackson couldn�t slip past them and get away.
"Looks to me like you�d done plenty before we got here shit-head." Vic said.
Realizing that his denials weren�t working, Jackson made his biggest mistake. He decided to change tactics, remembering what he�d seen earlier, and his own warped thinking misinterpreting it, he schooled his face into one of his sneering smiles he said,
"I saw you both with him over by the trees earlier�I saw him run off after you�d grabbed at him, and I followed him down here�If you like�we can all share him."
When he thought about it afterwards Shane was sure that Vic actually growled when he moved forward, and grabbed Jackson by the throat, and pushed him back against the wall.
That Jackson would actually think him and Shane would do that, that they were anything like him, completely incensed Vic. He just saw red. He was so mad it was almost as if he�d blacked out. One moment he�d been moving forward to grab Jackson, and the next he could hear Shane�s voice frantically shouting at him,
"That�s enough�Jesus Vic stop it you�ll kill him!"
Vic came to his senses, his left hand still wrapped around Jackson�s throat, his right hand pulled back ready to throw another punch. Jackson was flinching back from him, crying. His nose was bleeding, maybe even broken, one eye already blackened and swelling. Vic grunted in disgust and practically threw the worthless bully away from him, and on to the floor, where he curled up crying.
Shane was bouncing from one foot to the other; the blue and white sneaker still clutched in one hand, looking from Vic to Jackson and back again.
Flexing his now sore right hand Vic suddenly remembered the other occupant of the room, and looked around to find Holland.
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