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Hope Is A Waking Dream	By : IrishKisser Category: G through L > Glee Views: 2910 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Rory Flanigan or the show Glee. I do not make any profit from this, it is written purely for fun and for other fans.

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Pilgrim, how you journey
On the road you chose
To find out why the winds die
And where the stories go...
Pilgrim, Enya

Chapter 1: Seeing Those Eyes Makes It So Hard Not To Cry

            One sixteen year old Rory Flanagan stood at the door of his new and latest home, Mercy and Prayer's Orphanage. His backpack with the few belonging he had was hanging on his shoulder, his social worker stood next to him with a facial of concern. He was quite the whole ride here.
            "Do you want to talk about it, Rory?"
            Rory simply shakes his head. No, he didn't want to talk about how his previous foster parents promised they wouldn't turn their backs on him. No, he didn't want to talk about how they gave him the cold shoulder, just like they said they wouldn't. No, he didn't want to talk about it. He wanted to forget all about it. If there was one thing in this world that Rory hated, it was liars. Liars were the worst.
            "Well, I'm sure Markus will take great care of you," She tried to reassure him with her smile but Rory wasn't having it. She felt bad for the kid, never feeling accepted by even the lonliest people. She can't recall Rory ever talking about friends, or family for that matter. Nope, Vanessa was confused just like everyone else. Why didn't anyone feel the instant attachment she did when she first saw Rory, eight years old and already all alone in this world. Maybe the world really has turned cold...
            "Oh hey!" A man who looked to be in his late thirties smiled when he opened the front door of the residence and saw the two standing on his door step," I wasn't expecting you until five. Was there something wrong?"
            "Well, to be honest mister Hail, I was assuming Rory would have wanted to eat before coming. I was wrong though," She smiled sadly and looked at Rory who was staring at his feet," say hi, Rory. This is Markus."
            "Please, please, call me Mark," He grinned, holding his hand out to shake hers. She smiled and took his offer.
            "Would you like me to help you set up your stuff, Rory?" She asked, putting a gentle hand on his shoulder.
            Rory shook his head, not sure what to tell her. Please take me with you? Why doesn't anyone care? There was always a million questions running through Rory's mind but none of them ever seemed to have an answer.
            "Okay then, I will be back in two weeks to check up on you. You behave," She smiled jokingly before smiling at Rory and heading for her car, covering her head as best she could from the rain.
            "Come on in Rory, you must be freezing. Don't you have a jacket?" Markus asked, leading Rory inside the warm and cozy hallway.
            "Uh, no. I don't," Rory wasn't sure if it was him but something about Markus gave him the creeps. Maybe it was his smile, or is "too nice" demeanor. Rory couldn't quite put his finger on it but there definitely was something off about the man.
            "Are you hungry? I know you said you didn't want to eat before coming here but maybe you were just nervous. I know how I get when my nerves are on end," He laughed," can I take that for you?" Markus was indicating toward's Rory's backpack.
            "Um... sure," Rory slid the bag off of his shoulders and handed it to Markus who was staring at him," Do I... have something on my face?" The question itself sounded funny but Rory was being completely serious. He hated when people stared at him. It made him feel more like an outsider than he already was...
            "No, no. I was just uh... you just... there's something about your voice that sounds so familiar but I can't quite place it. Maybe I'm just imagining it though," Markus explained, taking the backpack and walking down the hallway," are you coming?"
            Rory instantly followed him. Markus finally stopped in the hallway that was filled with doors and turned to his left," This is you. The others are at school, so you won't be able to meet the other fantastic four I have here." If it wasn't the wording, it was definitely the tone that gave Rory goosebumps. Markus opened the door to reveal a medium sized room with double single bed made with blankets and pillows. The room looked freshly painted but plain and boring at the same time.
            "I fixed it up before you came so you can do your own thing with it. Hang posters or christmas lights or whatever you teens do these days," Markus commented, patting Rory on the shoulder," you like it?"
            No. "Yea, it's, it's great," Rory hesitated before walking into the room and taking a fuller look. There was a closet door to his left.
            "You hate it, I can see it on your face," Markus's voice sounded so disappointed that Rory then felt bad for disliking the room.
            "No, no. I mean, it's just.. uh. Not was I was expecting, I guess you could say." Why am I trying to explain myself to this guy? I don't even know him, Rory thought before sitting on the bed.
            Markus sighed, setting the backpack down on the floor and sitting next to Rory," Look, I can help you decorate or re-paint or whatever, but I would rather you tell me then lie to me," Markus' voice was dead serious and it made Rory slightly nervous. And I thought I hated liars.
            "No, it's fine. I'm sure it's just because it's a new room. That's all," Rory's voice sounded nervous but he tried his best to hide it.
            Markus eyed him for a moment before standing suddenly and walking towards the door," Well, supper is always at six. I'm sure the others will fill you in on everything before then." And that was all Markus said before shutting the door, leaving Rory to himself to stare out of the one small window in his room to look at a world that looked as cold as it felt.
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            Rory didn't know it but he had fallen asleep on his bed soon after Markus had left. His eyes were tired and his mind felt foggy but soon jolted awake when he heard a loud crash of something falling. He rushed out of bed and swung his door open. There wasn't anything out of the ordinary about the hallway so he walked down towards the dining room where he saw dinner plates and silverware set. Oh man, what time is it? Rory thought, recalling Markus' words about dinner. He saw a grandfather in the corner that read six fourty-three.
            ".... I SAID SIX RIGHT! FUCK!" Rory heard Markus yell from the kitchen before a loud crash of what he could only assume were pans hitting the floor. The sound made Rory flinch but he moved towards the door anyway. He slowly creaked open the two way swinging door and saw two young boys cleaning up a broken plate off of the floor and Markus leaning on the counter, his face red. It was only a moment until the two boys noticed Rory and instantly glared at him, not saying a word.
            "Rory?" Markus' voice sounded hoarse from yelling. That didn't make Rory want to come any closer.
            "Y-yes?" He felt his body start to shake and he didn't know why. It was just the way Markus was standing there, leaning on the counter with one hand, rubbing his eyes roughly with the other.
            "Let me ask you something. When I said six, what exactly did that mean to you?" His voice was agitated but Rory could tell that Markus was attempting to stay calm, or at least pretend to stay calm.
            "Uh... well, I....I sort of... fell asleep?" Rory couldn't get his voice any louder if he tried. Markus strained to hear the answer to his question and slowly nodded his head.
            "Uh-huh. Are you sure it's not because you have something against me, Rory? Hmmm, am I not exactly what you were expecting?" Markus' voice was getting louder, his face turning red again.
            "No! No, I'm-I'm telling the truth. I was just.. tired is all," Is this guy criminally insane or something? Rory thought as he let the door close behind him, thinking that the door just sealed his doom when it shut.

            Markus smiled and began to chuckle deeply, making his was over to stand in front of Rory. The two boys finished cleaning up the glass, threw it away, and walked quietly out of the room, leaving Rory alone with Markus. Rory had been following their movements with his eyes until they left and looked up at Markus nervously.
            “I’m sorry I was late for dinner. I-I really didn’t mean to be…,” Rory’s voice trailed off when Markus’ hand came up to caress his cheek. Rory had to fight the urge to move away from it. It’s just a loving gesture, right? He thought. Wrong... Something's wrong....
            "Rory....," Markus sighed. His eyes looked sad but something else lied beneath the false emotion that Rory couldn't quite place.
            The hand that was caressing his face lightly travelled to Rory's soft short head of hair and tightly gripped a handful, causing Rory to groan out in pain suddenly. Markus' mouth was at his ear in an instant.
Markus harshly whispered," When I say it's time for dinner, it's time for dinner. When I say it's time for bed, it's time for bed. Whatever I say, whenever I say it, you do it. Is that understood?" His lips lingered at the soft skin of Rory's neck, lightly brushing against it causing shivers to go down Rory's spine.
            "Y-y-yes sir," Rory gulped, forgetting how to breathe.
            Markus suddenly let his hair go and pulled away from him with a smile on his face," Good. Because it's your first day, I'm gonna take it easy on you." Markus winked, a smile still in place on his lips," so I left you some spagetti in the microwave." Markus went for the door to exit across the room before he stopped to look at a still stunned Rory," Nothing personal Rory. But next time, I won't be so nice." And with that, Markus left a very dumbfounded and terrified young man who felt like nothing more than a young boy who was lost in a hopeless situation.
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A/N: This is just kind of the beginning of the whole story. I have a tendancy to rush into things when I write so I'm trying to work on that. It would be awesome if you guys gave me your opinion on wether or not it felt too fast or not. And also, later chapters will have MAJOR WARNINGS. Oh yea, Markus is a creep. ;) Well... he's get's creepier. lol. thanks for reading, I really do hope you enjoyed it!
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