You're only mine!...(edited)

C.B was relaxing on his couch. He had his feet up on the little coffee table in front of him, a good book in his hands and Beethoven's Symphony No.9 playing quietly in the background...when he was interrupted by a sharp knocking on his front door. His lip curling a little in annoyance, he put a bookmark into page 72 of The Shining, a book he'd read before but always came back to, and placed it on the table, before standing up and heading toward the door, pausing only briefly to glance toward the bedroom.

Putting a "company's coming" smile on his face, C.B turned and opened the door. His smile slipped however, when he saw the two men who stood there...they both held police IDs.

The first, a man with short blonde hair, a slightly scruffy beard and bright blue eyes, who's ID said his name was B. Bryar, and the second, a somewhat skinny looking man with black hair, straightened to within an inch of it's life, and a nose that looked like it was used to accommodating glasses, who's ID named him M. Way, both stood staring at him.

"Yes?..."

C.B asked. He had no reason to be nervous. They had nothing on him...right?

"Can I help you?"

"Good evening Mr..."

Detective Bryer glanced at a notepad in his right hand.

"Bennington?..."

C.B nodded.

"We're here in regards to a report we've received, and we think it best if we come inside and talk...if that's alright with you?"

C.B sighed and ushered them through to the kitchen.

"Coffee gentlemen?"

He offered, stepping over to the machine in the corner and turning it on.

"No, thank you Mr. Bennington."

"Please..."

C.B cut in.

"Call me Chester."

Detective Way frowned.

"This isn't a social call Mr. Bennington. We are here on a very serious matter and if you refuse to cooperate, we may have to take you down to the station for questioning."

"Woah, woah..."

C.B said, eyes wide and hands up in a sign of surrender.

"I never said I wouldn't cooperate. I don't even know what this is about."

Detective Bryar put a hand on his colleague's arm, as the apparently quite angry young man took a step toward C.B...Detective Way relaxed at the touch, and stepped back.

"My apologies..."

He muttered.

"Too much coffee today."

"O-k..."

Bryar drew out the letters, then returned his attention to C.B.

"You are the principal at Bellville High School, is that correct?..."

C.B nodded, and the blonde continued.

"Well, I'm not sure if you're aware of this or not, but the body of a student was discovered on school grounds today."

C.B paled slightly and sat heavily onto one of the kitchen chairs.

"Who..."

He swallowed thickly.

"Who was it?"

They couldn't know he was responsible, could they? Detective Bryer glanced at his notepad again.

"It was a Sophomore by the name of Raymond Toro. Did you know him?"

C.B shook his head.

"No...I mean...I recognise the name, but we have over 1200 student in that school. I don't think I could pick him out in a crowd."

He sighed deeply...trying to convey just the right amount of concern for this situation. Detective Bryer nodded in understanding.

"Of course..."

He glanced at his partner, who was examining a photograph taped to the front of the fridge.

"Now...another possible situation came to light, when two uniformed officers attended the call to the school just after lunch break had finished..."

He paused, consulting his notes...then looked up.

"A student was sent to meet the officers at the front gates, and he took a shortcut through the teachers carpark..."

C.B started to feel a little sick, but strived to stay calm

"He's made a rather frightening statement to us..."

C.B raised his eyebrows.

"He says that he saw you, putting a body in the trunk of your car..."

Oh...Holy...FUCK!!

"Would you have any idea about that?"

Bryar looked like he was chewing a wasp, and C.B really didn't want to be there any more. C.Bs jaw dropped open and he did a pretty good impression of a goldfish for a second or two, before he mentally slapped himself and pulled himself together again.

"Well that's..."

He shook his head for effect.

"That's just ridiculous..."

He looked from one detective to the other and back.

"I mean, who is this second body even supposed to be?...Is anyone missing from the school?"

Detective Bryer rubbed his beard. He looked tired.

"We...don't actually know. The teachers decided to send everyone home, and the uniforms didn't have the sense to keep them there to get names and statements. We're kind of chasing our tails on this one, I'm afraid."

"Well then..."

C.B started to relax. These cops really had nothing on him.

"I'm not really sure how else I can assist you tonight."

"We'd like to take a quick look in your car...just to put our minds at ease, you know."

Bryer shrugged slightly, like he wasn't suggesting they might find a dead body in the trunk of his car.

"And around your apartment."

Detective Way added in, finally pulling his attention from that damn photo. What was his obsession with that thing anyway? C.B wanted to throw them both out and demand that they not return unless it was with a warrant...but that would be suspicious, wouldn't it.

"Of course gentlemen..."

He sighed, standing from his seat.

"Car first?"

At least he'd cleaned the blood out of the trunk before.

"Perfect."

C.B led the two men outside and unlocked the car. While they searched the vehicle, he couldn't help but worry...what would happen when they went to search his bedroom?

After detectives Bryar and Way had finished searching C.B's car, finding nothing of note, they moved back into the apartment, told C.B to stay put in the kitchen then split up to search his home. The apartment wasn't big, just kitchen, living room, bedroom and bathroom. Bryar examined the kitchen and living room, while Way searched through the bedroom and bathroom.

They left C.B sitting there, guts churning with nerves for nearly half an hour...then they returned to the kitchen.

"Well, Mr. Bennington..."

Detective Bryar sighed as he stepped back into the room.

"It appears that someone has been wasting all of our evenings."

C.B stood to face them.

"I guess you have to check these things though, right?"

Bryar nodded and extended his hand to the relieved principal.

"Yes sir, we do. Well, we'll leave you to enjoy the rest of your night and again, we're sorry for the intrusion."

C.B shook both their hands, then lead them toward the front door. They were both outside and he was about to close the door, when detective Way begged his attention again.

"Oh, Mr. Bennington..."

He began, turning back to face the other man. C.B tried not to look as scared as he felt in that moment, and simply nodded for the detective to continue.

"Do you live here alone?..."

Shit!

"Because I saw two toothbrushes in the bathroom and two pairs of shoes in the bedroom, that were not the same size...sooo..."

He trailed off, leaving the query hanging in the air. C.B smiled sadly...his acting skills were certainly getting a workout tonight.

"Yes...they err...they belong to my ex. I just haven't had the heart to chuck them out yet."

He looked down at the floor, feigning sadness. Luckily for him, the detectives seemed to accept this explanation, and three minutes later he was watching them drive away. Closing and locking the door, C.B sighed deeply then headed for the bedroom.

Walking into the room he listened intently, and was pleased to hear only the quiet tick of the alarm clock on his bedside table.

On the wall to his right was a bookcase. Stepping over to it, C.B reached up to the top shelf and felt along the back left corner until his fingertips found the tiny latch. Pushing it to the right, a small *clunk* sounded in the quiet and he grinned...he knew they'd never have found this.

C.B grabbed both sides of the bookcase and slid it carefully to the left on its hidden runners. Behind it, was a small dark room.

Flicking on the light switch that was just to his right, C.B grinned with glee at the sight before him. It was way too long since he'd last done this, and the thin bloody and bruised man before him, hanging by his wrists from the ceiling so only the tips of his toes touched the floor, and with a ball-gag firmly strapped into his mouth, had been practically begging for another lesson for weeks.

Right now, Gee was unconscious. Well that just wouldn't do, now would it.

C.B slid the bookcase/door closed, locking Gee and himself inside the small, newly soundproofed room. He hadn't had an opportunity to test out the soundproofing yet, hence his concerns when the detectives were there, but as it turned out, Gee wasn't making any noise anyway...not then at least.

Sliding his shirt off his shoulders and hanging it on a little peg by the door, cause he really didn't want to get blood on it, C.B tilted his head and assessed the battered man before him.

Gee had already taken quite a heavy punishment, but C.B was always up for giving out more.

"WAKE UUUUP..."

He hollered in the younger man's ear. Gee's whole body jerked and his eyes flew open.

"No sleeping, slut..."

Gee quaked with fear, hot tears leaving salt tracks down his thin face.

"Now...where were we?"

The soundproofing was actually very effective, and the screams echoing around the tiny space were swallowed up by the foam covered walls and ceiling.

No one would hear as Gee was beaten and burnt and cut...his sadistic master getting unfathomable pleasure from his screams and cries for mercy, that would never be granted.

After several excruciatingly long hours, Gee had fallen unconscious again and C.B had finally let him, as he figured that it was probably time for bed anyway.

Using a towel that sat on a shelf by the door, C.B wiped the worst of the blood from his hands and torso, so that it wouldn't drip as he made his way back into the bedroom, through the hidden door, then after sliding the bookcase back in place and locking the catch, he went to take a well earned and much needed shower.

The whole of the rest of that week, C.B left Gee to heal. He didn't let him out of the room or even down from his restraints, but he didn't hurt him any more either.

C.B went to work as normal and made sure that Gee's classes were all covered, telling Kat that he was sick and would hopefully return next week. He also kept his eyes and ears open for any news on the police's investigation, though it seemed that he'd done a good job of covering his tracks, as they had quickly come to the conclusion that there were no more clues to find.

He noted that the boy from the library, the one he'd caught Gee talking to more than once, was not in school. And when he asked Kat if she knew why, she told him that the boy, Frank, had been the one to find the other student's body, and was therefore quite distressed. His mother had decided to keep him home for the rest of the week.

That boy might prove to be a problem, but C.B knew he could handle it...and if it became necessary, well Frank could just end up meeting the same fate as that annoying kid with the hair. In fact, thinking about it as he drove home that Friday afternoon, killing that Frank kid sounded like the best idea he'd had in ages.

The cops told Frank that there was no evidence of another body. They had searched the principal's home and looked into his personal life...and nothing indicated that he was anything other than an upstanding citizen. Frank didn't believe that. He knew what he'd seen, and despite the cops telling him that it was probably just stress, what with him having found the sophomore's body less than an hour before...he was determined to prove he was right.

But not today...today, Frank and his friends were going to a gig at the MetLife Stadium, over in East Rutherford.

They had been planning this trip for two months now, and Frank wasn't going to let a little thing like a disappearing dead body, or a possibly homicidal principal get in the way of him seeing Hatebreed. The band had been around as long as Frank had, but this was the first chance he'd ever had to see them live, and he wasn't giving that up for anything.

The guys were picking him up around 11am, then they were going for pizza before heading off to the stadium. They knew that most people there would be getting drunk, or high...or both, but that's not what tonight was about for them. Tonight was about the music, and when they were all safely home at Pete's place afterwards...then they'd get completely wasted.

Frank had set his alarm for 9, but his excitement for the long day ahead made him wake at the unfathomably early time of 5:20am. Frank hadn't really even believed that 5:20am on a Saturday morning actually existed, but there it was, the numbers glowing green on his tiny alarm clock, just to prove it was real.

Knowing that he'd not get back to sleep, Frank dragged himself from his bed and shivered as the cool early morning air hit his bare legs. He stumbled over to his wardrobe and pulled out a pair of sweatpants, pulled them on then left his room to go hunt out breakfast.

His mother was of course still asleep, though she'd be getting up at around 6 to get ready for her early shift at the hospital...but Frank made a point of keeping as quiet as he could, to give her the chance at as much rest as possible.

Entering the kitchen, Frank flicked on the light and flinched at the brightness, blinking for a minute to clear the spots that had formed in front of his eyes...then he walked over to the fridge and opened the door. What to have, what to have, he mused, staring into the chilled white box.

"Close that door Frank..."

His mum said from behind him, making him jump and squeak. She giggled.

"You're gonna refrigerate the whole house."

Frank frowned, then rolled his eyes and grinned back at her.

"Did I wake you? Sorry."

Linda shook her head.

"No sweetie, it's ok..."

She smiled fondly at him, reaching past him to grab the eggs from the fridge.

"I got an early today. I had to get up anyway...but I'm surprised to see you up."

Frank grabbed the eggs from his mum, ushering her to a seat before starting breakfast himself.

"Couldn't sleep..."

He said simply.

"Too excited."

His mum hummed her understanding as she watched her son fix them both scrambled eggs on toast, and large mugs of super strong, black coffee.

"What time are the boys coming?"

She asked, after her first sip of morning heaven and before taking her first bite of food.

"11..."

He said with a mouthful of eggs, gaining a reprimanding look from his mother. He swallowed them down.

"Sorry, 11 o'clock."

Linda smiled and nodded.

"And you'll be careful..."

It wasn't a question, it was a statement...and Frank nodded his agreement.

"No drinking while you're there. You know I have no problem with you getting hammered when you're home, but you're only 18, and I don't want a call at work from the cops...you hear me?..."

Frank nodded again, giving her his most innocent face. Linda rolled her eyes.

"You'll be the death of me Frank, you know that right?..."

Frank grinned wide at her.

"Ok just...be careful, that's all I ask."

Frank reached over the table and took his mom's small hand in his.

"We'll be ok mum..."

He reassured.

"We're not gonna drink till we get back to Pete's...promise."

Linda smiled at her son. She was so proud of him. He was turning into a really wonderful young man.

"And you're staying at his tonight?"

Frank nodded.

"Yeah, don't wait up."

He grinned. Linda shook her head and smiled wryly.

"I think you like that boy more than you let on, you know?"

"Maaa..."

Frank whined.

"He's my best friend...nothing more..."

She raised an eyebrow at him and Frank rolled his eyes.

"Anyway, there's someone else that I like."

Then he started giggling as his mum basically became a 13 year old schoolgirl and demanded that he tell her everything about the boy he liked.

For the next ten minutes, Frank told his mother all he could about Gee, without mentioning that he was a teacher of course, as she asked him question after question after question,

But eventually, it was time for Linda to go get ready for work, so Frank set about cleaning up the breakfast things, then flopped on the couch and turned on the TV. He'd never tried watching TV at 6:30am on a Saturday before...there was fuck-all on and after channel surfing for a good ten minutes, he huffed and turned it off again.

Just then Linda reappeared, dressed in her blue E.R nurses uniform and with her hair tied neatly up in a thick braid.

"I've got to go Frankie..."

She smiled sadly. She only ever called him that when she was getting emotional, and Frank stood to walk over to her, pulling her in for a small hug.

"Promise you'll be careful?"

She sniffed slightly against his shoulder.

"I promise mumma..."

He hummed into her hair before letting go and stepping back, a big grin on his face.

.Now go before you're late."

Linda chuckled. Was he the kid, or the parent?

"Ok Frank. Have fun, don't get too drunk..."

She handed him an envelope.

"I'll see you tomorrow."

And with that, she was gone. Frank opened the mysterious envelope and peered in, gasping when he saw the wad of bank notes stuffed inside. There was also a note-

Frankie, I know it's not your birthday for another month and a half, but I thought you could use some spending money for the gig :) Have fun honey, see you tomorrow.

Mum x

Frank grinned at his mother's sweet gesture as he counted the money and found that she'd given him a whopping $400. What a sweetheart.

Frank decided he'd get ready now, kill a bit of time, so he turned and trotted up the stairs to his room. A long hot shower, and a long hot wank later, Gee's name moaned out as he came all over the shower door, Frank cleaned up then dried and dressed himself...black skinny jeans with rips in both knees, a Jeff the Killer t-shirt and his favourite hoodie, one with an evilly grinning pumpkin on the front, and the words "Watch Your Back!" on the reverse. Then he fixed his hair, applied some eyeliner, and headed back down stairs.

It was now 7:45. How the Hell was he gonna kill the next 3 1/4 hours?

Frank had time to kill, and a mystery to solve. Grabbing his laptop from beneath his bed, he sat against the headboard and turned it on, then froze...what should he type in? It wasn't like he could put - Is Mr. Bennington a murderer?...apart from anything else, he didn't know the man's first name, and a search of Mr. Bennington would probably come up with hundreds, if not thousands of results. No, he would have to go about this a different way...but how?

While he tried to work this out, Frank's fingers played over the keyboard, tapping without his consent. When he realised and looked at the screen to see what he'd typed, he saw the words G. Way, over and over again. Guess his subconscious was trying to tell him something.

Frank deleted his free-writing and typed in a new search...G. Way, Bellville NJ. Let's see, shall we?

There were a couple things to do with restaurants, and a weirdly high number of sites regarding doctors...then there was an old archive news article, about a kid who's parents had apparently sold him for drug money...sick fucks!...Frank thought, but continued to read as if there was something pulling him into the story.

The piece went on to say that the boy, just 10 years old at the time, was called Gerard Arthur Way, (known as Gee), and was the older brother of Michael Way, who had gone on to become a detective with the Bellville police department, in hopes of one day discovering what had become of his brother.

The parents of the two boys were arrested on drugs charges a couple of months after Gerard had been sold to an unknown man, who had never been identified. Michael Way had ended up in foster care, but was determined to not let any of the horrors he'd been through destroy his hopes to make something of himself.

There was a picture. It was a grainy Polaroid shot of two young boys on a swing set, the older one pushing the younger as he appeared to be laughing happily.

Frank wasn't sure, cause the photo was pretty crappy, but the older boy kinda looked familiar. Just as Frank was pondering the possibility that the boy in the photograph could be the Gee that he knew, the doorbell rang.

Looking at the time on his phone, Frank saw that it was a few minutes before 11...where the fuck had the morning gone?...that would be the guys.

Dumping his laptop onto his bed, Frank sprinted from the room and down the stairs, flinging the door open as soon as he reached it, a huge grin on his face as he saw Pete and Patrick grinning back at him.

"Hi guys, where are the others?"

He frowned slightly, peering around his friends' shoulders. Pete laughed.

"They're running late, said they'll be about an hour..."

Frank's face fell even more. They had a plan for today, and already it was behind schedule.

"Don't worry squirt..."

Pete continued as he ruffled Frank's hair while Patrick closed the front door behind him.

"We're here to keep you occupied."

He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at Frank, making the other boy suddenly nervous.

"Err...what?"

Frank stuttered out. Pete and Patrick looked knowingly at each other, then toward Frank.

"Let's go upstairs Frankie."

Patrick murmured, taking Frank's right arm while Pete took his left.

"Guys?"

Frank whimpered, though truth be told he was getting kinda hard right now, but he really wasn't sure what was happening, and he needed them to explain it to him before he made a total fool of himself.

"Just relax Frankie..."

Pete purred in his ear.

"We'll take real good care of you."

The next thing he knew he was on his back on the bed, Patrick was sucking on his neck and Pete was working his flies undone. Oh well, Frank thought, might as well just go with the flow. This definitely wasn't how he saw today panning out, not in the least...but he wasn't going to complain.

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