*Trigger*

Many weeks passed after this...and Brandon remained in Nora’s care each day.

But it was inevitable that something would come and change everything.

Something wicked.

Brandon was forced to know his first time with a man when he was twelve years old.

This event came to be many many days after Jacob and Nora started visiting him.

It was the one and only time he had been touched sexually....and until Ezekiel met him. This would be the last.

There was one man....one Alchemist that liked....to touch him. And stroke him in strange ways.

An Alchemist that liked to watch him during the experiments when Brandon’s body was bare of clothing. The man had even snuck in and pressed his mouth to Brandon’s lips. He had put his hand in his clothes and fondled parts of his privates until white liquid had come out and pressed thick fingers up inside of the boy’s body until Brandon’s was trembling.

The nameless man never did this around the other white men....and ever since Nora and Jacob had appeared he had made himself scarce.

But today Nora hadn’t come to the white room....and neither had Jacob.

So the Man came. He came in to the room from beyond the crack....but he came in the darkness.

He came quietly. He came into Brandon’s covers.

Brandon didn’t run.....or turn away. Because the man pushed him down and put his face on Brandon’s own. The taste of another’s saliva and the feeling of hot breath was new....strange...and as the man began to suckle and bite and moan against him....murmuring words in the darkness....Brandon felt...something between his hips. Some part of him liked the touches, but another part of him did not.

The man began to unclothe him after a while pawing his chest and skin, and started pulling off the sheets and covers. Brandon started to whimper in agitation, so in a silky whisper the man shushed Brandon over and over....and spoke to him hot heavy breathless words that somehow felt unpleasant to the young boys ears.

“Fuck baby....have you missed me? I’ve missed you...such a lovely little abomination. That bitch wouldn’t let me near you....but now you’re mine.” The man breathed huskily on his throat as he nipped and kissed the boys pulse.

Brandon sensed the energy....more than the pleasure of another’s body up against his own....another’s heat.

The man reached down....and took hold of that warm place between his thigs. IT felt good as the man began to touch and stroke the area. Little waves of pleasure rolled up from that place....and with a whisper the man palmed him and massaged the flesh.

“I’ve been wanting you for years...”

The man leaned down between the shivering boys legs, and put his mouth over the warm flesh in his hand.

Brandon squirmed beneath the strangers hurried touch and the accidental scrape of teeth on his sensitive parts. He didn’t know how to handle the sensations that were being aroused. He didn’t know why his skin felt hot and water was gathering in his eyes as a pressure like pain began to build in his gut. He didn’t know what the man wanted. He knew it wasn’t good.

Then the man hurt him....

He pulled back from the sensitive flesh he had been sucking on and forced his face back up against Brandon’s. Salt and sweat clogged Brandon’s senses and he tried to pull away, but the man jerked him around.

The grunting man pushed him naked and struggling and shivering into the mattress face down so that his hips were raised to the sky and suddenly there was a burning hot invasion....The Alchemists had jammed something hard down into his body. Brandon gagaed as his stomach jumped nad his skin danced  with cold discomfort. He didn’t scream for help....he didn’t know who to call for. Or how.

The hardness ripped him in a way that felt horrifying to his senses, the walls of his inner body spasamed sending out distress to him. IT shoved into his backside, his core, borrowing into Brandon’s body harshly....taking the forced pleasure of before and replacing it with red hot agony.

“Fuck yes....” The man grunted and slapped his hips harder more agressively, nails bitting into the boys  hips as he tried to pull awau. Ignoring all of Brandon’s attempts to move away, he pushed Brandon’s arms up behind his back and with baited breath he once more began to move a brutal ferocious claim. Each move of the mans hips brought more pain....more agony....the man bit him and ground his forhead into the back of the boys shoulder.

Until Brandon couldn’t escape it....until he felt like his insides were....Turing to liquid fire.

Stop....He wanted it to stop.

There was a horrendous flash of white light...and the boy lost his sight.

***

They found the man dead the next morning and Brandon sleeping on the floor. Naked and bloody.

It wasn’t long before Brandon was taken, wrapped in a sheet, down out of his room, and brought to a strange new box.

This box was filled with various, shiny objects.

And sitting behind the large brown rectangle was Hovel.

Standing in front of rectangle, were Jacob and Nora.

When Nora saw Brandon she went scarlet red...and her eyes blazed. With a tight lipped look at Hovel she asked. “What happened?”

Seeming not to care about the obvious emotions on Nora’s face Hovel locked blue eyes full of disgust and disappointment on Brandon “He is fine Acolyte....” Hovel replied in a measured tone that belied the anger in his pale face. With a small flick of his wrist Hovel tapped his fingers on top of the rectangle. “These are pictures from my security cameras. Last night Aron decided to pay that boy a little visit and well...as you can see Brandon is perfectly fine.”

Little squares of paper skittered across the surface as Hovel spoke and in the little squares...there was an image of shriveled dead body lying on a floor. There were also images of a nameless man pressing his body up against Brandon in the darkness.

Hovel picked up one of the squares and looked at it. Sneering “After all...” Hovel suddenly continued. “He just devoured my best man. Aron.”

Brandon still couldn’t understand speech. He didn’t catch half of what was being said, but he had been getting better picking up on names.

As Hovel pointed to the picture of the black husk of the man that had once been Aron, Brandon put the pieces together.

Aron. The name of his first and only lover. His molester....and meal.

Brandon didn’t know it at the time but the twisted memory of Aron would haunt Brandon all of his life.

Nora and Jacob walked up to the squares of paper, looked over the images....and with a snarl Jacob turned from Hovel, walked over to Brandon and took a knee in front of him. The spicy scent that he always had, brushed against Brandon as Jacob touched his face. Bright yellow eyes filled with emotion traveled across Brandon’s face.

“Lil one....are you okay...?” Jacob softly growled at him. The man’s strange eyes were glowing, a sharp in intense yellow.

Brandon didn’t understand him, so silence was his only answer to the strange mix of worry and sadness on Jacobs face.

Suddenly Hovel was shooting up out of his chair and slamming his fist down on top of the rectangle he was sitting behind. “I don’t give a shit about that abomination! That monster has killed one of my men today.”

Nora, who seemed to be shaking turned her eyes on Hovel and with a trembling voice she cried. “Good!” With a furious glare she pointed down at the images splayed across Hovels rectangle. “From where I stand....that.....that pedophile deserved exactly what he got!” Nora spit. “God...I knew there was something sick about that bastard whenever I saw him looking at Brandon! He was a disgrace to the Brotherhood!”

“Nora!” Hovel shouted at her seeming out raged with her response.

With an angry flip of her braid Nora rolled her eyes and shouted right back. “”What!?” She exclaimed. “You charged me with watching after Brandon and to care for him!” She told Hovel planting her fists on her hips.

" I will not feel sorry for this! He raped Brandon! He’s your son even if you don’t care to treat him like a human being. And he’s only twelve years old and that man....A Man under your own control, stole into his room....and fucked a little boy!” Nora yelled. “Do you honestly think that Brandon wanted that!? ?No matter that you accuse him of being a senseless beast?”

“If not a senseless beast...Then a hungry little whore. What you call rape I call seduction and  murder!” Hovel seethed in fury. His glasses were hanging off the tip of his pale nose as he pointed a long thin finger. “He didn’t hesitate to feed...and he killed my Scribe Aron.”

“He’s a child Hovel, My god! Besides you taught him to hunt men!!” Jacob pointed out mercilessly. Leaving Brandon behind him, Jacob jumped up from the floor and rounded on Hovel.

“Your scribe was a mortal man....perhaps he shouldn’t have went into Brandon’s room alone without any Alchemy there to protect him.” Jacob softly snarled.

“Besides the foolish Scribe deserved it! I’m sorry but in this....I have to agree with the Acolyte....” Jacob said with a sigh. “That fucker deserved exactly what he got. And since it’s not like the boy really knew what he was doing you cannot blame him for feeding. Not really.”

Jacob looked over at Brandon, shrugged and continued. “He was just fulfilling basic needs. Like the animal you accuse him of being. And as an animal I’ll tell you...there is nothing more sacred to us....then food and sex.”

Hovel let loose a heavy sigh and rolled his cold brown eyes. “But Aron was not for him to devour!”

With a condescending laugh, Jacob slammed his hand into the wall beside him. “The boy can’t speak Hovel! I’m pretty damn sure he doesn’t even know what is going on right now! If you expect a child to understand right from wrong....you have to teach them! And you have chosen to keep the boys head as empty as a pot!”

Hovel sent Jacob a cold glare and drew back into his seat and let a cold silence take over the room. Stippling his hands in front of his face in a sign of contemplation Brandon’s father sent Brandon a chilling glare that made him flinch and drop his head in fear.

Finally after a few moments he spoke. “So, what are you suggesting?” Hovel asked Jacob and Nora.

“I’m suggesting that you stop treating this Child like a mindless beast.” Nora softly exclaimed. “Perhaps if he could understand speech....we can control him better, because next time, the person he kills just might be you!” Nora strongly stated. Her eyes were alive with a light that Brandon found comforting...and warm, even though he didn’t know why that was.

But Hovel simply sent her a scathing look of disinterest.

With a dismissive wave of his hand Hovel said “Silence. It is not your place to berate me Acolyte.” He said sharply raising up from his seat behind the desk. “It is time for the boy’s daily procedure to resume. Since the little abomination has already been feed Nora get him out of my sight and take him back to the Observation room.”

“Yes....Grand Master. I’m...Im so sorry.” Nora said, turned and ushering the child before her, she left the room.

Without a word Nora did as Hovel said. She took Brandon, still naked and bloody to a familiar box.

Inside of this box...there was a hard cold silver table....and there were two Alchemists standing inside waiting on him to appear.

Without any hesitation Brandon was taken, stripped and soon enough the alchemists were cutting.

The clear drops of water on Nora’s face. Aron. And everything else faded behind the pain...and the Flame.

*GOD that was hard to write. What are you thinking about Hovel now. And does Brandons issues with touch make just a little more sense now?*