Before anyone starts reading this, I'm giving you a warning: This story is twisted. In later chapters there will be rape (for now there's just forced acts of affection, though). Boris mentally and physically tortures Bryan. Nothing is overly graphic, but it is quite horrible. I even managed to gross out Firefairy42, and she isn't EVER grossed out by ANYTHING! Basically, Boris is a complete BASTARD. This story is all about how Bryan copes with Boris' unwelcome affection. The ending is nowhere near as awful as the beginning, I can tell you that now (like always, I've got most of the story written, but I change things and change things until I like them, so I take a while posting the chapters). Also, this fic will eventually end up KaiBryan, for anyone who's interested, but that's not for a few chapters yet.
And now...It begins...
PS: This is the Scary Boris the Pervert fic from my profile. It's one of the ones people voted on in my last fic.
Clicking echoes in the corridors of the abbey. Spiders and rats flee from the noise. It gets louder, faster. The dark walls loom, shadowed, windowless. The clicking gets faster, more desperate, and then-
A shot. The clicking stops and there is a scant seconds silence before there is a thud. Then the dripping starts, turns to a trickle, then a flood, then back to drips again.
"Huh." Click, click, click. "Thought you could run away, didn't you?" A short, cruel laugh rings out. "Couldn't run faster than a bullet, could you Ivanov?" There is no reply, then the clicking continues.
"Bryan."
"Nng..."
"Bryan!"
"Wmmsn?"
"BRYAN!"
"Uwah!" Bryan shot awake.
"Bryan, wake the hell up!"
"Tala?" Bryan was puzzled. "What are you doing in my room?"
"He's killed me Bryan! I'm dead!"
"Huh?" Tala reached out and put his hand straight through Bryan's chest.
"He -shot- me!"
"What? Tala...what?" Tala stamped his foot, hovering a few inches off the floor.
"Are you completely stupid? I'm dead!" Bryan looked at him suspiciously.
"This is a dream, isn't it?" Tala gritted his teeth.
"If I could touch you, I'd be slapping you stupid right now! I-" He pointed to himself. "Am dead. Dead like a dead thing! Dead as in not alive!"
"I'm going back to sleep..."
"Don't you dare! Get out of that bed right now!" Bryan sighed. Well, if it was a dream...
He got up and pulled on his trousers. "Come on then. Where are we going? Cloud cuckoo land?" Tala reserved comment and walked through the door. Bryan opened it and followed him. "So where are we going?" Tala growled.
"You still think this is a dream, don't you? Go on, pinch yourself!" Bryan shrugged and obliged. He was slightly horrified to feel a stinging pain on the back of his hand. "You're not dreaming! I'm dead! Look!" They turned a corner and Bryan gasped.
Tala's body was lying face down on the floor, surrounded by a pool of congealing blood. "Tala..." Tala walked over to himself and crouched down, fingers reaching out to touch the bloody bullet hole in his neck and going straight through. "Tala..." Bryan slapped a hand over his mouth, feeling suddenly sick.
"I don't know what you're upset about- you're not the one who's dead!"
"Tala...wh-who-?"
"You even have to ask?" Tala stood up and walked a couple of steps, hovering over a bloody footprint. "Who else has size fourteen boots?"
"B-Boris?" Tala nodded. Bryan walked through him and knelt down, turning Tala's body over. Glassy, empty eyes stared up at him from a face contorted with pain. "Why-?"
"Roll up the left sleeve." Bryan obeyed and found a trail of puncture wounds up Tala's lifeless arm. "Gene therapy. I tried to run away but he followed me..." Tala tensed, still floating. "Someone's coming..." He started to sink through the floor and Bryan panicked.
"Who?"
"Boris..." Tala disappeared from view and Bryan looked up into a pair of glaring eyes.
"Kuznetsov? What are you doing out of bed?" Bryan moved instantly into innocence mode.
"B-Boris...Tala...Tala's dead!" Boris raised an eyebrow.
"I can see that for myself, Kuznetsov. What are you doing out of bed?"
"I...I couldn't sleep...B-Boris..." Bryan's hands were slick with Tala's blood and the stench of it assaulted his nostrils. He looked down and whimpered. This was Tala's body...Tala's dead body...
"Kuznetsov, get up."
"Bryan, get up!" Ghostly hands clawed through Bryan's head and he looked up to find Tala hovering over him. "He can't see me so stop staring, you idiot!"
Bryan got to his feet, dazed. Tala was talking to him at the same time as Boris and he couldn't hear any of it. He grasped his skull with both hands, yelling. Boris lunged forwards and slapped him across the face. "Shut up!" Bryan could still hear Tala shouting insults.
"B-Boris..."
"Go and clean yourself up then go back to bed." Bryan looked over at Tala's body.
"Get a move on, idiot! He's got a gun!" Tala hissed, waving his hand in front of Bryan's face.
"I..." Boris glared.
"'You' are nothing. Go back to bed, now!" Growled Boris. Bryan started walking, and Tala followed him, only to split off and disappear through the wall.
Bryan tried to wash Tala's blood out of his hair, with little success; his hands were shaking so violently he couldn't pick up the shampoo bottle. He sank down against the wall of his shower and started to cry. "Hey...don't cry..." Bryan jumped, curling up instinctively. Tala was standing next to him, arms folded, clothes and skin shimmery and slightly hazy. "What's wrong? What're you crying about?"
"It's your b-b-blood!" Bryan shuddered and looked down at his hands, where blood still lingered under the nails.
"Well if you bit them like I do you wouldn't have that problem."
"How can you b-be so..a-alright about this?" Asked Bryan, shaking uncontrollably. He whimpered and buried his face in his hands.
"Um. I'd hug you, but I can't actually touch you." Tala sat down beside Bryan and smiled reassuringly. "I'm still here, sort of. It's not like you've lost me or anything."
"B-But you're dead!"
"So? I can still talk to you."
"What if I'm going mad, though? B-Boris can't see you, so why can I?"
"Well I don't know, do I? I just know that I stood there screaming at him after he killed me and he didn't even have the grace to notice!" Bryan reached out and his fingers went through Tala's cheek. He didn't really know why, but he felt as if he needed to touch Tala, to prove to himself that Tala was actually there.
"Bryan, I'm a ghost. You -can't- touch me."
"Are you reading my mind?" Asked Bryan, slightly fearful.
"A bit. Sort of. It's a sort of feeling, when I look at your eyes." Bryan dropped his head and let his hair mask his face. He sat for a few seconds, then looked up again.
"I'm naked!"
"Well...yeah. You are in the shower, you know." Tala caught Bryan's blush and grinned. "It's not like I haven't seen it all before. -You- might have forgotten the shower block, but -I- haven't!" Bryan looked scandalised. "Not like that, you weirdo! I just meant that it's only about half a year since we got our own showers." He laughed. "Wash your hair and get out. I'll wait for you out here..." Tala's voice faded as he stepped through the frosted glass.
Bryan found him hovering by the door with his head stuck through it. "Tala?"
"Mm-hm?" Tala turned, enquiring.
"What are you going to do now?"
"Dunno."
Bryan sat down on the bed then got up again, opening his drawers and getting out some fresh clothes. "Could you...turn around?" Tala smiled.
"Nah, I can do better than that!" He stepped backwards through the door, leaving Bryan to get changed. When he had, he went over and opened the door. Tala was lying in mid-air, humming to himself. He rolled over in the air and laughed. "Done?" Bryan nodded and Tala rotated, standing upright. He walked towards Bryan and then was gone.
"Tala?"
"Yeah?" Bryan jumped; Tala's voice seemed to be coming from inside him.
"T-T-Tala?" A pair of hands suddenly appeared, reaching out of his stomach. He gave a cry and turned, running back into his room and slamming the door behind him. He collapsed onto his bed and burst into tears. He was terrified- was he insane, or was Tala's ghost really haunting him?
"Bryan..." Bryan closed his eyes tightly. "Bryan, I'm sorry, I-" Bryan rolled onto his front and stuck his fingers in his ears.
Before very long, a hand closed around his wrist and yanked it away from his ear. "Kuznetsov!"
"B-Boris...he's t-t-talking to me!" Boris let go of him and glared down at him contemptuously.
"Get a grip, Kuznetsov. And you didn't see anything tonight. As far as you're concerned, Ivanov ran away in the night. You aren't going to tell the others anything!"
"B-But-"
"Bryan, don't argue with him! Just nod!" Bryan obeyed the whispered order from behind him and Boris sneered.
"You keep your mouth shut, Kuznetsov, or you're next!" Bryan nodded, and Boris looked at him appraisingly. "Are you going to say anything to anyone?" He asked, menacing.
"N-No Boris..."
Bryan found himself looking down at the gun Boris pressed to his stomach. "B-Boris..." He whispered, heart hammering. There was something dangerous in Boris' gaze...something almost predatory...
Boris leaned closer suddenly, forcing his lips against Bryan's. Bryan was too shocked to move as Boris' tongue pried his lips open and plunged into his mouth. He could feel the gun pressed up against his skin as Boris' hands began to venture up his shirt, and whimpered.
There was a sudden beeping and Boris let go, digging in his pocket and pulling out his mobile phone. "Yes?" He snapped. "Yes. Right." He clicked the phone off and shoved it back into his pocket. He took hold of Bryan's chin and tilted it upwards, forcing Bryan to look at him. "You never saw anything, Kuznetsov. Nothing happened." Bryan managed a nod. He was shaking all over, even more so when Boris leaned closer and kissed him again before turning and walking out.
Bryan watched the door swing closed then dropped to his hands and knees. He reached up a hand and touched his lips, then started to cry again, angry, helpless sobs. He could feel Boris' touch lingering on his skin, like phantom hands still violating him. He could taste Boris' tongue, a disgusting mix of alcohol and cigarette smoke. "Now he never tried that one on me..."
Tala face appeared through the floor and Bryan cried out, struggling to his feet and backing away. The backs of his legs hit the bed and he sat down suddenly. "Bryan..."
"W-What's g-going to happen to me?" Bryan asked shakily. His fingers clawed into the duvet. He remembered all too well the feeling of that gun against his skin- solid and cold and terrifying.
Tala was dead. Tala's ghost was haunting him. Boris had murdered Tala, and now...Boris had...
"Bryan..." Bryan jumped, distracted. Tala was hovering beside him, looking concerned. Bryan shot out his hands to push the redhead away and they went straight through. "WHY CAN'T YOU GO AND FIND SOMEONE ELSE TO HAUNT?" He screamed, so loudly that his throat hurt.
"Because no-one else can hear me!" Ignoring Tala, Bryan flung himself down onto the bed, clapping his hands over his ears and burying his face in his pillow. Eventually he cried himself to sleep.
...Do you hate Boris yet? Because I think you'll probably end up hating him a lot more by the time this fic is over... Basically, I turned him into the biggest bastard walking. He just happens to suit being that way very well- he's interesting to write when he's like that.
Next Chapter: Spencer is misled, Boris is even worse than before, and Bryan cries. Also, Kai makes his first appearance.
Anyway, R&R, tell me what you think of nasty evil Boris! Oh, and this fic is kind of an AU. It's a splinter-like timeline- if this had happened while Bryan and Tala were in the abbey, then everything that follows would happen as well, instead of them all going off beyblading and stuff. A what if kind of thing. If that makes no sense, it doesn't matter. It's just me waffling again...