Alright, so, to start this off, if you are under 13, please /don't/ read this. It has nsfw content and is not suitable for youngins. TRIGGER WARNING: abuse, noncon, rape, torture, kidnapping, slight gore (nothing very bad), mind frickle dee and trauma. Thank you!

"SHUT UP!" Karkat yelled at his older brother, hands clenched in fists of rage and stance violent. As if he might knock the block off Kankri's shoulder in one fell swoop. Kankri, on the other hand, stood tall and thin, eyes narrow and brow knitted together. The two were quiet for a moment, Karkat thought perhaps the other had given in and stopped his insensate ranting that constantly drilled his ear drums every five seconds. But all his hopes were crushed, when another ramble of words came pouring out of Kankri's thin lips.

"Rude. I'd appreciate it if you'd take into consideration the fact I DON'T LIKE LOUD NOISES! TAG YOUR TRIGGERS, KARKAT!" Karkat stepped back with how even more irritating his brother seemed to get, besides the fact he was bellowing. His mother could hear them, a sigh escaping her lips and eyes shutting. Another migraine came rushing through her skull, her face melding into what looked to be a 35 year old woman, even though she could pass herself off as a 20 year old fairly easily.

"Boys!" she called. No response but more yelling and arguing in hushed tones.

She groaned and heaved her body from the couch, but her wrist was gripped by her husband, who seemed so drowned in his book that not even the screaming of Karkat could make him flinch or plug his ears. "Just let them work it out." he hummed, flipping a page and placing the back of the book against his thin, long legs. "They need time to themselves. If things get out of hand, I'm always here." he smiled and brought her back down, wrapping his strong arms about her and holding her close.

The woman giggled, nuzzling into his chest as she read over the pages he read. The screams and yells seemed to die down finally, only mumbles and soft talking. But just when the two sighed and settled in, relaxing against the cool fabric of the love seat, Kankri almost bolted out the door in a furious rage. Karkat didn't run after until a few moments passed. Shock filled moments to be exact…

He looked out the door, Kankri long gone. "FINE!" he bellowed out the door. "SEE IF I CARE!" He slammed the door closed behind him, cussing his 13 year old mouth off. "Karkat, what was that all abo-" "Kankri is so- he makes me so- GOD! I hate this!" he grumbled and flopped into a chair, face buried in the cushioned arm rest. "Why cant he just go and fuck himself, leave me alone for one god damn minute…"

"Karkat! What a thing to say!" His mother shifted away from her husband, a scowl on her face.

Karkat seemed to notice her tone and peeked up at her. "S-sorry mom…its just…he makes me so mad!"

"Anger will get you nowhere, Karkat. Remember that Kankri has issues just like all teens. He's going through stages and his Aspergers isn't h-"

"Yeah, yeah, Aspergers, more like Ass burgers…" he grumbled, folding his arms and tucking them close to his chest. "Why does he get to be pampered so much! I mean, he got his own computer! What kind of deal is this shit." "Language." His mother hissed. Karkat looked up fearfully again. "S-sorry…" he grumbled.

"Asperger syndrome is a serious matter, Karkat. It makes him more talkative, shyer of people or loud things. The list goes on, Karkat…" Karkat seemed to sink into the chair as his father explained, his face even more so furrowed and creased. "Why couldn't I have gotten Aspergers then?" He whined. "Then I'd be the one with all the attention." he mumbled the last part, curling up a bit and hiding in the cushion. The room fell quiet, and softly, his mother's hand found its way to his back, rubbing softly. "Karkat, dearest…Come here, sit in my lap for a bit." Karkat looked confused, but obeyed and crawled into her lap. He picked at her necklace a bit, eyeing it quietly, before looking up at her. She was just smiling at him.

Well this turned awkward fast. He flushed a bit and hid a little more in her arms, her hands rubbing his back some and hums coming from her throat. "You know we love you, don't you?" she asked softly, his father quickly placing the book down and reaching to rub Karkat's leg. He nodded, nuzzling a bit. She sighed and leaned back. Her head of auburn leaned down against her son's deep brown hair. "Well, we do." she hummed. His father smiled, reaching and squeezing the boy's hand. "Don't worry. Kankri will be talked to about this, alright?" He smiled a bit, loving the attention.

"Okay…"

Kankri groaned as he stepped down the small street, people passing him left and right, some glared, other's didn't notice him. Though, it would be hard not to notice a red clad boy, curls of bright auburn and eyes so green they could melt your face off. He was upset, not only at Karkat and his reckless and irresponsible behavior towards himself and others, but the fact he had joined in on the fight. Him, Kankri Vantas. A 16 year old boy. He thought by now he was supposed to be mature and adult like. He sighed and rubbed his face. Maybe this, as other fights have, would blow over.

First off, it was sweltering out, almost 100 degrees he thought. He was wearing his red t shirt, and long thin pants that made his lanky arms and legs look even more lanky. He would rub his fore arms now and again, grumbling and sweating violently. He gave up on walking after a few minutes, finding a cool space beside an office building to sit down and rest his weary legs. Though, as he did sit on the bench and rubbed his feet, he noticed something was off with this situation. Almost instantly, a wave of sickness rolled over him, his gut twisting and turning. He didn't know why, but he had the strange feeling that someone was watching him. There was no time to wait for his father's rescue this time.

He had to move.

As quickly as he had sat, he was up on his feet and walking hastily down the walk again. Maybe it was just the fact he was downtown, or the nervousness that came with being alone in a city. But whatever it was, he wasn't shaking it with just walking. So, as he turned the bend, he tried to spot out a telephone booth. He couldn't see any right this moment, and like clock work, a voice rang through his head among other things.

"Excuse me."

Slowly, the teen turned to look who had called for him. His eyes met a tall, built male, his skin tan like a native, and hair long and black. It hung over his shoulders like a cape, and as he stared at the boy, Kankri began to feel nervous. Even more so then before.

"Can I help you?" He asked softly, lowering his chin but keeping eye contact. He felt he may not have a choice in the matter either way. "...is there something you need?" The man smiled, a smile that made all the tension and fear flood from him. "I am sorry for stopping you," he began, his smile remaining as he pulled out a little pamphlet. "I am just...lost." Kankri felt himself jerk to look at the map. Oh, he knew maps like the back of his hand. They were fun to him, memorizing their every detail and figuring out every situation to better fit his needs. "Where are you headed?" he asked, smiling.

The man explained, walking down the street farther and farther from the bench. He went near a darker street, with not a soul in sight. "So I go down here?" He asked, turning the corner. Kankri, still glued to the map, began to nod and continued to explain. Just as he looked up, he felt an iron grip about his neck, the man's arm wrapped about it, squeezing tightly. He made soft gasps, clawing at the arm. The pamphlet fell to the ground, crumpling under the stronger man's feel as he walked towards the cars parked nearby.

"Stay silent or I'll rip your little dick off." He hissed into the boys ear. Kankri was wide eyed, tears even filling those huge eyes. "W-what are you doing!? Stop! h-help! HE-" He was slammed harshly into a large van, face pressed against the glass and whimpers rising from his lips. "Please let me go!" he sobbed. The man didn't even care, or didn't seem to care. He was too busy trying to unlock the side door. "Shut up." he hissed, gripping tighter on the boy's neck. Kankri began to panic. He didn't want to go into the van. He was scared out of his mind. Thats what you get for trying to help someone he supposed.

With one harsh kick, the boy thrashed and tried to escape. "Bitch!" the man barked, grabbing him by the curls and slamming him into the ground. He felt the harsh concrete hit his face, a bruise forming and skin peeling back with all the power in the hit. He yelped, holding his face and shaking. "HELP!" he screamed, using his loud voice to call out. No one seemed to listen. He kept screaming, until something must have hit him. Because all he could see now...

was black.

Okay, tell me what you all think!