Warning, mentions of rape but nothing explicit because...no...

When Clyde opened his eyes it was dark. He could scarcely see beyond his arms. It was cold. Clyde shivered and tried to wrap his arms around his thin body.

"Tried" being the keyword.

For, however much he struggled, his arms wouldn't move. It was like they were stuck to his body with thick glue or held down with rope. He couldn't even wiggle his fingers- or feel them for that matter.

His heart pace increased tenfold. It thudded against his chest like a little bird. It screamed "danger, danger!" like Clyde didn't realise that fact already. It wanted to escape and Clyde swore that it was so loud that it could be heard miles away. Although to the average person it was a silent as the wings of an owl.

He opened his mouth to scream- his last and only option, but there was no sound. There wasn't even a rasping sound. His voice seemed to have slipped off of the face of the earth. All that Clyde could focus on now was his loud breathing.

That was it for a few minutes, or hours, maybe days- he wasn't sure. All that existed was his slow breathing and the constant darkness and feeling of being constricted. He wanted to escape. He could find someone and they would help him but, much like his arms, his legs were not responding.

"Like they would even care if you did escape." A mocking voice whispered from the corners. Clyde's throat tightened. He recognised that voice. And the tone. And the darkness. And-

"Recognize me now, don't ye boy." Clyde could almost hear the smile on his face. The tone of control; power where Clyde was powerless. His eyes widened and just in his sightline was a figure. He couldn't make it out. It looked like a shadow of sorts, like a smiling memory of the past. Which, a small part of his subconscious reminded him, he was.

Clyde shook more than he did already. He clenched his eyes shut and desperately wished for his dads. If they were here they would know what to do. They always did. They were clever where Clyde was not. Strong where Clyde was weak. Helpful rather than useless. His eyes shot open, not that they were of any use when booming laughter echoed around him.

"Aw. Little boyo wants his daddys ta come an save him." The figure moved forward, eyes gleaming maliciously, "Well boy, ya got a very 'portant lesson a comin' yer way," He leaned forward and Clyde could feel hot breath on his skin, "Good boys don't always get what 'ey want." He smirked, the ugly smile pulling his face into a twisted shape. "Besides, yer dad's 'ate yer. T'ey ain't comin' fer you."

Clyde's heart clenched. The monster was telling the truth. All he did is make their life hard they just wanted to make him happy but he always tore those ideas down. It was no wonder they weren't coming for him. He flinched at the man's malicious smile and a tear dropped down his face in terror of what was to come.

A large hand came up and stroked Clyde's face. He whimpered. It was cold and felt dead. It felt like a hand that a vampire may own and use before striking its prey down and ripping it apart.

"Jus' stay still pretty boy. Let's 'ave some "fun" t'gether." The man suddenly began to laugh uncontrollably. As he spoke his large hand trailed down Clydes back.

Clyde screamed. His terrified cries ran out but no-body came.

'Clyde'

The man was right he wasn't loved and he was going to die.

'Clyde.'

Alone.

"Clyde!"

Clyde's eyes shot open and met the frantic ones of his father. His whole body was being shaken. His throat was sore and his voice hoarse when he tried to speak.

"Dad?" He asked confused. Why was his dad shaking him? Why was he here and not- not there?

Suddenly he found himself wrapped in a pair of strong arms. They wrapped around his small body and he wanted to collapse into them but he was still too tense.

"Shh. It's okay Clyde. You're okay. You're here with us." Harold said calmly, arms still wrapped around the shaking boy. It was then the boy realised that tears were dripping down his face.

Oh.

He was still confused though and his next question made both of the adults tense up.

"Why are you being nice? You hate me." The boy said. His voice was emotionless, a vast contrast to the tears dripping down his face. Both of the adults glanced at each other with wide eyes. Where was this coming from?

"No. We don't Clyde. Where did you get that silly idea come from?" Harold asked, voice still and calm as ever even as his heart hammered in his chest.

The small boy brought his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them. The two adults exchanged another glance. That was not a good position, the two had learnt from Dr Lopez. It was bad news. The two adults were walking on thin ice now.

"What brought this on Clyde?" Howard asked, putting a hand on his son's back in an attempt to calm him down. Their fears grew however when he flinched away from Howard's hand.

"That's what he told me." The two men looked at the boy in confusion. He? "I couldn't move and-and he t-told me that no-body-body was com-coming. It wasn't like be-before. It was different." Clyde's nail finally broke skin, blood coming out of the small puncture. He didn't seem to notice, instead staring at something that they couldn't see. "Last time I w-was stronger, innoc-cent I suppose." His bitter laughter bubble into a hiccup than a sob. "Its what you get for being so STUPID!" He yelled and began to sob. His arms bleeding profusely from his nails digging in. Both of the adults looked at the distraught boy and agreed silently.

"Go and call Dr Lopez," Howard said sternly, voice wavering slightly. Harold nodded and almost ran downstairs. Howard turned his full attention to the boy. He leant over and removed the boy's hands from his arms and lifted his head, making the boy look him in the eyes.

"We love you, Clyde. More than you'll ever understand. We may say words in anger but that does not mean we hate you. Far from it. Only the ones we love can push us to such hatred for, only through love can we truly see how much a person means to us." Howards reach up and wiped tears from Clyde's face, smiling fondly at him as he did so. Clyde's eyes met his. Though they must have seen many horrors they were still wide, filled with a special kind of innocence that only the young own.

Without a second thought, he reached over and hugged the boy. It was not a tight hug, as not o frighten the child any further but Clyde quickly sagged into his arms. It was clear that the boy was exhausted. He didn't even struggle as Howard lifted him carefully and carried him to his and Harold's bedroom.

Gently he placed the boy under the covers before going under himself. He was surprised at how quickly a pair of small arms wrapped around his body, still trembling slightly, but much stiller than before. He hugged the boy and watched as slowly his eyelids began to droop. The boy was clearly fighting sleep but, what with being wrapped in strong arms and just so exhausted, he quickly fell into slumber.

"Love you too Dad."

[A/N]

Poor Clyde. Why do I always have to be so mean to you? OH yeah- plot.

Hope you enjoyed this part. Well not enjoyed but I mean... You get the point. Again Review and stuff.

Sorry for taking so long to make this. I wrote it three times. Each time it was mysteriously deleted and then I just rage quit. Also I was busy because unfortunately I can't live on the internet. I hope you like this though. I think it is the best out of any of the other three anyway.