Beyond Good and Evil – A Jonny Quest: The Real Adventures Fanfiction
Chapter One
THE PAST
He hurt.
That was the first thought that came to his head when he woke up. He let out a breath he had been holding. He sniffled as he struggled hard just to breathe. The smell of the cloth over his head was making him want to throw up. He tried to breathe with his mouth at first, but it was almost worse. He wasn't sure what it was, but there was a taste to the smell. It coated his tongue and lingered like a bad aftertaste.
He struggled against the rope that tied his hands back. His fingers ached and felt sticky. He thought that maybe…maybe they're broken because he could barely move them. He moved his arms slightly, only to gasp when he felt a jolt of pain in his shoulders. He let out an involuntary yelp.
"What do we do with this one?" he heard a gruff voice ask from the side.
There was a pause, and he waited, tilting his head at direction where the voice came from. He just knew they were talking about him.
"I know what I'd like to do to him," came a reply, closer this time.
He shivered. He knew that voice. It was the same voice that—
He felt someone grab his shirt from behind. He felt himself being lifted up in the air as his feet tried to scramble for solid ground. Roughly, he felt himself pulled forward just before his body connected with that of his attacker. Through the damp cloth against his face, he felt the lips of the man who held him.
"You and me," the man said against his ear, the hotness of his breath reaching through the cloth, "we're gonna have some fun, you and me."
He gagged. He could smell the breath of his kidnapper, mingling with the grimy cloth. He felt his stomach heave as he tried to hold his lunch in.
"Oh no, you don't," he heard, as he was shoved against the wall. He felt the back of his head connect on solid wood and for a moment, he thought he saw stars. "You gonna throw up, li'l boy?" the man asked him threateningly.
He coughed. "I want my mom," he whispered. And my dad, he thought desperately.
His mom was with him when they were taken, but his memory was fuzzy much after that.
He heard laughter around him. He knew they were laughing at him.
"He wants his mommy," someone across the room crooned.
This time, he was pulled by the scruff of his neck and shoved against the floor. He felt the man's heavy weight press him down, the man's knees digging at his back.
I will not cry, he thought, I will not cry.
He heard the ripping sound of the cloth and looked up to see a knife by the side of his face, cutting through. He looked around him in a panic-stricken daze but all he saw were more shadows to add to the one on top of him.
"Scared, li'l boy?" he was asked, while he felt the spittle spray against his cheek.
He remained quiet, feeling the trip hammer beat of his heart.
"What's the matter?" the man continued, "Cat got your tongue?"
Again he refused answer. He didn't have the breath to answer as his eyes were riveted by the sight in front of him.
Brother, he thought. Help me.
He almost whimpered in pain when he felt his shoulder twisted even harder behind him. He struggled against his attacker and was pushed away abruptly. He tried to scramble to his knees, but his legs were weak and he stumbled disgracefully on the floor. He turned around to face them and all he saw were shadows.
He stared at the shadows.
They were coming closer.
Coming closer.
Mommy, the thought, as he felt the first sliver of real fear grip his body.
Closer.
Daddy, he thought, knowing that there would be no answer.
The shadows were looming over him.
Please, he thought.
His screaming started when he felt the knife.
His scream and the sound of a knife cutting and ripping through flesh were the only sounds he heard for a long time.
Updated June, 2006