Tanner Sterling ist Ganymede! (_aquarius) wrote in monte_logs, @ 2012-09-04 21:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | ganymede, iris |
Characters: Ganymede/Tanner (_aquarius) & Blythe/Iris (element_sky)
Date/Time: September 3rd, 5-6PM
Location: Georgia Street.
Rating: R
Warnings: Assault, Language, Violence, and sexual implications, and whatever else.
Summary: Ganymede's been assaulted, but trusts that Iris can get him somewhere safe.
He'd only been going out shopping, getting a few groceries and re-stocking a few of his favorite teas, what seemed like only a minute ago. Sure, he'd stayed out a little too long, but with a full bag of fruits and teas and other such pretty things in his arms, he hadn't minded the fact that it wasn't going to be quite so humid to carry these things back to his dorm. Then people started trickling up, at first he didn't notice it. One or two people with a sign here and there, and the next minute, he felt absolutely swarmed by heat, people, and a few in particular had sought out to corner him into an alley. At first he was apologetic, groceries long forgotten on the street.
At first he didn't know why they were cornering him. He hadn't done anything. But one of them laughed, and shoved him. Ganymede's nose picked up alcohol on his breath, and his heart quickened, fearfully pounding in his chest and making his thoughts go fuzzy. He counted three of them. Bigger than him. One reached out to tug him by the hair, nearly ripping it from the roots.
"Hey, who do you think this little faggot is?" he laughed, tugging him around. Ganymede's countenance darkened at the use of that particular term, and teeth dug into his lip as he held back a string of insults. No use making these men any angrier, he thought. Perhaps if he just stayed docile, unthreatening, they'd just leave him alone.
Then the knee crashed into his stomach and sent him reeling. "Are you one of those freaks, hm?" he asked, and when Ganymede didn't answer, another strike came into his ribs.
"Don't play fucking mute with me." he demanded, and Ganymede realized that just taking the abuse wasn't going to fix anything. He made a soft noise of compliance, which, unfortunately, the man took as a complete affirmative. He just laughed, and kept a hold on the teenager, wringing him up by his shirt. Ganymede felt much too fearful to register the amount of pain he was actually in, his heart threatening to beat out of his chest if he couldn't get away. He took to thrashing, tugging, trying anything to pull away, but Ganymede was small, and the man holding him was much too large.
"Huh. Wonder what you're supposed to be god of." the man trailed harsh, callused fingers down his jaw, and Tanner quivered. "You're kind of cute though. For a freak. Maybe once we register you, I'll keep you as a pet."
That tore it. Ganymede's legs kicked out, but hit nothing. Limbs reached out to grab, and while he got a few good scratches at the man's face, he was quickly subdued, and thrown to the ground, a knee in the small of his back, the rough tug of fabric, the chortling of men who are bigger than him, watching him squirm and fight and resist.
They're like monsters. Tanner almost gave up, his breathing slowing, giving into the pain and the pressure and the abuse. Taking a look behind him, seeing their faces, and feeling his heart slow to the point where he wasn't even sure he could hear it anymore, he thought to himself,
I have torn the heads off of monsters.
and he started to thrash. Squirm. Bite and scratch and tear and, yes, he got several punches in. The man's nose was bleeding on him, but Tanner was bleeding as well.
"YOU LITTLE SHIT!" pierced his ears as he barely scrambled away, sprinting as fast as his body would carry him.
"Fuck you!" he called back, something he's not sure he's ever said to anyone and meant it. They chased after him, pulling him down once, after he'd stopped to rest somewhere he thought they couldn't see, but another few kicks had him off again, hiding behind a dumpster.
"Come on, kitten, nobody's going to hurt you!" the voices seemed distant, now. They were moving away. Tanner slumped against the dumpster, messaged Iris, and finally started to cry. He could see where she was supposed to be, but he was scared. Scared to start running again. But as long as Iris would be waiting on the other side, he'd go. Not wanting to waste time, he started to sprint again. She'd be there. She'd help him.
The journey was so minuscule, but it seemed like forever, and by the time he saw her, he was bleeding, breathing hard, with hair bloodied about his face, and limbs shaking.
"I don't- I don't-" and he was nearly a heap.