Part III
HMC
"Micky!!" Davy cried. He called to the others to help him.
Peter ran in and grabbed Micky's legs so they could carry him to the couch. Jennifer followed close behind, frightened into silence.
Besides his pale color, and tear-stained face, Micky looked the same. He had left that morning to retrieve some supplies from the pad, and they hadn't heard from him all that day. Davy had been the first one to get nervous. The police still hadn't found Mike, and there were no cops assigned to watch the pad.
Of course.... they had all been too scared to leave to go look for him.
Davy kneeled next to Micky, looking for any signs of bruises or cuts on his face, but found none. Micky just laid moaning, and shaking his head. In his pain-induced slumber, he reached up and gently touched the side of his head with his hand.
Curious, Davy parted Micky's curls and found an enormous bruise that lay hidden under his hair, but covered half of Micky's skull. It was painfully obvious to Davy that Micky had been knocked out with something.
Peter shivered and looked to Davy. "He has to go to the hospital..." Davy said, and Peter nodded. Jennifer grabbed her car keys.
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The wretched nagging suspicion at the back of Davy's head was confirmed when the doctors came back with the word on Micky's condition at the hospital. The doctor had said Micky had been struck in the head two times. He had suffered a severe concussion, and still hadn't woken up yet.
The second half of the news was worse: A complete physical examination revealed that a man had in fact, raped Micky.
'His best friend....' thought Davy.
The three sat in the waiting room, not knowing exactly what to do. Jennifer sat quietly; every now and then a silent tear fell. Peter cried often, not making any effort to hide it. Davy kept his emotions inside. He didn't cry; he didn't even talk. Jennifer and Peter knew that it was just Davy's way. The quiet Englishman just sat in the corner with a dark look on his face.
"What happened to Mike?" He asked himself. "Something's wrong. He wouldn't do this.... Not to Peter, not to Micky.... Not unless something or someone was making him." He got up and stormed out of the hospital and into the night, before anyone could stop him.
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Mike had followed Micky to Jennifer's apartment. From there, he waited until they left for the hospital, where he soon got his opportunity to strike.
A dark raspy voice penetrated his mind. "Here he comes... take him like you took the others...." There was a sharp jab in his arm, and a dull roar took over his mind.
Davy had been walking, trying to calm himself down and think about what he wanted to do. The sun was going down steadily, and he soon realized he should get back to the hospital to check on Micky. He chose to walk across the park, taking a shortcut rather than walk around it. As he passed by a thick oak tree, a hand flew out and grabbed him by the collar. He was yanked off his feet and stumbled to the other side of the tree, where he found himself face-to-face with Mike.
Mike brought a hand back and punched Davy on the right side of his jaw, drawing blood from the corner of Davy's lips. Davy gave a cry of pain, but tried to fight back, knowing what could happen if he surrendered to the pain and passed out. He grabbed at Mike's wrists, trying to wrench himself free, but Mike slammed Davy against the ground, forcing him into submission.
Davy breathed hard, trying to get the spots out of his vision. Mike pulled him into a sitting position and leaned him against the big oak tree, where they were hidden from the view of anyone in the park. Davy weakly put up a fight, but Mike slapped him again.
Davy barely registered the fact that his shirt was being ripped from his body. He looked at Mike with dull eyes, only feeling pain and hatred. He never broke eye contact with Mike, holding on to the faint hope, that maybe, somewhere in those eyes; the real Mike was fighting to get out.
Mike pressed up close against Davy, bringing their lips together in a passionate kiss. Davy whimpered, using one hand on Mike's shoulder to try and push him away, but Mike pushed it away with ease, and Davy couldn't clear his mind enough to lift it again. Mike pulled Davy's body away from the tree and onto the ground.
Mike straddled Davy and began to undo the smaller man's belt buckle. All of Davy's attempts to move were foiled when Mike used his knees to pin Davy's arms to his sides. Mike decided his sleeves were getting in his way and rolled them up. Davy looked at his arms and saw the deep bruises in Mike's arms, ones that gave Davy the impression Mike had been stabbed with a needle.
Drugs....
Mike reached down Davy's pants to stroke him. He closed his hand around Davy's cock and began to pump, slowly at first, then faster and faster. Mike placed kisses on Davy's bare chest, nipping at his flesh.
Davy struggled to get his thoughts together when Mike's hand job got more complicated. His mind was telling him it was horrible, but his body had other thoughts, his body told him that it was the best hand job he'd ever gotten.... better than anything Jennifer did for him. And that made him sick with himself. His breathing got ragged and shallow as he resisted his body's demands to cum.
Mike tangled a hand in Davy's hair and lifted his head slightly to meet his lips. He forced his tongue into Davy's mouth, exploring. Davy tried to talk, managing to force out only a few words. "Drugs....
Mike.... Please.... Not you...."
Mike was beyond hearing him as another voice rang through his head. "He knows about you.... He'll try to kill you.... you must finish him off...."
Davy ignored the pounding in his head and put all his energy into talking. "Mike, I know you're in there somewhere! Please...." He paused as Mike took his hand out of Davy's pants, pausing to gaze into his eyes. "Something's wrong.... That's not you.... Someone else is making you do this.... Come back...."
Mike's face shifted from his cruel expression to the old face he recognized as being the old Mike's, but just for a second. He reached to his back pocket and pulled out a kitchen knife, one that Davy recognized from the pad. He squeaked in terror and started babbling again, desperate to get Mike to listen. "Please.... I'm your friend.... Remember, you discovered me all those years ago? When I was booed off the stage.... You said I could be in your band.... You were my first friend! You were the first one to believe in me! I love you Mike! Don't do this!!"
Just as Mike raised his hand above his head, his expression softened again. He shuddered slightly, then gawked at Davy, the knife still raised above his head.
"D- Davy? What...."
A hint of a smile worked it's way onto Davy's face before there was screaming and a single gunshot. Mike fell onto his side next to Davy, blood pouring from below his ribcage.
Davy stared in terror at Mike's injured form, too dizzy to sit up. "Oh my God.... Mike?"
Mike turned his head to give Davy a sorrowful look. He looked up to the sky and wheezed a final breath, blood spreading across his jacket.
"Oh, Jesus!! MIKE!!" Davy began to cry, and raised his arms to cover his face.
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