Date: Sat, 22 Sep 2001 14:32:22 -0700
From: mistress_n9@juno.com
Subject: Concertina Chapter 1

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Concertina
Chapter 1

"Hey pretty boy! Over here!" shouted someone. Nick Carter turned and
shook his head. "I said get over here, bitch!" the thug screamed. Two
large men came and grabbed Nick's arms. The young blonde looked around
confusedly. What did they want with him. The two men brought him into
a warehouse and quickly ripped his clothing. "Ha, saw you walking in the
street, knew you was good meat."

All three chuckled and the second one held Nick's face away from the man
so he couldn't see. His blue eyes darted wildly, searching for an exit
when he heard a zipper being undone and felt the pain-filled ripping of
his lower region.

"STOP! PLEASE STOP! OH GOD! THAT HURTS SO MUCH!" he screamed but his
pleas fell upon deaf ears for the boss continued to pound into him. "NO!
STOP!" Tears trickled down his face as the soft velvet of blood oozed
out of his anus and onto the floor. One of the henchmen plastered duct
tape to his mouth which reduced his cries to pained muffles. His blue
eyes shot wide open as he felt the sickening feel of cum hit inside him.
The radiant blue that held innocence and joy not long ago now were dull
with the ghostlike quality of a fallen angel.

"I'm done here. Let's go boys." the boss said as he pulled up his pants.
"You best not say nothin', you hear?" he snapped at Nick before leaving.

Nick didn't do anything. He simply laid there with dried tear streaks
on his cheeks. Dried blood streaks traced his butt and the floor. What
had he let those men do to him? He curled into a ball and cried.


Robin Tran jogged around the corner, huffing. He stopped when he heard
anguished cries from inside the old warehouse. He looked around then
slowly made his way over. He opened the creaky door and coughed at the
dust. "Hello? Anyone here?" he called out. His answer was a sob. "poor
kid. Must be lost." He walked over towards the sound and was surprised
to see a man in the fetal position, his body wracked with sobs. "Hey
kid, how'd you get here?" he asked gently.

His answer was a soft whine.

"Here." He took off his jacket and wrapped it around the shivering boy.
The boy looked at him with dull, pale blue eyes. Robin gasped at his
disheveled appearance. "Come on. Let's go home. Maybe I can call your
parents or something." He led the mechanical youth outside and towards
his apartment. He sat the boy down on a couch and wrapped a blanket
around his cold shoulders. "Mind telling me your name?" asked Robin.

The boy stared with the same blank expression. Robin sighed and set the
tea in front of him. The boy picked it up and drank it tentatively and
gratefully. "Nick." he whispered. "My name is Nick."

"Ok Nick, my name is Robin." Robin smiled warmly. "You wanna crash here
and tomorrow go home? Or do you wanna go home right now?" he asked gently.

"I'll stay." Nick whispered.

"You can use my room, I'll sleep out here." Robin offered. He reached
out to help Nick up but the blonde boy flinched. "I'll show you where
it is." He stood up and motioned for Nick to follow. He opened a door
to a modern room. "I'll leave the door open so if you need anything,
just holler."

Nick laid down on the comfort off soft velvet and silk sheets. He noticed
a worn blanket neatly folded at the food of the bed. He unfolded it
and wrapped it around his used body. The feel of the soft yarn lured
him into sleep, the blessed unreality that washes away the harshness of
the world.

His last thought centered on the mysterious, kind stranger that rescued
him from the terror of that warehouse.


Robin sat in the kitchen, pen in hand and notepad in front of him. His
laptop was open next to him. for days, he couldn't write a single thing.
What happened, he thought, I don't usually get writer's block. His head
bobbed to the sounds of Janet and Michael Jackson as 'Scream' played in
his ears.

After two successful novels, the public wanted a third book in his
Cristanine series. He had been writing ever since he could string
together a sentence. His first successful literary work was when he was
a Freshman in High School. He wrote all of the songs for the choir's
fall show as well as their tours. His song even went national. But then
he was an underground prodigy. He wrote beautiful fanfiction for a
group and yet no one knew who he was.

He had done almost everything he wanted. He was even nominated for a
prestigious award for his song. But that also separated him from his
classmates. Every word he wrote was under a pen name, an alias. No one
knew who he really was.

Now he was a full adult. He still secretly sold songs and wrote songs
for friends and artists as well as wrote under a pen name. Bobby Pin.
Robin smirked. Bobby Pin had 2 NY Bestseller novels under his name as
well as 5 poetry volumes.

What he didn't have room in his life was a boyfriend. Robin sighed. Of
course, he was successful with an adequate pay but...it seemed a bit
empty without someone to share it with. Someone to inspire him. Someone
just to hold him and tell him to calm down when he got too wound up in
his writing. Someone to put in little quirks to make the stories more
humorous.

Robin closed his laptop and took off his earphones. "I can't write
tonight." he sighed. "I'm such at a block."

He turned off the light and laid down on the couch. "Maybe tomorrow
will bring me inspiration. Just maybe..." he mumbled as his mind drifted
off to a land where reality is a thing of the imagination.

End Chapter 1 of Concertina

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