What Happened in Room 102

 

What Happened in Room 102

Chapter Six

 

            The phone shatters when it hits the door, the laptop is next. Everything within Atem’s reach is broken in his rampage, but when he steps out of the police vehicle he has the air of calm, because deep in his mind he knows he is gonna get revenge, for himself, the students, and most importantly Yugi.

~Inside~

            “You can go back to your seats, Yugi, Jou,” the blonde ignores Bakura, curling more into himself while Yugi weakly tries to get up. The blonde is hell-bent on keeping calm, but the drug isn’t finished with him yet. He can feel it, like liquid fire, burning its way through his veins and hazing his mind. “Today, brats.”

            “Bastard!” Jou huffs, struggling to his feet, face flushed and breaths coming out in pants “Go to hell!”

            Being ignored is what drives the teenager to run towards the other with jagged movement, mentally distressed and extremely pissed, in a blur of movement he is knocked to the ground. Before the bodies hit the floor there is a bang of a gun.

            Honda is the one who saved his blond friend from being shot, tackling the other without a thought and with more courage than he has ever shown before.

            Jou immediately starts to struggle under his larger friend’s hold, and soon the two are tumbling across the floor, hitting desks that screech loudly in protest as they are shoved about.

            “Calm down,” Honda orders after finally pinning his friend down again, holding him down by his shoulder. The brunette had no way of predicting what would happen next. Long, strong fingers tangle in his hair and pull him down to meet awaiting lips.

            Jou has no more interest in escaping his friends hold or cares about the criminals taking over his class, all he cares about at this moment is relief, the drug finally polluting his mind completely again and making his body all too tense, achy, and sensitive. He arches up trying to get some much needed friction.

            Marik laughs at the unfolding scene, watching it like a mid-aged woman watches day time dramas.

            Though the blonde is the one pinned to the floor it’s now Honda that is struggling to get free. Completely panicked, the earlier act with Yugi, Ryou, and Jou, making him even more apprehensive with the whole situation, he does the only thing he can think of, like a trapped animal, he lashes out. He’s released after ramming his fist into his friend’s temple and using the opportunity, scrambles away.

            Jounouchi doesn’t chase his escaped prey and friend; instead he rolls over to hands and knees and empties his stomach.

            The stench in the room is far from pleasant, the smell of blood mixing with sweat and spew, old and new, enough to turn any stomach when walking into the room, the students only saved from being sick because they adjust with the changes when they come.

Jounouchi weakly falls to his side with a loud groan, left there panting in exertion.

“You,” Bakura grabs the attention of the shaken brunette, “help that pathetic mutt to his seat, then the shrimp.”

            It’s at that moment that the lights go out.

            “Fuck!” Bakura growls, the light from the laptop illuminating his angry face. The laptop and the small streams of sun beams intruding through the edges of the blinds should be the only light within the room, but it’s not.

            A look of horror comes over one girl’s face as the cell phone shines brightly in her lap, giving her up completely.

            The bam resounding in the room is enough to make everyone jump, Bakura’s seat hitting the wall harshly as he stands. He is over the girl in an instant.

            “What the fuck is this?!” Vivian tries to hide the phone, but it is too late. She cries out as she’s yanked out of the seat by one of her buns, the cell phone falls to the floor with a clack. “Do you think I won’t kill you?”

            “L-let go,” The teen struggles against the criminal’s hold. Bakura does just that, yanking her forward and then pushing her down. “Ahh!” She shrieks when crimson soaks into her clothes, trying to remove herself from the lifeless body underneath her, but she freezes immediately when a gun is pointed at her.

            “I don’t understand why you children think I won’t kill you, I killed him,” Bakura regains his composure, motioning to the teacher with the gun to signify his point, before aiming at her again, “Should I use you as an example?”

            “N-no! Please No!”

            “Congratulations, you’ve become the new whipping boy. If anyone does anything wrong, you are gonna be the one to die,” With that said Bakura walks back and picks up the blazing red phone.

            He takes a moment to read all that has been said before angrily throwing the phone. It hits the wall with a crash and falls to the ground in pieces.

            “Everyone back to your seats, now.” It’s obvious that the male is furious, a little too much happening in too little time, grating his nerves.

            Everyone seems grateful to go to their seats, their small sanctuaries, Honda hesitantly helps Jou and Ryou offers his hand to Yugi, no one even dare asking about clothes.

            “Not you,” Malik is stopped by a grip on his wrist; Otogi stops at well at this, looking apprehensive. Marik just smirks at the student and the boy reluctantly follows orders, even though Bakura doesn’t look too pleased about the situation he says nothing.

            “I have extra batteries for the laptop and the motion sensors should be fine, but the cameras will have to be manually switched over to using batteries,” Marik is quick to update on the new situation, getting serious for just a moment in his life, now that the prior excitement is gone. He struggles momentarily with getting his little brother to sit.

            “If anyone moves, twitches a god damn finger, shoot the bitch,” Bakura orders before starting for the door, he makes one pit stop. “When I get back I’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t be able to stand,” Ryou just stares at him with wide eyes, following his back with fear until he shuts the door behind him.

            “Shit,” Marik huffs when the door closes behind his partner, “he’s in a pissy mood.”

            The room is absolutely silent, the new show being Vivian shaking desperately on the floor, looking as if about to go into a mental breakdown. Her skin has turned a ghostly white contrasting sharply with her dark hair and the mainly dry blood soiling her hands; she looks as if she were as dead as the teacher lying beside her.

            It seems everyone has their moment in the terrible spot light, exposed and pitied, it’s as if the criminals planned it. As if they sat down and thought how to break every single wall that the children built, and show their peers how pitiful they are. Every fear they own was used against them all.

 

~Outside~

            Atem’s hands are set as fists at his side, his jaw set and rigid, he doesn’t want to deal with this now. Before him, as calmly as one vacationing on the beach, his superior reads a report, pretending the detective doesn’t even exist.

            “There are a lot of police around here,” the Egyptian male purrs out the obvious, it only infuriates Atem more how this man talks so casually and often speaks in riddles, as if he is trying to get a stir out of the younger male. “So nice of the other counties to help us though that leaves their own territories short.”

            “They help us out as we would them in hard situations,” Yami answers finally.

            “So true,” that voice sounds quite amongst all the other bustling, this private meeting held behind one of the patrol cars and a few of their men who are on lookout. “I never have seen the flaw before.”

            “Flaw?”

            “Did you know there was a hostage situation also in Oita and Aichi as well?” He questions, though he doesn’t allow his detective to answer, “I’m sure not, you’ve had your hands full.”

            “Those towns are only an hour away,” he can see that something is going on, but he doesn’t know exactly what.

            “Yes, oddly enough the pattern make a triangle around Fukui, do you know what is in Fukui?”

            “Fukui state prison.”

            “It seems our Bakura has a connection with someone on the inside, along with that boy caught in Chiba, a boss lord that goes by the name Zork.”

            “A bust?”

            “A lot of Fukui cops around, I wonder how many went to help the other cities.”

~Inside~

 

            Ryou knows he’s doing something horrible, he’s putting another’s life in danger, and he hates himself for it, but he can’t just sit here and wait, he will not wait to be put through torture.

            Working as quietly as humanly possible, with his movement primarily hidden by the dark and the students before him, he works on his final defense. The supplies already out makes this pretty simple, he inserts the needle into the top of the bottle, pulling the plunger back is not done with the usual care, there is no time and no need.

            “No, Marik!” Ryou jolts at that, dropping the syringe. He looks up at the struggling form of Malik in his brother’s lap, he feels a pang of guilt, but looks down to find his dropped weapon, to his surprise and horror as soon as he finds it, it is kicked away.

            All the times Mai had made fun of him and pulled pranks on him he has never hated her, didn’t have the heart to, not till now. He looks up at her and all she does is shake her head, he has never been so angry.

            He tries to find the needle in the dark, he’s shocked to see Jou carefully drag it closer to him with his foot, does the blonde remember the discussion they had covering insulin’s effect on the human body? It was so long ago, could he hope?

            Jounouchi’s head is pounding, his skin tingles unpleasantly, and he still feels sick to his stomach, but at least he’s in his right mind. All he can think of is getting those men back for what they’ve done to him and his classmates, and it seems Ryou gave him a perfect way in doing so, the syringe seemed to come from the heaven’s, now he just has to get close.

            Marik is too busy with his cute, little brother to notice what’s going on around him, the boy’s squirming making him hot.

            “You know just what to do to turn me on,” It’s a husky whisper in the smaller Egyptian’s ear, a hand finding its way into the back of his pants, fondling the firm behind that is underneath. “It’s been so long, you must be real tight now.”

            “Ah! No!” Malik cries out, getting frantic when a finger presses at his entrance. “Please, brother!”

            “Mm, I love when you call me that,” he whispers seductively.

            “I-it hurts,” the boy cries as that dry finger starts to enter him, he tries to elbow the other one and continues to struggles, soon he’s stops though to break down and cry, “a-ah h-h-hurts.”

            “Shh, relax, big brother will make it feel all better,” the man comforts, now that the blonde has calmed down he moves his arm from around his waist to join his other in Malik’s pants, stroking the boys soft shaft. Malik doesn’t want to get any pleasure from this, but if anyone knows his body it’s this man, he’s studied it thoroughly and the younger one is hard in moments and can’t help, but abate in his hold. “That’s better. Feels good, right?”

            Malik gasps and whines when his older brother forces the rest of his finger in with one swift motion, his tears increase and he tries to arch away, but Marik just strokes his organ faster making him again relax and moan.

            In Marik’s mind there is nothing more erotic than his little brother crying and flustered, he loves to torture him to bring this look on his face, and it drives him absolutely crazy.

            “Ah!” The abused boy throws his head back and cries out in pleasure when that button is pressed inside him that makes his world spin. He then whines when he is left empty and both hands leave his pants, Marik wrapping one arm around his torso to pull him closer and the other grabbing a fist full of blonde to turn him into a forceful kiss.

            “I can’t wait anymore,” the brute declares, pulling at the others pants. Malik is immediately out of his daze, fear replacing the fuzzy feeling that clouded his mind.

            “No, Marik!” He all but screams, it won’t fit, the larger one will kill him if he tries to shove that in him, Malik isn’t used to it anymore. “No!” he struggles and absolutely shocks himself when he elbows the other in the face. He isn’t the only one shocked, Marik doesn’t know what to do, this is used to the younger’s advantage, he runs.

            Only a few steps and Malik meets the floor, a heavy weight on his back. He tries to scramble away but it’s no use, his pants and underwear are brutally ripped off before he is flipped over, a hand on his throat to keep him there. Lips again descend on him and when he starts to struggle his air is cut off. The boy is left panting when his brother releases his hold on his lips.

            “You’ll be punished later,” Marik promises, too busy trying to fuck the boy at the moment to worry about other things. Malik is frozen at the thought of punishment, letting Marik easily spread his legs.

            “Shit! What the fuck?!” The criminal cries out in outrage, spooking his brother even more. “What the hell is this?!” a tan hand disappears behind his back, only to pull back an empty syringe.

            Jounouchi steps back as the man stands and turns to face him, he didn’t want to use the insulin on this guy, but he can’t stand to watch anyone else get hurt.

            “I’m gonna fucking gut you,” the blonde growls, pulling a butterfly knife from his pocket and flipping it open elegantly, looking no less than pissed.

            Jou steps back, he’s not scared but still feels like he’s in another body, not in shape to fight, so the best thing to do is stay far away until the medicine kicks in. There is not much of wait; another step sends the large male to the ground, clutching his head.

            To Marik the world is spinning, he looks up at his attacker, but he can’t make the male out, he can’t see strait, everything is blurry.

            All the students, even Kisara, watches as the villain that helped turn their world upside down and horrified them turn into a shaken mess on the floor, before losing consciousness. They are still for the longest time, many holding their breath, waiting for this to be a trick, for him to get up and kill them all, he doesn’t.

            “We have to get out now, the window!” Honda pipes up, immediately they are getting up, running to their escape. While Otogi helps Malik up, Honda picks up Tea, and Yugi, Ryou, and Jou get some pants on.

            “It doesn’t open,” Vivian cries out, hitting the window, staining it a brownish red. The students can see the many people out there, the cars, but now it’s so dark, can they see them?

            “We have to break i-“

            “What the fuck?” The question is surprisingly calm when Bakura reenters the room, all the students freeze in their spots. “Did you think you were going somewhere?”

            The tension was enough to break under, was he gonna kill them? When he pulls out the gun Vivian starts to go into hysterics, Bakura’s words haunting her.

            “I did it!” Ryou cries out before anything is done, this is his fault, he couldn’t live if anyone died because of him. “Please, Bakura, I did it,” the foreigner stumbles out of the stiff group.

            “What did you do?”

            “M-my insulin, I-I-”

            “Don’t lie Ry-“ Jou tries to stop his friend, but the boy interrupts.

            “I did it! Please punish me!” The boy all but cries, his eyes watering up in fear of what is to come. “It’s m-my f-fault,” the delicate teen slowly walks forward, non-threatening, before falling to his hands and knees, bowing deeply in front of the man he fears. “I’m sorry.”

            If Ryou would lift up his head he would have seen the almost pleased look on the man’s face.

            “You don’t want me to shoot the bitch?” Bakura knows why Ryou is sniveling; the boy doesn’t lie and nods his head. “What are you gonna do to keep her alive?”

            The boy stands slowly, unable to explain with words, he keeps his head down, he undoes his pants with shaky hands, again exposing himself after just getting his clothes back on. Tears drip off his nose and hits the tile below as he presents himself, he’s cried so much today, but there seems to be no stop to the liquid.

            All the classmates watch in horror as the boy sacrifices himself.

            “Eh!” Ryou cries out when he is suddenly turned and slammed into a wall, Bakura doesn’t hesitate and attack’s his look-a-like’s throat mercilessly with quick kisses and sharp nips.

            “You’re gonna regret tempting me,” he threatens, grabbing the smaller’s flaccid member. “When I’m done with you, you won’t know how to live without my dick in your ass,” This forces a whimper from the pale student.

            Bakura makes the same mistake that Marik did, getting too caught up by a pretty boy to notice what is happening around him. Another students slips away from the pack, the criminal doesn’t notice, and the other seized teens try to stop them with silent motions, but it’s no use.

            With the utmost silence Marik’s dropped knife is picked up.

            “Use your mouth,” Bakura demands, pressing the fingers of his free hand to the boy’s lips, the other finally making him hard, the boy follows orders immediately, sucking on his fingers almost greedily. Those fingers are quickly replaced by a tongue.

            “Eah!” The kiss is broken when a finger is violently pushed into the boy, he can’t hold back a sob as it moves slightly, unconsciously trying to squirm away, his abductor squeezes his cock painfully, and he stills.

            “Look at me,” Bakura orders, again Ryou obey orders, looking up at the other male with misty eyes, his brows furrowed with worry. “Don’t you dare look away.”

            It’s because of this order that Ryou sees what is coming, Bakura only wonders on the boy’s relieved expression for a moment, before his own twists into shock and pain.

            Stabbing the man once isn’t enough; he is stabbed again before he falls. The man tries to lift his gun, but it is Ryou who stops him now, stepping on his wrist.

            “Damn boobs,” the man curses before he is out.

            Mai falls to her knees, both her hands still clutching the knife desperately, tears cascading down her cheeks. She’s in shock, but saved everyone.

            It is over.

            Before the students leave the room there is a promise, no one will know of the horrors that happened within these walls, all mistakes and shame will be only for them to know, they will not speak about what happened in room 102.

 

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