tw: carving into skin

Pete left a long time ago. Mikey can't remember how long but he knows he got another two meals. He wonders if he gets one a day, or maybe one every other day. All he knows is a long time passes between each meal and it's hard to know how long. But he does know that he doesn't return the same time that Will does. He's staring at the blood that they still haven't cleaned, he doubts they will, and he doesn't know how he feels about it.

The moment Will steps into the room, Mikey looks at him, but he doesn't flinch away, he doesn't even give him a worried glance. He feels dead, almost. Dead to the point where he can't summon the energy to move. And he just looks back down at the puddle of blood, mournfully. Mourning the loss of his control. Will steps forward after shutting the door. Mikey finally gives him a longer look, curious more than anything. Will doesn't say anything as he stares Mikey up and down, then approaches him and punches him square in the jaw, Mikey grunts, immediately grabbing at it but Will stops him, kicking him hard in the gut. Mikey covers his mouth, he doesn't know why.

But he screams, muffled behind his fingers. Will continues, harder this time, Mikey spits blood on the ground, but Will keeps going, now pulling him up by his hair and slamming his head into the wall, "Fuck you and your little mobster brother. I fucking hate you all."

"Why?" Mikey musters, but it only earns him a place back on the ground.

Will kicks him harder, this time in the back. Mikey cries out.

"Why?" Will grins, "Why?"

Mikey flinches, protecting his head with his arms. But nothing comes.

"You killed my fucking boyfriend. Did you forget about that? After all these years, you really forgot?"

Mikey looks up in horror as Will clenches his fists. Mikey's heart races, "You killed Travie. You fucking murdered him, he was /innocent/." Will pulls himself away. Mikey stares up at him, not quite able to comprehend what's happening.

"It was you and Gerard. I remember clearly. I was out with Travis, down by the park near the end of the river." Will's eyes get hazy as he recalls, "It was our five year date, five years of being together, of being in love. He didn't know about the crazy shit I got myself into. Didn't know anything. I remember it was Gerard who shot him. He must have thought he got me. But I remember seeing red hair. Red hair followed by you. I remember him sprinting away, and I remember seeing the blood on my hands and I held Travis until he fucking died."

Will grimaces at Mikey, "I haven't forgiven you for that bullshit. I fucking hate you and Gerard. You're so lucky I'm not planning on killing you now. Patrick would be pissed. And I'm not like him, I'm not gonna rape you like he did. I just wanna see you hurt, I want to hear you scream."

***tw past here***

Mikey tries to scoot away, tries to crawl anywhere away, but Will slams his boot into Mikey's stomach. Over and over and over again. Mikey screams, cries out on anguish, and he swears he hears his bones break inside his body. Soon enough, when he is terrified, in too much pain to function. Will pulls a knife from his pocket, forces Mikey's shirt off. He barely pays attention to the stitches as he carves his way into Mikey's skin. Mikey screams, covers his mouth, tries to escape, but Will holds him down, and writes into his skin, something Mikey will have for what he believes will be the rest of his life.

/Travie McCoy/