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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi, Other
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      John_Egbert/Dave_Strider, John_Egbert/Karkat_Vantas, Jade_Harley/Dave
      Strider, Rose_Lalonde/Kanaya_Maryam, Auto-Responder_&_Dirk_Strider
  Character:
      John_Egbert, Dave_Strider, Karkat_Vantas, Jade_Harley, Rose_Lalonde, Dirk
      Strider, Jake_English, Auto-Responder_|_Lil_Hal
  Additional Tags:
      Blood, Smoking, Drugs, Drug_Dealing, Sex, Rape, Self-Hatred, Gangs
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-11-11 Updated: 2014-11-15 Chapters: 3/? Words: 5502
****** Fame < Infamy ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Need a bit of a break from demon nonsense. (Please)
***** Pilot. *****
"God, you're so great..." Panted the smaller male, laying next to his lover who
had given him one of the best orgasms yet since they had gotten together.
 
"You are too, John." He responded, draping an arm over the brunet's chest, that
was raising and lowering in pants from the after shock still, Dave, well, he
could take that, not like he hasn't had a better orgasm with other boyfriends
or girlfriends. So he himself has been breathing only slightly unsteady and
shaky. John wrapped his arms loosely around the other's neck and closed his
eyes as he kissed softly at Dave's neck, along with the marks from the
foreplay, he added more now in the after play. He then pulled away, laying back
fully again as he covered up, looking over with dazing eyes, not having his
glasses on of course he couldn't read the clock.
 
"Hmmn, baby what time is it?" He asked softly, forearm moving to cover his eyes
as he looked up. Dave looked to check after sliding his sunglasses onto the
bedside table. "Almost one thirty in the morning." He said simply, kissing his
cheek with a soft motion as he laid down as well. "Shit, we should get to bed,
we have a meeting tomorrow, right..?" The smaller male responded as he hazily
looked over to his lover again, smiling as he spoke. "Yeah, let's get some
sleep then honey." He murmured as he pulled the covers over himself fully as
well, wrapping an arm around the brunet and spooning him as they fell right to
sleep.
 
 
 
They woke up by the alarm on Dave's phone going off, and John whined a bit when
he opened his eyes and the curtain being opened just a tad making a burning ray
of sunshine scatter to his eyes. Sliding his glasses on, he sat up, and looked
to Dave, who was not cooperating with the alarm telling him to wake the fuck
up, so John just pulled the blankets off of the blond, smiling as he listened
to him groan in exhaustion, rub his eyes and sit up, slouching when he was sat
up fully.
 
As Dave leaned over to the side and slid on his shades again, he turned to John
and cupped the small males' cheek loosely and kissed him gently. John closed
his eyes and melted a bit into the kiss, returning it and pulling away when
Dave licked at his lips. "Don't start that now, we don't have much time before
the meeting starts." He says softly in response to that as he stood up,
wrapping the sheet from the bed around his bare body, walking over to his
dresser and getting an outfit out and looking over to Dave, who was laying back
again, on his phone.
 
He was the boss, so he knew what he was doing, so John just shrugged and slid
on his boxers, along with his bleached light blue skinnies. As he put on
deodorant, he heard his phone go off, and he glanced over to it, deciding to
just get it when he was done getting dressed. He put on a black tee shirt, and
slid on a blue zip up hoodie that had the red Ghost Busters symbol on it, split
by the zipper that wasn't zipped up to there. He sighed a little and brushed
his hair a little, turning to go to the bed and check his messages, when he saw
Dave looking at it, nothing surprising, he was always so easily jealous as to
who made him laugh or who got him flustered other than himself.
 
"What the hell is this?" Dave said simply as he watched the brunet walk over
and sit on the bed, reaching out to take the phone gently, but his hand was
smacked away a bit. "I'll ask again, what the hell is this?" He said, sounding
serious as John looked very confused, looking to the phone once he was shown.
It was a message from some random number, saying 'Hey baby, what are you
doing?' And it wasn't anything John had a clue of what it was. He shrugged a
little. "I-...Don't know, it's a random number, Dave." He said softly, looking
up to the blond who had his stoic expression on, but John knew he wasn't happy.
 
Dave took the phone again and stood up, deleting the text and blocking the
number. "Are you taking my phone again? Dave, I don't know who that was, and
you treat me lick a child and you're just an over protective father." John said
as he slid on socks to his feet, then the black and blue vans over them. "Maybe
when ransomers stop trying to sext you all day and night I'll give it back."
Dave said as he got dressed. John just sighed a bit and stood up, walking over
when Dave was done getting dressed, kissing him gently once standing on his
toes to reach enough, feeling a hand move around his waist and pull him up into
the kiss. 
 
When the kiss was broken, John looked to Dave, seeing his outfit. A pair of
black skinny jeans with a studded belt, a few things hooked to it and his
pockets, a red broken record symbol tee shirt with a leather jacket over it,
and for shoes, a pair of red and black laced complex converse that were
probably paid for with stolen money. John smiled up to him, hand moving up to
smooth his fingers through the blond locks of hair that were his boyfriend's,
then pulling away when he was done with it, turning and walking from the room
while Dave followed, putting both of their phones into his pocket. 
 
 
They walked from the apartment building, and down the street a bit to the
parking lot, as Dave unlocked the doors to his red and black detailed Mercedes,
John got in the front seat, looking over as Dave got into the driver's seat,
taking out his keys and starting the car. John looked out the window as they
began to drive, thinking about random things that came to mind, and when he got
to that one thing that made him just think back his whole train of thoughts,
they stopped. He looked out the front of the car to see the HQ, glancing to
Dave, who was taking out the keys to the car and getting out, shutting the door
behind him as John sighed a little, unbuckling and getting out as well, looking
back to Dave, who got the suitcase that was in the back, it was black and
leather, and it had a code lock on it. He walked alongside the blond when they
made their way into the building that was three stories high, and looked quite
abandoned, but the inside, was luxury to anyone and everyone. 
 
John thanked Dave when he had the door held for him, walking in and to the
elevator, waiting for Dave to get in as well before clicking the third floor
button, and watching the doors close, face kind of dull in thought. "What's
wrong?" Dave asked, looking down to the brunet, quirking a brow as the floor
number ringed to two. "What if it doesn't work?" He said softly in response,
rubbing a little at the side of his arm and looking down to his feet, eyebrows
furrowing together. 
 
"It will." The taller male responds with simply as the doors to the elevator
door opens, walking from it as John watched him, frowning a little, blinking
softly a few times before following after him, arms folding over his chest.
They walked into the meeting room, that had a large black wood table and lots
of rolling and spinning desk chairs around it. The walls were painted grey, and
the light source of the room was a large string of lights around the borders of
the walls and the one window that had large black curtains draped over it. Dave
sat down, in the chair on one of the thinner sides, where there were only three
chairs on each side, John sat on one of Dave's sides, the right side, he was
Dave's right hand man in the gang. Karkat was his left. 
 
John looked to see almost everyone else there, except Dirk and Lil Hal. He
glanced over to see Dave place the suitcase on the table, sitting back in his
chair, arms over his head as he waited. Dirk and Lil Hal, along with Jake, and
Jake was there already, sitting and waiting on the right side of where Dirk
would be sitting, was the other side from himself Dave and Karkat, because they
were the second hand crew in case anything happened to the first hand crew.
 
When they did get there, Dirk looked dis-pleasured, as he walked over and sat
down. Hal walked over and sat down next to him, looking as well as ever,
kicking his feet up and setting them on the table. Dirk swatted his feet off
and everyone went silent when Dave sat up again, glancing to him and waiting
for him to speak. 
 
Dave looked to John, who was staring to Dave, blinking softly when he was
glanced at by him. He then looked to everyone else. 
 
"Okay, everyone, it's been a while of planning and I know a lot of stress has
occurred and a lot of shit has been going on with the other gangs, but here it
is." Dave said, sliding the suitcase ahead a bit on the table. 
 
"No way.." Whispered out Rose, smirking a bit to the sight, as she glanced to
Kanaya next to her, who was staring at the suitcase herself in bewilderment of
it. 
 
Dave nodded. "Yep, it's all that we need, and we're starting it now, the
mission we've been training for years. And now I'll put us into groups." Dave
said, standing up and turning on the large screen projector that looked like
something from the future, but it was something he bough with stolen money of
course, as he walked up and got the pen for it, writing group 1-group 3.
 
"There is gonna be three groups, each having eleven.." Dave said simply as he
wrote names upon the board.
 
"Group one is gonna have me, John, Karkat, Jade, Rose, Kanaya, Terezi, Aradia,
Vriska and Sollux, and Eridan." He said, writing the said names under the group
one label, handwriting as neat as ever.
 
"Group two, Roxy, Jane, Tavros, Nepeta, Equius, Gamzee, Feferi, Kankri, Meulin,
Rufioh, And Cronus."
 
"And group three, Dirk, Hal, Jake, Kurlos, Latula, Mituna, Aranea, Porrim,
Horuss, Damara, and Meenah."
 
He finished writing the names. "Now, get in your groups." He said simply,
walking over and sitting down, the rest of his own group gathering a bit around
him, John just stayed in his seat, looking to the board and then to the blond,
then down to his lap, still having the slightly worried expression to him. 
 
It was going to work. Right?
***** One Alpha Provided To The Bait. *****
Chapter Summary
     Not two.
"Okay, listen up." Dave let out loud enough to get everyone to go silent again,
standing up from his seat.
 
"Group one will go out to start the mission, everyone else stays here. We don't
need to risk anymore than we already have to at one time." He said, as everyone
agreed, talking again, as Dave's group got up again, and Dave got the suitcase
again, walking over to the safe of the meeting room an putting the case in,
locking it and standing up fully again, cracking his fingers as he turned and
walked from the room, his teem following. John and Karkat were next to each
other a bit behind Dave, talking as they walked about how it was going to go. 
 
 
 
John heard his phone go off in the car, from Dave's pocket, Karkat and Terezi
were in the back. Dave took the phone out at a stoplight, looking at the newly
found text, from the same number from that morning.
 
'Hey honey, thinking about me?' Dave read it, looking to John, who was looking
clueless of it, thinking it was just spam, looking out the window as they were
stopped up a bit in traffic. Dave just made a face of slight anger, texting
back. 'Fuck off, this is his boyfriend and he's gonna be thinking about you
being dead if you don't stop texting this number.' Dave sent off as the light
turned green, driving again as John looked to Dave who had his phone on his
lap, it going off again, so he just reached for it, Dave smacked his hand away
a bit before he could get it.
 
"You're being protective again." John grumbled, folding his arms and sitting
back. "Only because some fucker is trying to hit you up over sexts John." The
blond responded with right after getting that remark. Karkat and Terezi shared
a look of slight confusion, and slight nervousness, because holy shit they were
about to fight. John sighed a little, sitting back in his seat still. 
 
"I want to know who the fuck this is texting you, John." Dave said, looking to
him when at a stoplight again. John sat up again. "I don't know! I've been
trying to block him but he keeps being able to like hack it back into texting
me again." John let out in protest, looking to the blond with an annoyed look.
"You're being over protective." John continued, snatching his phone from Dave's
hand when he didn't have the grip on it, sitting back and putting it into his
pocket. "John, give it back, I'm giving it to Sollux so he can find out who the
hell this guy is." He said, holding a hand out for John to give his phone to
him again. John rolled his eyes, knowing how stubborn Dave was, he just gave
him the phone back, frowning as he folded his arms again like he was a teen and
Dave just grounded him. 
 
Karkat looked to Dave, thinking on it, as Terezi just looked blankly ahead, not
like she could see however, but she could feel the tension in the car. 
 
They soon stopped, at an old factory for making clothing, where one of the
opposing gangs held out a lot. Dave unlocked the doors and got out, walking
right ahead after getting his sword from under his seat, John followed, he had
a knife in his back pocket, he wasn't much of a fighter...Karkat and Terezi had
weapons of their own too, so they got out and followed after shutting their
doors. "The rest of the group should be getting to their spot soon, we'll meet
up after." Dave said as they walked into the back of the factory, and looked
around.
 
"This place isn't the cleanest." Karkat remarks as he walked in deeper, Dave
stopped him. "Thanks captain obvious, don't fuckin' go anywhere you don't know
what's in there." He said as he pulled Karkat back from the hood of his jacket,
making the other roll his eyes and walk behind Dave. 
 
They walked through this place, all was well, until one of the members found
them and yelled 'help!' before pulling one of the alarms, making all four of
them turn around, as the male pulled out a gun, pointing it to them, shooting
at John, but he move just out of the way for it to even barely graze him,
hearing a few more shots as they ran.
 
John ran around one of the corners with Karkat, the other two had found cover a
bit before. Karkat panted a little from the running, John was just breathing a
little unsteadily as he glanced around the corner, seeing no one, sighing as he
looked over to Karkat, who was looking at John already.
 
"What do we do? Where's Dave?" Karkat asked as he stood up fully again, breath
normal again, as John shrugged a little. "I-I dunno..." He let out, looking up
to Karkat when stood up again as well. John went to speak again, freezing up a
little as he tried to focus his sight on the other, Karkat tilted his head as
he stepped ahead. "John? What's the mat-" He began to whisper, cut off by a
hand clamping to his mouth, and he let out a confused and muffled scream behind
the hand, squirming against a large man in the opposing gang, who cocked his
head towards John.
 
The brunet watched as another man, who was skinnier but still a lot taller than
himself, walk over, a gun in his hand. John fumbled around in his pocket for
his knife, not even nearly fast enough before the man had been tying John's
wrists together. John then realized, his mouth wasn't covered, so he opened it.
 
"Dave! Terezi!! Hel-!" He let out, before he mad a muffled sound out of the
rest of the call for help, hitching his breath in his nose as he stared up to
the man while he squirmed, the echoing of his voice stopping fully then. 
 
John was thrashing less and less as they dragged him and Karkat out of the
factory and to a van, Karkat was trying to dig his heels into the dirt, hissing
a bit around the cloth on his mouth by now. John wasn't making any noises other
than the ones of struggle to the bonds on his wrists being so tight, but they
were soon dealt with, the van doors were open, and they were being thrown in.
 
"Hey! Wait!" Dave shouted, sprinting toward the van after seeing John and
Karkat being thrown in there hastily. When he got to the van, Terezi followed,
jumping ahead of the people Dave were kicking and punching off of him by now
and yanking what she could fell out, and it was the hood of Karkat's jacket,
she got him out and rushed back towards Dave's car. Dave was then punched
again, sending him to the ground, not knocking him out, but knocking a tooth
out of place and blood streaming from his gums as he sat up, hearing the van
start up and the skinny and tall man hop into the back of the van. While the
last thing Dave saw was John screaming out in muffles as he stared to Dave on
the ground, thrashing against the man who was now holding him back from hopping
out again, and the doors shut. 
 
Dave just watched as the van drove off, coughing to the dust blown into his
face, spitting out blood as he looked down, rubbing the smeared red from his
chin as he stood up shakily, watching the van drive off, then snapping right
back into reality, sprinting over to his car, seeing Terezi at the hood,
helping Karkat out of the bonds. "Get in the car!" Dave said quickly, and she
nodded, doing as ordered, helping Karkat in and just barely shutting the door
before they were speeding off after the van that had just left with Dave's
lover in the back.
 
"Dammit I knew I shouldn't have brought him into this.." Dave murmured under
his breath as he was practically going two hundred miles per hour down the old
dirt road this damned factory was at. They could see the van just faintly way
ahead of them, and they were very fast, but the van seemed faster somehow. 
 
"Damn I hope he's okay." Karkat let out after a few moments, sitting up and
looking for the van still. "Dave, Dave it's stopping." He added, looking to the
van stop and the man who was driving roll down the window. Dave stared, raising
an eyebrow, seeing a pistol connected to a hand, shooting and hitting through
the windshield glass, shattering all around it. Karkat ducked, if he didn't it
would've hit him right in the head. As they kept shooting, reloading when out,
Dave cursed. "We can't stay here, we have to go!" Terezi let out in a snap to
Dave as she was in the back seat, ducking on the floor of the car as with more
room.
 
"We can't, they've got John!" Dave protested, as one of the shots almost grazed
upon his side, knowing they didn't have time to stay and avoid bullets just
barely, but also not wanting to face the facts. Karkat went to say something
else, and everything was silent ahead, no more shots, but something
much, much, worse. 
 
They all three heard screaming from the back of the van, due to the newly found
holes and rolled down windows letting in noise. It was higher than a normal man
from the opposing gang, and Dave's face paled, they were hurting John, John was
screaming, this wasn't okay. 
 
"Dave holy fuck we can't stay here, at least call in some back up, we only have
blades, no guns!" Karkat said, smacking Dave's head to get him back into
reality. Dave stared ahead to the van, cursing as he started the car when
seeing the pistol out again, speeding to turn around, leaving a massive dirt to
foreshadow them as he sped off, not even considering a speed limit as he made
his way to the HQ again. 
 
 
===============================================================================
 
 
John was laying down in the back of the van, coiled up, sobbing a bit to
himself, though he was smacked and told to shut up long ago, he hoped to God
they didn't hear. There were two other men in the van with him, both in the
front now. He now had bruises scattered along his pale and softly hurt skin,
trembling as he sat up, hitting a bump and whimpering. He didn't see it, but he
felt a very burned and stinging red hand print to his cheek, and a swollen eye
as well. He looked behind him to see if he could see out the back windows, and
flinched up when his chin was grabbed by the man in the front right seat,
yanked ahead by the grip, whining out in pain to that, looking up to him as he
got another smack.
 
"Don't try anything stupid, Egbert." He said in a firm threat as John had teary
eyes, nodding as he was pushed back again, when they hit another bump on his
fall back, he hit his spine on the cold hard metallic floor of the old van. The
man driving, chuckled a bit to this.
 
"Yeah, we could jus' kill ya, but we do need you for some...Agreements." He
said, humming in a way you just knew that 'agreements' meant something John was
in for one terrible hell of a time due to having to be the participant who
causes it. 
 
John frowned, tears streaming down his cheeks as he just laid back, arms a
little out to his side as he looked to the roof of the rusty old van, hoping at
that moment they'd just wreak and he'd die, he was hurt enough. 
 
Although, John was snapped from those thoughts as they dead stopped, jerking up
to sit up again, looking around quickly, flinching and scooting the other
direction when the doors to the van opened, shaking his head quickly as he was
shoved a bit by the men in the front to go forward to the men waiting to grab
him. "N-...No.." He let out, scooting back more. 
 
"Aright sweetheart come on, we wont bite too much.." The man let out in his
deep raspy voice from the opening of the van. The other man at the opening of
the van's rear was tired of this, groaning and getting in, yanking John after
gripping a fist of his hair in his hand, right out of the van, getting a loud
cry of pain from the brunet, falling to the ground when pulled out, it was
gravel, so he jerked back and tried to run, slipping and being pulled up again,
letting out a scream for help in case anyone was around that he hadn't seen
yet, as he was then slammed against the van by his head, and everything went
black.
 
 
***** 7 Minutes In Hell. *****
The bitter cold and hardness of the floor was what made John blink his eyes
slowly back awake again. He looked ahead, he was laying down on a concrete
floor, seeing nothing but a hard concrete wall to match the dull floor. He sat
up, hearing nothing but the clinking of chain mail links colliding, looking
down to see his ankles hooked with large, wide metal cuffs, no pants on. He
looked to his wrists, after seeing he was covered by someone else's coat. A
large black and green trench coat that covered more than all of his body.
 
He saw his wrists were cuffed as well, as he then scooted back a bit, hearing a
little ringing sound, looking confused as he blinked softly, lifting a hand,
feeling at his neck. He had a collar on, a fucking collar for dogs. He frowned,
looking around and feeling his eyes tear up again, shaking as he leaned back
against the wall, looking to the door that was locked with a large code lock
that looked as if it needed an I.D scan of some sort...
 
John just coiled up, sobbing a little to himself, before flinching up when
hearing a beep from the door, heart dropping when the door opened, and watching
as a man with a knife walked in. This man looked familiar..He just didn't know
what from...
 
He was tall, and had light brown mossy hair over his forehead, dark looking
eyes, and he was wearing nothing to make him seem better. John saw the knife at
his side, and saw him walking closer, trying to scoot to the side and finding
his way to the corner, making a small noise when hitting the said corner and
kind of just pulling up the bags of the large coat on him over his face in fear
with his cuffed hands. 
 
That didn't work too long to hide himself, he was tugged, lightly from covering
himself, chin being held in place and pulled to look up to him, seeing a wide,
impetuous smile to his lips. John's lips quivered as he stared up to him, eyes
watering up again, as he stared up to the man with eyes in hope.
"Please...Don't hurt me.." John let out in a soft, weak, and slow attempt to
get a bit of sympathy from this man.
 
But no, all that echoed in the room was a smack and cry out in pain from John.
He then scurried to the side he was in before, scrambling to get up,
remembering the cuffs to his feet, slipping to the floor again, on his knees,
the big trench coat draping off his shoulders and pooling on and around his lap
as he tried to listen to where the man was, the room was just so dark. 
 
John didn't see the man, but saw a blinking green light, focusing more with
scared eyes, seeing a camera that was recording this. He felt his heart drop
again, frowning deeply, they were recording? For what? He wondered, not
remembering the man, who tugged him back as he gasped a little, flinching and
shaking to his grip as he was jerked to stand up.
 
John's eyes were wide with fear as the much larger man held him close from
behind to himself. He frowned and felt more tears fall, everything was hurting
in his body as he was held and it was aching so badly right now...He just
wanted to go home, he wanted Dave holding him...Not this man.
 
The man was holding him too formal like this for some reason, towards this
camera, was he trying to get something specific on film..? 
 
Yes, he was. John felt a cold source to his throat, eyes blinking and opening
wide again when he realized that a knife was to his neck, his neck that had a
few hickeys upon it from the night before. He felt himself tugged up more
towards the knife, gasping a little because every move by now could mean life
or death to him.
 
It was a bit of moving, and teasingly dragging of the blade the slightest bit
across John's throat, and every time John stayed as still as his bones and
muscles could possibly manage.
 
He then heard a beeping of a phone go off, blinking softly a few times when the
man read the text, John caught a glimpse of the red that was Dave's texting
font. It read 'You're bluffing.' 
 
John looked to the floor when the blade was gone from his throat, tears flowing
freely from his eyes and down his cheeks, then being shoved a little, and
kicked to the floor, making a struggled sound of pain when he hit the floor
face first, trembling as he couldn't get up, cuffed hands under his fallen body
and legs to weak to try and manage to get up, or bend, or do much of anything.
So he just lye there, trembling and sobbing to himself, hearing a few sounds
and looked over a little, seeing the camera pointed to him, then hiding his
face into the bags of the coat again, coiling up and sobbing a little more
excessively, not able to hold much of it in any more...
 
===============================================================================
 
 
By the time Dave got back to the HQ and after that damn van again, it was too
late. They couldn't find them...They were off the grid...His boyfriend was off
the grid.
 
He was right. John said he felt scared, that he felt like something was going
to happen, he never listened to him...He regretted it so much. They searched
for the van all night long, until it reach about three in the morning and
Karkat made him pull over on the side of a highway somewhere right out of town.
 
"We'll find him, but you seriously need to get some rest...It's been a long
fucking day Dave." He said, looking to the blond, who looked like an emotional
distress signal, head falling and hitting the steering wheel in the middle, it
honking loudly for a moment, as he just gripped where he was steering it with
tighter, trembling to himself.
 
"I'm driving you back home, and I'm staying with you tonight, not gonna leave
you alone in this state, might go jumping off the roof or somethin..." Karkat
let out in a mumble as he got out of the car, walking to the other side,
groaning as Dave didn't move, helping him out and putting him in the other
seat, getting in and starting the car again after shutting the door to his own
side, driving them back to John and Dave's apartment.
 
When Karkat got Dave back into bed, he sighed a little and walked into the
living room, looking over to the laptop that was Dave's on the kitchen counter,
on and ringing. It was a video call. He walked over, and turned off the camera
before answering it.
 
He saw the worst thing he could see as of three in the morning, the day after
one of his best friends were kidnapped and taken God knows where.
 
It was John, scurrying about a pitch black room, in a night visioned camera
recording. Then a man, coming in, and snatching John up, knife to his throat. 
 
When Karkat sent that text from Dave's phone that was also on the counter, he
saw John sobbing on the ground.
 
However, the man walked over, and he wasn't nearly even close to being done
with John. He was knelling down, turning John to lay on his back forcefully,
and John just struggled against it weakly. Yet when Karkat saw what he
was really  doing, he froze up..
 
The man was forcing John out of the little clothing he had on, the trench coat,
and what was under it. Nothing. John was screaming for help, but that didn't
last long, he was smacked harshly, and he whimpered, and sobbed silently to
himself.
 
Karkat ended the call when he saw the man taking off his own clothing, and he
was just staring that the screen of the last frame from the call. John trying
to get away, crying for help, naked, and the man holding him down effortlessly
and taking off his own jeans.
 
Soon Karkat just placed his head on the counter, holding his hands together on
the back of his head, black bush of hair interlocking between his fingers,
trying not to worry too much. But thinking about how one of his best friends
was getting raped right this second, and that he was not doing anything about
it..
 
Then again, what could he do? He didn't know where he was, he didn't know who
that man was...
 
He had to tell Dave, the second he woke up. 
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