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Okay, hello there friends... so I'm betting I'm gonna need to explain this a bit. This is gonna be a collections of scenes out of context. I know it seems like I've been inactive lately. That's not the case. I'm still reading and reviewing and aware of PMs and reviews of my own. I've just been a bit busy. However, I do have time to write every now and again. But normally, I'm not sitting down to write an update. Normally, I'm sitting down to write random scenes that I can't get out of my head.

So, these are gonna be scenes ive written down as stress relievers. :) Basically, most of them will have no story. Here's the fun of it...

I would love for you guys to write me a review, telling me what you think is happening. I think it will be very interesting to hear what kind of spin you guys put on it. What kind of tragic things will happen before or after this. You guys can also request for me to make these into stories with the ideas you give me. I would honestly love that so much.

I really hope you enjoy this first awful draft of a random scene out of context!

Jack threw the door open. He regretted the movement immediately when he saw what waited on the other side.

Race's breaths were coming in hard as he struggled. The loud noise must've startled him too much to bare. And it made Jack's heart hurt. He was up against the far wall. The boy's hands were bound tightly behind his back and his legs were bound with too many ropes, probably cutting off his circulation due to that fact that he was forced to sit on his knees by another rope that wrapped around his neck like a collar, connecting to something above them, threatening to strangle him if he made one wrong move. He was gasping as the thing pressed into his throat, terrified of not being able to breathe. He whimpered as Jack was sure he heard his footsteps and assumed someone was there to hurt him. But Jack was too stunned to speak. He let his fists clench up in anger as he saw the knotted gag between the young teen's lips, silencing his playful sarcasm and witty comments. And the cloth that wrapped around his head, covering his eyes made Jack want to murder whoever put it there. It was soaked with tears.

Jack was as quiet as he could be, unsure of the best way to approach the beaten boy without scaring him anymore. He wanted to wrap him up in anything that would hide his bare chest from view. He wanted to get him out of there. So he dropped down to his knees in front of the boy.

Race whimpered and struggled a little bit when he heard someone right in front of him. He didn't know what else he could do but beg at that point. He was completely made helpless in his position and it made him feel sick. And then the blindfold was being messed with and Race screamed, fearing the worst.

Jack watched Race's frantic blue eyes dart around the room. They broke his heart. They were red and puffy and it looked like the boy had been sobbing for days on end. And then those eyes landed on him. And Race sobbed harder.

Jack didn't know what to do. He was being watched. He couldn't get his brother out. And he so desperately wanted to get his brother out. But all he could do was take the blond boy's face in his hands and smile sadly at him. "Race..." Jack was sure his voice broke even though it was no more than a whisper. "Calm down, kid... I'm right here..." He brushed some of the curls away from Race's forehead before he leaned forward. He pressed a firm, loving kiss to the clammy skin.

Race could barely hold himself up anymore. He found his body starting to sag. But Jack caught him. He held him up, out of deaths grip. Race's head hung dangerously low to his noose.

"Kid..." Jack let Race lean on him as best he could. But the way the boy was bound didn't allow much.

"Let him go!" The demand ripped from Jack's throat before he even thought it up. He glanced back at the man standing in the doorway who just laughed. Immediately, Jack knew he was getting no where, so he sighed, looking down at the boy in his arms. "Please... at least let him lay down..." All he could do was brush back the kid's hair. The poor boy was terrified. Jack didn't blame him. He obviously had no clue what was happening.

"Aww poor poor little Anthony..." the man in the doorway mocked. "Bet he'd love to be seeing a bag full of cash right now, wouldn't you Racetrack?"

Before Jack knew what was happening, the boy in his arms gasped and attempted to throw himself backwards, choking as the rope around his neck dug into his skin. The man was advancing on them. And Race didn't like the idea.

It was painful. Painful for Race who could barely move, but quite possibly even more painful for Jack to watch it. To watch his *brother* in agony as ropes dug into his skin and a ratty gag kept him from even pleading with his captor not to hurt him. To watch the boy he'd known for almost his entire life sobbing and scared and clueless as to what was going on. To see the boy he'd held in his arms most nights for years completely helpless and alone.

"Leave him alone..." Jack growled out as the younger kid whimpered. He shot a glare up to the man that had done this. That had his brother bound up in a room that reminded him too much of a hospital. The walls were white and the lights were even brighter. It made Jack sick. "He's just a kid... ya don' gotta do this-" the boy started.

"You brought this on yourself, Jack!" the man screamed at him, suddenly angry instead of smug. Race jumped and tensed immediately, not liking the sudden change in his mood. "If you didn't want anything bad to happen to your precious family, maybe you should've thought about it before doing what you did!"

The tears in his eyes were inevitable. He was right. It was Jack's fault. It always would be. And there was nothing he could do to stop this. But the way Race looked at him hurt. It *hurt*. He was so scared and he looked so small bound up the way he was. He looked so young. Younger than even his fifteen years. "Racer, I'm so sorry..." The child was shaking. He was sobbing. His face was soaked with tears. The poor kid was a wreck and Jack couldn't stop it. All he could do was grasp onto the boy's shoulders, trying to keep the kid still.

"Please let him loose..." Jack's voice was small and desperate. "He can hardly breathe... this ain't his fault..."

The man in the room laughed a bit and let his hand fall onto the blond curls on Race's head, softly petting them. The gentleness of the man was condescending and showed a sort of dominance. It made Race flinch and cry harder. He mumbled something into the gag he wore. The sound made Jack's heart clench tightly in his chest.

"You got what you wanted, Kelly. He's alive and he's running out of time," the guy smiled, maniacally. "Now I'll let you do the honors of blinding him again before you leave." It was a demand. A sick, terrible thing to make Jack do.

Race *hated* the dark. Race hadn't slept alone in a room by himself since he was five years old. Race was scared and he had the right to be. And this man was making Jack take away Race's only sense of safety in that moment.

It must've been a long time of Jack simply sitting, staring apologetically into his brother's big blue eyes. Because the next thing he knew the cloth he'd tore off of the boy's face earlier was being shoved in front of him. "You do this now, or I will." That threat was enough for Jack.

Carefully and very slowly, he clutched onto the cloth. He felt like he could hardly breathe when Race leaned away from him, shaking his head pleadingly. *Please don't...* he was begging. *Please not again...* But Jack shook his head, knowing full well he was crying too. He didn't want this to happen. None of this should be happening. "I'm so sorry, kid..." He did it quick, letting out sobs himself as Race screamed in protest. The boy's voice was so high pitched. With how well Jack knew the kid, he knew that Race was beyond petrified. Race has put on a safe face before. Normally with bullies or even with old foster parents. But none of that was as bad as this.

Jack tied the thing around the back of his boy's head and kissed the squirming child on the head before whispering quietly into his hair, "'m gonna get you outta here... t's all gonna be okay, I promise... ya just gotta keep breathin', yeah?" When Race's body jerked with sobs beneath his touch, Jack held onto him tighter. He knew Race wanted him to stay. Race didn't want to be alone. Race didn't want to be left like he was. *Helpless*. But with the look that the evil man gave him, all he could do was let the tears fall. "I love you... n' I ain't leavin' ya here... 'm comin' back, I promise..."

The man in the room smiled, mischievously from above them, watching the whole scene intently. His stomach twisted with adrenaline and excitement as he grabbed Jack by the hair and forced him up. The eighteen year old bit out a cry of pain before he was shoved back towards the door. "You have two days... don't keep me waiting..."

Jack froze in the doorway. He was sobbing. The screams he heard from Race didn't help that. The screams that Jack could vaguely recognize. The screams that were his own name and an attempt to get him back. The screams that would haunt Jack for the rest of his life. But he couldn't dwell on it for too long as the man gave him one final shove out the door and slammed the heavy metal thing shut in his face, leaving a frantic big brother outside the room where his baby brother was being put through hell.

It was then that Jack Kelly allowed himself to scream.

Race struggled in his bonds and breathed impossibly hard as he knew he was left alone with the man who'd taken him in the first place. In his helpless state, all he could think to do was beg. He felt pathetic, like an injured puppy, waiting to be kicked. It wasn't long before he could feel the man's breath in his skin. He couldn't help screamed again. Screaming for Jack not to leave him alone again. Screaming for him to come back and stay with him even if he was still bound the way he was. He just wanted Jack. He just wanted his big brother. But as a slap met his cheek, he quieted, simply whimpering instead, begging to be set free before the noose around him was grabbed and he was dragged forward a few inches.

"Now that we're alone..." the man whispered, "let's see if we can't have some fun..."

The screams were inevitable.

Okay, yes I'm awful.

So... what do you think? What's happening? Why is it happening? Be creative! Let me know what you think is going on! Brainstorm it in a review and let me know!

If you have any questions or would like to brainstorm with me, feel free to PM me at any time! I love hearing from you guys! And if you want to see more of these scenes, well... I'm sure you'll see some. For the most part, they're unedited and drafted pretty quickly. But trust me, there will be a lot of them.

To be clear one last time, this is all I have of this "story" just this out of context scene. I want to know what you guys think is happening. Take your time! Brainstorm. Be creative.

Thank you so much for reading! I hope to read a review from y'all soon! Love ya, friends!