Terry gripped the dashboard in a vice like grip. He wouldn't be surprised to find his fingerprints embedded in the material when he let go. But he had to good reasons for the death-hold. The first was he needed to keep his hands occupied. The anger he felt wanted release, but since there wasn't anyone around he could take pleasure in punching, he had to settle for clamping onto the dashboard.
The second reason sat next to him. Joe was driving at breakneck speeds along the highway, taking turns without slowing down. Terry held on for fear of flying out of the car during one of those turns. He didn't want to think about the gray hairs he'd get if he survived the trip.
Just what I need. Andy will start calling me 'gramps' again...
Terry gripped the dashboard harder, not caring about the damage to the material. He tried unsuccessfully to control his anger as he thought about his 'brother'.
I swear Andy, if Geese has done anything to you, I'll make him regret it.
Terry didn't think about what Geese had in mind. He needed to focus, and that would only fuel his rage. He growled deep in his throat as he imagined his fist pummeling Geese in his arrogant face.
"Go in like that, and you'll lose for sure."
Terry turned to the man partly responsible for his deathgrip. "What?"
"I said, go in like that and you'll lose for sure. You're beyond angry Terry. I can see that, and Geese will see it too. He's planning on it. That's why he took Andy. But you're so mad you can't see past that. He's got you beat already."
Terry glared at him. "Would you be calm if it was happening to you?"
Joe returned the look calmly. "No, but then I'd have either you or Andy making sure I didn't get myself killed by going off like you want to."
Joe pulled over to the side of the road. Killing the engine, he parked the car and turned to face Terry. His eyes were calm, contrasting with the feral look of Terry's normally serene blue.
"Look, I'm not saying you don't have a right to be pissed. I am too. Andy is my best friend, and I'd give anything to just kick Geese's sorry ass three ways to Friday. But I know Geese. He grabbed Andy to throw you off. And right now it's working. You keep telling Andy that his emotions are what weaken him, yet your going to make the same mistakes he does by trying to go after Geese like this."
At Joe's words, Terry flashed back to the fight with Kane. Suddenly, all the anger fled as he stared at the floor of the car.
"I was wrong. His emotions make him strong, so strong it scares him."
"Huh?" Joe looked confused.
Terry glanced back up, his eyes filled with pain and regret. "I was wrong about Andy. I thought his emotions were making him lose focus. I think Master Tsung felt the same way, that's why he taught the technique to me. But we were wrong Joe, so very wrong. Andy's emotions don't weaken him, they give him power. So powerful that he was afraid of what he could do. It was his fear that made him lose focus. And I didn't even see it."
"Terry, what are you talking about? Does Andy know a new technique?"
Terry shook his head. "Not a new one, Joe. I think this move is older than anything either of us have known." Terry sighed. "Andy can turn the force of his emotions into a type of energy. The stronger the emotion, the stronger the energy. He can take this energy and focus it into an attack. You've seen how emotional Andy can get. And you see how he is when he's protecting someone he cares about. Now imagine that focused into a single blow? Then think of dozens of blows, each with the same strength as the first one."
Joe blinked. To think that anyone had that kind of raw power was bad enough. To imagine his friend had it, and could have used it, suddenly made Joe a religious person. God, he could have killed me if he halfway wanted to.
"I don't get it Terry. If Andy is capable of that, why hide it?"
Terry's eyes grew sadder as he figured the answer. "Andy was trained in a style of fighting that teaches him to maintain control. It says to lose control is too lose all. I'm sure that had something to do with it. Then there was that time..." Terry trailed off.
"What time?" Joe asked.
Terry took a deep breath. "After the thing with Geese, when we all went our separate ways, I headed back to the States for awhile. I was in D.C. when I started hearing things about a fighter over in L.A. I got curious and decided to go see what the deal was. The closer I got, the more learned. It seems this fighter had been blackmailed into competing in an illegal tournament. He had fought about twenty rounds straight, and didn't show any sign of slowing down.
Joe whistled. "Twenty rounds? Talk about endurance."
"I don't know what the whole story was, but this fighter was getting angrier after each round. It had something to do with whatever the guy running the show had over him. When the last round was through, he tried to leave. The owner said he couldn't leave. He was his property now. I guess it was the wrong thing to say. The story gets hazy, but all the facts say this guy went ballistic. He took down all the owner's men and destroyed the place. One of the guys tried to take him out. He didn't survive. When I got there, I couldn't find this guy. But I did find Andy."
After a moment, Joe put two and two together. "You mean... that Andy... he... ?"
"I didn't think about it at the time. I thought maybe Andy had heard about this guy too and was looking for him like I was. But when I looked at him, he seemed upset about something. He was very quiet. When I tried to talk to him about the fighter I heard about, he just said that the guy wasn't around anymore. When I asked him how did he know, he just shook his head and changed the subject. I was so busy trying to find out about the guy, it never occurred to me that..." Terry's voice choked, and he hung his head in shame.
"How many times? How many times was I right there, when Andy needed me, and just didn't see it? Or what about the times I wasn't there? I don't know what Andy went through while I was training. I hardly know anything. After father died, all I could think about was training and learning. I wanted to be able to pay Geese back for what he did. I wanted revenge. but what about Andy? I know he wanted Geese as much as I did, but what else? God, he had to have been hurting. But I just took off. Didn't stay to make sure he'd be okay. I just left. God, Joe, what have I done?"
Terry broke down into despairing sobs. He had failed Andy when they were kids. He failed him back home. And he had failed him now. The agony twisted in Terry's heart, and he cried miserably.
Joe looked on, not quite sure what to do. He had seen Andy like this before, but not Terry. Joe simply waited for the storm of grief to subside before he spoke.
"Terry, Andy understands what you were going through. He knows you were hurting just as much, and that was the only way you could cope with it."
Joe place a hand on Terry's shoulder. "For what it's worth, you have been there for him, when it really mattered. I don't think I or Mai would have been able to get Andy through this whole mess with the adoption thing. Only you were able to help him. And you've been there before. As far as L.A. goes, you may not think you helped, but I know Andy. Just the fact that you were there was enough for him."
Joe waited patiently, hoping his words would have some kind of effect. He needed Terry focused if Andy was going to have any hope of a rescue. After a few minutes Joe relaxed as Terry visibly calmed down.
"Sorry, I..."
"Don't be," Joe said. "You're worried about Andy, that's all. We'll get him back Terry. I promise." Satisfied, Joe restarted the engine and once again went barreling down the highway at break-neck speeds. Terry resettled in his seat, his eyes closing.
"We'd better get him back," he muttered to himself. "Because I don't know if I can make it without him."
Andy struggled violently against the restraints. It was futile, and a part of him knew this, but anything was better than thinking about what was happening to him right now. Geese's hand were roaming over his body, divesting him of his clothes as they went. Andy was already naked from the waist up, it was only a matter of time before he was completely nude.
Geese chuckled softly at Andy's relentless flailing. He leaned close, purring in Andy's ear. "Like I said, you never show defeat. You are a remarkable fighter Andy. I will enjoy seeing what else id remarkable about you."
Andy closed his eyes tightly, trying to block out everything. He couldn't see what Geese was doing, but now he could feel it even more. Geese trailed a wet tongue down the middle of Andy's chest, stopping to tease the nipples lightly before continuing. Andy cringed as Geese traveled down the length of his torso. When Andy felt Geese undoing his pants, he thrashed about fiercely.
God, not this. Anything but this...
Andy bucked against the restraints as he felt Geese's hand close around his cock. Tears leaked from his shut eyes as Andy tried vainly to escape Geese's grasp.
"Stop it," he choked. "Leave me alone, you bastard."
Geese's response was to rub Andy hard with long, slow strokes. To Andy's horror and disgust, he felt his body responding even as his fought it in his mind.
*NO! I don't want this! I don't!*
Despite being tied up in a chair, Geese had somehow managed to pull Andy's pants free. He continued to fondle Andy, laughing softly. "Don't fight it, dear boy. Just enjoy yourself. I am." He leaned forward to place an unwelcomed kiss on Andy's lips. "I knew you were special Andy. It appears nature has been quite generous to you."
Twisting, jerking, Andy cursed at Geese while mentally he pleaded for the man to stop. Soon, his body pleaded for something else entirely as his hips rose in time with Geese's rhythm. Andy was losing the fight, and felt ashamed of himself.
*God no. Please no.*
Andy tried to think of something, anything, to keep his mind off of Geese touching him. Losing his father, fighting, learning a new technique, the fight with Ares. It the end, nothing helped; he was only human after all. Andy cried out as his body succumbed to Geese's attentions, semen spilling into Geese's hand. Spent, Andy hung his head down, unable to look Geese in the eye.
*I'm sorry Terry. I'm sorry.*
"Don't be like that Andy." Geese smooth a lock of hair from Andy's face. The younger Bogard kept his eyes down, refusing to lift them. "If it's any consolation, you really couldn't do much about it. Nor will you be able to from now on. It's just the beginning for you and I, Andy. One day, you will learn to appreciate what I will give you. You'll forget your life before after awhile. You'll belong to me Andy Bogard."
A needle pricked Andy's arm. Flinching, he looked up in time to see Geese injecting him with something. A part of Andy wished it was poison, so he wouldn't have to explain to Terry how he'd betrayed him.
"Not to worry, dear boy." Geese's voice became soft and crooning. "This is just to relax you a bit. I can't afford to take any chances during you training.
*Training?* Andy didn't understand what Geese was talking about. *Does he mean brainwashing? No, I won't let him use me like that, I won't.*
Geese watched, waiting for the effects of the drug to show. Sure enough, Andy's struggling slow, then stopped altogether. Sheer terror grew in Andy's eyes and Geese knelt in front of him.
"Don't worry, it will wear off after awhile. Until then, you won't be able to move much. But you can still feel. Wouldn't be much of a point if you couldn't feel anything."
Geese slowly unlocked the restraints, his lips ghosting over the places where Andy's flesh had bruised as a result. Andy could only watch as the last of the bolts fell away. He was free, but he couldn't do a damn thing about it.
"Perhaps sometime soon we won't need the drugs. For now though, I prefer you not try and rip my heart out."
Andy couldn't even glare at him. There wasn't a damn thing he could do about what Geese was doing to him. He was beaten.
*No wonder Master Tsung chose Terry. I shouldn't even be a fighter.*
Andy felt himself being stretched out on the floor. He wanted to close his eyes, but didn't. He just stared at the ceiling, waiting for Geese to continue to humiliate him.
A finger entered him, quickly followed by another. Andy tried to focus on the ceiling tiles and Geese opened him. Pain shot through his body as Geese forced his entire fist into Andy's dry opening.
*He just wants a body. He doesn't need my mind for this. It will happen no matter what I do, so I'll just give him a body.*
Not realizing what he was doing, Andy unconsciously forced himself into a semi-state of shock, his mind shutting down in order to cope with the ordeal. Unfortunately, he couldn't block out everything.
Blue eyes snapped open. His body stiffened and arched. Andy gasped, then a scream ripped itself from his throat as Geese drove his entire length into the younger Bogard. Andy felt both his body and soul being ripped to shreds as Geese plunged into him, over and over again.
*ithurtsithurtsithurtsithurtsithurts...*
Pain became the focus of Andy's existence. His mind stopped everything, registering only the unbearable agony and torment with each brutal thrust. Searing white hot nameless pain that shot up his spine and spread across his entire existence.
"Don't tell me Terry hasn't taken you this way? Tsk, what was he waiting for."
Tears flowed, screams rose, the hurt reaching a crescendo as Geese fucked him faster, taking each push as deep as he could physically go. Andy's throat became raw from his cries. Time just stopped on the crest pain.
When Geese finally came, Andy could do little more than cough and gasp for air. Geese withdrew and looked down at his handy work.
"Don't worry Andy, you'll get use to it in time. Perhaps I should thank Terry, for saving you for me like this."Andy didn't respond. His body ached terribly. He couldn't move, nor did he want to. And he didn't want to be put back in that chair. The very thought of trying to sit was mind-numbing.
"I have a room ready for you," Geese said, stroking Andy's long hair. "You'll be staying with me for quite sometime now Andy. You're mine now. The sooner you except that, the easier it will be."
Geese got up, zipping his pants when he stood. He went to the door and barked something to one of his employees. He went to leave, but turned back to Andy one more time.
"And do not for one minute think I'm going to let Terry come and get you. This is as much for his punishment as well as my enjoyment." These words echoed in Andy's ears as Geese left.
Andy laid on the floor. No doubt, someone would be along to drug him and move him to... to god knows where. Not that it mattered. Nothing mattered to him now. As far as he was concerned, Geese could do whatever he wanted. He was used, beaten, and destroyed. He was just a body now.
Just a body.
Something was wrong. Something was really wrong. Terry felt it. He didn't know what it was, or how he knew, but he know.
"Yo, Terry. You still there man?"
"Huh? What?" Terry turned to Joe, who had just them into a hotel.
"You looked spaced out for a minute." Joe paused. "You're worried about Andy again," was a statement more so than a question.
Terry nodded. "Something's not right Joe. I can feel it." Blue eyes burn brightly. "If Geese has hurt him, I swear I'll kill him Joe."
Joe stared at him. "Would Andy be able to love you if you became a killer Terry?"
It took a few minutes, but Terry caught the tone of Joe's question. his face went crimson. "How... how did you know?"
Joe shook his head. "Mai may be a ditz, but I'm not. I could see it even before the whole thing with your dad came up."
Terry's blush grew. "We never... I mean... not before... We thought we were... but then..."
Joe smiled. "I know, and you don't have to explain it to me. I'm actually glad that you too aren't related. You were both making me miserable." He beams, "Not too mention, if you too are together, that means less competition for the girls!"
Shaking his head, Terry managed a weak smile. "As long as you get something out the deal, eh Joe?"
"Hey, Joe Hiragashi always gets something out the deal. Though I wouldn't want to be in your shoes when Andy tells Mai why he hasn't committed yet."
The mention of Andy brought back Terry's dark mood. "I'd take whatever she does if it meant getting Andy back safely."
Joe sobered. "I know Terry. Look, we got the room, maybe we should get some rest."
"No," Terry shook his head firmly. "We need to find out where Geese is and get Andy back." His look left no room for argument.
Joe sighed. "Okay, we go look for Geese. But only until midnight. You need to rest. You took a blast from Kane that would usually kill anyone else. You'll need to get some sleep sometime you know."
Terry didn't answer. He dropped his pack on the bed, grabbed his hat, and stalked out of the room. Joe groaned as he followed him out the door. There was only one thought on Terry's mind.
*I'll find you Andy, and I'll make Geese pay if he's hurt you.*