Mr.Sandman, send me a dream~ Pt.4

After the close call, Mark vowed to visit his beau each night, Aron's night time, of course. Day time visits were too risky and could jeopardize their time together. Mark had difficulty making excuses for the time missed at home to those prodding at his personal life, but it was well worth it. Many nights were spent cuddling and kissing in the queen sized bed as they watched movies, or simply chatted until Aron fell asleep. Once Aron would fall asleep, Mark would return to L.A to carry on with his daily life, but would always keep Aron on his mind.

A week after the incident, Yami had gone and bought them ice cream from a nearby store, and had picked a film for them to watch for the night. But soon they both grew disinterested in the movie after the first hour, so they turned off the TV and finished their treat, heading to bed hand in hand. Yami absolutely adored having Mark visiting him each night, but he wanted more. But he wasn't go to demand, so he pulled back from his love's arms slightly, and Mark tilted his head slightly in a curious confusion.  

"Hey baby?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you think....that maybe we could try to, you know...Like what we were going to do that night....."

Aron's voice trailed off, his cheeks burning as he bit him bottom lip harshly. Mark didn't need to hear the rest of the question to know what his lover was asking for. Placing a tender hand upon Aron's arm, Mark pulled him closer, a smile dancing on his face.

"Of course we can, but in a couple of days. It's time for me to go, but I promise to be back Tuesday. I got Table Flip with the Game Grumps all tomorrow, so I won't have time to visit, but I promise to make it up to you."

"Aw, I guess I can wait..."

"Of course you can. Love ya Yami-baby~"

"Love you too Mawk~"

Casting a small pinch of sand upon Yami's head, Mark kissed his nose as he drifted asleep. As much as he wished to watch his love, he knew he had to get going. Bob and Wade were waiting for him to get his ass online, and Mark was already running late. So with one last longing gaze, Mark slipped through the small gap between the window and the wall, flying through the skies on the whispering winds.

~~Meanwhile~~

Cry smiled wolfishly as he watched Mark leave his lover, asleep and defenceless. With Minx tending to her own personal life at the moment, and Felix was at a fundraiser, Cry had all the time he needed to do what he wanted. Melting into the shadows, Cry was able to slip into the home with ease, swiftly killing the power and the security system. 

As quiet as a mouse, Cry entered Yami's room, approaching the bed with mischievous glee. Running a hand through the slumbering man's hair, Cry let out a low chuckle as he saw that Mark had used a portion of his power on his lover. Which only meant that it would be extremely difficult to wake him before the sun rose.

Pulling a roll of tape from his jacket pocket, Cry bound Yami's hands and feet together, finishing off by placing a large strip over his mouth, in case he did wake up. Placing him on the floor, Cry quickly rearranged the room to make it look as if the British man had gone out and had simply not returned home.

Picking up his sleeping target, Cry walked out the front door, locking the door behind them, before running to his secret location. With a human in tow, shadow travelling would be extremely difficult and potentially dangerous for both of them, so he stuck to speed running through the streets, so that no human eye could detect them.

 It didn't take too long before they were out of the country, back to America, to his state, though he had enough common sense not to take his victim anywhere near his hometown. Making his way into an isolated forest, Cry smirked smugly as he slowed down to human speeds, knowing that he had gotten away with the kidnapping. Not even his siblings would be able to find him, he was sure of it.

As the sun set, Cry approached his destination; an abandoned cabin, which he had found in surprisingly good shape after collecting the soul of an unfortunate hiker years ago. He knew that no one ever came around here, as the forest was rumoured to be haunted, as many people vanished inside it, never to be seen again. But Cry knew what happened to them, though he never would tell a soul, as it would ruin the ambiance of the place.

Cry had set up the building with a few lights, using a generator to power up the place whenever he pleased. Water was pumped from a nearby lake, and a chimney was used to heat the small place. Placing the slumbering man upon the only bed, Cry set off to collect fire wood. After all, he planned to draw out his captive's fate. It would be much more satisfying that way.

""Mmmph..."

"Oh, are you awake now?"

Cry asked his captive as he returned to the cabin, a pile of wood cradled in his arm. Yami began to panic as he observed his surroundings, assessing his situation simultaneously.  With the room only lit with one lamp, and the fact that Cry was wearing a mask, Yami was unable to see much of his profile, which only terrified with more. Noticing this, Cry put the wood down by the fireplace, before kneeling in front of the bound man, who tried to move away from his captor, but to no avail.

"Aw, it's ok Aron, I'm a friend. Well, I was anyway. Doubt if you'd consider me a friend anymore... See, this has nothing to do with you. It has to do with Mark. I want to send our 'mother' and 'father' a message, as well as Mark and Minx. And what better way to do so than deliver your corpse to his doorstep?"

Cry smiled as he watched Yami's eyes go wide, and he was certain that without the tape, he would be screaming as loud as he could. He then ran a hand through Yami's hair, which brought a few frightened tears to the  British man's eyes.

"Aw, don't be scared, you don't need to be scared of me. Now, you're probably wondering why I am going to kill you. You see, as the middle child, I got treated like shit compared to my siblings. Minx is the pet, Mark is the angel who 'could never do any wrong', and I was the trouble making child who was blamed for everything. That's always how it's been. You humans love blaming Death for your own issues. But, I'm getting off track here. As I was saying, the reason I am killing you, is so that Mark knows how I feel. So that my whole fucking family knows what it's like to be me! And then some!"

Clenching his fists, it took all of his self control to calm down again. Taking a deep breath, Cry glanced back at Yami, who was still trembling like a leaf. Using his thumb, Cry brushed away Yami's frightened tears, sighing heavily as he felt the raw fear radiating off of the bound man.

"I will be back tomorrow evening Aron. I have other business to attend to at the moment. I'll leave the fire going and some water for you. Now, I'll chain you to the bed and remove the tape if you promise to behave. Got it?"

Yami nodded, desperate to get the tape off of his sweaty person, as it had begun to irritate his skin. Patting the top of Yami's head as he stood up, Cry went and retrieved chains from a nearby box. He then put one around Yami's neck, then his feet, to keep him from running. He then pulled the tape off of Yami's face, and cut the piece from his wrists.

"The door will be locked, the windows are boarded up, and there's no sign of life for miles. You leave, the elements will kill you if I don't. Farewell for now, Aron."

Too afraid to speak, Yami could only watch with  timid eyes as Cry set up a fire, melting into the shadows moments after the flame was steady. Once he was certain that his captor was gone, Yami broke down crying, sobbing hysterically into his hands. He knew he was going to die here. No one knew where he was, not even Mark. Though he had only an idea of who his captor was, Yami couldn't help but think that he actually did know him. But from where was what evaded him each time he thought too hard about it.

After a good hour of crying, Yami finally settled down, the adrenaline from panic and fear exhausting him quickly. Lying down on the dirty bed as best as he could with the chains, Yami tried to sleep, hoping that he could have a final happy dream before he was killed. Just then, a glimmer of hope passed through his mind. And so just as he fell asleep, he whispered one last sentence, hoping that it would hold enough of its previous power to work one last time.

"Mr.Sandman, send me a dream......"