Ripping the Wings Off of Butterflies (Drake/Arty)

[Elysia O'Broin]

"Elly."

It had only been her name on his lips, and the blonde had felt that familar trill of fear trip up her spine as she whirled around plastered herself against the wall. Her journals clattered to the floor and made suck a racket that it practiacally reverberated down the halls like an echo as she made a high pitched keen in the back of her throat like a frightened animal. Why? Why was he here? Last she'd heard, Collin had gone home after an incident involving Blake and a fight in the Common Room--so why was he STILL HERE?!

Her brother tilted his head at her as if gazing at a butterfly pinned to the wall and she swallowed around the fear lodged in her throat. Other than the healing cut mirroring her own above his own eyebrow, he looked just as impeccable as he had the day she was taken out of court and sent here: the epitome of the concerned older brother of an unbalanced, delinquent little sister and all around golden child. Even if she had spilled what he had done to her, who would have believed such an upstanding young man could be such a monster? Who would believe the poor little delinquent girl who had lashed out just for attention?

No one, she thought grimly when he advanced on her and plucked one of her journals from the ground.

"Still living in fairytales I see," he hummed as she paged through the bound book, frowing at the strangely lyrical way his sister wrote. Admittedly he was impressed with her skill, but he would never tell her that; she would always be poor, stupid Elly whom nobody wanted or cared about. And by the looks of her face, it was still true. Collin made a sort of 'tsking' sound and dropped the book like it smelled bad. "Why're you still pretending ta be somethin' you're not?"

She wanted to say something biting, oh god she did, but that stupid lump in her throat kept her from it and she tried to press herself in the wall even more when he continued his advance. It was almost hysterically funny how Elly, who wasn't even afraid of Dis and his psychotic episodes or Blake and her mental breaks, was terrified of this poncy arse in front of her. Her head shook itself at him and she squeazed her eyes shut.

'If I can't see him, he isn't here.' The mantra had done little to soothe her in the past, but maybe he wouldn't get close enough for it to fail?

The hot breath on her face only confirmed her fears and she didn't need to open her eyes to know he had her caged between his arms. She shivered under his scrutiny.

Collin sighed. "Still as useless as always," he sighed, as if he blamed himself. she knew better. "Ma an' Da were hopin' for so much more out 'o your rehabilitation here, but I see it was for naught. Guess you'll never mean anything to them."

Elly choked on another sob but was unable to keep the tears at bay as they slid down her cheeks in hot rivers. She nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt a hot tongue lave up her cheek to plant a kiss on the developing scar going through her eyebrow. It was almost instinctual to snap her eyes open and stare at him with unmitigated horror at the strange gesture of tenderness.

"And I see you let someone else hurt you," he scolded. Elly felt like she was ten all over again and it was the night the whole nightmare began; cold, dark, and so very alone. No one would come if she screamed, and she knew it. "That wasn't very nice of you. You still belong to me after all. What a bad girl you've been--I'll bet you let someone else touch you too."

The teen shook her head again. "Don't," she whispered hoarsely.

He ignored her and slid a hand down the side of her face and over her lips. "Did you let them kiss you?" he leaned in closer and she yelped when he nipped her lower lip. "Hold you? Fuck you? You know what happens when you let others do that right." It wasn't a question and that hand trailed down her neck, over her breasts, to rest on her hip and pull her closer. It's twin fisted itself in her hair and pulled her forward until she was flush against him and trapped against the wall; there was no escape. "Shall I remind you?"

His lips were on her's before she could raise anymore protest.

[drake]

It had taken a lot of effort to get Arthur out of his room. Drake almost had to beg. The older brother hadn't even been doing much in that room. Sleeping. Arthur did get the minimum amount of sleep needed to stay healthy but, that night, Arthur had been asleep for almost twelve hours. Drake didn't understand what could have possibly resulted in Arthur sleeping double the time he usually does. But Drake had wanted to spend some quality time with his brother. They never got to do that anymore. Even before Drake had been thrown in the detention facility. Arthur had moved out and gone traveling, leaving Drake alone with his dying mother and so busy father. So Drake was taking any chance he could get to spend time with either of his brothers. But Willhelm was in a hospital after a horrible incident that started with hurting someone that Drake cared about. So Drake didn't really want to talk to that brother. Which left Arty. They had a childhood filled with Disney songs and make belief. Where had those days gone? Drake wanted them back.

There wasn't much planned out for their day. Drake wanted to give his brother a proper breakfast, maybe hear all of the stories that Arthur had to tell about Russia, England, Germany and every place he'd been to since they'd been apart. Breakfast and stories were something they could do any day. But why not now? Drake had nothing to do. Arthur had nothing to do. Though Arty should have been busy with writing up that resume to become a security guard. But that boy always procrastinated and Drake knew it. That's why he chose this day for a little walk about through the building. It just happened to be a day when neither were busy.

There was no destination. The boys wandered aimlessly down the halls. Drake heard so much news from his brother. All the stories of the animals Arty killed, the people he met, activities he did. One day, Drake wanted to travel with the brother. Just for a little bit. Though he'd have to take time away from his family to do that. His new family. You know, the one he was hoping to have? With Avery... and with Noah. It was a little dream that only had a fifty percent chance of coming true. He may never get to have that family. But he was hoping. If he didn't, then he could travel with Arthur forever or something.

But the two were stopped in the hallway. They weren't sure what to do or say at the sight. Who was the boy who was currently sucking Elly's face? Drake didn't think she had a boyfriend. Though no one ever told him anything. He took a step closer, taking in the boy's appearance, trying to figure out how he might be. But he couldn't figure it out. He didn't even notice at that point that Elly wasn't exactly willing to what was going on. Would he get yelled at for interrupting? Stepping away from, Arthur, he moved over to the two and lightly placed a hand on Elly's 'friend's' shoulder. "Excuse me..? Is this a bad time? I was hoping we could steal Elly away for a bit," Drake started saying, a sincere smile on his face. It was only as he spoke those words that he'd decided that Elly should be taken on their journey through the school. Surely she'd enjoy hearing Arty's stories of Russia too.

Arthur had different ideas going through his head when he saw the boy pressed against Elly. Confusion, yes. Annoyance, for sure. But perhaps even jealousy. Who did this guy think he was? Arty stood very still as he watched, still left behind Drake a few meters back. But the moment his brother was done talking, Arty only had to take a few quick strides to be over beside them, having cracked his knuckles on the way. But, clenching his fingers, he threw his fist at Elly's brother's jaw with a soft growl. "Oh, I'm sorry... my hand slipped," Arthur snapped, but his fingers uncurled and grabbed at the boy's hair to yank it hard, not willing to let it go. When Arthur spoke, his voice was cold and the gaze he held on him was hard and sharp. "Or maybe my fists are just naturally attracted to perverted rapists. Who are you and why are you touching my Elly?"

[Elysia O'Broin]

Collin had only had enough time to pull away from his sister to glare at Drake before Arty's fist connected with his jaw, sending him stumbling as Elly slid to the floor without his support. There were tears streaming down her cheeks and she was having trouble breathing around the choked sob lodged in her throat, but her eyes remained fixed on Arty as he yanked her brother back by the hair. What had he said?

Meanwhile, the elder O'Broin was yanking at his captor's fingers like a wild animal, all instinct and rage as his blunt nails dug into the other's skin. "Let me go you sodding bogger," he hissed. "And she's MINE. She's been mine since she was a wee lass--"Somehow he'd managed to free himself from Arty's grip and spun to face him, face a mottled red. "--yer the one who's been touching her haven't you? Bet yer even the one who scared her pretty face too!"

Elly moaned from her spot on the floor, hiding the evidence in her hands when her brother threw a glance at her. During his tirade, she'd curled into a ball and was trying to be as small as humanly possible and wishing she could disappear through the wall and just hide for the rest of her life. But Elly could never hide from Collin, no matter where she went, so she just sat there helplessly and let her gaze skitter to Drake's feet.

She didn't want to look at either Arty or her brother, too afraid of whatever was in their eyes to even dare to hope for any kind of relief. It was wholly uncharacteristic of the vibrant girl the brothers had come to know, but that was only because they only ever saw a small part of her. There was no way anyone could ever scratch the surface of what she kept hidden behind her smiles.

"Go away Collin," she whimpered quietly. Her voice flowed, lyrical and smooth without the cockney to staunch it's flow. "No one is 'touching' me. No one wants to anyways. Just go home before Da wonders what is taking his little Protege so long. Ma must be out 'o her mind with worry too."

Her brother's lip curled at her prone form. "You do not give me orders Elly. And you certainly don't list me and our parents in the same sentence--you'll get it for that one," he growled.