bootson: (MCR- Mikey B&W)
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Title: Waiting for the Burn Out
Series: This is What’s Left
Fandom: Bandom
Pairing: Pre- Brendon/Mikey
[ profile] hc_bingo prompt: Electrocution
Summary: Mikey woke up shaking, hot, and screaming.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Electrocution, kidnapping, physical abuse
Word Count: 1077
Disclaimer: Don't know. Don't own. I deal in lies.
AN: Part 1 of the This is What’s Left ‘verse, shared with [ profile] dr_jasley. The whole ‘verse (which has the potential to occupy us for about forever because we didn’t have enough to write already. >.> ) is going to be housed at a comm we haven’t made yet, but I might continue to post it here just because. IDK, that doesn’t actually matter. What matters is that I’m super excited about this ‘verse so look for a lot more of it!

Mikey woke up shaking, hot, and screaming. Quickly, quick as possible, he got himself under control. He bit down hard enough to taste blood, but it muted his voice. As suddenly as it had started, it stopped. Mikey hadn’t noticed the way his muscles had locked down until everything suddenly released. His head was still fuzzy, teeth rattling as fine tremors raced through him with the aftershocks. His throat felt burnt.

Not for the first time since everything had started – or stopped, depending on Mikey’s mood – Mikey silently begged for death. Or for Gerard to show up and fix everything. Or for Pete to show up so Mikey could punch him in his fucking face.

A buzzing sound started up, simple white noise at first. The non-threatening buzz grew louder, more sinister, until every hair on Mikey’s body stood up with the electrical charges filling the room. Willing himself to black out never worked, but Mikey tried. He tried to think of nothing, hoping he could control the way his body preemptively twitched with anxiety.

Adrenaline was racing, but Mikey ignored his need to flee, run until he couldn’t anymore, then fight his way around or through the Udonians. His limbs were too heavy to do more than wish it so he just… stopped.

Taking tiny, sharp, hissing breaths through his teeth, Mikey focused instead on before all this. He focused on the way Gerard had looked, all rumpled and bleary-eyed when he got up to make coffee and wish Mikey luck on his call back interview. Mikey spared a thought for Pete and how he’d begged Mikey to apply for the open position in Pete’s department. Mikey thought about the bullshit personality test he’d taken that Pete had fucking failed to warn him about.

Pete was probably back planet-side now. Mikey wondered if he had any idea what had happened, wondered if Gerard had tried to track Pete down when Pete was still off-world.

It had been weeks – probably, maybe – by now. Someone had to have noticed Mikey was missing. The Udonians were good, were fucking brilliant and all tight and shit with the government, apparently. But someone knew; someone had to have –

The static in the room coalesced and Mikey whined. The first wave hit softly, a fine current of positive charges… or negative… was there a difference? Which one made more sense? Frank would know; Frank wasn’t here…

A yell tore out of Mikey’s throat when the charge jumped, a higher shock starting at the metal headband around Mikey’s skull and rolling through his body in random twitching waves.

Or maybe the waves and twitches were controlled. Someone was running the controls, modifying the electricity for whatever reason. Mikey had seen them often enough, seen their suits and coats and traditional Udonian high-collared apparel. He fucking knew they were scientists… so maybe they were controlling the twitches. Maybe they had different shock patterns to cause different reactions.

Maybe Mikey just didn’t give a fuck anymore.

He whimpered when he felt like it, bit his lip to draw blood when he wanted, yelled curses and shook, always shaking.

Then it stopped and Mikey realized he wasn’t breathing. And, fuck, he hurt – more so than usual. His eyes teared, coughs forced out of his burning lungs. He kept shivering.

Mikey held his breath and closed his eyes, clenched his fists and thought of Gerard and home and tried to hang on just a little longer. Gerard was coming. He’d have a plan by now. He would; Gerard always did.

The air crackled again, shifted through the room, and Mikey laughed.

“Fucking bring it.”

“Probably should save your voice,” someone said from the doorway.

So it hadn’t been electricity cracking, not more experiments starting. Mikey should know learned the difference between electric crackles and the mechanisms of the door by now. Whatever. Everything here was all the fucking same.

The owner of the voice came closer when Mikey didn’t try to see him. The sound of movement was more of a shuffle than actual footsteps. That, coupled with the lack of accent and broken English meant this person was… from home. Mikey tried not to get his hopes up. The person – a man, a young man – stopped when he shifted into Mikey’s line of sight.

“You’re bleeding,” he pointed out, reaching out a thumb to wipe at the red smudges on Mikey’s bottom lip.

“Not the worst thing about today,” Mikey muttered.

The other man shrugged. “I hear that it gets better.”

If he hadn’t been so exhausted, Mikey would have quirked an eyebrow. “Hear? You’re not a lab rat, too, then?” He probably shouldn’t start a conversation, but Mikey was so fucking tired of just hearing his own voice, the Udonian nonsense language, and the crackles of electricity.

“No,” the man mumbled. He brought a hand up to ruffle his own hair, making it stick up more. He was fidgeting with the buckles of the restraints around Mikey’s wrists. “I’m domesticated.”

The restraints came loose and Mikey fell, limp, back against the slab he’d been given as a bed. He blinked up at wide brown eyes and felt the sneer take over his face. “They’re made you a fucking pet What the fuck.” That’s something Mikey didn’t have a word for; Gerard would have.

The man’s chin tilted up and he met Mikey’s eyes with this oddly vacant stare, like he saw what was happening but didn’t have any sort of cognitive functioning going on.

“No. I’m Brendon. I live here. Sometimes.” He reached up again, wiping more blood from Mikey’s mouth before Mikey sucked his lip in. Brendon removed the metal straps from around Mikey’s temples then stepped back. “We’ll need something for your burns. Then it’s lunch.”

“What?” Mikey blinked, sitting up slowly. “I don’t…”

Brendon reached for his hand and eased him down. When Mikey was staying upright on his own, Brendon still didn’t let go. He was gripping Mikey’s hand a little desperately, but Mikey couldn’t bring himself to shake Brendon off. “It’s easier to just go with it. Who are you?”

“Um… Mikey?” His body was still shaking or maybe it just felt that way. It was the only reason Mikey had for meeting Brendon’s clutching halfway and clinging like it was a lifeline.

Brendon just grinned, subdued but seemingly real and patted Mikey’s frizzy hair down.

Gerard's Version of this part: A Shadow of Hope (by [ profile] dr_jasley)
Next Part: Reach Out, Scream Out

Date: 2011-07-30 05:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
DUDEEEE!!!!!*bounces.....bounces bounces*



*clings to you*

Mikey and his want/need to punch Pete in the face for being the, albeit, mildly related reason why Mikey's a science experiment now.

AND BRENDON....the vacent stare when Mikey calls him a!!!!!!!

Date: 2011-08-01 02:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
It EXISTS!!!!!!!!! I can't wait to have the time to write more of this! It will be so epically awesome!!!!

Brendon makes my heart hurt, I'm not even kidding.

I am SO glad that you like this since you are SUCH a huge part of this verse! It wouldn't even exist without your awesomeness. xD

Date: 2011-08-01 02:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

Understandable. Same here. JUST SO MUCH HURT.


Date: 2011-07-31 12:44 pm (UTC)
ext_1650: (mikey exterminate)
From: [identity profile]
Man I love this.

I love how he never gives in, even when he does want death. And Brendon, wiping away the blood.

This sounds like the start of something excellent.

Date: 2011-08-01 02:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Yay! Thank you! I'm glad you like it. :)

It's the little things that are always my favorite parts to add in.

Date: 2011-08-18 09:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
You started this while I was gone and I missed it! I'm here now. :D Damn, I love a good angsty torture story. And I get to read more, woohoo!

Date: 2011-08-19 02:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Yay! I'm glad you found it now! And trust me, the angst is going to get so much worse. There's a lot more to this arc left to be written still.


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