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Part Three
Author: kevswitchau
Pairing: Peter Parker/Casey Connor
Genre: AU: Faculty/Spiderman crossover
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex, drugs, language, angst, violence.
Disclaimer: I
don’t own the rights to these characters, I’m just playing with them.
Note:
Thanks again to the Kinky
Hobbit...man, your brain goes where few dare to follow!
And I don’t want the world to see me
‘Cause I don’t think that they’d understand
Iris (The Googoo
Dolls)
It grew darker, and Casey waited.
He hated being around the school after hours. It gave him the creeps.
But Peter would be here. He
promised to come, and he hadn’t let Casey down yet.
Peter may have missed the bus. The Public Transport system in this town
sucked. More than once he had mentioned that he wished he had a car. Casey
agreed. He couldn’t think of anything better than driving around...going
nowhere...just sitting together in a car.
Sharing a moment.
Casey found himself relaxing back against the brick wall, a small smile
on his face. Since he’d met Peter, life had been better. It had been good. He
was amazed that there was someone out there who seemed to share his brain.
Someone who laughed at the same stupid things.
He knew that Peter was hiding something though. Saw it in his eyes,
heard it behind the laughter. But that was okay, it meant that Peter was his
own person. It gave him an edge, a darkness that Casey found...compelling. Peter the Geek had turned
out to be a cool guy. Go figure.
He didn’t want to think about it too hard. He didn’t want to analyse
it. If you pull something good apart, the pieces usually blow away. Casey didn’t want that. He was just happy that
it was what it was.
He smelled them before he saw them, smelled the cloying sweet smoke,
and his stomach sank. They were silent. Like a pack on the prowl. Shit.
What the fuck were they doing out here at this time? Casey had arranged
to meet Peter here because he was sure Gabe had a game to go to. Apparently
he’d been wrong. Casey sank onto his haunches and pushed himself hard up
against the wall, hoping to blend into the shadow, holding his breath so the
sound wouldn’t carry.
Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck...
It only took a moment. One flicker of a second, and Gabe spotted him,
swinging towards where he was crouched and fixing him with dilated pupils.
“Well,” was all he said, smiling wolfishly around the smouldering end
of his joint.
Casey felt himself go white. He was about to die, he knew it. Suddenly
he knew beyond a doubt that this time,
Gabe was going to kill him, and there was not a damn thing he could do about
it.
“Leave me alone Gabe,” he whimpered. Damn, he was hoping to sound bold.
Was hoping to bluff his way out. Obviously, that
was not an option.
“You boys wanna hold the geek for me?” No preliminaries, no small talk.
Just down to business.
Gabe never took his eyes off Casey. Not once. Casey felt like a deer
caught in the headlights of a truck that was about to plough right over it. No
slowing. No stopping.
“No.” It was a whisper. A wheeze. Gabe chuckled.
Casey didn’t know who the other two were. He’d never seen them before.
But as they stepped forward and grasped his arms, he knew what was coming. At
least that was familiar.
Gabe took one last drag of the joint and flicked it at Casey’s face.
The smouldering piece struck him just below the left eye, and he felt it burn
briefly before it fell to his feet. Casey could feel his body shaking.
Gabe stepped closer and pushed his leering face close to Casey’s. Casey
could smell pot and booze and cigarettes and sweat...the combination made him
want to retch. He pushed his head back as far as it would go, but the wall
stopped him moving away from the smell and the dead eyes that bored into his.
Gabe hit Casey directly in the solar plexus. The punch was unexpected,
fast and hard, driving the air from Casey’s lungs, winding him so badly that he
struggled to take a breath and failed. He collapsed onto his knees immediately.
The pain was amazing. He gasped, his chest hitching, trying desperately to pull
air into his shocked lungs.
“Hold him up.”
Casey felt himself hauled to his feet.
“Please...” He managed, finally drawing enough oxygen to allow him to
plead. For all the good that did him.
Gabe hit him again, brutally hard. Drew back and did it again.
Somewhere, Casey heard something crack. He wasn’t sure he felt it. But then, he must have. He tried to scream,
but all his lungs would release was a low whistle. His legs tried to collapse
from under him, but he was held up. Held at eye level with Gabe. Held so he
could see the cold hatred in his eyes as he stood back, fished a cigarette out
of his pocket and lit it.
Casey stood with his head bowed, hanging in the grasp of his captors.
Every breath was fire. Every breath was razorblades. He knew he should be
trying to get away, but there was absolutely no use struggling against the
hands that held him. He could feel his arms bruising where their vice like grip
squeezed his flesh.
Gabe stepped forward, grasped a handful of Casey’s hair, pulled his
head up and punched him in the mouth.
“Open your eyes.”
Casey wouldn’t. Or couldn’t. He didn’t know which.
“Open your fucking eyes and look at me, you little prick!” Gabe
demanded, his knuckles connecting with the side of Casey’s head.
Casey opened his eyes. He tasted blood. He wanted to vomit, but if he
did that, god knows what Gabe would do to him. Dead
An insane giggle bubbled up from somewhere inside Casey. It burst from
his mouth in a crimson splatter. Gabe’s eyes widened in disbelief.
“You laughing at me, cunt?”
Casey hitched another breath, but he couldn’t stop. What the fuck’s wrong with me? Tears ran
down his cheeks. Tears of fear. Tears of agony. But he still couldn’t stop the
laughter that tumbled from his lips.
“That’s right...you laugh...fuckin’ comedian...you laugh it right up.”
Gabe stepped forward, gripped Casey’s face in one hand and pushed the
burning cigarette against Casey’s cheek. Suddenly Casey wasn’t laughing any more.
His scream was back with a vengeance, as he felt his flesh sear...smelled
himself burn. He screamed, feeling his lungs protest, but like the laughter the
screaming wouldn’t stop. Even though he knew Gabe would be well and truly
getting off on it, the scream would not stop.
Suddenly he was on the ground, curled into a ball. He could still hear
screaming, but he realised eventually that it wasn’t coming from him. Wow, there’s a change. He took a
moment...several moments really. It hurt to move. It hurt to breathe. Jesus
Christ, it hurt to think. But he had to find out what had happened. He had to
see.
Casey raised his head and looked into the eyes of one of the guys who
had been holding him. He was sitting against the wall, his elbow bent at a very
strange angle. Didn’t know elbows bent
backwards, Casey mused, his pain-fogged mind not quite grasping what was
happening.
The screaming had stopped, and Casey guessed that the guy sitting in
front of him had been the one. His mouth was opened, but no sound came out. He
was drooling blood.
Casey pulled himself upright and shuffled along on his ass so that he
was sitting against a tree.
“Peter...?” he murmured, as he
saw the familiar silhouette.
Peter didn’t turn around, but as Casey watched, Peter grasped Gabe by
the lapels of his jacket and hauled him around, smashing him against the wall.
Damn, he’s strong...what the...
“What the fuck...hey man...what the fuck...”
Gabe’s hands were scrabbling at Peter’s. Peter changed his grip, so one hand
was around Gabe’s throat, holding him pinned against the bricks.
“You like picking on smaller kids, huh Gabe.”
Casey almost didn’t recognise Peter’s voice. It was no longer that
quiet, controlled timbre, his voice shook and cracked. It was the voice of
fury. Gabe was staring at him, eyes wide.
Peter leaned forward so that his lips were inches from Gabe’s ear. He
whispered something that Casey couldn’t hear. Gabe’s struggles increased.
“Get off me! Get the fuck off me...”
Peter drew back his fist and ploughed it into Gabe’s mid-section. He
leaned forward, his lips peeling back from his teeth, anger distorting his
features. For the first time, the darkness inside Peter had showed itself. It
was scaring Casey, but he couldn’t look away.
Peter hit Gabe over and over. Gabe stopped being able to cry out after
about the fourth blow. He was just hanging there, gurgling, as Peter’s fists
began to break his ribs. Casey hear the first one crack under the onslaught and
winced, knowing the sound...knowing what it felt like...but Peter hit Gabe
again and again, each punch cracking bone, until Gabe started to cough blood
into Peter’s face.
Jesus Christ...he’s gonna kill
him!
Casey struggled to his feet and limped over towards Peter.
“Peter? Pete, man...PETER...”
Gabe dropped from Peter’s grasp, and lay shuddering on the ground. His
breath was screaming out of his bloody lungs. His eyes were squeezed closed. He
was crying.
Casey approached Peter slowly, and laid a shaking hand on his shoulder.
“Peter?”
Peter spun around, his fists ready, eyes glazed. His face was covered
with Gabe’s blood.
Casey jumped back. “Peter,
man...hey...it’s me...”
Peter’s eyes cleared. “Casey?”
Casey nodded slowly, stepping forward again, laying a trembling hand
against Peter’s chest.
“It’s me, Pete...what the fuck...”
“I’m sorry I was late...the bus went early and...”
“Hey, screw the bus, man...are you...what did you...?”
Casey looked hard at his friend. Peter’s confusion was evident. Casey
thought he may even be going into shock.
“You almost killed him, man...”
Casey saw Peter turn and look at the two guys on the ground. Casey
didn’t know what had happened to the other one who had been holding him. He wasn’t
sure he wanted to know. Suddenly, Peter’s face registered shock and despair. He
turned towards Casey, his eyed brimming with tears, holding his bloodied hands
away from him, looking at them in horror.
“What did I...oh Christ...did I?”
Casey moved in and lay both hands gently on Peter’s upper arms. Peter
twisted away from him.
“Don’t...no...don’t touch me…”
“Hey man, it’s okay.”
Peter was still staring at his hands.
At Gabe laying bleeding and gasping at his feet. He looked up at Casey, shaking his head, his
eyes wide and panicked.
“No...no it’s not okay...it’s not okay…”
Casey reached for him again. “Peter...calm down man. Let’s just...”
“NO!” Peter pulled away from Casey and ran.
“PETER! COME BACK!” Casey screamed, but it was
too late. He was gone. He was fast too.
Casey stood in the darkness, staring after his friend, holding his
injured ribs and shivering.
He had no idea what had just happened. He didn’t understand. Wasn’t
sure he wanted to. But as he bent down to pick up his knapsack, and began to
painfully limp towards home, he couldn’t stop seeing the look in Peter’s eyes
as he threw Gabe against the wall like a rag doll.
What the FUCK had just happened?? Since when did Peter the Geek become Superman?
Casey uttered a shaky laugh, wincing as his ribs protested against the sudden
movement.
He walked past Gabe’s still form without looking back. Some part of him
hoped that Gabe was dead. The rest of him hoped that Gabe lived long enough to
get a real good taste of that pain...choke
on it, shit head he sneered.
Casey knew what he was going to do. He was going to walk home, he was
going to take a shower and he was going to ring Peter. And if Peter wasn’t there, he was going to go
and look for him.
For once, Casey felt like he
wasn’t the one who needed rescuing. It felt good. Peter needed him, and he was
gonna be there. Whether Peter wanted it or not, he was gonna be there.
Kevswitchau 2002
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