AN: hey guys, i know i've been writing a LOT of angst lately, but i kinda like writing it. i'll definitely write some fluff soon though thank you so much @Coconut1103 for this crazy good idea(i hope it's as good as you imagined it)

TW: physical violence, blood, broken bones and throwing up

"Virgil, do you want a ride to the library," Logan asked as he looked up from his book. "It's just around the corner and I want you to feel safe." Virgil placed his science notebook and pencil case in his galaxy backpack. "Nah, I'll be fine Father. Like I said, it's just around the corner." Logan smiled and looked back down at his book. "You'll tell me when you get there right?" Virgil felt around in his pocket for his phone and felt it. "Yup, I'll only be there until about 7 and if it makes you feel better I'll get a ride home with Remy." Logan nodded and smiled. "I would appreciate that."

"Love you Father," Virgil called out as he opened the door and inhaled deeply. "I love you too Verge." It was a brisk autumn day. Wind blew through the trees and the branches bent with reckless abandon, sending crinkly, colorful leaves flying all around. Fall was Virgil's favorite time of year. Chilly, but not cold. Warm, but not hot. The sunset at the perfect time and everything was vibrant and alive. He kicked a pile of leaves with his foot as he walked down the front steps with a content sigh. He heard a bird chirp happily in the distance and soon, several other birds responded just as cheerfully. Virgil pulled out his phone and his cheap earbuds, plugging them into the socket as he walked down the sidewalk towards the park where the library was. Clicking on his music app he clicked on his favorite album. Of course he liked MCR and Panic, but at the moment, his favorite album was by The Beatles. Abbey Road. Something about it was so positive, even though most of the songs were kind of ridiculous. And it matched the calm feeling that he was experiencing. As Come Together started playing, a cold breeze blew across Virgil's face and bare arms, sending a chill up his spine. He loved fall.

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A couple blocks later, Virgil still wasn't at the library. I must've taken a wrong turn back there, he thought with a frown as he turned around and looked at the direction he had just come from. If I retrace my steps, I'll get back and then I can just ask Father for a ride. He nodded to himself and started walking back in the way he came. Making turns where he thought he needed to, and ending up at another park, one he had never been to. A chill ran up his spine, and this time it wasn't because of the beautiful weather. Something felt wrong, and it was as though someone had filled his brain with cotton but shot adrenaline directly into his veins. The sun was setting and it was pretty much dark and cold now. Virgil wrapped his arms around his torso and walked towards the small plastic structure so he could call his Father. He sat down on the freezing plastic slide and pulled his phone out of his pocket. "Hey Kid," a voice from behind one of the faraway trees called out into the darkness as a puff of smoke hovered in the air above him. "H-Hello," Virgil responded wearily as he dialed Logan's number and hovered his finger over the dial button. A tall, slender figure came out from behind the tree and started to walk towards the young teen, the burning end of his cigarette illuminating some of his facial structures. "D-Do you know how to get to (insert wherever the hecc you want them to live)," Virgil questioned as he stood up, more on edge now as an invisible rubber band tightened around his chest. "Nope, I just moved here." Virgil squinted his eyes, trying to catch  a better look at the man. "Oh..W-Well I really n-need to get going home now." Virgil quickly turned the other direction towards a nearby street light in the parking lot, his breath coming in uneven, shallow gasps. "Well, maybe you can help me with something kid." Under the streetlight Virgil could see the man following him, a thick trail of smoke blowing through his lips. "If it's about a puppy or candy, I'm not interested," Virgil snapped quickly as he stopped and waited for the man to get closer so he could see him. The man laughed and held his arms up in mock surrender. "Don't worry kid, my dog's at home and the candy I have isn't for little kids for you."

"I doubt I'm much smaller than you." The man laughed again and continued to step forward. Virgil stopped slouching and tried to raise himself up by standing on the balls of his feet. "I doubt that you're any taller than me kid." The man was finally enough in the light that Virgil could faintly make out a round face and a round nose. "So kid, ya got any money?"

"Stop calling me kid." The man was finally in the light as he took a long drag from his almost dead cigarette. He exhaled dramatically and blew the smoke in Virgil's face. Virgil coughed and waved the smoke out of his eyes. Once he could see clearly again, Virgil couldn't repress a small gasp. The man looked just like Patton. A little taller and with a menacing smile instead of a warm, loving one. "But you are a kid..Now answer my question." Virgil took a step back and the man grabbed his wrist with his phone in it. "No! No, I don't have money! Let me go," Virgil screamed in terror as the man pulled Virgil closer to him again as easily as if Virgil were a limp rag doll. The man's long, cold fingers dug into Virgil's skin as he pulled his wrist up and yanked the phone out of Virgil's smaller hands. "Aw," the man mocked as he lowered Virgil's wrist, his grip never faltering. "Were you gonna call your Daddy to come and save ya kiddo?"

"Let go of me!" Virgil tugged and the man squeezed harder, twisting his hand slightly causing a burning sensation in Virgil's wrist. "S-Stop!"

"Make me! You don't have any money, huh?" The man walked over to a nearby curb and wrapped his other hand around Virgil's neck. "Then you're gonna give me a little fun instead." Virgil gasped for air as the cold of the mans hands and the burning heat of the cigarette balanced between his fingers combined with the need for fresh oxygen. "Beg me to let you go kid. Come on, don't be shy." He twisted his grip on Virgil's hand even tighter and with more force this time. Virgil tried to scream, but he couldn't. His lungs were burning and his vision was spotted by black dots. "P-Please let me go," he whispered as he looked into the blue eyes that looked exactly like Patton's, but closed off and merciless instead of kind and caring. "Beg!"

"Please...I'm begging..b-begging you." Virgil felt himself being lowered to the ground and he trashed his legs around violently, hoping to strike the man and get away. The hand around his neck left, and suddenly a stinging pain shot through his cheek as a cold hand collided with it. "That's more like it," the man whispered as Virgil gasped for air and pressed his free hand to his cheek. "Now, what's your name?"

"I'm not telling you," Virgil spat as he sat up straight again and looked the man dead in the eye. He growled, and slapped Virgil across the face again. "You're too snarky for me. Not even that cute either. Don't have money and you're no fun." The man pulled Virgil to his feet and snarled in his face. "You stupid kid you wasted my time!" He hit Virgil once more and threw him to the ground with more force than Virgil ever thought someone that thin could manage. Virgil's hand flew out to catch himself, but it caught on the curb and bent at an unnatural angle, a loud pop, ringing out across the parking lot. Virgil screamed out in pain and allowed the rest of his body to hit the floor with a dull thud. "Oh my god my wrist," he screamed in agony as he rolled onto his side and opened his eyes. The man was laughing and walking away from the scene. Virgil could see the cigarette butt was close enough it could've made his hair go up in flames, and that the man had his backpack, the one he had just gotten last week for his birthday. A few feet away, his phone, shattered and broken. Virgil sobbed as he used his good hand to push himself back into a sitting position and  he scooted towards his phone. "Please work," he whispered as tears raced down his cheek and he picked up his phone shakily. It was still on and Virgil quickly pressed the dial button. It rang once. Twice. Three times before finally, "Virgil?"

"L-Logan, please," Virgil sobbed. "Please help. Please help me. Help me I'm scared. Help me I'm stuck and I'm scared," Virgil practically screamed as he buried his face into his knees. "Oh my god Virgil where are you?! What's wrong. Roman! I'll be right back! Virgil, Virgil baby where are you?"
"I don't-I don't k-know. I'm in a park and it's d-dark a-a-and he slapped me and took m-my backpack and I think I broke my wrist. Please help," Virgil sobbed, his voice cracking and going out. "Okay, don't turn off your phone okay? I'm gonna track it and I'm going to be there as soon as possible." A car door slammed and Virgil could hear Logan muttering something along the lines of I knew I should've given him a ride. "Is the man gone Virgil?"
"Y-Yes. I'm s-so sorry this is my fault. I'm sorry Logan." He's not calling me Father anymore, Logan thought as he sped out of their driveway and sent a ping out to Virgil's phone. He's probably traumatized. He hasn't been touched except for hugs since he was with his Father. Virgil's phone started to beep and Virgil cried even harder. "Don't worry Verge I'm only 7 minutes away, I'll be there soon. Stay on the phone with me okay?"

"O-Okay."

AN: once again, like with every other story i've posted recently, there will be a part two...i'm sorry if this is trash. bye guys!

-Talented_trash