it's so important to just F O R G E T [[p a s t]]

[ANTONIO MONTAGUE]

imma stand up like a

S O L D I E R

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"Fi'ellll~" the young raven haired child whined as he ran after the older boy. This boy was only six years old. His name was Antonio Montague. The boy he was chasing, Fidel Carriedo was a ten year old brunette who happened to be friends with Antonio's older brother Romeo. The young six year old boy was crying as he stumbled after the older boy who almost instantly turned and crouched in front of the terrified looking child. They were camping in a small forest near their houses, it seemed as though Antonio had had another one of his nightmares. Or, Fidel called them nightmares.

Antonio stopped and sniffled as he stood there wearing one of Romeo's tee-shirts and a pair of his own shorts. Fidel sighed softly and pulled the boy into a hug. "Hush baby, you know the monsters aren't real." he soothed the boy. Antonio sniffled as he clung onto the older boy before nuzzling his face against the brunett's neck. "Th-they said they were going to hurt baby Aly~" he whimpered, talking of course about his younger sister Alyssa. Fidel shook his head a little and stood up. "No one's going to hurt her, she's with your mama." he soothed the boy as he took his hand.

Carefully Fidel lead Toni back to his tent, deciding against waking Romeo by taking the boy back in there. As quitely as he could Fidel opened his sleeping bag and slipped in, pulling Antonio inside with him. Toni squeaked a little in surprise, though quickly relaxed, cuddling into the other male. His electric blue eyes seemed to dance with comfort and joy as he felt the arms wrapped around him, holding him close to Fidel. For a while the two lay there, lightly dozing, or at least Fidel was lightly dozing, Toni, it seemed, had fallen into a deep sleep. However, that sleep didn't last long and soon he began twisting and turning, clearly troubled.

Fidel sighed and unzipped the sleeping bag, placing gentle kisses to the boy's forehead. Toni kicked a little before opening his mouth in a clearly terrified scream. Instinctively Fidel leant and kissed the boy's lips in effort to silence him. It worked, but still Fidel continued to kiss him. He pinned Toni's hands above his head as he knelt over the small boy, assulting his lips and neck in a group of primative actions. They both moaned. Though soon things began to get out of hand. Fidel's actions became more mature and Toni began to kick and cry, his mind not yet understanding what was going on. The tears deterred Fidel and made him stop and stare at the almost naked boy who lay beneath him.

Instantly Fidel ran.

Fast-forward two years and Antonio and his family were leaving for America. About a week before they were due to leave, Antonio spent the night at Fidel's. Romeo wasn't there, his friendship with Fidel having fadded recently, so it was just Antonio and Fidel. Just like back in the tent, they shared a bed. This time, Toni initiated it. They'd been curled up at the head of Fidel's bed watching a movie when he began to touch the other. Toni was eight years old, Fidel was twelve. The touches were wrong and forbidden, but they succumbed to their want for one another, fearing this would be the only chance.

You see, over the four years of knowing one another, they'd gradually fallen in love. Yes, Toni had at one point been in love. But he doesn't remember any of this. It's all a blank to him. But anyway, that night they went all the way. It wasn't Romeo that took Toni's first time, it was Fidel. But because of the events that followed, he didn't remember it. After they'd made blissfully slow love, they lay together, naked beneath Fidel's sheets. They could've stayed happy like that forever. But Antonio had to tell him. "Fidel... we can't be together..." the boy mumbled as he turned his head, his blue eyes looking innocently to Fidel's darker ones.

The dark brown became black as Fidel threw Antonio onto the floor and stood, tearing his sheets as he did. Fearfully Antonio stared up at Fidel, scared of what was going through the other's mind. Moving quickly Fidel grabbed Antonio's arm and threw him onto the bed. Then, using the strips of the sheets he tied Toni's hands together, then to the bed. Then he tied the boy's feet to the bed before blindfolding and gagging him with smaller stripes of the sheets. Dark eyes glinted with malice as he stared at the exposed body of the child. "Yes we can Toni, I took you. You're mine forever." he growled before turning and quickly leaving the room.

Terrified, Toni struggled in his bonds, tears beginning to fall as he lay there, trapped. He didn't know what was going on. He didn't know why Fidel was so angry, but it was scary. Toni only stilled when Fidel returned. He whimpered as he felt the other straddle him, his head tossing in confusion. Seconds later a sharp, cold, metal blade was pressed against his chin. He flinched. First Fidel dragged the blde up in a gentle fashion and cut off the blindfold, obviously having changed his mind. He smirked at the trembling child before placing the blade back at his chin and dragging it straight down the front of Toni's body, the boys blood was quick to surface.

"F-fidel, stop it!" Toni tried to cry through the gag. Fidel's response was to smack him over the head with the blunt end of the knife, hard. "Shut up!" he hissed before cutting a line along Antonio's torso, making a red cross on his body. Tears streamed from Toni's eyes as he struggled beneath the other. He tried to twist his body a little, to knock Fidel off him. But all that succeeded in was him getting a deep gash along his arm. He screamed.

"Toni! Shut it! You're mine Toni! No one else's, ever!" he growled to the boy before beginning to carve his name into Toni's chest - these scars still remain on Toni's body though they're faded and blotted out with other marks. Toni continued to scream and struggle beneath the other. The struggling only stopped when he felt Fidel push into him. His eyes widened, his body tense. Because he hadn't been expecting it, it hurt. The preparation from before had dried out, leaving him as though they'd never had sex at all. He could feel the blood that covered his body.

His tears stopped as he stared up at Fidel, unbelievably still able to see the love in Fidel's eyes. Fidel began to thrust as he carved words and images deep into Toni's body, into his torso and thighs. Neither of them were sure when, but someone had some how found out what was happening. Fidel's attack lasted only two hours before the police and ambulence arrived. The next few seconds passed as a blurr. No one knew what happened eactly, but the next thing they knew, Fidel was lying dead on Toni. Toni who was still tied to the bed, frozen as he stared at the body atop him. The dead body. After a moment of staring something in his mind clicked.

He passed out.

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