In The Lion's Den

In The Lion's Den

Status: Finished

Genre: Gay and Lesbian

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Status: Finished

Genre: Gay and Lesbian

Summary

Daneal is small for his age, and his somewhat girlish features coupled with his oddly colored eyes make him the perfect target for his bigoted and quick tempered class mates. The first time Micheal lays eyes on Daneal, the young man is nearly beaten to death. After Micheal helps him, he started to try and take care of Daneal, tries to keep him safe from the bullying and from himself. But Daneal tries to constantly push the man away, insisting Micheal should have just let him die that night in the rain, insists that he doesn't need him to keep him safe. But Micheal can't make himself let go, he begins to feel a strong attraction to Daneal, believing he may be falling in love with him. He tries to gain Daneal's trust and figure out what the secret is that always lays beneath Dani's beautiful blue and gold eyes. But to heal Dani's broken soul Micheal will have to learn that what meets the eye is not always what lies beneath when you've lived your life in the lions den.

Summary

Daneal is small for his age, and his somewhat girlish features coupled with his oddly colored eyes make him the perfect target for his bigoted and quick tempered class mates.

The first time Micheal lays eyes on Daneal, the young man is nearly beaten to death. After Micheal helps him, he started to try and take care of Daneal, tries to keep him safe from the bullying and from himself.

But Daneal tries to constantly push the man away, insisting Micheal should have just let him die that night in the rain, insists that he doesn't need him to keep him safe. But Micheal can't make himself let go, he begins to feel a strong attraction to Daneal, believing he may be falling in love with him. He tries to gain Daneal's trust and figure out what the secret is that always lays beneath Dani's beautiful blue and gold eyes.

But to heal Dani's broken soul Micheal will have to learn that what meets the eye is not always what lies beneath when you've lived your life in the lions den.

Chapter1 (v.1) - Inevitable

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: December 26, 2013

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: December 26, 2013

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I n e v I t a b l e

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It's times like these

I wish I were a tin man

You could hurt me all you wanted

And I'd never even know

I'd give anything just to be the tin man

And I wouldn't have a heart and I wouldn't need a soul

T H E T I N M A N ~ K E N N Y C H E S N E Y

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The rain beat against his face like tiny bullets, blanketing the faces of the men in front of him, hiding their hateful eyes from his view. Yet he could still feel their gazes as if he were looking them right in the eyes.

The punch landed hard, he could feel the sharp sting as his lip tore open, and the warm blood began to drain down mingling with the rain, creating the clear yet dark liquid. The ache that spread through his jaw brought tears of pain to his eyes, but they did not fall.

“You're a fucking freak.” The hateful voice snapped, but he remained silent. “A worthless disgusting faggot.”

The next blow landed firmly in his stomach, dropping him to his knees. The air knocked from his lungs, it was all he could do not to start dry-heaving on the spot.

“Your going to hell.” The voice hissed out at him, reminding him of a snake. “Where you deserve to rot.”

How could someone treat another human-being like this? Daneal wondered to himself. To just assume something about someone and beat them for it? Even it were more than a hunch, what brought people to this point? Where they could beat a complete stranger nearly to death. For no reason better then...just because?

Daneal closed his eyes tightly, trying suppress the sudden wave of sickness that swept over him, from the thought of how deprived people could be or because of the pain coursing through his body, he couldn't tell.

He let his head hang down, let the rain wash the blood away as he waited for the next blow. Knowing that each time it would get worse and worse. They would beat him till he was nearly dead and then leave him for dead, but maybe...just maybe there was a chance they would just kill him. End his miserable excuse of a life.

They had said he would go to hell, that he deserved to rot there. They didn't know that living was his own personal hell, living each day for nothing more than to be tortured and ridiculed by people who didn't know him and would never know him. He was just the easy prey for a group of predators.

He heard the slapping footfalls as they moved to his sides, a low grunt escaped his throat when their fingers dug viciously into his upper arm. The pain jolted through his right shoulder as they reefed him to his feet.

Daneal didn't lift his head when they lifted him to his feet, he didn't need to look at them as they beat him to death. Staring at the black pavement littered with orange glares from the dying lamp that hung on the wall a little ways off. He didn't need to see the gleam of the light on their skin through the curtain of rain, or see the blows as they came.

“Look at me, freak.” Daneal ignored the order, keeping his eyes on the ground.

'Why? Why do you want to see my face?' Burned on the tip of his tongue, why did they want to see his face? Did they just want an easier target? No. Daneal thought. They wanted to see his eyes; wanted to see what made the freak a freak.

The blood spilled from his mouth when a fist landed firmly in his gut. His knees buckled as his body tried to crash to the ground once again, but their grips tightened on him digging their fingers painfully into his arms.

His stomach lurched as the rich iron again made him want to wretch. He tired to breathe in, ease the sickness but it seemed like all the oxygen had been sucked from the atmosphere, as if the air was made of smoke. The coughs racked through his body too suddenly to be able to stop it from taking over his body. He was barley aware of another blow landing in his stomach as his body turned on him.

As soon as the coughs eased, someone's fingers twisted into his hair, roughly jerking his head back, forcing his multi-colored eyes to look at the guy who stood before him. His bright gold and blue eyes gleamed with the tears of pain, but a calm had settled in them as well as in his body. His acceptance that maybe, just maybe he would escaped the the hell that was his life.

'Please God, just let it end, I don't care what you do with me after its over, but please just let it end.'

As the punch landed on his jaw, the hands that held him up slipped away allowing him to crash against the cold wet ground. Before he could fully grasp the sudden painful drop to the ground, something struck him sharply, leaving a split across his cheek bone. The searing pain barely had time to ease as something struck him again, this time in the stomach. Soon more than one blow hit at a time, hitting until breathing in itself was a painful act.

Daneal's eyes closed, holding them shut as his body began to numb, the pain becoming almost distant. Were they still kicking him? He didn't know and didn't care. The only things that ran through his mind were all the times he had begged, pleaded and prayed for God to fix him, save him, and eventually - to kill him. All had been ignored, until now.


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