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porter_inc) wrote2006-09-30 09:08 pm
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Seattle - Will meets with Kevin
ooc: Violence warning. This is a stand alone post, so if you're inclined to comment, please OOC only. Thanks :-D
Will looked at the door to the loft he shared with Kevin, took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment. You can do this. Just pretend that everything is fine. You can do this. When he opened his eyes again, he didn't feel any better and would have given anything to turn right around and head back to the hotel where Orlando was waiting for him. But he couldn't. He needed to do this.
The plan was simple. Kevin would be waiting for him, Will would spend a couple of hours with him before Kevin had to go to work. Once Kevin was gone, Will would call his friends and they would come help him pack up his things and go. Will had written a letter he planned to leave behind, and if Kevin called him to talk about it, he'd be amenable to that. As much as Will didn't want to say goodbye face to face, he did want to say goodbye somehow. Despite what had happened between them, Will still felt he owed Kevin some kind of closure.
Before Will slid his key into the lock, he hesitated. He felt strange about this, as if he should call his friends now and just confront Kevin outright instead of sneaking out like some frightened child running away from home. But Will was frightened. Kevin's behavior had steadily become more abusive and controlling, and while he would delight in the chance to call Kevin on everything, he knew the truth about his soon to be former lover. Kevin could get violent. It was for this reason that Will wanted to keep his friends and his new lover out of harm's way. Even if Kevin spent a little time yelling at him for going away on vacation without him, it would be worth keeping everyone else safe.
Finally, Will unlocked the door and walked inside. He smiled brightly when Wendell ran up to him barking and yipping excitedly at seeing his dad finally walk in the door. Will stooped down to pick up the happy little dog and hugged him tightly. When Kevin had threatened the dog if Will didn't come home soon, Will had been terrified to get back and find Wendell hurt or worse. But he was all right.
"Hey, baby," Will giggled as Wendell licked his face. "Where's Papa, huh?"
"Well, look who the cat dragged in," Kevin said, walking out of the bathroom with a smile on his face. He walked over to Will, took Wendell from Will's hands and set him on the floor. "I missed you, baby," he whispered before hugging him tightly and giving Will a hard, deep kiss that left the other man breathless.
"I missed you, too," Will smiled, returning the hug as if he'd been dying to be back in Kevin's arms. The entire time, he was thinking about Orlando, desperate for the moment he could be free of Kevin and go to him.
"You want to tell me about your trip?" Kevin asked, kissing Will again and taking his hand. He stopped and frowned. "Where's your luggage?"
Shit. Will couldn't believe he'd been so stupid. When he and Orlando had checked into the hotel, Will had left his bag there.
"The stupid airline lost it," Will said, frowning. "Can you believe it?"
"Why did you check it?" Kevin asked with a smile. "It was a carry on."
"Yeah, but I got to the airport late and when I got to the plane, they didn't have room in the overhead compartments. They took it from me and checked it." That sounded plausible, he hoped. He also hoped Kevin couldn't hear how loud his heart was thumping in his chest.
"That's happened to me," Kevin smirked. "I think they lost my bag, too."
Will laughed, relieved. "Figures, huh?"
"Yup." Kevin led Will toward the area of the loft they'd made their bedroom, but stopped just short of going in. "Wait, let's do this right since it's a surprise," he smiled, moving to stand behind Will and putting his hands over Will's eyes.
Swallowing nervously, Will forced himself to smile. Whatever Kevin had planned, Will would go along with it so as not to raise any suspicions. Still, he couldn't help feeling as if he was betraying Orli in some way by being here with a man he no longer loved.
Kevin urged Will forward, kissing his neck as he did and murmuring soft, loving words to him. When Will felt the bed against his legs, he laughed softly and wriggled back playfully against Kevin.
"Do I get to see my surprise?" he asked. He just wanted this to be over.
"Surprise," Kevin said softly, removing his hands.
At first, Will wasn't sure what he was looking at. There were photos spread out over the bed, but they weren't any of him and Kevin that he recognized. It wasn't until he realized they were of Orlando entering the lobby of the hotel where Will had been staying in New York that he knew exactly what Kevin was showing him.
"Kevin," he said, turning around, "I can--"
The blow from Kevin's open hand to the side of his head sent Will reeling, and he hit the floor with a painful thud. Before he could shake it off, there was a hard kick to his leg and he was being hauled back up to his feet.
"I had you followed, Will," Kevin said, his voice entirely too calm. "I told you I didn't trust you and you kept on lying to me. Why'd you do that?"
Will's leg and head were throbbing, and he couldn't think of what to say. The grip Kevin had on his upper arms was so tight, Will knew there would bruises. A hard slap to the face made him grunt in pain, but still he couldn't say anything.
"Come on, Will," Kevin said, shaking Will hard enough to make his head snap. "You always have an answer for everything." He laughed when Will struggled to break loose from the grip he had on him.
"Let me go, Kevin," Will said, sniffing when he felt blood begin to drip from his nose. The taste of it set off a panic inside him and he stared at Kevin, pleading with him to listen. "Let me walk out the door and you never have to see me again."
"So you can run off to your new friend?" Kevin asked, turning Will around and yanking his arm up behind his back. "No, I don't think so."
Will clenched his teeth, refusing to cry out in pain even though it felt as if his shoulder was going to be ripped out of its socket. Kevin grabbed the back of his neck and dug his fingers into Will's skin, making his eyes water. Still, Will refused to make a sound.
"Look at those shots," Kevin said, forcing Will's head down in order to make him look at the surveillance photos. "You took him home to meet Mommy, you went for a run with him. I think the kissing is really sweet. Did you fuck him, Will? Or did he fuck you? He looks like the type to like it up the ass, though, so I bet you got to pretend to be the man. Was it good? I'd love to find out for myself, you know. He's pretty. And I bet he won't even put up a fight once I get him down."
Will's fear flared at the threat, and he struggled against Kevin even though his arm protested the movement and he had no leverage of any kind.
"You leave him the fuck alone, you piece of shit! Let me go!"
Kevin laughed and loosened his grip on Will, making him fall onto the bed. "My god, you're growing a pair, Billy Boy. Look at you standing up for you and your man."
"Fuck you," Will said, a little breathless as he rolled onto his back. His arm felt numb.
"Did you learn it from that little fag? I'm imressed if you did." Kevin looked extremely pleased with himself and actually stood back from the bed, arms crossed in front of his chest. "Go on, please tell me the details of how wonderful he is. I bet it'll sound a lot like how you felt about me a week after we met."
Will narrowed his eyes and wiped at his nose. "Why can't you just let me go, Kevin?"
"Guess what happened to me on Sunday?"
The change of topic caught Will off guard, and he swallowed, confused as he looked at Kevin. "What?"
"I was suspended for stealing narcotics and beating the shit out of an arrestee. They took my badge and my gun and sent me home. I'm probably facing criminal charges."
The way Kevin was telling Will what happened made it sound as if he was simply relaying a normal day's events.
Will sat up slowly. "Why'd you do it?" he asked, inching his way toward the edge of the bed.
"Move one more inch and I'll knock your teeth out," Kevin growled, making Will freeze. "I did it because of you, Will," he continued in the next breath. "You've been making it so hard for me to concentrate at work, I needed a little something to help me focus. And I beat up the guy because he pissed me off and I fucking felt like making somebody hurt. When my friend in New York sent me those pictures of you, last night, I realized that I'd beaten up the wrong person."
Heart racing, Will tried to stop shaking. "I love you, Kevin," he lied. "Please don't hurt me."
"Fuck, Will," Kevin rolled his eyes. "You really think I'm an idiot, don't you? Stop lying to me and tell me what else you and pencil dick got up to. Did you guys suck each other's dicks and then laugh at what a fucking idiot I am? Or did the little cunt cry to you about how hard it is to be a faggot married to a girl?"
"Stop talking about him that way!" Will shouted, making a sudden move to get up.
Kevin grabbed the front of Will's shirt, drew his arm back and punched Will in the face.
"I told you to stay still!" he screamed, then hit Will again, hard enough to make him fall onto the bed and tumble off the edge onto the floor.
Pain flared in Will's head, making him feel sick, but he tugged at the bedspread, trying to get to his feet. He didn't see Kevin come around the bed, so the unexpected kick to his side sent him crumpling back to the floor.
"Are you going to cry if I make fun of your boyfriend?" Kevin asked, pulling Will to his feet again and forcing him back onto the bed.
Will grunted when he was shoved facedown onto the mattress. An arm was trapped under his body, but he managed to start moving it. His phone was in his front pants pocket. If he could reach it, he could call for help.
"No, I'm not gonna cry," he said, his voice muffled. "I'm gonna kick your fucking ass."
"God, you're so cute," Kevin laughed and climbed on top of Will. "You know I'm just playing with you, right?"
Will didn't know what the hell Kevin was talking about. The man was probably high, for all he knew.
"Playing?" Will asked, trying to stall as he dug into his pocket and slowly got the phone free.
"Yeah," Kevin said, leaning down to kiss Will's ear. "I've got no beef with him. It's you I want to fuck up." He nuzzled the back of Will's neck, making Will shudder. "Or maybe I just want to fuck you."
Will's heart was pounding painfully in his chest, but he got the phone out and opened it. Praying that he was feeling the buttons right, he hit what he hoped was either Orli or Logan's speed dial number.
"I don't want you to fuck me," Will said, his mouth going dry when he felt Kevin begin to tug on the back of his pants. "No, Kevin," he said firmly, trying to get the phone free so whoever he called could hear him.
"You never say no," Kevin chuckled. "Especially not to me."
"No!" Will said, louder, struggling to get out from under the other man's weight.
"Don't you fucking fight me," Kevin growled, slapping the back of Will's head, making Will cry out in surprise.
"Kevin, please... Don't hit me, anymore."
"Stop whining," Kevin growled. "No wonder your father hated you." He yanked harder on Will's pants, and Will knew if he didn't do something, Kevin was going to rape him. The cold realization of that made it feel as if his entire body had gone numb. He couldn't think.
"Kevin, don't," he said, his mouth so dry it was as if the words were getting caught on his tongue. "Let me go and I'll leave and not say anything to anyone."
"Not until I get to fuck you," Kevin murmured into Will's ear. "I know you want it, baby," he whispered. "I bet you're hard." He shoved a hand between Will and the bed, but before Will could react, Kevin found the phone and pulled it free. Will could see that the call had connected but he couldn't see who was on the other end.
"What the fuck?" Kevin said, blinking stupidly at the phone in his hand.
Seeing that Kevin was distracted for a second, Will turned under him, elbowing him in the stomach. "Help me!" he shouted into the phone when the other man gasped and doubled over, then wriggled free and made a break for it. Just as he was about to scoop up Wendell, he was tackled from behind and hit the floor hard enough to knock the wind out of him. Wendell barked loudly, then scurried under the couch to hide.
"Fucking prick," Kevin growled, crawling on top of Will and pinning him down. He grabbed the back of Will's head and slammed his forehead against the floor, making him see stars. "I'm gonna kill you, you worthless piece of shit," he rasped into Will's ear.
Fingers scrabbling against the hardwood of the floor, Will tried to pull himself free, but Kevin was too heavy for him. "No," he whimpered when Kevin roughly pulled his pants down enough to expose him. "Kevin, don't...please..."
"Shut up!" Kevin punched the back of Will's head, then sank his teeth into Will's shoulder, making Will scream out in pain.
The pain was horrible, but a blessing. It focused Will's aching head, making him think and try to move enough so Kevin couldn't do what Will knew he was determined to do.
"Yeah, keep moving," Kevin chuckled, slamming Will's head down again and pushing an arm over the back of Will's neck so he couldn't move it. "I love it when you fight me."
Everything hurt as Will struggled, but he couldn't let Kevin do this. Will's hand uselessly gripped at his pants to pull them back up, but it was a losing battle as Kevin pushed them down further. Will could hear himself begging with Kevin not to do this, but he didn't feel as if the words were coming from him. Even when he felt Kevin's fingers painfully pinch his ass and heard him tell him to stop the fucking whining, Will didn't feel as if he was really there. And then Kevin was inside him, hard and brutal, ripping into him with every ounce of hatred he was feeling. That brought Will back, the pain of the assault too much for him to escape. Kevin had him pinned and was fucking him mercilessly, but Will still tried to fight him off. His hand still tried to pull up his pants even though he knew it was impossible to stop Kevin's assault.
"Help me!!" Will screamed, praying that someone would hear him.
"Shut the fuck up!" Kevin thrust inside him even harder, making him feel as if he was being ripped in two. Before Will could scream again, Kevin pulled his head up and hit it against the floor again. This time, everything went black.
Will looked at the door to the loft he shared with Kevin, took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment. You can do this. Just pretend that everything is fine. You can do this. When he opened his eyes again, he didn't feel any better and would have given anything to turn right around and head back to the hotel where Orlando was waiting for him. But he couldn't. He needed to do this.
The plan was simple. Kevin would be waiting for him, Will would spend a couple of hours with him before Kevin had to go to work. Once Kevin was gone, Will would call his friends and they would come help him pack up his things and go. Will had written a letter he planned to leave behind, and if Kevin called him to talk about it, he'd be amenable to that. As much as Will didn't want to say goodbye face to face, he did want to say goodbye somehow. Despite what had happened between them, Will still felt he owed Kevin some kind of closure.
Before Will slid his key into the lock, he hesitated. He felt strange about this, as if he should call his friends now and just confront Kevin outright instead of sneaking out like some frightened child running away from home. But Will was frightened. Kevin's behavior had steadily become more abusive and controlling, and while he would delight in the chance to call Kevin on everything, he knew the truth about his soon to be former lover. Kevin could get violent. It was for this reason that Will wanted to keep his friends and his new lover out of harm's way. Even if Kevin spent a little time yelling at him for going away on vacation without him, it would be worth keeping everyone else safe.
Finally, Will unlocked the door and walked inside. He smiled brightly when Wendell ran up to him barking and yipping excitedly at seeing his dad finally walk in the door. Will stooped down to pick up the happy little dog and hugged him tightly. When Kevin had threatened the dog if Will didn't come home soon, Will had been terrified to get back and find Wendell hurt or worse. But he was all right.
"Hey, baby," Will giggled as Wendell licked his face. "Where's Papa, huh?"
"Well, look who the cat dragged in," Kevin said, walking out of the bathroom with a smile on his face. He walked over to Will, took Wendell from Will's hands and set him on the floor. "I missed you, baby," he whispered before hugging him tightly and giving Will a hard, deep kiss that left the other man breathless.
"I missed you, too," Will smiled, returning the hug as if he'd been dying to be back in Kevin's arms. The entire time, he was thinking about Orlando, desperate for the moment he could be free of Kevin and go to him.
"You want to tell me about your trip?" Kevin asked, kissing Will again and taking his hand. He stopped and frowned. "Where's your luggage?"
Shit. Will couldn't believe he'd been so stupid. When he and Orlando had checked into the hotel, Will had left his bag there.
"The stupid airline lost it," Will said, frowning. "Can you believe it?"
"Why did you check it?" Kevin asked with a smile. "It was a carry on."
"Yeah, but I got to the airport late and when I got to the plane, they didn't have room in the overhead compartments. They took it from me and checked it." That sounded plausible, he hoped. He also hoped Kevin couldn't hear how loud his heart was thumping in his chest.
"That's happened to me," Kevin smirked. "I think they lost my bag, too."
Will laughed, relieved. "Figures, huh?"
"Yup." Kevin led Will toward the area of the loft they'd made their bedroom, but stopped just short of going in. "Wait, let's do this right since it's a surprise," he smiled, moving to stand behind Will and putting his hands over Will's eyes.
Swallowing nervously, Will forced himself to smile. Whatever Kevin had planned, Will would go along with it so as not to raise any suspicions. Still, he couldn't help feeling as if he was betraying Orli in some way by being here with a man he no longer loved.
Kevin urged Will forward, kissing his neck as he did and murmuring soft, loving words to him. When Will felt the bed against his legs, he laughed softly and wriggled back playfully against Kevin.
"Do I get to see my surprise?" he asked. He just wanted this to be over.
"Surprise," Kevin said softly, removing his hands.
At first, Will wasn't sure what he was looking at. There were photos spread out over the bed, but they weren't any of him and Kevin that he recognized. It wasn't until he realized they were of Orlando entering the lobby of the hotel where Will had been staying in New York that he knew exactly what Kevin was showing him.
"Kevin," he said, turning around, "I can--"
The blow from Kevin's open hand to the side of his head sent Will reeling, and he hit the floor with a painful thud. Before he could shake it off, there was a hard kick to his leg and he was being hauled back up to his feet.
"I had you followed, Will," Kevin said, his voice entirely too calm. "I told you I didn't trust you and you kept on lying to me. Why'd you do that?"
Will's leg and head were throbbing, and he couldn't think of what to say. The grip Kevin had on his upper arms was so tight, Will knew there would bruises. A hard slap to the face made him grunt in pain, but still he couldn't say anything.
"Come on, Will," Kevin said, shaking Will hard enough to make his head snap. "You always have an answer for everything." He laughed when Will struggled to break loose from the grip he had on him.
"Let me go, Kevin," Will said, sniffing when he felt blood begin to drip from his nose. The taste of it set off a panic inside him and he stared at Kevin, pleading with him to listen. "Let me walk out the door and you never have to see me again."
"So you can run off to your new friend?" Kevin asked, turning Will around and yanking his arm up behind his back. "No, I don't think so."
Will clenched his teeth, refusing to cry out in pain even though it felt as if his shoulder was going to be ripped out of its socket. Kevin grabbed the back of his neck and dug his fingers into Will's skin, making his eyes water. Still, Will refused to make a sound.
"Look at those shots," Kevin said, forcing Will's head down in order to make him look at the surveillance photos. "You took him home to meet Mommy, you went for a run with him. I think the kissing is really sweet. Did you fuck him, Will? Or did he fuck you? He looks like the type to like it up the ass, though, so I bet you got to pretend to be the man. Was it good? I'd love to find out for myself, you know. He's pretty. And I bet he won't even put up a fight once I get him down."
Will's fear flared at the threat, and he struggled against Kevin even though his arm protested the movement and he had no leverage of any kind.
"You leave him the fuck alone, you piece of shit! Let me go!"
Kevin laughed and loosened his grip on Will, making him fall onto the bed. "My god, you're growing a pair, Billy Boy. Look at you standing up for you and your man."
"Fuck you," Will said, a little breathless as he rolled onto his back. His arm felt numb.
"Did you learn it from that little fag? I'm imressed if you did." Kevin looked extremely pleased with himself and actually stood back from the bed, arms crossed in front of his chest. "Go on, please tell me the details of how wonderful he is. I bet it'll sound a lot like how you felt about me a week after we met."
Will narrowed his eyes and wiped at his nose. "Why can't you just let me go, Kevin?"
"Guess what happened to me on Sunday?"
The change of topic caught Will off guard, and he swallowed, confused as he looked at Kevin. "What?"
"I was suspended for stealing narcotics and beating the shit out of an arrestee. They took my badge and my gun and sent me home. I'm probably facing criminal charges."
The way Kevin was telling Will what happened made it sound as if he was simply relaying a normal day's events.
Will sat up slowly. "Why'd you do it?" he asked, inching his way toward the edge of the bed.
"Move one more inch and I'll knock your teeth out," Kevin growled, making Will freeze. "I did it because of you, Will," he continued in the next breath. "You've been making it so hard for me to concentrate at work, I needed a little something to help me focus. And I beat up the guy because he pissed me off and I fucking felt like making somebody hurt. When my friend in New York sent me those pictures of you, last night, I realized that I'd beaten up the wrong person."
Heart racing, Will tried to stop shaking. "I love you, Kevin," he lied. "Please don't hurt me."
"Fuck, Will," Kevin rolled his eyes. "You really think I'm an idiot, don't you? Stop lying to me and tell me what else you and pencil dick got up to. Did you guys suck each other's dicks and then laugh at what a fucking idiot I am? Or did the little cunt cry to you about how hard it is to be a faggot married to a girl?"
"Stop talking about him that way!" Will shouted, making a sudden move to get up.
Kevin grabbed the front of Will's shirt, drew his arm back and punched Will in the face.
"I told you to stay still!" he screamed, then hit Will again, hard enough to make him fall onto the bed and tumble off the edge onto the floor.
Pain flared in Will's head, making him feel sick, but he tugged at the bedspread, trying to get to his feet. He didn't see Kevin come around the bed, so the unexpected kick to his side sent him crumpling back to the floor.
"Are you going to cry if I make fun of your boyfriend?" Kevin asked, pulling Will to his feet again and forcing him back onto the bed.
Will grunted when he was shoved facedown onto the mattress. An arm was trapped under his body, but he managed to start moving it. His phone was in his front pants pocket. If he could reach it, he could call for help.
"No, I'm not gonna cry," he said, his voice muffled. "I'm gonna kick your fucking ass."
"God, you're so cute," Kevin laughed and climbed on top of Will. "You know I'm just playing with you, right?"
Will didn't know what the hell Kevin was talking about. The man was probably high, for all he knew.
"Playing?" Will asked, trying to stall as he dug into his pocket and slowly got the phone free.
"Yeah," Kevin said, leaning down to kiss Will's ear. "I've got no beef with him. It's you I want to fuck up." He nuzzled the back of Will's neck, making Will shudder. "Or maybe I just want to fuck you."
Will's heart was pounding painfully in his chest, but he got the phone out and opened it. Praying that he was feeling the buttons right, he hit what he hoped was either Orli or Logan's speed dial number.
"I don't want you to fuck me," Will said, his mouth going dry when he felt Kevin begin to tug on the back of his pants. "No, Kevin," he said firmly, trying to get the phone free so whoever he called could hear him.
"You never say no," Kevin chuckled. "Especially not to me."
"No!" Will said, louder, struggling to get out from under the other man's weight.
"Don't you fucking fight me," Kevin growled, slapping the back of Will's head, making Will cry out in surprise.
"Kevin, please... Don't hit me, anymore."
"Stop whining," Kevin growled. "No wonder your father hated you." He yanked harder on Will's pants, and Will knew if he didn't do something, Kevin was going to rape him. The cold realization of that made it feel as if his entire body had gone numb. He couldn't think.
"Kevin, don't," he said, his mouth so dry it was as if the words were getting caught on his tongue. "Let me go and I'll leave and not say anything to anyone."
"Not until I get to fuck you," Kevin murmured into Will's ear. "I know you want it, baby," he whispered. "I bet you're hard." He shoved a hand between Will and the bed, but before Will could react, Kevin found the phone and pulled it free. Will could see that the call had connected but he couldn't see who was on the other end.
"What the fuck?" Kevin said, blinking stupidly at the phone in his hand.
Seeing that Kevin was distracted for a second, Will turned under him, elbowing him in the stomach. "Help me!" he shouted into the phone when the other man gasped and doubled over, then wriggled free and made a break for it. Just as he was about to scoop up Wendell, he was tackled from behind and hit the floor hard enough to knock the wind out of him. Wendell barked loudly, then scurried under the couch to hide.
"Fucking prick," Kevin growled, crawling on top of Will and pinning him down. He grabbed the back of Will's head and slammed his forehead against the floor, making him see stars. "I'm gonna kill you, you worthless piece of shit," he rasped into Will's ear.
Fingers scrabbling against the hardwood of the floor, Will tried to pull himself free, but Kevin was too heavy for him. "No," he whimpered when Kevin roughly pulled his pants down enough to expose him. "Kevin, don't...please..."
"Shut up!" Kevin punched the back of Will's head, then sank his teeth into Will's shoulder, making Will scream out in pain.
The pain was horrible, but a blessing. It focused Will's aching head, making him think and try to move enough so Kevin couldn't do what Will knew he was determined to do.
"Yeah, keep moving," Kevin chuckled, slamming Will's head down again and pushing an arm over the back of Will's neck so he couldn't move it. "I love it when you fight me."
Everything hurt as Will struggled, but he couldn't let Kevin do this. Will's hand uselessly gripped at his pants to pull them back up, but it was a losing battle as Kevin pushed them down further. Will could hear himself begging with Kevin not to do this, but he didn't feel as if the words were coming from him. Even when he felt Kevin's fingers painfully pinch his ass and heard him tell him to stop the fucking whining, Will didn't feel as if he was really there. And then Kevin was inside him, hard and brutal, ripping into him with every ounce of hatred he was feeling. That brought Will back, the pain of the assault too much for him to escape. Kevin had him pinned and was fucking him mercilessly, but Will still tried to fight him off. His hand still tried to pull up his pants even though he knew it was impossible to stop Kevin's assault.
"Help me!!" Will screamed, praying that someone would hear him.
"Shut the fuck up!" Kevin thrust inside him even harder, making him feel as if he was being ripped in two. Before Will could scream again, Kevin pulled his head up and hit it against the floor again. This time, everything went black.