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The Horror Of Silence And Sound - Pilot

At the age of 13, Rodolfo Parra was taken and locked away for five years, only rescued at the age of 18 by his bestfriend/childhood sweetheart Alejandro Vargas. Now, he's 21 and he's having to learn what it's like to function in society. It's not easy when everyone seems to just expect you to get it out of nowhere.

Well, it also doesn't help that Rodolfo's a medium, one who has the sight and therefore has special insight into the "other" plane of existence. For instance, he can see Alejandro's other features, his demonic ones. And... well, the other plane of existence has decided it needs his help.

Whatever, it's time to play Jennifer Love Hewitt or... something. Or, you know, the things could just leave him alone.

TW: Rape, Abuse, Suicide, Discussions around suicide, Trafficking, Self Harm, Dark Humor, Destructive eating habits, Dead Dove Do Not Eat

Rodolfo knew that the next day would mark 5 years since he was taken. And, it would mark his birthday. His 18th birthday, in fact. The Man had taken him on his 13th and he’d been in his basement ever since.

He dreaded his birthday. He knew what would happen. The man would come downstairs with a cake and then he would rape Rodolfo. Rodolfo had long since stopped skirting around the words. The Man wanted him to pretend what he did was “making love” but it wasn’t that. It wasn’t that at all.

Rodolfo didn’t feel loved by the Man. He felt brutalized. He was being raped. Oh well, the cake usually tasted good and the Man was usually a lot more gentle since it was his birthday. Besides, the Man had been excited for Rodolfo’s 18th birthday. Rodolfo didn’t know why. He had his ideas and… well, he couldn’t say he didn’t welcome them.

He was exhausted. He was ready to die. If the Man decided it was his time, then fine. It was his time.

He tensed as he heard footsteps coming down the stairs, quickly going back to washing dishes. The basement he lived in was basically like a one bedroom apartment. He had a fair amount of freedom as long as he bent to the Man’s every will. The Man would give him little gifts, too, if he behaved. They were pretty nice.

He knew the Man was doing all of this to make Rodolfo have stockholm. Why else would he? He wanted Rodolfo to never leave him. He did other “sweet” things. Like, Rodolfo had done all of his schooling. Beyond even a senior in high school. In fact, he was working on college courses right now.

Rodolfo had chores, though. So many. The basement had to be kept spotless. Rodolfo had to be kept spotless. He had to do anything the Man wanted him to do, when the Man wanted him to. If he didn’t, he’d be punished. Usually it was just being beat, but… the Man had done other things.

Made him stand naked while repeatedly getting doused in water for hours, dunked his head in a tub of water over and over. Things like that. Rodolfo did his best to keep his chores done and do whatever the Man wanted.

Footsteps neared and then hands were touching his waist. “Finally 18…” The Man’s rough voice came from behind him. He was a smoker and his voice reflected that. As did the suffocating smell of cigarettes.

Rodolfo closed his eyes, continuing to scrub at the pan he’d used to cook dinner the night before.

“I’m so excited for tomorrow.” The Man continued, reaching up and brushing his fingers over Rodolfo’s jaw. “Do you want to know why?”

Rodolfo hesitated before nodding.

The Man chuckled. “I knew you would. You’re such a curious boy, you always have been.” He sighed and then he was taking Rodolfo’s hand. A ring was slipped onto his left ring finger a moment later and he tried to focus on being able to breathe. That was his 18th birthday gift. A promise of eternity to him. “Do you like it?”

It was silver with a white diamond in it. Simple. Rodolfo didn’t like it at all. But, he smiled and nodded, pretending he did. “Good.” The Man kissed the back of his neck, wet and sloppy as always. “I think I’ll get you a dishwasher.”

Rodolfo nodded again, unable to help staring at the ring on his hand. He was trying to keep from shaking, he knew that would upset the Man, but he couldn’t help it. Tears filled his eyes as the weight of what was going to happen settled in. He was going to be stuck. “You fucking lied.” The Man growled and Rodolfo quickly shook his head. “Yes you did. You’re not happy with this at all.”

Rodolfo turned to him, pleading. He shook his head again, trying to show that he was happy. He needed the Man to believe that, but it was clear that the man didn’t. He only glared at Rodolfo. “You fucking whore. What more do I have to give you? You have everything you could want, but you’re not happy with me??”

Rodolfo whimpered as his hair was grabbed, his head yanked back, and instinctively he reached up to stop him. Bad move. The worst move. Because a moment later, his head was being shoved into the sink, into the soapy dish water. He thrashed, panicking too hard to hold his breath.

Only a moment later his head was pulled up and he panted, but he kept his hands by his side. “Look at me.”

Rodolfo coughed but did as told, unable to stop the stream of tears down his face. “I could be killing you. Instead, I’m marrying you. An act of love.” The Man’s face softened. “Doesn’t that make you happy? Why don’t you love me back?”

“I…” Rodolfo wheezed. “I love you… I love you so much…”

“Liar.” The Man sighed. “But you will. One day.” He shoved Rodolfo down. Rodolfo quickly caught himself before he hit his head on the cabinet, landing on the floor. The Man left him alone, after that, and went upstairs.

Rodolfo broke down into sobs, covering his face and pulling his knees up to his chest. He couldn’t do an eternity of this… Not of this. He hit at his head, sobbing as hard as his body would allow him to.

Rodolfo’s birthday. September 13th. The beginning of hell. That’s what his heart had decided it was. He wanted so badly to just end it all but the Man had been smart the first time Rodolfo had tried and got rid of everything that could. Sure, there were knives, but they were so blunt they barely could cut through the meats he used to cook.

The Man had assured him the night before that he would order dinner so Rodolfo didn’t have to work on his birthday. And his birthday was a day of no chores, either. So, he didn’t even really feel like getting out of bed. But, he had to. Had to pretend he was happy on his birthday.

He took his time getting up, though. When he finally did, he was unsurprised to see the basement had been decorated for his birthday. Orange streamers were everywhere, along with orange balloons. Orange was the Man’s favorite color. Not Rodolfo’s. But, he’d never reveal that.

It took Rodolfo a moment to acknowledge the other man in the basement, but it had him jerking back, immediately, hiding in his room. He panicked. The Man had brought friends to abuse him, before, but never had he just left them there while he was gone.

Rodolfo peeked out, seeing the other man was now looking in his direction. An expression of shock was on the man’s face as he stared at Rodolfo, but Rodolfo’s eye was caught by curled horns around his head, which were black and slightly caught the light, but not much. Not enough to shine. The man’s eyes caught Rodolfo’s attention next. He was clearly shocked, but his eyes were black. “Rodolfo?” The man asked, starting to approach.

Rodolfo panicked and jerked back again, going into the room. Oh no, oh no. He knew his name! Fuck! Rodolfo tried to look around for somewhere to hide, unsure if this was some test from the Man or not. He wasn’t sure he wanted to risk it.

“No, no.” The man was suddenly in front of Rodolfo, touching him. Rodolfo freaked out, trying to back up, but the man only grabbed him. “Rudy! Stop! Look, it’s me! It’s me. It’s Alejandro.”

Rodolfo paused, the name familiar. Alejandro? Ale…jandro… He looked up at the man’s face, frowning and trying to put his features together.

Hi! I’m Alejandro!

Woah, what are you??

You can see those?!

Alejandro… Relief flooded his chest. How was he there?? Well, no, Rodolfo knew that, didn’t he? Alejandro could… well, Alejandro called it flicking. It was basically like teleporting, but a lot more complicated, apparently. “There… yes… It’s me…” Alejandro softened, cupping Rodolfo’s face. “Oh god… You’re so… you’re so tiny…”

Rodolfo couldn’t help laughing. He fell forward and hugged Alejandro, before breaking into sobs. Alejandro was here! Wait, no, that wasn’t good! The Man would find out, he’d kill Alejandro! He jerked away, suddenly shaking his head. Alejandro needed to leave. He started to shove Alejandro at the door before freezing as he heard the basement door unlocking.

“Rudy, what are you-” Rodolfo covered Alejandro’s mouth and shoved him to the closet, needing him to hide.

“Rodolfo! Who’s with you?!” The Man called and Rodolfo could hear him storming to the bedroom. Rodolfo quickly shoved Alejandro into the closet, closing it and turning around right as the Man came in. “I heard someone else’s voice.” The Man accused.

Rodolfo quickly shook his head, smiling. He did his best to appear excited, putting his hands out for a hug. This wouldn’t be suspicious, Rodolfo often had on his birthdays. The Man narrowed his eyes before sighing and moving forward, kissing Rodolfo’s cheek and then wrapping his arm around him, guiding him to the living room. “Happy Birthday, Rodolfo.”

Rodolfo nodded his thanks and sat on the couch, watching the Man sit and take his hands. “I have all of the papers so all we have to do is sign them. I have a friend who’s going to file it for us and then everything will be official. Aren’t you excited?”

Rodolfo quickly nodded, trying to show he’d had a change of heart. He was so excited! He had to be! He rubbed his eyes and curled up to the Man, nuzzling him.

“I’m glad you came around.” The Man nodded. “Makes me so happy. You’re going to be such a pretty little love, aren’t you? So behaved.”

Rodolfo nodded. He would be. He always was. The Man touched his face and then he was kissing Rodolfo and Rodolfo had to swallow his gags, tasting alcohol and cigarettes and days old food. It was brief, thankfully, and then the Man was standing, leaving back to the upstairs.

Alejandro was out of Rodolfo’s bedroom a moment later. “We’re leaving.” He held out his hand.

Rodolfo frowned, looking at Alejandro’s hand. But Alejandro couldn’t flick other people? Just himself. However, still, he took it, and then Alejandro pulled him to the basement door. Rodolfo panicked and shook his head, starting to try to jerk back from Alejandro. No, no! No they’d be caught!

Alejandro didn’t let him get away and soon he was being picked up. “I’m sorry, but you’re not staying here.”

Rodolfo beat at his chest, shaking his head. No! No! No! He tried to scream but Alejandro covered his mouth. A moment later, he was freezing in pure terror as the Man’s voice rang through his head.

“Who the fuck are you?! Put him down?!”

“Over my dead body, you old fat fuck!” Alejandro switched to holding Rodolfo with one arm.

“I’ll kill you, boy!”

“You can fucking try, but I haven’t even succeeded at that, so take your best fucking shot!” Alejandro let Rodolfo’s feet touch the ground, but his arm around him was firm. Rodolfo was able to see, and he saw that Alejandro had a switchblade and the Man had a gun. Rodolfo started to cry, terrified. He didn’t want the Man to kill Alejandro! He didn’t want that. “Shh… Rudy… It’s okay…” Alejandro murmured, holding Rodolfo close.

The Man shook his head and then he pulled the trigger. “Alejandro!” Rodolfo screamed, but Alejandro didn’t even flinch. He just started up the stairs, his hand reaching up and then he was slamming the Man against the wall.

“What… the fuck are you?!” The man wheezed.

Alejandro laughed, shaking his head. “Your worst fucking nightmare.” He moved and then shoved the Man down the stairs before suddenly yanking Rodolfo before he could see the damage. Alejandro reached down, grabbed, and then yanked Rodolfo out the door and they were taking off down the street. Rodolfo didn’t look back, anyway, running with Alejandro and feeling horrible for doubting him in the first place.

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