Le Petit Nicolas
Chapter 15 - Geoffroy is my hero

“Ok, all done? Are you sitting on him now?” Clotaire asked, looking down at the helpless boy pinned to the floor, whose face was totally obscured by Geoffroy's crotch. “Good. Perfect, actually. You two really seem to like each other.”

Shortly speaking, it took Nicolas a while but eventually he won the fight with his own disgust, pulling out his own wet tongue, pressing it against the moist, abused hole. It was bad and he knew it. Feeling the not pleasant, bitter taste he inhaled deeply as he gathered a few more drops of Clotaire's cum leaking from inside his boyfriend. Pushing his tongue inside, hoping that this will truly ease Geoffroy's pain Nicolas licked and kissed the flesh touching his lips. Then, when nobody was expecting it, Geoffroy moaned. The older boy couldn't believe it but Nicolas's action down there was really making him better. Sure, he still felt the enormous pain when the little boy's tongue touched the violated walls, but at least the stinging was no more. Not now, when his boyfriend covered the abused rectum with some spit. Nicolas kept working, pushing, licking, sucking, and slurping more and more of Clotaire's cum, committing fully to his task.

“Well, while you two are having fun I will take a look at this baby's equipment.” They heard Clotaire's vicious voice. The boy reached down Nicolas's pants and started stripping him slowly, smirking as he recalled seeing his classmate's member on the video a few days ago.

After all, Nicolas was the one still wearing clothes in there, this wasn't right, Clotaire thought. Plus, he wanted to prepare him for another round. The tormentor couldn't say if Nicolas was actually expecting this to happen, but the black-haired kid sure tried to prevent him from taking his pants off. Of course, all words spoke by Nicolas were mumbled, every single sound escaped inside Geoffroy's anus. Nobody was hearing his protests. But Clotaire was a patient one. As he finally slid down the boy's pants he put his foot over Nicolas's privates, pressing his heel against the young teen's testicles. The younger boy's body twisted in pain, all his little muscles tensed up when he felt that Clotaire was pressing even harder, crushing his little scrotum, sending the splitting pain all across Nicolas's groin and stomach. Then the boy kicked him causing the little body to jump due to a sudden, sharp pain.

“Stop it, you psycho!” Geoffroy exclaimed, looking around in a panic. “It's easy to harass someone weaker than you, right? You wouldn't be able to last even a single second with my fist on your balls.”

Clotaire stopped, walked over to Geoffroy and smacked him across his face.

“Don't you dare to disobey me, cunt. You won't be able to try this, not now, not tomorrow. Now get back to crying while I play with your sissy boyfriend.”

For some reason, a smirk filled Geoffroy's face, but Clotaire paid no attention to it.

“So, what do we have here...” The tormentor reached for the waistband of Nicolas's pants and slid them down the boy's ankles. “A really small cock, as expected. Not a single hair. No wonder you like him, Geoffroy. You must be imagining that you fuck some girl. Or this is why everyone calls him petit ?”

Reaching for Nicolas's shaft Clotaire grabbed it with two fingers, pinching the boy's little member, which reminded him of a small, pathetic worm. A little shrimp on two little eggs. Still, he wondered why Nicolas wasn't erected yet and started masturbating him hoping that his victim's body will obey the call of nature. It took only a moment, twenty seconds, but he finally made it, just when Nicolas gulped again, swallowing another portion of the fluid from Geoffroy's insides. Taking a picture of the erected shaft Clotaire walked over to his computer wanting to send it to his perverted friend.

“Look at this. I feel like a pedo touching such a small cock. He's 12!” He wrote his message, being proud of his recent achievements.

Geoffroy used this opportunity to whisper to Nicolas. He needed a little more time and just an opportunity.

“Nick, listen. Can you trust me? Just follow all of his orders for a few more minutes, I'm almost free.” He murmured, knowing that the young teen won't be able to answer. Geoffroy rubbed his hands again and nervously stared at Clotaire who was still sitting, chatting to his so-called Internet friends.

“Heh, even my eight years old son is bigger. Fuck him and send me the photos.” The stranger suggested, and Clotaire smiled, turning away from the screen. His penis was once again fully erected.

“I'm in a FUCKING mood again, guys! But this time I need some tighter pussy.” He announced, walking closer to his victims, smacking his lips together.

“Wait, you can fuck me again, really. I want to feel your cock again!” Geoffroy assured him and wanting to encourage Clotaire more he added. “I really need it in my ass, Clotaire! It feels great. Please, fuck me!”

But, to his surprise, their tormentor just laughed and patted Geoffroy's head. The same way he would pat his beloved pet. Oh yes, Clotaire figured out he was getting the power over both of them.

“See, I knew it! I hoped to have two whores ready to obey my every order but you are taking it to the next level. Sadly, on this level, you will use your tongue more than your ass.” Clotaire explained and smiled, pulling Geoffroy's body up, freeing Nicolas from below him.

The poor thing. Nicolas wasn't crying anymore, but his face was blank, all sweaty, smeared with the sperm, which leaked down his chin, cheeks, and neck. His lips were also wet and a bit reddened. He gasped for some fresh air. Jut when the black-haired kid hoped that his misery was over the worst happened. Geoffroy's voice echoed in the room once again.

“Clotaire, leave him! I won't allow you to hurt him! I swear...”

“Easy, I know my big cock would probably tear him apart. You will make him prepared, everything depends on you! I know you are eager to lick him in there.” Clotaire explained and pulled Nicolas's legs up. Parting them in front of Geoffroy's face he grabbed the blond-haired teen's head, pushing it against Nicolas's crack. “Return the favor. Right now!”

Geoffroy did not hesitate and started to work on Nicolas's hole right away, pushing his tongue inside. He only hoped to delay things a little more but was aware that Clotaire was watching his every step, recording another scene in his perverted movie. Plus, there was more, Geoffroy figured out that Clotaire can hurt Nicolas badly. The black haired teen felt that he was about to burst into tears again, as their tormentor squeezed his buns even harder, parting the hole with his fingers, allowing Geoffroy's tongue to access and lick the previously unexplored area.

“He is a tight one, right? Aren't you able to put it deeper? Don't worry, you will be... after I'm done with him. Can't wait.” Using one hand the tormentor grabbed Geoffroy by the hair and pressed him harder into Nicolas. “Come on, suck the shit out of him. Prepare your little boyfriend for the royal fucking.”

Then, exactly twenty-two seconds later, Clotaire pulled Geoffroy's head back, holding him hard by the hair. Standing before him he smeared his wet glans on the teen's lips. Ah, obviously, he was aroused and leaking again. He only hoped that this time he will be able to keep himself from cumming – he barely resisted it meeting Geoffroy's warm lips on top of his shaft. His desire was different now, he wanted to fuck Nicolas for hours, hurting him beyond repair.

“Look at you. You did so fine that your spit is dripping on the floor. Now do it again.” Their classmate hissed and impaled Geoffroy's head on his sperm covered penis, pushing his hips forward, feeling that the lips were parting.

While Geoffroy tried to prevent Clotaire from going deeper the older boy still pressed inside him, meeting almost no resistance. What he wanted was not an ordinary blowjob, but something special. Geoffroy gagged for the first time when the wet glans touched his throat. The helpless boy tried to open his mouth wider and closed his eyes, but it did not help him much. Speeding up his movements, Clotaire was now getting even deeper inside. At some point, Clotaire wasn't able to breathe.

Geoffroy's whole body started shaking and he tried to escape his head, but his efforts were in vain. The iron grip around his head was only getting stronger as the rape continued, sending rapid thrusts down his throat. First tears stained Geoffroy's cheeks, flowing down his red face, all the veins were now visible, his heart beating speed up. He could swear the end was near, that in a few seconds he will choke on his classmate's shaft. It seemed as if Clotaire was pushing inside not only his penis but also the testicles or his whole body. It was a gigantic, never-ending penetration. His jaw was aching, pushing him closer to the breaking point.

“Nice, isn't it?” He heard some faint, distant voice above.

Then, just a moment before he fainted due to a lack of air, Clotaire retracted his penis in a single, rapid motion. He watched with a growing satisfaction as the blond-haired boy dramatically tried to catch his breath, blinking, keeping his mouth wide open, drooling all over the floor. For Clotaire it was clear, Geoffroy's strong will was no more, the boy was his slave. He kept his tongue hanging out of his mouth as if he was a dog. A Clotaire's bitch. Perfect. In the meantime, Clotaire reached for the gag ball made of socks and pushed it into Nicolas's face, tying it up behind boy's head, humming another weird song.

“Ok, all set. I think you should face each other and share your emotions.” Clotaire suggested with a wild grin on his face and walked behind the black-haired boy. “This hole is so small. I wonder if I will be able to get inside fully” He wondered, brushing his glans against Nicolas's anus. Now, when he was focused on his victim he ignored Geoffroy, who carefully started rubbing his ties together. “Look into his eyes, Geoffroy. Describe his pain for me.”

Placing two of his fingers in front of Nicolas's tight hole Clotaire pushed them inside in a single motion before Nicolas was able to do anything at all. But he reacted right after they filled him, clenching his eyes, screaming into the gag and trying to push the intruder out. Clotaire felt the boy's sphincter pressing against his fingers and began fighting with it, moving them apart, drilling his way deeper.

“Is he crying already, Geoffroy? Tell me, can't see his face.” Clotaire asked, retracting his fingers, looking at an object of his admiration, who replied right away.

“No, he isn't. But you will be soon.” Geoffroy answered, trying to provoke his classmate.

“He will start bawling like a baby now.” Clotaire stated, clearly amused, putting his glans at the tiny opening. Smearing precum all over it, he observed as Nicolas's anus clenched even more than before. The boy clearly tried to do anything possible to stop him.

But Clotaire pushed mercilessly, impaling the young, helpless teen onto himself. Meeting close to not resistance, he gasped, as his twelve centimeters shaft slid slowly inside. There were no magic barriers protecting Nicolas anymore, nothing at all. He was an exposed, broken, poor boy whose worst nightmares came true. The only thing that remained was the pain and an awful grimace that crossed his face his eyes widened. Howling, Nicolas cried and tried to clench his teeth, but this was impossible due to the gag, stuffing his mouth. He looked at Geoffroy, his boyfriend tried to turn his face away, still working on getting free. Was it over?

Noticing that Nicolas was trying to escape his body, wiggling on the floor, praying to get away from the source of pain Clotaire felt the mixture of power and arousal growing inside him. The tormentor knew how to keep his victim in a place and reached between the boy's legs grabbing the whole shaft with one hand. As soon as Nicolas tried to move he sensed the incredible amount of searing pain coming from his testicles as if they were being crushed and kicked over and over. Yes, it was over for him.

“He can't take it anymore!” Geoffroy shouted, not hiding the fact that he was working on his escape. More and more rage filled him, the strange hot sensation started spreading all over him. Everything seemed lost, he failed his boyfriend, he failed Nicolas.

“Relax, he will be fine.” Clotaire assured him, pulling Nicolas by testicles again, enjoying the little torture. Only two more centimeters were still outside, rest of the erected, hard rod was deep inside the black-haired kid. The oldest boy was working with an incredible force - he wanted his classmate to suffer slowly, sending more and more burning pain all over him. And, to say the truth, Clotaire loved what he saw. Nicolas's body was tensing up, all muscles seemed to be shaking, plus the sounds. Oh god, he loved the silent screams, silenced by the gag in Nicolas' s mouth.

Pulling out with a sadistic smile Clotaire examined his swollen shaft, covered by a slime and some precum. Nicolas's hole started leaking right away - Clotaire spotted the thing he wanted to see. A single drop of red fluid appeared next to the boy's abused anus. Pressing this spot with his finger, smearing it with blood, Clotaire wasn't able to hide his satisfaction. He made it! He pointed the blood-stained finger at Geoffroy.

"Whoops, you see, now he's fucked properly, not a virgin anymore." Clotaire hissed, grabbing his swollen member and placing it next to Nicolas's boyish rectum.

“I will kill you!” Geoffroy whispered, as the world around him swirled. He could swear he needed another rapid push that will tear all of his ties. If only he had more strength. If only...

“Just to clarify. Are you going to do this before or after I split Nicolas's poor ass in two?”

He moved slowly, once again marking his way. Now started fucking the boy properly, sliding in and out, trying to get deeper with every motion. Being patient he tried to keep himself from reaching the orgasm. Just one centimeter was left outside, but it turned out to not be a big problem as he penetrated boy with another unexpected push. Nicolas was now filled by classmate's iron rod which was pulsating, breaking him apart, driving him crazy. It was so different from when Geoffroy penetrating him. It felt like a thousand little needles were piercing him at the same time, getting only deeper, creating new wounds. He was forced into things he hated and begged for it to stop. He could not last any longer. Nicolas's mind became black for a second as another wave of pain surged through him.

Clotaire's pubes brushed against him and the petit boy knew what it meant. Then, he heard the disgusting wet slamming sounds as their bodies started touching each other. He could not cry anymore, his whole head and throat ached, he sensed that he has lost his voice and a part of his soul. Every push sent another wave of pain that reached the very top of his head. Clotaire wasn't in a big haste, enjoying the moment. Retracting himself almost fully he penetrated the boy with all of the force, in a single push. And then repeated this. Over and over, bringing more agony to the young kid with each impalement.

Now, not only Nicolas's hole but also his own penis seemed to be covered in the blood. “I did it, I fucking did it!” He thought, wondering if his on-line friends will be happy with the outcome. Feeling amazing Clotaire slapped Nicolas's cheeks, sliding out once more. But this time he wanted to show off his victorious shaft to Geoffroy. Just before filling Nicolas with his cum, marking him forever.

“See?” Clotaire pointed between his legs, making sure that Geoffroy was watching. “Seems that you haven't prepared him properly, bitch. He is bleeding fairly bad.” Gathering some of the warm blood from his penis he put it up against his classmate's lips, smearing the red fluid across them.

The whole world turned black and red. He could see only these two colors as massive the amount of adrenaline appeared inside him. Geoffroy's head was spinning, all the veins seemed pulsating faster than even before. The young teenager tensed up, feeling that anger and hate were the only emotions he could use, the only emotions he was feeding on. The very last wire that kept him from going berserk gave way.

The unexpected thing happened. Without even thinking about it Geoffroy grabbed Clotaire's blood-stained finger and held it in an iron grip. Then, as if it was a dry twig he made a rapid motion, breaking his classmate's bone. For the first time, Clotaire's scream filled the room. Somehow his legs were now free as well. He was tied no more, free to do anything he wanted, finally. It lasted just for a few seconds, but for him, it was a whole eternity. Geoffroy remembered it all, everything that happened so far. Analyzing the situation, the blond-haired boy planned what to do next. He looked at the pathetic boy kneeling on the floor and kicked him. Somehow, his foot landed directly between his classmate's legs.

“Fuck!” A short groan could be heard when Clotaire grabbed his testicles to hide them from the further attacks.

Nicolas observed Geoffroy's face. It seemed different as if it was belonging to someone else. He never saw his boyfriend in such a state and could not believe that this was happening for real. Maybe it was just a dream? Perhaps he blacked-out? That could explain it. But then again, why Clotaire's screams seemed so real? Another kick landed on the tormentor's stomach and face. The black-haired kid could hear Clotaire crying and silent whispering escaping Geoffroy's throat. He was not able to recognize any of words, but noticed that Geoffroy had no mercy at all – his target was to kill.

“Geoffroy!” Nicolas tried to scream with the rest of his hoarse voice, seeing as another kick landed on Clotaire's ribs. He wanted to stop this madness. The defenseless boy tried to cover himself but was not able to predict where Geoffroy will hit next. “Geoffroy!”

The rage ended as soon as it started. The blond-haired boy looked at Nicolas, his face was back to normal. His eyes weren't black and empty anymore, plus, what's more important they expressed some emotions and empathy as he knelt next to the tied teen.

“Nick!” Geoffroy shouted, pulling the gag from the little boy's mouth. “Are... are you ok?”

“Not really.” Nicolas answered, inhaling deeply. For a few moments, he managed to forget about all this terrible pain all over his bowels. But now it was back. Even stronger. Geoffroy untied him carefully, making sure that at least some of the ropes and duct tapes were sill usable - he needed them.

“I will be back to you in a few seconds, Nick.” Geoffroy explained and walked closer to his hated classmate, which wasn't even fighting anymore.

Grabbing Clotaire's hands and legs he tied them together, making sure that boy was unable to move. Then, he kicked him again directly in the swollen testicles and not so erected penis. Clotaire screamed again and continued bawling. The blood started leaking from his nose – one of Geoffroy's punches landed on it, almost breaking the bone. Little he knew that all the pain he caused was about to return to him in double. Just a beginning.

It was Geoffroy, his dream boy, standing like a marble giant over him. All naked, with a shining body, smiling. Clotaire thought that everything will be alright, that nobody will hurt him anymore. But then he heard Geoffroy's loud and clear voice.

"Let's play pay it forward, bitch." Geoffroy's eyes narrowed. “You will regret it all. You will wish you never lay your hands on my Nick.”

He tried to scream into the gag and beg Geoffroy for forgiveness, but his beloved classmate turned away. The feeling of the impending doom filled the room.

***

“I must admit that I truly adore you.” Mathias stated in a low growl. “Still, it's nothing like the things that happened in the past. I wanted your tight ass, and now...” The man paused, looking at the naked man tied to the chair. “It doesn't seem that virgin anymore. I think I will pass. However, your sucking skills are as good as before. And believe me – you are way better than some of the young boys in my school. On the other hand, they beg for my cock. They fight over it, two or three of them sucking at the same time. I come all over their bodies and they tend to lick each other clean. You aren't able to imagine how amazing it is. And think of their tight, maturing assholes made for fucking. A true miracle.” The man finished his monolog, recalling the most recent orgy.

Geoffroy's father, Charles was about to start crying. A grown up man felt like a little child, not knowing what to do. He was all naked, Mathias made sure to cut all of his clothes into the pieces, explaining that this will make things better. After all, the head-teacher hoped that Charles will also have some fun with Geoffroy, imagining he could force both of them into some innocent incest. Some of the fresh cum dripped down the man's chin, he tried to spit it out, but Mathias was cruel when it came to performing a blowjob. He preferred to force himself on his victim, performing deep throat, staying all amused when his victim struggled, tried to catch his breath. And reaching the orgasm was nothing more but a great test of swallowing the load. Most of the people were able to pass it - but well, young boys were a bit different, vomiting sometimes. He quickly learned that it was all about practice. After all, he was a teacher, a good one. And now he waited for his newest student named Geoffroy. A dream come true.

“On the other hand, I could use you, while they bring the little whore in here. He would be dragged into this room to see you fucked in the ass.” Mathias murmured, enjoying the vision that appeared before his eyes. “He would clean my cock right away. And your asshole. Can you imagine his face between your legs? I bet you are dreaming of this since when you caught him naked with Nicolas.”

Walking closer to the tied man Mathias touched his hole with two fingers. Well, for Charles this was far from being pleasant - he still tried to get free, not knowing what will happen next. Would he be able to escape this place? He was not even aware where it was located. What if more thugs were around? Charles could swear that one of the ties was getting loose slowly and looked at the table. The long, sharp knife was still there. If only he could reach for it...

“I will wait till Geoffroy is here. He will surely cry like I did when I was his age.” Mathias said mysteriously.

“I remember you being the happiest boy ever. We were playing every day, doing silly stuff. Sharing our good and bad days. When did you become a monster?” The tied man asked, looking at the head-teacher, who reached for another cigarette. Charles tried to engage in a conversation, thinking that he will buy some more time.

“On the very last day. When your father stormed into my room and told you to go home. Do you remember any of it?”

Unfortunately, Charles was having some blank spaces in his memory. He sure remembered this day when they got caught. He recalled his father's face as the angry man looked at them both, naked in a single bed, stroking each other. Oh yes, the face which was truly shocked and red as the man rushed to grab him, swearing, slapping, telling him to dress up. It all returned, a distant memory of the past. It felt as if Charles was once again in this room, seeing his friend for the last time in his teenage years. But he could not remember what happened within the next hour. He walked home, that's for sure.

“I got home and waited for him. He beat me up so I couldn't sit for almost a week and said that we won't see each other again, telling me that he found a new, perfect school for fixing me.” Charles confessed everything he remembered.

“And you never looked back. Never wondered what happened to me. Forgetting about the past.” Mathias hissed, feeling that his emotions were overcoming him once more. He smoked his cigarette, but his hands were shaking. “He raped me. Your daddy penetrated my ass when I was screaming and begging him to stop. H-he said that fags like me deserve this and left me on my bed motionless, bleeding, telling me to wait for my parents to return home. He said that If I ever tell about this to anyone he will be back, but this time he will kill me.” Mathias revealed the rest of the story.

“I...” Charles tried to answer, but his mind was empty.

This was strange, surreal, but he could imagine his own father doing this stuff. He believed it, he knew it was real. Still, he never expected that his friend was treated this way, knowing that this experience surely shaped his mind. This was why Mathias was thinking only of the revenge. They disappeared from each other's life for almost twenty years. But their reunion sent Mathias into a dark world of memories. He watched Geoffroy grow, thinking of getting into his bed when it's time. And the time was now. He liked boys who started their puberty just recently. Their bodies were way different, changing, maturing.

“You were a rich, cool kid. Learning, prospering, and I was barely living after my family kicked me out of the home, telling me to rot in the hell.”

“Why you didn't tell me about this earlier? We could talk, I would support you. Listen, we still can...” Charles said, hoping that his voice tone wasn't weak enough. After all his mind was shattered.

Mathias looked at him and sighed, turning away. He finished another cigarette and walked closer to the TV, pointing at it. Geoffroy's face, full of ecstasy filled the whole screen - the movie was paused the moment the young teen reached his orgasm. Mathias masturbated to this scene several times already. He loved the expression on both boys' faces and the moment when Geoffroy's penis twitched as the boy came all over his friend.

“This is why I want. As soon as you are free you will report me to police, we both know it. I can't let you go. And I'm not sure what will happen after I'm done with you.” His former friend explained, looking at the clock. He expected phone call anytime soon and hoped that he will only hear good news. “I hope Geoffroy is as tight as I imagine. I'm going to fuck him slowly, but mercilessly. Just like your father did. And you... you will be gone. But he will remain my precious boy for the next months, maybe years.”

“Stop it!” Charles shouted, jumping on the chair, fighting with his bounds. The man wanted his friend to shut up, every single word boiled within him, causing him to feel rage. His mind created images of Geoffroy's torment, based on Mathias's descriptions. He could see his son's crying face and felt the pain.

“Sure, there will be some blood, but I don't care. I want to play with his cock, punch his balls, just like your father did. I will force him to swallow my whole cock, we will be pretty busy.” The head-teacher continued, letting his fantasy overcome him. “I will threaten him with a gun and make him blow you. Then you will fuck him as well – deep inside this is what you want, you aren't different from me, you love little boys, right? I could see it in your eyes, you were excited to know that he is a little fag.”

“Shut the fuck up!” Charles's body tensed up, he could swear that all of his muscles were now working to set him free, tearing the ties. He wanted to punch his friend's smiling face. His rage started growing. Oh yes, he felt it only once in life, but now it seemed to return.

“All my local friends will be introduced to him. Some of them have rather strange fetishes. Oh yes, your boy...” Mathias turned his face to Charles, smiling for the last time.

It took him few moments to free himself fully before Mathias was even able to react. It happened so fast that the man could not believe it, so fast that he wasn't able to think a single thought. Mathias was still shocked when Charles punched him, sending him onto the floor. Not able to control himself he kicked his former friend's body as if he wanted to make sure that this broken man will not be a threat anymore. Charles wanted him to pay for everything he told and did so far. For all the abused boys and his perverted plans of abducting Geoffroy. For the final betrayal.

“And this one is for Geoffroy!” He hissed, kicking the man once more. His rage faded, as he started to look around for some clothes to wear, realizing he needed to get back home as soon as possible and make sure that his son was safe. Turning away from Mathias, reaching for some old, oil-smeared shirt. "I will give you a chance to escape and then send the cops from all around the Europe to catch you. You have one hour to leave Paris."

“I will get him one day...” The man stated, spitting blood.

The perverted man was still on the floor, barely breathing, almost crying. All of his plans and desires were now shattered. Years of planning, setting traps, years of the eternal suffering. Everything was gone and once again this happened because of his friend. Every single moment of his life seemed to happen again. He sensed it all. The few moments of true happiness, all the boys he abused, the pleasure and pain. His only dream. He could swear that when he looked at Charles dressing, he saw him as if he was thirteen years old boy, not a man. He blinked, still seeing it. Yes, this was the only happy moment in his miserable life. But now everything ended, the last chapter of his tragic story.

“I've always loved you, but the pain...” He said with his last breath and closed his eyes.

Charles looked at him, feeling that his own chest was about to tear apart. His heart was shaking as he realized what happened, he killed his own friend, the person he swore to protect when they were kids. They were ready to give life for each other and hoped that they will stay forever young. Young, full of joy, always playing their little games and sharing their childhood. Mathias was still dreaming of the past and never really grew up. Charles realized that all the tragic events caused his friend to become mentally ill. He knew that this day will haunt him forever. Hearing the sound of an incoming call he reached into the man's pants, grabbing the mobile phone.

“Boss? The boys aren't here. Not in the park, we searched for him everywhere.” One of Mathias's thugs said.

“Go to his mansion and get him, his son's room is on the first floor. Get him now!” Charles tried to impersonate his friend's voice, hoping that man on the other side won't be able to tell the difference. After he ended the call he called another person, whose phone number he got memorized in the case of an emergency. This was an emergency. “Charles here. Listen, I'm in the troubles. Will explain it to you later, but for now, I must ask you to send a patrol to my home. Someone will try to break inside in a few moments.”

“What the fuck, Charles?” He heard a familiar voice. He had some high ranked friends in the police department but never used their aid.

“Send them now! And stay there till I'm back. You will need to help me clean this shit up.” Charles explained, ending the conversation. He wanted to leave but then reached for the mobile to make another, final call.

“Come on, Geoffroy, answer...” The man whispered, hearing nothing but the dial tones. “For god's sake...” He sensed that something was wrong, that his son was in a trouble or pain. This awful feeling did not leave him even now. He only hoped that the police will be able to stop the thugs in time.

The clock showed 16:30 as he left the place, seeing that he was in some old warehouse, still on the same street as before. He even spotted his car, still parked right next to Mathias's house.

“Keys, keys...” He whispered and walked back to the room, reaching into the pocket of his old pants which were now cut into pieces. Then he stared at the TV screen. His son's face was still there. “Right, how could I forget.”

Ejecting the disc he grabbed it with both hands as if it was the greatest treasure. Charles hoped that this was the only copy and that it wasn't shared by Mathias. This was going to be the first thing that his friends in the police department will be investigating. Breaking the disc into four the man slid the pieces into his pants. He wanted to throw it right away, but he figured out that it will be more secure to drop every piece in different place, so nobody will be ever able to put it back together. It seemed beyond repair but now he became paranoid. He wanted his son to be safe and tried to call him again, getting no response.

Starting the engine and looking at himself in the mirror he inhaled deeply. “So, that's it. The end of an era...” He thought to himself, hoping that the bad dream was over and that his past will not return to him anymore. It seemed so distant already. Charles wanted to focus on driving, thinking of what he will tell the police, but his own brain was playing tricks on him. Repeating over and over the same phase as if it was some kind of credo. “I killed my friend. I killed Mathias. I killed Mathias...”

Charles reached for the first piece of broken disc and threw it into a river, preparing to close one of the worst chapters in his life. He needed to speak to someone, but he had only his own son, who was too young to understand what just happened. Oh yes, his young, not so innocent and still silly little boy named Geoffroy. The silly Geoffroy. The little guy.