Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/2688890.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      Drake_and_Josh
  Relationship:
      Drake/Josh, Drake/OC's, Josh/Mindy_Crenshaw
  Character:
      Drake_Parker, Josh_Nichols, Megan_Parker, Audrey_Parker, Walter_Nichols,
      OC's
  Additional Tags:
      Dark_Alternate_Universe, dark_au, Dominant_Masochism, Submissives,
      Punishment, Physical_Abuse, sex_slaves, Romance, Angst, Hurt/Comfort,
      Rape, Broken_rib, Megan_in_a_coma, spell_book, Magic, space_and_time
      travel, New_World, Dark_World, Healing_Potion, Underage_Sex, Not_all_tags
      will_be_used_in_the_first_part_of_this_verse
  Series:
      Part 1 of Drake_and_Josh_-_(World_Repugnant)
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-11-29 Completed: 2016-07-22 Chapters: 6/6 Words: 8425
****** Drake and Josh - (World Repugnant) ******
by Demitria_Teague
Summary
     Under mind control Megan sends Drake to a dark world governed by a
     twisted masochistic ruler. As Drake adjusts to his new life as a
     Submissive Josh and Megan search for a way to get him back. The Drake
     who returns has changed in more ways than one. Will his
     transformation be too much for Josh to handle?
     There's going to be one more chapter added to this, then I'm going to
     start the next part in a separate posting as it officially becomes a
     Verse. The next Verse is going to focus on the obedience training
     that Drake is forced to go through, which will prepare him for life
     as a full time member on the new world he landed on.
Notes
     Repugnant - extremely distasteful, unacceptable
     So, I began this story years ago on Fan Fiction and I had posted 3
     chapters before I quit working on it. Years later, I have picked it
     back up and recently added a new chapter. I hope that by posting it
     here that I can get people interested in it again.
     Future warning to the wise: If you're looking for a bright and shiny
     fluffy romance slash fic, this is not it. There is going to be
     romance, but a lot of angst/hurt/comfort stuff going on. A lot of
     mental damage is going to have to be healed from before any truly
     good stuff can happen. It doesn't mean we can't enjoy the slight
     light moments in between, though.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Prank *****
   
   Over the course of.. how ever many years I've been working on this fic I
designed two covers for it.  I don't know how I ended up just now posting them.
  The cover for the second part of this Verse will be up the day it's posted.
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"Stupid Commercials!" Megan threw the remote across the couch.
"What's wrong honey?" Her mom was just coming out of the laundry room with a
basket full of clothes propped on her hip.
Megan stood up and headed towards her room. "What's the point of having cable
if theirs never anything on?"
Josh passed Megan on his way to the kitchen. "Move Boob." She elbowed him into
the wall.
"Ow," he squeaked, "Megan!"
He detached his face from the floor and walked into the kitchen. Drake was
sitting at the table staring at a bottle of Orange Juice.
"What are you doing?" Josh asked, pulling out a chair and sitting down.
"Sshh...The bottle says concentrate." He pointed to a spot on the jug.
Josh shook his head. "How did you manage to get into high school?"
Walter peeked his head in from the living room. "Have you boys seen my keys?"
Josh shook his head no. "What's with Drake?"
Josh made a face. "He's concentrating. Don't ask."
"Um..ok." He rushed off muttering to himself.
"Josh!"
He jumped and his chair fell over. "Megan." He squeaked.
"Be quiet Boob. I just talked to mom and she said that you have to take me to
the library. I'l be ready in five." She disappeared behind the door and Josh
listened as her footsteps receded down the hallway.
"Yay! Look at all the books." Megan was jumping up and down and clapping her
hands.
"Since when are you so excited to see books?" Josh asked skeptically.
She started walking down one of the isles. "Since always. Duh!"
"Josh. Josh." Drake ran through the library until he reached his brother.
"Josh."
"What?"
"Your never going to believe this." His expression was comical.
"Again, what?"
"There is a guy outside that can balance a hot dog on his head while juggling
tennis balls."
Sighing, Josh said, "Wow Drake. For a second there I thought you might have
something interesting to say." He started after Megan.
Drake through his hand up. "What? It's amazing." He started after Josh. "It's
balancing a hot dog and juggling. Amazing."
"Shhh...!"
There was an old woman with tiny spectacles on the end of her nose glaring at
him from behind a desk. "This is a library."
"Ugh..Duh!" He darted off after Josh when she stood up.
"Man she's been doing that for an hour now." Drake had plopped down onto a blue
beanbag chair hoping that Megan would find her books and they would be leaving
early, but every time she chose one book she'd put one back and go off in
search for another one to replace it.
Josh nodded. "Yeah. If she keeps going like this were not going to get home
until tomorrow."
"Megan come on." Drake winced as he heard his voice echo. He hadn't meant to be
that loud.
A voice echoed in reply. "That's it young man. Your out of here."
"Oh crap! It's that lady from earlier." Drake struggled to get up. His butt was
sunk all the way to the floor. "I hate these things."
Josh peeked around the nearest bookcase and could see an old lady coming their
way. "Man, here she comes."
Drake had to roll off of the beanbag just to get up. "Come on." He grabbed Josh
by the sleeve and ran towards the door. "Megan."
Megan looked up and rolled her eyes. "What did you boobs do this time?" She
tried to yank away when Drake grabbed her wrist and started pulling her towards
the door. "That's it!" She ground her feet on the floor and used Drakes weight
against him. He flew forward and she twisted his arm. The change in motion sent
his body into a flip and his body hit the floor with a thud.
"Ow." Was his only reaction.
Josh was shocked. "How do you do that?"
She pinned him with a glare, then jumped at him. He squealed and ran, not
bothering to slow down, he threw the door open and continued his run outside
and kept going.
"Couldn't have done it better myself." The old lady came up behind Megan and
put an arm over her shoulders.
Megan smiled triumphantly. "Thanks Mrs. Tanner. Boobs never saw it coming."
***** Eery Library *****
Megan had been laying in bed for hours. No matter how hard she tried she
couldn't fall asleep. Her mind kept wandering back to the prank she had played
on her brothers at the library. Victory was always sweet, but she had never
been plagued by this feeling before. It was almost like something was calling
her back.
A cold chill began to spread all the way across her body. She started shivering
and pulled her cover tighter around her. "Leave me alone," she whispered. A
thick fog began to cloud her vision and her mind began to slip into a deep
slumber.
The next morning Megan awoke with no memory of the previous night. She got
dressed and went downstairs for breakfast. Drake was hogging down a bowl of
Fruity Pebbles and Josh was reading the back of the Cheerio box.
"Good morning sweety?"
Megan blinked at her mom. She was way too tired to return the greeting. The
chair screeched across the tile floor as she flopped down into it. She pored
herself a bowl of Fruit Loops. The milk tasted cool and wonderful against her
tongue.
Her mouth felt so dry this morning. After she finished her cereal she pored
herself a glass of water and gulped the entire cup down. Her mother asked if
she was ok.
"I'm fine mom." She said as reassuringly as she could manage. Truth was she
wasn't fine. A strange de'ja'vu feeling was growing stronger by the second and
her throat felt like a desert.
"Bring him to me..."
Megan began to shake. She had heard that voice loud and clear and remembered
everything from the night before. Her lungs began to burn and she realized that
she had stopped breathing. A hand come out of no where and rested on her fore-
head. She jumped and jerked away.
"Honey, are you alright?" Her mother was staring at her. "Your all pale. Maybe
you shouldn't go to school today."
Megan shook her head. The last thing she wanted to do was be stuck in this
house all day long. "No," she managed to say, "I'm fine. Just a little warm. I
think it's the weather change." That seemed to make her mother happy and she
nodded.
After school Megan went back to the library. She hadn't meant to end up there.
A blink of her eyes and she was nowhere near her home driveway. How had she
even gotten here? Had she honestly walked all this way?
Her hands shook as she reached for the door knob. She had a sinking feeling in
her gut that she was making a huge mistake in some way. Her eyes began to sting
and she felt a warm tear slide down her cheek. She gulped and turned the door
knob. "I'm sorry guys." she said aloud to her family.
She was afraid that she'd never see them again.
Drake strummed a few cords on his guitar. He winced at the horrible sound that
came out. "Whose been messing with my guitar?" He was positive that it was
Megan. Sometimes, she seriously got on his nerves.
What could he do, though. She had played so many pranks on him in the past and
always managed to get away with them. A tick worked in his jaw as he replayed a
scene from a few of Megan's evil plots. They just played out so well that it
made him sick. He didn't doubt that she had something else up her sleeve.
Josh walked in the room and glared at Drake. "Don't ask." He was soaked in
water from head to toe. Drake nodded in understanding. "Megan?"
"Yeah, and how she managed to install sprinklers I'll never know."
The phone started to ring. Drake picked it up. "Hello?" he said into the
receiver. It was Megan and she sounded scared.
"I'm at the library." Her voice was barely above a whisper. Drake had to strain
to hear her. He looked at his watch and was shocked at the time. "Megan, it's
eight o'clock at night. What are you doing at the library?"
The line was silent for a minute then she spoke quickly. "Just come and pick me
up. Please Drake! I'm scared!"
He jumped up and grabbed his car keys. "We'll be right there." Josh had just
finished changing clothes when Drake grabbed him by the collar and pulled him
out the door and towards the car.
"That doesn't make since." Josh said after Drake had repeated his and Megan's
phone conversations. "Why would she be there so late? It's not like Megan.
Somethings off."
"Something like what?"
Josh made a face. He couldn't believe that Drake had actually made it into high
school.
The library came into view. Drake pulled into the driveway and turned the
ignition off. "Man it's so dark out here. Ugh..Why don't you go get her."
"Why me?" Josh said nervously. He had a bad feeling that something just wasn't
right.
"It looks like the library is watching us." Drake said. He was terrified.
"Like, we're the prey and it's the huge monster that going to eat us."
"Would you cut it out!" Josh squeaked. "Your freaking me out!"
Where was Megan? She was supposed to meet him out front. Drake clicked his
tongue and felt the panic begin to rise. He had considered getting out of the
car to go find her, but he was too scared.
The passenger side door opened. Drake grabbed Josh's arm as he started to climb
out of the car. "Are you crazy! We don't even know what's out there."
Josh sighed and pulled his arm loose. "It's the library at night. Nothing is
going to get us and we have to find Megan, so stop fooling around." He stepped
out of the car and took in a deep breath. He just wished that he felt as
confident as he sounded. His legs were shaky as he took his first few steps
towards the library's front door.
The door opened and Megan stepped out. "Hey guys. I'm so glad your here."
Josh relaxed and marched the rest of the way to her. "Why are you here. Mom is
going to be furious." She just smiled and Josh noticed that it didn't reach her
eyes. "Are you ok?" He asked her.
She nodded and turned back toward the entrance of the library. "I have to show
you both something. Get drake and I'll meet you down stairs." She turned around
and began to walk towards the stairs that descended to the bottom floor.
"Wait, Megan!" Josh was nervous now. He didn't like this, any of it. He shook
it off as best he could and turned toward Drake. "Come on!" He yelled.
Drake wasn't nervous anymore since he had seen that Megan was ok. He got out of
the car and joined Josh at the door. "Where'd Megan go?"
"Down stairs." Josh pulled Drake behind him and creeped inside. "She said to
meet her down there."
"Why?"
"I don't know why."
The stairs creaked as they descended down them. Every time it happened they
would move closer to each other and keep going as more of one person than two.
When they reached the bottom they found Megan sitting cross legged on one of
the study tables. She had her eyes closed and had her index fingers pressed to
her thumbs in a meditation pose.
They moved towards her both thinking the same thing. 'What the heck was she
doing?'
Josh spoke first. "Megan, what'cha doing?"
She didn't answer. She didn't even flinch when Drake waved his hand in front of
her face. He looked at Josh and made a face. "Ok, What do we do now?"
Josh shrugged. "I guess we can carry her. I just want to get out of here."
Each of them took an arm and tried to lift her. She was firmly stuck to her
place. "Man, she's heavy." Drake was huffing and puffing.
Josh made a face. "She wasn't that heavy. We didn't even move her anywhere."
The ground began to rumble. What was going on. Josh jumped when Megan opened
her eyes and began to call out words that he couldn't understand. Her eyes were
glazed over and it appeared that she was looking through him instead of at him.
Her words seemed to be the cause of the ground shaking, because the louder she
got the more powerful the shake became.
Josh didn't know what to do. He helled on to the table to keep his balance.
Something inside his gut told him that if he didn't get out of here now he
wouldn't be able to later. He made a quick choice. He calculated how far Drake
was and how far the stairs were.
Neither was far. "Drake?"
Drake was on the floor. He had his arms wrapped around one leg of the table and
his legs around another. "What?"
"When I say run we're going to run."
"Ok."
Dang, that was easy. Josh counted to five then yelled, "RUN!" He pushed back
from the table and started towards the stairs. Drake jumped to his feet and
started to run. He stopped and stared at Megan. He couldn't just leave her
here.
"Drake, Come on!" Josh yelled. He could hardly hear himself over the rumbling.
Drake looked at him and back at Megan. "I can't just leave her here." He yelled
back. "You go and get help! Come find us!" He pointed towards the top of the
stairs. "Now, GO!"
Josh took a deep breath and with tears in his eyes he flew the rest of the way
up the stairs and out of the library. He jumped in the car and reached for his
phone. His fingers paused over the buttons. Who was he supposed to call? That
would be an interesting conversation no matter who it was.
"Hello, this is Josh. Yeah, my sister is in a trance and is making the ground
shake with just words and my brother is staying behind, because he feels to
guilty to leave her behind and I just need some help. I'm not sure with what,
but with something?"
He didn't even know if they were in any danger. What the heck was going on? He
sat there for a few minutes and then layed the phone down. He just didn't know
who to call. On the outside the library looked calm.
Wait a second. He stared at the library for a second and realized that the
walls had stopped shaking. He jumped out of the car and raced back inside. When
he got to the bottom of the stairs he froze. Megan was laying face first on the
floor and Drake was no where in sight.
***** Disaster and Violation *****
Drake groaned. He felt the pain before he ever opened his eyes. There was a
sharp stitch, burning in his right side. When he tried to sit up the pain was
so severe that he lost his breath. He fell back down gasping for air. He had no
previous experience with broken ribs, but he had the sinking feeling that
that's what it was.
He heard large booming sounds and as he listened closer he realized that they
were foot steps and they were getting closer. This is the first time he had
actually looked around. He felt his stomach drop when he realized that he was
in a cave. How had he gotten here? "Josh..." He gasped again as the same pain
exploded through his chest.
He gasped for air again. As afraid as he was, it was impossible for him to
move. He remained motionless. Slivers of conversation started to float to him.
"...in the second cavern room..." It was a male voice, very low, almost booming
around the cavern walls.
"The boss says he's gorgeous. I'm gonna..." Drake wasn't sure what the second
guy said after that, but his skin crawled at the high pitched laugh he let out.
It reminded him of any egomaniac cartoon bad guy that he had watched on TV.
Except this wasn't a cartoon and he was really here, in pain, with no way to
escape.
He clawed at the ground and bit his lip as he tried desperately to stand. His
eyes watered at the pain he felt, but he needed to at least get on his feet
before these guys got here. He just knew that this is where they were headed
and he had a bad feeling. The foot steps were to his left now. He turned and
his stomach dropped when he got his first glimpse of these men.
The taller one looked like he had the world's most natural dark tan. The kind
that made every teenage, bikini wearing girl sick. His eyes were a strange
shade of brown and green. He couldn't remember what that color was called, but
he knew it meant they changed colors often. His hair hung to his waist and it
was a thick mass of light brown and blonde waves.
He wore a thick, deep red leather jacket that hung to his ankle and no shirt
underneath. His pants were black, wide legged and stopped at his ankles. His
feet were visible and Drake could tell that he had some kind of cloth stretch
from the heel to his toe. If he remembered correctly they were called feet
thongs. Megan had owned a pair of those before when she refused to wear shoes
because she had been having 'a mood' that lasted a week long.
This guy didn't bother him the way the shorter one did. He wasn't much shorter,
just a couple of inches and the look he was giving him made his skin crawl. His
eyes were a bright yellow color and there was a black slit in them, just like a
cats. They were surrounded by abnormally thick, black lashes that swept
outwards. His lips were very large and the only reason Drake noticed them was
because he was wearing a sparkling pink gloss that shimmered every time he
moved. His hair was bright red and was tied into a long thick braid that rested
over his left shoulder. He wasn't wearing a shirt either and the leather jacket
he wore mirrored the other guys, but it was black.
He wore ripped light blue jeans that reached his ankles. His shoes were just as
ugly in a sick green color.
"Hey there," the short guy said. His voice was high, making him sound girly,
but in a horrible nasily way.
Wrapping his arm around his chest Drake took slow, shallow breaths. "Who are
you?"
The short guy let out another annoying, high pitched laugh. When he sobered he
said, "I am Venus and this here..." He motioned to the other guy. "...is my
partner An'vil." The way he said partner would make any one think he was
talking about someone he worked with, but he got the feeling that they'd be
wrong.
It was getting harder to breath. "How did I get here?" Drake asked. He had to
concentrate on what he said, because all he wanted to scream was, "TAKE ME
HOME! I WANT TO GO HOME!"
"Stop playing with him Venus," An'vil said. His voice was deep, but not as deep
as he had thought earlier. His words were strong and confident. There was an
air of authority behind it, a warning. This guy was definitely the 'man' in the
relationship.
Drake felt queasy. He yelped in pain as he fought to stay on his feet.
An'vil looked at Venus. His face was blank and he didn't speak a word. He just
looked at him.
"Alright, alright," Venus said, taking something out of his pocket. It was a
long vial of light blue liquid. As he helled it up it seemed to glow, even in
the light. "Drink this, kid. You'll feel better."
He lifted the vial, sucking in a deep breath, paused for a second. When he
brought it back down he looked at it for a second as if considering something.
"Guess you probably wouldn't be able to catch it in your state. Here..." He
closed the distance between them causing Drake to seriously consider running
around him and out the door screaming.
"Relax, kid," he said, smiling. His teeth were perfectly shaped and white. How
did someone so creepy get so lucky? His teeth were white, but not like that. He
handed him the vial. Drake took it shakily, afraid he was going to grab his
arm.
"Get back over here," An'vil said. He didn't raise his voice or change his
tone, but Drake could tell that it was a command. What did that mean? Did Venus
have to obey him? What did that mean? Venus spun around and angrily marched
back to An'vil's side.
"We'll return shortly," An'vil said. "Drink that. It will make you feel better.
Broken ribs are no joke." He turned and walked out with Venus at his heels.
Drake waited until their foot steps were far enough away from him to look at
the vial he was holding. The glow affect was really cool. He turned it around
and around in his hands. It reminded him of something he heard about on one of
those stupid science shows that Josh was always watching. Usually, things that
glowed were poisonous.
Was he really willing to risk his life for a few broken ribs? He thought about
it for a second and realized that he didn't have a choice. There was very
obviously not a door anywhere to be had that lead back home and he couldn't
have walked out of it if he'd wanted to. He drank the liquid and pocketed the
vial. He liked things made out of glass.
"What now," he said under his breath as he peeked around the cave opening.
There was one long tunnel that stretched out to his left and right. He was sure
that those guy had went to the left, so he took a slow step to the right and
swayed as a massive dizzy spell hit him. He caught himself on the cave wall and
waited for it to pass. When he could see straight again he stood up straight
and his eyes grew wide.
He patted his chest down. There was no more pain and it didn't hurt to breath.
He would have done his happy dance if he hadn't of heard foot steps coming up
to his left. He took off to the right as fast as his feet would go. He hadn't
run this hard in...psh...he didn't know when. He was huffing and puffing as he
came to another tunnel, but he didn't slow down.
His shoes slid across dirt as he turned the corner. His hands came out and he
barely caught his balance. Sucking in air he calmed his shaky nerves, thankful
that he hadn't landed on his face. This was actually a hard thing to do,
because of his air deprived lungs. His heart was beating so fast that it felt
like it would beat out of his chest.
If he ever got out of this place he promised himself that he would start
working out. This was ridiculous. Not only was he out of breath, but he didn't
know where he was and if they caught him... He didn't want to think about what
would happen if they caught him. His heart skipped a beat when he realized that
he didn't know where he was going.
What if he just ended up in another group of them... As that thought entered
his head he came to an abrupt halt. His stomach dropped. What he saw in front
of him made his blood go icy. The entire expanse of space was below him and he
saw metal bars that reach way over his head that formed intire areas and there
were people locked inside of them.
Directly in front of the barred area was a squared floor and it was closed in
by glass. He didn't know what that area was for and he didn't want to know. The
floor sparkled silver and the color ran a part of the way up the cave walls. As
he looked closer he got a strange feeling. He knelt down to get a better view.
Cages, glass rooms, what was missing?
People in charge! He couldn't remember the word of people who were in charge.
He was sure it was like those prison movies that Megan was always watching. He
gasped when he heard foot steps behind him. He jumped to his feet and spun
around. The short red headed guy was there with a smirk on his face.
"So, you're not going to be boring after all," he said and took a step forward.
Drake opened his mouth to say something, anything, when the guy slammed a fist
in to his face.
The sound of the heart monitor graded on Josh's nerves. He had been fidgeting
ever since his parents had left the room with the doctor. Why had they forced
him to stay here? Megan was still unconscious and looking at her made him think
of Drake and the fact that the police still hadn't found him. This was all too
much! He stood up with such force that the chair fell over.
He ignored it and hurried out of the room. It took all of the strength he had
left to walk instead of run down the hallway. The sliding doors didn't slide
fast enough for him and when he finally got outside he was panting in
frustration. He sank to the concrete with his back up against the wall.
Normally, he detested the smell of cigarettes, but tonight the smell of ash
just added to the nightmarish decor of events that kept unfolding.
He leaned back and closed his eyes, breathing in the warm air. "Where are you,
Drake?" He mumbled under his breath.
Drake awakened to realize he was being dragged. His hands were bound in front
of him and the two goons from earlier were holding him under the arms. They had
a pretty firm grip and he guessed they were a lot stronger than they looked if
they could keep his body up like this. He brought his legs up and tried to
walk, but the guys' grip was as good as he thought and his feet were jerked
right back out from under him.
"Oh, would you look at that? He's awake." It was the short guy. What was his
name again? The other guy didn't respond. They stopped walking and let him
stand up. The short guy tightened his grip and said, "As long as you don't
struggle you won't get hurt."
What was that supposed to mean?
"I'm walking already. Where are we going anyway?"
"We're going to the entry chamber. You get to meet our King. He is the ruler of
this palace and you had better learn to respect him from the beginning. Just a
word to the wise. He is the one who decides rather you are entered in or
destroyed."
"It's your choice."
He gulped as he thought of his next question. "How does he decide who he
destroys?"
Shorty laughed. "You'll see."
They stopped in front of two large doors that appeared to be made of black
concrete. Muffled screams could be heard coming through it. Drake tried to pull
away, but the grip on both arms intensified until he couldn't stand it. He quit
moving, hoping they would get the hint and loosen up. They did and he gulped
again as the doors began to rumble. Slowly, they opened to reveal a huge room
that stretched up so far that Drake couldn't see the top.
There was only darkness up there. His eyes got wide as he saw where the screams
were coming from. A guy who appeared to be around his age was pinned down
forward and a tall man with bright pink hair was pushing up against him from
behind. He was raping him!
"Your turn." A deep voice said.
Drake squealed as he was forced down to his knees. "No, please!" He begged. His
hair was yanked from behind. The voice that spoke to him wasn't the short guy.
It was more controlled, much deeper. It was scarier.
"I will make this as gentle as I can," the voice said. "You either take it or I
have someone hold you. If you take the second choice I will hurt you on
purpose. Do you understand?"
Drake's stomach dropped. There was no getting out of this. Tears pooled in his
eyes and began to flow down his cheeks.
"Aww, look at that," Shorty said. "He probably wants his mommy right about
now." He clipped him gently under the chin. "Man up, kid. Your mommy will never
help you again."
"Your stuck here. Our King's first rule is simply this: Fuck them hard. Let
them know that their life no longer belongs to themselves. You are now property
sweet heart. Get used to it."
Drake couldn't even see straight from crying so hard. He felt so weak that he
didn't fight at all as his clothes were removed and a warm cream was applied
between his thighs. He dug his fingers in to the dirt as someone ran there
hands down each side of his hips and drew them up higher. He cried out as they
entered him from behind. The first strokes were pure agony.
He felt like he was being ripped apart from the inside out, but still he didn't
resist. What would be the point? It ended with the guy slamming in to him,
which made him cry out again. He was left there, naked and in pain. Shorty
and.. It had been the other guy.. They crossed the dirt over to a big man
sitting on a golden thrown.
What was his name?
The fact that he couldn't remember the names of the guy's who had done this to
him added to his present agony and he felt more tears pour down his face. He
wanted to die. He hoped they decided to kill him.
NO!
No? Who had said that? He tried to lift his head to look around, but the slight
movement caused him to gasp in pain. He layed his head back down. Images of his
family begin to swirl around in his mind. Megan and her stupid hamster, Josh
and his stupid game sphere, his mom and Walter dancing in the kitchen...
His vision got cloudy and he sank in to a blissful darkness of distant lovely
memories.
***** One Month Later *****
Chapter Notes
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Drake didn't wake up so much as become aware that he wasn't dreaming any more.
He can feel the springs of what ever he's laying on poking in to his back.
Groaning, he slowly slides his eyes open. The room is barely illuminated from a
setting sun whose light is filtering in through the only window in the room. It
takes him a few minutes to realize that the room he's in is made purely of
concrete and that he's laying on a tiny sheet less mattress that's placed on
the floor.
He exhales air out of his nose as he sits up. His fingers involuntarily squeeze
the mattress as pain ripples through his lower stomach and he remembers every
thing. He'd been pulled in to some other world, knocked out, dragged, raped ...
He's eyes widen and his knees go weak as the last word repeats itself in his
mind. Raped.
Bits of conversation comes back to him and he remembers them saying that his
life no longer belongs to him. That he's some one's property. The thought that
they were going to keep doing this to him made him sick to his stomach. It's
difficult to do with out causing himself more pain, but he manages to stand up.
When he's on his feet he realizes that he hurts in more places than just his
stomach. Where the guy had forced himself inside of him starts stinging and it
feels like he's been stretched out and rubbed raw. His movements are stiff and
slow as he sidles himself across the room towards the light. It feels good on
his skin and it's warmth makes him realize how cold the room is. He leans his
head against the bars on the window and scans the area out side.
The room he's in is up high and it over looks a ton of trees, almost like
there's a forest beneath them. He wonders if the trees are all around the
building. A new thought catches him off guard and he feels scared all over
again. Was he in the same place as before or had they moved him? If they had
moved him why had they done it and what did it mean for him?
He strains his neck as he tries to see if he can see any thing else. The only
thing he can see is the beginning of a dirt path that veers off to the right.
He wonders where it leads, but doesn't think too hard on it. He suddenly
wonders where the door is. He turns around and spots a massive steel door that
resembles a jail cell door only it's made of much better looking metal and the
bars are thicker.
It feels like the door is looming over him. The sensation causes a wave of
hopelessness to sweep through him and he sinks down to the floor. His eyes
begin to sting before a single tear rolls down his cheek. Then another and
another. He crumbles the rest of the way to the floor as a gut wrenching sobs
breaks from somewhere deep inside of him, pulling his knees to his chest for
comfort.
He rocks slightly as he's forced to relive the memories of the things he's
endured as if they're happening again. He pants as he feels the confusion at
finding himself in the cave, his muscles tense up as he struggles against the
grips of the two guys who are dragging him in to the the throne room and he
cries out as feels himself being forcefully penetrated from behind. His hips
rock back and forth of their own accord and his fingernails are ground to bits
as he digs at the concrete floor beneath him. "No," he begs. "It hurts. Please
stop."
A mocking laugh echoes around him. It makes him feel small, weak, pathetic.
He scrambles to his knees suddenly and he starts gagging as his stomach visibly
lurches in on its self. His throat burns and his eyes water as the contents of
his stomach are violently ejected from his body. When there's nothing left to
throw up the muscles in his stomach continue to clinch and he's forced to dry
heave until they stop. By the time he's finished his muscles are burning and
shaky. He's too tired and too numb to care that the concrete is digging in to
his knees as he crawls back to the springy mattress.
His mind feels like it's floating out in space some where as he curls up on his
side. He doesn't have to lay there long before his consciousness is swallowed
by a blackness so deep that he doesn't dream of any thing. His rest isn't so
much a good one, but as per his bodies request, is a required one. It needs to
heal. Not just physically, but mentally.
XXX
One Month Later
Josh can't believe it. The hospital had phoned a little under an hour ago to
tell them that Megan had finally woken up. They don't know the extinct of her
condition yet, which is one of the main reasons his dad is speeding through
traffic to get there.
"Walter, could you please slow down," Audrey snaps, as they shoot to the next
lane and a car repeatedly honks at them. "I don't think it's going to do any
good if we die in a car crash on the way to the hospital. They are going over a
large bridge and Josh figures if they don't die they're going to get pulled
over. He doesn't say anything, though. There's really no point.
The over all stress of Drake's disappearance and wondering if Megan was ever
going to wake back up had put a serious toll on the family. All of them had
found their own ways of dealing with the situation. Audrey had just cried a
lot. His dad had became increasingly more agitated and gained a bit of a lead
foot. Josh would be lying if he said that he hadn't done some crying of his
own, but mostly he just sat in his room a lot.
He'd turn off the lights and just sit there. The room was so quiet and odd with
out Drake's music or even Megan's pranks to feel the gap. Ok, so some times
he'd sit on the edge of his bed while eating a bag of chips while he stared at
Drakes bed. He missed his brother. So, sue him.
Call the chip police. He didn't care. He didn't care about much these days. The
only thing that had sparked a semblance of the, as of late, unfamiliar feeling
of sweet ringing joy was the news about Megan waking up. He shifted beneath his
seat belt. As much as he didn't want to die in a car crash, or have his dad
arrested for breaking the speed limit, he really wanted to just be there
already.
Josh's grip tightens on his seat belt as the car slides in to the hospital
parking lot sideways. His dad picks the closest available spot to speed in to.
He doesn't understand how he manages to slow down so fast, but he does and the
engine goes dead. Walter is out of the car, leaving an angry Audrey yelling at
him from the passengers seat. Josh ignores them both and undoes his seat belt.
He gets out goes around to let her out. Together they make their way in to the
hospital.
His dad is standing just inside the sterile white waiting room. There are a few
people sitting on the bench on the far right wall and a woman sitting in one of
the black chairs in the middle of the room. Audrey gives her husband an intense
look before going to the check in window and telling them why they're there. A
few minutes later Dr. Howard comes out of the main double doors.
"How is she," Audrey asks automatically. "She's really awake?"
Josh pats her arm in a comforting way.
Dr. Howard adjusts his glasses as he says, "She woke up about an hour ago. Her
vitals are all strong. She is having some trouble remembering what happened the
night you guys found her."
Josh just grinds his teeth. The word guys made him think of Drake and he was
past the sad point. The mere mention of Drake's name made him angry. He felt
this way because the whole thing was beyond weird. Megan had been acting
strange that night.
She'd been chanting in a weird language and... His train of thought crashed
around him like breaking glass as he realized the doctor was still speaking to
him. "What? I'm sorry. Say that again."
He eyes him curiously. "Are you feeling alright today, son?"
"Yeah." He was and he didn't feel like being examined by a doctor. "Can we just
go see Megan already?"
"Josh," his dad warns.
Josh looked at him. His face is neutral. He wasn't trying to be rude and he
didn't want to fight. He just wanted to see his sister.
"No, it's fine," Dr. Howard inserted. "He's just eager and it's understandable.
It's been a difficult month for all of you. If you'll just follow me to her
room." He turned and they started the long walk down the familiar hallway
they'd been taking since Megan had been admitted.
Megan's room was on the third floor. It was the children's ward and she was in
room 395. It was a spacious room with a break table and even a mini fridge in
one corner. Megan's bed was in the center of the room and it was the first
thing you saw when you opened the door. Josh's face lit up as he spotted his
sister sitting up in her bed.
Her long brown hair was well brushed and as he walked towards her he couldn't
help but notice how the natural light made it seem like she was glowing. Megan
spotted him and her face broke in to a huge smile. "Josh," she cried and helled
out her arms. He hugged her tightly and made room for Audrey and her dad to do
the same.
Megan pulled back from Audrey and looked around. "When I woke up and they told
me I had been in a coma for a month I thought they were kidding. I guess not,
huh?"
"No," was all Josh could manage.
"It's been really hard," Audrey added.
Walter patted her shoulder. "It's been really difficult with out you around
kiddo."
Megan peered over Josh's shoulder. Her eye brows were drawn together tightly as
she looked back at him. His throat felt tight and it was suddenly hard to
breath, because he knew what she was going to ask. The expectation didn't make
it any less harder to take. "Where's Drake?"
Josh felt Audrey stiffen beside him and he caught the confusion that crossed
Megan's expression. Audrey shook her head and Josh swallowed hard before he
could speak. "He's missing."
For a second she didn't look like she believed him, but as she studied their
features some more it changed to an expression of concern. "What do you mean
he's missing? Did he run away or something? Boob doesn't have the guts to spend
the night on his own."
"No, Megan. He didn't run away. He disappeared the same night you passed out.
The police are still searching for him."
Her eyes widened. "Have they found any clues?"
"None."
Audrey pulled Megan in to a quick hug and released her. "We are all concerned,
but right now we just got you back."
Megan stared at her for a second as her words sank in.
"I brought you some clothes. You can get a shower and change, then we'll all go
out and eat. We'll talk about Drake later, ok?"
The way Audrey said ok made Josh feel like she was actually begging for a
conversation change. More for herself than for Megan and he understood why.
They had already been down this road, had these conversations and after a while
you just need to hear about something else. For your own sanities sake.
"Ok, Mom." Megan's voice was small and Josh could hear the pain there. She
didn't say any thing else as she took the small bag Audrey handed her and
headed for the bathroom. Ten minutes later she came out dressed in a pair of
jeans and a purple T-shirt. She quickly put on a pair of new black flip flops
Audrey had bought for her a few days ago.
Audrey had thought it'd be good for Megan to not have to worry with regular
shoes until she got her strength back. That was, when or if she woke up. They
left hospital, Megan holding her moms hand and Walter trailing behind them.
Josh was last. He followed slowly, just watching the scene before him. His
world wasn't alright again.
He didn't feel super excited that they were leaving the hospital, but he did
feel something. Relief. He felt like one stress was off his shoulders. In a
way, he felt guilty for not feeling excited about Megan waking up, but he
refused to allow himself to delve too deeply in to that. Every day was
difficult now and he would be darned if anything was going to make it worse.
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***** Life Sucks *****
Chapter Summary
     This isn't a long chapter, because it's the end to this part of the
     Verse. It's basically sealing Drake's fate in this world and opening
     it up for the next part to the Verse.
The first three days in the cell had been full of nothing, but him laying
around and fearing that someone was going to come in and hurt him again. As
time went by, with him always waking to find a plate of food waiting for him
and no people, he had slowly adjusted to the routine. So, when he heard the
sound of footsteps getting closer to him he started panicking, turning around
to face the cell door. As they got closer he could hear the sound of keys
rattling. Wide eyed, chest heaving, he involuntarily pressed himself as hard as
he could back into the concrete beneath the window.
He didn’t remember anyone coming into the cell or moving, but when he opened
his eyes, there was a guy that couldn’t be much older than him sitting in a
chair beside the mattress he slept on. He had soft features, a straight nose
and messy light brown hair. The more he studied him, the more he realized that
his hair wasn’t messy it was styled that way and he had really thin brows, like
they’d been shaped like a girl would do. The expression he was watching him
with was sharp and it made Drake gulp and scoot further back on his mattress.
He didn’t have much room to move until he felt cold concrete touching his
flesh.
He shivered from how cold it was.
“Are you done,” the guy said, narrowing his eyes a little bit more.
Drake couldn’t make himself speak. He was too afraid and even if he hadn’t of
been he wouldn’t have known what to say. ‘Please don’t hurt me?’ ‘I want to go
home.’ Yeah, he could see either of those going over well. He felt more
helpless than he had the day he’d first gotten there, because now he knew what
to expect and that gave him even more reason to know that there was nothing he
could do to stop them.
The guy sighed and leaned back to cross his legs. It was then that Drake
realized he was wearing some weird suit thing. His pants and vest were made of
some almost silver scratchy looking material and his undershirt was a simple
white button down. He had the top two buttons undone. His shoes were black and
shiny and as he adjusted the way he was sitting, the sun reflected off their
surface.
This time, the sound of his voice made Drake jump. “My information tells me
that your name is Drake Parker. Is that true?”
He was so scared and felt so uncomfortable that he could feel tremors start to
move under his skin. He was afraid that if he didn’t answer him that they would
hurt him again, so he conjured up every ounce of willpower he had to speak. His
voice came out deep and strained from not using it for so long. “Yes,” he said.
If he expected any kind of acknowledgement for his achievement, it didn’t come.
The guy just continued with his questions. “You’re sixteen years old?”
“Yes.”
“Do you know how long you’ve been here?”
He shook his head. “No.”
“According to my information you’ve been here for two months.”
Drakes heartbeat sped up. There’s no way he could have been here that long. The
guy must have recognized his confused expression, because he clarified with:
“Sometimes, they put you into a coma sleep until they’re able to place you in
the training program.”
“C..Ccoma sleep?” He was horrified at the prospect that someone could literally
make him unconscious until they felt like waking him up again.
Ignoring the question, the guy stood up and said, “By the way, my name is Eli
Hannigan. After today, you’ll most likely only see me once more before your
placement in training. I’ll be your guide as long as you’re on World Repugnant.
I’ll be back in a few hours and you’ll get a chance to join the rest of the
community in the Dining Hall.” He flicked his head to the side as a lock of
hair fell over his eyes. “Have you eaten at all today?”
Drake shook his head no.
“Alright, then. I’ll return in a few.” Pursing his lips, he turned away from
him and left the cell.
The sound of the cell door closing was deafening. The words training, community
and Coma Sleep kept repeating itself in his mind. Where the heck was he? For a
long time he just sat there, staring at the cell door. He was in some weird
dimension, locked in a concrete walled prison and there was no way for him to
escape.
He was going to grow up here. He was most likely going to die here. The slight
clinch of his stomach was his body's way of warning him that if he didn’t think
about something else and fast, he was going to throw up whatever food was left
in his stomach. It’d been awhile since he’d thrown up and the last time he’d
done it his ribs had been so sore from the times previous. In two months he’d
suffered through enough pain to last a lifetime and he didn’t want to cause
himself any more by refusing to keep his mind on a more positive track.
On shaky legs, he made his way across the cell and pressed his face to the bars
on the window. The sun was still high in the sky and he basked in it’s heat.
Being able to feel the sun on his skin was one of the main things that had kept
him sane since he’d been here. He breathed in fresh air, let it sink into his
lungs and his bones. He moaned and let his arms go limp. This was his life now
and it sucked.
***** Update - 2nd Part of this Verse - The Nebula is UP! *****
Chapter Summary
     The Second Part to this Verse is UP!
     http://archiveofourown.org/works/7550293/chapters/17170963
     Drake has no idea what's going to happen to him now. They've changed
     his style: His clothes, hair... he's even wearing eyeliner and
     glitter. Ugh. When he's forced to leave World Repugnant and get on
     the gigantic space ship called The Nebula, he doesn't know what to
     expect. He soon learns that things can only get worse. It isn't long
     before he's forced to start doing things that he really doesn't want
     to in order to just survive.
     Notes:
-------> Go HERE to read the Prologue!
End Notes
     The title of this fic has been changed from just 'Drake and Josh' to
     'Drake and Josh - (World Repugnant) It's more fitting, don't you
     think?
     Some more words meaning repugnant (synonyms):
     disgusting, revolting, nauseating, repulsive, hideous, gross, vile,
     foul, abhorrent, repellent, abominable, sickening, loathsome, bad,
     obnoxious; hostile, contradictory, distasteful, incompatible,
     objectionable, odious, adverse, against, alien, antagonistic,
     antipathetic, averse, conflicting, counter, creepy, different,
     disagreeable, extraneous, extrinsic, foreign, hateful, horrid, in
     opposition, inconsistent, inconsonant, inimical, invidious, nasty,
     noisome, offensive, opposed, opposite, revulsive, unconformable,
     unfitted, unfriendly
     unacceptable, obnoxious, obscene, shocking
     ..M'yes, I think I chose a very good title to describe exactly what
     Drake, Josh and Megan are dealing with .
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