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Funeral Pyre

Joseph Seed / Reader, Joseph Seed / the Deputy

Rating: T, mostly for one death and for Joseph being rather creepy.

I will purge your soul from the sin of pride and replace it with virtues of humility and gratitude, Joseph thought darkly as he stared at your unconscious form inside the car. You are all I have left now, you are my family.

What happens during the time the deputy is unconscious after the car crash.

Cross-posted on AO3. One-shot.

God protects and guides.

Joseph blinked a couple of times when he came back to the reality mere seconds after the car crash. For a fleeting moment, he had felt disconnected from his body, as if he had not really been there but floating off to somewhere else, ready to be embraced by God and his siblings, only to be dragged back down into his cage of flesh and blood.

The cult leader found himself wondering if he had in fact died in the crash and somehow ended up in hell, but every sensation and thought told him and reassured him that he was indeed in the books of the living. All he had was few scrapes and bruises.

It is not my time.

His eyesight was somewhat blurry at first but it quickly focused. The hellish vision that opened before Joseph's eyes was enough to make almost anyone weep and fall into utter despair and hopelessness, but oddly enough he found himself just staring at it all mesmerized.

Through the broken windshield he saw the world of gold, black and red, a sight of a dying world that was being burned and erased. The horizon was blood red and darkening each passing moment as more and more smoke, ash and dirt filled the air, blocking the sun effectively. Golden and red flames licked the blackening trees and he could taste the ash and smoke on his lips. The world was on fire yet all he felt was pure tranquility and peace, even contentment.

I was right, the charismatic cult leader thought with a solemn smile on his face, the look in his blue eyes unhinged. Everyone who had doubted, everyone who had criticized his family was either dead or dying.

Joseph looked around himself and saw that the others inside the car had not been as lucky as him. He felt barely nothing as he saw all of the sinners unmoving and covered in shards of glass. The sheriff's corpse had even been smashed through the windshield. Though it was hard to tell whether the sheriff and deputies were alive or dead in the darkness, he could smell the fresh blood despite the overwhelming scent of smoke.

They were either dead or dying.

The sheriff and the two deputies had been overwhelmed by fear, despair and hopelessness, whimpering and wailing in terror like children when facing death. You and him had been the only ones who had remained calm and in control. Joseph had kept his gaze fixated on you the whole time and what he had seen was a person too proud to give up even when facing the wrath of God. Truly, your arrogance had no limit.

You had driven through the flames, believing firmly that if you just remained in control, you'd be able to make it out alive and take your friends to safety.

If it hadn't been for the panicking young man who had distracted you, perhaps all of you would have made it into the bunker, but alas, God had decided otherwise.

Joseph found himself sitting completely still and just listening to the roars of the bombs for a moment. The earth trembled underneath their terrible weight and each explosion ushered the world deeper into the insanity and pandemonium.

Seed could feel bitter anger starting to burn inside him. He had worked so hard to prepare for the Collapse. He had collected so many followers and built shelters with Jacob, John and Faith, yet in the end it had been for nothing.

I waited so long for this, for the prophecy God whispered to me to come true. I prepared my family for this moment, Joseph thought darkly and his gaze shifted to the one responsible for everything, you. You took them away from me.

You had brought nothing but ruin and destruction with you and it seemed to follow you wherever you went. Every tortured soul and life lost was the result of your pride that had etched itself on your soul, tainting your very being with hubris and arrogance.

Jacob, John, Faith, I wish you were here to see this, Joseph found himself thinking, feeling rather reminiscent of his family. The old world is on fire, turning to nothing but cinders and ash.

After few fleeting seconds, Joseph realized that if he wished to survive the Collapse like he had planned, he better move and get himself free.

Keys... the cult leader realized the first problem he needed to solve. He looked around himself inside the wrecked car, trying to figure out who had the keys to his handcuffs. Perhaps it was by a miracle, or pure luck that he noticed a glint of silver in the growing darkness. The light of the fire reflected from the silvery key that was half hidden underneath deputy Pratt's arm. With calm and well planned movements Joseph turned so that his hands reached the small metal object and after a moment of working, his hands were once more free.

Joseph then reached over the dead young man to open the door, only to find it stuck. With a solemn look in his eyes, the man in his forties kicked the door open. The metal creaked and gave in, granting Seed freedom from the car.

However, just when he was about to climb out of the car wreck as the only survivor, he noticed you move slightly in the front seat of the car. For a moment, Joseph thought you were just twitching in throes of death, but as you continued to move, swaying slightly as if trying to find a way out and remain conscious, you quickly gained his full attention.

Are you still with me?

Joseph slowly reached out with his hand to feel your throat and much to his surprise and perhaps even malevolent delight, he could feel a steady pulse and breath.

Of all the sinners possible, God leaves me with the most wretched one, the one whose sins brought ruin to the world.

You had just hit your head and though a concussion could be very dangerous, you had made it out with rather minor injuries while the rest of your friends had died.

Is it fate that ties us together? Joseph wondered and was tempted to strangle you to death, to feel your pulse grow before fading away completely, but if he did that, you wouldn't be able to repent for every sin you had committed. No, he was not only going to spare your wretched soul but also save it. You brought this upon us all because of your pride, the cult leader thought as he gripped your throat lightly, feeling the steady pulse. He had your life in his hands and it was an exhilarating feeling. I really should kill you for everything you've done , but you are all I have left in this world. You are my only family now, Joseph thought as he pulled his hand away and finally climbed over deputy Pratt's corpse to leave the car. I will have you beg for forgiveness from God and me.

Joseph found himself staring at the horizon and the hellish landscape that opened up before him; it was both beautiful and horrendous at the same time.

“A funeral pyre of the old world,” he whispered and closed his eyes for a moment. Joseph could feel the scorching heat on his skin and the hot, smoke filled air that burned his lungs with every breath he took, yet all he felt was tranquility and contentment.

When Joseph finally opened his eyes he turned his gaze to the car wreck and you who were still trapped inside. If he tarried a while longer, the fires and heat would burn the both of you to death.

The knowledge that he could make you repent for the sins you had committed against his family for the rest of your life soothed the anger and hatred inside Joseph soul. He'd have your heart, body and mind. You'd be a perfect puppet, a follower and devoted child. He'd strip you down from that ruinous pride and tear your mind to shreds layer by layer until everything that made you you belonged to him.

We will wait out the end of the world together, Seed thought as he gazed at the car that was being quickly approached by the searing flames. For a fleeting moment, he was tempted to just walk away, but letting you have the release of death was out of question.

Joseph tilted his head every so slightly to the side when he saw the bunker entrance just about 10 meters ahead of him. For a moment the middle aged man wondered how his nor Jacob's men had never found the hatch door especially since it was close to the church where he guided his flock, but let it go since it no longer mattered. Perhaps this was just another sign, that all of this was in God's plan. The shelter would provide and protect him and his new and only child

Joseph found himself whistling softly the tune to amazing grace as he opened the car door and saw you still fighting to stay conscious, although it seemed like you were losing the fight. You looked so weak and vulnerable.

No one is coming to save you. How wrong and right Joseph had been about those words at the same time. He found it absolutely ironic that he of all people was one to save you from burning or choking to death...but then again, no one was going to save you from him. There would be no soul left alive in the world who'd even know where the two of you were...all you had was him and vice versa.

The more Joseph realized what this meant for you and him, the more vindictive, possessive and exhilarated he felt.

I will purge your soul from pride and replace it with virtues of humility and gratitude, Joseph thought darkly as he stared at your unconscious form. I will guide your lost soul back into my flock whether you want it or not. You will become my new family.

Hearing the tune to Amazing Grace seemed to stir you slightly from the state of unconsciousness, but the concussion you had suffered from the impact made sure you would not wake up properly any time soon. No doubt Joseph preferred it that way. The last thing he wanted was for you to regain consciousness and start struggling. The charismatic cult leader took a firm hold of your body and pulled you free from the car wreck. It was a miracle that aside from some nasty looking bruises and minor cuts, you were completely alright.

Hush now, it is alright, you are in my hands now: I won't let you die... Joseph thought darkly, almost possessively when you let out a small and fearful whimper, trying to stay awake. I will take care of your wretched soul. I will mend it along with your body to health, child. He carried you towards the bunker that would protect the two of you until the world was ready for them to begin anew. For a someone whose sins were painfully heavy, you weighted surprisingly little.

Joseph descended down the stairs and saw the heavy door to the bunker that was closed. However, to his surprise, it opened and he saw an aging bald man, Mr. Roosevelt if he recalled correctly, staring at him all suspiciously and warily.

“Where are the rest?!” Dutch demanded all agitated, but seemed to relax somewhat when he saw that you were not dead but merely unconscious. Despite knowing everything Joseph had done, seeing that he was trying to save the life of the person who had destroyed everything he had held dear seemed to convince Dutch that perhaps Joseph's character had changed. Oh how wrong he was.

While Joseph had certainly decided to save your life and soul, welcoming you into his family, one could argue that getting saved by him was almost a fate worse than death to you. Everything about you belonged to him now.

“They are in God's embrace,” Joseph said dryly, indicating that they had all died in the crash, albeit he had not bothered to check anyone else but you. Well if they hadn't been dead back then, they certainly were now.

“God damn it!” Dutch said grit his teeth. He looked like he wanted to just take you and leave Joseph outside his bunker...but he was not someone to let a person burn in a nuclear explosion, no matter what they had done. “ Fine! Get inside,” Dutch grunted and stepped aside to let Joseph carry your unconscious form inside Dutch's...no, Joseph's shelter.

“Come, this way,” the older man said and Joseph followed silently, his eyes boring into Dutch's back and the look in his blue eyes grew more murderous each step he took.

He has no place in my flock, Joseph found himself thinking and found himself in grips of cold, controlled anger.

The voices urging him to remove the sinner who had sheltered a wretch like you instead of handing you over to him. Oh he understood now why his men had not found you. The car had fallen into the lake and this bunker was close...no doubt the man had brought you here and provided support the whole time. Joseph knew very well where traitors belonged to; the ninth circle. If Dutch had only brought you into his care, his flock and family would not have died.

They passed a room and Joseph turned his head enough to glance inside. The wall of the room was covered in a huge map of the region, his and his herald's photos placed over their corresponding regions. It was clear to him that Dutch had to die. If it wasn't for him, you would have ended up in his tender care from the very beginning.

Their steps echoed forebodingly inside the empty bunker made of concrete and metal. The moment they'd reach their destination, the older man would die. Finally, Dutch led Joseph into a small room with a bed, some radio equipment and a couple of lockers.

“In here,” the aging bald man said and Joseph rested you down onto the floor next to the bed instead on it. If a sinner like you wanted comfort, you'd have to beg for it.

I will purge you of all sin and make you part of my family, Joseph promised as he stared at your face that looked almost angelic....even if you were an angel filled with sin. Joseph could feel something dark stir inside him, a desire to see you broken, your eyes filled with devotion and love for him. He wanted you to give him your mind, body and soul willingly, desperately even. He was going to hear you beg forgiveness, to admit to him that you were filled with sin; that all of this was your fault. I will take everything from you, child. You will become my new family. Fighting will do you no good.

The cult leader moved his hand to caress your head gently, trailing his fingers along the few bruises and cuts that bled slightly. He couldn't get enough of the sight and sensation.

You took John, Jacob and Faith away from me...it is only fitting you take their place, child.

Dutch was raving about something but Joseph had completely zoned him out, barely hearing the older man anymore. He wanted to be all alone with his captive and get rid of the noise and the unwelcome sinner.

You were his child, the only one he needed or wanted.

Joseph's gaze slowly shifted on the long bead chain around his wrist. It was all he needed to silence the bothersome noise for good.

“How could this have happened? I...I need to contact my family!” Dutch said as Joseph stood up and uncoiled the prayer beads around his hand. They were durable and would not break, after all Jacob had made them for him.

The beads were from Jacob, the tattoos from John and the concentrated Bliss he carried inside his pocket meant for you was from Faith. His family lived with him. They were all down there in spirit, welcoming you into their family.

Dutch had his back turned to Joseph and was clearly miles away, thinking of his family.

Joseph approached the old man from behind without making any noise, his expression cold and remorseless. Though not as tall as his older brother, Joseph was still taller than Dutch and 20 years younger; the doomsday survivalist would be no match for him.

By the time Dutch sensed Joseph behind him, it was far too late for him. He had no time to react or raise his hand to prevent the bead chain from getting around his neck.

Joseph's blue eyes were dead and void of any feelings as he tightened the improvised garrote wire around the older man's throat, effectively strangling him. Dutch croaked and tried to fight, but he was past his prime and despite being a survivalist and a doomsday prepper, he was no match to the psychotic younger man to whom human life had little value.

“There is no place for you in my flock,” Joseph whispered and though his body and arms were strained from controlling the struggling and dying man, his voice was calm and steady, like he wasn't really there. Joseph hummed Amazing grace softly as he listened to Dutch's dying croaks and withstood his desperate attempts to break free easily.

It was over in less than a couple of minutes. Joseph just stood there, waiting for Dutch's pained noises and hopeless struggling to die down completely. After a moment, the distant roar of the bombs was all he could hear along with your soft breathing.

When Dutch was finally gone, his arms and body limp, Joseph loosened his hold and let go of the chain of beads, letting the older man's corpse fall onto the floor. His emotionless blue eyes lingered on it for just few seconds as he recoiled the chain around his hand; a sinner such as him was not even worth a prayer.

Joseph slowly turned his attention back to you, the look on his face cold and without any mercy. The two of you were no the only living souls inside the shelter. No one would come and save you. The cult leader's steps echoed in foreboding manner as he walked over to you and knelt down.

He took hold of your hands, ready to shackle them into the bed post, but found himself stalling when he realized how soft they were despite the weeks of survival and fight. Joseph brought them to his lips and kissed them softly, despite you being a sinner and a wretch. The scent of smoke, ash and fire was mixed with your own and Joseph couldn't help but feel something stir inside him, a sin he had tried so hard to get rid of and lock away; lust.

As his eyes lingered on your lips, he could feel the desires he had locked away inside his heart start to creep back into his soul, filling him with desire, lust and greed. They scorched his soul more painfully than the flames of the nuclear fire. He feared, that no matter how much he'd take from you, he'd always want more.

For a moment, Joseph wondered if he had actually saved a demon's life rather than human's. The destruction and the pain you had brought with you could certainly make you one in his eyes.

“If you turn you to be a demon, I just keep you down here forever...I won't let you die and be free.“

Joseph finally cuffed your hands to the bed post and the sound of the metal tightening around your wrists made him feel almost dreamy. It was a sensation akin to weak hit of Bliss. With your hands cuffed, you couldn't even fight him. He was going to tear down your mental defenses and make you his most devoted and loving child.

You are my child, and I am your Father, Joseph thought as he leaned in, his lips inches apart from yours. “I will make you repent for everything, for every life lost, for every tortured soul....Mark my words, you will confess everything to me.”

Though theft was a sin, Joseph decided that he'd let the temptation take him just once. He pressed his lips against yours, stealing a kiss from your unconscious form. What had meant to be a chaste kiss was soon touched by greed and tainted by lust.

When he finally pulled back and stood up, he felt wrecked by sinful desire, lust that would send him into inferno's second circle if he let it consume him completely, and he knew he'd let it.

Joseph knew Bliss would never be enough again.

#joseph seed #the deputy #fanfiction

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jastral · 7 years ago

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Dam that hitman AU fic is amazing and Jack showing who he really is to Gabe is......wonderful, will there be more?

Probably not. I’ve lost all interest towards Overwatch right now. Will have to take a look if my interest towards the pairing returns at some point. Thanks for reading my little ficlets, they were really fun to write!

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jastral · 8 years ago

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Broken Visor Update, Chapter 7

Phew, I got the new chapter up.

Broken Visor Chapter 7, The Locked Door

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jastral · 8 years ago

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Just Us, R76 fanfic drabble

Rated: T

Summary

Jack gets captured by Reaper and the two share a bitter sweet moment together.

Jack turned his head when he heard that soft, familiar and somewhat malicious chuckle that belonged to none other than his ex lover. The operating room he was in was pitch black save for the bright light that hung above the table table he lied on. The vigilante peered into the utter darkness and saw something shift in the shadows. He wanted to get off the table, to seek a way out of the room and this hellhole of a Talon facility, but the straps around his wrists, ankles, forearms and legs made sure that he was not going anywhere before Reyes and Talon were done with him. But...whatever their plan was remained to be seen.

For days, Talon agents had done tests, taken blood samples and interrogated him every now and then in hopes of getting some useful information out of him. Jack couldn't remember much, but he was sure that Reyes had been constantly present, watching over him, as if making sure Talon didn't do anything the assassin wouldn't like.

Jack had lost the sense of time days ago, well to be more precise, right after Reyes had taken him. Last thing he could recall with clarity was Gabriel holding him down and jamming a needle into his neck, drugging him into an unconscious state. After that everything had been haze, pleasant haze but haze still. All the sounds and sensations felt distant and his mind felt oddly sluggish. The only constant thing was Gabriel's presence that felt dangerous, threatening, but also oddly soothing and comforting.

It will be alright, Jack...you'll be fine as long as you are mine.

His old lover had ambushed him and Ana with the help of Talon. To be completely honest, the two of them should have realized that the mission had been a trap from the start, but in their desire to see justice done...he and Ana had fallen right into Gabriel's hands. No doubt the ex black watch leader's plan had been to capture both him and Amari, but Jack had ensured Ana's escape by sacrificing himself. He had attacked Reyes with all he had, engaging him in close combat, ordering Ana to retreat and escape despite her objections.

By getting caught, Jack had ensured his friends safety, but now his own future looked very grim and uncertain. “Gabriel?” Jack asked, only to see the black clothed assassin materialize next to him. He wore his usual reaper outfit without the mask or hood.

The man chuckled and leaned casually against the operating table, “Just look at you, Morrison, so weak and vulnerable,” he murmured with a small smirk while observing his bound lover whose eyes were somewhat hazy, like he was not fully there, “I have to admit that seeing you like this is something new.”

The vigilante felt a hint of anger burning inside him, but it was dulled by the sweet drug in his system, rendering him unable to feel any strong negative emotions.

“Seeing and keeping you in this state is not ideal Jack, but it is for your own good, I can't have you potentially hurting my agents or yourself,” the bearded man whispered darkly before running his fingers along Jack's naked chest, the metal talons almost piercing the pale skin, “you have always had trouble listening to reason,” the mercenary sighed somewhat longingly, feeling Jack's pulse by pressing his palm against the white haired vigilante's neck, “you are so bullheaded and persistent,” Reyes sighed, leaning closer, “but I promise that soon enough, this won't be necessary”

The ex strike commander's eyes focused on Gabriel who was looming over him, his dark black and red eyes glowing ominously slightly in the darkness. Only when Jack felt that gloved hand with metal attachments caress his cheek, did he try to yank his head away.

Why can't I focus? Jack wondered, Reyes touch feels so comforting but also wrong at the same time.

“You are so predictable, sacrificing yourself to save Ana like that. You know Morrison,” the assassin started and let out a soft sigh, caressing the white haired man's cheeks and jaw in soothing manner with both hands, ignoring his prey's futile attempts make him stop. The mercenary's expression softened somewhat as observed and studied the man who had caused all this, “at times I really do miss the old days.”

Jack had hard time focusing on anything. His eye sight was blurry and it felt like his mind was in constant and somewhat pleasant haze with only Reyes' voice managing to pierce that fog. Gabriel's extraordinary eyes drew Jack's gaze to them and the vigilante found himself unable to look away from those red and black pools that glowed ever so slightly in the darkness of the room. The man looming over him was his enemy, but also someone he longed to be with...someone who wanted to own him. What ever Talon had given him had to be strong stuff to affect him like this.

“Soon, we will be working together again just like we used to...Talon just needs to do some minor adjustments to you,” Reyes chuckled and poked Jack's forehead somewhat painfully couple of times with his index finger, “Nothing drastic, after all I want you to be you, Jack, the stupid, bullheaded fool you are...my idiot Reyes said with a grin, leaning over to press his lips against Jack's into almost a gentle kiss, one that reminded the drugged man of better...happier times.

This wasn't going to fix anything but oddly enough, Jack found himself almost wanting it. He was willing to endure this to have a chance to be with Gabriel, even if it meant losing everyone else who still believed in him. But then again, he was not a hero, just a man with his weaknesses and desires.

The kiss went on what felt like an eternity to the enhanced soldier and he couldn't escape the situation. Jack was completely under Reyes' mercy and the assassin was clearly enjoying every second of this. When the mercenary parted their lips and pulled back from the kiss, Jack felt a wave of desire, longing and fear wash over his mind. One part of him wanted the kiss to continue, while another told the soldier that this was wrong, that nothing could bring the good days back. Yet, in his drugged haze, the bound man started to feel like the side that loved Reyes was starting to overwhelm him.

Gabriel nuzzled Jack's neck lovingly, his beard tickling the soldier's sensitive skin, “I'll lead you Jack, you'll be my most loyal partner. At first it will no doubt be painful and agonizing, but slowly, you'll see things my way and then, we'll be together again,

till the end.”

#reaper 76 #reaper76 #Jack Morrison #gabriel reyes #fanfiction #i was bored #r76 week #jastral #r76

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jastral · 8 years ago

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Hand That Kills

Rating: M - for canon level violence.

Pairing: Oh Sangwoo / Yoon Bum

Summary

Yoon Bum manages to escape Sangwoo, but finds himself quickly without any plans for the future. All he can do is abide his time and see whether Sangwoo would come for him or not.

Sangwoo knew, that he would never allow the other boy go. He'd find him and lock him in the basement so that they'd always be together.

Hand That Feeds, Hand That Kills

Yoon Bum held his breath as he lied against a cold brick wall, hidden behind cardboard boxes and thrash bags that had been piled up next to an abandoned house in an alleyway. The black haired boy's eyes were wide with terror and fear as he prayed that he'd remain unnoticed by the tall young man who was running around the neighborhood desperately looking for him.

I'm going home, I will home, Sangwoo will not find me, Yoon Bum tried to reassure himself, but his scrawny and thin body refused to stop shaking. The boy's heart skipped a beat when the pain on his legs made his body jolt against his will, the cool concrete ground feeling uncomfortable against his bandaged and broken legs that still ached if moved in wrong way.

I had to do this, this was my only chance of escaping, Bum continued justifying his actions and reassuring himself, knowing that Sangwoo would definitely rip his throat open if he caught him again. This was his second escape attempt and one that would certainly be his last if his captor found him. Getting caught meant a slow and painful death, one that he'd very much like to avoid.

Yoon Bum had crawled out when Sangwoo and the police had gone through the house room by room. With the gate left open, the scrawny boy had dragged himself into a hiding place his slender and thin form could fit in.

He had no idea how long he had been hiding, but Sangwoo was persistent in his search, refusing to admit defeat.

“Where is he?!” he heard Sangwoo yell, or more like shriek in pure murderous hate and anger. The other boy was so close that Yoon could hear his raspy breathing. The killer had bee running around the area looking for him and had stopped only meters away from his hiding place when despite his methodical search, he could not find him.

Yoon Bum tried to hold his breath and stay still but his whole body was shivering and trembling no matter how hard he tried to calm down. The dark haired young man was wearing the clothes from one of Sangwoo's victims, the dark skirt now torn and grey with dust.

I want to go home, even if my life is miserable and I have to live with my uncle, Yoon thought, even if a small part of him didn't want to run from Sangwoo who had been the target of his obsession for so long and probably would always be, it will be a thousand times better than this, even if I have to endure my uncle raping me every night.

The other man had done so many horrible things to him and those women. He had beaten him, crippled him and made him into a killer even if the act had been unintentional. His life was ruined, but then again, he had been miserable from the beginning, so not much had changed. But despite everything he had experienced and been through, he wished to live; and it was something he wouldn't be able to do with Sangwoo.

I don't want to die, please, just let me go home, Bum prayed in his mind to whatever force that would listen to him, fearing that he'd made some small noise that would give away his position to the man who was mere meters away from him, Home...home, If he finds me I will never go home, I'll die in that house, , Bum thought with hands clasped over his mouth even tighter to keep any unwanted noises down.

“Where are you?!” Sangwoo raged looking almost like murderous animal who was out for his blood, thirsting for it. If Yoon Bum could see the other boy, he would be even more scared if that was even possible. There was a mad, desperate, hate filled look in Sangwoos' eyes with a hint of utter disbelief.

“That little fucker...you've got to be kidding me...he actually ran away?” Yoon heard Sangwoo say in shocked tone. Crawled away would have been more fitting phrasing, but still, he had escaped. The scrawny boy trembled and flinched when the murderous young man nearby kicked the lamp post with a loud scream of rage, “you dare to fuck with me?! I won't forgive you!! I won't!!”

Yoon shut his eyes close tight and just listened to Sangwoo let out his anger on the lamp post while vowing to kill him.

If he sees me, it is over, I'll die a horrible, painful death.

But much to his luck, Sangwoo didn't notice him. Bum's heart was racing so fast that he felt like he was going to faint any moment. But if he did, Sangwoo would hear him slump over and he'd certainly wake up in the basement about to be dismembered.

But after what had felt like and eternity, Sangwoo turned around and headed back inside the house that had been his cage for so long, weeks, maybe a month...after all he had lost the sense of time. The days had just melded together into what had felt like a never ending nightmare.

The dark haired boy couldn't count the people Sangwoo had killed while he had been in there, but he was sure of one thing,

I'm not going to be one of Sangwoo's victims.

The hours following his escape were like blur, the events mixing together into a period of time Yoon Bum knew he would probably never recall with clarity. The only things he could recall with some accuracy were the sensations of pain, anxiety, desperation and the relief he had felt when he had met other people.

His clothes and knees had been scraped and bloody by the time he had managed to reach his rescuers whose names or faces he couldn't even remember anymore. He had begged them to take him home and not hospital where people would ask him questions and there was a high chance of police getting involved if the people suspected a crime.

To be completely honest, Yoon was sure no one had even missed him, heck, his uncle barely cared where he went and what he did.

It had not been hard to convince people to take him home when he had offered a sum of money for their trouble. The greed of ordinary citizens was astonishing at times. At first, Yoon had feared that his uncle might do something like take him to hospital or to the police...but none of that had happened, quite the opposite in fact, he had not even asked how he had ended up this way.

I know I shouldn't have been surprised, Bum thought as he stared at the computer screen inside his dark room, but it hurts so much.

The way his uncle had stared at him with blank expression had burned into his mind. It had been clear that the man had not felt any shred of sympathy for him. Sure he had been surprised to see him crippled but lacked any wish or desire to help him.

“Just don't trouble me, if you do, I'll throw you out,” had been what he had told him before ignoring him completely. Truth to be told, being cripple made it only easier for his uncle to rape him.

I bet he likes it, how I grovel before him.

Bum wanted to throw up as he recalled the way his uncle had looked at him after the first few days, seeking him out when the night came to sate his needs.

Yet, he still felt safer with his uncle than with Sangwoo. It was a thousand times better than being inside that house where a number of women had been brutally murdered by the tall male whom he had thought to be a kind and caring person, not the monster he truly was.

The moment he had gotten back home, the young man had gone through his Internet profiles, wanting to eradicate whatever little information existed on the web so that Sangwoo wouldn't find him...but it wouldn't keep the serial killer away if he wanted to find him and he would definitely find and cut his throat open slowly, just beneath the chin like he had promised.

I need to get out of the city, Yoon thought desperately as he surfed on the Internet, trying to look for viable options. He didn't have much money and moving around was clumsy and painful. Every instinct told him to go to police, but he...on some level he still loved Sangwoo, the other boy still had a grip on his mind. He was too afraid, too much of a coward to make initiative to do anything whether it was escaping or seeking help.

And who would believe me anyways? I'm just a stalker...a filthy depraved and used stalker while he is loved by everyone, Yoobum pondered, It is completely useless to go to the police.

The boy flinched when he heard the front door of the house open and slam close with his uncle cursing out loud, having once more lost money gambling. This was going to be one of those nights again, wasn't it? Bum found his body shaking and he hugged himself, pressing his head down as tears started trickling down his face, why couldn't any one save him or help him? Why did he have to be so alone in the world, why had he fallen in love with that monster?

“Some one please help me,” Yoon Bum almost sobbed, not wanting to endure this reality, “save me...someone please just save me.”

Sangwoo stared at the computer screen with blank expression on his face, absentmindedly tapping the enter key so lightly that it didn't register as he browsed through the data he had managed to gather off the Internet. Yoon had been in his search terms for the whole week.

“You think you can run from me?” Sangwoo muttered and smiled unhappily at the picture, his head slightly tilted to the side. That little fucker wasn't smiling in the pictures on Internet either. He had that same grim and unhappy look in every picture he managed to pull from the web. It was like that boy was just waiting for someone to bash his head in and end his misery.

Well, I'm more than happy to grant him that, after all, that little fucker lied to be for the last time.

The young man was so lost in the depths of his mind as he stared at the boy's picture on the screen that he hadn't even noticed how the half of his face was covered in blood of a girl whom he had cut into pieces only half an hour ago. Yoon's escape had really annoyed him and no matter how hard he tried to take his frustration out on his victims, the vexing feelings refused to let him go.

The girl he had finished off was still waiting to be disposed, but he just had no interest for cleaning and getting rid of the body parts. It was the most boring part of the hunt.

“Hm?” Sangwoo let out when he felt some of the blood drip onto the surface of the table. With a soft sigh he wiped the single drop off, smearing it between his thumb and index finger absentmindedly.

“I guess I got everything I need,” the tall young man sighed as he eyed Yoon's picture and the address on the screen.

Finding the other boy's personal information had not been hard and soon enough he had gained his address and phone number, even if that fucker had tried changing it several times.

Sangwoo had taken a week to plan and observe, to see what the other man would do. Would he seek help from a hospital? Go to the police? Skip the town? So far none of the three possibilities had happened and it felt as if that idiot was going to accept his life as a cripple and hide away, praying and wishing that he would not go after him. Or maybe he was just too afraid to do any of those.

But I have to, I absolutely have to find and kill him,, Sangwoo thought as he got up from the chair and headed down stairs to get a shower before leaving, he shouldn't have run from me. Yoon was his...the boy's life was for him to take. He'd make the smaller male scream in terror and agony, beg for his life for years before eventually cutting him into little pieces.

Everything was going to be all right. Since his little captive had not gone to the police or sought help, he was safe. But, Bum was still a loose end he needed to tie one way or another. He'd keep him, lock him away until he got bored of him.

Who knows, maybe he'd keep the other male hidden from the world for years, watching how he'd slowly slip into madness and insanity locked in that damp and dark basement, ready and willing to do anything in order to get out.

“See you soon, idiot,” Sangwoo whispered, smiling gently at the picture on the screen. He couldn't wait to see him crawl on the floor before he'd smash his head in with a baseball bat.

The crippled young man stared at the wall of his room while sitting on his bed roll. For days, he had simply remained inside the house, not going anywhere...he was too afraid to face the world he had longed to see. It was pitiful really. Most of the time he sat by the window, looking out to see the streets and the yard of the house, but after a couple of days, the had not dared to do that either, expecting to see Sangwoo standing by the gate any moment. So, like a coward he just sat on the bed roll, not doing anything beside sleeping and crawling to kitchen to get food and bathroom to clean himself.

I'm a coward, Yoon thought as he hugged himself, how is this any different from my life with Sangwoo? I'm still fearing for my life, I live in constant dread. He almost wanted to laugh, the image of Sangwoo flashing in his mind.

I still love him so much that it is painful, the black-haired boy thought with distressed look, cold sweat on his brow as he clutched the covers beneath him. He knew he should have left the city week ago but...where would he go? He had no other place than this and moving around as he was proved to be hard.

I won't survive anywhere else.

Yoon Bum could feel his blood turn into ice when he turned his head to look at his side. In his mind's eye, he could see himself lying on the floor with Sangwoo on top of him with a bloody knife in his hand, his pale body sprawled on the floor with throat cut open and his dark life blood gushing from the wound, forming a pool onto the floor. He blinked and now not only was his throat cut wide open but his corpse was falling apart...arms, legs...his head, all dismembered and scattered on the floor as Sangwoo worked on him methodically and with an unreadable expression on his face, using that kitchen knife to cut the joint of his arm.

I don't want that, I don't want any of this, Yoon thought as he tried to banish those hallucinations with little success, I don't want to end up like that.

Sangwoo eyed the small building in front of him with a blank expression. The rain that had started as a gentle dripple was quickly turning in to a heavy one, the water drops making a soft pitter patter sound against the surface of his umbrella that shielded him from the rain. The young man's dark eyes fixated on the window on the second floor and slowly, a small joyless smile formed on his lips and his eyes hollow and lifeless. It was the window of Yoon Bum's room.

“We'll stay together, forever,” Sangwoo promised to himself, “I'll keep your rotting corpse in my basement until there is nothing left of it but bones.”

He stepped forward and opened the gate to the house, ready to take his crippled little partner back home. He could feel himself become more alive than ever as he neared the door. Yoon wouldn't be able to escape him and he was going to make sure he'd never be able to attempt escaping again either...he could take all the time he needed. He gently knocked on the door with a friendly smile, one that had never failed fooling someone..

“You are Bum's friend?” the middle aged man....no...swine asked from Sangwoo when he entered, “haven't seen that little freak have any friends, you know what happened to him?” the drunk man asked from the young man who was disgusted, wanting to just gut the man where he stood.

“You could say that,” Sangwoo said in a friendly and happy tone as he took his shoes off, “I've heard Bum's been through a lot lately. He is very, very important to me.”

“Whatever, “ the man replied and lighted a smoke inside the house, “he is upstairs, that little piece of shit doesn't do much these days, just sits there by the window or the bed. Would throw him out but he is blood.”

Sangwoo moved quietly behind the man and noticed a knife on the kitchen counter. It looked like it had probably never been sharpened but it'd do the job.

I've heard he is not only that to you.

“Well then, I think I will free you from the responsibility of taking care of him,” Sangwoo replied, his expression turning in an instant as his fingers curled around the handle of the sharp blade. It was as if a malicious demon had taken over the friendly young man as he went in for the kill.

Without a sound Sangwoo grabbed the middle aged man's hair, pulling his head back before slicing his throat open with a single, well trained and masterful cut. The man's eyes widened in horror and fear as the rich, dark red blood gushed out of the wound, onto the floor and kitchen cabinets. Sangwoo didn't say anything, after all, what was the point of telling a dying man anything?

A hideous and sick smile formed on the young man's lips as he held the man's hair, pushing him over the kitchen sink so that the majority of the blood was drained into it.

“Fucking disgusting,” the young man stated, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly as he sank the knife into the man's side and yank it upwards. The man was pretty much dead and gone already, but Sangwoo wasn't finished just yet. He released his hold of the man completely so that he was slumped over the sink and kitchen counter.

“Disgusting...” he repeated softly before furiously stabbing the man over and over again into back, loving the feeling of the blade piercing through the flesh, each impact sending shivers of exhilaration and excitement through his body to the point each stab was almost pleasurable.

When he was done, the man slipped onto the floor, his body covered in deep lacerations. Sangwoo's expression was empty and the smile had disappeared, replaced by a blank look that was void of any feeling. He turned around and left the bleeding corpse behind, finally ready to get that Bum and take him back home.

The room was completely silent except for Yoon Bum's soft breathing as he slept on his bedroll, thrashing every now and then as the nightmare of Sangwoo got too real. The young man woke up with a startled expression in his dark eyes, his body coated in thin layer of cold sweat. He could still feel the other boy's blood soaked hands around his neck, slowly squeezing the life out of him.

“Hey, say that you love me, like you said before, lie to me some more,” Sangwoo had asked him in the dream with a cold smile on his face, his eyes almost all white. But before he had managed to say a single syllable, Sangwoo had crushed his windpipe, causing him to wake up.

Oh thank goodness, it was all just another bad dream, Yoon Bum thought as he breathed heavily, grasping the mattress beneath him as he lifted himself up slightly. At least his uncle had not used him tonight.

He listened to the sounds of the old house and it felt...oddly quiet. His uncle was not yelling into the phone to whoever owed him money, or to whom he owed, the TV wasn't on...everything was quiet except for the rain that almost felt calming, as if the water could was away all the pain in his life.

“Sangwoo,” Bum found himself whispering and clutched the covers slightly, only to freeze when he heard steps. Someone was coming up the stairs. He listened in the darkness of his room, not daring to move.

Those steps, they were too light to be his uncle's drunk staggering movement whenever he came to fuck him out of frustration. No, those steps were light yet slow, as if the person was biding his time and enjoying each step he took closer to him.

“No,” Yoon whispered and clasped his hand over his mouth when he realized that the mystery person couldn't be any other than him, I'm not here, please don't come here, Sangwoo, I want to live.

The thin boy got into a sitting position and stared at the closed door that was not locked. He wasn't wearing anything but college pants and underwear, his upper body completely naked.

Bum's dark eyes were wide with terror and he could feel the cold sensation of dread take hold of his body, making him tremble uncontrollably. This was like one of his worst nightmares, the only difference was that this was real.

The foot steps stopped behind the door.

His body was shaking and the paralyzing fear of death and pain took over the dark haired boy's thoughts. No matter how much he still loved Sangwoo, he desired to live more than anything in the world. He was too afraid to die, yet living was painful too.

Tears formed in the scrawny boy's widened eyes as the door opened to reveal none other than Sangwoo standing there, his tall form covered in blood that had to belong to his uncle.

So he is dead, the male on the floor thought, knowing that he was probably going to be next.. The street lights illuminated the room and cast long shadows onto the walls as the two young men stared at each other; one standing with a bloody knife in his hand with emotionless look in his eyes, the other sitting on the floor, ready to crawl away feeling nothing but hopelessness and fear.

“Sangwoo,” Yoon Bum whispered the other man's name when this stepped inside the room that had turned into a cage to the one crawling on the floor. The dark haired boy moved backwards, dragging his legs slightly, “please...”

Sangwoo didn't say anything and just stood in front of the doorway, tilting his head slightly to the side as he studied the young man before him, as if he couldn't understand what the other male was saying to him.

“Please, please, I beg you,” Yoon Bum cried and begged Sangwoo who took a couple of steps towards him,”I just wanted to go home,” the black-haired boy tried explaining, his eyes fixated on the sharp blade in the serial killer's hand, “I haven't told anyone, I haven't gone to the hospital...so please just let me go! I don't want anything bad to you, Sangwoo. ”

He knew that his uncle was dead and thus, there was nothing left here for him anymore. The house had turned into something where he wouldn't' survive unless he sought help...and that would raise questions, questions Sangwoo wouldn't like.

Sangwoo's expression lacked any emotion as he approached the boy he had crippled without a shred of mercy.

“After everything you said, you ran away from me a second time,” Sangwoo whispered and Yoon did his best to crawl away from the killer, backing away towards the wall, “this, this is exactly why I have trust issues, Bum,” the young man with dyed hair sighed, his eyes looking almost dead, “I really thought you liked me, it is so hard to tell when you are lying and when you are not.”

“I...I really do love you,” Bum tried desperately, feeling his heart skip a beat when his back hit the wall with a soft “thud” sound.. There was no where he could escape and by the looks of it, Sangwoo was going to kill him right here and now, “I just wanted to go home, to see the world outside.”

I don't want to die, I don't want to die! The black haired boy begged in his mind, I hate knives, please Sangwoo don't...don't kill me.

“You really have a funny way of showing it, Bum...” Sangwoo said, his eyes hollow, yet there was now a small smile on his face that looked incredibly creepy

“Please don't kill me, I'll do anything, I promise!” Bum pleaded, turning his head when Sangwoo towered over him with the knife in his hand and only now could the wounded male could just how much blood there was on him, how it dripped from the tip of the knife onto the floor. The warm tears trickled down his cheeks as he gazed up at Sangwoo who looked as if he was possessed.

“Oh please don't kill me Sangwoo, I love you Sangwoo, I'll do anything for you Sangwoo,” the tall killer mocked Yoon Bum as he crouched down in front of him,”I've heard that awfully lot from you,” Sangwoo continued and took the cripple's boy's face into his hands, forcing the smaller male to look up at him, the knife's edge kissing the almost sickly pale skin, “With all your lies, there is no way I'll ever trust you again. Maybe I should cut that lying tongue of yours off first?”

“Sangwoo, I beg of you,” Yoon cried desperately, his crippled body trembling as he sobbed uncontrollably. He had lost all strength in him, “I don't want to die.”

“You are like a broken record, you know that? You crossed the line a second time. That is enough proof that you can't be trusted...that a fucking retard like you can't learn anything,” Sangwoo hissed, his face too close to the other boy's liking. After the rat poison incident, the killer had showed him kindness, and had smiled at him so much...he had taken care of him, clothed, washed and fed him every day, but then...he had dared to try and escape.

Now Sangwoo acted exactly the same way he had in the beginning, ready to beat him up the moment he made a mistake, calling him names and abusing him. That cold, emotionless expression was unreadable.

But then, Sangwoo smiled,

“I came to take you back home, you no longer have any other place to go, I made sure of it.”

“What do you mean?” He asked, voice almost failing him,

“Who do you think the police will blame for your uncles murder?” the taller male asked, his gaze boring into Yoon's in sinister manner, “nothing connects me to your family, except your excessive stalking. No, the first suspect will be the mentally unstable scrawny freak who was used and abused. They'll just think you finally snapped and brutally murdered your uncle,” Sangwoo stated, fingers digging painfully into Bum's pale skin.

“They'll be looking for you, they'll send you to prison for life and you know what they do with young men like you? The ones with pretty face, pale skin and spindly legs?? They'll use your body until every part of you is broken and unusable,” the handsome young man continued maliciously, his nails piercing the pale soft skin, drawing blood, “you'll be passed around and used until someone goes too far or you finally can't take it anymore and end your life just to escape that hell.”

Yoon's lower lip trembled and his eyes were wide with fear. They reflected the utter hopelessness, dread and anxiety that had overwhelmed his mind, soul and body.

“But, they'll never find you, I'll make sure of it,” Sangwoo almost laughed, his eyes glinting with madness and oddly enough, some affection, “and when I get bored of you...they'll never find your body.”

The taller male pressed his forehead against Bum's and closed his eyes, enjoying the warm feeling, “you'll never leave that house again, we'll stay there forever, just you and me....and an occasional whore that I'll kill.”

“No...” Yoon Bum found himself saying in horror. The idea of spending his entire life locked inside that house and basement until Sangwoo got bored of him was too painful, too horrifying to endure.

“Hmm?” Sangwoo let out and tilted his head with an unimpressed look, “No?” He asked.

“No! I won't go back! I don't want to stay there, I refuse to go back with you!!” Bum cried out and pushed Sangwoo away with all his might, “let go of me!”. The act of aggression had taken Sangwoo off guard and he fell quite ungracefully onto his ass. Guess all that dragging and upper body training had made the thin, malnourished thing slightly more tenacious.

“I can't...I can't go back, Sangwoo, don't take me back there,” the smaller boy begged and tried to crawl away from the killer who just rubbed the back of his neck unamused before getting up and dusting off his bloodied clothes,

“What a hassle,” Sangwoo sighed as he eyed the crippled scrawny thing that was trying to get away from him.

He followed Bum in leisurely pace, only to stomp his foot down on the boy's bony back just before he could reach the door, grinding his foot down,

“Maybe I should break your spine too? Would you like that?” Sangwoo inquired in calm manner as he observed the boy who was desperately attempting to escape him. The dark haired boy was so desperate, wanting to escape the hell he was going to end up in.

“No no no...” Yoon Bum repeated desperately as he tried to get towards the door, his fingers and nails digging into wood until they were bloody and filled with splinters.

“No?” Sangwoo asked before leaning down enough to grab a handful of the boy's black hair, yanking him painfully upwards, “I'm seriously considering breaking each and every bone in your wretched and filthy little body right now, Bum,” the killer said with a hollow and joyless smile, “but I really want to take my time with you after all, we've got so much to experience together.”

“Lets go,” Sangwoo finally said and started to drag Bum towards the door and stairs, his grip on his dark hair painfully tight.

“No, let go of me! Someone help me! Please!” the thin boy screamed as a last desperate attempt to keep Sangwoo from taking him back into that house of death. His graceful hands clawed at Sangwoo's wrist, trying to get him to loosen his hold, but it didn't do much, “Someone...Please save me!” Yoon screamed while sobbing.

The smile that had played on Sangwoo's lips disappeared and he pushed Bum forward so that he fell onto his back, only to pin him down with his body weight before the smaller male could escape. The man with dyed hair hit him into face as hard as he could, only to repeat that action over and over again.

“Shut. up,” he commanded quietly, his tone poisonous and filled with murderous intent.

He kept hitting Bum until the other man was coughing blood onto the floor, the corner of his mouth bleeding. It was now eerily quiet in the room with only the sound of Sangwoo's fist connecting with the other boy's face piercing the silence.

When the black haired thin young man was no longer moving and merely lied still on the wooden floor, Sangwoo stopped, his knuckles bloody...expression still empty and emotionless as ever. “Did you have enough?” He inquired, but got no reply other than large warm tears trickling down Yoon Bum's face and occasional sob of pain and fear, “Will you shut up now? I'm sick of your crying and whining.”

The boy had gone silent and was no longer begging for someone to save him, “Well?” Sangwoo demanded.

“I'm sorry, Sangwoo, please forgive me,” the miserable and scared boy cried out in utter hopelessness, coughing more blood onto the floor. His face was going to be covered in bruises.

“A little piece of shit like you doesn't deserve to be forgiven...you are a liar and manipulative bitch, “ the man on top of him said dangerously quietly and only now did Bum see how thrilled Sangwoo was, how he was enjoying this, “I'd cut that tongue out, but you might still have use for it...”

“Take me home;” Bum whispered, hoping that it would keep the pain away, but the dark grin Sangwoo gave him promised only excruciating torture,

“I will, and I'll keep you there, safe and away from harm, and when you are gone, I'll bury you in that basement so that you can always be with me. But that won't be today, or tomorrow....or the day after that,“ Sangwoo promised darkly, now caressing his cheek that was starting to get swollen, “we'll spend many wonderful years together.”

Yoon Bum trembled in horror when he heard those words and knew that there was nothing that could save him anymore. Sangwoo could just as well be his god. After all, he was in control of everything and there was no way he'd ever be a benevolent deity to him again.

“You'll spend the rest of your days locked away in that basement,” Sangwoo promised as he took hold of his victim's bloodied and bruised face once more, pulling him into a kiss that was not gentle, far from it. He could feel Sangwoo's other hand cup the back of his head to keep him in the hungry and possessive kiss that felt like a promise of things to come.

When it ended, the thin boy lowered his head in defeat, tears running down his cheeks and some of them fell onto the floor, “I'm sorry.”

Sangwoo smiled and picked his beaten victim up as if he weighted nothing to him, nuzzling his bloodied face affectionately, “You will be even more sorry, now, lets get you home. I've got everything ready for you.”

With that, Sangwoo carried the quietly sobbing and pained male out of the room and down the stairs, past his uncles corpse so that he could see it. Yoonbum wrapped his arms around his kidnapper's back and held onto him tight when the front door opened, and closed behind them.

They were met by the rain that was so heavy that it was hard to see anything. Yoonbum knew, that this was probably the last time he'd ever see the outside world again.

To him, the rain that soaked him to the core was the most beautiful thing in the world.

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