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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
14
Views:
2,816
Reviews:
38
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chapter 10
Chapter 10: Deal with the Devil
A/N; Now, I’m just making up chapter titles.
To call.
Or
Not to call.
If he doesn’t call, then he’ll have to go over to the station and personally tell the detectives why he could no longer help them. No doubt that the caveman would try to get him to change his mind. But Bain could no longer do this… Not when there was a chance that the bastard could find out about him, how he managed to survive everything that He had did to him and the chance that He may come after him just to keep him quiet.
If he did call, there was a very good chance that Chaze would track him down like an a starving lion and then would do everything he can to get him to change his mind.
Either way he was screwed and not in the good way.
The blonde stared at his mint colored phone that just laid there quietly and peacefully on his kitchen countertop. He was already on his fourth cigarette and it’s only been ten minutes.
Now he wasn’t big smoker. Just more like a social smoker, like when he’s out with Alan at clubs and bars and there were other smokers there. And it made a great pick-up line when he’s needing a good quickie.
But somehow the more nervous he got, the more he smoked. If he didn’t make a decision soon he’ll need to buy another whole carton.
Bain also had a very good idea on who the sicko was. That was the reason that he hasn’t gone to work yet. There was 50% chance that he was wrong but still there was that 50% chance that he could be right.
And if he could recognize “Papa’, then ’Papa’ could recognize ‘Lance’.
It was ten years after but there were some things that didn’t change with age. Just thinking about the possibility that he has been talking to his rapist all this time, made the blonde man shiver at the thought.
Bain snuffed out the half-dead cigarette in the green ceramic ashtray and picked up the phone and dialed.
Please be someone else. Please be someone else. Please be someone else. Please be someone else. Please be someone else. Please be someone else. Please be someone else. Please be someone-
“Hey, um. I’m Bain Withers. I was helping Detective Marks and Detective Cheza with the ’Cassandra’ Case.”
Thank you god!!! He lucked out and got another detective that was also working on the case.
“Umm, just tell either one that I could no longer help them out. Things happen you know. Thank-you. Good bye.”
The small man hit ‘end’ on the phone and send it flying to a nearby chair. He propped his elbows on the counter and rubbed his tired eyes. He hadn’t slept all night last night and just spend quality time with the History Channel till 6. Then he watched ‘Madeline’ and then ‘Saved by the Bell’.
Just thoughts of who his childhood devil being that close by all this time had caused the insomnia. Plus what happen in the book shop.
Miss Barbie showing up and calling herself, that damn caveman her ‘Teddy-bear’. Sure, he has been through Alan’s girlfriends[‘ shit to know when a woman was just keep her repetition safe and made sure it wasn’t her that turn a guy gay. Shit, he had lost a many a good sex due to ex-girlfriends’ sudden appearances and demanding that the relationship be re-acted.
But the whole thing at the book shop just caused him to think that about what he wanted from the dark-haired man. Did he just want to sleep with him once and then conveniently lose his number? Or did he really want to try the whole relationship thing?
The last time he had tried it, the jerk broke it off when Bain had refused to explain the thousands of drugs that he took and why he had panic attacks once a week.
He said that he couldn’t be in a real relationship where there were so many secrets between them.
With Caveman, there weren’t almost any secrets between them. He already knew about his scars and fears. And after a long time, Bain felt safe enough to trust someone other then Alan to lower his guard and actually be happy at some level.
If he do want more with the stormy eyed man, then he would have to get Kerry the Barbie to release her claws.
God, there was a reason why he didn’t mess around with women. They were a very scary species.
“Fuck it. One night stands are the way to go in this life.” He took a sip out of his coffee mug.
Slone barked at the TV when his favorite show came on. Bain clanked his rings against the mug as he think. After he made up his mind, he got dressed in some old jeans and a blue sweater and pulled on some socks and shoes.
He dressed Slone in his usual fire-sweater and clinked on his collar and leash.
“I think a day at the park would do you some good, sweets.” AS he hooked his shoulder bag over his shoulder and walked out of the small apartment.
The mint-green mobile phone laid forgotten on the seat of the dark brown plushie chair.
*****
For some reason, just two nights after a major snowfall and it’s threatening to snow at any moment, there were people that were jogging in tight-skinned spandex with just a coat, gloves and headband at the City park. What the hell was that about? Bain’s been at here for only ten minutes and was ready to say ‘fuck it, I’m going home.’ and he was dressed like a Eskimo.
Even poor Slone with his blubber and sweater was having a tough time in this cold. That or the blonde man really needed to talk the bulldog out on walks more often and re-think about that dogs don’t need to be put on diets like humans. Some humans. Like him.
He was gaining a pouch around his stomach. He only noticed it in the shower, and spend a good three minutes under the slowly cooling water, poking at it. Guys like him don’t do well with pouches…What was that?
Bain stopped both in his musings and in his walk to stare at the still waters of the City lake. He gave a small dry smile and called himself crazy for thinking that something other than a forgotten Frisbee. Not even before he had put one foot forward, something had bobbled up to the lake’s surface.
It was a little boy.
On automatic, he dropped the leash that was in his hand and just ran, jumped over the stone railing and into the cold icy water. Slone was tailing after him, barking like crazy but couldn’t push himself up and over the stone railing.
The barking caused people in the park to stop what their doing and turned to see an insane man, trying to run in the icy water towards the bobbling body of a young boy. Whose was face down in the water.
At least someone with a half a brain dialed the police. And a few others were joining in to help the insane blonde.
******
He was going to kill Bain. The punk had the nerve to call here at the station and told someone other then him, that he had changed his mind. So, a jealous ex-girlfriend had showed up but that doesn’t mean that Bain should just cut himself out of the case.
“Hey, Teddy-Bear!” And cue in the annoying EX girlfriend that hasn’t stopped leaving massages on his voice mail or answering machine. Now she had chosen to show up at the oddest of moments.
Why? Hell if he knows. But it gotta stop.
Like now.
“Kerry.” Stay calm and get the point. “You have no business being here or calling me all the time. We had broke up and I have no great desire of ever getting back together with you ever. I am-”
She had stopped him. “Oh, I know that you’re seeing that punk from that stupid book shop. I had to see it for myself since I know that you prefer someone with a little more class then that.” She even flipped her hair at the end of the sentence.
“Wait a damn minute-”
“I will be damned that I’ll be known as the one that turned Travers Cheza gay. I don’t really care if you are bi-sexual but you are not dating a little brat with fetish for the piecing gun right after me.” The fake blonde woman had slammed her hands down the desk with a determine fire in her fake blue eyes.
“So that’s why you did what you did the other day, “ he now stood up with the same fire in his stormy now turned black eyes. “Do you know what you have done? Do you know how long it had took me to get him to trust me enough to even sleep in my bed and still be there in the morning?!”
Kerry was about to say something in response but their little argument was cut short with Marks rushed in to grabbed his coat.
“Travy, a call was just made about a body being found in the lake. And a someone had just jumped in to get it out the water.”
Kerry forgotten for the moment, Cheza asked who was the guy that was stupid to jump in the icy cold lake water in the December just for a dead body.
The older detective had just say one name before Travers, almost ripping his coat in the process of whipping it off his chair, grabbed his coat and rushed out of the door.
“Bain.”
*****
That little queer so is poping up everywhere these days. I wonder why he wanted to save an already dead body of a very bad boy and risking pneumonia in the process. HE hadn’t even show up at that disgusting little book store of his all morning and yet he is with that fat annoying dog of his.
Luckly, but very unfortunate that someone had jumped in after him and pulled him out. Along with the body of poor poor Sweet Michael that had dared adorable Willam to break all of my plates and say very bad things to me. Too bad, that his wounds were badly infected and eventually had caused his death.
No matter, at least William will be a good boy for now on.
Oh, here comes the police. I hope that they locked up that little faggot for something. Get him off the streets before children are influenced by his sick ways.
There comes that detective that couldn’t just leave that faggot alone. Could there be something going between those two…
That’s too disgusting to even think about.
***
Todd Micavilla gave a shudder as he dug his hands in his pockets to keep them warm as he walked away from the scene that had captured everyone’s interest. As far as he was concern, the blonde man could die of hypothermia or something just as deadly.
“I-I-I just jump in. I mean if I could survive after being dumped in the water by that sick bastard and that kid could too.”
Those words coming from the faggot’s mouth had stopped the old man in mid-step. It caused him to wonder about something that couldn’t have been done, never had been done before.
Wasn’t there something in the news around the time that he had killed his pretty Lance, that a boy was found barely alive in the City Lake during a routine security walk around the park?
What was that boy’s name?
Something that one doesn’t normally hear these days.
Weathers? No, it was Withers.
Bain Withers.
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Slone the dog says: "Umm that can't be too good. Will The protector find out who Bain really was as a child. If he does, what will he do with that knowledge? Review and Shippa will update!"
A/N; Now, I’m just making up chapter titles.
To call.
Or
Not to call.
If he doesn’t call, then he’ll have to go over to the station and personally tell the detectives why he could no longer help them. No doubt that the caveman would try to get him to change his mind. But Bain could no longer do this… Not when there was a chance that the bastard could find out about him, how he managed to survive everything that He had did to him and the chance that He may come after him just to keep him quiet.
If he did call, there was a very good chance that Chaze would track him down like an a starving lion and then would do everything he can to get him to change his mind.
Either way he was screwed and not in the good way.
The blonde stared at his mint colored phone that just laid there quietly and peacefully on his kitchen countertop. He was already on his fourth cigarette and it’s only been ten minutes.
Now he wasn’t big smoker. Just more like a social smoker, like when he’s out with Alan at clubs and bars and there were other smokers there. And it made a great pick-up line when he’s needing a good quickie.
But somehow the more nervous he got, the more he smoked. If he didn’t make a decision soon he’ll need to buy another whole carton.
Bain also had a very good idea on who the sicko was. That was the reason that he hasn’t gone to work yet. There was 50% chance that he was wrong but still there was that 50% chance that he could be right.
And if he could recognize “Papa’, then ’Papa’ could recognize ‘Lance’.
It was ten years after but there were some things that didn’t change with age. Just thinking about the possibility that he has been talking to his rapist all this time, made the blonde man shiver at the thought.
Bain snuffed out the half-dead cigarette in the green ceramic ashtray and picked up the phone and dialed.
Please be someone else. Please be someone else. Please be someone else. Please be someone else. Please be someone else. Please be someone else. Please be someone else. Please be someone-
“Hey, um. I’m Bain Withers. I was helping Detective Marks and Detective Cheza with the ’Cassandra’ Case.”
Thank you god!!! He lucked out and got another detective that was also working on the case.
“Umm, just tell either one that I could no longer help them out. Things happen you know. Thank-you. Good bye.”
The small man hit ‘end’ on the phone and send it flying to a nearby chair. He propped his elbows on the counter and rubbed his tired eyes. He hadn’t slept all night last night and just spend quality time with the History Channel till 6. Then he watched ‘Madeline’ and then ‘Saved by the Bell’.
Just thoughts of who his childhood devil being that close by all this time had caused the insomnia. Plus what happen in the book shop.
Miss Barbie showing up and calling herself, that damn caveman her ‘Teddy-bear’. Sure, he has been through Alan’s girlfriends[‘ shit to know when a woman was just keep her repetition safe and made sure it wasn’t her that turn a guy gay. Shit, he had lost a many a good sex due to ex-girlfriends’ sudden appearances and demanding that the relationship be re-acted.
But the whole thing at the book shop just caused him to think that about what he wanted from the dark-haired man. Did he just want to sleep with him once and then conveniently lose his number? Or did he really want to try the whole relationship thing?
The last time he had tried it, the jerk broke it off when Bain had refused to explain the thousands of drugs that he took and why he had panic attacks once a week.
He said that he couldn’t be in a real relationship where there were so many secrets between them.
With Caveman, there weren’t almost any secrets between them. He already knew about his scars and fears. And after a long time, Bain felt safe enough to trust someone other then Alan to lower his guard and actually be happy at some level.
If he do want more with the stormy eyed man, then he would have to get Kerry the Barbie to release her claws.
God, there was a reason why he didn’t mess around with women. They were a very scary species.
“Fuck it. One night stands are the way to go in this life.” He took a sip out of his coffee mug.
Slone barked at the TV when his favorite show came on. Bain clanked his rings against the mug as he think. After he made up his mind, he got dressed in some old jeans and a blue sweater and pulled on some socks and shoes.
He dressed Slone in his usual fire-sweater and clinked on his collar and leash.
“I think a day at the park would do you some good, sweets.” AS he hooked his shoulder bag over his shoulder and walked out of the small apartment.
The mint-green mobile phone laid forgotten on the seat of the dark brown plushie chair.
*****
For some reason, just two nights after a major snowfall and it’s threatening to snow at any moment, there were people that were jogging in tight-skinned spandex with just a coat, gloves and headband at the City park. What the hell was that about? Bain’s been at here for only ten minutes and was ready to say ‘fuck it, I’m going home.’ and he was dressed like a Eskimo.
Even poor Slone with his blubber and sweater was having a tough time in this cold. That or the blonde man really needed to talk the bulldog out on walks more often and re-think about that dogs don’t need to be put on diets like humans. Some humans. Like him.
He was gaining a pouch around his stomach. He only noticed it in the shower, and spend a good three minutes under the slowly cooling water, poking at it. Guys like him don’t do well with pouches…What was that?
Bain stopped both in his musings and in his walk to stare at the still waters of the City lake. He gave a small dry smile and called himself crazy for thinking that something other than a forgotten Frisbee. Not even before he had put one foot forward, something had bobbled up to the lake’s surface.
It was a little boy.
On automatic, he dropped the leash that was in his hand and just ran, jumped over the stone railing and into the cold icy water. Slone was tailing after him, barking like crazy but couldn’t push himself up and over the stone railing.
The barking caused people in the park to stop what their doing and turned to see an insane man, trying to run in the icy water towards the bobbling body of a young boy. Whose was face down in the water.
At least someone with a half a brain dialed the police. And a few others were joining in to help the insane blonde.
******
He was going to kill Bain. The punk had the nerve to call here at the station and told someone other then him, that he had changed his mind. So, a jealous ex-girlfriend had showed up but that doesn’t mean that Bain should just cut himself out of the case.
“Hey, Teddy-Bear!” And cue in the annoying EX girlfriend that hasn’t stopped leaving massages on his voice mail or answering machine. Now she had chosen to show up at the oddest of moments.
Why? Hell if he knows. But it gotta stop.
Like now.
“Kerry.” Stay calm and get the point. “You have no business being here or calling me all the time. We had broke up and I have no great desire of ever getting back together with you ever. I am-”
She had stopped him. “Oh, I know that you’re seeing that punk from that stupid book shop. I had to see it for myself since I know that you prefer someone with a little more class then that.” She even flipped her hair at the end of the sentence.
“Wait a damn minute-”
“I will be damned that I’ll be known as the one that turned Travers Cheza gay. I don’t really care if you are bi-sexual but you are not dating a little brat with fetish for the piecing gun right after me.” The fake blonde woman had slammed her hands down the desk with a determine fire in her fake blue eyes.
“So that’s why you did what you did the other day, “ he now stood up with the same fire in his stormy now turned black eyes. “Do you know what you have done? Do you know how long it had took me to get him to trust me enough to even sleep in my bed and still be there in the morning?!”
Kerry was about to say something in response but their little argument was cut short with Marks rushed in to grabbed his coat.
“Travy, a call was just made about a body being found in the lake. And a someone had just jumped in to get it out the water.”
Kerry forgotten for the moment, Cheza asked who was the guy that was stupid to jump in the icy cold lake water in the December just for a dead body.
The older detective had just say one name before Travers, almost ripping his coat in the process of whipping it off his chair, grabbed his coat and rushed out of the door.
“Bain.”
*****
That little queer so is poping up everywhere these days. I wonder why he wanted to save an already dead body of a very bad boy and risking pneumonia in the process. HE hadn’t even show up at that disgusting little book store of his all morning and yet he is with that fat annoying dog of his.
Luckly, but very unfortunate that someone had jumped in after him and pulled him out. Along with the body of poor poor Sweet Michael that had dared adorable Willam to break all of my plates and say very bad things to me. Too bad, that his wounds were badly infected and eventually had caused his death.
No matter, at least William will be a good boy for now on.
Oh, here comes the police. I hope that they locked up that little faggot for something. Get him off the streets before children are influenced by his sick ways.
There comes that detective that couldn’t just leave that faggot alone. Could there be something going between those two…
That’s too disgusting to even think about.
***
Todd Micavilla gave a shudder as he dug his hands in his pockets to keep them warm as he walked away from the scene that had captured everyone’s interest. As far as he was concern, the blonde man could die of hypothermia or something just as deadly.
“I-I-I just jump in. I mean if I could survive after being dumped in the water by that sick bastard and that kid could too.”
Those words coming from the faggot’s mouth had stopped the old man in mid-step. It caused him to wonder about something that couldn’t have been done, never had been done before.
Wasn’t there something in the news around the time that he had killed his pretty Lance, that a boy was found barely alive in the City Lake during a routine security walk around the park?
What was that boy’s name?
Something that one doesn’t normally hear these days.
Weathers? No, it was Withers.
Bain Withers.
*****************
Slone the dog says: "Umm that can't be too good. Will The protector find out who Bain really was as a child. If he does, what will he do with that knowledge? Review and Shippa will update!"