The Protector of children

Chapter 12: Disappear into darkness.

A/n: Before I forget, A few weeks ago, I was messing on you!Tube and came upon on this great song by Within Temptation called “Angels”. As I was watching the video, I was suddenly picturing this story going all with this song. So, if there had to be a theme song for this fic, it would ‘Angels’ by Within Temptation. Go check out it sometime, it’s really good song and band.

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“Here you go.” Cady gave a warm smile as she placed the plastic bag of ice on the dark bruise on the grumpy blonde man’s jaw.

His hand replaced hers in keeping the bag in place. The bruise almost covered that entire side of the jaw and swollen quite nicely. But did anyone take his side when he explained on how he received that bruise?

Fuck. No.

Right now, Alan, best friend and sometimes fuck buddy when he wants too, was chewing his ear off on how stupid he was and how he was blowing the only chance at being happy by being a stupid paranoid asshole. Was he listening to this onslaught of insults and curses?

Fuck. No.

At some point during this lecture by the taller darker blonde, the door rang in a costumer but since Bain was currently trying to look indifferent and quite bored by the whole matter kept his moonstone eyes on the neatest issue of ‘The Tribunal Sun.’ he didn’t see who it was and didn’t think anyone would hear what Alan’s next words were.

“You’re not eight years old anymore. You’re not Lance-” He finally looked up at the mention of the damned name. “anymore. You are Bain, the toughest munchkin since that little guy from Austin Powers. So what if this guy knew about your past and that you have scars and the once-a-day black out? At least, you don’t need to hide it.”

The dark blonde placed his hands on the thin shoulders. “Cheza is the only one willing to be one that you could seek comfort in. I can’t always be there for you. We tried it and it didn’t work cause I couldn’t deal with you crying and shaking while you slept beside me. “

For the first time in a long time, Alan’s voice was trembling and choking back sobs.

“I wasn’t strong enough to pull you back from the nightmares. But he is. I know it because, I saw him at the hospital, holding your hand and whispering in your ear for you to come back. I can’t be your only pillar anymore.” He embraced the small body into his arms and rubbed the blond/blue/purple hair with his hand. “Just try it, just let someone else in.”

Bain’s only free hand clutched tightly at other man’s sleeve , trying to keep from crying. But he didn’t see the navy blue mobile phone in his friend’s jeans’ pocket with the little red button blinking that signals that the phone was on and had someone on the other end listening to their words.

“It’s hurt. I-I-I’m afraid of the possibility that he would disappear after all the case was over and he didn’t need me anymore. Didn’t want the mess of someone that stuck between being a terrified kid and a paranoid adult. Always seeing that psycho doing of those things to me in my mind. Fuck, I have a mini-pharmacy in my bathroom and kitchen to keep me from going over the edge. Who wants that in their lives?”

The only woman in the store didn’t think that she should just stand around, watching her two bosses talking something so private. So she went to help out their only customer at the moment as she waited for the two man to finish their talk.

“Hello, Mr. Micaville. Are you looking for anything specific?” Her words seemed to snapped the old man out of the haze that he was in since he jumped a bit when the petite brunette began talking to him.

“Umm, just browsing around.” The old ice cream seller smiled, turning away from the shelf that he was scanning for books in and focused his attention on the women before him.

“If it’s not too personal but what happen to young Bain. I don’t think I ever see him in such a mess. “ He nodded his head in the direction of the sales counter with honest concern those dark blue eyes of his.

“Well..” Cady leaned in to whisper with the old man leaning in as well. “He was helping the police out with this child-killing case for the last couple of weeks because he once was a child victim of this really creepy freak. Bain is very tore up about it.”

“Really? Was it that terrible?”

She nodded and continued on. “The freak had beaten him and raped him for a really long time till he finally ’killed’ him but Bain wasn’t really dead but He didn’t know that and just dump him in the city lake. I guess a cop was just doing rounds there and noticed that a small boy was in there.”

“Well, I’m glad that someone had find him and saved him. But I heard Alan saying something about him not being ’Lance’ anymore?”

Cays nodded again in confirmation. “Apparently the sick freak gets off renaming the kids. It gives him power over them or something like that.”

“Hey, Cady!” They must have finished their talk now.

“Excuse me. I‘ll be right back” She smiled before walking away.

But Mr. Micaville didn’t wait for the brunette to come back. He left in a rush back to his own shop then to his truck and went home.

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Lance.

My sweet little angel is still alive.

Lance.

But look how he grew up! Into a fucking disgusting queer!

Look how lost he is. How he needs me to help him.

I have to help him. I have to help guide my little angel back to the innocent creature that he once was.

I have use drastic measures this time. I have to remove the impurity that had polluted my little Lance’s soul.

Wait, whose that in my drive way?

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The old ford truck slowed down as it pulled into the gravel driveway beside the old house. Detective Cheza and Detective Marks walked up to him, allowing enough room for him to step out of the truck.

“Todd Micaville?” The younger of the two spoke, flashing his badge at the old man as he talked. “I’m Detective Travers Cheza and this my partner Detective Anthony Marks. Is this your place.”

With honest confusement shown in his wrinkle face, Micevilla nodded in his answer before speaking. “Is there something wrong, Detectives.” He looked between the two men, unsure why the police would be at his home.

The dark-skinned man spoke this time. “Well, that depends. Our resources told us that a child killer was living at a house described like yours here with a glasshouse out in the backyard. There are only three houses out here with a glasshouse in the backyard.”

The old man gave a smile as he spoke. “Well, my grandfather built this house and when my father lived in it, he had built that greenhouse for his business. He was a florist that worked from home.”

“And you don’t use it yourself?” The other detective asked.

“Yes, I do in fact.” Micaville began to walk towards the front door with the other men following close behind. “I have my father’s green thumb and gardening is very good therapy.”

“Why not follow dear old dad’s footsteps and sell your plants?” Cheza spoke, trying to find anything that might give him a clue that this was the one that almost destroyed his love’s soul in those happy dark blue eyes.

The old man shrugged his shoulders. “The flower business wasn’t selling much and at the time, I had two sons to look after and children are expensive to keep up.” He unlocked his door and led the two detectives inside.

Cheza looked carefully around the place that surrounded the front door area since they hadn’t had a chance to grab a search warrant before coming all the way out here. But there was nothing here that pointed this man out as a sick man that liked to hurt and rape little children.

“I could understand that. I have a teenage daughter myself.” Marks rubbed the back of his neck.

“Well, The boys are gone now so I just opened a small coffee and ice cream shop to pay the bills with.” There was a loud noise coming from upstairs that cause all three men to look up but saw nothing out of the ordinary.

“And to keep a cat feed and happy. The little guy gets into almost everything all the time, I won’t be surprised if he broke another flower pot again.” He laughed off the noise as it wasn’t something of importance.

“Right. Well, do you mind if we come back with a search warrant just to be on the safe side. The last place we visit, the jerk was threatening to shoot us if we didn’t have a warrant and it’s important that we are thorough.” The stormy-eyed man spoke, not really believing the old man’s story about a cat.

“Sure. I want this man caught soon as possible but I can assure you that I’m not him.” He shrugged his old shoulders again. “But if you have to go through my house to see that I’m not your guy, by my guest. Go get your search warrant and I’ll personally give you a guided tour of the whole place, top from bottom.”

“All right, then. We’ll both be here tomorrow then.” Detective Marks told the old man and left with his partner follow slowly behind with one last look above him.

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The car ride back to the station was silent but full of tension. Both men had their cop instincts going off about the last house that they had visited. There was something strange about the whole house.

A vibe that just told them that both house and house-owner wasn’t right. Just something that seemed just a bit off..

“Did you think he was lying about the cat?” Marks asked, not looking away from the busy road.

“I think so. We’ll know for sure tomorrow when we check it out.” Then he began thinking about what he had heard on the phone earlier when that little idiot, Alan called him to let him hear Bain crying as he talked about his fear of being hurt by him.

“You should swing by there, tonight.” Picking up on his partner’s thoughts. He also over heard that bizarre phone call.

He may not like it that his partner was having relations with a homosexual but hearing that man pouring his heart out, with the knowledge that it was done in private at the time, he realized that Withers does need someone just to keep him sane enough to function.

It might as well be his partner.

“You’re sure that you could handle all this by your self? I mean, there’s the request for a search warrant--”

The car came to a stop and the old detective turned around to look the younger man in the eyes.

“I can handle this. Bain needs you right now. So go on, git.” He nodded off to the side and it was then Travers noticed that they were parked right outside Withers’ apartment building.

“I owe you a big box of chocolate doughnuts with sparkles!” He yelled as he ran out of the car and ran across the road, with cars honking their horns at him as they were forced to stop.

“Yeah, just pray that this all ends well.” The older man muttered under his breath as he droved off back to the station.

Some how he had feeling it won‘t. But he still hoped that it will.

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