HOUSE OF BROKEN SOULS Part 9
Warnings: This Chapter: Graphic violence. Overall: Slash, sexually explicit content, graphic violence
The fiction includes a mental illness storyline. I am not qualified in mental health, everything I know about it is googled. It's fantasy folks, please don't shoot me though helpful criticism is always welcomed.
*Not real. The folks aren't mine. No damage intended.
Consequences
Early hours, Sunday morning
Jensen stumbled into his apartment at 2am. He still smelled of sex and he quite liked it. He sat on the soft cover of his bed struggling to remove his socks and briefly wondered what Tom would have said and giggled to himself. Something about a self-destruct button. The sobering thought occurred to him that this was the first time he had even considered Tom tonight. Perhaps Jared knew something that none of his shrinks had. Hot sex with a whore was evidently a good thing.
Jensen decided not to take any sleeping pills or even more alcohol. For once he felt content and sleepy. He wondered if he could dream about hot sex with Jared, except in his dream Jared would be gay and an absolute non-bastard. It was a good plan.
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The handle of the knife is smooth and cool to touch. It is a satisfying weight that turns easily in the hand. The other hand touches flesh, runs firmly over the tautly bound arms, slowly over the bony roundness of the shoulder. Fluttering fingers briefly investigate the tattoo angel with the cartoon-cute eyes. The blade flashes with reflected light as it sinks easily through the skin, like slicing butter. There is nothing at first, a dark pencil line drawn on paper white skin. Then, a faint crimson bubbling at the edges of the line spills over and trickles downwards. It joins others, streaming into a bloody river below the fountain that pumps with a slowing pulse. His eyes, fix on his assailant, fade as his life force ebbs and for a moment it looks like he mouths the word “thank-you” and smiles. It's hard to tell when you're busy admiring the garish, gaping red grin carved below the dying man’s face. The edges of the face blur and morph as more blood flows and Jared Padalecki’s hazel eyes stare lifelessly while sticky fluid congeals into blackened puddles below the large body.
Emma smiles, sickly sweet, over at Caitlin who is wordlessly watching, pressed against the wall, shivering in panic, with tears streaming down her cheeks. Dear, silent Caitlin.
Jane grinds her hips hotly against Emma, moaning, sexy and hot, oblivious and needy.
In the corner of the cold concrete room the other woman is hogtied, struggling against the ropes, screaming soundlessly into a gag.
Emma steps across the cell and removes the gag with one swift tug. “Aw darling I love to hear you scream.”
Emma walks away as screams, shrill and desperate, echo against the dirty concrete walls. She looks back momentarily at the bloody body she carved. Detective Ackles’ gold-green eyes, angry and dangerous, meet her glance.
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Jensen fidgeted in the darkness as the screams shrilled. He tried to find the dream in which they belonged but there was none. No Tom, no cold cellar floor, no black terror, just the unrelenting screech of genuine horror. He opened his eyes, pushing the mantle of sleep away. He was fairly sure he was awake now but the screaming hadn’t stopped.
Adrenalin and training kicked in as the ex detective grabbed at his stick and swung from his bed. He listened carefully to locate the source of the desperate sounds.
“No. No. Please. Stop. Please. Stop. Stop. NOOOO. HELP. HELP ME!” The cries were ragged, pleading and then the screaming started again and Jensen knew he was listening to his neighbor. He cocked his head to one side as he thought he heard another, lower voice. Jared! These weren’t the sounds of some kinky sex-play, he was hurting her and to his experienced ear, it sounded serious.
Jensen grabbed at his mobile and dialed 911, gave all the relevant details and identified himself to ensure the call was taken seriously. He grabbed up a T Shirt and threw it on with his soft PJ trousers then opened his desk drawer and withdrew his gun, sliding the clip out, checking it and replacing it. There was a breeze filtering through a barely open window. It scattered cool air onto Jensen’s bare arms but that wasn’t the only reason he shivered and goosebumps prickled his flesh.
Jensen turned the handle on his neighbor’s door but it was locked. He banged his fist against the wood, competing against the muffled cries, sobs and piercing screams. He forced his voice into a reasoned negotiating tone.”
“Jared. You need to stop. Open the door. We can work this out. ”
The screaming didn’t stop but Jensen could hear Jared’s answer. It was too calm, too reasonable. “Wait there! Gonna get the door as soon as I can. Be a few minutes.”
“Jared. You need to open it now.”
Jared’s next reply was ground out with low authority. “Just go away.”
Jensen raised his gun against the door and blew out the lock, raising a miniature dust cloud and an astounding noise which reverberated around the building.
He checked the corridor, single handed grasp on his pistol, finger resting lightly on the trigger. He leant against the wall, for cover and support whilst using his stick to swing the first door open. It opened into the master-bedroom.
Jared was getting to his feet, standing over Caitlin, turning toward the ex detective as he burst into the room. Jared’s startled face paled as he absorbed the full implication of the gun aimed at his chest.
Caitlin rocked herself on the floor below the tall architect. She was keening, her eyes open but unfocussed. Somewhere, in the streets below, sirens sounded and graduated to a crescendo as police cars converged on the building and spilled law enforcement onto the sidewalk and into Madison House Mansions.
“Ackles” breathed Jared nervously “Is that gun loaded?”
“Step away from the lady slowly please Sir.” Jensen’s voice was all business as he reviewed the situation professionally.
The woman was still rocking. It was becoming a more agitated action. He couldn’t see any obvious injuries but she seemed dazed. Then, without warning she was screaming again, begging for help and Jared was looking at him, hazel eyes pleading “I have to.. it’s a nightmare Ackles, a nightmare. Please! You have to let me comfort her.” Jared raised his hands but began to kneel closer to Caitlin.
When the cops searched the apartment they found Jared kneeling next to a catatonic Caitlin and Jensen purposefully pointing a gun at Jared’s head.
Continued in part 10 here: anniespinkhouse.livejournal.com/3945.html