Fic: D Is For Disturbing (1/1)
Title: D Is For Disturbing (1/1)
Author: BradyGirl_12
Pairings/Characters: Ben Shakir, Kristen Bouchard, Brief Mention of David Acosta and Bishop Thomas Marx
Fandom: Evil
Genres: Drama, Horror
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Spoilers: For N Is For Night Terrors (2x1)
Summary: Ben has his suspicions about Kristin.
Date Of Completion: June 21, 2021
Date of Posting: June 24, 2021
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, Robert King and Michelle King do, more's the pity.
Word Count: 613
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Shadows creeping,
Darkness sweeping,
Blood seeping,
Statues weeping.
Who can say
When one
Becomes prey?
Barnabas Collins
"Beware The Evil"
1966 C.E.
She’s different.
Ben looked at Kristen, who was listening to the argument between David and Bishop Marx. He was discreet about it. The last thing he wanted was to be caught staring. Something about her lately was disturbing.
He thought about catching her with blood on her leg and her denial of what was right there. Kristin had never been one to deny reality, but now…?
Ben noticed how she was standing. Something off-kilter, and what was up with the bandage on her hand? First blood on her leg, and now an injury to her hand? She looked…twitchy, that was it.
Not only that, when she spoke she sounded hard-edged and brittle. Had the word ‘fucker’ just come out of her mouth?
Kristin glanced at him. Her gaze looked defensive. For all the gold in Fort Knox, what was going on? Why was Kristin suddenly so different?
& & & & & &
The whole Leland-Townshend-wanting-an-exorcism-thing was a distraction, Ben was sure of it. They should be concentrating on the RSM Fertility Clinic instead of wasting time playing Leland’s games.
Talking about distractions…
His dreams were becoming nightmares. What was up with the monster crawling into his bed? What was that called?
Oh, yeah, succubus. Creepy!
& & & & & &
“Hey,” Kristen said.
“Hey.” Ben stood awkwardly at the Bouchard front door.
“Come on in.”
Ben entered the house, familiar with the place but suddenly feeling a chill.
Old houses can be drafty.
Kristen wanted to get her rosary tested and find out what it was made of. “It burned me.” She showed him her hand. The burn was shaped like a cross.
“Hmm.” She was acting like the old Kristen, asking for help and exhibiting skepticism. “I’ll do a test.”
“Thanks.”
Ben took the rosary. “Getting back to your Catholic roots?”
She laughed. He could hear the underlying nervousness. “You know the Church. Like the Marines: there’s no such thing as an ex-Catholic.”
“Yeah, I’ve heard that.”
“Well, it’s true.” Kristen looked at the rosary almost regretfully.
“I’ll get back to you.”
“Thanks again.”
“No problem.”
It was weird, but the house he had visited many times before felt different somehow. Even when the whole Rose390 thing was going on, the house had felt warm and cheerful, fending off an invasion from the outside world. Now it felt…sinister.
He looked up the stairs to the second floor. The top of the staircase was shrouded in darkness. Shadows crawled along the walls of old, polished wood.
Ben left the Bouchard house and walked toward the El. This neighborhood always gave him the creeps, not because it was old or a little shabby, but because it was eerie. He half-expected monsters to jump out at him. He was also aware of crows hanging around in the trees. Crows were creepy, especially in groups, known as murders. Of course!
The train rattled on the El tracks high overhead. Kristin had investigated Leland thoroughly, or as thoroughly as he could be investigated. Slippery character, and she was obsessed with him. He remembered the odd encounter through the spy camera with Leland and shuddered.
Thoughts about the serial killer that Kristin had tried to keep in prison swirled around his head. That blood on her leg the night of the murder…he pushed the thoughts away.
Ben took the rosary out of his pocket and unwrapped the handkerchief surrounding it. It glittered under the glow of a streetlight.
Kristen, what’s going on?
He gently re-wrapped the rosary and put it back in his pocket.
Their mission was changing, and Ben was not sure he liked it.
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