iTunes Bandslam; Flatlined Inhibition
Title: Flatlined Inhibition
Rating: R
Pairing: Kradam
Summary: Adam is missing when Kris gets home, and the scene is something straight out of a nightmare.
Warnings: Violence, drug-use, mentions of sexual-abuse, mentions of death.
A/N: I have no idea where the heck this came from. It just sorta popped up. Another one for band slam; One of Those Nights.
Kris walked into the apartment, and immediately he realized something was different; something was wrong. He’d been living with Adam for two months now, and it was never quiet. There was always some kind of noise emanating from some room. Right now, it was completely and utterly silent.
He dropped his bag by the door and set his guitar against the wall as he walked in. “Adam?” There was no answer, of any kind. If he were here he knew Adam would answer. He moved into the kitchen, hoping for some kind of note or something.
His stomach dropped at what he saw.
The table was broken, snapped in half, and there was a smear of red across the white of the fridge. Droplets of the same red spread all the way across the white tile to the window that was broken open. He pulled his phone out as he climbed onto the counter to peer out, seeing a trail of red droplets moving all the way across the grass to the fence. He sighed in relief as the receptionist spoke. “Please someone broke into my apartment and my boyfriends gone, there’s blood everywhere please.” His voice was small as he spoke.
The woman was calm as she asked for his address and name then told him that someone would be coming in little bit. He clicked his phone shut and held it to his chest. A few tears tumbled down his cheeks and he prayed that Adam was alright.
It was dark, chilly in a damp way, or maybe that was the blood soaking his shirt. His eyes rolled in his skull as he tried to figure out where we was. There was a small beam of light coming from behind him, and when he tried to turn he found his wrists and ankles tied to the chair he was in. He huffed through his nose and started licking at the tape over his mouth in an attempt to push it off. He had to scream, he had to get someone’s attention, anyone’s.
He had to get back to Kris.
Kris felt useless. He wanted Adam back, but the police didn’t seem to have any idea of what to do, they just told him to ‘stay calm’ and ‘stay out of the way’. He couldn’t see how they expected him to be calm and collected in this situation. There was blood, Adam was missing, and Kris had an active - horrible - imagination.
He paced in the bedroom, every time he’d feel like he was going to start screaming or go insane from how damn worried he was he’d turn to one of the pictures on the wall. Adam was smiling at him, completely carefree, telling Kris to calm down and that everything would be okay.
It only worked for a few seconds.
He’d gotten about halfway to freeing his mouth when someone came in. They stepped in through the dark, hand slapping down against the tape as he heard another piece being ripped off. This time his keeper wrapped it over about five times, covering from just under his nose to his chin and going over his hair. He thrashed for a moment before the person whacked him over the head with something heavy and thick. His eyes rolled back for a moment and he was conscious enough to feel a pinch in his arm at the bend of his elbow before he fell back into darkness.
A week passed before he’d heard anything about Adam’s disappearance. Kris shot up from the still made bed as the detective in charge of the case - Detective Kilbrook, probably about as tall as Adam - answered. “We might have a lead.” Kris never thought he’d heard anything better. “There’s shoe prints outside the windowsill we found, and we couldn’t find a match until now. They’re from a pair of boots that workers at a factory in Huntington Park. We have a list of names and addresses here. We’ll call you back if we find anything out.” He hung up before Kris could say anything back. He closed his phone and settled back onto the bed, closing his eyes for another night of fitful sleep.
His head was throbbing, a splitting pain ripping along the back of his skull with every movement. He squeezed his eyes shut and slowly lifted his head up, then froze as he felt a tingling sensation along his cheek. He screamed through the tape and thrashed around for a second before he was hit again with the blunt object from before. He winced as he felt the skin on his cheek split open and cried as fingers traced over the wound. “You should accept this, Adam.” The man muttered, and Adam choked out a sob when he felt the hand clasp around his chin. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
His mind told his body to fight, but for some reason it wouldn’t obey. He sobbed again and felt tears spill over his cheeks. The voice cooed and traced over his lips through the tape. He shuddered madly and back as far as he could into the chair.
“Please.” He muttered through the gag, shaking his head. “Let me go, please.”
He felt the hand tighten and the thumb brushing against the cut on his cheek pressed in, sending a flare of horrid pain radiating through him. He screamed through the gag and shook his head free of the man’s grip. He paid for it a moment later when that same hand made contact with his cheek. More tears poured over and he went back to begging.
He winced as he felt a thumb press against the crook of his arm and he shot back like he was electrocuted. It hurt, feeling almost like he was being seared. He felt dizzy all the sudden, sick, and a few seconds later he passed out again.
The man was there when he woke up again. This time there was no tape covering his mouth, but his throat was wrecked. All he could get out were small, pathetic cries. He could see the man’s smile glinting in the tiny amount of light and whined as the thumb pressed against his lips again. He felt nauseous, and unclean, and the man’s touch just made it worse.
“Please…” He squeaked out, he tugged at the ropes on his wrist and the man simply chuckled, brushing a hand along his cheek.
“It’ll all be better soon.” He muttered. Adam was really going to be sick. He squeezed his eyes shut and wished he could go home, that he could be with Kris. The man’s fingers pressed against his lips again and suddenly Adam’s fogged brain was clear. He bit down as hard as he could when they pressed in and the man screamed. He felt victorious for a moment, until the man’s hand lashed against his cheek hard enough that he could taste blood.
The man’s hand swung back again and just when Adam braced for the contact he heard a knock on the door. The man froze for a moment before turning away and pressing another strip of tape over Adam’s mouth before he could scream. He glared back at Adam for a moment then moved up the stairs.
Adam listened for a moment as he heard voices above then trashed around. He tried everything he could to get free or get the gag off. He rocked back and forth and yelped as the chair fell forward, his knee knocking painfully against the stone floor.
There was silence above and he almost cried in relief when he heard a voice above echo. “What was that.”
He poked his tongue at the tape and - a miracle of all miracles - it pushed off. He drew in a breath and yelled out with all the power he could, wincing as his voice cracked. He heard yelling above, followed by footfalls against the floor above him. He nearly cried in relief when he saw the door open and a tall figure walk in.
The man rushed over to him and quickly untied him. Adam fell into the man and immediately started sobbing, muttering a constant stream of gratitude. He squinted his eyes shut as the man helped him up stairs and settled him onto the ground. “I called an ambulance to come and check on you.” He paused for a moment. “You’re Mr. Lambert, right?”
Adam nodded slowly then cleared his throat. “I-I just want to go home.”
The man smiled slightly. “Well, we need to make sure you’re okay first.” He pulled out his cell phone. “Kris and your family will be waiting at the hospital though.” He glanced up at Adam through the small strands of hair that fell forward in front of his eyes. “If that’s alright with you, anyway.”
Adam’s head bobbed enthusiastically for a moment before he groaned at the radiating pain in his skull. The man reached out a hand to steady him. “Slow down there, guy.” He grinned. “Don’t wanna do anymore damage.” He hesitated for a moment before sighing. “I have a make a few calls, I can call someone here to keep an eye on you if you want.”
“Are you going to call Kris?” The man nodded and he shook his head. “I want to talk to him.”
The man frowned. “Your voice is wrecked. I think-”
“I don’t care.”
The man stared down at his phone for a few seconds before typing in a number and holding it to his ear. “Hey, yeah, Kris. This is Caden. Detective Kilbrook.” He smiled. “We found him.” He pulled the device away from his ear for a moment, wincing slightly, before handing it over to Adam. “I think he wants to talk to you to.”
Adam grabbed the device, holding it up to his ear and smiling as he heard Kris’ voice. “Hey baby.” He frowned at the sob that answered. “Well fine, I figured you’d be happy to know I’m alright but if all you’re going to do is cry.” The detective rolled his eyes and stood up, peeking out the door for a moment and yelling to someone else before he moved back over. Kris sniffed and called him immature before asking for the phone to be given back to the detective.
He held the phone back to his ear and suddenly his face was all business. “We almost missed him. We were about to leave when we heard something down in the basement. I guess your boy got free somehow since he was yelling his head off the next moment.” He paused for a moment and looked over to Adam. “Nice pipes, by the way. I’m sure all the neighbors heard you, too.” Adam chuckled slightly and he went back to talking. After a moment he hung up and dialed in another number.
They spent the entire wait for the ambulance calling Adam’s parents and brother to ensure he was safe and then the detective spent the rest of the time talking with someone else. When the ambulance arrived the detective offered to ride with Adam, he didn’t miss the opportunity to have someone somewhat familiar and safe there.
Adam’s kidnapper was Kevin Deacon; who was released from prison a year ago on a sizable bail. He was locked up for rape that time. Caden, the detective, said that they’d arrived just in time, seeing as Deacon had several vials of rohypnol and syringes in the basement desk. As far as Adam could remember he’d only been shot once, and Deacon apparently didn’t do anything during the time Adam was out according to tests.
“He’s going to be locked up for this.” Caden said one of the times he checked in with Adam and Kris. “Hopefully he can’t bribe his way out this time. But, if he does get out, if you want we can send someone over to keep an eye out for you.” Adam started nodding even before he finished.
They got a call about two months after Deacon was put in prison, from Caden. “He’s out, I’m coming, keep your eyes open until I get there.” His voice was rough, angered. Kris was wide awake as soon as he got the call. He shook Adam up and the two of them stayed in the bedroom with the light on and Kris’ hand on the bat near the nightstand.
Caden walked in about half an hour after. “He got out on bail again.” He paced back and forth, pinching the bridge of his nose as he did. “He disappeared afterward but-”
“But he’s definitely coming for me.” Adam muttered in monotone, his eyes wide.
Caden glanced over at him and nodded. “After what he said in the trial I’m sure of it. We already have someone positioned at his house but we’re not sure if he’s going to head there first or here.” He sighed and fell onto the recliner across from the couch where the couple was, his eyes locked onto Adam. “I’m not going to let him anywhere near you.”
Adam nodded but kept quiet.
It was well into night before anything happened. Kris and Adam were in their bedroom with Caden still out in the living room when they heard a crash. Adam shot up in the bed and back up into the headboard. Kris’ hand found the bat and held it up.
They both jumped as they heard a gunshot, followed shortly by a low thump. A few minutes passed until Caden walked over and knocked on the door. He yelled through. “It’s over.”
Adam shrunk into his boyfriends body and wrapped his arms around him, his heart slowing as comfort seeped through him. It was all over.
Rating: R
Pairing: Kradam
Summary: Adam is missing when Kris gets home, and the scene is something straight out of a nightmare.
Warnings: Violence, drug-use, mentions of sexual-abuse, mentions of death.
A/N: I have no idea where the heck this came from. It just sorta popped up. Another one for band slam; One of Those Nights.
Kris walked into the apartment, and immediately he realized something was different; something was wrong. He’d been living with Adam for two months now, and it was never quiet. There was always some kind of noise emanating from some room. Right now, it was completely and utterly silent.
He dropped his bag by the door and set his guitar against the wall as he walked in. “Adam?” There was no answer, of any kind. If he were here he knew Adam would answer. He moved into the kitchen, hoping for some kind of note or something.
His stomach dropped at what he saw.
The table was broken, snapped in half, and there was a smear of red across the white of the fridge. Droplets of the same red spread all the way across the white tile to the window that was broken open. He pulled his phone out as he climbed onto the counter to peer out, seeing a trail of red droplets moving all the way across the grass to the fence. He sighed in relief as the receptionist spoke. “Please someone broke into my apartment and my boyfriends gone, there’s blood everywhere please.” His voice was small as he spoke.
The woman was calm as she asked for his address and name then told him that someone would be coming in little bit. He clicked his phone shut and held it to his chest. A few tears tumbled down his cheeks and he prayed that Adam was alright.
It was dark, chilly in a damp way, or maybe that was the blood soaking his shirt. His eyes rolled in his skull as he tried to figure out where we was. There was a small beam of light coming from behind him, and when he tried to turn he found his wrists and ankles tied to the chair he was in. He huffed through his nose and started licking at the tape over his mouth in an attempt to push it off. He had to scream, he had to get someone’s attention, anyone’s.
He had to get back to Kris.
Kris felt useless. He wanted Adam back, but the police didn’t seem to have any idea of what to do, they just told him to ‘stay calm’ and ‘stay out of the way’. He couldn’t see how they expected him to be calm and collected in this situation. There was blood, Adam was missing, and Kris had an active - horrible - imagination.
He paced in the bedroom, every time he’d feel like he was going to start screaming or go insane from how damn worried he was he’d turn to one of the pictures on the wall. Adam was smiling at him, completely carefree, telling Kris to calm down and that everything would be okay.
It only worked for a few seconds.
He’d gotten about halfway to freeing his mouth when someone came in. They stepped in through the dark, hand slapping down against the tape as he heard another piece being ripped off. This time his keeper wrapped it over about five times, covering from just under his nose to his chin and going over his hair. He thrashed for a moment before the person whacked him over the head with something heavy and thick. His eyes rolled back for a moment and he was conscious enough to feel a pinch in his arm at the bend of his elbow before he fell back into darkness.
A week passed before he’d heard anything about Adam’s disappearance. Kris shot up from the still made bed as the detective in charge of the case - Detective Kilbrook, probably about as tall as Adam - answered. “We might have a lead.” Kris never thought he’d heard anything better. “There’s shoe prints outside the windowsill we found, and we couldn’t find a match until now. They’re from a pair of boots that workers at a factory in Huntington Park. We have a list of names and addresses here. We’ll call you back if we find anything out.” He hung up before Kris could say anything back. He closed his phone and settled back onto the bed, closing his eyes for another night of fitful sleep.
His head was throbbing, a splitting pain ripping along the back of his skull with every movement. He squeezed his eyes shut and slowly lifted his head up, then froze as he felt a tingling sensation along his cheek. He screamed through the tape and thrashed around for a second before he was hit again with the blunt object from before. He winced as he felt the skin on his cheek split open and cried as fingers traced over the wound. “You should accept this, Adam.” The man muttered, and Adam choked out a sob when he felt the hand clasp around his chin. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
His mind told his body to fight, but for some reason it wouldn’t obey. He sobbed again and felt tears spill over his cheeks. The voice cooed and traced over his lips through the tape. He shuddered madly and back as far as he could into the chair.
“Please.” He muttered through the gag, shaking his head. “Let me go, please.”
He felt the hand tighten and the thumb brushing against the cut on his cheek pressed in, sending a flare of horrid pain radiating through him. He screamed through the gag and shook his head free of the man’s grip. He paid for it a moment later when that same hand made contact with his cheek. More tears poured over and he went back to begging.
He winced as he felt a thumb press against the crook of his arm and he shot back like he was electrocuted. It hurt, feeling almost like he was being seared. He felt dizzy all the sudden, sick, and a few seconds later he passed out again.
The man was there when he woke up again. This time there was no tape covering his mouth, but his throat was wrecked. All he could get out were small, pathetic cries. He could see the man’s smile glinting in the tiny amount of light and whined as the thumb pressed against his lips again. He felt nauseous, and unclean, and the man’s touch just made it worse.
“Please…” He squeaked out, he tugged at the ropes on his wrist and the man simply chuckled, brushing a hand along his cheek.
“It’ll all be better soon.” He muttered. Adam was really going to be sick. He squeezed his eyes shut and wished he could go home, that he could be with Kris. The man’s fingers pressed against his lips again and suddenly Adam’s fogged brain was clear. He bit down as hard as he could when they pressed in and the man screamed. He felt victorious for a moment, until the man’s hand lashed against his cheek hard enough that he could taste blood.
The man’s hand swung back again and just when Adam braced for the contact he heard a knock on the door. The man froze for a moment before turning away and pressing another strip of tape over Adam’s mouth before he could scream. He glared back at Adam for a moment then moved up the stairs.
Adam listened for a moment as he heard voices above then trashed around. He tried everything he could to get free or get the gag off. He rocked back and forth and yelped as the chair fell forward, his knee knocking painfully against the stone floor.
There was silence above and he almost cried in relief when he heard a voice above echo. “What was that.”
He poked his tongue at the tape and - a miracle of all miracles - it pushed off. He drew in a breath and yelled out with all the power he could, wincing as his voice cracked. He heard yelling above, followed by footfalls against the floor above him. He nearly cried in relief when he saw the door open and a tall figure walk in.
The man rushed over to him and quickly untied him. Adam fell into the man and immediately started sobbing, muttering a constant stream of gratitude. He squinted his eyes shut as the man helped him up stairs and settled him onto the ground. “I called an ambulance to come and check on you.” He paused for a moment. “You’re Mr. Lambert, right?”
Adam nodded slowly then cleared his throat. “I-I just want to go home.”
The man smiled slightly. “Well, we need to make sure you’re okay first.” He pulled out his cell phone. “Kris and your family will be waiting at the hospital though.” He glanced up at Adam through the small strands of hair that fell forward in front of his eyes. “If that’s alright with you, anyway.”
Adam’s head bobbed enthusiastically for a moment before he groaned at the radiating pain in his skull. The man reached out a hand to steady him. “Slow down there, guy.” He grinned. “Don’t wanna do anymore damage.” He hesitated for a moment before sighing. “I have a make a few calls, I can call someone here to keep an eye on you if you want.”
“Are you going to call Kris?” The man nodded and he shook his head. “I want to talk to him.”
The man frowned. “Your voice is wrecked. I think-”
“I don’t care.”
The man stared down at his phone for a few seconds before typing in a number and holding it to his ear. “Hey, yeah, Kris. This is Caden. Detective Kilbrook.” He smiled. “We found him.” He pulled the device away from his ear for a moment, wincing slightly, before handing it over to Adam. “I think he wants to talk to you to.”
Adam grabbed the device, holding it up to his ear and smiling as he heard Kris’ voice. “Hey baby.” He frowned at the sob that answered. “Well fine, I figured you’d be happy to know I’m alright but if all you’re going to do is cry.” The detective rolled his eyes and stood up, peeking out the door for a moment and yelling to someone else before he moved back over. Kris sniffed and called him immature before asking for the phone to be given back to the detective.
He held the phone back to his ear and suddenly his face was all business. “We almost missed him. We were about to leave when we heard something down in the basement. I guess your boy got free somehow since he was yelling his head off the next moment.” He paused for a moment and looked over to Adam. “Nice pipes, by the way. I’m sure all the neighbors heard you, too.” Adam chuckled slightly and he went back to talking. After a moment he hung up and dialed in another number.
They spent the entire wait for the ambulance calling Adam’s parents and brother to ensure he was safe and then the detective spent the rest of the time talking with someone else. When the ambulance arrived the detective offered to ride with Adam, he didn’t miss the opportunity to have someone somewhat familiar and safe there.
Adam’s kidnapper was Kevin Deacon; who was released from prison a year ago on a sizable bail. He was locked up for rape that time. Caden, the detective, said that they’d arrived just in time, seeing as Deacon had several vials of rohypnol and syringes in the basement desk. As far as Adam could remember he’d only been shot once, and Deacon apparently didn’t do anything during the time Adam was out according to tests.
“He’s going to be locked up for this.” Caden said one of the times he checked in with Adam and Kris. “Hopefully he can’t bribe his way out this time. But, if he does get out, if you want we can send someone over to keep an eye out for you.” Adam started nodding even before he finished.
They got a call about two months after Deacon was put in prison, from Caden. “He’s out, I’m coming, keep your eyes open until I get there.” His voice was rough, angered. Kris was wide awake as soon as he got the call. He shook Adam up and the two of them stayed in the bedroom with the light on and Kris’ hand on the bat near the nightstand.
Caden walked in about half an hour after. “He got out on bail again.” He paced back and forth, pinching the bridge of his nose as he did. “He disappeared afterward but-”
“But he’s definitely coming for me.” Adam muttered in monotone, his eyes wide.
Caden glanced over at him and nodded. “After what he said in the trial I’m sure of it. We already have someone positioned at his house but we’re not sure if he’s going to head there first or here.” He sighed and fell onto the recliner across from the couch where the couple was, his eyes locked onto Adam. “I’m not going to let him anywhere near you.”
Adam nodded but kept quiet.
It was well into night before anything happened. Kris and Adam were in their bedroom with Caden still out in the living room when they heard a crash. Adam shot up in the bed and back up into the headboard. Kris’ hand found the bat and held it up.
They both jumped as they heard a gunshot, followed shortly by a low thump. A few minutes passed until Caden walked over and knocked on the door. He yelled through. “It’s over.”
Adam shrunk into his boyfriends body and wrapped his arms around him, his heart slowing as comfort seeped through him. It was all over.