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| Topic Started: Mar 12 2016, 06:14 PM (14,168 Views) | |
| Gene Hunt | Mar 12 2016, 06:14 PM Post #1 |
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*Being a werewolf isn't easy. And neither is being under the thumb of a werewolf hunter. Someone who knows your secret and is only just barely holding back from tracking you down and putting a silver bullet between your eyes for the one reason that you're more valuable to him alive than dead. At the moment, anyway. And it's not like the relationship isn't mutually beneficial in some way. Even though Gene despises taking the money, he has no choice. It's live and live well with all the information he needs or die and end up someone's throw rug. It's been this way for years, between Warren and Gene. It's routine. And so far Gene's fairly sure Warren's the only one who knows. His colleagues don't. They only know that he's unavailable for evening drinks once a month because of "wife commitments", though none of them have been brave enough to point out that they haven't seen his missus in years. Sam definitely doesn't know. It'd blow his little mind,considering how he's already a little peculiar. But of course, like he always does, here's Sam bloody Tyler - his best mate, his right hand, his deputy dog - putting all of this at risk. He doesn't know the specific nature of the danger he's putting them both in, how could he. And Warren would never DO anything about it, he knows that Warren needs Gene too much. Having a DCI at your beck and call is nothing to throw away just because of some uppity little twerp rocking the boat. Right?? * |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 14 2017, 09:09 PM Post #1601 |
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.... *Jesus, is Sam really going to do this? Gene knows he shouldn't have done it, can't he just leave it?? He's a grown adult, if he wants a drink to calm his nerves he's allowed one!* One glass, okay?? One! S'hardly the end of the world is it! |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 14 2017, 10:31 PM Post #1602 |
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One-- *Sam's mouth snaps shut as he takes a breath, one last effort to try and steady himself. One glass. Knowing Gene, "one glass" means one entire glass, not just a finger. Jesus Christ. That on an empty stomach, with the meds he's on...! Sam sets the bottle down on the table so forcibly that that the empty glass jumps slightly from the impact.* It could mean the end of your stomach! For God's sake-- *A hand to his mouth, Sam turns and moves away from Gene a few steps, before spinning around again to face him.* You're not allowed alcohol until you're completely off meds, and you won't be off meds for at least another three weeks! What the hell were you thinking?! |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 14 2017, 11:19 PM Post #1603 |
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*Gene wishes he could stand up and loom over Sam. Grab him by the lapels, slam him up against a wall. But he can't. All he can do is sit there in his chair and shout.* I was thinking that I'm a bloody grown man and I needed a ruddy drink!! I'm sick to the back teeth of feeling this shit ALL the time!! I just needed... SOMETHING. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 14 2017, 11:29 PM Post #1604 |
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Oh, great! So for a few minutes of gratification, you risked burning a hole through your guts! How very grown up!! *Sam paces to the side, running a hand through his hair. He does understand where Gene is coming from, of course - but right now, the gnawing fear that Gene may have caused himself more damage than he realises is overshadowing everything else in Sam's mind.* Jesus, I should take you to the hospital. That's the last bloody thing we need...!! |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 15 2017, 01:06 AM Post #1605 |
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*Sam's right, of course... It was a stupid thing to do... But in the moment it felt like the only thing he COULD do. The only thing that would help. And it did help. Until Sam started shouting and throwing blame around, making the frustration in Gene's chest turn into guilt...* Nothing's burning a hole through anything! I'm alive aren't I?! |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 15 2017, 08:32 AM Post #1606 |
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*Sam just shakes his head, exasperated over Gene's defensiveness. The doctors explicitly warned Sam over this... that alcohol could do so much damage, especially something as strong as whisky. Christ, if Gene starts being sick... Sam doesn't want that to be happening again, not after last time. Not after he'd seen Gene spewing blood.* You could've caused irreparable damage! Bloody hell, if I'd known looking after you would mean I'd have to hide the scotch as well....! *He'd assumed that Gene would be reasonable enough to know the consequences of his actions... ... and he'd assumed - hoped - that if Gene had problems like that, he'd talk to Sam instead of turning to booze....!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 15 2017, 04:05 PM Post #1607 |
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*irreparable damage?? He feels fine! Better than fine! Better than he did before, anyway!* Look! It was one glass! I didn't go overboard did I! *He exhales angrily, his heart pounding in his chest.* I can't... I can't deal with this! Any more! This... *gestures down at his ailing body* This! And THIS! *points to his own head - to the invisible torment still swirling around in there* Jesus Sam! I can't DO this!! |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 15 2017, 04:15 PM Post #1608 |
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*Oh, that hurts. Of course Sam knows why Gene did it - it's the same reason every time, he's come to learn. The booze is just there to numb the pain. But still, the fact that Gene would turn to scotch rather than try and talk about it... even though Sam knows that this is how Gene functions, it still hurts. Lowering his voice slightly, but still agitated, Sam says* You could've come to me! That's what I'm here for, right now - I'm doing everything I can to make this easier for you, every single minute of every hour of every day, I try to find ways to help you heal, and you-- you go and jeopardize all that! You were doing so well too...! *If only Gene understood that having one glass could already be overboard, with the state he's in...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 15 2017, 04:26 PM Post #1609 |
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I know what you've been doing, I know! *Sam's words hit a nerve. Gene knows exactly how much effort Sam's been putting in with him, and it kills him to know he's messed this up so badly. That Sam's so angry. He hadn't wanted to upset him... But he just couldn't stop himself. The booze was right there and he was hurting and frustrated and - -!* And maybe if you'd do less of it you wouldn't be acting like a drama queen over nothing! |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 15 2017, 04:31 PM Post #1610 |
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If-- what?! *Sam's eyes widen with disbelief. Did he just -- what the hell is Gene even implying??* What's that supposed to mean?! |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 15 2017, 04:34 PM Post #1611 |
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*guilt now crushing down on him like an anvil, Gene can't help the words slipping out. He doesn't mean them, but it seems to be the only way to cease the argument, his subconscious apparently thinks.* It means maybe if you hadn't gone poking your nose in where it wasn't needed none of this shit would have happened! Edited by Gene Hunt, Jan 15 2017, 07:18 PM.
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 15 2017, 07:26 PM Post #1612 |
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*At first, it looks like Sam is going to shoot back, his mouth opening-- But then, he pauses and blinks. Realises what Gene is actually saying. It's your fault. Sam's mouth snaps shut. He should be brushing this off. Chalk it down to Gene being grumpy, hurting, and drunk. But he can't. Not when it isn't just Gene's voices echoing through his mind, but also Edwards'... and Warren's. His fault. If he hadn't started stirring things up, then... Does Gene really... think that.......? When Sam finds his voice again, after what seems like an eternity, it's quiet and faintly startled sounding.* ............. Right. *Moving almost mechanically, Sam picks up the bottle of scotch without looking at Gene, then walks out of the lounge.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 15 2017, 11:59 PM Post #1613 |
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*Gene watches Sam leave with wide, shocked eyes. He can't believe the words came out of his mouth. He didn't mean it that way, he didn't mean--! But it's too late. Sam's gone. And Gene can't chase after him. Shit... He slumps back in his chair, muttering curses to himself. Everything Sam's done and this is what he does.... How did this happen? Over one tiny drink...! With a sigh, he closes his eyes. Tries to ignore the swirling feeling in his stomach and the pang of guilt in his heart. He'll give Sam some time. It'll blow over. It has to.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 16 2017, 10:40 AM Post #1614 |
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*The first thing Sam does is to shove the whisky bottle into the highest cupboard he can find, pushing it right to the back. Only then does he pause, leaning against the kitchen counter and staring down at nothing, simply feeling how hard his heart is beating, how his stomach is clenching, his skin burning until Sam can't take it anymore, rubbing and scratching at it. He'd been trying so hard. Not only to help Gene wherever he could, but also to push back those feelings of guilt. To stop himself from replaying Warren's words in his head again and again. But now, it's all coming rushing back with relentless force - Edwards' leering, how sure he'd been that he'd get Sam, in the end... Warren, laughing, basking in Gene's death struggle and Sam's misery... taunting him in that cell, knowing just what to aim for... Sam takes a shaky breath, closing his eyes. He wants to leave. If Gene's become tired of him, if he really means what he said, then by all means, Sam should leave him alone. ... except he can't, can he. Gene's been improving; he doesn't need the wheelchair all the time anymore, he's able to lift his arms a bit higher, and clearly he was strong enough to hold that bottle and pour however much whisky it was into the glass. But that isn't enough. He wouldn't be able to cook for himself. He wouldn't be able to make it up the stairs at the end of the day, to lie down. The bandages and gauze need to be changed regularly. It's only been two weeks; the doctors told Sam Gene would need someone to care for him for at least four. Sam can't leave. He can't just leave Gene to his own devices. And as much as the words have hurt him, piercing through his heart like so many knives, Sam knows that he wouldn't be able to just go, even if Gene didn't need his help so urgently. With a sigh, Sam opens his eyes again. He needs to pull himself together. It's nearly lunch time, and after the stunt Gene pulled, he needs something other than alcohol in his stomach, and quick. Nevermind the fact that the alcohol itself could have done damage - that together with the painkillers Gene has been on... Sam's going to need to watch him closely for the rest of the day. Making a decision, Sam takes a glass from one of the cupboards and fills it with water. He carries it over to the lounge and puts it down on the table besides Gene, leaving again without a word. At some point, they'll have to talk... but Sam can't do it, not right now. Not while the words are still echoing in his mind. Next, Sam picks up the bag filled with groceries. Food, they need food. Sam's mostly been eating along with Gene, making only small sides for himself to eat after the soup. He probably won't need that, this time - he's feeling faintly sick. Pulling himself together, Sam clears away what he doesn't need, and begins cooking that tomato soup. He'd intended this to be a bit of a celebratory meal, but now... well. He's still going to do his best, but when the meal passes in silence, Sam isn't surprised. The rest of the day passes the same way. Sam needs solitude, but he knows he can't leave the house, in case... in case Gene needs him. So he withdraws to 'his' room, pretending to read, but mostly lying on his bed and staring up at the ceiling. Gene has to be the one to come to him, to apologise, Sam decides. If he didn't mean what he said, he has to apologise. And if he did mean it... then Sam is going to have to find a nurse for him. He won't just go and leave Gene helpless, but if he doesn't want him there, there's little use in Sam staying. Sam looks over at the radio, but it remains switched off and silent. Great... The worst thing is that Sam knows Gene's words wouldn't have hurt as much if Sam didn't believe them himself, deep down. He knows he did the right thing in challenging Warren; but the way he went about it... All of this, his own scars, not to mention Gene's injuries, it could have been prevented. If Sam had been more careful, more patient, instead of threatening Warren to his face... They wouldn't be here right now. Gene would be okay. And Sam, he wouldn't have all those memories... The feral look in the wolf's eyes, the expression of defeat when Gene had nuzzled his head against Sam, the fear when Sam told him his plan... all that blood... and Warren's hand closing around his throat, choking him... The hands hiking up his shirt, stroking, kneading, teeth against the sensitive skin of his neck--! Sam jerks with a gasp, the book sliding off him and landing on the carpet with a dull thump. Shit....* ... shit...! *Sam squeezes his eyes shut as he turns to his side. What a bloody mess. Evening comes. Luckily, Sam doesn't need to change Gene's dressings today, so once they've had dinner and Gene is done in the bathroom (all of that passing in silence, save for a few necessary, muttered exchanges), all that's left for Sam to do is to go to bed. That is when he realises that his pillow is still... there. In Gene's bed. Sam stares at it for a few moments. Gene is lying down already. He'd been sleeping so well for the last two weeks - both of them had. But... no, he can't. Not tonight. Not when Gene still hasn't apologised. His chest tight, Sam reaches out and grabs the pillow, switching off the light and leaving the room without giving Gene the chance to say anything. He does, however, leave the light on in the hallway, and the door to his room open. If anything happens, he'll hear it. Sleep doesn't come easily, despite how emotionally drained Sam feels. He lies on his side, eyes open. After about half an hour, he realises that he misses the sensation of Gene's bulk next to him. With a soft curse, Sam turns to the other side, facing the wall. Tomorrow will be a new day. He'll be ready to talk to Gene. Maybe he'll even be ready to face his own feelings of guilt. But now, he just wants to sleep... It takes a few hours, but finally, Sam's eyes drift shut. And he dreams. [WARNING: What follows is a really, really bad nightmare. Contains non-con and major character death as well as a good amount of gore. Read at your own risk - but also remember that it's just a dream.] --- The wolf smashes against the bars of the cage and Sam jerks back. The ropes are cutting into his skin, tight as they are, and the chair he's tied to gives a creak of protest. The smell of blood is overwhelming, and what Sam's just seen-- what happened to Gene-- His face is wet with blood and tears as he stares at the beast before him - the beast that saved his life a month ago. But now... now it's something entirely different. This isn't Gene, it can't be... There's no recognition in its eyes, just a feral fire, angry, wounded and confused. God, it's going to die, Gene is going to die... with that bullet inside him....! And all the while, Warren's laughter is ringing in Sam's ears...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 16 2017, 09:41 PM Post #1615 |
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*The day passes agonisingly slowly. Communication between them both seems to have completely broken down, and every unspoken word, every second of silence hurts Gene's heart. He wants to apologise... But the pride in him forbids it. He was tired, angry, frustrated.... And he didn't mean what he said. Sam knows that, doesn't he? Once in bed, Gene knows he definitely made a mistake. He can feel the way his stomach is working, burning a little. More than before. He shouldn't have picked up that damn bottle... Why did he do it!? Time passes and Gene realises that Sam isn't coming in to sleep with him tonight. That fact sits heavy in Gene's heart like a rock sinking to the bottom of the ocean. He feels sick. Gene won't be sleeping tonight.* ------------------ Warren laughs loudly as the Wolf slams against the bars of the cage - it's going to hurt itself right until the end, isn't it. Delicious. And what's even more delicious is the sight of Sam, trussed up and staring wide-eyed at his former friend. Knowing what's about to happen. Powerless to stop it. "Did you ever see anything like that? Magnificent. I must say, your DCI is a rare breed indeed. A blonde Wolf? That fur... Incredible... "* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 16 2017, 10:07 PM Post #1616 |
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*Warren's words drone through Sam's mind, his voice almost hurting him physically. He's enjoying this... Marvelling at Gene's pain, only seeing the things useful to him... And Warren is enjoying seeing both Sam and Gene suffer. The thought makes Sam feel utterly sick. Instead of responding to Warren, Sam concentrates on Gene - it's all he has left now, to stop Gene from further hurting himself...! *Sam calls out, though his voice is breaking, choking with tears as he strains against his bonds* Gene, stop-- please, don't, don't do this to yourself...! |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 16 2017, 11:55 PM Post #1617 |
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*the Wolf shakes its head and then whines, its front legs giving in, tipping it forwards and onto its side. There's an internal war going on - one battle within its insides, the bullet searing a poisoned path through its stomach - and another in its head. Gene is trying desperately to claw his way back. To take over. And the distress is plain to see on the animal's face. It can hear Sam. Or some part of it can, anyway. The part that's still Gene. The part that's currently crying, not for itself but for this torture he's inadvertently landed Sam in. Warren watches for a moment more, sizing the beast up. Watching the way the hairs move with each ragged breath and the way that the pelt shifts over flesh and muscle, smooth and loose. It'll be a pleasure cutting that away. Warren's hand lands on Sam's shoulder almost as though he's trying to offer comfort. But his voice is anything but reassuring. "He can hear you, Tyler. They always can. It takes a moment for the animal to give way and let the human back in... Some longer than others... But I promise you, he'll be fully aware." The hand on Sam's shoulder squeezes hard. "So. Anything you'd like to say to your DCI? Before his bloody end?"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 17 2017, 12:06 AM Post #1618 |
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*God no... No no no... Even as Warren's hand clamps down on Sam's shoulder, keeping it in an iron-like grip, Sam can't take his eyes off Gene. He can see exactly what's going on, the struggle the Wolf inevitably is going to lose... And knowing that he can hear Sam... That he's there, that he's having to fully live his last moments... Again, Sam doesn't react to Warren's words - it's the last means of defiance he has left - but he finds himself unable to call out to Gene again, the words dying on his tongue. What on earth could he say? I love you. The thought makes fresh tears spring to Sam's eyes, but still he can't close them, keeps staring at the Wolf through blurred vision, his voice momentarily gone...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 17 2017, 11:41 AM Post #1619 |
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*Warren looks down at Sam, relishing the fresh tears and the speechlessness he's inspired. "Nothing? No words of comfort for your oaf of a friend? No apology?" He smiles. This is where Sam's weakness is. The guilt. "He defended you, you know. He came to me, throwing his big ego around. Making demands that I leave you alone." Slowly, Warren's hand leaves Sam's shoulder, fingers brushing up the side of Sam's neck and tracing up the side of Sam's face almost admiringly. "... Told me you weren't to be touched... "* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 17 2017, 01:24 PM Post #1620 |
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*Sam is trying to block it out, but Warren's words hit home. Of course he wants to apologise to Gene - God how he wants to apologise, for not coming sooner, not finding a safe place for him, even for having started all this - but he can't, he can't. Not with Warren leering at him, turning this already horrifying, heartbreaking moment into something even more twisted and torturous. Then his fingers on Sam's skin, leaving burning trails as they go up. Sam's muscles seem to have turned to stone - he can't bring himself to move away, not even to jerk his head back. Gene defended him... tried to keep him safe... Sam remembers, vaguely, Gene telling him that he thought the deal with Warren was still on... that he'd received gifts... Somewhere inside him, Sam finds resolve. Guilt is swirling in his insides, eating away at him, but this one thing he knows... and he can't let Warren win this as well, it can't become such a perfect victory.......! Without taking his eyes off the big wolf, Sam grits out* ... you betrayed him... y-you offered him a deal... and then betrayed him.....!! |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 17 2017, 02:11 PM Post #1621 |
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*Warren chuckles. "He broke the deal. By taking you in. By undoing what Edwards set out to achieve." Behind the bars, the Wolf makes a strangled sound, it's eyes flash - a sudden change happens inside them, like a light switch being flicked. The animalistic rage suddenly drains away, replaced with something much more human. And Warren notices immediately. "Ahh! There he is. Back with us at last." Gene's terrified eyes flick between Sam and Warren, blood already starting to run from his nose. A high pitched, ragged whine erupts from his chest. The situation is very clear, evidently. Warren is in control of them both. And Gene is consumed by pain, on his way out. He whimpers, an attempt to communicate with either of them - a plea, perhaps... Or an apology or a goodbye. Sam will never know.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 17 2017, 02:21 PM Post #1622 |
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*Sam's insides turn to ice at Warren's words, his eyes widening. Gene broke the deal... by taking care of Sam....? No, it can't... but... did... did Gene know...? But Warren's next words drag his attention away from the ever-growing, all-consuming guilt, and back to Gene... and it is Gene, staring back at Sam through rapidly clouding eyes, blood seeping from his nose. He's in there, he can see them... he can see the state Sam is in, shirt hiked up and zip undone... he can see how helpless, powerless Sam is... And his time is running out rapidly... The whimpers are tearing at Sam's heart, causing more tears to run down Sam's cheeks. A sob makes his chest hitch, and then, Warren's presence momentarily forgotten, broken words tumble from Sam's lips* ... Gene... G-Gene, no, I-I'm sorry..... I........! |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 17 2017, 02:33 PM Post #1623 |
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*At Sam's broken words, Gene screws his eyes shut, the whimpering trailing off into a defeated sob. His body is trembling, unable to hold itself up. Blood drips from his snout, from his teeth... Warren knows it's time. He wants Gene to see this. He wants to time it perfectly. "There. Feel better?" Warren's hand brushes the back of Sam's neck, gentle and almost caring. "I want you to feel good about this, Sam. It may be the end of the road for your DCI, but that doesn't mean you and I can't have a fruitful agreement between us, does it. The start of a new chapter." He steps around the chair, leaning down to grab onto the ropes holding Sam down. A quick couple of heaves and Warren's pulled the chair around slightly - just a few degrees - enough so that he can stand in front of Sam without blocking Gene's line of sight. "It seems we were interrupted before. What do you say we seal the deal in the meantime? We even have a witness." Warren grins, gesturing to Gene, dying on the ground* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 17 2017, 02:44 PM Post #1624 |
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*Oh God... more and more blood... his organs must be failing... Sam can imagine exactly how the bullet is burning itself through Gene's insides, destroying everything on its way.... Then the touch again, making Sam shiver convulsively, the hair at the back of his neck standing on end. What Warren is saying doesn't make any sense - until he re-positions Sam, jostling him in the process. Sam's eyes remain glued to Gene, shivering on the ground on the other side of the bars, when Warren speaks again. We were interrupted before. It all clicks into place, suddenly. Sam can't help but turn his head, staring back at the man wide-eyed, fresh terror starting to seep into his mind. He knows exactly what Warren is implying. Sam's lips move without a sound for a moment, but then he finds his voice again.* ... don't.... don't you dare.......... |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 17 2017, 02:49 PM Post #1625 |
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*Warren raises an eyebrow, looking down at Sam like he's a freshly cooked meal ready to be devoured. "Oh Mr Tyler... You should know. I don't promise a man a good time only to let him down. That's just cruel." He looks back at Gene, making sure that the Wolf is watching. "After all, you were such a good boy turning up here all on your own. You deserve a reward." Teeth exposed like a shark, Warren looks back down at Sam, eyes fixated on Sam's groin. On the exposed bulge visible through his open trousers.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 17 2017, 02:59 PM Post #1626 |
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*Warren's face seems super-imposed in Sam's vision as he leers down at him, a hunger in his eyes that makes Sam's stomach churn. This can't be happening... Not on top of everything else, on top of Gene dying... Sam notices how Warren glances to the side, and he can't help but do the same - and indeed, he's right there, exposed and in full view for Gene... Gene... Sam remembers how he'd dreamed about Gene and him - not exactly falling in love, but... maybe releasing all that tension that seemed to be between them, at some point. And he thought it had been going well, especially the last week... But now, all of that shatters in the face of Warren, grinning down at him like a shark about to take a satisfying bite out of its victim. His stare makes Sam want to squirm, to somehow twist out of his bonds, but it's impossible - the ropes are painfully tight, the handcuffs chafing against his wrists... and his leg is too injured for Sam to get a good kick in........ Panicking more and more, Sam still can't help but jerk against the ropes, a pathetic attempt to get away.* D-don't-- don't touch me--!! |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 17 2017, 03:10 PM Post #1627 |
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*Sam's panic does nothing but spur Warren on. As though getting ready to play an intricate piece on the piano, he threads his fingers together and cracks his knuckles. The blood already coating his hands squelches and smears across his palms. He's a surgeon, scrubbing up with liquid before diving in. "Oh, that's exactly what I'm going to do. I'm going to touch you. I'm going to make you soar. I'm going to give you the greatest, most incredible release of your pathetic life. And when this is done - when I throw you out of here, back into your miserable job... You'll remember this. Those long, lonely nights in that dark flat of yours... You'll think about this moment. How the stars exploded in front of your eyes... How your whole world lit up in ecstasy the moment your friend choked on his own blood. And you'll wish you could have just one more taste...." Full of determination, Warren swings his leg back over Sam's lap, the weight of him pinning Sam even further. The momentum they'd built up prior to Gene's transformation has dissipated now - but Warren knows he can bring it back. Hands warm and damp, he presses a palm hard against Sam's crotch and begins kneading forcefully. Encouraging the blood back down. "Lets get to know each other a little better, shall we? How do you want it, Sam? Do you like it soft and tender? Or rough and hard?"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 17 2017, 04:00 PM Post #1628 |
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*For a good few seconds it feels as though Sam can't breathe. As though Warren's words are sucking the oxygen away from him, leaving him reeling like a fish out of water. And they hit home - hit Sam like so many sharpened, poisoned arrows, feeding his terror. The blood on his hands - Gene's blood - about to touch him-- Then Warren sits down, pinning Sam in place, his breath ghosting over Sam's face-- sudden pressure on his groin. Sam jerks, a horrified sound escaping his throat as Warren begins to knead. It hurts, it's too much, and yet-- and yet, Sam can already feel it. Sparks beyond the pain, reacting to the touch. Another low, panicked cry, Sam curling in on himself without meaning to (though he doesn't get far of course), straining against the ropes and shivering with each press of Warren's palm. Without thinking, Sam pleads* N-no, no, please, don't-- *sucks in a shaking breath* -- d-don't do this-- |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 17 2017, 04:11 PM Post #1629 |
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*Sam doesn't give him an answer to that question. It wasn't like Warren was expecting him to. "Rough, then. The pleaders always like it rough." He curls his hand around the mass under Sam's underwear, squeezing and kneading harder, the wet friction of the bloody fabric rubbing against Sam's skin. Gene's distressed whimpers and cries from beside them only give Warren a more encouraging soundtrack to work to. The devil is in him, now. And he's not going to stop until he's broken Sam down. Made him spill just as Gene's last breath shudders from his bleeding snout. Under his fingers, Warren feels a tell-tale twitch. "Mmhh... Yessss, feel that? You want it, you can't deny it. The evidence is right here." With a low growl, Warren presses his thumb into the top of his handful, where he can feel the giveaway small spot of moisture beginning to seep.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 17 2017, 04:23 PM Post #1630 |
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*Oh god no, why is his body reacting - the friction is too much, burning across his skin like fire, and yet-- and yet, he can feel the twitch, can feel himself growing harder... Sam sobs, trying to lean to the side and away from Warren, but every squeeze causes Sam's muscles to contract, forcing him to stay in place in addition to Warren's unrelenting weight. Warren's words again, digging into his skin, and Sam cries out again when Warren presses down, sending and unequivocal jolt through him. Something is wrong, something about all of this is making Sam's body far more sensitive than it has any right to be, but under Warren's ministrations, clear thoughts are slowly but surely beginning to dissolve. Sam finds himself gasping* No, I-I-- I don't w-w-want this--! *Not here, not with this man, not in front of Gene...!! The thought makes Sam glance to the side, unable to help himself... Gene can't die with this being the last thing he sees.......!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 17 2017, 04:57 PM Post #1631 |
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*"Oh but you do! You can feel it, hm? You're aching for me..." Warren's other hand snakes down and seizes Sam's balls, squeezing them through the fabric. "Say it. Say you want me." High on power, Warren growls into Sam's ear. "Say you want me. Loud enough for your puppy to hear. You don't want to know what I'll do if you don't."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 17 2017, 05:07 PM Post #1632 |
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*Another jolt, like electricity, flashes through Sam as Warren suddenly grabs his balls, and he chokes out a groan, tears dripping down onto Warren's hands. His voice is searing through Sam's brain, cutting off his breathing, and for a few moments he's left struggling for air, all the while having to battle the growing hotness in his crotch... What little resolve Sam had left, resolve to stay strong and not let Warren get to him, is well and truly gone at that threat. It leaves him shuddering with despair, unable to do anything other than brokenly plead* No, p-please, no... *What else could Warren possibly do...! Gene is dying a horrible, agonizing death, and the sensations rushing through his own body are making Sam wish that he would die as well, die before Warren can work him to the end....* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 17 2017, 06:28 PM Post #1633 |
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*in an instant Warren's mood shifts. His face hardens. Sam will give in, it's inevitable. But they're on a time limit now. Gene's making small sounds of pain, accented with the occasional wet cough. It won't be long now. He needs Sam to say this while Gene's still with them. Able to feel the hurt. "Sam. Let me draw your attention to the camera on that table over there." Voice sharp, he continues. "Either you say it. Now. Or I'll be sending every single person you've ever even said hello to an early Christmas card."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 17 2017, 06:43 PM Post #1634 |
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*Warren's words send icy shivers down Sam's spine, nausea clutching at him. He shouldn't care about this, with everything else that's happening, but the thought of people seeing him like--- like this-- and he doesn't doubt for one moment that Warren would follow through with his threat... after everything he's already done, all the ways he's chipped away at Sam's mind and sanity... He can't, Sam can't risk it, even though somewhere deep down he knows that after all this, he won't be able to go on with his normal life. Faces flash through his mind - Annie, Chris, Ray, Phyllis, his mum... Gene will know it isn't true... he'll know that Sam could never want this... ... right...? Squeezing his eyes shut, Sam takes a shuddering breath. At first, he moves his mouth silently, but eventually, the words come - halting, and as strong as Sam can make it (which isn't very strong)* .... I..... w-want y.... you.... |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 17 2017, 07:19 PM Post #1635 |
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*A sly smile spreads across Warren's face. Oh now isn't that the most glorious sound. But with Gene still a few metres away, Warren needs to make sure Gene can hear. "I'm sorry, what? You'll have to speak up."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 17 2017, 07:27 PM Post #1636 |
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*Sam grits his teeth to the point where his jaw goes numb from the pressure. Warren is going to milk this for all its worth, and he can't do anything to resist, to defy him... Sam has to obey... Sam heaves a breath, then another one, needing to gather what's left of his strength. The shame of valuing what will be left of his life more than resisting this monster burns hot under his skin, but he can only hope that, once Gene hears this, he'll understand what's happening... that Warren is forcing Sam to do this.... *repeats, visibly struggling to raise his voice and force the words out, eyes still shut tight.* .... I w-want you. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 17 2017, 07:43 PM Post #1637 |
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*And there it is. Warren looks across to the Wolf - to Gene, lying in a pool of his own blood. He sees the emotional ruin in the animal's eyes. Gene heard that. Perfect. "Well done, Sam. I'm more than happy to oblige." He squeezes Sam once more, hard. "Now. Sit back, relax... And let's see what you've got for me... " With purpose, Warren rubs up and down Sam's length once, twice, three times - getting the blood flowing - before he shifts his weight a little and transfers his fingers to the top of Sam's waist band. Peeling the bloodstained elastic away from Sam's skin, Warren takes his time in pulling the fabric down and allowing Sam's cock to slide free, exposed to the air. Warren gasps, eyes glued to it. "Oh, Sam.... Beautiful.... See this, Mr Hunt?" Warren leans, allowing a clear path of sight between Gene and Sam's vulnerable cock, at Warren's mercy. Gene can do nothing but sob, a bubble of blood blowing from his nose.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 17 2017, 07:52 PM Post #1638 |
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*Sam opens his eyes at Warren's words, but he doesn't look at him - looks over at Gene instead... And what he sees in the wolf's eyes breaks his heart all over. He heard it... Those words that Sam was forced to direct at that monster, squeezing his groin again and causing Sam to flinch and gasp, causing another ripple of pleasure-tinged pain to run through him. Those words that Sam would have loved, more than anything, to say to Gene... But then Warren is stroking again, more determinedly than before, causing Sam's breathing to come out in harsh gasps, before-- Oh, God-- His cock bobs free, half-hard already, for the world to see. Warren speaking is like acid in Sam's ears, and as he calls Gene's name Sam can't suppress the sob that forces itself out of him.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 17 2017, 08:38 PM Post #1639 |
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*Warren looks down at Sam again, admiring the sight for a moment. But he's forgetting something... The blood on his hands, he wiped it on Sam's underwear... That won't do. He needs something to slick the way... With a grunt, Warren leans down, dipping his hand into a nearby pool of blood - the ground is littered with them, thick red rivers snaking from Gene's failing body across the floor. "There. Now.... " Hands now shining and red, Warren gets to work. One hand wraps itself gently around Sam, sliding up his length and coating it in the warm liquid. This is prep and nothing more - but the act of covering Sam's most private parts in his friend's life blood... The fact that it's a product of Gene's own death that'll aid Sam's release... The twisted message that sends is almost enough of a thrill to get Warren off himself.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 17 2017, 08:48 PM Post #1640 |
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*Warren's weight shift, reluctantly drawing Sam's attention back to the man. What he sees steals his breath away. Warren-- he's going to--?! Before Sam can even think to protest, Warren's hand is on his cock, starting to coat it in-- in---- Sam gags, turning his head away-- shaking his head, his voice failing him save for an utterly horrified sound at the back of his throat. The warm feeling would be welcome if it wasn't for the fact that-- God, no, he can't even think it, his mind simply blanking out whenever it reaches that point. And still, despite Sam's horror, his cock betrays him, responding to Warren's ministrations by hardening further, sending a wave of utter self-loathing through Sam.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 17 2017, 09:41 PM Post #1641 |
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*Sam's gagging makes Warren frown. This is to torture Sam, of course - but he wants Sam to enjoy this too. If he can get Sam to enjoy this... The guilt will continue for a lifetime. And what better way to leave his mark? "Shhhh, Shhhh.... Just let it happen.... " Enclosing his hand properly, Warren resumes his grip on Sam's balls with the other. Both hands are now tight, trapping Sam within his grasp. And with a wet sound, Warren slides his hand up, down, up, down, pumping in a slow and steady rhythm. How Sam reacts is key. The timing of this is crucial. It's all about figuring out what sets Sam off. What's going to throw him over that cliff. He'll start slow and work up from there. "You just relax... I'll know what feels good... You'll tell me, whether you'll want to or not... "* Edited by Gene Hunt, Jan 18 2017, 12:45 AM.
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 17 2017, 09:51 PM Post #1642 |
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*Sam wishes he could block Warren's voice out, but it's impossible - his silky voice, the wet sliding sounds, and Gene's laboured breathing and whimpers all mingle becoming a cacophony in Sam's head. Somehow, Warren seems to know exactly what to do - his grip is tight, providing friction to a point that should be nothing but painful, but manages to get Sam's blood pumping south. Everything about this situation should be reason enough for Sam's body to not react... but that isn't the case. Sam is properly hard now, nerve endings responding to how Warren fondles his balls and settles into that steady rhythm. And still Sam tries, deliriously, to get away - pressing himself against the chair's backrest, head thrown back and to the side. Warren is so close Sam can smell his cologne, mixed with... Gene's blood......... There's another harsh sob before Sam is able to stop himself. It's too much, sensory overload....* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 17 2017, 10:05 PM Post #1643 |
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*Sams blood is pumping hard under Warren's skin... He can feel it. The warmth of it, the smooth, solid shaft, slick with blood and heat. Warren continues this rhythm for a moment longer, building Sam up until he's standing at full attention. And now it's time to kick it up a notch. Warren starts to add a few twists into his wrist, pausing after a moment to rub his thumb in a circular motion over the sensitive head and then repeating the move. The aim isn't just to make Sam spill his seed... It's to drive him insane with need. Voice soft and deceptively kind sounding, Warren croons. "This doesn't have to be my hand, you know... I know you had your eye on someone else..."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 17 2017, 10:23 PM Post #1644 |
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*Oh, God-- Warren's motions shift, and now it definitely isn't just friction Sam feels; it's sparks, like electricity, as Warren circles his head, sending convulsive shivers through Sam's body. He chokes after the second time, hating himself for it, hating his body for being so receptive, so torturously sensitive. He can't be enjoying this, and yet- and yet-- And Warren, telling Sam it doesn't have to be his hand... But how on earth would he know...?! Grief over all those possibilities, lost forever, hits Sam suddenly and hard, causes the tears to spill over once again as his eyes open to stare at the ceiling... And then, Sam, unable to stop it, unable to gain even a semblance of control over his body, shifts his gaze down and to the side... Over to Gene. As though his body wants to prove to Warren just how right he is, betraying Sam over and over in the process.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 17 2017, 10:46 PM Post #1645 |
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*Ahh... The way Sam looks over at Gene... He knew it. Warren grins, pleased with himself. He knew. ".... Imagine.... If this was him.... How would he do it, hmm?" Warren presses his thumb into the tip, aiming to cause a sting. "Maybe he had a gentle side.... But knowing him..." Three quick tugs, more forceful. Demanding. "... He'd make you feel it." With a more forceful pace set, Warren pumps away with determination. The look on Sam's face is absolutely brilliant. He's fighting it, clearly - but he's already lost. Warren can see it in his eyes. And so can Gene. The pitiful noises coming from the animal are even more broken than when he was hanging from the ceiling.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 17 2017, 10:57 PM Post #1646 |
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*Sam gives a low, pained cry at the sudden sting, eyes screwed shut, his body jerking forward again, causing his forehead to thump against Warren's shoulder. Everything within Sam bristles with disgust at the additional contact, but he can't pull away; he's entirely at Warren's mercy. His words have fully snaked their way in Sam's mind, controlling it, while the increasing speed, the unbearable friction around his cock do the rest to obliterate any coherent thought. Shuddering against Warren, Sam can't help the images flooding his mind, coaxed out by the man's words - Gene, instead of Warren, holding Sam firmly and working him towards completion... Sam moans brokenly, overcome with shame and disgust.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 17 2017, 11:19 PM Post #1647 |
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*It's working... Warren can see it. Sam's thinking of Gene. His mind is working, replacing the feel of Warren's hand with the hand of the man currently dying on the floor. The touches, the rough jerking motion... It seems to be playing the part well enough... "That's it..." One glance over at Gene to make sure he's watching - and indeed he is. Eyes half-lidded and overflowing with grief, Gene's staring at them both as though if he keeps looking the whole thing will just evaporate in front of his eyes. Though maybe it is. Almost the entire floor of the cage is covered in a pool of his blood now. With the silver and the massive blood loss... Warren wouldn't be surprised if he really was drifting off with the fairies. Attention back on Sam now, Warren speeds up the pace a fraction, rolling Sam's balls in his other hand. The rougher treatment seems to be hitting all Sam's buttons, so he'll persevere. "... Lose yourself, Sam... He'll be gone in a minute... Only fair to send him off with a bang...!* Edited by Gene Hunt, Jan 17 2017, 11:20 PM.
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 17 2017, 11:31 PM Post #1648 |
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*It's as though Sam is a stranger in his own body now - heat is beginning to coil in his groin, his hips even beginning to jerk in time with Warren's tugging and stroking. Lose yourself... He is. Sam is utterly lost, utterly powerless in the face of what's happening - what's being done to him. He manages to lift his head away from Warren's shoulder, only to find that his eyes are drawn back to Gene, to the blood on the floor...a sea of it, originating from Gene's mouth... And the look in his eyes... This can't be happening... The images in front of his eyes are being overlaid with what Warren is planting in his head - Gene, dying, Gene, grinning down at him, enjoying Sam's pleasure... Another moan, utterly panicked, before the building heat and pressure in Sam's crotch take his voice away and he screws his eyes shut again, knowing he's lost, knowing that Warren will get what he wanted any second now... Deliriously, Sam hopes that the moment he comes is the moment he dies along with Gene... * |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 17 2017, 11:44 PM Post #1649 |
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*Warren continues pumping his fist, skin against skin, rough and fast, urgent and full of triumph. Sam is so close... And Gene is fading. Warren has seen enough of his kind die to know when it's happening. Just another few minutes and Hunt's heart will beat its last. Just enough time to push Sam over the edge. Warren jams his mouth against Sam's ear and breathes raggedly, voice hoarse with pleasure. And with a wet sound, he eases the pressure. Slows the speed. Leaves Sam throbbing and his hips thrusting too fast against the teasingly slow touches. One last show of control. And with words that fit the fantasy nicely. Whether Sam hears this in his or Gene's voice, it won't matter. He's too far gone. "Beg me. Beg me to let you finish. Loudly."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 18 2017, 08:19 AM Post #1650 |
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*Sam cries out at the sudden change of pace, twitching in Warren's hands. God, no, he needs this to be over, he needs all of this to end, why--!! The heat is coiling in his groin, cock throbbing, the tension in his body making Sam shudder all over... Sam's own breathing is matching Warren's, interspersed with the odd sob. With his senses overstimulated the way they are, Sam can't tell who's talking - is it Warren, is it Gene...? Can't be Gene, another voice whispers in his ears, and Sam lets out another ragged, pitiful sob. Please, no more, let this end, please....! The words come tumbling out, Sam's voice breaking, filled with grief, with despair, with need--* P-please, oh G-God, please-- |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 18 2017, 12:14 PM Post #1651 |
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*Warren practically purrs at that. That's exactly what he wanted. No hesitation, just the desperate, needy pleas of Sam on the edge of oblivion. Sam is putty in his hands, all resistance gone. He's thrusting, begging... Warren's won. A sickly sweet smile spreads across his face. "What a good obedient boy you are. Look at that. I've done what Hunt couldn't. I've tamed you." He adjusts his weight once more, sitting up straighter. Time for the final push. "Here we go, then..." With renewed vigour, Warren speeds up again. He pumps hard and fast, squeezing just tight enough for it to hurt that tiny bit, grip increasing as his fingers catch on Sam's head. He's going to tear this orgasm from Sam in the most intense way possible. With a hot and fast pleasure-pain combination that he knows Sam can't resist. "Scream for me, Sam... Let go..."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 18 2017, 12:28 PM Post #1652 |
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*... good, obedient boy... tamed you....... Gene is purring those words into his ear, except it isn't, can't be Gene, and Sam sobs desperately, the tension reaching a painful degree, until Warren resumes his torture, drawing another strangled sound from Sam. It's inevitable now, Sam can feel himself racing towards the edge, towards oblivion - and maybe that's what he needs, a respite from this madness, the confused whirlwind of sensations and emotions-- Scream for me, Sam... let go... No, no, he can't, a voice far at the back of his mind screams in terror, but it's too late, far too late, the heat intensifying, focusing on one point, and then, and then-- Sam comes with a broken shout, curling in on himself and in the process pressing his head against Warren's chest, shuddering as his release pulses between the two of them. His mind blows apart, leaving blessed emptiness for one short, precious moment.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 18 2017, 12:56 PM Post #1653 |
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*Warren purrs again as Sam's forehead hits his chest. He's done it. The hard flesh gripped in his hand is pulsing, expelling itself with force. Sam's shout echoes in his ears like an audience's applause. A congratulations. He waits for Sam's cock to stop twitching before slowly letting go, the imprint of his fist left stark white against the bloodstained mess now stuck to it. With a satisfied smile, he picks up the bottom of Sam's shirt and wipes his hands on it. The evidence of Sam's pleasure smeared over his clothes. After a moment, Warren pushes himself up and off of Sam's lap and makes his way over to the table and then back again to stand in front of Sam. Without a word, he raises the camera and frames Sam just so - and the shutter goes off. Once. Twice. Three times. Different angles, different points of focus - and the final photo a close up of Sam's face. He doesn't need to tell Sam what these are for. The message is very clear. Insurance. Still silent, Warren lowers the camera and waits. Waits for the gravity of what just happened to sink in. For Sam to say something.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 18 2017, 01:11 PM Post #1654 |
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*Sam is left breathing raggedly, only held up by the ropes he's slumped into. Only once the weight lifts of his legs does his mind start to try and piece itself together, reluctantly coming back into the present. His vision begins to sharpen again as he stares down at his lap, but the blobs of red and white make no sense... Until the sharp click of the shutter going off. Sam flinches, clarity returning with brutal force. His crotch looks as though he's been stabbed - blood everywhere, on his clothes, his underwear, his-- And mixed in, semen. On his skin, his shirt. Every click of the camera shows Sam another facet of his failure, his defeat, his shame. Warren manipulated him like a doll, got everything he wanted out of it, leaving Sam broken down, any semblance of dignity stripped away... And during all that, Gene.... Gene... Silence falls. Sam keeps staring down, his breathing too loud in his ears, his body limp. Then, he squeezes his eyes shut, and the tears begin to roll.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 18 2017, 01:31 PM Post #1655 |
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*No response yet, then. Warren should have expected. It was a shock, it was designed to be. Let Sam have his moment. There are still more to come. Speaking of... Warren turns to look at Gene - and what he sees thrills him. It looks like he brought Sam to climax right on time. With no other sound in the room now, the lack of laboured breathing is starkly noticable. There are no more snuffling sounds of an animal crying. No more bubbling and popping of blood forced through an airway. Not even any soft, struggling breaths. Gene is wholly silent. Completely still. His eyes are closed, features slack. The lines of pain and distress have smoothed, the memory of them still carved into the ruffled fur. Gene Hunt is dead. His soul snuffed out just as Sam screamed in pleasure. Perfect poetry. Warren huffs in amusement. "Open your eyes, Sam. Take a look. He had to watch you come apart with pleasure, the least you can do is look upon what resulted."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 18 2017, 01:44 PM Post #1656 |
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*Not even now does Warren leave him be, his words inevitably forcing Sam to open his eyes and look up at his tormentor, vision blurred with tears. At first he doesn't understand. ... then he realises. It's quiet. Too quiet. Slowly, Sam turns his head, to look over at Gene... who's lying inside the cage, in a pool of blood... Still. Silent. It takes Sam a second. Then, realisation hits him, stabs through him like a spear of ice. Gene... Gene is.......... Sam's mouth opens, his eyes growing wide... It..... it can't be...... even though Sam knew it was coming....... Sam chokes, wanting to scream Gene's name, but his voice failing him. It's as though Warren took it from him, the same way he took his dignity. Gene is dead. Sam couldn't prevent it. Worse, he... ...it was his fault... Tears are streaming down his face now, silent save for the few pathetic, soft noises Sam is able to make.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 18 2017, 02:52 PM Post #1657 |
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*Warren tuts, patting Sam's shoulder in a faux-comforting way. "Now now, Sam.... Think on the bright side. This opens up a lucrative career opportunity for you. How does 'DCI Sam Tyler' sound? Seems there's a position open." He lands his hand down once more on Sam's shoulder, applying more force than is necessary - and then he's walking again. Taking his time. Placing the camera down on the table, running his fingers over the various tools at his disposal. There's no rush now. Gene isn't going anywhere. Warren turns the tools over one by one until he finds the ones he's after. A large machete-style knife, forceps, a mid-size serrated knife and a scalpel. That should be it. Arms full, Warren carries them over to the cage and unbolts the door, pushing it open. Gene, of course, doesn't move. "You know, you should really be thanking me. A tremendous hand job and then a promotion? I'm spoiling you."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 18 2017, 05:32 PM Post #1658 |
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*Somehow, Warren's voice still manages to penetrate the haze of grief, though he forgets the words as soon as they fade away. He doesn't even feel Warren's hand on his shoulder - his entire being is focusing on Gene's still form on the ground. Willing it to not be true... Willing it to just be an illusion. Any moment now, the next breath will come... another whimper... anything to show that the wolf is alive... ... but it doesn't come. It's just a body lying there now, the carcass of a beautiful wolf. Even in death it exudes power and grace. For a moment, Sam almost expects Gene to suddenly come through the far door, fully clad and announcing that Warren is under arrest. For that one moment, his mind refuses to connect the beast to his DCI. To his friend. But of course, it doesn't happen. Instead, Warren appears in Sam's line of sight again, walking to the cage, opening the door... Holding all those knives... Oh, God. Sam jerks suddenly, setting off even more tears as he strains against his bonds anew. No, after everything, not this as well... Sam sobs, barely able to get the words out yet somehow managing through the tears* Dd-don't you dare t-touch h-h-him.... L-leave him........!! |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 18 2017, 06:10 PM Post #1659 |
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*Warren pauses, turning to look at Sam almost in disbelief. This sudden surge of protectiveness... He laughs, speaking plainly and bluntly. "Sam... he's dead. He's not a 'him' any more." Turning the largest knife in his hand, Warren holds it up to admire it. "But I can see you're a sentimental soul. You'll get something to bury. Sing a song over, cry your tears onto. I'm not heartless." One sneer in Sam's direction and Warren's stepping into the cage, his shoes squelching as they slide through the puddle of cooling blood. He kneels, the knives drop to the floor beside the beast and Warren touches the transfrmed animal for the first time. Bloodstained fingers sink into the golden fur, an obscene sound escaping Warren's lips. This is everything he'd dreamed of. So soft... Like a hunter posing for a trophy kill photo, Warren's hands slide up to Gene's large ears and curl around them. With a joyful grunt, Warren hefts Gene's head up by the ears, tilting it this way and that to get a good look at it. "Did you ever see anything like this... The colour, it's extraordinary."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 18 2017, 07:49 PM Post #1660 |
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*He's dead. Sam's throat closes up as he's overcome by grief again, as he watches, powerless, as Warren steps into the cage. Gene is dead. Sam knows - he knows that. He hasn't accepted it, can't accept it, but the emptiness creeping up on him, the slowly swirling abyss of grief beginning to pull him down - those tell him it's true, it's over. However, having to watch as Warren gets ready to carve Gene up... That's something Sam can't let happen even though be knows his powerless, the rope and handcuffs cutting into his skin. And then Warren lifts up Gene by his ears. Desperate anger shoot through him and he almost howls* Stop!!! |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 18 2017, 09:26 PM Post #1661 |
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*Sam's shout prompts a laugh from Warren. This is almost as fun as taking Sam by force. It's a violation of a different kind. From a height, Warren lets go. Gene's head hits the floor with a thud. "Oh no, Sam. This is my kill. I've earned this." As if to demonstrate his point, Warren wraps his arms around Gene's torso and hefts it sideways, rolling it roughly over. Then, he grabs Gene's large wrists and drags him like a sack - a dead weight - until he's lying on his back. Once again his fingers brush the selection of knives - and his hand settles over the largest one. Sharp and pointed at the end, serrated near the tip. "All of this... It's mine. It's been mine since that first day Hunt revealed himself for what he really was..." Kneeling beside Gene's exposed sternum, Warren strokes the wet fur there with relish. "... A monster. A freak of nature. A prize."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 18 2017, 09:38 PM Post #1662 |
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*Jesus, the way Warren is handling Gene's dead body makes bile rise in Sam's throat. How can all of this be happening - the torture, the-- And now this, Warren talking about Gene in this way-- The glinting of the knife in the harsh light of the basement causes a sharp sting of pain in Sam's head, and it's almost as if that sensation amplifies everything else: The pressure of the ropes tying him to the chair, the stickiness all over his front... And yet, Sam's attention is drawn back to Gene, to his lifeless body. To the way Warren's hands stroke through the wolf's fur... God, how he wishes he could have felt it again, the softness, and underneath, the thrum of powerful life....! His voice breaking again, Sam still manages to force out words, shaking with emotion.* You're the monster...! |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 18 2017, 09:48 PM Post #1663 |
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*"Oh no, Mr Tyler. I'm not the one who turns into a big hairy abomination every full moon. And I'm not the one that ejaculated all over himself while his only friend was drowning in his own blood." Warren strokes down the fur on Gene's chest once more, flattening the canvas ready for his mark. "I'm not the monster here. I'm the winner." And with that, Warren raises the knife in both hands, holding it high above Gene's collarbones. The blade plunges down, driving down deep into the wolf's chest cavity with a crunch. The process is underway. A dark look in his eyes, Warren looks up at Sam. "I want you to watch this carefully, Samuel. Very few people get to watch this process. It's an honour to witness. And you'll watch every single second."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 18 2017, 09:55 PM Post #1664 |
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*Sam physically recoils as Warren throws his shame right back at him, choking out a sob. He can't even argue with that - the guilt is gnawing at him, ripping chunks out of his very being. Then the knife rises... Gene can't feel it anymore, the sudden stab. But Sam very nearly does. The crunch seems to come from right within his brain, Sam's eyes widening as he jerks forward. And the worst thing is, Warren is right. Sam knows with utter certainty that he won't be able to close his eyes to this horrible spectacle, however much he yearns to block it all out. Deep in his stomach, Sam can feel nausea beginning to rise.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 18 2017, 10:24 PM Post #1665 |
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*Sam stays silent. Warren expected as much. With nothing more to say, he continues his work. Using as much muscle power as he can, Warren saws downwards like a butcher dissecting a piece of meat. Through Gene's sternum, down his ribs until the knife plows into the soft underbelly. It's slow going - Wolf bodies are tough. Hard bones and robust muscle. But finally the deepest cut is complete. He repeats the motion, up through Gene's armpits and over his shoulders - a direct mirror of the cuts he made on his human form. And from there, he switches instruments. With the forceps he splits the skin on Gene's middle, holding the edges permanently open. And then he starts to skillfully slice the skin from muscle, from the top of his neck downwards. It's gruesome work, but Sam will be able to see the skill involved. The learning he's put into this. The precise way he cuts, just so. It's an art. A disgusting art, but an art nevertheless.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 18 2017, 10:32 PM Post #1666 |
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*Sam can't look away. It's as though someone was holding him in a headlock, forcing him to watch. And he can feel, every single cut - nowhere near to the hellish agony a procedure like this would cause for a living being, but it's definitely there, the sensation of something slicing into him, all the way down... just like he had done to Gene when he was still alive, still in human shape... ... peeling the skin back... Sam is shivering now, the nausea growing more intense, a desperate whimper clawing its way out of his throat. Why couldn't he stop this... he'd tried so hard.........!!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 18 2017, 11:02 PM Post #1667 |
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*Warren slides the knife under Gene's skin, peeling back as he goes. There are some tendons that the knife catches on but with a bit of force, the blade slices through like cooked chicken. Lines are traced down Gene's limbs, a blueprint for Warren to follow. And away from those Warren unwraps each one, the pelt falling limp and empty. Before he starts on Gene's face, Warren looks up at Sam again. This is the most delicate bit... He wouldn't want his art to go unappreciated. He hacks from the edges of Gene's mouth downwards to join the cuts at his shoulders - and then it's a case of jamming the knife into the edges and slowly pulling, piece by piece. A jimmy with the blade here and a slip of the knife there... And before long he's lifting the skin of Gene's face and head away from the structure underneath. It's horrific.... But Warren finds it fascinating. He rolls the corpse over again and finishes off, stripping the fur from Gene's back, his hind quarters, and finally Warren severs his tail. The job is done. Overcome with accomplishment, Warren sits back on his heels and wipes the back of his hand across his brow, leaving a dripping smear of red there. "Phew. Hard work, that."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 18 2017, 11:19 PM Post #1668 |
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*Warren continues to work, and each slice and hack of his knife seems to slice away a part of Sam's mind and sanity. He was going to prevent this... it was never going to happen, he promised..... Yet there it is, Gene's bloody skull as Warren lifts away the skin covering it. What is left of his body, a red ruin. Sam's eyes are burning unbearably, and still he can't close them, can't look away. Can't even blink. The only thing he can feel in his body is the fierce nausea; everything else seems to have gone numb. Sam isn't even sure anymore whether it's his own body at all... part of him seems to be right beside Gene's body, feeling those last few cuts... and part of him is drifting off, slowly but surely reaching a line that, once crossed, will become impassable. Sam doesn't respond, doesn't react to Warren's words at all - his eyes are fixed on the carcass.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 18 2017, 11:28 PM Post #1669 |
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*Tired but proud of his handy work, Warren pushes himself to his feet, dragging the fur with him. And at last, he can hold the pelt up, look at it in all its glory. The rest of Gene is left on the ground, discarded. Oh Warren's cut that up too of course... But it's this he really wanted. The golden pelt. The ultimate trophy. And it's been a long time coming. He remembers first learning of Hunt's condition... And ever since then, he's had his eye on this. Just waiting for an excuse to finally take his reward. He steps back, holding the fur up for Sam to see. "Worth it, isn't she? Just... Exquisite. Worth every second I had to spend in that daft oaf's presence." He pauses, taking in the look on Sam's face. Sam is different now. There's something missing. A blackness behind his eyes that wasn't there an hour ago. Warren's taken something from Sam too. Time to wake him up. "Here... Why don't you take a closer look... Seeing as you've apparently dreamed of being closer to Hunt's naked skin for some time...?" Holding it aloft, Warren carries the skin like a precious wedding dress - something to be revered and treasured. He holds it close to Sam's face, the soft hairs almost brushing Sam's nose. "What do you think?"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 18 2017, 11:36 PM Post #1670 |
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*Somewhere far away, Sam feels the need to vomit. It doesn't happen, though - Sam's body seems to be shutting down. He stares back at Warren with wide eyes, seeing nothing but him and the strangely glowing, gold coat of fur, but at the same time, it's as though the man isn't there. As though Gene's skin is floating of its own accord, like a blood-dripping ghost moving closer... closer...... Sam doesn't move, practically hanging in the ropes. It's so close now, it's all Sam can see - the shining golden fur. He can smell it, too. Cigarettes. Whisky. Musk. Gene. Death and decay. Sam's breath hitches and his eyes widen even further; apart from that, there's no reaction.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 18 2017, 11:46 PM Post #1671 |
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*Warren begins to grow agitated. Sam may be broken, but he wants some congratulations, dammit. Some acknowledgement of what he's just achieved. His eyes narrow. Maybe Sam needs a closer look. "Seems you don't appreciate the value of fur." He turns it over, showing Sam the wet, red underside, slippery and moist. "Tell you what... Give it a try. Let's see if we can't just change your mind." He knows what this is going to do to Sam. This could very well be the last straw. But it's something he's going to make the man endure. At least after this, he can be assured of Sam's continuing compliance. He'll be too broken to ever rebel. Taking the pelt away from Sam's face, Warren wanders round behind Sam - and proceeds to dump the fur on top of him. It hits Sam's back, heavy and wet. Clings to his clothes even as Warren arranges it around him like a cocoon, Sam's head and lap the only parts of him still exposed. "There. Feel like a king yet?"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 19 2017, 12:04 AM Post #1672 |
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*Sam makes some kind of noise when Warren shows him the underside of the pelt; something small, deeply horrified, desperate. The scene becomes more unreal as the seconds tick by - Gene's naked eyes, staring out at Sam from the wolf's skull, seem to be seeking into him with disgust and hatred... Then, Sam is standing next to himself, watching as Warren begins to arrange the coat around him. He feels the sudden weight of it, and he doesn't. Sam takes a shuddering breath as much as he stops breathing altogether. Again, a sound - gagging, a choked sob. Sam is retreating into himself, into a deep dark corner, and yet, he still sees, hears and feels everything - apart from himself. He's losing himself. If he's supposed to feel like a king, his kingdom is nothing but yawning blackness.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 19 2017, 12:25 AM Post #1673 |
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*Sam hasn't uttered a word for a while now... Warren wonders whether he really has snapped Sam beyond repair... If he has, that'd be a shame... He needs Sam mentally capable after this. After a few days at least. He needs to be able to control him. Get him to do his job, but also follow Warren's orders. Ahh, he'll recover. Partially. And partially is all Warren needs. It's almost time to throw Sam out the back door now... Out into the street, alone. To pick himself back up and carry on. Like nothing ever happened. But there's one thing still to do... Warren snaps his fingers, remembering. "Ahh! I almost forgot. I promised you something..." Leaving Sam to soak in the warm juices of his friend's death, Warren steps back into the cage and picks up the large knife again. He kneels, shifting the carcass onto its back once more, rolling up his sleeves and proceeding to yank Gene's already split ribcage open. And then Warren pushes his hand into Gene's open chest. Further and further he goes, until his entire forearm is submerged. Once he's found what he's looking for, the knife slides in too, expertly cutting through arteries and muscle. It takes a few minutes, but at last Warren stands again, a large round object in his hands. Blood cascades from it like a waterfall, the pitter-pat of drops peppering the air. With a face-splitting grin, Warren steps up right in front of Sam... ... And drops the oversized heart right into Sam's naked lap. "I think this belongs to you."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 19 2017, 12:44 AM Post #1674 |
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*Sam is suffocating. The weight of Gene's pelt; the stench of blood and viscera; Warren's voice. His own guilt. It's all pressing down on Sam, crushing him. Crushing what's left of his sanity. His eyes follow Warren as he walks off. They watch as he sees to work again. Gene's blood seems to be seeping into Sam's skin, his fur melding with Sam's body... And those horrible eyes are on him still, accusing him. All this is his doing, his fault. His fault. His-- Red fills Sam's vision for a moment. Then he sees it - the... ... Sam watches, helpless, as Warren approaches him, his grin so wide that it seems to be splitting his face, teeth bared... And one last time, he feels a need - the need to get away, to not come in contact with the- the-- Warren drops it into his lap. "I think this belongs to you." Gene's heart. Gene's... Sam stares down at it for an endless moment. Sees it in all its detail. It gives a throb. Something inside Sam snaps. ------- Sam jerks awake with a long, ragged gasp. He doesn't know where he is - can't even identify what he's lying on. For a moment, all he feels is the racing of his heart-- Heart. Images flood his mind. Sam sits up so fast it makes his head spin, nausea clawing at him, clawing up his throat-- He has to get away. God, he's free, isn't tied down anymore, he needs to get away from all this, run, run-- Sam launches himself out of bed, a hand clamped to his mouth - and he stumbles, his limbs weak, unable to carry him. Somehow, Sam manages to drag himself out into the hallway- doesn't recognise it, can't even see properly with how the world is spinning around him - and then his body fails him entirely. Sam collapses, gags, finally retches.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 19 2017, 01:41 AM Post #1675 |
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*Gene can't sleep. And not just because of the discomfort in his stomach. He knows he did wrong... He knows he made a mistake before with the whisky... But how does he tell Sam that? To go in there with his tail between his legs? It'd feel too humiliating. So, consumed by guilt and shame, Gene lays on his back and stares at the ceiling. The space next to him is cold and empty where it should be warm and occupied by Sam. He's had company too many nights now for it to feel comfortable, being alone. Gene wonders what Sam's doing now. Is he sleeping soundly? Or is he awake too, feeling disjointed and unable to settle? They'd been doing so well lately... And then Gene had to go and mess it up... A sound stops Gene's heart. What was that--?? A thump. And another. A hard thud, footsteps... The slam of a door hitting the wall, another louder cluster of thumps... ... Retching...?? Alarmed, half believing it's only his own mind trying to seduce him back into that cell, trying to make him relive that bullet forcing its way back up his gullet, Gene throws the covers back and pushes himself up with as much speed as he can manage. When he flicks the light on, he can't quite believe his eyes. Sam, crouched on the carpet, pale and shaking... And a pile of bile on the ground... Eyes wide, Gene gasps.* Sam...?? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 19 2017, 09:24 AM Post #1676 |
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*Sam is still retching when the light comes on, making stars flash behind his already closed eyelids. God, has he been discovered? Sam doesn't hear Gene's gasp, but he senses someone's presence, too close. Shit, no, no... Finally, Sam's stomach seems to settle again, and he dry-heaves just once, twice more. His arms - no, his entire body is shaking with exertion, but still Sam tries to heave himself up, to crawl away, away from whoever is there - Warren-- Sam doesn't get far. He barely manages to turn away from where he'd just been sick before his arms give way beneath him and he collapses entirely - and it feels as though it isn't just his own weight that's bringing him down, but also the added burden of the golden pelt, draped around and sticking to him. A choked sound, halfway between a gag and a sob forces itself out of Sam. The person is still behind him, but as much as Sam tries to get back up, he fails, instead scrabbling at the carpet beneath his shivering form uselessly.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 19 2017, 11:19 AM Post #1677 |
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*Gene almost wonders for a moment if he himself is dreaming. The sight of Sam, scrabbling to get away, vomit on the ground... Its surreal... And it grips his heart like a fist of ice. Forcing himself to snap out of it, Gene steps after Sam, dropping stiffly to one knee and reaching out as best as he can.* Sam! Jesus Christ! What's going on?! *His hands make contact, gripping onto his friend with as much strength as he can muster, trying to pull him back up - to turn him round, to see what the hell happened. He feels the urge to pull Sam in - to encase him in a fierce hug... But he can't... And that adds a bitter sting he doesn't need.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 19 2017, 01:23 PM Post #1678 |
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*The touch registers like a jolt of electricity, just as Sam manages to slightly prop himself up. He gasps - Warren, it must be him-- there's a droning in his head, he doesn't recognise the voice, only hears a few words, and he can't deal with even more heartbreak, more torture - -! In his effort to get away from whoever is there, Sam twists, manages to push himself away, but lands on the ground yet again - on his side, facing Gene this time. The light is blinding him, so he can't see whose touch it was, and he tries to shield his face from the light - tries to curl up, to hide his shame. What feels like blood and other bodily fluids clinging to his clothes is in fact just sweat, although there are a few bloody spots on the front of his vest, where he had been scratching in his sleep. Sweat, and tears. Sam is still crying, the tears streaming down his cheeks - both from the exertion of having heaved up his guts, and from the nightmare's aftershock. His lips are moving, but no words pass them, just little sounds of horror, of grief.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 19 2017, 02:21 PM Post #1679 |
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*Sam turns to reveal his face and...* ...Holy.... *This must have been a nightmare. No, not just a nightmare. This must have been a bloody vision from hell.* S-Sam, it's me... It's your Guv... Snap out of it! *Panic starting to creep up his throat, Gene reaches out again, aiming to try and hold Sam still - to stop him from curling up any further. He needs to get Sam to look at him. To see, really SEE where he is.* Look at me! |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 19 2017, 03:25 PM Post #1680 |
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*Sam gasps as Gene grabs him again, and those words-- An order. He raises his head slightly, just enough to look up and into the man's face, dark against the bright light from behind and above him. Sam's pupils are tiny pins in his eyes, jittering from side to side as he tries to make it out, heart racing and his breaths coming out in short gasps. He croaks out* ... Wh-what...? |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 19 2017, 05:13 PM Post #1681 |
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*insistent, Gene repeats.* Look at me! It's DCI Hunt, it's Gene! *utterly confused, he looks Sam up and down. And notices the blood spots. Blood... Sick... Sweat... What the hell is happening?? Wincing as he extends his arm just a touch too far, Gene raises his hand and presses it against Sam's forehead. He's not burning up although his skin is damp... So he can't be ill...??* You... Must've had a nightmare... Just a nightmare... |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 19 2017, 05:37 PM Post #1682 |
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*It's Gene. Sam blinks, his eyes widening even further. The touch to his forehead registers as a strange, tingling sensation, and the rest of the words drown beneath the sound of Sam's own ragged breathing. With the light behind him, it's still hard to identify specifics... but slowly, the figure comes into focus just a little bit more, and indeed... it's Gene. But it can't be. God, it can't be... Sam recoils, his voice thick from vomiting earlier, and breaking as fresh tears spring to his eyes.* Oh no, n-no, no no no... *He backs up, away from Gene, until his back bumps against the far wall of the hallway. This is too cruel... Sam doesn't understand what's going on, but he knows what he saw... what he heard, felt... Gene is dead. He must be in some kind of dream... a coma in a coma, or something... it can't be real. Shaking with grief, Sam presses the palms of his hands into his eyes, desperately hoping that when he opens them again, this mirage will be gone... because he can't live with this kind of false hope, it's too much.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 19 2017, 05:51 PM Post #1683 |
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*'No'? What the... Gene's mouth hangs open as Sam rejects him - backs away, right until his back hits the wall. Something is so so wrong here....* Sam! You're dreaming... Wake up! *that's the only explanation. That Sam's sleepwalking. That has to be it. Gene shifts painfully, following Sam and effectively pinning him against the wall. He needs to wake Sam up before he hurts himself!* Tyler! |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 19 2017, 06:15 PM Post #1684 |
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*You're dreaming... wake up... That's right, he is... he needs to wake up... Only then, the bulk of Gene is right there, towering over him, and Sam wants to believe it's real, as he's forced to look, lacking the strength to resist even Gene's weak grip-- but the memory of what he saw, Warren cutting deep into the Wolf, removing its fur, and then its heart-- Sam sobs, shaking his head as he stares up at this spectre.* Nnno, no, this is... th-this is unfair, y-you..... you c-can't be here... *Again, the image of Gene on the ground springs to his mind, blearily staring on as Warren had taken Sam, and then the wolf's eyes had been closed... until Warren stripped off his faces, leaving those two eyeballs staring out at Sam, judging him-- Another sob wrenches itself from him, pain overtaking him anew, and Sam all but wails* I saw you die....! |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 19 2017, 06:36 PM Post #1685 |
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Wh-- *Gene blinks, the sound of Sam's wail cutting into him deep. The words... They make no sense. He's here, he's alive--!* N-No, no... I'm 'ere, Sam... You... You saved me...! *God, this... He's not equipped to deal with this. Sam seems to be submerged in another reality. Another reality where something terrible happened... * |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 19 2017, 06:49 PM Post #1686 |
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*Sam shakes his head - he can't listen to this... He can't have saved Gene. The sensation of blood and cum all over his front... then blood and viscera as the weight of Gene's pelt pressed down on him... it must have been real. Sam stammers, barely getting the words out* I c-c-couldn't... I t-tried, I sssswear I tried, b-but I, I-- Y-you died, he cut you u-up, and-- and-- *Sam breaks off, unable to say it, unable to put into words what happened, instead jerking his arms free from Gene's grip in a small burst of strength. He presses one hand over his eyes, sobbing brokenly as the memory overpowers him once more. His other hand goes down to his stomach and lower, raking across the thin material of his vest. It hurts, but that's better than the sensation of stickiness everywhere...! God, he just wants to get rid of it, rip his own skin off if it means it'll stop the feeling of being drenched in blood and viscera...!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 19 2017, 07:43 PM Post #1687 |
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What!? No... No, 'e didn't! *Gene can't help a shudder at Sam's words - he died, he was dismembered... What the hell did Sam see?? Warren, clearly... But Jesus, the state Sam's in... Sam saw Gene die, that much is obvious. But it must have been more than that... He grabs at Sam's hand, pulling it away from the scratches on his abdomen.* Sam, stop it! You're gonna make it worse! |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 19 2017, 08:20 PM Post #1688 |
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*Sam winces when Gene grabs his wrist and pulls it away, but he doesn't resist this time. Make it worse... no, it's the fact that this dream is dragging on and on that's making it all worse...! The longer he's here, the more he'll be tempted to believe it... and then, when he really wakes up, it'll be all the harder... facing that life, cut off from home, the burden of his failure and Gene's death on his shoulders... He needs to convince this ghost that it isn't real. That it can't be real. Sam's other hand drops away from his face, but he stares down at his lap instead of at Gene. Real or not, Sam wouldn't be able to cope with Gene's expression once he tells him what happened. It takes a few seconds - it's hard to speak when he's shaking as much as he is - but finally, Sam begins to murmur, forcing himself to get it all out.* Y-you changed, after you s-swallowed the bullet. Then h-he -- W-W-Warren, he m-made you watch as he... he... *Sam squeezes his eyes shut, causing more tears to roll down his cheeks*... r-raped me, a-and you, you d-died, just as I-- I-- *No, even now, he can't say that. Sam swallows hard, then continues before the ghost has a chance to interrupt, to claim it isn't true.* He s-skinned you, I-- I saw it happen. H-he skinned you, and then... then.... *He opens his eyes again, but still can't bring himself to look up.* ... h-he d-draped it over me... a-all over..... *Sam curls in on himself, hugging himself with his free arm.* I could f-feel, i-it was heavy, a-and bloody-- *Sam breaks off, takes a shuddering breath.* -- and then, he..... *his voice drops to a distressed whisper*... h-he cut out y-your h... h-heart... a-and drop...dropped it... i-in my.... lap...........! *For a few moment, Sam finds himself unable to go on, the image lodged in his mind. He doesn't see his legs clad in PJ trousers anymore - he sees his naked lap, drenched in blood, the corners of Gene's pelt... and the large muscle mass, glistening red. Staring at that, Sam finally whispers* ... s-so you can't... be real. You.... c-can't. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 19 2017, 09:47 PM Post #1689 |
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*Gene listens with increasing horror as every gruesome detail pours from Sam's lips. Warren... Sam dreamt that he... His blood runs cold. There's too much to process.... Even though none of these things happened, they were clearly real enough for Sam for feel that he really lived through it. Sam felt Warren touch him... He saw Gene die... He felt the skin draped over him... Christ... For a moment Gene can't even summon the words. But at last, he manages to stammer.* Sam.... W-Warren.... He's in prison... *Saying it is one thing... But Gene knows how it feels - to have imagined everything happening. To have felt the knife carving down his front... Feeling his skin peeling back even though it wasnt happening... Though for Sam it wasn't imagined. It was real, wasn't it.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 19 2017, 09:57 PM Post #1690 |
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*Sam blinks, and it almost seems as though he's going to look up and at Gene, but then he squeezes his eyes shut and shakes his head. How can Warren be in prison? He has everything - he has power, power over Sam, and Sam has nothing. He just wants this dream to end. Maybe, once he wakes up, he can end all this... there's nothing stopping him now. Stepping off that roof the roof of the police station will either bring him back home, or end it all. Either way, Sam will be free of this miserable existence, free of the guilt. But right now, he's still stuck here, with a ghost... Mocking him with lies... Trying to lull him into a false sense of safety... Exhausted, Sam mutters* ... p-please, just... go a-away. Y-you're... you're not real... ... ... |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 19 2017, 11:10 PM Post #1691 |
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*Shit... Sam just isn't having it, is he...* I am bloody real! Look at me! *Gene grits his teeth, raising his hands as high as he possibly can and taking Sam's face in between them. His heart is breaking, seeing Sam like this... So broken, after everything they've made it through... .... And it was seeing Gene die that did this...? That and what Warren did...* Look at me, okay!? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 19 2017, 11:22 PM Post #1692 |
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*It's something about that touch - skin to skin, warm hands on Sam's cheeks, damp from sweat and tears - that makes him follow the ghost's command. (How can a ghost feel this warm?) Sam's large, reddened eyes meet Gene's. He's gotten used to the light by now, so it's easier to make out his face - drawn and pale, with an expression Sam can't quite describe. He doesn't want to... But Sam can feel himself give in. Give this a chance. It's a mistake, and it's going to break what is left of him... But he can't help it. It's Gene he's seeing, and he didn't think he'd ever see that face again... So Sam looks. Waits. For the illusion to shatter... Or... * |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 19 2017, 11:43 PM Post #1693 |
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*Sam's eyes fall on Gene's and hang there, watching as though he expects the figure in front of him to just fade away. He has to take the opportunity while Sam's still looking. Gene withdraws one hand from Sam's face, clumsily reaching down to lift his own pajama top up, revealing the white gauze underneath.* See this? They sewed me up, Sam. Like a rag doll with the stuffing coming out, but they stuck me back together. Okay? And this... *He takes hold of Sam's trembling hand and presses it against his abdomen, the bruised skin beside the bandages.* Warren didn't take it off... It's still attached. *Gene's own face twitches as he says the words - even speaking it out loud makes it feel real. Because it so nearly was. Just a few more minutes and it might have been too late. What Sam described would have happened, without a doubt. Warren would have ripped his skin off. And he may have even wrapped Sam in it, Gene can't deny it. But they both need to remember. It didn't happen.* You got the bullet out. Warren didn't touch you... He didn't... Skin... Me.... And the fact that you're almost givin' me a sodding heart attack must prove 'e didn't rip that out either, eh? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 20 2017, 09:46 AM Post #1694 |
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*When Gene begins to speak again, Sam half expects Warren's voice to come out of his mouth. But no... Gene remains who he is. Sam's eyes follow his motions slowly, and he blinks when he sees the gauze. ... the incisions... he remembers this... Then his own hand, guided by Gene, touches the other's skin... and again, it's warm. It feels like skin. He got the bullet out... ... God, it all sounds too good to be true. Gene's voice sounds like himself. He looks real. He feels real. But everything else felt real as well... Sam takes a shuddering breath, his expression threatening to crumble again. He doesn't know what to believe. If he gives in to this, and then... then wakes up to a world where it all happened the way Sam remembers... It's unthinkable... His hand is still on Gene's abdomen... not far away from where his heart should be. Sam raises that hand before he can stop himself, moves it to the side and up. Then, just before his trembling fingers touch the skin there, Sam hesitates for a moment. If this is real... if this isn't just wishful thinking, then... then he should be able to feel it... Fear and faint, desperate hope both evident in his gaze, Sam makes contact, lays his palm on Gene's chest, right above his heart.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 20 2017, 09:48 PM Post #1695 |
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*Gene keeps still as Sam moves his hand until it covers his heart. There're plenty of things he needs to ask Sam still - to make him realise. But he can't do anything until Sam accepts that his dream wasn't real. That Gene's alive. That the person he's talking to isn't the same lifeless carcass that he saw just now. For a moment he just lets Sam feel. Feel the pulse of warm blood under his palm. And then eventually, Gene speaks again, voice hushed and gentle.* .... Feel it? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 20 2017, 10:50 PM Post #1696 |
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*... Sam stares intently at the spot, and for an endless moment, the entire world seems to be holding its breath. Then-- Du-dump. Du-dump. Du-dump. Gene's heart pulses against Sam's hand. Faint, but unmistakably there. Sam remains transfixed by the sensation until Gene speaks. His words set time flowing again... And something clicks. Sam remembers. Joni. The night in the basement. Sitting by Gene's side in the hospital. Caring for him... For the last two weeks. He deflates suddenly, exhaling with a shudder as he leans back, closing his eyes for a moment. Now that he's back in the here and now, Sam sees the situation more clearly. There's a terrible taste in his mouth, his pajama is sticking to him everywhere... But he's alright. And Gene is alright. Gene is here, alive. ... But it had all seemed so real... Shuddering again, Sam opens his eyes, but he can't bring himself to look at Gene.* ... Jesus... I... *He struggles for words, and ultimately gives a weak shake of his head.* ... M'sorry. *He doesn't know what else to say... How to explain what just happened.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 21 2017, 12:08 AM Post #1697 |
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*Ahh.... That seems to have done it. Sam deflates and Gene can feel the tension drop from him like a stone. Sam's mind is back, at least. Not healed, not by a long way... But at least he seems to realise that he's not talking to a ghost. Jesus, what Sam saw... It must have been so real... For him to react like this, it must have been so believable. Gene's had his share of bad dreams since the incident (and since becoming infected in the first place) but this sounds more like a hallucination. And Sam saw him DIE. There's something else nagging at him, too. Sam said Warren... He said Warren raped him... He knows he should ask about that... But maybe not right now. Right now he needs to make sure Sam stays grounded. Keeping Sam's hand pressed against his chest, Gene cuts Sam off.* Oi. None of that. You're not allowed to be sorry for Warren's crock of shit. He did this. Bastard got into your head too. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 21 2017, 12:16 AM Post #1698 |
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*Sam does look up as Gene interjects - first at his own hand, still held in place by Gene's... Still feeling the steady pulsing of his heart. Right now it's the most comforting sensation he could imagine... Then his gaze rises all the way up to meet Gene's. And... Gene is right, most likely. Warren got into Sam's head good and proper... Sam shivers. That dream... It still feels like a real memory. As though he experienced two alternate realities... Gene says he shouldn't be sorry... But... Sam leans to the side slightly, looking past Gene. Then, he quietly states, looking ever so slightly sheepish* I threw up in your hallway. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 21 2017, 10:32 AM Post #1699 |
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*Gene can't help a snorted laugh at that. God, of all the things for Sam to worry about.* I think I'll survive. *at last Gene lets go of Sam's hand, his face twitching as the healing cuts down his arm flex. They still have a lot to talk about... But first... * Come on, you need a damn shower. Y'look like a drowned rat. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 21 2017, 10:43 AM Post #1700 |
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*Sam gives a small huff at that as well, a sheepish note still in his expression. His heart is still beating faster than it should, and the tremor hasn't entirely left Sam's limbs either - not to mention that vomiting has left Sam weak - but something about Gene's practical approach makes it a bit easier to move, despite everything. So Sam finally begins to push himself up, until he's crouching. And then, out of the habit grown through the last two weeks, he reaches out without even thinking, ready to help Gene up as well. There's too much going on in his head right now, too many emotions swirling about, and there is a part of him that still can't look Gene in the eye, even though what happened was just a dream... It still feels like a memory. And right now, Sam can't even be sure how much of it was dream, and how much is real memory... how far Warren went... But none of that is strong enough to win against Sam's desire to help Gene. Even now.* |
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