Deeds done in dawn light
Soft dawn light was beaming through a dusty window. A sign of morning.
Warehouse where they were was abondoned. Seb lightly brushed dust off the glass, eyes scanning for movement on a gloomy street on the edge of London. His sharp eyes caught no danger. Who would be on a street like this at six in the morning? Room they used was with a dim light. Only one lightbulb hanging on the rotting ceiling. Seb looked around him. At least now he saw the room properly, it had been ridiculous to even understand what Jim had been doing in the room at night. Every once in a while Seb had just heard tortured screams and the clinging of metal against the rough stone surface of the ground. And Jim's voice teasing the man, who was now barely alive. Seb watched as Jim sat on the floor next to a bleeding man. Victim was just an average person. Jim did not really care who it was, as long as he got his fun. Sebastian took a step closer and almost fell, because the floor was sticky, red and slippery of the blood.
'Oh, fuck!' Seb shouted, and Jim glared at him madly.
There was something in his eyes, it almost looked like his eyes were burning with a mad fire. They were mysterious and Seb almost felt the flames eat at his skin. Jim's skin looked even whiter than usually, and his dark hair added a nice contrast to the pale looked beautiful.
'Easy there, tiger.' Jim whispered.
Seb had seen Jim like this before, thousands of times, but the effect on him remained the same. Sebastian had never seen anything more seductive. When he looked at him like this, Seb felt like they were the only two people in the universe. He could look at him forever. Eventually Jim bored of the eye-lock and turned to the man lying on the floor. Jim slapped him across his already flaming cheek. Then he stood up and kicked him in the ribs. He laughed while doing it.A crack of bones breaking echoed in the room. Seb knew this was it. Jim was done with his victim. After all, people will wake up soon. Jim walked over to Seb, invading his personal space so Seb would feel Jim's warm breath on his neck. It sent shivers up Seb's spine.
'Time is running out. Finish him for me darling.'
Seb went over to the tortured man. He looked awful. He had cuts all over his body. Face was beat up so
severely Sebastian had a hard time understanding where his nose and chin were, and then he realised he doesn't care. He was ordinary. Seb stood over him with his gun in took aim and a loud bang hit the walls. It was quick, but it felt good. Seb looked over to Jim, a smile on his face. He saw Jim was smiling back.
Seb took Jim's hand and said 'Lets go have breakfast, honey.'