"Grasping Evil: The Final Showdown."
Author's Note- this story is tinged all over with Laurell K. Hamilton's concept of the audeur, sex magic. If it offends you then don't read. If it doesn't offend you, enjoy. Also, this story evolves torture and suicide, you were forewarned. Pendergast, Proctor and Diogenes belong to Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child, Kel and Brett belong to me. DISCLAIMER.
I swung my gun hand, making sure to hit Diogenes hard enough to knock him out and it connected with his forehead. It was only fair, considering what he'd done to Charles. Proctor caught him before he could fall onto me and dosed him with god-only-knew what to keep him unconscious until I decided otherwise. I helped Proctor maneuver him to the wall, where I'd installed shackles the day before.
Dear brother was heavier than I'd expected him to be and Proctor had to help me while I shackled his wrists above his head. I gave him enough slack to take most of the weight off his shoulders but not enough for him to reach out to touch me. He'd grown over the years, four inches taller than me, and so much wider through the shoulders and chest than he'd been when we were children
"Sir," Proctor said at my side. "What do you need of me?"
"Just hang back over there," I said, waving my hand behind me. "Stop me if I take this too far."
"Yes sir,"
I wasn't sure how far I even planned to take my revenge, but for measures of my own safety, I handed Proctor my gun, drawling my knife instead. I stepped up to Diogenes, evading his space and touched his wide chest, running my hand down his front until I came to his belt. My hand started to drift lower with my need to cause him pain; I wasn't ready to start with my knife yet.
A large hand suddenly grabbed my wrist, jerking me off balance and away from my brother. "Sir," Proctor said. "Aloysius don't do that to him. I can understand your hatred, but…Don't; that's beyond even his level of madness."
I slowly pulled my hand free, knowing he was right and almost not caring. But… he was my brother, I couldn't touch him like that, couldn't humiliate him like that, because I knew that was worse than anything he'd do to him victims. Brother was evil, a murderer, but he had never been a rapist, not with our history. And if I could bring myself to end him tonight he never would be.