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Warning: Traumatic scenes ahead, swearing and images of rape. Please don't read if this (Dark fan-fiction) is not your cup of tea.
As Elizabeth paced up and down the safe house with the latest memento in her hand she was tempted to forego Jason's warning and just look at the DVD and then re-watched it when he arrived with the men.
Ever since this sick mess started she had keep a tight wrap on her emotions.
Ever careful to use the right words to describe how she was feeling
Never being overly opened; Jason was freakishly intuitive and at times she felt they were silently battling to see who would break first. Would he call her bluff and make her face the music or would she go running to him when she could no longer keep up the farce.
Liz unknowingly chewed her bottom lip as she contemplated watching the DVD that was sent to her via Fed Ex.
"The hell with it!" the beautiful brunette said out loud to no one in particular.
But as faith would have it Jason, Frankie and John had just arrived.
She heard the knock a second after the ignition of the SUV had been turned off. Though Jason's knock was not impatient; she knew he shared her anxiety and that provided her with immense comfort, why else does a man fly from a mob meeting across town in less than 15 minutes if he isn't anxious
Just before opening the door Elizabeth allowed her mask to drop for a total of 3 seconds. She was scared, so very scared and tired. She wanted the sick bastard caught and she wanted it to all be over soon.
She rubbed her stomach.
Since finding out she was pregnant. It had all gone to hell. She didn't know how much this was affecting the baby but she knew if it did went on any longer it just couldn't be healthy for the baby.
And though she didn't want to let anyone know that she was pregnant yet, they might just find out if she started fainting as a result of the incurred stress.
As Elizabeth open the door, Jason looked her over and assessed her with the precision of a well season surgeon.
He had been worried about her and it didn't help that at present she had done a 360 with her emotions and started hiding what she was truly feeling from him and everyone else.
He couldn't take her behaviour personal of course.
She was a well accomplish and thriving young woman in his eyes. To be twenty and so talented and mature and responsible was new to him. Since the beginning of their friendship she had always been honest with him, so it was a little strange to have her so suddenly change to this secretive person.
He knew the stress couldn't be good for her. If he didn't know her as well as he did he would have doubt that he did see her grab purchase to the kitchen counter- 3 days ago when she was sent over 5 dozen red roses from the creep -to keep from passing out.
But she had assured him that she was fine and he was imagining things.
If Jason had his way he would have never left Elizabeth side today - Friday February 14th. He suspect that she was definitely not fine but absolutely stubborn.
So as he entered the safe house he took the DVD from her hand but also enfold her into his arms tightly. Kissing her fore head and her temple, reassuring her that he was here and nothing and no one was going to hurt her again.
Being no stranger to misfortune had taught Elizabeth to not to depend on anyone; so after indulging herself in Jason's arm a little longer than she normally would she pulled away and plastered her game face on.
As John made his way inside Jason's safe house, the ever attentive bodyguard did a quick but effect sweep of the place. It was not about second guessing himself or Jason it was about being damn effective when it came to Elizabeth's safe and security.
When he was done he met the guys in the living room. Stan had already arrived and was now setting up his gadgets to trace anything left by Elizabeth's stalker. If the disc was compromise in the slightest way they would get lucky and finally get enough of a trail on this pervert and then finally catch the bastard before he escalated.
Though Elizabeth was doing a damn good job at covering and being brave; it no doubt was getting to be too much for the young beauty to handle. And since John had notice she was averse to accepting emotional help, they really needed to catch a break soon.
"Boss its ready." As Stan (the syndicate's tech guy) put the finishing touches to the DVD player, he showed Frankie how to operate the control before taking his leave. Though the young tech wanted to stay and be of help, the way in which Jason was feeding off the young woman name Elizabeth's emotions, he guessed that wasn't an option and so he made a swift exit once his work was done.
As the door closed behind Stan, the volume of the room went from very quiet to none existent.
Jason stood with the offending DVD in his hand. No matter how much Elizabeth was trying to prove that she didn't need his support, he knew she did. He knew that when she wrung her tiny hands the way she was doing now, that she was anything but okay.
But not knowing what was on the disc was killing her so as John and Frankie each took positions behind the couch trying to make themselves invisible to help in easing the young woman's discomfort they nevertheless remained attentive to what was going to play out before them on the screen.
Elizabeth didn't want to sit but she had no choice. If she didn't Elizabeth fear Jason would never play the bloody DVD so she took a seat and whispered to Jason to play it.
As Jason pop the reflective flat circle into the player; Frankie pressed play from where he stood and they all held their breathes while they wait for the latest bitter reminder that today was the anniversary of Elizabeth's rape to play out.
DVD Recording scene
As the picture came into focus what the viewers saw first lulled them all into a sense of unease but none were alarm except for one who had started to unconsciously retreat into herself.
The snow , the bench, that fountain, Elizabeth knew before any other image made its way on the screen what she would face in a matter of seconds.
The young woman's face began to leaked salty fluid that effortlessly and silently fell down her ashen cheeks. If the other occupants were not so focus on finding the fucker who had dare to disrupt Elizabeth Webber's life in such a psychologically and mentally disturbing way, they would not failed to see the tears of the girl who 5 years ago had live and breathe the hell they were about to witness.
A petite figure suddenly sat down on a bench her red heels the only thing recognisable thus far, eating popcorn. It was obviously cold as the young woman put down her snack and pulled her coat tighter around herself.
Though all the men in the room could not see the face of the person –just the profile and her back
- they were all getting an eerie and ominous feeling that they knew the person.
The picture played on and from their vantage point a man in black with a balaclava on suddenly with practiced stealth approached the figure on the bench who was looking on –lost in thought.
As his hand made a connection with the figure's face, the men all watched on in uncomfortable silence as the small figure fought to keep hold of a bench and then the sound on the video kicked in, it was a young woman muffled scream and whimpers that invaded the room at first. Her choppy cries escalated as she fought her attacker blind.
Fear like a invisible cloak seeped into the room. Elizabeth was utterly paralysed, 5 years after and her rape could still make her feel like that weak insecure 15 year old girl again.
Never before had she gotten this vantage point of her own rape. As she watched on to her horror she watched herself fought with Tom Barker as he simultaneously prevented her from screaming or calling out for help by trapping the voice in her throat with one hand while restraining her own hands as they alternated in fighting him off of her and holding on for life to the bench with the other.
But of course although Liz wanted so much for the scene to play out differently she already know that she would be unable to stop her attacker. She would be helpless in a moment when he dragged her into the bushes and when he finally hit her with more force than necessary in an effort to make her fall to the ground she would get no mercy thereafter.
As the small figure strength waned. Jason watched the man pick the young woman up and then the bile that quickly crawled up his throat told him all he needed to know before his cold blue eyes meet a pair of frighten and incredibly petrified pair of unbelieving blue.
15 year old Elizabeth Webber face stared back at all present in the room.
As the DVD continued to play, Jason finally looked away his rage had went from controlled to inconsolable in under 3 seconds. He wanted to stop the DVD and turned to Elizabeth but he just needed a few seconds more to keep the hate he felt in check.
Frankie and John were both in hell not knowing if to stop the DVD as they looked on, not wanting to offend either Jason or Elizabeth they remained silent and watchful but a singular thought took root in all the men's mind.
NO FUCKING MERCY! NONE...
Just as Jason was recovering from his lapsed moment. Elizabeth gasp and dived off the couch.
She screamed for the DVD to be switch off as her too small frame tried to block the images of Tom Bar.. -no to give him a name would be acknowledging him as human and he was not. He was a sick monstrous creature -just as the monster brutally ripped her dress and shot his hand up her dress to rid her of her nylons.
Although Frankie had comply already and he and John had left the room out of respect and out of a pure need to calm their own racing hearts.
Elizabeth remained in front of the telly screaming and finally begging for it to stop.
Jason was out of his seat long before his men had tactful left him alone to comfort Elizabeth. But she was not mentally in the room with them as yet.
END of the DVD scene
Jason tried talking at first. He really didn't want to startled Elizabeth or touch her if it would set her off more so he patiently tried to coaxes her out of her traumatic hell with his voice.
"Liz it's me Jason, you are with me sweetheart. No one can hurt you anymore, please come back babe...please come back to me."
Taking a step closer Jason surrounded himself around the woman he love. Still not touching her, needing her permission first, the effort it took to wait for her consent was killing the usually patient mono tone enforcer but he continued his efforts
"Elizabeth please baby. You are safe with me always. You are safe with me (Jason) please let me hold you, let me prove that what you think is happening- isn't."
It took the hitch in Jason's voice to stun Elizabeth out of her flashback. After rubbing the kneels of her wrists to her eyes to try and dispel the nightmare from her vision Liz took in the profile of the man before her.
"Jason?" Elizabeth whimpered not quiet believing her reality as yet
"Jason is...is ...is that you?" The brunette whispered, her sweat dampen bangs framed her face and add to the looked of utter innocent stupor as she looked on at the man in front of her.
As Elizabeth shuddered, her voice finally broke
"JAS-ON, Oh Jas- on" Elizabeth hiccupped around her tears
As Jason moved his arms in to gather the only woman he knew he would love for life in his arms she sprang away and flew up the stairs. Jason was left confused only for a split second.
Liz wasn't running away from him. She was running to empty her stomach. She gagged just as she reached the top of the stairs and swayed a little.
Like a bullet out of a gun. Jason was at her side. Using care (always with Elizabeth) he picked her up and carried her into his bathroom, lifting up the toilet seat he position her head over the bowl. Dragging clean towels down from the rack, Jason began to gently rub the fragile woman's lower back and neck.
After a while Liz made to stand thinking it was a false alarm and to her horror puke up on her friend's t- shirt. Not even slightly phased, Jason simply redirected Elizabeth head and held her hair away from face as she continued to puke
When Liz started making choking sounds from the effort it took to rid herself of her breakfast. Jason saw her tear slide down her face indicating the level of pain anddiscomfort she was in.
Jason hated to see Elizabeth cry. It was his worst nightmare. In the presence of her tears the enforcer always managed to feel helpless and undeserving. If he could protect her properly then she would not cry he unreasonably rationalised. It was his fault; he had failed to protect her.
As Elizabeth finally heaved for the last time, Jason switched on the shower and shed all his clothes and did the same to Elizabeth. Deeming the shower warm enough he lifted the woman in his arms and carried her in with him. When they had both received their fair share of attention from the warmth of the water he sat down on the floor and tucked Elizabeth on his lap; gently combing her hair with his fingers as he cradle her tight against him.
As Elizabeth sniffle, Jason lovingly massaged her damp back, not even try to stop the tears and gasp, he knew she needed to cry. As Elizabeth cried on neither of them recognised when a single tear slide down the stone cold killer face
A/N:
I was looking for a fic like this and because I couldn't find one (except for 'giving back Jake') I thought I would give it a shot. I wanted a whole lot of drama and angst and comfort and romance but I like dark things. so here I am trying to write my own dark fic to satisfy my craving.
I realise this may not be in everyone's taste. But I am a liason fan 4 life and I will write what I damn well please when it concerns my favourite pairing.
So those who like review, those who don't –DON'T and those who think they may be interest review as well and tell me what's missing.
This is after all a teaser. If it's worth continuing I will but let me know.
please R&R. DARK FICTION!