Warning: There's rape in this chapter, if that triggers you, please don't read.
"He lives a lie, his name is Hope
I'm never what I like
I'm double-sided
And I just can't hide
I kinda like it
When I make you cry
'Cause I'm twisted up, I'm twisted up, inside"
-Semi-Automatic by Twenty One Pilots
Almost a week after John's encounter with Jim and he couldn't shake a nagging feeling that someone was watching him. He would blame it on his PTSD, trying to shove it in the back of his mind but it was always there. Kind of like there was a target painted onto the back of his head and everyone was dying to aim at the center. It was unnerving to say the least, so he did the rational thing and played it safe. He avoided walking lonely areas and even stopped working the streets, which was becoming a problem seeing that he was beginning to run low on funds.
The only good thing about this whole fiasco was that John no longer had a limp, (ever since his night with Jim, but he really didn't want to have to duel on that.) Which meant that he could try working at someplace other than his current occupation so as to earn their keep.
A couple days after the encounter with Jim, John began working at a small covenant store, where they accepted him only a day after applying.
John was in charge of carrying boxes, in and out of storage, restocking the goods on the shelves. Everything was fine, for a whole two days, until it all went to shit.
The majority of John's new coworkers were students, so he was constantly asked to work after hours. Without a given complaint, and understanding, he always accepted
When closing, he could feel that something just wasn't right. He could feel it in his bones that his very existence was in danger. (To be honest, it truly was.)
John was shifty, looking ahead and behind himself to see if anyone was following him but every time he would check, no one was there. Walking fast, John was trying to head home to safety as quickly as possible. "Come on John! You're just over reacting, nothing's gonna happen, you're jus-" His thoughts came to a running halt as he felt a fist collide with his jaw making him see stars. Whoever his attacker was, was pretty strong, by the way his jaw was aching, surely leaving a bruise.
His assailant grabbed him by neck and throw him into an alleyway, where it was dark and cold. Hitting a solid brick wall John pulled himself together as much as he could and throw a blind punch in front of him, hitting his attacker in what he assumed was their abdomen.
When the world refocused he could see a tall, well-built man with light blond hair coming at him again. Summoning all the strength he had, he met the man in the middle and throw a well-aimed and precise punch to his attacker, aiming for the man's liver. The blond man blocked his attack and recounted with his own strike, hitting John in the nose making him tear up a bit. Immediately blood came gushing down his nose leaving a trail of red down his chin and neck, stopping at his shirt.
Blinking hard he backed away from him and watched his assaulter closely "Why the hell are you doing this, I don't have money! I don't even bloody know you!" John yelled at him as the taller man came at him again, foreseeing this John prepared for the strike that came flying to his abdomen, hitting its mark John took the opening and punched the man in the face, now mirroring his own nose, the stranger kept on with his onslaught. John was trying all he could to keep the blows at bay, dodging what he could and returning just as many as they came.
After a while of this carnage John was beginning to feel the fatigue, his body aching and screaming for it to stop, begging him to rest and cease the pain, feeling the bruises form all over his body. But he wouldn't give up, he knew that there was no stopping this man, if he gave the stranger even a tiny bit of an advantage, John knew he'd be fucked.
Then out of nowhere, there was a stinging to his bottom jaw, halting his thoughts. The world was beginning tilt, trying to stay standing he felt a leg swipe at his knees making him crash into the concrete, landing on his side, head hitting the floor hard. His vision going in and out of black trying and failing to stand, there was a kick to his side and he tumbled over again, the kick being strong enough to make him dry heave.
Laying on the floor, John was waiting for his assaulter to take what little money he had and leave him be, when the worst happened. The stranger rolled John over to his front so he was lying on his belly, he felt the man tugging on his trousers and pants. The blood draining from his face and stomach dropping. Was this the man's goal!? On Raping him?! Venison clearing a bit from the adrenalin rush, John struggled as much as he could, flailing his legs and arms, but to no avail. His attacker grabbed him by the back of the neck, pushing him down so as not move, his face being smushed into the concrete, getting stabbed by tiny pebble's in the process. Finally tugging the garments down.
Fear griped at John as he knew there was no stopping this man, no one was around to help him, helpless and alone, struggling to get free.
He felt it.
The moment the intrusion entered his body. The tear of flesh and the warmth of blood running down his legs, it was almost like a comfort his blood was trying to give him, warmth. Then he started to move and the pain got worse, it felt as if there was sandpaper entering his body and ripping out, trying to tear him open. John stopped struggling, knowing it was only going to make things worse. He tried to relax his body as much as he could, to make it less painful.
The monster above him picked up his pace and was ramming into him, making him wheeze as he tried to breathe through the pain. John wanted to kill this man, to scream bloody murder, but the only sounds that he could make, were the pitiful lungfuls of air he was greedily sucking up.
John was limp as the man above him finished. Whimpering as he came inside, making the ripped flesh fester in fresh pain. A fleeting thought ran through his head hoping to himself that the man didn't have any diseases. He pulled out, presumably tucking himself back into his trousers. John thought it was the last of it, with the deed being done and all. How wrong he was.
Footsteps alerted him that someone else was in the alley with them. He turned to look and saw polished shoes come into view. "Ya know, I had a little speech asking if you could really protect yourself out here, seeing as what you said last time, but then… you just had to go and get yourself a different occupation.". Jim said kneeling down to pet John on the head, running his fingers through John's short, soft strands. "That's really why I sent Sebby here to fuck you, to make a point, Buuuuuuuut that thought went up in flames, so I thought Hey! Why not do it anyway? Just to show you what I can do." Jim was now running his hand down to John's neck, playing with the strands at his nape.
John wanted to cry-out with desperation and pain as 'Sebby' placed his foot onto his lower back, holding him down again "As if I can do anything in this condition.", putting strain to his rectum. His arse still bare, feeling the blood ooze out of himself. Thinking Jim was going to rape him too, and use the blood as lubricant.
"Since you turned down my last deal, we'll have to make a new one" Jim said, sounding way to chipper. He paused, as if in the process of thinking but John knew it was only to make things more dramatic. "Ok! Here's the deal!" Jim said, standing up quickly and looking down at John. "I'll send your drinkie of a sister, to one of the best rehab centers, In. The. World. and set her up for life." a pause "As in everything she wants I will provide it for her, she names it I'll get it, all you have to do is belong to me." He finished looking way too smug.
"Bloody prick" John thought, struggling to breath with 'Sebby's' foot on his back "A-and if" he groaned "I refuse." John asked in a pained voice.
"Well, she takes your place, only instead of belonging to me, I'll ship her off to Russia, where she'll become one of the many sex workers in those shady sex/drug dens where she'll probably die of an overdose or somethin, then I take you anyway." He gave a shrug. "I don't recommend that, after all I really would prefer to take you willingly." Jim said looking playful and happy, "This mas is sick" thought John as he tried to blink back the tears.
Grinding his teeth together, he made a decision, giving a pause, he spoke. "I won't ask how it is you know of her… but you promise… she'll be safe?" He waited for a response "I'll give you my word Johnny boy." Jim said in a sinfully slickly voice. "I accept your deal." regretting the words as soon as they left his mouth. Jim was spinning and cheering like a child. "But I'll want proof that she's fine." John finished. Jim stopped his cheering and turned around on his toes smiling down at John, making a hand gesture at Seb, lifting his foot off of him, John struggled to get on his knees with the pain in his arse and his trousers still around his knees, restricting his movements.
"Fine by me, I really don't care." Jim said looking at him "Gleeful bastard!" John thought struggling to keep eye contact with the black holes that were Jim's eyes.
"Ok let's seal the deal!" Jim clapped his hands together and all but sang in glee as he went to unzip his trousers.
John look on in horror as he realized what it was Jim was doing. Pulling himself out, hard and ready. John realized that Jim must have been watching, as he was getting raped, bile was rising in his throat but he kept it down, refusing to throw up. "He got off on it! The sick fuck actually got off on it!" were his panicked thoughts "Instead of 'shaking on it' why don't you suck on it." Jim said holding himself out to John smiling like a crazed man, "He is a crazy man. No. Not a man, he's the devil." John thought, looking up at Jim with hate.
Fed up with the wait Jim walked forward and forced himself into and down John's throat, choking him in the process "Bite down and bad things will happen Johnny boy." Jim said, holding a promise of something dark behind the false joy. John was trying not to bite down, what with the combination of surprise and pain from the bruising on his face.
Closing his eyes, focusing on shutting down his gag reflex as Jim thrusted into his mouth, making him go slacked jaw. "You know Johnny boy." he paused giving a rough thrust "I think you look lovely with your face all black and blue, it's so pretty and memorizing." a stuttering thrust "oh and the way that your eyes look up at me in such… hatred. Oh, it's nearly orgasmic." Jim said, not stopping in his brutal thrusts.
Saliva was now dripping down his chin along with what tasted like precum. John was in too much pain to really reacted to what was being said so he did the only thing he could do and glared at Jim.
"You know, now that you're rightfully mine for the taking, I think it's time you know my full name and you tell me yours in return." Jim said, still thrusting into Johns mouth, "I'm James, James Moriarty." A strangled choke, "No." John thought as his eyes widened.
Moriarty was the name spoken in hushed whispers on the streets, apparently the man was a powerful criminal mastermind that was untouchable by anyone. Even NSY didn't dare touch him, fearing for their lives, those bold enough to try could never hold him in for long, seeing as how there was never any evidence against him. It was common knowledge though, that the man ran everything. He had a finger in every single cookie jar there was, pulling all the strings. He was known as the 'The spider king'; the name made sense since he had a string for everything, guns, bombings, drugs, the traffic of people, you name it he probably had a bit of it. Anyone who was unlucky enough to get caught in his web was sure to be dead.
And here he was, standing in front of John was the spider king, his prick down John's throat. He knew in that moment that there was no hope for him, not anymore. This man was the king of everything illegal, everything immoral, if he wanted something he was going to get it, regardless of what and who it was. John had tears in his eyes, realizing this, as Ji- no, Moriarty finished in his mouth, forcing John to swallow his salty ejaculation.
Pushing John's face away, Moriarty put himself away and smiled at him, "And your full name?"
Moriarty asked, watching John try and fail, at pulling his trousers back up, the pain too unbearable. "Something tells me that I don't need to tell you." He responded voice raspy, looking down so as to not meet his eyes, feeling ashamed, embarrassed, enraged and afraid.
Moriarty laughed and looked at John again, "Good, so you know who I am and what I can do, right? Dr. John Watson, that makes things soooo much easier." he said turning and walking to the end of the alley, Seb not far behind him.
"I'll have someone come around and pick you up in the morning, best be prepared to leave by then, oh and you should get a plan going for your sister, seeing as how it's important to you and what not, just tell the men what you want to do and they'll do it, they know better than to defy orders." Moriarty words fading as he walked out, Seb right on his heel, leaving John alone at last.
John laid on the concrete floor for a while looking up at the night sky, contemplating what just happened. Moving to pull up his pants and trousers back on, slowly succeeding in doing so. Heaving himself off of the floor with the help of the wall he stood still, adjusting to the pain in his arse and began to walk. Slowly limping to the end of the alleyway, feeling the blood run down his legs, his body was in so much pain, but he needed to get back home and inform Harry of what was to come.
He slowly made it back to the sit-it, feeling light headed from the blood loss but pushing through it. Taking his keys to unlock the door only to see that the door was indeed already open. Feeling his blood run cold he ignored the pain in his arse and ran inside fearing that Moriarty had sent men after his sister. But upon entering he saw why the door was ajar. Harry had found his money again and helped herself to it. On the couch was Harry with a bottle of empty Tequila in her hand, asleep no doubt utterly pissed.
John finally broke, seeing his sister like this was the last thing he needed at the moment. He fell onto his knees finally feeling the day's events catch up to him, the pain and soreness of his body making him feel ill. He knelt by Harry's head, sobbing as he stroked her hair, "Oh god Harry, oh god." He whispered caressing her softly as his quiet tears leaked from his eyes.
John stayed like that for what felt like time itself, just caressing Harry's head and crying, no one there to disrupted John's thoughts. "At least Harry will be happy. I won't be there, but she doesn't need me to be happy. There's really no other way…I can live with this, if it's for Harry…yeah I can do this." John tried to see the light side of things, John knew that his life from then on was going to be a living hell, he knew he was going to wish for death on a daily basis but he would toughen through it for her, she would be happy after all. For her he'd go to hell and back, bring heaven to its knees, anything she wanted he would do it for her because she was his sister and the last thing he had left.
So he would sacrifice his mind, body and soul to the demon spider with pit less eyes to achieve his sister's happiness, even if it meant he would no longer be part of her world. He stood slowly so as not to re-open this wounds and slowly went to the bathroom to clean and patch himself up.
When the first light of dawn came around, he was still awake, unable to sleep. His duffel bag packed and on the floor by his feet. Harry still asleep besides him on the shitty little couch. He had taken a shower, skin still red from scrubbing himself raw and had tended to his injuries applying ointment to the tears in his rear.
Changed into his comfy oatmeal colored jumper and a random pair of comfortable jeans he waited for Moriarty's men to take him away. There was a knock at his door and he just knew, they were here.
Standing slowly and carefully he went to the door and opened it, revealing two tall men in suits waiting outside. Not caring to be socially correct and greeting them, he spoke "You'll take Harry to the hospital as soon as she's awake, then she'll pick where she wants to go, understood?" John said looking the man dead in the eyes "Your boss probably told you what would happen if she gets hurt right? Treat her well and you won't die." He spoke in a deadpan voice.
The man nodded and stepped aside so as to give John room to pass. Sighing he walked back and kissed Harry on the crown of her head. Standing, he tilting his head to indicate his duffel bag, catching on to his meaning one of the men garbed it and followed John out the door. John lead the way down to the sidewalk where a slick black BMW was parked, the man deposited Johns duffel bag into the trunk and walked over to the driver side to start the car. Sighing one last time John gave himself a moment to bid his freedom farewell. Steeling himself, he opened the car door and stepped inside, "No turning back now.".
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