Chapter 4

That's all drugs and alcohol do, they cut off your emotions in the end: - Ringo Starr

Disclaimer: Criminal Minds is not mine.

"Floyd?" He was laying on Spencer. He had been biting at his shoulders and kissing on his neck but he suddenly stopped. "Floyd?!" Reid tried to pull himself out from under him but without the use of his arms it wasn't going to be easy. "Floyd! Wake up." But the drink drugs and exertion had finally taken their toll and Floyd was completely out of it.

Spencer looked over at the boys who were watching. "A bit of help here?" But they scuttled back to their cages. "Wonderful – Floyd please wake up – we need to talk about things." But Flanders was a dead weight across Spencer and he wasn't going to be able to wake him. He didn't know the last time he had seen Floyd in such a mess. Again he wriggled and tried to get out from under him, but he was securely pinned in place. There was nothing he could do but lay back and wait.

He heard the door open and tipped his head back to see who it was. A couple of goons…or henchmen. One of them took Floyd and dragged him off Spencer. The other grabbed Spencer and dragged him from the room. He didn't protest.

-o-o-o-

Floyd awoke with a headache and a vile taste in his mouth. He groaned and rolled over expecting the softness of the cushions and rugs only to find the rough stone of a bare floor. It was the same room – he could smell Spencer in there still and he could smell the boys, but everything was gone. All except a small box on the floor next to him.

"What the fuck's going on?" He sat up in his filthy clothes and looked down at his hands. He tried to remember what had happened. Spencer had been here that was sure. He could smell him in the room and putting his hands to his face confirmed that he had Spencer in his hands at some point, but he didn't hold any actual memories of it.

He felt sick. He felt like he had taken every narcotic known and drunk his way through a pub and then thought that maybe that is why he did feel so damned rough. It had been a long time since this had happened. His head felt like it was going to explode and his hands were as shaky as his vision was blurred. He reached out for the small metal box. It had a big X etched into the metal. He ran a finger slowly over it and then pulled off the lid. A drugs kit. A phial of something, a syringe, a rubber band. He looked down at it and frowned. Floyd had never been one to inject. Well not into himself. He put the lid back on and slid the box to the side.

Standing was proving to be a problem. He had somehow forgotten how to balance properly and as soon as the room stopped spinning he was back on his knees wanting to be very sick. Eventually he gave up and just lay down on the cold hard floor again wondering if he had imagined everything else or if this was the hallucination. He rested on his right side looking at the small box. They obviously wanted him to take whatever it was in there. He reached out a hand and touched the small box and then pulled it close to him and held it tight.

"This means nothing. Just because I have you in my hands doesn't mean I will take you." The lid was off again. "Just because I'm looking again, means nothing. I'm curious. I want to know what you are." The band was around his arm. "Just a tiny bit wont hurt."

-o-o-o-

Spencer had been dragged through a tunnel and back to the round room. They dropped him to the floor which was devoid of the body but still had bits stuck to it. There was a circle of light. They didn't put him on the ring. They just patted the top of his head.

"Well done. Here have this." His hand was taken and something was placed in it.

"What is it?"

"A powder to help you sleep. To help you forget."

"I don't need your drugs."

"You might think that now, but later when we give someone else the treatment we gave the other guy, then you will want it. Unless you take it now. That way we won't have to kill someone else first. Up to you Spencer."

"You will kill one of those innocent men if I don't snort your drugs?"

"You're catching on – I told you he was a bright one." A deep dark laughter filled the room.

Reid dropped the small pack on the floor next to him. "I'm not doing it."

"Well I knew you would say that." A pause as the henchman looked down at Spencer. "Bring the next one over. Let him see his eyes as we rip him apart."

Spencer sat with his legs crossed and his hands resting on his knees and watched as a young guy, younger than himself was dragged over. Spencer thought he recognised him from the club and the guy seemed to recognise Spencer.

"Oh you two know each other. How sweet! This will make this so much more fun."

Reid desperately wanted to close his eyes. He didn't want to watch what they did to this person who had done nothing wrong except be in the wrong place and be dressed in the wrong clothes. They pulled him to the floor and started off with a general kicking. Reid watched and listened to the screams and the sounds of boots on flesh and the cries of help from the clubber. Reid reached out and picked up the pack.

"Stop - just stop. I will do it. Leave him alone."

"Oh you want your drugs now do you Spence?" It was Ren's voice.

"No – no I don't want them but if you will leave him alone I will do what you want." And so with a nod they stopped kicking and dragged him back into the darkness. "How do I know you won't carry on even if I do what you ask?"

A hand touched the top of his head. "There are never guarantees in life Spence. That is a risk you need to take. Is it worth the risk, because if you back out now I will tear him apart like I did the other one you got killed."

"I didn't get anyone killed. You did that to prove something to me. Well it worked." His fingers fumbled with the small pack in his shaking hands. He knew what they were doing to him and there didn't seem to be a way to stop it. He would die before he would let someone else die because of his mistakes.

"Here let me help you." A clawed hand reached down for the pack.

The fear that it would be taken from him and he would be making a mistake which would cost another life was overwhelming. "I've got it. Don't touch me!" but now his hands were shaking even more. Bit by bit as carefully and as slowly as he could, he removed the paper packing from around the gift. There was a small metal thing to hold the powder and a tiny amount of whitish grey stuff. "What is this?"

"Does it matter what it is Spencer. The end result is all that matters. Take it. Enjoy the comfort it will give you." Reid looked over towards where they had taken the guy again and swallowed.

"I'm not doing this because you have told me to. I'm doing this for him. Don't mistake what I am doing as something I want to do."

"Oh Spencer stop moaning and trying to excuse your actions, just get on with it will you? You might want to lay down first." A smirk.

And so he down on his side and did something he really thought he would never do. But it was just this once. He was sure of that. Next time it will be something else they will tell him to do. Each time slowly chipping away at what was important. They were destroying Floyd slowly with his inability to keep his willpower under control and they knew that. They knew Floyd well enough to know that the temptations would be too much for him. It was one of the many things which Spencer found so fascinating about him – the adrenaline spikes.

He closed his eyes and inhaled the same way he had seen Floyd do so many times and he quickly drifted off into a place where nothing could disturb the peace.

-o-o-o-

Floyd lay looking at the syringe. He had finally taken the lot and it had made his head buzz in a good way. He had tried to stand up and had succeeded quite well. He had also managed to scale the walls and hang off the ceiling. As he felt his wings rip through his flesh and then what remained of his clothing he howled in delight and flew around the room faster than something which flies really fast. He sat again with his legs crossed and his mind spinning and didn't think he had felt this good since last time he beat the shit out of Spencer. He licked his lips and sighed happily – then curled up into a ball and started to sleep it off. His arm was throbbing and he felt his wings retreat back into his body, but that was OK. For now that was fine.

He was awoken by a boot in his ribs. "Wake up." Ren's voice.

"I am sleeping."

"I have something for you." A bottle of whiskey was placed in front of him. "And this."

He looked now at the bare feet of one of the boys. "Where's the rest of my stuff?"

"Your stuff? You need to earn it back Floyd."

"Right obviously. That was silly of me wasn't it? Ren old buddy, it's not going to work. This plan of yours. You can't get rid of me as easily as you think you can."

"Floyd my dear old friend – it's already working." He picked up the small tin with X on it and replaced the contents with a fresh lot. "It's working great. Your Spencer will be mine or someone elses – and you won't know what hit you, you little shit."

"Screw you."

"Well if you insist, but Spencer wants me first. Learn to take your turn."

"I don't want your drugs or your boys – you can leave the drink, but you can take the rest. Well actually you can leave the boy for a little while, but I don't want your drugs." He looked at the tin. "What was that anyway?"

"You liked it didn't you." Ren was smiling.

"Took me back a bit is all. What is it?" running a finger over the tin.

"Something I made up especially for you. Enjoy."

Floyd pushed the tin away. "I don't want it."

"Not even slightly tempted by it?" A smirk.

The tin was pushed back with the toe of Ren's dirty boots. "Not even remotely." Floyd picked it up and threw it across the room.

"My we do have a little temper don't we. Spencer took his like such a good boy, yet you are not tempted. How curious the way things have changed."

Floyd grabbed hold of the boy standing next to him and pulled himself to his feet. Again the room began to spin and his eyes lost focus. "Spencer wouldn't do that." He could feel himself falling forwards and went down to his knees.

"Spencer would do anything if the right leverage was applied. Give him up Floyd. Cast him aside and free him. This will destroy him you know." Floyd could feel Ren's hand brushing through his hair. "And I know you have feelings for him. Feelings beyond arse and mouths." Ren turned and left the room with a passing shot. "Do what you are asked Floyd and you will eventually get all your shit back. I might even let you have Spencer for a while." The door slammed and locked behind him.

He turned and looked at the boy who was slowly touching himself and smiling down at Floyd.

"Stop doing that will you and leave me alone." Floyd turned and looked at the bottle of drink and picked it up. The boy knelt down in front of Floyd and ran a finger down his chest. "I told you to leave me alone. Go play with yourself somewhere else." But the boy was persistent and as Floyd began to drink the contents of the bottle like it was water the boy began to investigate Floyd's body. "I told you to get off me!" He pushed the whore away from him. "Don't look at me – don't come near me."

Again the hand returned. Unremitting and hungry hands.

And so there was only two options left open to him. Accept the boy or tear him apart.

Floyd went for option two. It didn't take long, but it was very messy. The blood sprayed over Floyd's face and up the wall and it pooled on the floor as Floyd too his anger and frustration out on the little whore boy. He knelt and looked at the mess he had made and his stomach growled. When had he last had something to eat? He put his hands to his face and started to lick off some of the mess. He then turned again to the boy and had lunch.

It was during this time that Spencer was returned to him for a short while.

He stood and saw something which his muddled drugged brain wouldn't process properly. "Floyd? What – what are you doing?"

"Having lunch what the fuck does it look like I am doing? What are you here for – thought you were off getting doped and screwing around with Ren."

Reid walked slowly over to Floyd who was wiping the mess off from around his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Damn you Flanders!" Spencer turned when he could fully see what Floyd had been doing and started to walk away. "I'm trying to stop people from being killed and you are here lunching on them! What the hell is wrong with you?" He was hammering on the door now. "Let me out of here!"

Floyd still not able to keep his feet started a slow crawl over to Reid. "It's not how it looks babes. Let me explain. We need to stay focused on what we need to be doing here or Ren will win."

Reid turned and looked down at the creature on his knees in front of him.

"And what is so bad about that? I spend my life standing up for you and making excuses for you and turning a blind eye to your – your strange behaviour and this is the repayment. You take so many drugs you can't stand and then you eat someone! I can't reason with that Floyd." He moved out of the way so Floyd's sticky hands couldn't touch him.

"It's the drugs talking. Your system isn't used to them. Come here babes – let me explain." Floyd moved closer and Spencer backed off.

"It's not the drugs Floyd. Please don't touch me. I need to think." His eyes flicked from Floyd to the mess behind him and back again.

Floyd sat and watched. "This isn't my fault. I didn't bring you here. This shit isn't my doing. It's Ren. If he gets rid of me then there is a new empty slot he can take. He needs me to fail Spence. He needs me to give you up. He doesn't want you. He doesn't give a shit about you. You will be just tossed back like some runt pig and I will be banished. The end. You will end up in some high security mental institution and I won't be around to protect you."

"Protect me? You think you protect me? Floyd you are what I need protecting from!"

"You think?"

"I know."

"Fine. Have it your way. You don't want to see me again? You want me gone from your life? You want to be the cause of my destruction?" (Ha! Got him there) "Then you can have it. Call for Ren. I will give you up. Kiss goodbye first?"

Spencer knelt down on the floor and put a hand out to Floyd. "I can't – you know I can't."

"It's probably your only chance Spence." Floyd grabbed Reid's hand. "Come on a last kiss babes – for me and I will be gone."

"That's not what I meant." Big sad hazel eyes were looking directly into darker fierce ones.

Floyd gripped tightly onto Spencer's hand. "They are trying to break you. Just do what they ask. If it's drugs, just take them. Go along with it. I can sort you out after. Don't compromise yourself Spence. Keep doing what you are doing. Ren's plan is obviously not working or he would have sent you to me now." Floyd moved closer and wrapped his arms around Reid. "I'm not about to give you up babes – don't worry about that."

Spencer leaned forward and rested his head on Floyd's shoulder. "OK – Well I'm not about to give you up either and so I think he is going to up his plan."

"Ren's not as smart as us babes. He wont win."

"You are pretty stupid when you are high."

Floyd thought of the feelings the drug had given him and it made him shudder with pleasure. "I can control it. I don't need his stupid drugs Spence. I am in total control of it."

He looked over to where the small tin with the X etched on the lid lay and licked his lips.