No more hiding.
The time was now.
His time.
Their time.
Wade hit the floor with a thump when tripped, hands swooping out from beneath the bed, diving down like birds of prey.
Caught there, halfway to the bathroom, double click.
His eyes unfocused, narrowed.
What was going on? He hadn't drank enough to cause...whatever this was.
Couldn't move his feet.
Same with hands.
Cuffed.
Restrained.
This was NOT good.
Bad gone worse as a large crazed grin showed above his blinking eyelids, wild fluff of hair, mad caveman face.
The eyes were the worst, no emotion in them.
He felt the urge to run if Derrick began speaking of his pig.
Terrible joke.
Terrible prediciment.
Couldn't escape.
'We're finally together! As I've always hoped.'
Grumbling from the floor.
'Oooooh,my darling,that floor CAN'T be comfy! Wait,let me put you up on the bed.'
He was lifted, didn't struggle.
'Better now?'
'Not with you here.'
'You can't mind, you're not yelling for help.'
'I help myself, only fools and cowards call for others assistance.'
'I'm leaving the cuffs on. Don't want my caught fish swimming away.'
'Lunatic.'
Derrick froze, grimaced.
'Don't call me that! I'm yours, your baby, your love.'
'You're nothing,lower than nothing.'
'I'm yours! And better still...'
The smile, truly insane.
'You're MINE.'
Wade closed his eyes, tried to ignore the fondling, the licking, even as it became personal.
One time he didn't dare fight back.
'I'm my lovers, not yours.'
'That moron carrot is wrong for you.'
'Yes, that's why he isn't my dearest.'
Derrick beamed. 'I am!'
'No.'
'No?'
'I have another...did you honestly believe I'd care for a foolish fake musician when my REAL lover is a million times better?'
Derrick sat back, rocked on his heels, frowned.
'You can't be with anyone except me!'
'Then you'll have to destroy him, I suppose. Rid the world of such a...great man.'
Derrick's lip curled, eyes darkened. 'I'll keep him from you.'
'Please don't. You don't know how MUCH I love him!'
Derrick fumed, flailed about,knocking the lamp to the floor, kicking furniture, hitting the wall.
No light now in the room.
In the dark,Wade Changed.
Became a mist.
Another type of London's fog indeed.
Derrick flicked lights back on bright.
His Perfect Man,gone.
Gone!
On the pillows, a photo.
He held it, studied it, fumed more.
NOW he knew the real Enemy.
Kept the picture, left the room in a rush.
Mist grew, took shape.
Wade sat back hard,relieved, on the sofa.
He congratulated himself for being genius, tricking Bateman so well.
Idiot believed him, believed he loved Cena.
And that photo of them face to face had helped.
Him with Cena, what a joke!
He thanked peoples imagination.
Fan fiction.
It had saved his arse again.