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Warnings: brief mild language, blood, violence, spoilers to season 4 "...And Back", season 5 "Nameless Faceless"


The next day found George Foyet outside the institution, parked nearby in a dark sedan. He had been there for a while but he didn't mind waiting—he had managed to wait for Aaron at his apartment for hours before he was able to ambush him, he can do it again.

Besides, he had Agent Reid's letters to Tobias to keep him entertained. There were so many and he's already read more than half. Eventually though he got bored -especially since most of the topics droned on about pathetic mundane topics- and skipped to the most recent one.

Now that one caught his interest.

Foyet sneered, enjoying that the young doctor seemed to be going through a few issues and was pleased to discover that good ol' Aaron was directly a part of it. He was currently rereading that letter until he looked at his watch. Realizing that it was almost nine in the morning, he smirked.

He carefully and somewhat reluctantly put the letter back in its place and waited, waited for the right moment to descend upon him.

And when it does, his patience will be handsomely rewarded.


Meanwhile, Tobias had woken up groggy and desolate. The day before when his father was forcibly given medication, Tobias experienced the same sensation of weariness that often occurred when he, Charles, or Raphael were injected. However instead of being unconscious for a couple of hours, Tobias had somehow managed to sleep through until the next morning.

They must've used a bit more medicine this time.

Sighing to himself, Tobias lay back into his bed and settled with reading Bless Me, Ultima until a guard came to escort him to breakfast. He attempted to lose himself in his book in order to momentarily forget the conversation he had with Spencer's FBI friend.

But try as he might, the memory harshly slammed into him until his stomach clenched with a torturous form of agony, needlessly tormenting him. He knew how badly words can hurt but never like this—never before had he taken words to heart.

Maybe it was because before he met Spencer, Tobias didn't have the heart to feel anything other than worthlessness and self-disdain.

"Interesting book choice you have—I take that it's religious?"

Tobias wasn't surprised to see Raphael standing over him, glancing at his book with mild interest—he had sensed his glorified presence the moment he emerged.

Raphael glanced at the title of the book. "It's good to see that you're finally reading something worthy in the eyes of God. He'll be pleased to see that you've stopped reading demonic literature, even if it's temporary."

Tobias looked up at him. "Just because I read something that isn't the Bible doesn't mean that it's demonic."

Raphael narrowed his eyes in disapproval. "It's a pity that you're so ignorant of the Christian world. It'll be a pleasure when you pay for your sins in the most agonizing way God deems fit."

…Doesn't the Bible say that God is forgiving and loving, even to sinners?

However, Tobias bit back that retort and merely stared at the archangel, looking into lifeless, soulless eyes, eyes that should have never belonged to a messenger of God. Tobias blinked and for a moment saw Foyet sneering at him with those same eyes.

Eyes without life, eyes without compassion, eyes without the soul of a human being.

Eyes that held the blackened soul of a heartless spawn of Satan.

Raphael stared back and then shook his head. "I don't know where your father went wrong. He has tried to convert you to the path of right for many years yet you've willingly scorned him. He knows best when it comes to your spirituality so why must you defy him?"

Tobias looked at him incredulously and retorted, "He doesn't know best! He's made countless mistakes -no, sins- in his lifetime! Even now he's blind to the evil in front of him! Raphael…what my father's told you about George Foyet is wrong! He's nothing but a murderer who kills because he enjoys it, not because he feels that it's his duty to God!"

Raphael raised an eyebrow. "And how would you know that? You've turned your back on God."

"No I haven't! If I did, then I wouldn't be telling you about Foyet! He's a corrupt, immoral man! My father obviously can't see that himself but I'm hoping you can! Please, I've talked to Foyet myself and I know that he's wicked and unholy! You need to understand that my father's perception of Foyet is wrong!"

Raphael's expression clearly showed that he didn't believe him. "I'll see for myself the next time Foyet comes by; whether or not he's trustworthy, I'd like to assess him for myself. I'll determine if he's pure or if he's a sinner."

Before Tobias could reply, two guards walked in and one of them said, "Morning Tobias. Breakfast time."

Taking a quick glance at Raphael, Tobias got up and went over to them without a comment. To his dismay, the archangel soon got up and followed him out.

If the guards were uneasy about Raphael's company then they didn't show it and they chose to ignore him, probably not seeing him as a threat. The archangel in turn was wise enough to keep his comments to himself.

Once they reached the cafeteria, the guards left Tobias and Raphael alone. Trying his best to avoid the archangel, Tobias quickly went in line and grabbed his breakfast before taking a seat. However, Raphael didn't take the hint and merely followed along and sat with him.

Suppressing an exasperated sigh, Tobias slowly ate his toast and looked around the room for Ben; as much as he hated missing another meal with him, he'll have to take a rain check—he still needed to talk to Raphael about Foyet.

The archangel noticed his wandering eyes and inquired, "I presume you're waiting for that possessed sinner?"

Tobias narrowed his eyes at him. "Benjamin is not a possessed sinner and you know it—you just refuse to acknowledge it since you hate being wrong."

Raphael frowned at him. "I am never wrong."

"So you say." Tobias knew that if he wanted Raphael on his side then it obviously wasn't the best idea to speak so impudently to him. But he couldn't help himself if Raphael was going to be so stubborn.

Thankfully he was spared another criticism from the archangel when he noticed Benjamin cheerfully walking over to them. "Good morning, Tobias! How are you today?! Where were you yesterday?! Were you sick or were you having issues with those pig-headed jerks Charles and Raphael again?!"

It was almost comical to see Raphael appear offended. "Yeah, it was my father again and I'm afraid that we can't eat together this morning either—as you can see, Raphael has decided to join me."

When he indicated to the archangel, at first Ben didn't seem to notice him until his blue eyes lit up in understanding. "Oh okay. Should I give you guys some privacy?"

"Unfortunately yes, I'll catch up with you later though—I have a lot to tell you…regarding that advice you gave me yesterday."

Almost instantly Ben's eyes glimmered with enthusiasm. "Oh no way! Really?! Awesome! I need details later!"

"Sure thing. I'll see you later then!" Tobias matched Benjamin's grin, despite Raphael's disapproving expression as he watched the exchange.

"Alright! Later!" Then Ben turned around to leave only to nearly run into an agitated Earl.

The other inmate scowled at Benjamin and growled, "Outta my way, halfwit! The Slender man is walking!"

Immediately Ben's buoyancy darkened to a glare. "The Slender man doesn't exist, Earl! You're just a lunatic!"

Earl set his jaw and retorted, "I'd use my powers to kill you here and now to prove it to ya, cretin, but I got more important things to do!" Then with that he shoved Benjamin out of the way and stalked closer to Tobias's table. Ben scowled at him but remained in his spot as he watched Earl fixate Tobias and Raphael.

Suddenly Tobias grew nervous as Earl's crazed eyes pierced his soul and he drew closer. Raphael, on the other hand, seemed perfectly at ease as he glanced up at the newcomer.

Earl stepped in close and leaned against the table. "Hankel! Still think I'm crazy, boy? Do ya?"

Alarmed by the lethal look in his gaze, Tobias was conflicted whether or not keeping silent was the best thing to do when Raphael spoke up: "If crazy defines you as being a deranged simpleton who's been possessed by the Devil, then yes you are crazy."

Tobias bit back a groan as Earl began to fume. Don't instigate him…

However, something passed over Earl and his furious glare morphed into a twisted sneer, sending Tobias on high alert. Earl was unhinged as it was but Tobias had yet to truly see him angry…

"Funny you should mention the Devil since I'm gonna send you to Hell!" Suddenly Earl snatched something out of his pocket and lunged at him! Tobias instinctively sprung out of his seat as Earl plunged something into his chair!

It was a switchblade!

Tobias widened his eyes in terror as Earl yanked out the knife and came at him again! Yelling in fear Tobias avoided the knife and moved to the other side of the table, putting some distance in-between them. However Earl followed him and swiped at him, just barely missing him!

Subconsciously Tobias heard Ben's startled cry as he called his name but focused on that weapon of death that chased after him swipe by swipe. Earl was relentless and he swung blindly at him, always too close for comfort. Tobias dodged numerous, aimless swipes, praying desperately for someone to intervene.

He's trying to kill me, he's trying to kill me, he's trying to kill me!

Fear and adrenaline were the only things that kept Tobias on his toes and kept him moving. Earl snarled and used his anger to fuel the intensity of his strikes. By now all the inmates were aware of the incident and were all backed away, avoiding the fight yet able to witness everything as they shouted their encouraging remarks.

Help! Someone!

However the guards were unable to step in and were inadvertently held back by the zealous inmates. From the corner of his eye Tobias noticed Ben standing nearby, frozen with horror and highly apprehensive over what to do. Ben, RUN! Get away from here before he attacks you!

And somewhere in-between the flurry of metallic strikes, Tobias briefly realized that Raphael had disappeared, gone without a trace. He was left alone to run from the blade that was intent on horribly maiming him.

At one point, Tobias managed to grab his food tray and hit Earl mid-strike. The harsh sound of metal slicing metal screeched throughout the room, dominant over the uproar of the riled inmates who cheered on the fight.

Tobias held up the tray in front of him like a shield as his heart raced faster than a shrew's. Noises filled the area but he could only see the murderous glint of Earl's raving eyes and the knife in his hand.

He's trying to kill me, he's trying to kill me, HE'S TRYING TO KILL ME!

An extremely infuriated Earl lunged for him again and when Tobias attempted to block the blow, Earl unexpectedly struck him across the face with his fist! Tobias accidentally dropped the tray and staggered against the table, momentarily caught off guard but it was long enough for Earl—the inmate took that chance to slice the knife across his stomach!

Tobias cried out and fell to the floor, clutching his bleeding wound. A burning sensation seared within him and set his insides aflame with an intense, blazing pain as bright spots appeared before him. It was as if fire melted into his stomach where the gleaming metal tore into his flesh, leaving an agonizing burn.

Tobias felt blood gushing from his wound and his hands automatically pressed tighter to suppress the torrents. His vision was blurry but he vaguely saw Earl looming over him, his eyes dancing with malicious delight, ready to go for the kill until his form was suddenly ripped away.

Though dazed, Tobias still managed to see Ben fighting Earl and repeatedly punching him, the switchblade carelessly knocked away. His head ached from blood loss but he refused to let it get to him as he watched in utter horror as Ben brawled with Earl.

"Ben…" he rasped, taking in a shuttering breath, "No…"

Blood. So much blood pooled around him. And the pain…

Was this what Raphael's victims felt?

His hazy vision started to blacken but he was able to see the guards finally get through the crowd and yank Ben away from Earl. The 'Slender man' cussed up a storm and viciously struggled as several officers dragged him away. A few rushed over to Tobias and assessed his condition; as one checked his pulse, two others used their jackets to press down on his wound, suppressing the blood flow. Another immediately grabbed the switchblade and went off to dispose of it.

The guards attempted to lead a distraught Ben away but he frantically managed to escape their grasp, scramble over to Tobias, and lean over him, desperately calling his name.

Fragmented words formed into one thought before Tobias went unconscious.

I don't want to die…I'm not ready for Hell.


Who around here wants to destroy Earl and Foyet? (Raises hand)

So yeah that sucked. Poor Tobias, poor Ben :(

Thanks to all those sticking around to read this! I'm thrilled by the new followers and story favorite people! You guys makes me feel special! :D