Chapter 9

It had been four days since Johns father went on his trip, leaving him with Sebastian; the very man who tried killing him five days ago, then kissed him the next day. John got up to get ready for school, still fearing Sebastian would try to do physical harm to him. He stepped into the kitchen to get his breakfast but didn't see Sebastian. Once again he was out. John let out a sigh, he would have to catch the bus again. When he left the house, he locked up and started towards the bus stop. He got there in time to catch it to school; he got dropped off and walked to school. His phone went off.

'Have a good day' JM

John was confused, his father never sent these kind of texts to him. He thought back to the other night, it was like his father actually cared for him. Sherlock hadn't returned to school yet from his injury, he had chosen to take the rest of the week off. Johns friend, Mike, came up to him.

"John, you look better than four days ago!"

"Yeah, my dad has been out of town." John said with sadness in his voice.

"You miss him?" Mike asked.

"Yeah, I know I have hated the man since the first time he assaulted me… But all of sudden he's being sort of nice." John stated.

"As in he was gentle?" Mike asked.

"Yeah." John said.

"Okay, then. I will see you at lunch."

They both headed off to class. John got another text and stopped in surprised. He was knocked into by another student, which brought him back from wherever he went to. He got to class, once again English. They were reading out essays they had written about the book of the month; John was unaware of the event coming up. Four days ago, he discovered his father did care for him but never showed it. It was Johns turn to read out loud. Once class was over it was time for science and it still scared him to step into the room but he had no choice. He walked in and took his seat, unaware that he was once more in the sight of a sniper.

Sebastian smoked his cigarette and once again studied his rifle to double check that it was ready to shoot the brat. This time he would not fail. He tossed his cigarette on the ground and snuffed it out with his boot before he started to crouch down to aim at the boy settling into his desk.

"I knew it."

Sebastian whirled on his heel to face the voice behind him. To his surprise, Jim was standing by the door with a stoic expression. The copper haired man growled.

"How did you figure it was me?" He asked, staring at Jim defiantly.

"My business trip was a fake. I spent the last few nights calling in a few favors- security tapes to be exact. I saw you trailing John. Child's play, really. You think you're so smart."

Sebastian clicked his tongue. So close. He almost got rid of the pest.

"Why the hell are you doing this?" Jim growled, stalking up to Sebastian with a predator's lope. He grabbed the man by the lapel and yanked him up best he could, for he was shorter than the other. "Leave John alone, he has nothing to do with you."

"The hell he doesn't, Jim." Sebastian bit out, shaking off the others grip so he could loom over the man. "I don't like that brat anywhere near you, let alone touching you and sleeping with you."

"What the bloody hell do you care? What does it matter to you who I decide to sleep with? He's my toy, I'll sleep with him whenever the fuck I want, I'll torture him whenever the fuck I want, I'll do whatever the fuck I want." Jim finished with a near guttural growl as he lunged at Sebastian, headbutting the sniper to the ground.

"Why do I fucking care?" Sebastian cried out, decking Jim and knocking him off him so he could spring to his feet. "Because you're mine, that's why. You belong to me whether you like it or not."

Jim snarled and tackled the other man. "I belong to no one. I am not yours, I am not Johns and I am not fathers. I own people, not the other way around." He ground his knee into Sebastian's back. The sniper bit into his lip to keep from crying out, blood welling up from it. Jim grabbed the copper locks of his opponent and forced his head back painfully so he could whisper in his ear, "I will never be yours."

Jim stood up and began to stalk away from Sebastian, thinking it was over. Without warning, Jim felt something smash into him and he found himself hanging precariously over the edge of the roof.

"If I can't have you, no one will." Sebastian whispered before throwing them both off the roof.

The screams of pedestrians and the maniacal laughing of Sebastian was the last thing Jim heard before his world went black.

A few seconds later, Sebastian gasped out. Jim had managed to cushion his fall just enough to not have died immediately. He felt his body was broken and bleeding. He would bleed out shortly. He, however, did not want to wait. He wanted to be with Jim now.

With the remaining strength he had, he pulled his revolver out of his pocket, removed the safety and pressed it to his head. "I couldn't help but love you, Jim." He whispered through the blood filling his mouth. With that, he pulled the trigger, ending his life.