a HUGE thank youuu to Advitiya, our wonderful beta! 3
Sorry, I noticed that in last chapter I used '"..." ' for direct speeches and ' " .." for thoughts.
This is because in Italy Loki decided to write it like that but I'm too accustomed to my old same style , " .." for direct speeches and ' for '"..." ' thoughts.
I'm too lazy to correct chapter IX I , lol, just don't mind at it, okay? ^^'
Chapter IX (II) : Under pressure
" Okay, Just one thing to mind, Peter, " the Time Lord is about to call him back
" Yes? " both Peters exclaim, looking at the Doctor.
" Not you, Peter-here-for-longer, you, Peter-new-comer. " the Doctor clarifies. " We undress in our bedrooms, not here! " he stops him in time.
Peter Carlisle nods and stops unbuttoning.
"That's better, because we already have an exhibitionist Peter! " the Time Lord rolls his eyes. " But that's wrong, we have to differentiate between you two somehow ... certainly not with surnames, it's so banal. Let me think ... yes! you, Peter the illusionist will be Drinky and you, Peter detective, will be Singy! " he decides, as enlightened.
" It definitely suits me." Peter Vincent grins.
"I don't have to ask questions." Peter Carlisle approves in his own way, making Kevin gain a new glare from the Doctor.
The Doctor takes a moment to show the rooms leading his guests through the corridors to the first bedroom, Peter Vincent's. Right next to it is Kevin's, and then there's Peter Carlisle's. After leaving the next three rooms unused there's Barty's room and last, but surely not the least, the Doctor's suite.
"The closest is Drinky's room, but they are all the same on the inside. " He opens the door, letting his various guests gape as they admire the interior. Like most of the rooms in the TARDIS it is bigger on the inside. There is a metal four-poster bed with black blankets for Peter, next to it is a bedside table of light wood and in front there is a large wardrobe with three doors. Next to the entrance door there's a bathroom. It is not very big, but it is definitely fully equipped. In front of the bed there's a shelf with a television, its remote control and a bowl of fruit.
" I only chose a few necessary clothes, but I recommend the TARDIS Wardrobe to choose clothes for every day," he explains to him. " Tomorrow I'll show you."
Peter is enchanted enough to just nod, but he hears what the Doctor says as he opens the nearby room, showing it to the concerned person.
" This is for you, Kevin. "
He smiles secretly, glad to know where his charmer is. What he doesn't know is that despite the rooms being identical, Killgrave's has purple blankets.
The Doctor leaves both men in their rooms before also showing Peter Carlisle's, which has blue blankets.
He pauses for a moment to consider, not closing the door yet.
" Ah, Singy, " he calls the detective " For tonight you are exonerated from having to sleep naked. " He informs him.
He doesn't want to have the newcomer on his conscience.
Finally, once he is sure that all three of them will be quiet for the night he sets off with Barty trotting along with him. They cross a door and then another with Barty increasingly perplexed.
"Uh, my Lord? Where are we going? " He asks at some point after the second door passed.
The Doctor puts his arm around Barty's shoulders, smiling at him.
" To our rooms. Here they are ." He says, pointing to two further doors, letting him go. " I have to give you some bad news, though."
- Will we be in the room together- Barty silently hopes, as much as he feels that sleeping together already would be incredibly embarrassing, he also knows it would be wonderful. He looks around, but changes his mind as soon as the Doctor starts talking again.
" Remember that you can always decide to change rooms. As you may have noticed, the other rooms have their own bathroom, but I fear our rooms will have a shared bathroom, even if it is the largest one."
-Oh, so no shared room?- Barty wonders, blinking, slightly sorry.
" What would be the difference, my Lord? " he asks, not quite sure.
" The difference, Barty, is that there would be two doors leading into the same room. So I would understand if you wanted a different room ..."
- Although I hope you won't -The Doctor thinks, glancing sideways at the Dark Wizard who is slightly blushing.
" Oh, no. It suits me perfectly as a room! " The wizard hurries to comment, smiling with delight.
- So… only two doors separate me from my Second Dark Lord… I wonder which is the position he falls asleep at night, he must be so beautiful while he sleeps.- he thinks, trying to remain impassive and immediately turning to look at his room, missing the Time Lord's satisfied smile.
When Barty opens the bedroom door, he realizes that the Doctor, although he has left the room almost identical to the others, has placed a bouquet of flowers on the shelf instead of fruit, and the blankets are green and silver. Barty smiles, delighted by his Second Dark Lord's care towards himself.
He admires the colorful flowers. They are beautiful and he wants to make sure they stay that way.
He takes out the wand he got back with patience and devotion, and places it on those flowers, with a delicacy that usually does not belong to him.
He still has reminiscences of Herbology, even though it was never his favorite subject.
"Aeternum Viridarium." he whispers, pleased when he sees the flowers emit a fleeting glow, and then emanate an even more intense perfume with brighter, more vivid colors.
A few rooms away Peter hasn't forgotten his promise to Kevin about taking a picture to send him before going to sleep.
- Wait a minute, promise my ass, that brain-fucker forced me to... not that I would have resisted a lot anyway, on the contrary ... why is he only interested in fucking my brain? There are other interesting parts of me .. and there are so many interesting parts of his. How can I win him over, how?-
It's not, however, the proper time to make plans as he has an order to fulfill and he certainly does not want to disappoint Killgrave. On the contrary he is making a commitment to create the perfect atmosphere for a photo that would take his breath away. The Doctor said they have to sleep naked, so that's one less problem. He spotted the fruit basket on the shelf as soon as he entered. Once he's back from the bathroom he takes a bunch of incredibly fresh grapes from the bowl, undresses and opens the closet so he can drop his clothes in a pile inside there, when he stops, because there is a big black object on the bottom.
"Wait… the shape is not the one of a dildo. It's a.. " He reaches out, taking what is in effect a big black shotgun complete with reloads. An envelope addressed to Drinky is placed nearby.
He takes it out surprised, it is signed by the Doctor. He is slightly surprised that he thought of him. After all, he is not Barty.
I know guns make you feel better.
Don't delude yourself, however, this one shoots only sedatives.
Doctor
He smiles amused, briefly stroking the weapon almost as if it really had a phallic shape.
" Holy shit, Doctor, you couldn't have given me a fucking better gift ... even if a dildo would be appreciated ... maybe one with the shape of Kevin's cock... " He licks his lips, while he lies down in bed only him, the grapes and the mobile phone.
A wall away, Killgrave is also getting ready to go to sleep, he likes his room. The first thing he does is open the wardrobe, the Doctor said he only put what he needed so it is probably empty, but he is still intrigued to know the size of the cabinet. It is large, although not too much, with a clothes rack where the necessary hangers are already hung and there are also drawers at the bottom. Kevin smiles, pulling down a hanger to hang his dress, realizing only at that moment that folded at the bottom of the wardrobe there's a purple dress complete with a black shirt. He smiles for that extra care, apparently the Doctor has given thought to what they really need, more or less.
He finishes undressing and hanging up his dress before heading to the bathroom.
He has just finished brushing his teeth when he hears the notification sound coming from the bathroom and picks up his cell phone.
It's a message from "My Sexy Slave".
-Oh, Peter-" He smiles delighted, opening the message, already looking forward to the photo, as he lies down in bed.
The image is wonderful, Peter is lying in bed, with a soft light covering him, even though he would have preferred more illumination. The black of the blankets that play lightly with the illusionist's legs. How he managed to show himself totally, but only hinting to the hottest parts of his body is a mystery. There's the oh-so-sinful bunch of grapes that falls sharply towards his lips, he's supported by the free hand. His pink lips are sheen with a hint of saliva, the teeth that peek out trying to bite the grape. His big eyes look at the camera almost pleading and lustful.
- Fuck Peter and his bloody mouth! - Kevin ponders, already starting to imagine the illusionist here with him in the same position, so damn greedy, but for something more satisfying than grapes.
He feels his hand that is not holding the cell phone going slowly lower, slipping between his legs.
-Oh, god, yes! Peter!-
A wall away from Killgrave and his sexting issues, there's a man who wanders around the room like a soul in pain. Peter Carlisle doesn't want to sleep, doesn't want to lie down or take a little nap. He wants to leave and he doesn't even care if it's night or if it would be better to stay in a warm bed until it's sunrise. He devotes himself to the luxury of the bathroom for a moment and then sits down on the bed to think, maybe he can't ask questions, but that hasn't stopped his mind from calculating. His namesake was not very reassuring to describe the others nor did he seem very sane indeed. He feels like he's surrounded by madmen and maniacs.
- Peter Vincent is definitely a sex maniac, I mean… the way he keeps that shirt unbuttoned, he might as well not put it on! And then he must be hallucinating, to tell me he fought vampires, as if they could really exist!-
But that's not what worries him about Vincent the most. Despite appearing to be a self-centered narcissist, he seems eerily harmless.
- It is also true that I would never put a weapon in his hand, not even a cutter to be honest.-
As he resumes pacing back and forth in his room, he analyses the second peculiar character he met.
-There is Barty, if that is his name, who seems to have just escaped from a mental hospital and is much more dangerous. He is not to be approached, indeed, to be kept as far away from myself as possible, he could be a potential serial killer in his aggressive madness and his moods appear to be bipolar.. He believes he can cause physical pain to people, without even touching them, with that strange piece of wood he shakes! -
Between thoughts and whirling walks he is getting tired a lot and decides to sit on the comfortable bed to analyze the third guy, the one who ordered him about!
-And here we come to Kevin or Kill-I-don't-remember-what, he scares me so much more, I don't know exactly what he did, but… I don't sing anymore, I don't feel the need to ask questions… I am a detective! I still haven't figured out what kind of obscure system he used, hypnosis maybe ... but he surely is as sick as the others. He is probably possessive, a control freak, obsessive compulsive. My instinct also tells me he's a sociopath. Another one to keep away from, I'm not a doctor who can cure those pathologies. In his presence I would also avoid any kind of blunt weapon. If it depended on me, I would lock him in a security room and throw away the key. -
To get to the last of his captors he has to stretch out to better collect his thoughts.
-My namesake told me, he's the most dangerous… and it's not like the other three are not dangerous. That Doctor, I don't know, maybe he is a doctor, he could cure the pathologies of those three ... if only he wasn't crazier than them! Whatever he calls himself, he represents an authority among these patients and is the most worrying with his delirium of omnipotence, dissociative personality disorders, he seems capable of doing anything and the fact that other patients go along with him only makes the situation worse. - he mulls, remembering the meeting at the Arcade, how all the others mainly left the speeches to him, as the chief he seemed to be.
-I wouldn't be surprised if I found him hyperactive and talkative, always eager to be the center of attention. It is definitely the one from which I have to keep the greatest distance. I don't know what he could do, but if others fear him and flatter him so much he must be the deadliest. I have to escape from here if I don't want to end up in a psychiatric hospital with them!-
He gets up from the bed, considering what might be the safest escape route. It scares him the fact that the cabin he entered appears to be larger inside.
-It cannot be, it is against all logic, it must necessarily be an illusion. Wait a minute, my namesake ... he said that he is an illusionist, maybe it is his work. -
What he remembers very well is that there is a key, though, and unless they tricked him, he can escape using the key with the door.
-Of course I will miss that cake room though. I could say goodbye to that place properly, but it's too risky… and then in a few hours my trusted bakery will be open and I'll be able to feed myself without fear of being killed by those crazy clones. It's so absurd to have clones! -
When he opens his eyes he realizes he is in bed, in an unfamiliar room.
-So it's true, I was kidnapped.- He thinks, sleepily, turning to look at his watch.
It's five o' clock in the morning.
-What the heck… I must have fallen asleep. I must escape, not sleep!-
He gets up, still dressed and with soft steps he leaves that bedroom that despite being comfortable feels like a prison.
That insidious eccentric phone box is a veritable labyrinth, but as a good detective Peter has a great sense of direction and remembers how to go back the path that the Doctor indicated.
He arrives at the entrance without anyone arriving, getting at the column where the most precious treasure to him at the moment is hanging, the key that opens the otherwise impregnable lock.
He lifts it from the hook it hangs on hoping there is no burglar alarm. He is relieved to find that it is just a simple key hanging from a lace to be worn around the neck with no nasty surprises.
He walks to the door with determination, afraid of hearing or making noises as he slides the key into the lock.
He feels only that coveted click that allows him to savor his freedom.
He hopes he has a few hours before he is discovered.
- Maybe I should leave the city, while I have time, but… there is my favorite pastry shop which opens in half an hour. My last breakfast, before living a brand new life as a fugitive!-
Priorities are not to be discussed.
TBC
Notes:In the next chapter, you will see the fantastic four dealing with the fugitive! And much, much more;)
Do you like the nicknames the Doctor found for the two Peters? This makes things much easier for us XD
Important: all the hints to mental diseases are just for fun, no offence intended. This is a crazy, crack story and nothing must be taken seriously, okay? Okay. Thanks 3
Important: chapter X (which we'll split in two because he's very long like it was IX if not more) will be the very last one we have ready because Loki has some issues, I wrote my new parts, basically all chapter XI , half chapter XII and the beginning of XIII) but I need her help as well, c'mon , help me getting her back, persuade her to write 3
We hope, as always, to have enjoyed ^^ let us know, see you next time, kisses