Glass/Split/Unbreakable

Casey Cooke/ Kevin; Casey Cooke/the Beast; Casey Cooke/ Dennis

I forgot to mention in the previous chapter:

Italics are memories or thoughts, "Intensified words"

Storyline

"Chatter"

She tossed and turned but sleep evaded her. She chose the attic bedroom for privacy from the rest of the foster kids, and thankfully it came with a small window and a small balcony she could enjoy. The moon shone through the glass panes, light creeping into her tiny room. Sighing in defeat, she got up and carefully walked down the stairs. Grabbing a glass from the kitchen, she filled it from the sink faucet, watching the bubbles rise.

A flash of movement in the backyard caught her attention.

Turning off the faucet, she set the glass down and wandered towards the back door. Flipping on the light, she scanned the yard. Whatever it was, it was gone. Somewhat relieved, she turned the light off and double checked the locks. Making sure the house was secure, she grabbed her glass and headed upstairs to her nest.

As she entered her room, she was sipping the last of the water when she noticed something off. The packet she received was open on the bed, definitely not where she last put that. That was in my… her mind froze as she heard a slight growling and looked to her right. There, standing inside her room, was Kevin. He was panting hard, and shirtless. The last time she saw him like this was—

"You…Girl." His voice purred.

The Beast.

"Do not run little one. You are pure; you are sacred among the unburnt." She couldn't move, even as his enormous body came towards her. "You are worthy." He stopped inches from her, and he took in her small form.

"Why…why are you here?" Her small whimper didn't deter this alter. It seemed to egg him on, drew him closer.

"You are different from the rest. I told you this." He seemed on edge and calm at the same time, making her nervous at his unpredictability, the way his body stalked hers.

"You won't hurt me." She gathered whatever bravery she had. "If you try—"

"Never would I think to hurt someone as evolved as you. You are perfected through your trauma. I rejoiced once I found you." He bent his head and inhaled long, his face buried into her hair. "I followed you here. With these abandoned children." His dilated eyes stared deep into hers. The Beast then uttered a sentence she thought she'd never hear again.

"You are ours, little one. You will be with us, in this new future we will build together." He backed away, his eyes never leaving hers. "I will come for you when it is time." He turned and leapt out the window, leaving her frozen in place.

The first day of the trial went by, indictments and plea bargains were tossed around the room. She sat in with the crowd as he was brought out and sat down. He glared at her, but she felt safe with him in chains. Once it was over, she wasted no time laving the courtroom. She couldn't deal going to classes so she made her way to a park on the edge of town.

The bus ride over seemed normal, until she noticed an older man, wearing a red hat staring at her...Wearing an ear bud, he turned the bud towards his mouth and looked out the window. Letting go of her breath, she stared out the window herself, her mind drifting to whatever first came to her. Unfortunately, it was the voice of the Beast.

I will come for you.

She shivered at the intensity of his growl, of his promise. Once her stop arrived, she pulled the line above her head and stood once the bus stopped. Walking towards the lake, she sat down on a grassy hill and peered out over the small lake. She gazed at the water fowl swimming along, when she heard someone walk up to her.

"Ms. Cooke?" she glanced up at a man in a suit.

"Yes?"

"Hey there, my name is Lieutenant Graham, I'm with Philadelphia Homicide. May I sit?"

Seeing his flip badge, she nodded and Graham plopped down next to her.

"Beautiful day, isn't it?"

"Sure." She answered short. She didn't want to talk to anyone, let alone a cop.

"I can see I annoyed your aloneness, so I'll be brief. There were reports last night of Kevin Crumb in your foster home area. Any chance he stopped by?"

I followed you here…

You are ours.

"N—no…" she stuttered, his eyebrow raised slightly. "I mean, no he hasn't. I haven't seen him since I saw him face first in Claire's stomach."

"I can't imagine seeing that…I thought I'd just check—" His prying eyes seemed to try to unwind her lie.

"If he came near me again, I would've called the police. Right? Didn't call, cause he hasn't been around." She was getting upset. "And since I'm under 17, I have to have a legal guardian around when you question me. So you can fuck right off thanks." She grabbed her bag and stomped off.

Later that night, she hugged a pillow as she gently cried. Watching the rain hit the window, she tightened her grip on the pillow. As she sniffled, she almost wished she had someone to hold her in times like this. None of the other children understood, how could they?

The balcony window swung open slowly, her nerves instantly shaking. Glancing towards the open window, she knew who it was as the doors were closed.

"Holy hell, you'd think we're on the coast with this downpour." A flamboyant male voice came through, her tension lessened. As he closed the panes, he turned to her and sighed with a smile. "There you are baby girl. How've ya been huh?" He clued in when her eyes showed confusion. "Honey? It's me, Barry. We met briefly, remember?"

She sniffled as she nodded. "Yes…"

"Everything is gonna be okay. Shh, God look at you." He sat down next to her and reached out and she accepted his embrace. "You're shaking more than the trees outside. What's going on huh?" When she couldn't answer outside of cries, he didn't press. "You're alright baby girl. I'm just gonna hold you, that alright?" As he gently rocked her, he leaned his head on hers, while he gently pet her. "I've got the light baby girl. Oh my,"

She didn't know how, but she could sense his surprised exclaim meant another alter. As she glanced up, she saw confusion. "C—Casey? What—" He looked around and then realized where his arms were and quickly retrieved them. "Oh God I'm so, so sorry." He stood quickly, and backed away from her. She instantly found she missed his embrace. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"Kevin?"

"Yeah, yeah it's me. God, how did I get here…did you bring me here?"

"No I was just…" She paused. "You um…climbed in the window." He looked at the tiny one they were just by and pointed. When she shook her head, he glanced behind her and pointed. When she nodded, he sighed.

"Oh thank God. I don't even Hedwig could pull that one off." They both giggled lightly, when tension settled back in. "Have we…Have they been visiting you?

"Yeah, a couple times." She wiped her tears with her sleeve. "Do they tell you what they're thinking? Or what they do?"

"No. Most of the time it's like a dream and I can't always tell if it's real or not. Sometimes it's like a reality show, like the super dramatic ones? Most of the time… but with the Beast…it's memories are like a nightmare. I can still hear them screaming, the taste of their blood." His distress was rising, and she needed to calm him down. He glanced at her. "Please help me. I need to—" His face was grimaced, then his body settled, and he gently pulled the covers over his shoulders.

"Such a drafty room you've got. Why anyone would choose this is beyond me." Patricia, Casey grimaced. "May I sit little bird?"

"Why do you keep bringing him here? It's torture."

"For him, or for you little dove?" His eyes bored into hers. "It's not by choice, it seems both Kevin and the Beast have taken a very special interest in you. You are the first pure soul we've met. You and Kevin are very much alike." Patricia's reassurances were anything but comforting. "Both traumatized, both in need of a Protector."

"I don't need saving."

"Not even from the officer?" Casey glared. "As I said, the Beast has taken an interest in you. And who are we to determine what is good, and what is wrong? We trust in him. His word is absolute." Patricia shook some discomfort away in a shiver. "Pardon, Hedwig is demanding to come forward. Little thing doesn't know any patien—" The all too familiar flush in Kevin's face rushed forward. Kevin roared slightly as he struggled against himself.

"Kevin Wendell Cr—" Before she could say his full name, his hand snapped against her mouth.

"Shh shhh shh shh. It'sth my turn." As he giggled an innocent child's laugh, her nerves started to wear on her. "So, I missthed you. I have new dance moveths. Etcetera." She sniffed and nodded.

"Could you show me sometime Hedwig?"

"Wanna see them now?" His excitement was adorable, but she needed to contain him.

"Maybe later, okay? Hey Hedwig…"

"Sup?"

"It's really late, and I'm not supposed to have visitors."

"Aww come on." He almost yelled. When she shh'ed him, he covered his own mouth.

"We just have to be quiet okay?"

"Okay, I can do that. Can I sweep over? The bed Ms. Patricia makes me sleep in is stupid."

"Its getting late, isn't it your bed time?"

"Like… bed bed time or like, chair bed time? Cause I don't wanna give up the light."

"No I mean bed bed." He seemed resigned to the idea.

"I am tired. I danced a lot today."

"Well then let's get you tucked in."

She watched as a full grown man settled into her bed. "Good night Hedwig." She chimed, hoping this would work. She was racked from the encounter, but knew she needed to stay strong.

He groaned in content. "Good night Ca-thee." His lisp was prominent as he settled down and eventually his breathing evened out. She gently grabbed a smaller blanket and pillow and made a bed of her own on the floor next to the bed, in between the door, sleep claiming her quickly.

Sometime in the night, a gentle breath on her neck woke her as a warm body curled around her. She vaguely remembered a deep voice speaking to her. "Nothing so pure should ever touch the ground." Strong arms bore her weight as she nuzzled into a muscled chest. Her whimper caused a purr from the massive body that she found relaxing. As she felt herself being settled into a soft bed, she felt stubbled cheek rub on her hair and neck.

"You are mine." A deep growl followed by a nip on her skin made her shift slightly and moan. When the large body encased her again, she settled down once more and resumed her sleep.

"Good, little one."

When she awoke to her alarm, she turned it off, and rubbed her eyes. Still riddled with sleep, she lazily glanced around. When her eyes made contact with the small nest of blanket on the floor, it all came back.

The voice, the bite… She felt her neck and found a small welt on her skin.

You are mine.