Title: something stolen
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun.
Warnings: AU; pedophilia
Pairings: mentions of non-con, non-incestuous het
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 200
Point of view: third
Notes: AU of this "chains that bind," chp 43 of this anthology
Rosalind died in the summer. Mama and Daddy were at a party for church, Victor out with friends, and Gordon watching the baby, twelve-year-old Rosalind.
It was a beautiful night, clear and warm. Gordon never forgave himself for not realizing sooner that someone was in the house. By the time he got to her room, Rosalind was dead, eyes staring at the ceiling. But the bastard was still taking his pleasure.
Gordon grabbed his father's gun and shot the bastard three times; but he just jumped out the window and vanished, Gordon firing uselessly after him.
It was only when he called for help that Gordon noticed the tears pouring down his face.
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The police had no leads. So Gordon took it upon himself to find Rosalind's killer. At all of eighteen, Gordon knew it to be the only way he'd find absolution.
And Victor went with him. "Someone's gotta look out for you," his older brother told him. "We can't lose you, too."
Gordon corrected him with, " Rosa wasn't lost, Vic. Someone stole her." He met Vic's eyes, trying to convey just what he meant. "We can't get her back. But we can make him pay."
Victor nodded, understanding—and agreeing.