Part 3 and stuff, yay~!
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There wasn't very much that could scare Colonel Sebastian Moran. Before the army, he had had fears just like everyone else;bees, heights, even spiders. The army made him rougher, harder, strong willed, better. It had been years since he last felt fear.
There was nothing that could scare ex-Colonel Sebastian Moran.
Nothing but that voice.
His mind in a hazy fog, he rose from bed. A sharp burst of pain ran up from the base of his spine and through his shoulder, finally turning into a dull ache.
"Good morning, Colonel," Greeted a lazy voice, Irish tones more evident in the husk. A spur of fear hit his stomach, almost paralyzing him.
"It's rude to ignore your host, Sebastian," Threatened the same sickly sweet voice.
The ex-Colonel's eyes flickered around, trying to make out shapes in the darkness of the room. His head was pounding, a punishment for drinking so much. Yes, the drinking! Now he remembered. The pub, the drinks, the bartender, Irish whiskey, that man-
"Jim." Just speaking made the ex-Colonel's head pound.
"So you can speak," the voice purred,"I was afraid you had worn out that throat of yours."
Another shock of fear. This time, though, mixed with excitement.
"Where am I?"
"I'm hurt, Sebastian. You don't remember?"
Soft footsteps padded across the carpet, stopping by the side of the bed. Spider-like fingers brushed along his back and the drunken haze lifted.
"Oh, God..."
"That'a boy."
Sebastian wanted to run, the urge to be sick overwhemling his every sense.
What have I done?
He buried his face in his caloused hands, a soft groan leaving his lips.
"What have I done?"
The hand brushed along the twitching muscles of Sebastian's shoulder, a slight smirk evident in the man's words.
"Now, now, Sebby-"
"Don't call me that."
The words came out as a snarl, something Sebastian knew he would regret. Short nails dug into his tanned skin, almost hard enough to draw blood.
"Don't interrupt Daddy when he's speaking, dear. Now, as I was saying, don't upset yourself over trivial matters."
In the slight light coming from the window, Sebastian could make out the man's face. Jim, from the pub, was standing there, a shark-like grin plastered on his lips.
"I do believe we have some business to discuss. And don't worry your pretty little head, Sebby, I didn't touch you."
Jim turned on his heel and marched towards the door, flicking the light switch just as he reached it.
"Not yet, anyway."
Next chapter will be up, hopefully, in a few days. I've been on a roll with this stuff lately. I've got the next three or four chapters planned out, along with a few short stories.