Kiya: Wow! It's been a long time since I updated this story! I'm sorry my patient fans, who have been waiting for this story to be updated, my mind had wandered off with other ideas for stories and have almost forgotten this one. But I have returned and hoping to do double work on this story and another I'm caught in right now. So without further interruptions, here is the next chapter!
Chapter 6: No Way Out
Silently cursing himself, he approached the bed slowly and reached out to grab the sword. Just as he grabbed the sword from the bed, a hand emerged from the bed and grabbed him by the wrist. Wincing in pain from not only his wrist but his scar, the lump figure rose from the bed and there sat the Hessian, grinning at Ichabod, as he paled.
"I was expecting you, Constable Crane," the harsh whispered from the Hessian spoke as he continued to grin at the unfortunate constable.
Ichabod stared in horror at the dead man that had a hold of his wrist. He tried to pull back but the grip was as strong as a steel trap and as he pulled, the Hessian only rose up to his feet and off the bed. The Hessian now stood in front of the small Constable, looking down at him with a grin that promised so many things for the "little man." What seemed like hours (A/N: though for you readers, long, long months ^^;;) Ichabod finally found his voice.
"E-expecting me?" Ichabod questioned as he tried to find some way to break the Hessian's hold on him and somehow get the damn sword and out of this hellish place. Though Ichabod may have not seen it, but the Hessian's grin was getting wider at the way the Constable was nervous around him.
"Yes small one," the harsh whisper spoke again "Did you believe that you would leave?"
"Well if you think I will be staying here then I beg to differ," the younger of the two spoke quickly, panic rising and threaten to make him faint right there on the spot with his wrist still trapped by the Hessian. A sharp crisp laugh filled the room and the constable looked up to see that the laugh came from the Hessian. The laugh was eery and made the young constable shiver from the sound. For all the years of being headless, speaking was something not easy to do when you had your head back. When the witch had control over him there were no "casual conversations" between the two. It was come, kill which one he was summoned to kill, and then leave. But of all the people he had encountered when off on his missions of head-hunting, this young man, that now stood in front of him, had survived his attack twice.
Slowly the eery laughter had died to a dark chuckle when the constable tried to punch him in the face with his free hand, only for it to be caught by the Hessian's other hand. In one quick move the Hessian had knocked Ichabod over his shoulder and pinned him down on the bed with his left arm across his chest, also pinning his arms to the side, while his right hand had the infamous sword across the constable's neck.
"I would not try that again although it was a good try," the Hessian whispered down at his ear as the sword tipped lightly down at Ichabod's neck. The constable could literally feel the heat of hell radiate from the steel that should be cold as ice. Ichabod tried to escape from the bed defiantly but was stopped by the pressure the Hessian's arm on his chest and the blade on his neck, nipping his skin as some blood dripped down from the wound (1).
"Then what do you want from me?!" Ichabod tried to yell but his voice ended up being a whisper, "You already have your head, what more do you want?"
"It seems it is you that wants something from me," the Hessian redirected as he looked at the pendant that Ichabod had with him. A low growl came from him as he remembered where he'd seen that pendant from. "Or rather Marcus wants to finish off what he thought he ended."
"Marcus? You mean Dr. Lancaster Sr.?" Ichabod questioned looking up at the Hessian. As the Hessian looked down at the young constable's eyes, his grin widen as he moved the sword away from his neck but towards the collar of his shirt.
"If that's what he calls himself now," the Hessian replied as he was cutting the shirt, just enough to reveal his left shoulder, "Though sending you here was his biggest mistake." Ichabod, too lost in the Hessian's ice blue eyes, did not realize that the Hessian had succeeded in cutting off the shoulder part of his shirt, revealing his burnt scar. The Hessian moved his eyes away from Ichabod's to look at the scar and smirked slightly at how the scar stood out but noticed how slow it was taking. Ichabod, released from the gaze, tried to sit up and make another attempt to escape only for the Hessian to slam a palm at his scar, bring Ichabod back down on the bed and held him there.
Immense pain collided within Ichabod as he gasped from the palm on his scar. If the scar had pained him before then Ichabod truly did not know pain at all. Every nerve in his body was on fire and he was starting to see black spots across his vision as he tried to blink them away. 'Fade....come on you stupid fainting spell knock me out already!' Ichabod chanted in his head over and over again as the pain lingered. Again, the dark chuckle came to his ears as he tried to find the owner's voice above him with pained eyes.
"I will not let you fade to your fainting spell Ichabod," the Hessian said as he moved from behind the constable to straddle him by the hips, his palm never leaving from the scar, "You will be awake for this."
"F-for what?!" Ichabod yipped as he felt the Hessian pin him on his hips. The Hessian gave him a devilish grin.
"For you converting to my side," the Hessian responded as he pressed himself down more on the constable's hips. Only one thing ran through his mind now when he felt more of the Hessian than he wanted. 'Oh God! He's going to rape me!!' As if the pain of his scar was not there, he squirmed with whatever strength he had to throw the Hessian off him and get out of this hellish world, with or without the sword. Again, another eery laugh filled the room and once again it was from the Hessian. The demon looked down at the small constable as he tried to squirm from him and as if reading his mind had replied, "If that's what it takes to convert you to my side." Ichabod paled at the sound of that, stopped squirming, and shot him a glare that would make Satan proud.
"You will not have me!" Ichabod hissed at the Hessian, unaware that his eyes were almost lit with the hellish flames as he glared. The Hessian could only smirk as he witnessed the constable's defiance and red eyes.
"But I already do Ichabod," the Hessian chuckled, "From the time that you have been in my realm, my hold on you from the scar grew stronger. Right now, as you glare at me, I can already see the flames of hell dance within your eyes from your rage. Rage you have for me, Lancaster, and everyone from the department you came from." The glare lessen from Ichabod when the names were mentioned to him.
"I hold no such thing," he told, not to the Hessian but to himself as well.
"No? Tell me then, who's idea was it to send you down here when the two of you already knew what might happen if you did not succeed? Who was it that had ridiculed your theories and had sent you to this small town to deal with murders of my doing even when the people of this town had told them about who was really causing the murders?"
"They knew....?" Ichabod asked, never thinking that the ministry had actually been told the ludicrous story, at the time, and did not even inform him of this.
"Yes they knew and even with this knowledge you knew as much as they knew that when you had seen how the killing was done that sending down one constable was not enough to stop the killing no matter if it was my doing or not." The Hessian moved his hand so that his thumb was caressing the scar. The pain was slowly disappearing from Ichabod as he was feeling a lulling dark sensation as the Hessian's thumb continued to caress the scar. Tossing his head to the side, Ichabod tried to shake the sensation he was feeling.
"No.." Ichabod pleaded as the sensation grew despite all ways to stop it.
"Don't resist the dark feelings you have Ichabod," the Hessian whispered to his ear as he rocked his hips slowly adding to the sensation the young constable was feeling already, "Embrace it Ichabod. Embrace the gift I gave you through this scar." The thumb moved away from the scar as Ichabod was already panting from the rocking feeling of the Hessian. Removing his glove, the Hessian bit his thumb with the razor sharp teeth and allowed drips of blood to fall on the constable.
"Please....don't do this," Ichabod nearly moaned as the feeling of his pants grew tight around him. The drops of blood moved up as it came close to the scar.
"It's already too late small one," he replied, as the Hessian pressed his bleeding thumb on the scar. Ichabod didn't scream or see the Hessian that was above him. Instead he saw blinding light and felt and heard the sound of his heartbeat. But his heartbeat was slowing down and as it slowed the darkness slowly closed around his vision. He tried to fight and stay close to the light fearing the darkness as it was lulling him to stop fighting and relax into the darkness. Slowly the darkness had already taken up half of his vision and could barely hear or feel the presence of his heart beating. It was then as the darkness swallowed his vision of the light that he heard nor felt his heartbeat anymore.
Kiya: And that's it for this chapter! This is a really long chapter compared to the others I've written but hope this chapter will make up for the loss time of not updating till now. More to come soon! ^^
1- We all know that when the Hessian's sword cuts it doesn't leave blood trails but I wanted to add that for the drama of the scene.