Chapter 8
Thunder rolled and lightning clashed against the crying Texan sky. Thomas walked down the solitary road that lead now to something far better then just acceptance for him, it lead a place were he finally felt he belonged. Jovian made it feel like a real home, not just some place which he stayed. His stomach churned with an un-identifiable emotion. He felt light, then his mind drifted to darker things, his uncles voice rang through his mind, telling him to kill him, he was conflicted, he couldn't, for once in all the years he's lived he didn't want to. He had already made up his mind, he would kill them if they touched him, and he would feel no remorse. With strong steps he walked towards his house, the large house was an imposing figure in this small down, everyone knows what they did, have done, and will do, but no one had the idea to tell Jovian about his families past and he was happy, he would change if it meant Jovian would never leave. One thing continued to confuse him though, what was this feeling, this emotion that seemed to creep up on him, when Jovian was in the room, near him, or in his thoughts? He didn't understand, he couldn't, because it was the first time in his life he even felt this way. He stared at his house with dark eyes, his emotions swirled behind the eyes of his soul. A feeling slithered into his veins, his heart beat faster, it wasn't the feeling like before the soft warm feeling, no it was something else, as he continued to stare at the house, the feeling grew faster, and it was borderline panic, fear, and pain? What was happening? His large steps echoed through the porch as he walked towards the door that seemed to foreboding to him, he gripped the cold brass handle and pushed the door open. The place was dark, the lightning in the back lit the rooms, they were empty barren of life, it seemed dead. The houses presence felt sinister and a shiver ran up his spine, something was wrong, terribly wrong.
There was a slight scuffling sound coming from upstairs, his eyes looked at the dark stair case that lead up towards the bedrooms, there was a shushing sound, and then nothing, it was quiet. His stomach sunk. Slowly his feet drug his body towards the stairs on their own accord it was leading him to something, something he was sure he wasn't going to like, and he really didn't want to go, but what if it was Jovian? What was happening, he no longer had his control, he was losing a battle of wills when it came to anything Jovian related, and yet he didn't mind, why? Why didn't he mind!? There was an un-mistakable sound when he reached the top the stairs. Moans, and not pleasure moans, far from it, pained moans filled with fear, there was a creak of something, a sharp cry, and he knew something was up, as silently as he could he walked towards the door that was shut, the sounds coming from deep within. Whispers drifted through the door. He recognized the voices.
"So beautiful, so broken"
Riley
"Hmmm….who would have thought a city boy's blood could taste so sweet"
His uncle.
His body tensed when he heard the whispered plea for them to leave him alone, it was so desperate, broken, afraid. Jovian. He pushed the door open, and the scene that great him, disgusted him, pained him, angered him. His uncle and that piece of city trashed beside him both naked, both chuckling, and Jovian spread eagle before them, his body was cut and blood rushed forth, tears were falling from his eyes, and all this was happening to such a wonderful person, they were touching him in ways he shouldn't be touched. His eyes were closed. There backs were turned to him.
Jovian's body ached, he felt like dying, no one would help him, no one could help him, no one was there. He could feel there hands, he felt dirty. He hated himself for getting in this mess, he had promised himself to never get into a situation like this again, and he couldn't keep it, if he hadn't decided to move from the city he may have prevented this, no he was wrong so terribly wrong. He would have been in this situation again, and he was glad he came, he met Thomas, his best friend, and his love, if he died, the only thing he would regret was not telling him and leaving him in this place with these people. He cringed and cried out as a stab of pain cut through the gash on his stomach. There was creak, and he watched as his assailants shushed themselves listening, there was nothing. They talked in low whispers again. Gazing at him. His eyes closed and he felt light headed, he tried to shake it off. He couldn't he felt so tired, at this moment, he guessed it was because he wanted to leave this situation wake up and pretend it never happened. Or it could have been from the blood loss. He opened his eyes again and he looked at the towering figure behind, Riley and Hoyt. He had to be seeing things, had to be do to the blood loss, dark spots danced in his eyes, he could feel himself plead with the image, a small smile grazed his lips before the figure faded and his world became dark.
Thomas locked eyes with Jovian's beautiful emerald eyes. They cried out to him, pleaded him for his help, then they closed and he watched as his tense body went limp. His body was filled with a sadness so bad he wanted to cry, he wanted to lash out, he felt the sadness turn to rage. He glared hard, and hateful at he two figures. For someone of his size it was a surprise that he could pin someone to a wall as fast as he did. His arm was crushing Riley's windpipe, he watched as the dark eyes stared back into his, he hated him, hated him so much, he felt no remorse for what he was doing. He could feel the light grip of Riley's on his arm, they were lacking strength, and he smirked he was losing, the body withered beneath him gasping for breath demanding it. His mind was going blank he was having trouble thinking straight, he barely even registered the voice of his uncle behind him telling him to stop, he didn't even acknowledge his uncle as he came up behind him, he never felt the pain of the large dagger in his side, he was so focused on the man in front of him, with one hand he flung his uncle back. He could see riley's eyes begin to droop. No he wasn't done with him, not yet.
Riley fell to the floor coughing, and taking as much air as he could, his eyes traveled to the large man, he didn't even notice him, he moved fast. He flinched as he felt the waves of malice fell of this…this monster. Never has he ever felt it, and it made him quiver, his eyes trailed to the floor as he watched Hoyt tried to stand up from the floor. He felt the rough hands on his shoulders and his back was rammed into a wall. The rough hands moved from his shoulders to the side of his head and then there was pressure. Horrible pain, he screamed. He could feel Thomas thumbs on his eyes lids pushing against them, and he screamed louder. Never had he felt pain so intense before, and he hated it. He reached for the hands on his face, they wouldn't budge. He could feel warmth trickle down his face, the hands removed themselves from his face, he wanted to black out, just sleep the pain away, run from it, but a sharp tug on his head prevented him to, he cried out he could feel warm breath on his exposed neck. He shivered. This action was arousing, he groaned, his body was thinking of something else, while he was in danger of getting killed, and finally he admitted he was a sick bastard.
Thomas exhaled a rough breath against Riley's skin, and finally he felt the pain in his back, he looked down, and snorted, he was aroused. One hand held Riley's head exposing the neck, he reached towards the area that hurt, his hand came in contact with an object, he gripped the handle and pulled, he could feel the blood spill from the wound. A small intake of breath. His eyes glittered as he eyed the dagger. He brought it up and rested it against Riley's neck. He could feel the body beneath him shiver.
"Are you scared?" he whispered in a harsh voice. His eyes caught Riley shaking his head. He chuckled. Adrenaline was pumping through his veins. The thrill of killing was coursing through him, it was suppressed when he was with Jovian, but now nothing could stop him from doing this.
"You should be" he said his hand moved from the back of Riley's and felt the smooth skin of his face. "You skin is flawless, it make a perfect mask don't you think?" he said, he ran the dagger down Riley's face before he plunged it into the skin. His eyes brightened and a low harsh sadistic chuckle fell from his lips that were hid behind his face. Riley screamed, pain filled his senses. Thomas drug the dagger around his face, and the coppery smell of blood filled the air with a suffocating intensity. His fingers dug into the cut and with a quick tug he pulled. The skin of his face came clean off and he watched as blood pooled around his feet. White hot pain filled him to the core, and his world was going black. This was torture. The man before him was a demon. Thomas could see he was losing the man, and with a grunt and a swift flick of his wrist the dagger sliced through the throat tissue, and he bled more, before his breath left and he let his body drop with a thud. He turned away from the body disgusted, yet happy, he was gone and he was the one who had done it, he was almost proud. A smile was forming but was whipped from his face as he eyed his Uncle trying to get up from the floor, he was bracing himself on the wall.
Hoyt breathed out, his breath was knocked from him when he hit the wall. His eyes widened as he saw the dead body of Riley on the floor, and his heart raced has he watched his nephew slowly step towards him with an agonizing slowness. He voice wasn't so strong and authorative like it used to be, no Thomas' figure drowned it out, and he radiated with power, anger, and malice. A killer's intent.
"Stay back boy…" he said trying to sound strong, to get some resemblance of normalcy, Thomas didn't even listen, his anger for his uncle at this moment didn't need to listen, he hurt the one thing that actually matter to him, and that he couldn't stand.
"I said back off retard" Hoyt smirked when he saw Thomas stall, but was surprised when he continued forward and a low animalistic growl came from his large nephew. The word retard seemed to trigger something in Thomas, he grew angrier, and memories of his childhood fueled it. He was one of them, he didn't see his uncle, the man who took him in as a baby, he saw the hateful, sinister, mocking smiles, of his peers from the school yard. He was so close he could feel the fear trickle from the fickle man, Hoyt was backed against a wall. The dagger gripped in his hand seemed to glow when the lightning flashed, it was a blur and Thomas embedded it deep within his uncle's stomach. Hoyt coughed. He glared at his nephew.
"Stupid boy.." he hissed. He yelped as Thomas twisted it. Thomas' blood sang with pleasure as his uncle's blood ran down the length of the dagger and onto his large hand. It was almost soothing. He twisted it the dagger farther, there was a louder pain filled yell, and another followed it. It was his aunt she was back, she wasn't supposed to be back yet.
Mai was shocked when she walked into the room, she had heard the screams from the drive as she got out of the truck. Her Thomas was killing her husband, what had gotten into the boy, and why was Hoyt –Charles—naked? Her eyes skimmed the room, she saw the lifeless body of Riley, which was really hard to distinguish his facial skin was ripped clear from his face. Her eyes watered and she screamed when she saw Jovian, naked tied to the bed. Now she understood, why. Punishment, Thomas was punishing them for hurting him. She quickly looked away, and watched as her husband coughed, his blood splashed onto Thomas', Thomas was a breath away from Hoyt's face, he was glaring into the dying eyes of a man not worth anything in the world. Hoyt was growing tired, and he couldn't speak, all his motor functions were shutting down.
"Thomas stop it" she said. Thomas turned towards his aunt and saw her horror stricken face, he saw the light trail of tears, and his body went lax, he gave a great sigh, and he watched as his uncle fell to the floor. His aunt ran to her husband, smoothed back his hair kissing his forehead, comforting him, scolding him. It was a conflict no one could understand unless they one day come upon the same path. Thomas looked away, and his eyes caught the unconscious young man. He walked towards Jovian, and gently, well as gently as he could he removed the rope that bound him, trapped him from escaping. The flesh beneath the rope was purple, bruised and bleeding from twisting and trying to get free. He pulled him closer and lifted him up into his powerful arms, there was a short intake of a breath as the wound on his back was disturbed. The muscles around it contracted casting a burning sensation. He ignored it. He watched as his aunt cried, kissed his uncle and slowly got up. She turned towards them, and with a sad smile, she gestured them to follow.
Mai was stricken that her husband was gone, but she could understand why Thomas did it, he finally cared enough about someone to do something about it, he discovered so much from the young man in his arms that she couldn't even think about hating either of them. She knew her husband had it coming, and she guessed this was better, she couldn't forgive him for what he did, and the shock that Riley was apart of it was something she didn't expect, but she guessed she should have seen it, all those times Jovian left the room quickly when he walked in. All the times Jovian had his gaze on the floor, or when he flinched from the close proximity Riley made a point in doing. She entered the room at the end of the hall.
"Put him on the bed, I'm going to stitch you both up" she said as she walked from the room. Thomas placed him on the bed and sat next to him with a protective arm around him, gently he pried the leather off his face and place it on the floor, his face was cast in shadow, he sighed, he was tired, more tired then had ever been. His eyes trailed down to the sleeping man, he looked so peaceful and pained. He bent down and placed a chaste kiss on Jovian's brow. Jovian grunted. Jovian's body ached, and sighed, he felt safe, there was no insane fear lingering in the room, and he opened his green eyes and found him staring into the dark chocolate eyes of Thomas. A smile lingered on his face, the mask was off, he wasn't hiding at the moment, and he was happy, he liked it when Thomas didn't hide from him. With a shaky hand he reached up and cupped Thomas' face, pulled him down, and planted his lips against the rough textured ones of Thomas'. Heaven, peace, love, safety, all off it seemed to come through that one kiss, it was better then all others, and he didn't want it to end, he didn't want to leave, he tried to move closer, and he nudged Thomas' side. With a sharp breath Thomas pulled away and groaned. Jovian looked down at his side and saw all the blood.
"Shit! Your bleeding, Thomas how did you get this!?" he asked weekly. Thomas shook his head, and didn't say a word.
"He'll explain later" said Mai. She was holding a large bowl of hot water, a couple cloths were draped across her for arms, she placed the bowl down and gestured for Thomas to sit down, she reached into her pocket and pulled out some thread and a needle. Thomas sat down on the floor, he turned and looked at Jovian, and in a deep voice thick with slight pain, he told him to sleep, and Jovian complied, he didn't argue, he was so tired, happy that it was over, and hoping it would never happen again. Before he feel asleep, he heard a pained grunt and then nothing.
THE END
A/N: and there you have it, it is finally finished, I enjoyed writing this chapter a lot, there might be an epilogue so keep an eye out. So what did you all think of the final chapter? I liked it, especially when I was writing Riley's death, but alas the ending may seem corny and all, but dammit, I couldn't end it with out a kiss! Please leave a review, See yha!
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