Chapter 7

As they walked up to the large grey building, John felt Jim shudder. He knew this would be hard for him, and he held on to his arm tighter, reassuring him without the need for words.

Jim took a deep breath, and rapped his knuckles against the door. He pulled his coat closer to him, hiding the weapons he had brought with him.

A slim unattractive woman opened the door and gasped, shouting 'tony' without taking her eyes off Jim.

As they heard a heavy footed person walk towards the door, John felt Jim tense and hold his breath. It was incredible that this man, this incredible man that could kill anyone he wanted, at any time, was scared, no, terrified of this man.

'What is it Helen? It better be fucking worth me coming up fro-' he stopped short, noticing Jim. After a deep breath, he sneered looking down upon Jim's small masculine body. He licked his lips. 'Come to play Jimmy? Oh hasn't it been long! Oh and look at that, you brought a friend'.

Jim grimaced before standing his ground and responding with 'we need to talk' and pushing him aside to enter his house.

John followed and looked at the surprised faces of this couple. He hated them already.

He looked at Jims face searching for something to reassure him.

Jim avoided his stare, knowing that if he caught his eye, he wouldn't be able to contain his emotion.

John looked around and observed. There were pictures of dozens of children all around the age of 12. Tony saw him looking. 'All the kids we've fostered, and I've...helped' he said, grinning.

John felt as if he wanted to vomit.

He looked over to Jim, their eyes meeting and planning their next move.

As Jim shut the door and locked it, he opened his coat, grinning.

'You always said you had kinks, "daddy" he whispered, clearly straining to control himself, he revealed knives, guns, an axe, a meat cleaver, and various other torture items.

Tony gasped, unintentionally backing himself into a corner.

Jim turned away, and walked towards Helen. 'You first i think sweetie, your loving husband can watch 'he smiled. He grabbed the axe and brought it down on her arm, and she screamed in agony. With the second hit her arm was off at the shoulder and he held it, and passed it to Tony to hold, as John restrained him. 'You know. "Mummy" I never do like getting my hands dirty, but I guess I can make an exception.' He said as he put the axe away and pulled out a large knife, cutting words into her skin. 'Rapist' 'cunt' 'twat' 'burn in hell'.

He stabbed her stomach, sliding the razor sharp knife down to slice her open. He pulled out her innards, as she gave up the fight and began to close her eyes. John grabbed a gun from inside Jims coat without him noticing and quickly shot her in the head. 'Enough Jimmy' John whispered, not fazed by this dissected woman, yet not wanting Jim to make himself madder by continuing.

Jim was in a world of his own, and he stormed towards John, angry that he finished her before he was ready.

John grabbed his face and kissed him, not sweetly, but as if he needed it, and it brought Jim back to earth. 'Sorry babe' he whispered as he turned to tony, who was whimpering in the corner, not caring about his dead wife, but thinking about the kid he fucked because he could.