Title: Stockholm Syndrome
Pairings: Jeff Hardy/Phillip Brooks [CM Punk]
Rating: 18+
Warnings: Talk of Character Death, minor drug play
Summary: Every day all Jeff sees is him… And his sweet nature calm behavior… How this man murdered his friends he'll never know... Jeff's starting to believe maybe he never really did…
Author's Note: Yes it continues. And yes it's fucked up. XD Enjoy…
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Stockholm Syndrome
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Weeks… Maybe months… It became a blur. Time was dragging so terrifyingly slow… All Jeff saw was Phil's sweet smile… How that smile hid the sickness deep within that Jeff knew all too well existed. It was almost impossible to believe Phil could kill anyone… He was so peaceful when he was around Jeff. Jeff couldn't bring himself to even respond anymore. Today had begun like any other day. Jeff awoke to the sound of Phil moving about and getting dressed, however, today, he found that Phil didn't say anything to him or bother to tie him up before leaving. Which was odd… He had grown so used to being tied up and left helpless and unable to even consider escaping, that this was almost like a foreign idea to him. Somewhere in his mind it registered that he could leave… He could get up and run. This was his chance… His one hope of escape. After this strange blurred passing of time, he was given the opportunity to get free…
Jeff rose from the bed once he was sure Phil had left and sprinted down the stairs and out the door but as soon as he got ten feet from the building his feet stopped abruptly and guilt wrenched his stomach. Phil would be heartbroken… And he would come looking for him… And possibly hurt more people… Jeff swallowed uneasily as he looked around at the world outside his little hut of a home for the first time. He was standing on an empty dirt street, and further up, there were people walking about, Jeff could civilization, trading going on, children laughing just within his reach was freedom…
And he couldn't bring himself to take another step. A tenseness fell over Jeff as he slowly took a few steps backwards and dropped down, leaning against the house. And there he sat, waiting until nearly two hours later, Phil pulled up in a small gray car and got out, carrying a metal case. He smiled sadly and reached out.
"Come one Jeff… We've got something we have to do now…" he said as he helped Jeff to his feet. Phil lead Jeff into the living area and sat him down on a chair, grabbing another chair for himself.
"We're leaving here tomorrow, and heading somewhere new. To Amsterdam. We'll be travelling by boat. You don't get sea sick do you?" Phil inquired as he opened the box and revealed a tattoo kit. He removed Jeff's piercings and then shirt.
"We're going to start a new life Jeff, just you and me. We can go anywhere we want…"
Jeff's eyes sparkled a little at hearing the sincerity and caring in Phil's voice and for a moment he completely forgot that Phil was a ruthless killer… He seemed so soft and innocent and Jeff couldn't help himself. He leaned over and kissed Phil's cheek. Phil stopped, his cheeks deeply tinged pink from the gesture. He smiled warmly at Jeff, the little bit of affection melting his heart into a puddle of psycho killer goo.
Jeff almost wanted to smack himself for the gesture after he'd done it but he couldn't help himself. He really couldn't. Phil was so sweet… Adoring… It was hard not to show affection to such a soft and sweet person. Jeff knew in his heart what lie beneath the wonderful exterior… Inside was a tortured killer. A romantic psychopathic killer… Something so deep inside that Jeff knew he couldn't reach it without cutting through the sensitive flesh of Phil's sweet exterior… And he wouldn't…
God help him he was falling in love with this beast…
"I'm going to cover your tattoos with black, and then you can cover mine… When we get to Amsterdam we can get scarification over it… It makes for a beautiful effect…" Phil said softly. "Our tattoos are to recognizable… And I'm going to cut our hair and dye it… Short and black is okay for you right Jeff?" Phil explained softly. Jeff merely nodded, reaching up to touch Phil's pink cheeks.
Phil reached up and gently took Jeff's hand. His eyes were bright and happy, glad that his affection was finally being returned. Phil kissed Jeff's palm softly, before he slowly began to cover all o Jeff's tattoos with plain black ink. After hours of sitting still they took a short break to eat before Jeff did the same for Phil. Jeff smiled weakly at Phil once they'd finished, looking at him curiously, wondering if they would go to bed now. It was dark out, probably late…
Phil pulled Jeff into a soft kiss before he stood, extending his hand to the other man.
"Come on. Let's get to bed… We have a big day ahead of us tomorrow…"
Jeff nodded, taking his hand and going up the stairs, into their small room and laid down. Sore, tired, and content… Jeff laid down, instead of being tied down on his side of the bed, tonight, Jeff laid in Phil's warm arms, and slowly fell asleep, wondering just what tomorrow held.
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Jeff had never travelled so far on a boat before. Being out on the open sea was something that scared him a little. Deep down he was afraid of drowning. He spent most of the first day of the trip curled up in the bed below deck, while Phil thrived on the deck, loving the smell of the salt air. Phil had cut their hair once they got on the boat, dying it as well, going back to his natural brown, it was short and framed his face a little, while Jeff's was choppy and black. Phil wore sunglasses and a hat along with long sleeves to be careful he wasn't recognized, but he wasn't the only criminal escaping a crime on this boat. So he wasn't terribly concerned. The third night of the trip, however, things got a bit scary.
Jeff was sleeping uneasily as it was, but he awoke suddenly when there was a harsh clap of thunder and sat up in bed. Phil hardly flinched in his deep slumber but Jeff couldn't help but be fearful of what was going on outside this boat. The waves slowly began rocking the ship more and more and Jeff shuddered in fear. The thunder was growing louder and while Phil continued to sleep, Jeff could not. The boat's rocking was terrifying poor Jeff. When a sudden large wave nearly tipped the boat on it's side the furniture in the room shifted and a lamp crashed to the floor, waking Phil instantly. He sat up and saw Jeff in near tears with fear. Phil immediately pulled Jeff into his arms and held him tightly, laying them both back down.
"Shh… You're safe Jeff. I won't let anyone hurt you. Nothing can harm you so long as I'm here…" Phil soothed. In Jeff's intensely terrified state, some how the words seemed to ring true in his heart and he relaxed some as the boat tossed on the restless sea. The feeling o doom seemed to fade a little, as Phil, in his very soft tone, gently sang soothingly too him. Jeff slowly relaxed in his arms and closed his eyes.
In his heart he knew this man was evil… Psychotic… A killer. A murderer. Ruthless and relentless…
But God help him he loved this beast…
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To Be Continued…