WARNINGS: swearing, death, torture, and inhumanity, read at your own risk.
The plane ride was silent. No one dare speak a word. Sylvia nuzzled into Kurt's neck fast asleep.
Kurt was the opposite.
He sat stiff and alert.
A glance from a stranger wouldn't catch it, but Sebastain was no stranger when it came to Kurt Hummel. He was ready to bolt if needed.
"So, Eli, " Sebastain said the name with both amusement and disdain, "what have you been up to these past four months?" Kurt glares.
"The usual...work, friends, life." Kurt spits.
"Did you enjoy your little...vacation?" Sebastain asks, almost threateningly. Kurt laughs humorlessly.
"I loved my job. Met amazing people. However, looking over my shoulder all the time was kinda a kill joy so tell me, Sebastain, how the hell did you find me?" Kurt asks so sweetly it was sour.
"Don't worry, you didn't get sloppy. You covered your tracks pretty well actually! It was Booth who found you. Remember your new student?" Sebastain asks.
Kurt's eyes go wide.
"Angel. Angel Evans. I take it Booth Evans is of some relation?" He asks looking to Booth.
"My niece. You were her favorite teacher, by the way." Booth says.
"Great to hear." Kurt says, sarcasm dripping from his voice.
Sebastain grimaces, only one person noticed, Kurt.
"You really did like your job." Sebastain says. It was stated as a question, but it wasn't.
"Yes, I did." Kurt says tightly looking out the window. Tears pricked his eyes. He missed the children. What would they think? That he abandoned them? Left them? He would never...
A hand grabbed his.
Sebastain.
"I truly am sorry, love." Sebastain said. The old nickname would make Kurt smile, four months ago.
Kurt slipped his hand out of Sebastain's.
"If you're so sorry you'd let me go." Kurt says looking Sebastain dead in the eye.
"You know I can't do that." Sebastain states matter-of-factly. It makes Kurt explode.
"You can! You just don't want to! I was FINE Sebastain! I had a LIFE! FRIENDS!" Kurt rants.
Sebastain waves the other men into the back of the plane. Blaine carried a sleeping Sylvia and Finn shut the door behind him.
Sebastain waits until the last man leaves before rising and pouring two glasses. He hands one to Kurt who takes it after hesitation.
"I can't. I can not let you go Kurt. While you were fine dancing around with fucking rainbows and kittens, I was broken. I had no life because YOU are my life. You are my friend, my love, you are my AIR Kurt. Everyday without you was a another hell, hell might have been much kinder than what I endured. If you think I'll just let you walk away again after I've found you, then you are sadly mistaken. I may never be able to share my agony, make you feel the pain I felt, and I don't wish for you too. I love you too much to even phantom you that hurt, or in that much pain and agony." The speech stunned Kurt silent for a moment. Sebastain had said it all calmly, way too calmly.
"I know you Sebastain. You get even. You manipulate, play dirty and bribe. What's it for me? It must be good after that load of bullshit." Kurt hisses sipping his drink delicately, it was champagne, Kurt's favorite.
Sebastain smirks.
"How I've missed you." He stands and walks towards the door, "It wasn't all bullshit, Kurt, I meant every word." He stops at the door knob. "However, you're right. I do get even." He's out the door before Kurt can register what he just said. He runs and bangs on the locked door.
"Sebastain Smythe! What have you done!" Kurt runs his fingers through his hair in distress. They were talking the whole time! Sebastain couldn't possibly have- champagne. Sebastain doesn't drink champagne.
It all dawned on Kurt.
"You bastard!" He screams grabbing and throwing the whole bottle at the door. He begins to feel the effects of the drug Sebastain used.
He HATED this. The weak feeling, draining feeling. His body falls to the floor. He crawls to the seat pulling himself up to,the best of his ability. Think Kurt! Escape plan, antidote,do something! But he couldn't. His limbs gave way and he bashed his head on the arm seat. His last words were whispered,
"God, I hate you Seb." Then darkness consumed him.
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Kurt was free! He had been for 2 weeks and counting! He liked it here, it was quiet, calm. Damn him if he didn't miss Sebastain. Every morning was a new tear in his heart when the space beside him was empty. Why did he do this to himself? He shakes the thought away. Sylvia was still asleep, it WAS early morning. He rose out of bed and turned on the news.
Breaking News- Family murdered in mob war.
Kurt dropped the remote.
It was a picture of the man Sebastain tourtured 2 weeks ago, and his family.
The body of 35 year old Richard Philip was found today, along with 2 others identified as his pregnant wife Lindsey Philip and 3 year old daughter Brittany Philip. The family was last seen 2 weeks ago at the family's baby shower, announcing the new member of the group they named, a boy, Charlie, after Lindsey's recently deceased father, whose case is being re-opened due to the circumstances. Police are investigating but this picture was found shoved down in the mans throat. Warning viewer discretion is advised.
In the picture, newer to the one Kurt saw the man holding, the woman and child were held execution style at gun point by men. The men holding the guns wore familiar rings on their fingers. The same ring Sebastain wore. The Smythe crest.
They were part of Sebastain's unit. The men Kurt had ate dinner with. They murdered that innocent family. For what? Money? To make a point? Statement?
Kurt felt sick. He leaped from the couch and was violently sick. Sebastain did this. Sebastain murdered innocent people, just for talking to Kurt in the market. Another rival mob member or not, nobody deserves this! Kurt decided right then and now, he was done.
Done with the mob.
Done with Sebastain.
Done with being the victim.
He enrolled in every defense class he could. Learned all he could. Even started Sy early in training. He was done being a victim. It would never happen again.
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But it did. And Kurt was at the mercy of Sebastain now.