Alec Fox (theonlylaw) wrote in genome_project, @ 2010-05-02 16:47:00 |
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Current mood: | cranky |
Who: Alec and the NPC! Durden husband
When: Saturday evening after his talk with Emma
Where: Durden home and then the pier
What: Alec takes care of the abusive element
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Contains violence and swearing
Status: Complete & Closed
After Emma had left and Alec had sent a message to his wife, he’d turned and entered his study where he got his gun out of the safe and put his badge onto his belt, making sure he picked up his cuffs on the way out. The gun was checked for the safety and holstered, snug against his side, and Alec slid into the driver’s seat.
The Durden man needed to be removed and tonight was that night.
Alec drummed his fingers against the wheel as processed everything that Emma had told him, anger coiling in the pit of his stomach as he thought about the man and how he could raise his hand to his wife and child.
The only good thing about the island being so small was the fact it didn’t take him very long to pull up at the Durden house, eyes flicking over the outside and then to possible exits, wondering if he’d have to worry about this guy running or he’d just act like nothing had happened. People did that sometimes, more often than you might think.
Alec cut the engine and eased out from behind the wheel, closing in on the door in a few simple strides. A hand curled into a fist hit the door a couple times, hard enough for the door to shake on the hinges. “Durden? You home?”
It took the man on the other side of the door a while to open the door, but when he did he was clasping a beer bottle in one hand and remote in the other. “Hey, Alec. You seeing this game?”
“Nah,” Alec muttered with a shake of his head. “I haven’t been watching.” He entered the home after Durden had moved, glancing around himself before he finally allowed himself to settle. “You and me? We gotta talk.”
“We do?” Durden asked, seeming surprised. “Why’s that?”
Alec tilted his head and made eye contact. “You think it’s fun to hit your kid and wife? You think, what? Just ‘cause you got roped into this project that it gives you the right to hurt the people around you. Is that it?”
“What?” Durden retorted. “That’s bullshit, I never laid a hand on either of them.”
“Not what the journals say,” Alec pointed out.
“Fuck them,” Durden answered. “You going to take my kid’s word over mine? You know what these kids are like, you can’t trust them, don’t know what they’re capable of. My kid’s a liar.”
Alec shook his head, hand going for his cuffs. “Whatever the case, you’re under arrest.”
Durden bit out a laugh and shook his head. “So, what? Circumstantial evidence and you’re arresting me? This is ridiculous.” He took another sip from his bottle and then waved it in Alec’s direction. “But you know what? I bet you think your kid needs a good smack now and then, I see the way he mouths off to you and how he disrespects you and your pretend-wife. What kind of man are you, huh? To let your kid get away with something like that? Pathetic.”
Alec didn’t control his emotions at the best of times, especially the stronger ones like anger so when Durden suggested he’d lay a hand on Luke and that Lily wasn’t actually his wife something inside of him snapped and he surged forward, landing a solid punch to Durden’s jaw. “Fuck you, man. I don’t hit the people I love, not like you. You’re one sick individual.“
The punch itself was enough to make the other man stumble back, but it wasn’t enough to daze him for too long and it wasn’t long until Durden had Alec tackled onto the ground. One punch hit Alec’s face, opening up a cut across his nose, and the next one caught his jaw causing blood to fill his mouth from a nick to both his gum and lip. The Durden man was clearly used to hitting people smaller and weaker than him because as much as those punches hurt they didn’t stop Alec from returning them, the full weight of his palm being forced upwards and into Durden’s nose to break the cycle. It made it easier for Alec to roll them, manhandling the other man into the ground, forcing the full weight of his forearm across Durden’s back.
“Stay the fuck down,” Alec muttered gruffly. “Or so help me I’ll put a bullet in you, right between the eyes. Stay the fuck down.” Alec’s hand found his cuffs, snapped them open and then closed them sharply around Durden’s wrists. Once he was sure he had the Durden man cuffed and bound, albeit it not gagged, although the thought was tempting, Alec rested his weight back onto his feet and pulled Durden to his feet in a startling show of strength.
Durden laughed through a mouth filled with blood. “This project’s a joke, Alec. It’s nothing but a bunch of lies held together by a never-ending cycle of deceit. It’s gonna end, one way or another.”
“Shut up,” Alec growled as he shoved Durden forward and out of the house, in the direction of the car. “Get your ass in the car and shut the fuck up. I don’t wanna hear it, alright? I just don’t wanna hear it.” Alec shoved the other man into the car, not bothering to shield his head, meaning sure enough Durden got a nice smack in the head to go along with his fat lip.
Now they were both in the car Alec started the engine and didn’t bother nursing his wounds as he drove in the direction of the pier, all the while listening to things like:
“You think Lily gives a shit about you? It’s all an act, Alec. She doesn’t care” - “Your kid disrespects you all the time and what do you do about it? Nothing. You really think grounding is the answer to the problem? - “Tell me you don’t think about it at least once, about how good it would feel to smack that boy and make him see sense” and finally but not at all least “These kids don’t know they’re born. Their lives? Are easy. Too easy.”
It was enough to fuck with your head, if you actually listened.
Alec did his best not to listen, just told the guy to get lost or shut up before he made him shut up, thankful for the fact they arrived at the pier not too long after he’d smacked Durden one last time for good measure. What? The guy had a mouth, it needed to be shut.
“C’mon,” Alec grunted as he hauled Durden out of the car and pushed him in the direction of the pier. “I’m taking you off this island and away from your kid and wife, you’ve done them and this place enough damage as it is.”
He paused only briefly before getting on the ferry, turning his eyes back to the island. Hopefully nothing too big would happen in his absence, but this needed to be done, Durden needed to be removed.
“Move,” Alec snapped as he followed Durden onto the boat.