Miles Edgeworth (defyingxgravity) wrote in sh_chaos, @ 2009-04-09 12:47:00 |
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Fiction.
Title: For the Dead...
By: Alex C
Rating: Mature
Description: After the death of Cynthia, Henry is confronted by Walter. Walter has plans for Henry and they aren't pretty.
Pairing: M/M
Disclaimer: All characters and places are property of Konami.
For the Dead...
It was such a sour night for Henry was he sat upon his couch and watched the news. Those hazel green eyes glancing closely at the screen of the television. Outside was darkness... It was around twelve A.M. at this hour. The brunette running fingers through his mess of hair. No sleep for the weary. No sleep since he had dreams of being killed while he slept. The room lit up as lightning shown through the windows. Three holy candles stood lit: One in the kitchen. One on the coffee table. One in the bedroom. Henry rubs at his eyes as he tried to stay awake. You would think that having three cups of strong coffee would keep you up.
"Gah!" He huffs softly as the lightning took him off guard. The lightning was interfering with his reception on the t.v.
He wanted to cry because of the surge of emotions that washed over his form. This was just after the case with Cynthia. That poor lost soul. Henry blamed himself for it. He was such a gentle man at heart. The photographer was always trying to help others. A hand covering those eyes as a few tears drops down his cheeks into the palm of his hand.
"Why? I'm so sorry... I wanted to save you..." He murmurs sadly to himself.
Now within Walter's hellish world, she was a ghost... A tormented soul and a victim to this little act of Walter's to regain that what the killer called 'Mother'. Henry felt alone. The man did not have much to rely on. He knew Eileen was in danger as well. His neighbor whom he couldn't even help since his door was locked on the inside. It was a prison to him. His apartment. The red letters and notes... Joseph had helped him so much. Even that man was dead before Henry came in.
"Walter! You bastard... How can you do this!?" He cries out in frustration. When the poor soul couldn't even save those he just met.
Thunder was loud outside of his room. It was like someone was talking to him from above. But that was just nonsense. The only other being within the room was dead. He was watching Henry from the closet inside the apartment. Green eyes peering out of the darkness of the washing room. Walter watches his prey cry to him. Walter was making Henry's life miserable. Those tears of anguish were what he needs.
A whisper carries softly to Henry's ears. "You cry for a whore. She was nothing but a whore, Henry."
The brunette glances up from his tears as he looks around the room. No one was there. No one... "She was someone! She didn't have to die! Not like that!" He calls out to the voice of Walter's.
Another minute of silence as lightning lit up the room of Henry's. The man jumping a bit within his spot. Hazel green eyes glance out the window as the rain poured down outside. Such a bleak evening into the peak of the morning hours. Henry was in a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. White mind you. A can of Coke sits upon the cup holder on the coffee table. The man was fidgeting within his seat. The controller to the t.v. in his hand. Henry tries to remove images of her body laying dead on the Subway floor in that room out of his mind. A soft whimper as he froze in spot. Another channel which had the crime scene with her body in it.
"Why! I just want peace right now..." Henry cries softly to himself. Why was he being punished for something he didn't do. He was innocent.
"Because... It's bringing you closer." Came Walter's voice as he watches Henry.
The candle upon the coffee table was getting closer to the point of blowing out. Each candle now was soon to fade. Walter's reign would take place then. If only... He wanted to sooth his prey's weary body. Maybe a little pleasure for the immortal and mortal body. He would enjoy that. Deep inside of Henry, Walter knew this too.
Thunder rattles the windows as lightning struck ground near by. The channel flickering until... There went the power. Henry jumps up as he about trips over the table. The sound of the can hitting the table and spilling the sticky soda onto the table. Henry scrounges around for his flashlight. The man desperate to find anything that would light up the room. He was not safe in the dark. Not in this apartment which was hell to him both ways.
"Oh God!" Henry mutters as he stumbles around in the dark.
A hand took hold of his wrist and pulled him against the kitchen counter. A very strong hold. Those green eyes peering right down to the shorter man. Walter had taken hold of Henry. A sound that could be called a hum was coming from his throat.
"Sssh... Now is not the time to scream, Henry." Walter coos in a soothing manner toward the helpless prey.
"W-Walter... Let me go..." Henry begs the other as he was unarmed.
The dark made Walter sad right at this minute. He could not see those precious tears of the weaker man's. Tormented tears that were shed for those that Walter had killed. Leaning in toward Henry's face, Walter turns on the flashlight in front of his face. A devious smirk upon those lips.
"Boo. I see you, Henry." Comes the haunting voice as Walter now could see those tears on the cheeks of the poor man.
"Ah! Walter... P-please... Haven't you done enough?" Henry pleads with the other. Obviously he did not need more pain.
"What? Stopping?" Walter questions in a dark tone as he narrows those eyes to the weaker man. Shoulder length dirty blonde hair hanging down over his shoulders and face like curtains. "...I'm just beginning... With you."
God had forsaken Henry... Didn't he? The poor man shedding tears of pain as he glances up to the taller form that loomed over his form. Walter would not let him sleep. He wouldn't even let him have peace. As long as Henry was inside this apartment and part of the 21 Sacraments...he was never free. The same went for those within the apartment complex of South Ashfield Heights. Walter taking Henry's wrist and pulling the younger man into his embrace as the flashlight was placed along the counter. Henry felt his warmth slip away from his body as he was pulled into this death's embrace. What was this? Waltz of the Damned? Walter soon taking that chin of Henry's into those fingers as he was forced to glance up.
"What makes you so special?" Walter asks in a ominous voice. Something was bound to happen between the two. A bloodied finger smearing Cynthia's blood upon Henry's cheek. "Heh."
Henry shuddered as he saw the red liquid upon those fingers of the killer's. Blood. He knew it had to be blood. Whose? "...W-what?" He whispers weakly to Walter's question.
"You are my final sacrifice, my Receiver of Wisdom." Walter explains as he kisses at Henry's bottom lip gently at first. "You'll enjoy the time you have left."
Henry hated to be called such a name. Especially by Walter. The other man was going to kill him in the end. No. Walter would not kill Henry. He would not allow the other to even do so. But... He was soon scooped up from the counter and carried in Walter's arms. The brunette meeps as he suddenly found himself holding onto Walter around the neck. This was something he wouldn't usually do. Walter was carrying him down the hall. Down the hall to the bathroom. 'Oh God...' Henry thought. Walter was going to carry him into the hole. Taking Henry back to the Hell of Walter's world. Henry wanted to escape. Escape this soon to be torment or worse...death.
"No... Walter... Please reconsider. I don't want to -- " Henry tries to reason with once again but his words were cut short.
Walter places a bloody finger across those soft lips of Henry's in hushing him. The older being moving through the hole with Henry in hand. Down they went into the hole. Deeper into the darkness of the world.
~*~
It was dark when Henry awoke from what seemed to be a dream. Walter had him in the dream. He held Henry down and brought him to... Blurred vision glancing around as he noticed it wasn't a dream. The horrors of waking up on the cold damp floor along the turnstiles of the subway. Ghost's moaning and reaching out for the man laying upon the floor. Henry was on the floor. The sound of something like water dripping down onto the pavement could be heard. Those hazel eyes looking around as he noticed he was cuffed to the pole in the middle. His clothes had been removed. The embarrassment of it all. Where was Walter? That was the important question.
Swallowing spit back down his throat, Henry whimpers as he rattles the handcuffs that were viciously holding his wrists to the post. "HELP! SOMEBODY!" Cries the desperate soul.
All he could hear now was the sounds of the roaming souls of the damned that Walter placed here. The ghosts roaming the Subway world. And then he noticed it. The body with the head facing the ground. That black hair...crawling... His heart froze at that. He was stuck for dead here if Cynthia's ghost was about to kill him here! Henry struggles with the metal that restrains his wrists. The metal was cutting into his circulation as he continues to rattle and make noise. Forget about attention... The ghost was coming right for him. This was it... He was nude in this world and surrounded by the ghosts of those Walter had killed. Now his punishment was soon to smite him for not saving the victim.
"SAVE ME! SAVE ME! GOD DAMN YOU!" Henry calls out to some unknown being or form that lurked around this world. Walter had to be somewhere. What was the other man wanting?! "WALTER! GOD DAMN YOU! SAVE ME!!!" Henry begged for rescue from this soon to be death.
A form steps out in front of the ghost as Walter stood in front of Henry's naked body. A hand out in front of his body as he took the revolver and fired a silver bullet at the ghost. "Stay down, you worthless bitch. You are in my world now." He said with little care about any ghost.
Henry blinks a few times as he was in shock. What the hell just happened?! His chest heaving as he took in deep breathes of air. Oh the horror... He was doomed to be haunted for the death of the woman he couldn't even save. Tears trailing down those cheeks of his as he looks to the man before his form. Coughing on his own spit as he looks to Walter. The other holding a revolver in the left hand. He didn't want to be shot. He was nude... Nothing even to slow the blow down from the bullet.
Walter glances over his shoulder as green eyes narrow into dangerous slits. There before his eyes was the prey once again. Turning back to face those ghosts that dared to touch this man. "Any of you fuckers dare touch him... I'll have you die again! And fucking again! You hear me! NO. TOUCHING. HIM." Demands Walter to the damned souls.
"...Please... Let go. I want back home. On the bed... PLEASE." Henry whispers pitifully to Walter. Those pleas would go by deaf ears as Walter would never listen.
Once he had dealt with the ghosts, Walter turns to face Henry like a vicious wolf whom had found his prey. Stepping closer to the other with slow paced steps. The killer kneeling down to take up a wet tear along Henry's dampened cheek. Those green eyes glancing into hazels. He likes that look upon Henry's face. It shown who was who in this situation. A hand reaches down along that nice toned chest of Henry's. Down it went pass the stomach and below the waist line. Walter giving a cruel smile as he looks to Henry. Such a delicious form. The hand stopping right at the base of the weaker man's shaft.
"Moan for me..." He commands Henry as he squeezes the shaft.
Henry groaned as he felt the tight squeeze. A small cry was given in return instead of a moan.
"Moan for me, Henry! Don't whine." Walter growls in annoyance as the other did not obey his command.
The hand begins to slowly move up along the other's shaft as those bloodied fingers coat the flesh within the hand in the blood of the dead. Wait till Walter told whose blood that was. Walter continues to stroke along the heated flesh that hardened slowly within his touch. Henry's body would betray him once again for the killer. Another squeeze to the sensitive shaft.
"Moan for me... Moan." He commands Henry once again.
Henry chokes back a cry at the squeezing. The other stroking along his growing erection. A small hint of a moan being coaxed out. "Mn. W-Walter..."
That was shit but Walter would let it slide. "Good boy... Good Henry. A little louder next time."
Again the hand moves along the hardening flesh within its grasp. The blood coating it so beautifully. Walter continues to stroke as the pace quickens. Small jerks become apparent now. The other hand moving down below the testicles and kneading the two within the palm of the hand. Walter watching Henry's reactions. Each tear that fell. Each whimper. Each desperate glance he gave. All of these were what he wanted.
Henry was beginning to cave into the temptation of the other. Why must he want the killer of everyone around him? Why must he want the other? Walter was inhumanly beautiful for a man that was a killer. An immortal form of his true self.
"Oh God!" He gasps suddenly as green eyes slid shut.
"Open your eyes, Henry. I want to see into those passageways of the soul." Hisses Walter.
Henry couldn't open those eyes now. He was afraid to. The hand upon his now erect cock was squeezing and stroking viciously. Somehow he had made Walter angry. The one hand that had been massaging his testicles stopped and immediately went for the anus. Two fingers begin to push through the rim of the entrance. No mercy...
"Aaahn! P-Pain...!" Henry yelps in terror at the new found fingers inside of his tightness.
"You didn't do as I SAID." Walter spat at the other before him with venom within that tone.
The fingers worked in and out of Henry's ass. He slips a third finger in with the two. Relentlessly he plunged those fingers in and out of the small hole. He didn't care if Henry was going to cry. The killer was here to make play-time hell with a small taste of pleasure. He noticed something that caught his fancy. Grabbing an old beer bottle laying upon the cold pavement, Walter removes those fingers.
"Play-time for me begins now!" He hisses to the other.
Henry didn't know whether to be in shock or happy. This obviously did not strike his fancy. The fingers already making the tight hole sting with such rubbing against. It would only make the anus raw around the rim.
The fingers were not there any longer. No... Something far worse would be introduced inside that anus of Henry's. Walter moves the man's ankles up into the air as he positioned the bottle for a rough dive. When ready, Walter shoves the bottle from the slender neck where the top was inside of the tight hole. Plunging it inside of the younger man's anus and now relentlessly giving his ass one hell of a time. The bottle moving out with force and shoved back in with the same flow. Walter did not spare any mercy to his prey as he relentless ass-raped Henry with the bottle.
"You didn't fucking moan! You didn't!" He hissed within Henry's hearing as he cackles and continues his torture of the younger man.
~*~
Within fifteen minutes of the painful process of having a bottle rape his anus, Henry was withering and crying for a savior out there. Crying for someone to save him. But there was no one there but Walter. Walter and these ghosts...
The final hour of the torture as Walter gave one more thrust with the bottle inside of the hole as blood slid along the frame of the bottle. That finally thrust made Henry scream out for mercy as he releases his seed within the hand upon his shaft. Walter growls lowly as Henry releases the stream of semen into the open. The killer forcing the erect penis to face Henry's way as the cum sprayed over the chest of the prey. Bits of the sticky hot seed catching onto the lips and a cheek of Henry's.
Henry whimpers softly at the sudden feel of hot seed spraying upon his exposed torso. The cum sticky and there upon his chest... Those eyes open slowly as he glances up to Walter. The other being had did his job. Walter was done for now with his 'comforting' touches to the poor soul.
"Where...a-are you going?" Henry whimpers softly as he asks.
"You know... Got to keep up my work for Mother. Soon, Henry..." Walter chuckles evilly as he walks off down a turn within the subway.
Henry was left for dead here chained still to the turnstile. The bottle laying to the side with blood sliding inside and on the out. His ass was swollen from such a brutal punishment. The rattling begins again as Henry tries desperately to free his wrists. Cynthia's ghost now getting back up from her painful gun wound. But what would a ghost care? The hair beginning to move up as it was like a vicious snake. Ready to choke its first victim.
"Oh god! Oh please! Let me live!" Henry wails as he begins to look around for anything to save his life with. He heard something metal hit the ground from his chest.
That was odd... Hazel eyes glancing to the ground next to his left side as he looks for the metallic item. It was the key! The damn key to the handcuffs! He couldn't even reach the key! Henry was being cursed with this plight! Walter did this to him on purpose... Henry was going to die... Right after he was ass-raped by a damned bottle.
"WHY! I want to live..." He whispers in defeat.
The ghost was coming closer to his naked form upon the ground. Closer and closer Cynthia's ghost comes... Henry without anything to protection AT ALL. Suddenly there was another gunshot. It was not the same gun but a handgun. Walter firing a few bullets into the ghost's skull. Reaching down to pick up the key, Walter unclasps the cuffs and lets them hit the ground.
"You better get a move on... The ghosts are catching up." He chuckles as Walter motions towards the door that leads inside the safe room with another hole in it.
"But...my clothes..." Henry questions.
"..." A smirk upon those lips. "Too bad. Now go." Walter demands as he points over.
Henry was left with little on options there. Walter would not allow him to leave the world with ANY clothes on. Nude and aching, Henry took his leave. Standing up slowly, his form shakes from the cold damp air caressing his nude form. The Receiver of Wisdom moving of slowly toward the room. He made up for the sluggish pace as he picks up speed. Henry was regretting it as well. The searing pain down at his bottom was throbbing.
"Almost..." He reaches for the door knob and turns it to quickly step inside. The man moving over to the hole and stepping through without a second thought or glance.
~*~
The sound of his phone ringing woke Henry up the next morning. The man laying upon the bed as the light of the sun trickles in from the blinds. Hazel eyes opening as he glances at the clock on the nightstand. It reads exactly as it says... Twelve Forty P.M.
"Was it a dream? A horrible dream..." Comes the murmur of the man. Henry reaches over as he picks up the phone. Static coming through and then a faint chuckle with a voice he knew all too well.
"Take care of your body for me... Next time, I'll be a lot harder on you." Walter's voice sounds and then a click. Static came back through.
Henry hung up the phone and wraps his arms around himself. Sitting up carefully on the bed, he sighed. A cold cold shower would be nice... And maybe some medicine to sooth the throbbing pain down there he felt. It wasn't a dream. Henry was about to die in that world... And he was saved.
"...I suppose... I should thank you..." The photographer whispers before slipping off the bed and going to the bathroom. This was not going to end until he was finally in Walter's grasp. The demented killer holding him soon... A push of the curtains as he turns on the water. At least this 'nightmare' was over.