Get Psycho

Get Psycho

Chapter 14: My Angel without wings

written by: Satanspinner67

Sleepy eyes were pampered in early sunlight as they opened. The day was new but the nightmare drowning his thoughts was the same.

The Sayian rose from his spot on the couch against his lover and shifted there as he wrapped his arms around himself tightly.

They had spent all night looking for Kakkarot's oldest child but found not a trace of him. Soon after they informed the authorities, they promised to handle it. And it was the hardest thing for Vegeta to take the younger Sayian man home empty handed, with no more family to call his own anymore. It put a slight hole in Vegeta's heart to know he could never fill that space, but still he would try. For all the pride and arrogance inside him, he still felt a need to love Goku. And this was a need he was not going to deny any longer.

Vegeta turned and brushed a hand across the face of the sleeping angel.

Tear tracks spelled the pain stirring in his soul and the frown jammed into his features was a sign of his beginning destruction.

Tears came to the prince's eyes as he stood silently and made his way to the kitchen.

He as well had lost everything he ever cared about and he was dying inside now.

Utterly alone.

~ ~ ~

"So, how are things going for you?"

Goku shifted slightly were he sat and put his hands between his knees. Slowly he looked up at his friend and smiled.

"There.... umm....there fine. I'm just so happy you could be here while Vegeta was out with the police. I-I just know....that they will find Gohan...he h-has to be safe...he has to be..." The Sayian trailed off as tears came to his eyes.

Yamcha pushed his hair behind his ear and brushed his fingers across an ugly scar lingering over his cheek before letting it slide back into his pocket.

"Goku..." He whispered the name in a gentle tone. They had been friends for such a long time and it was hard to see him like this when no such thing was heard of. Part of him wanted to reach out and hold the younger man, but then another part was afraid of these rare tears.

So, he stood. He was still and watched as the man before him fought away his very own pain.

"I'm fine, really." He looked up at Yamcha, again, smiling. The older man refused to meet his gaze.

"Right...well, what have the cops said about all this?" Goku shook his head in disappointment

"They've said nothing. Absolutely fucking nothing." Yamcha raised an eyebrow at the swear word but brushed the thought away as Goku's fists tightened where they were.

"Nothing like it was fine with me not to knoothiothing like I didn't deserve it." A tear trailed from his left eye as he began to tremble.

Ring

The two jumped when the eerie silence was broken.

Goku leapt from the couch and ran to the phone.

"Hello?" His voice was urgent and needy.

"Mr. Son? This is Agent Tyler. We believe we found your son." The tone held in every word the agent spouted was emotionless as always, but Goku couldn't help but believe...

"You did!? Oh, thank God! Is he alright!? When is he coming home!? Can I come get-"

"Mr. Son....he's not alive." He felt his heart rip into pieces and fall into veinveins, infecting him with a pain and despair he thought was impossible. He couldn’t hide these tears.

"W-what? No...no...it can't be true..."

"We're pretty sure it is. When we were questioning a girl ran up to us. She seemed to be distraught, afraid of something. So, I took her to the side and she told me there was a dead man in a trash bin only a few miles from here."

He stopped to take a breath as Goku muffled his tear
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"She told me that someone in a clown mask had thrown it in the fire for them...He made a quick exit and soon after he was gone the bag started to scream and thrash around. They tried to get him out but it was too late by the time he had stop moving long enough for them to grab a hold of him. And-"

"That's enough....I-I don't want to hear anymore...p-please...stop..."

"Mr. Son, this is no time to stop. I'm sorry for your loss, but if you wish to find the man who took the ones you care for away from you, you must listen." The statement was almost the most painful he had made. Was he being weak for not wanting this news? For not wanting to catch this monster? For wanting to just curl up and die? Maybe...

"Fine, go on."

"Yes, well, we went to go get the bag and we pulled him out. He was badly burned, but we suspect that it was the smoke that suffocated him because we could still make out a great deal of his features. And on his chest...there was a message." The silence was piercing through Goku. Fear again overtaking him. He knew the end was so close, there was barely anyone left...but why?

"It said something that didn't make much since....it was like a twisted love letter.

"What did it say!?"

"'To my love,

My very angel from above,

I give you this gift of heart.

To celebrate the rebirth of something new as you fall apart.

Because of you I have no regrets of this sin.

To my love,

My angel from above,

We will be together again.

On the two third minutes of the two third hours.

Look for me when the sweet goes sour.

And we will descend into heaven as the rest ascend into hell.

Listen for the bells.

To my love,

My angel form above.

You’re mine forever.'"

Goku was silent. What was it all supposed to mean? Thank God some of it was pretty clear but the parts that weren't seemed to be the most important parts.

"Mr. Son?" He was pulled from his thoughts as the voice cut through his mind. He put both of his hands on the phone and held tightly as he slid down the wall beside him.

"I'm here..."

"Good. Do you have any idea what any of this could mean?" He inhaled.

"No, I'm sorry."

"Well, this young lady said that the clown mask had a jester hat attached to it. It had large bells hanging from the tips.

"I understand..."

"We will be over shortly, Mr. Son. But in the mean time you have someone there with you, right?"

"Yes."

"Good. We'll see you soon. Goodbye."

Goku hung up the phone before responding. Sitting on the cold tile he began to shake. Was it really over? Everything he ever wanted or worked for? So many foes he had fought, so many things he had over come, and his life was withering into nothing at the hands of some faceless......HUMAN!!!!

His lips parted over his clenching teeth and he shoved his hands into his hair, pulling at it harshly.
"Why!? Why did it have to be him!? Why did it have to be us!?" A string of screams followed the sentence and he slammed his back into the wall behind him, almost unable to sit still with the rage and agony surging through him.

Yamcha ran into the room and crouched beside his friend wrapping his arms around him. They began to rock at a soothing pace and Goku wept into the older male's shoulder.

"Goku, what happened? What's going on?" His voice didn't seem to cut through the drowning cries but he had to try anyway.

"Shhhh...." Yamcha's hands ran across the broad back, tracing over every curve and muscle.

"I don't like seeing you like this." Gently he pulled the Sayians face from his shoulder and held his cheeks softly. His thumbs rubbing at the pale skin lightly. Hot tears soaked his fingers and a comforting smile formed on his lips.

"It's going to be alright. There is nothing you've ever come across that you couldn't beat. There is nothing that stands in your way. Now, this might be different, but you still have some of your friends here by your side and with us next to you, you can go on. You HAVE to go on for the others and I promise to help you any way I can." Goku had never heardh swh sweet words leave the bandit's lips before, but it was wonderful.

Maybe this was why Bulma had stayed with him so long.

He was such a good friend....

Goku hugged him again as his tears began to subside.

But the two knew nothing of the person watching them....

~ ~ ~

That no good, piece of fucking shit! He's holding him....the man I love, the man I worked so hard for.....God, look at those tears...he's so beautiful covered in his own terror.

The smell of blood surrounds me as I shift from my spot on the floor. I think he'll be in tears again when he finds this mess.

So much of my dream has been achieved, and my main goal is not far off.

I lean down and brush my gloved hand over his face. And now he's gone...the other....that bastard who mistreated my love so often. Well...that's over now. Instead of being pushed down, I will pull you up. Instead of yelling I will whisper to you.

But, still, I must wait for now.

~ ~ ~

Yamcha pulled Goku from his spot on the floor and wrapped his arm around the Sayian's waist as he helped him to the couch.

He set him down carefully and slowly sat beside him.

"I'm sorry, Yamcha. I shouldn't have over-reacted like that." Yamcha gave him a smile

"Over-reacting? You are doing no such thing. But you need to be calm for yourself and your family." The long haired man reached over and stroked his friends back again.

"I just feel sot...t...this is so....hard..." Tears came to him again and he let himself fall into the other man's arms as the pain inside him began to scream.

In those arms, he cried himself to sleep.

~ ~ ~

The house was quiet and the sunset placed a beautiful glow over the locked windows. Yamcha sighed to himself.

Goku had finally fallen into a deep enough sleep to be carried to his room. Still, even then the older man stayed with him, unable to let go of this person he truly cared for.

It was true that it hurt him deeply to see this man in such a condition, but what scared him the most was that he soon much not be there for him, and God knows he could NEVER trust Vegeta with the Sayians broken heart.

His hand slide idly behind his head as he tried to rub the pounding of fatigue and hunger away.

Speaking of which, some food might do him some good and it would be nice for Goku too whenever he woke up.

Yamcha strolled from the bottom of the stairs to the kitchen, ideas of chicken soup, or pizza, or sandwiches flowing over his thoughts.

But the sweet imaginary aromas soon stopped as his shoes hit they hit the tile.

The pantry door was open wide and a thick trail of blood and dirt came out from it, weaving all the way to the laundry room around the corner.

He was still but his heart seemed to give him away, speeding against the lack of breath and the lingering stench of fear.

A noise.

Something was being stuffed into the washing machine.

'Please, don't hear me.....don't hear me...' his mind played like a broken record and he swallowed hard.

The sound stopped.

It was all over now.

He had to run....

RUN!!

Yamcha turned on his heel and sped from the room, slamming into chairs and couch side tables, trying to get to the door, to get to help.

He fell.

His head smacked against the wall closest to him and his vision blurred. The human blinked as his eyelids got heavier. Slowly, the man looked up and there was a person.

"Goku...." No, not him......it was someone else....someone in a mask..? he fhe figure reached out and snatched up the collar of Yamcha's baggy shirt.

"Are you still hungry?" The voice was mocking but slightly familiar. Yamcha was pulled from the ground and held in the air, barely able to breathe.

"Help...." His voice was meek as he ht uht unconsciousness.

"No one can hear you." Laughter followed the sentence.

They were moving now; the sound of hard floor against boots was obvious. The kitchen? Back to the kitchen?

"Well, you might not me hungry anymore, but I am." Yamcha's body met the cold marble of the counter top and he heard the figure shift before opening something...a drawer....

The sound of metal on metal was sickening as the monster pulled out item after item.

There was silence.

"Open your eyes." He had to listen....he had to open his eyes....but it was so hard...

"I said OPEN YOUR EYES!" The screaming demands pushed him deeper into his darkness, but he had to try. Slowly his lids slid open and the grinning mask met his gaze.

"Good boy. Now, remember not to scream." Yamcha was confused.... What was happening? His lips parted slightly and his lips stretched over his teeth about to speak.

But suddenly, the figure pulled a knife from hiher her hand and shoved it into the open mouth and throat, pinning the human tightly to the hard surface under him.

Blood flooded over Yamcha’s tongue and slipped into his lungs as he tried to scream.

"I told you to stay quiet."

He pulled another blade from hind, nd, impaling Yamcha's left wrist.

"But you just wouldn't listen."

Another into his right wrist.

"Doesn't matter though, you truly deserve this."

Another into his left thigh.

"You touched." ."

Another into his right thigh.

"The man I love."

Another into his left ankle.

"But remember this now."

And one in his right ankle.

"Goku's mine." The figure flung the harsh disposition aside and seemed to glow as they admired their 'work'.

"See, now, that wasn't so bad...but it will be." The cheer faded away as they walked slowly closer. Tears lined Yamcha's face as his face began to turn red and his lips white.

"Poor thing you can't breath....oh, well. You don't have to breathe to taste good." In one quick motion, the figure bent down, grabbed his victim’s leg, and bit into it.

God, Yamcha wanted to scream so badly, but all he could do was cry and cower helplessly.

The monster lifted their head and ripped off a good piece of flelonglong with it.

The human struggled as his leg twitched and winced in the blanket of blood.

The clown mask stared at him as the shredded skin slid the rest of the way under the red drenched plastic.

Soon, they bent their head again for another bite. Then another and another. The world was silent behind the sound of tearing flesh and the washing machine.

His mind went black.

~ ~ ~

It was late when Goku woke up.

He wa his his bed, and it was very unclear how he got there but it didn't matter. There was a cold feeling around him as he stood and walked to the door.

The sound of the blender drifted up the stairs and Goku smiled as he thought of Vegeta in front of it, pouring in random sweets and milk then turning and smiling at his lover as he entered the doorway.

His paced quickened, ready to see his love again.

The stairs soon disappeared from under his feet and he ran across the carpet, sliding into the kitchen with out even looking.

He lifted his arm and placed his hand behind his head ready to meet the older Sayian with a cheery smile.

"Good morning Veg-" He stopped in mid sentence as he stepped in something sticky and wet on the floor. Carefully, he lowered his head and opened his ebony eyes.

His foot was covered in blood that was thrown about the room.

Goku turned his head to look at the blender and tears flowed down his cheeks as he began to shake.

Yamcha's body was pinned to the counter top and most of the meat on him was gone, including his face, which was spinning about in the blender in a soup of colors.

Then something on the ceiling fan caught his eye.

It was Yamcha's shoes tied together and thrown over one of the fan's limbs, the feet still in them, and a large piece of bone was stapled into the brown leather.

In blood it read

'CAGE'

Who was Cage? Was he another killer? Oh....God....

Goku collapsed on the floor, blood splashing up on his face making him scream louder. This was his fault! He should have been protecting Yamcha! He should have been awake! Now, someone else is dead and it's all HIS FUCKING FAULT!!!!

The sound of the front door slamming mixed with his screams and familiar arms swung around the Sayian.

Vegeta.

Goku turned and cried into his chest, clinging onto his strong arms.

"Vegeta....I-I-"

"Don't worry," A smile set into the lush lips of the prince and a fire was set in his eyes that was not quite like him.

"Everything is fine now.....Goku."

To be continued...