Get Psycho
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Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
Chapters:
21
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3,541
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39
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Let these wires love you
Get Psycho
Chapter 18: Let these wires love you
How long had Anton walked the streets? More like how long had he walked carelessly past you, knowing you would soon be at his mercy? 29 years. Too damn long is you asked him, but if you knew who he was and asked of it... you wouldn’t be asking anyone a question ever again.
Anton... age 29. Blonde hair, green eyes, perfect smile, brilliant and charming. Who would have thought that within those emerald orbs...
Anton Rellikeht sat at his desk, papers in his hands, and nothing on his mind but a mess of emptiness. He let a sigh fall from his lips as he set the papers down.
These files were useless to him, he already knew who the killer was. He knew all along and he had everyone in the palm of his hand. A smile worked it’s way across his face as he glanced over at his partner who was completely oblivious to his true self. Alex’s eyes met his, questioning the smile. Before a word was spoken Anton stood up, grasping his suit jacket and quickly put it on. “Come on, you look worn. Nothing a little coffee can’t cure.”
Alex knew he was right, his eyelids were sticking every time he blinked. He stood up, watching in amusement as his friend tried to unroll the sleeves of his shirt from under the sleeve of his coat.
“This happens a lot, maybe you should stop rolling up the sleeves in the first place.” Anton had never seemed to be able to keep his body cool. He was always hot and had his sleeves rolled up even when it was freezing. He was immune to the cold he guessed. Anton let his lip draw up.
“Maybe you should stop smoking.” Alex frowned at this, but he knew it was true. His bad habit.... besides biting his nails constantly.
“Some day... some day...” The detective picked up some of the files on his desk and placed them within a drawer, his desk now clear of everything but a pen. Anton’s was the same, minus the pen. They both valued cleanliness, so they got along perfectly. After 3 years of being partners... They had became best friends. They respected one another, knew each other’s family, spent time together when they weren’t working, knew of each other’s sex life and sometimes the lacking of it. Alex had thought he knew his friend... but you can never know every secret.
Anton insisted he drive them there. With a shrug, Alex got into the passenger side of the black truck. Strapping himself in and letting his eyes slide shut as the engine came to life.
~ ~ ~
When Alex awoke, he didn’t know where the hell he was. He blinked in confusion, his eyes tried to flicker around but he found them slower than his movement. Pale hands tried to wrench free of the wire that held them down but the pain that appeared as he did so, told him someone didn’t want him to escape. He found words at his lips yet they were not silenced. “HEY!” He shouted, calling for anyone. His voice echoed through the building. The walls a cruel and blinding white. “Whe-“
“I can answer your questions, perhaps if you lowered your voice and ask... nicely....” A voice came from the left; he could sense the smirk upon his captor’s face. He knew that voice... but something was different... The emotions behind it were... so... Alex didn’t know how to describe it, but the only thing that came close to it was evil.
“Anton? Where are you? What the fuck is going on?!” he let his hands clench tightly into a fist. Not wanting to believe what was going on.
Was Anton... Finch?
“I once again can answer those. Your voice being raised is not threatening to me. I doubt it would be to a 5 year old.” His so-called friend stepped into his eyesight, his eyes a darker shade of emerald, and his right hand was behind his back, hidden from sight. Alex gave no reply as Anton stood there, eyebrow cocked and a smile on his face. “I didn’t hear a ‘please’ in that statement.” Anton stepped closer and fear rose inside of Alex, one he had never felt before. “Say it, you know I like it when they beg.” Alex’s lip raised in disgust.
“Please.” he said coldly and watched as the blonde frowned.
“Is that the best you can do? I think I can make you do a better job... you’ll be screaming it of course. Would you like it better that way?” Alex shook his head. “Good.”
“Pretty please with a cherry on top.”
Anton laughed at this. “You know me too well...” His eyes narrowed. “And I know you.” His hand came from behind his back, a cup of coffee in his hand. “I said we were going to get coffee. Didn’t say where now did I? I trust you won’t do anything... human.” Alex’s eyebrows drew together. He didn’t understand for a moment but just as he did his frown deepened.
“I won’t do anything stupid.”
“Good. Because if you do... well... you’ve seen my victims...” He took the wire off of the brunette’s arms with ease and handed him the cup of coffee. Alex stood up and took the coffee from him. He was hesitant to drink it. “No need to worry about poison.. It’s not my style.”
Alex laughed at that and shrugged. He was dead anyways. He took a gulp of the coffee and felt a small smile moved across his face as warmth filled his body.
“I suspect you are wondering where you are and why you are here. You are very far away from home. Not in Kansas anymore.” He smirked at this, Alex didn’t find it the least bit humorous. “Even if you did try to escape, there is absolutely no way you can. I have the only key and yet I don’t even have it.” His warm smile was almost comforting to Alex and it chilled him to the bone.
Alex once again found no words. Questions plagued his mind and almost caused a strange sickness to rise. “Silence is not always a bad thing, you know.”
“I thought...” Alex’s bottom lip quivered as he held back tears of anger.
“Whatever you thought, was wrong. I’d say I’m sorry... but I do not know the feeling.” He looked to the watch on his wrist. “Sad to say I have to go. I have important things to attend to.” At this he smirked, and his eyes lowered. “I’m almost sad to say you have to go back into the chair.” Alex’s eyes went wide.
“No... I’m fine here. You said you have the key. I obviously can’t get out.” Anton’s eyes narrowed.
“Your pathetic attempts to persuade me aren’t working. Sit down or I’ll make you.” Alex’s eyes slid shut for a moment.
“Alright, I’ll sit down.” He moved to the chair and sat down as Anton followed him.
“That wasn’t so hard now was it?” Alex scowled and turned away as Anton tied his wrist to the arm rest of the chair with wire. “There. Comfy?” Alex said nothing and leaned his head back. Anton turned with a frown and moved towards the door.
“I know where you’re going...” Anton didn’t look back at his friend.
“I know you do.” A smile crawled across his face as he opened the door, then slammed it shut.
Right as the door shut, Alex opened his eyes and glanced around the room. He tried to get his arms free but found it harder than it looked. He sighed and wiggled his arms back and forth, slowly building up sweat and blood that had appeared from the wire cutting into his skin.
After about 30 minutes of struggling, Alex freed himself from the wires. His arms bloody, but he didn’t care. He had to get out of there and save Mr. Son... He glanced towards the door and sighed heavily. This was going to be a long night.
~ ~ ~
Agent Tyler forced a smile as Detective Rellikeht walked in. A worried expression on his face and a hello on his lips. “You called.”
Anton stopped in front of the agent, appearing to almost loom over the brunette because of his height. “Yeah... we have a problem. Mr. Briefs has been telling us we need to bring Mr. Son into custody because he’s in danger and I feel as if he is too. I’d like you to go get him and bring him here as quickly as possible. Understand?” Anton nodded sharply.
“Yes Sir.” He turned away, a smile coming to his face, unseen by the others.
Oh what a night this would be.
~ ~ ~
Alex slammed his shoulder into the door again, it didn’t budge. With tears from pain and anger running down his face, he put all his weight into the door, and was not surprised when he fell back to the ground. He yelled in frustration and hit his fist into the floor. Not noticing the throbbing pain that had started.
Alex stood up and stayed in place, trying to figure out what Anton had meant by him having the key but not really having it.
He hadn’t checked his pockets, maybe he had something in them that could pick the lock. He quickly reached into the front pocket of his shirt and grasped something cold and metal. He held it up and grinned. Anton hadn’t expected him to look in his pocket. He held the silver key in his hand.
To be continued...
Agent 182 and SatanSpinner67: Thanks for reading
Chapter 18: Let these wires love you
How long had Anton walked the streets? More like how long had he walked carelessly past you, knowing you would soon be at his mercy? 29 years. Too damn long is you asked him, but if you knew who he was and asked of it... you wouldn’t be asking anyone a question ever again.
Anton... age 29. Blonde hair, green eyes, perfect smile, brilliant and charming. Who would have thought that within those emerald orbs...
Anton Rellikeht sat at his desk, papers in his hands, and nothing on his mind but a mess of emptiness. He let a sigh fall from his lips as he set the papers down.
These files were useless to him, he already knew who the killer was. He knew all along and he had everyone in the palm of his hand. A smile worked it’s way across his face as he glanced over at his partner who was completely oblivious to his true self. Alex’s eyes met his, questioning the smile. Before a word was spoken Anton stood up, grasping his suit jacket and quickly put it on. “Come on, you look worn. Nothing a little coffee can’t cure.”
Alex knew he was right, his eyelids were sticking every time he blinked. He stood up, watching in amusement as his friend tried to unroll the sleeves of his shirt from under the sleeve of his coat.
“This happens a lot, maybe you should stop rolling up the sleeves in the first place.” Anton had never seemed to be able to keep his body cool. He was always hot and had his sleeves rolled up even when it was freezing. He was immune to the cold he guessed. Anton let his lip draw up.
“Maybe you should stop smoking.” Alex frowned at this, but he knew it was true. His bad habit.... besides biting his nails constantly.
“Some day... some day...” The detective picked up some of the files on his desk and placed them within a drawer, his desk now clear of everything but a pen. Anton’s was the same, minus the pen. They both valued cleanliness, so they got along perfectly. After 3 years of being partners... They had became best friends. They respected one another, knew each other’s family, spent time together when they weren’t working, knew of each other’s sex life and sometimes the lacking of it. Alex had thought he knew his friend... but you can never know every secret.
Anton insisted he drive them there. With a shrug, Alex got into the passenger side of the black truck. Strapping himself in and letting his eyes slide shut as the engine came to life.
~ ~ ~
When Alex awoke, he didn’t know where the hell he was. He blinked in confusion, his eyes tried to flicker around but he found them slower than his movement. Pale hands tried to wrench free of the wire that held them down but the pain that appeared as he did so, told him someone didn’t want him to escape. He found words at his lips yet they were not silenced. “HEY!” He shouted, calling for anyone. His voice echoed through the building. The walls a cruel and blinding white. “Whe-“
“I can answer your questions, perhaps if you lowered your voice and ask... nicely....” A voice came from the left; he could sense the smirk upon his captor’s face. He knew that voice... but something was different... The emotions behind it were... so... Alex didn’t know how to describe it, but the only thing that came close to it was evil.
“Anton? Where are you? What the fuck is going on?!” he let his hands clench tightly into a fist. Not wanting to believe what was going on.
Was Anton... Finch?
“I once again can answer those. Your voice being raised is not threatening to me. I doubt it would be to a 5 year old.” His so-called friend stepped into his eyesight, his eyes a darker shade of emerald, and his right hand was behind his back, hidden from sight. Alex gave no reply as Anton stood there, eyebrow cocked and a smile on his face. “I didn’t hear a ‘please’ in that statement.” Anton stepped closer and fear rose inside of Alex, one he had never felt before. “Say it, you know I like it when they beg.” Alex’s lip raised in disgust.
“Please.” he said coldly and watched as the blonde frowned.
“Is that the best you can do? I think I can make you do a better job... you’ll be screaming it of course. Would you like it better that way?” Alex shook his head. “Good.”
“Pretty please with a cherry on top.”
Anton laughed at this. “You know me too well...” His eyes narrowed. “And I know you.” His hand came from behind his back, a cup of coffee in his hand. “I said we were going to get coffee. Didn’t say where now did I? I trust you won’t do anything... human.” Alex’s eyebrows drew together. He didn’t understand for a moment but just as he did his frown deepened.
“I won’t do anything stupid.”
“Good. Because if you do... well... you’ve seen my victims...” He took the wire off of the brunette’s arms with ease and handed him the cup of coffee. Alex stood up and took the coffee from him. He was hesitant to drink it. “No need to worry about poison.. It’s not my style.”
Alex laughed at that and shrugged. He was dead anyways. He took a gulp of the coffee and felt a small smile moved across his face as warmth filled his body.
“I suspect you are wondering where you are and why you are here. You are very far away from home. Not in Kansas anymore.” He smirked at this, Alex didn’t find it the least bit humorous. “Even if you did try to escape, there is absolutely no way you can. I have the only key and yet I don’t even have it.” His warm smile was almost comforting to Alex and it chilled him to the bone.
Alex once again found no words. Questions plagued his mind and almost caused a strange sickness to rise. “Silence is not always a bad thing, you know.”
“I thought...” Alex’s bottom lip quivered as he held back tears of anger.
“Whatever you thought, was wrong. I’d say I’m sorry... but I do not know the feeling.” He looked to the watch on his wrist. “Sad to say I have to go. I have important things to attend to.” At this he smirked, and his eyes lowered. “I’m almost sad to say you have to go back into the chair.” Alex’s eyes went wide.
“No... I’m fine here. You said you have the key. I obviously can’t get out.” Anton’s eyes narrowed.
“Your pathetic attempts to persuade me aren’t working. Sit down or I’ll make you.” Alex’s eyes slid shut for a moment.
“Alright, I’ll sit down.” He moved to the chair and sat down as Anton followed him.
“That wasn’t so hard now was it?” Alex scowled and turned away as Anton tied his wrist to the arm rest of the chair with wire. “There. Comfy?” Alex said nothing and leaned his head back. Anton turned with a frown and moved towards the door.
“I know where you’re going...” Anton didn’t look back at his friend.
“I know you do.” A smile crawled across his face as he opened the door, then slammed it shut.
Right as the door shut, Alex opened his eyes and glanced around the room. He tried to get his arms free but found it harder than it looked. He sighed and wiggled his arms back and forth, slowly building up sweat and blood that had appeared from the wire cutting into his skin.
After about 30 minutes of struggling, Alex freed himself from the wires. His arms bloody, but he didn’t care. He had to get out of there and save Mr. Son... He glanced towards the door and sighed heavily. This was going to be a long night.
~ ~ ~
Agent Tyler forced a smile as Detective Rellikeht walked in. A worried expression on his face and a hello on his lips. “You called.”
Anton stopped in front of the agent, appearing to almost loom over the brunette because of his height. “Yeah... we have a problem. Mr. Briefs has been telling us we need to bring Mr. Son into custody because he’s in danger and I feel as if he is too. I’d like you to go get him and bring him here as quickly as possible. Understand?” Anton nodded sharply.
“Yes Sir.” He turned away, a smile coming to his face, unseen by the others.
Oh what a night this would be.
~ ~ ~
Alex slammed his shoulder into the door again, it didn’t budge. With tears from pain and anger running down his face, he put all his weight into the door, and was not surprised when he fell back to the ground. He yelled in frustration and hit his fist into the floor. Not noticing the throbbing pain that had started.
Alex stood up and stayed in place, trying to figure out what Anton had meant by him having the key but not really having it.
He hadn’t checked his pockets, maybe he had something in them that could pick the lock. He quickly reached into the front pocket of his shirt and grasped something cold and metal. He held it up and grinned. Anton hadn’t expected him to look in his pocket. He held the silver key in his hand.
To be continued...
Agent 182 and SatanSpinner67: Thanks for reading