Shadows of life - Chapter 14
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vigorliTitle: Shadows of life - Chapter 14
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obvmluver
Beta: The wonderfullittlegreenleaf.
Rating: NC-17 in the end.
Pairing: Viggo/Karl, eventually Viggo/Orlando
Summary: When everything seems to spiral downwards, is a human being able to rise from the ashes?
Warnings: Violence, if you look closely enough.
Disclaimer: I wish I knew the boys but I don't. I also don't make any profit with this. And I'm truly making things up here.
Crossposted to a lot of places... Please don't nail me for that.
A note: I truly want to thank my beta readerlittlegreenleaf for she's so fast. There really are no words for me to express my gratitude.
Banner made by a good friend, pale80.
CHAPTER INDEX
14
The year 2009 started with a good steak dinner. They were all gathered outside in the back, lots of happy talking and laughter. Orlando was cutting a piece of his steak when he felt a foot touching his. He looked briefly at Viggo who was seated opposite him before dropping his gaze and smiling shyly. Viggo smiled and continued the conversation casually.
Orlando excused himself saying he would go and retrieve more lemon flavoured water from the kitchen. Pushing the chair out of his way Orlando disappeared into the kitchen. He chuckled and shook his head as he put his empty water glass to the counter and opened the fridge door. Pouring himself a glass of water he drank it. He was just about to walk out of the kitchen when an all too familiar figure stepped in his way.
“Look who’s here. Our very own Flower...” came the evil and poisonous voice.
“Karl... What are you doing here?”
“I came to claim what’s mine. Only... there’s one problem needing to be taken care of. You are constantly jumping on my face and you need to be erased. Like bird shit on the windshield of my car. I always, ALWAYS, wash the shit away, Viggo knows that. He’ll know it now as well. He’ll come to his senses.” Karl spoke with a cold voice.
Without a warning he moved forwards fast catching Orlando’s throat. He pushed Orlando so hard the glass dropped to the floor shattering to tiny pieces. That alarmed everyone outside. A strange gurgling sound escaped Orlando’s lips as the vice like grip on his throat tightened.
Orlando clawed Karl’s hand in shock. It was getting more and more difficult to breathe every passing second. Fear started creeping into him. He tried everything he could to make Karl stop but Karl was stronger and taller.
The others burst into the kitchen and froze when they saw what was happening. Karl realized his attempts at erasing Orlando again were destroyed. He fumbled with the napkin inside his breast pocket, found it and placed it on the counter nearby. Then he fished out the bottle of chloroform he had and broke the vial against the counter on top of the napkin. Then he sighed dramatically shaking his head and covered both Orlando’s mouth and his nose with the wet cloth. Orlando’s eyes widened before his eyes rolled upwards in their sockets and he fell limp against Karl. With one relatively small shove he sent Orlando floating through air against the wall where he hit his head. As he slid towards the floor his sleeve caught with a knife holder and knives of various sizes went flying in the air only to end up on the floor with a clatter. Orlando looked like badly stuffed teddy bear sitting on the floor hunched; his legs sprawled in front of him, his arms wide at his side. One of the knives had cut him making a long bleeding wound appear on his palm near his wrist. There was a laceration on his face as well due to a shard left in the napkin.
Karl had realised this was his final opportunity and he was about to bend down, pick one of the knives and finish his task with one single stab. Orlando would be a perfect victim now as he couldn’t fight back. He was stopped by a furious Sean. As soon as Viggo recovered from his initial shock of seeing Orlando helpless against his assailant, he attacked Karl. He was beyond furious, blinded by rage. He managed a direct hit to Karl’s nose before Ian pulled him away, kicking and screaming. He had also cracked his knuckle. Karl’s nose was broken and bleeding.
“Thank you so much, love.” Karl hissed spitting blood. “You broke my nose.”
“Soon I’ll break a lot more.” Viggo yelled enraged.
Once again, for a fleeting moment, regret appeared on Karl’s face and the severity of his actions dawned on him, but it was short lived.
“I’m so much better than him, Viggo. You KNOW! Why can’t we be together? Why?!”
As minutes ticked by Karl became hysterical in Sean’s strong grip. Viggo was panting, his eyes dark.
“You... are not him. You... could never be anything like him. Ever.” Viggo was still struggling to get free but was rapidly getting tired.
Orlando still sat unconscious, a red handprint marring his throat. The tiny bloodstream running over his lips and the small puddle of blood on the floor dripping from Orlando’s fingers hanging about an inch away from the floor made a striking contrast to Orlando’s white shirt and light blue jeans.
TBC...
Author:
obvmluverBeta: The wonderful
littlegreenleaf.Rating: NC-17 in the end.
Pairing: Viggo/Karl, eventually Viggo/Orlando
Summary: When everything seems to spiral downwards, is a human being able to rise from the ashes?
Warnings: Violence, if you look closely enough.
Disclaimer: I wish I knew the boys but I don't. I also don't make any profit with this. And I'm truly making things up here.
Crossposted to a lot of places... Please don't nail me for that.
A note: I truly want to thank my beta reader
littlegreenleaf for she's so fast. There really are no words for me to express my gratitude.
Banner made by a good friend, pale80.CHAPTER INDEX
14
The year 2009 started with a good steak dinner. They were all gathered outside in the back, lots of happy talking and laughter. Orlando was cutting a piece of his steak when he felt a foot touching his. He looked briefly at Viggo who was seated opposite him before dropping his gaze and smiling shyly. Viggo smiled and continued the conversation casually.
Orlando excused himself saying he would go and retrieve more lemon flavoured water from the kitchen. Pushing the chair out of his way Orlando disappeared into the kitchen. He chuckled and shook his head as he put his empty water glass to the counter and opened the fridge door. Pouring himself a glass of water he drank it. He was just about to walk out of the kitchen when an all too familiar figure stepped in his way.
“Look who’s here. Our very own Flower...” came the evil and poisonous voice.
“Karl... What are you doing here?”
“I came to claim what’s mine. Only... there’s one problem needing to be taken care of. You are constantly jumping on my face and you need to be erased. Like bird shit on the windshield of my car. I always, ALWAYS, wash the shit away, Viggo knows that. He’ll know it now as well. He’ll come to his senses.” Karl spoke with a cold voice.
Without a warning he moved forwards fast catching Orlando’s throat. He pushed Orlando so hard the glass dropped to the floor shattering to tiny pieces. That alarmed everyone outside. A strange gurgling sound escaped Orlando’s lips as the vice like grip on his throat tightened.
Orlando clawed Karl’s hand in shock. It was getting more and more difficult to breathe every passing second. Fear started creeping into him. He tried everything he could to make Karl stop but Karl was stronger and taller.
The others burst into the kitchen and froze when they saw what was happening. Karl realized his attempts at erasing Orlando again were destroyed. He fumbled with the napkin inside his breast pocket, found it and placed it on the counter nearby. Then he fished out the bottle of chloroform he had and broke the vial against the counter on top of the napkin. Then he sighed dramatically shaking his head and covered both Orlando’s mouth and his nose with the wet cloth. Orlando’s eyes widened before his eyes rolled upwards in their sockets and he fell limp against Karl. With one relatively small shove he sent Orlando floating through air against the wall where he hit his head. As he slid towards the floor his sleeve caught with a knife holder and knives of various sizes went flying in the air only to end up on the floor with a clatter. Orlando looked like badly stuffed teddy bear sitting on the floor hunched; his legs sprawled in front of him, his arms wide at his side. One of the knives had cut him making a long bleeding wound appear on his palm near his wrist. There was a laceration on his face as well due to a shard left in the napkin.
Karl had realised this was his final opportunity and he was about to bend down, pick one of the knives and finish his task with one single stab. Orlando would be a perfect victim now as he couldn’t fight back. He was stopped by a furious Sean. As soon as Viggo recovered from his initial shock of seeing Orlando helpless against his assailant, he attacked Karl. He was beyond furious, blinded by rage. He managed a direct hit to Karl’s nose before Ian pulled him away, kicking and screaming. He had also cracked his knuckle. Karl’s nose was broken and bleeding.
“Thank you so much, love.” Karl hissed spitting blood. “You broke my nose.”
“Soon I’ll break a lot more.” Viggo yelled enraged.
Once again, for a fleeting moment, regret appeared on Karl’s face and the severity of his actions dawned on him, but it was short lived.
“I’m so much better than him, Viggo. You KNOW! Why can’t we be together? Why?!”
As minutes ticked by Karl became hysterical in Sean’s strong grip. Viggo was panting, his eyes dark.
“You... are not him. You... could never be anything like him. Ever.” Viggo was still struggling to get free but was rapidly getting tired.
Orlando still sat unconscious, a red handprint marring his throat. The tiny bloodstream running over his lips and the small puddle of blood on the floor dripping from Orlando’s fingers hanging about an inch away from the floor made a striking contrast to Orlando’s white shirt and light blue jeans.
TBC...
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Date: 2008-09-30 09:00 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-10-01 05:25 pm (UTC)I have a hunch he'll be watching either the walls of a prison cell OR the cushions of a white padded room. Either way, yay! for Viggo and Orli!
Thankíes! =D
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Date: 2008-10-01 05:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-01 11:38 pm (UTC)As you may imagine Karl needs not to go to a normal prison; he needs to be translated to a place where they keep the Psycho's under lock and key for good!!! He has totally lost it!!!
I just read both chapters 13 and 14 in one go; another chapter like this and you'd killed me... too much tension... but good!!!
Very good chapter but update soon though,
Silverpantera
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Date: 2008-10-02 01:57 pm (UTC)