Board Thread:Fan Fictions/@comment-29206018-20170115150142

Inspired by Tairais's song, Lavender and Roses. This is a future AU where Richard completely lost it and goes full murderstag/Patchwork Prince and burns half of London. Elias and Lewis manage to capture him.

Lavender and Roses

“I don’t think we should do this.” The hesitation in Elias’s voice was all but tangible, as he looked at the thing--the beast on the table.

“We don’t have to, if you don’t want to. You are the closest thing he has to kin, but it’s my recommendation that we proceed.” Lewis stood nearby, syringe in hand it’s green fluid swirling.

“He was mine for a time.” Was they were using past tense now, God! How had they gotten here? How had they gotten here!? The thing on the table chucked, sensing it’s victory, drawing Elias’s eyes and he looked at it, truly looked at it, for the first time.

It laid there,it’s hair now free, sprawled out on the table curing and flowing until everything was blanketed in those reddish-chestnut curls. He loved those curls, the way they smelled of O-zone, the way they comforted Elias’s face when he pressed into that chest. That chest! Oh, how strong and secure it used to be! It was now doused in blood. Everything was doused in blood. His shirt hung in tatters, the sleeves and pant leg flat. His arms, his leg, removed. They laid off to the side, dripping crimson, whispering of the proud destruction that they had wrought. The torso, once a thing of beauty, now laid in pieces strewn about the lab. The beast had been free. London had seen the red of fire, of blood, and of passion--a dark passion. But now, the beast was caged again, held off by string. Elias’s heart hurt to see him--see it like this. Those lips, scared, he once kissed now parted in a smile. It’s teeth pointed, gnashed, craving something to eat. Not food though, it was never hungry for food but for flesh and destruction. This thing wasn’t his agápi, this wasn’t Richard. No. This thing was a monster, a beast waiting to be free of the leather straps that held it down.

Elias cried out, bargaining to the monster to let his heart go, “Maybe he’ll come back! Maybe he’ll come back to me! He’s done this befo--”

“No.” Lewis cut him off before his hopes would build itself into a glass tower, “He’s too far gone, his metaphysical energy screams it. If…” His voice trails off to look at the guilt stricken Elias,  He still blames himself but, in truth we are both to blame, “If we do this, there’s a chance of him coming back. He might be able to accept himself as a whole being again, he could become more human than any man--”

“Oh, cut the crap!” His voice now filled with rage, “It’s you’re fault he’s like this! You kept pushing for this and now you have it! Are you happy? Are you happy with the suffering you’ve cause?!”

True be told Lewis didn’t care. He was actually happy to see that Richard was no longer holding back, to see he was on the pathway to understanding his full self, but Elias and London weren’t. It would be futile to try to contradict them when such a lividity boiled in their blood.

“He’s already a monster! I...I just don’t want him to become a monster like me.” Elias’s voice trailed off as he looked at the ground, “I didn’t ask for this, and neither is he. This thing you’re wanting to do! It’s going to destroy him and we don’t even know if Richard will come back! I hate it! I hate what the stupid serum did and I hate him.”

“But there’s still a chance,” Lewis protested, “There’s still a chance that this might be the last thing to bring him back. It’s not the same stuff you were injected with. This won’t hurt as much, and it’s just enough to split them. The serum is the only thing that will trigger it. He will not end up like you.”

“And I’m just supposed to trust you!? You wanted this!!”

“I wanted Richard to be whole! I wanted him to be his whole self!”

“And this is what you call his true self,” Elias gestured to the torso strapped to the metal table, “Is this what you call love?! For I know you love him!”

“What I call ‘love’ is being able to look at him and accept all of him! Something you don’t seem able to do!” Lewis folded his arms becoming increasingly tired with Elias’s ignorance.

“I loved him long before you waltzed in here! I respect his decisions, his desires, and what he wants to be! I’m not trying to change him! He was the one who didn’t want to be that thing and now I can see why!”

The beast chuckled, a deep bellowing that echoed through the halls and cavities of their chests. They could almost see the steam of it’s breath, the smoke of it. The smoke that danced up from the flames that now dotted the buildings and streets. It reveled in their bickering and in the fact that they would never get “Richard” back--for this beast was Richard.

That did it. That was the last straw. That laugh...was not Richard’s laugh. It wasn’t the tinkling of falling glass, it was the laugh of something vile. “Do it.” Elias’s heart broke at those words but his voice as firm. Lewis nodded not questioning the orders and began to approach Richard--”Wait!!” Lewis stopped and looked at Elias, the sorrow scrawled across his face. “Let me say good bye...Just--Just in case.”

Lewis nodded and Elias stepped forward to the table, to that thing that now possessed Richard’s body. “I’m so sorry, agápi mou.” He reached out a hand, glove lost long ago in the storm, and gently caressed that scared face.

Elias screamed, as the beast plunged it’s venomous teeth into the soft of his flesh. It ripped its way through the muscle and blood, drinking in the pain and consuming the sweetest of meals, love. Elias pulled his hand away nursing it, as the beast licked his lips and swallowed his once lover.

“Shit!” Lewis quickly put down the syringe and ran over to Elias with a roll of bandages.

“I bet you’re enjoying this!” Elias snapped as he swiped the wrapps from Lewis’s hands. It was bad. Most of the soft of his palm had been tore off and was now pouring out it’s crimson life force.

“Contrary to popular belief, I’m not.” Lewis quipped as he snached back the bandages and forced his assistance upon Elias. “What the hell were you thinking, getting your hand that close!?”

“I was thinking that I may never see him again!” Elias winced back as Lewis wrapped the bandages around his gaping wound.

Lewis began to retort back, “He’s still going to be Richard--”

“Just shut the hell up!” but Elias cut him off, ripping his hand away and dashing over to the table. In one liquid move he grabbed the syringe and plunged it into Richard’s heart, injecting him with it’s contents. I guess I really did hold the knife to your heart... a bittersweet laugh clung in his throat I’m so sorry, agápi mou.

Elias removed the syringe and backed up, turning away as he was unable to look at what was to come. Lewis on the other hand never took his eyes off the writhing body.

A roar erupted from the beast’s lips as the serum burned through his blood. It thrashed against the leather straps that held it down, and rocked the table with its flailing.

After what seemed like hours it finally stopped. The seconds of silence ticked by, Elias finally dared to turn around.

This isn’t Richard. This isn’t Richard. This is the monster. This is the monster. Elias repeated this to himself as he slowly began to turn. This is the monster. This is the monster.

The thing on the table was much smaller than Richard, it panted, and look about wildly. “Is this it? Is that the beast?” Elias asked unsure if this was even real anymore.

“I...I don’t know.” Lewis, had no idea what was to be born from that serum, it may have been “the beast”, as Elias called it, or something entirely different, but he couldn’t be sure as the metaphysical energy surrounding it had yet to settle.

The figure looked about wildly, “Kur aš esu?”...almost in fear. It began to wriggle out from its constraints in its squirming.

“Quick! Don’t let it escape!” Elias yelled as he rushed the table, tightening the straps.

The thing cried out in pain. “Prašome! Sustabdyti!”

“Do you know what it’s saying?!” Elias yelled at Lewis, as he panicked. Lewis shook his head stepping back to study the scene.

After the straps were tightened, Elias stepped back as well. This is not Richard. This is not Richard. This is the monster. This is the monster. It was easier to believe when that thing didn’t look like him.

“Atsiprašau! Atsiprašau!” The thing looked into Elias’s eyes, almost pleading--no he was pleading. That face filled with worry, those eyes filled with regret and terror...was this thing...really the monster?

Elias’s brown knitted in confusion and he whispered under his breath “What are you saying?”  He slowly approached the thing on the table.

In response it turtled it’s head closer to it’s chest in fear...just like how Richard used to. “Atsiprašau!”

This is the monster. This is the monst-- Elias shook the thoughts from his head, “I’m not going to hurt you.” He knew it was wrong. This was the thing that burned all of the East End. This was the thing that ripped through his hand. Yet--and yet he felt the need to comfort it.

As Elias approached, it slowly extended its neck again giving some formation of a grin--that lopsided grin that Richard wore. No matter in what form, windigo, covered by a scarf, and...even now, Elias new that grin by heart--and it broke his heart.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” Elias repeated with a smile.

The thing’s smile brightened and it’s shoulders relaxed, however shortly after this motion confusion crossed it’s face and it looked down where it’s arm’s should be. “Kur yra mano rankos?” It wiggled the sockets in it’s shoulders before looking back up at Elias repeating the question “Kur yra mano rankos?”

Elias looked at the confusion on it’s face and then frantically at Weir. “I think he want’s his arms! Where are they?!”

“Over there on the chair.” Weir pointed to a nearby chair now soaked in blood.

“We need to put them back on!” Elias shouted as he rushed to the chair scooping up the metal limbs.

“Of course!” Weir smiled seeing that Elias was coming around and the two began to work to get his limbs attached.

The thing winced when the joints in the arms reconnected and whimpered as the bolts tightened but after minutes passed by it’s arms were finally reattached.

“The straps!” Elias cried throwing off the straps. He didn’t know why he felt so possessed to help this demonic thing but some part, deep within in him, screamed it.

Now free of straps and re-armed, the thing slowly and delicately sat up. It struggled a bit when adjusting to the arms that were much too big for it but it found its balance in time. It smiled at Elias and Elias couldn’t help but smile back. What was this thing?

It slowly reached out an arm and carefully took Elias’s wounded hand, looking very concerned. “Atsiprašau.” It whispered as it rolled up Elias’s sleeve.

Elias gasped, waiting for those teeth to sink back into his flesh and finish the job they started...but the stinging pain never came. Instead, the thing compared arms. Metal to flesh. Freckled to shining. Bruised to bloodied. It seemed very distraught at the fact it’s arms weren’t like Elias’s, whispering as it traced a cold finger along Elias’s skin, “Kodėl jei nepatinka tavo?”

Although Elias didn’t know what he was saying he felt obligated to console the poor thing, “It’s okay! That’s just how your arms are, and they’re...beautiful.” He smiled at that last word and so did the man on the table.

Lewis once again watched the duo, intrigued by the turn of events.

In a sudden motion the thing swung it’s one leg off the table and stood up on it. Although unsuccessfully, as a few seconds afterwards it fell into the chest of a very surprised Elias. Instinctively he wrapped his arms around the unstable figure and supported him.

The thing squeaked in surprise but Elias quickly comforted it, “I’ve got you.” They were almost the same height, though the thing was slightly taller.

The thought was unintentional but none the less made Elias smile, “I guess the shoe is on the other foot now.” How long had it been sense Elias came home that night, drunk as a ship’s cat, only to fall into the arms of Richard? And now he was the one supporting the other.

The man in his arms, slowly wrapped his metal limbs around Elias’s torso and buried his face into the soft fabric of Elias’s shirt. Elias could smell the O-zone and he held onto it tighter. Holding onto this last piece of Richard.

And then he heard it. A whisper on the wind, carried up to his ears by the clinking of gears. He heard it over the screams and the crackle of fire. He heard it through his own memories for it wasn’t a memory. He heard the sound escape those scared lips. “Mylimasis.”

Lewis was in the corner, arms crossed, grinning with glee. Not only had the experiment been a success but he now saw Elias do something he never thought he would have the privilege of seeing. Cry.

Sure enough, Elias wept as he held onto the man in his arms--no, Richard in his arms, for this was Richard. They’re embrace tightened and though there was destruction outside, there was joy inside that little room. As if to sweep away any of Elias’s doubt Richard spoke again, holding Elias tight as a promise to never leave him again, to never hurt him again.

“Mylimasis.”  