Board Thread:Fan Fictions/@comment-29206018-20170115153344

This AU is based on the idea that Oliver Soured (and became a massive jerk in The End of an Era) and Richard didn't know Elias and Oliver were a J+H duo. Elias and Oliver belong to Doodle and Richard belongs to Tairais.

Secrets

"What do you really know about your boyfriend?" Oliver hisses at Richard.

"The better question here is what do you know about him!" Richard growls back.

“More than you, that’s for certain! Do you even know who kidnapped him?!” Oliver shouts his face as red as his hair.

“Does it matter? He’s back now and that man will never hurt him again.” Richard bares his teeth walking closer to the tiny man. He had made sure that man could never hurt anyone again.

“So you think--” Oliver is about to retort when he felt it...or more specifically heard it. STOP IT! GET THE HELL AWAY FROM HIM! He double overs in a coughing fit blood spattering from his lungs and onto his skin. Red and green. So opposite yet they live together inside him. “Shit.” He hisses under his breath before addressing the looming scarf. “I’m so sorry to cut our conversations short but I must take my leave now, Ricky.” And with that Oliver turns on his heel striding off.

This did not please Richard one bit and in a few bounds on his long legs he catches up to the fireball, “This conversation is not over.”

“Oh I agree! But we shall continue it on one of our later dates!”  Oliver picks up his pace, he only had minutes left before the worst of it began.

“No.” Richard growled picking up Oliver by his suspenders. He turns to the nearest door, kicked it open, and threw the startled figure in before stepping in himself and closing the door behind him--locking it. “We finish this now.”

Sitting up Oliver surveyed his surroundings. They were in an empty storage closet. Dust filled the air and his lungs as this four foot square had long since been abandoned, there was only one door--locked and blocked by Richard. No escape and seconds left. “What the hell do you think you're doing?!” He screamed to cover up the pain that was now his stomach.

“Ending this.” Richard pulled down his scarf smiling at the screams of his victim. He was willing to do anything to protect Elias. Anything. And killing this annoyance would be one of the simpler ways to do so, but first, “What do you know about Elias?”

The clock had run out.

“Why Ricky,” Oliver chuckled through the pain, arms wrapped around his torso, knees to chest, eyes closed. It was almost unbearable now, “Can’t you recognize your own boyfriend?!”    The melancholy smile accented the gold eyes that turned to look up at him.

“What--” Before Richard could complete the thought Oliver collapsed to the side screaming and writing. His stomach contents now displayed on the floor and rippling around Richard’s feet.

It was horrific. The screams of pain, though normally sending Richard into a conflicting state of joy and guilt, only brought him guilt. The figure at his feet convulsing in it’s own fluids made him feel...guilt. It whimper, twisting as its body destroyed itself. He felt so much guilt.

In between gasps the voice that drifted up was not quite Olivers yet it had parts that felt all too disturbingly familiar to Richard, “D-Did I t-t-take your breath a-away again-n-n-n--” It flashed a smile before it’s lips parted in another ear shattering scream.

When it was finally over Elias laid at Richard’s feet. He was covered in vomit and blood from the atrocious birth. Richard was stunned. He couldn’t will himself to move even if his limbs were capable of it. It wasn’t the wiring that was short circuiting this time. What had happened? How had he not noticed? They stayed like that as time--as the world past by them. Richard staring at the sleeping love at his feet and his love covered in a film of his secrets. Secrets that were no longer secret.

All the times Elias had run off. All the blood that appeared on his shirts. All the times he smelled of vomit. All times he was talking to himself. All the moments of sitting alone in his room. Why hadn’t he noticed before.

Time ticked on. Seconds? Minutes? Hours? Days? It was hard to be sure in that dark, damp closet. Only the flickering light above them was enough to display the mold and mildew that crept through the cracks in the wall. It was disgusting. This closet was the infected wound of the Society. It cried for mercy. It oozed puss. It needed to be removed.

Eventually Elias stirred his hand drifting to Richard’s foot. Richard’s foot! He was still here!

Elias’s eyes snapped open and he skittered to the far corner of the room (merely inches away) letting out a small cry. The acid swished and bubbled as he did so, gathering and pooling around the terrified figure.

“I-I’m so sorry.” Elias whimpered as he pulled his knees to his chest, tears running down his face. “I’m so sorry.”  