darker_london | Beginnings (Peter, Razvan, Saul)

Peter had shown up at Razvan's house in the afternoon in what Razvan referred to as a 'tizzy'. He had demanded the demon's help and Razvan had complied though he seemed now like he was regretting it.

"As much as I love riding in the chick seat in your Penismobile, what is this about again?" Razvan asked, sounding annoyed.

Peter hardly offered Razvan a glance, as he was driving, but he did manage to sigh in his Peterly way. "It's about Saul. I had a dream."

"And what did your dream tell you, Martin Luther King?"

"Okay, first off, that was Martin Luther King Jr, and secondly haha not funny. Saul is in trouble. He's locked in one of the old Templar hideouts and I didn't feel like going in there alone. I don't think the Templar are there. I think it was...I think it was a friend who did it."

"My kind of friend," Razvan said with a wicked grin. And he was glad Peter couldn't give him one of his Looks. "So we're going tot his hideout?"

"I just hope it's the right one."

Peter pulled up outside of the cathedral of St Francis of Assissi, and he walked with Razvan past the chapel and down into the caverns below the church. This was where Peter had first been taken by the Templar. It was a cold and foreboding place and the memories were horrendous. He was visibly twitchy as they navigated the dark and twisting passages down to the prisoner's cells.

"If you grab my hand, I will rip it off," Razvan hissed, following Peter closely.

"Isn't that your trick, surrender monkey?" Peter asked dryly. "And don't worry, I have no intention of grabbing your hand. Only hiding behind you."

"Oh hah hah, Chief." Though Razvan had a feeling that part might be true...

They reached the passage the cells were located in and Peter called out. "Saul?" His voice echoed through the hall, bouncing off the stone walls in an eerie fashion. There was a pause and then they heard it.

"Peter? Peter, is that you!?"

Peter headed towards the door the voice had come from behind. "It's me. Stand back, okay?" Peter waited and then he pulled a gun out of his pocket and shot out the lock.

"You brought a gun Chief!?"

"I saw I would need it in the vision," Peter said quietly. "Don't sound so proud, I knew I wouldn't have to use it on a person. If that was a possibility, it wouldn't be here."

"Pussy," Razvan whispered.

"Will you help!" Peter engaged the safety again and together the pushed the door away from the lock. Once it was out of the way, they entered the cell. Peter raised his light high and he glanced around the room Saul had been locked in. There was a large water bottle in one corner, half empty. Several empty boxes of what had been crackers and a bag of bread littered the room as well.

"Jesus...Saul..." Saul had clearly been beaten and it looked like the wounds were several days old.

Saul jumped up and he reached for Peter's hands. "Thank everything you came. Peter, we've got trouble."

"Yes, this I can see," Peter said quietly.

"It was Jerome. He put me in here. Five days ago."

Peter's lips thinned, even though he had known. "Okay, come on. Razvan can you help Saul please?"

"He's nine bloody feet tall!" Razvan whined, but Peter caught him with that Look he had managed to avoid earlier and he knew he couldn't say no. "Right, come on, Gort." Razvan waited for Saul to loop his arm around his shoulder. "You smell like an old shoe," Razvan informed him.

"You smell like a twat," Saul informed Razvan, and Peter laughed so hard he choked. Even if razvan was a tool, he was just glad he had found Saul, and that they had gotten away from whatever it was without incident.

What was going on, however, that was clearly going to mess with his calm.