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Why couldn't people just mind their own business? Everyone had to get so arced up about Peter getting the tiniest amount of justice, and Peter really didn't think it was fair. He thought it was bollocks. But Aly had left, and sure she'd said it was just to take Caleb to see his grandparents, but Peter could tell she was upset. There was tension in his house and since Thomas wouldn't bloody leave, it looked like it was up to Peter to do the one thing he didn't want to do to stop it from all crashing down around him. It sucked. Peter was terrified for Caleb and all he wanted to do was curl up with his stepson and make sure he was feeling okay. For both their sakes. Instead he was back at the creepy, broken down mental hospital, tresspassing again.
Peter let himself in the front door a bit after dark. The screams had subsided and the lights were all out. Peter supposed that the electrotherapy table must have blown the electricity which seemed fair enough. Of course that meant Razvan hadn't been suffering this entire time. At least not from having electricity jolting through his body, though he was probaby quite hungry and thirsty by now. That made Peter feel the slightest sense of vindication.
Peter mumbled his way up the stairs and into the room where Razvan was still lying, strapped to the table with the knife in his chest. He had burn marks on the sides of his head and his eyes seemed unfocused. Still, he managed to locate Peter and he glared at him. "Fuck off, Priest." Razvan mumbled, his voice weak.
"You do realise if I fuck off, I won't be letting you go...?" Peter crossed his arms across his chest, feeling snippy instead of in a real rush to help the demon who'd tortured him, no matter what Thomas said.
"You...you're not going to let me go." Razvan said softly. He seemed surprised, even though his pain, that Peter would even suggest the idea.
"Okay." Peter shrugged and he headed for the door.
"Wait! Wait you stupid fucker! What are you doing?"
Peter sighed and he stepped back over to the table. "Apparently some people think I made a mistake leaving you here. They think I was ruthless and cruel and that I'll turn in to you if I let this continue."
"Not bloody likely." Razvan hissed. Now he looked insulted.
"Well that's what I thought, but apparently I'm being a 'twonk'." Peter sighed and he reached forward, ripping the knife from Razvan's chest, not bothering to be careful. The sound Razvan made was quite wonderful. He wiped the knife off on Razvan's trousers before closing it up and putting it in his pocket. "You know what the difference is between you and I?"
"I'm tied to a table?" Ravzan growled.
"No. Well...yes. But no. I don't usually take pleasure in hurting people. I didn't do this to you just to get some sort of sick satisfaction out of it. Though...it did feel good, but that wasn't what motivated it. It felt good because I could be sure you wouldn't mess with my family again."
"You're bloody right about that..." Razvan growled. Mediums were way too much trouble, and if he got out of here, he was staying gone.
"If I let you up off of this table, how can I be sure you won't come back? You won't hurt someone else?" Peter asked, staring the demon down.
"What I do is none of your business."
"That's not true. If I let you up, every single person you hurt after this...it's because I didn't keep you here. Because I didn't stop you, because I showed mercy. Apparently some people can't understand that, but I understand it."
"So are you going to leave me here or not?!" Razvan growled, annoyed.
"You sadistically tortured me. You did the same to my best friend. He would have been dead in a matter of hours if Lavannah hadn't shown up and done what she'd done."
"You blinded my cousin and crushed her under a cabinet!" Razvan shrieked. Not that he cared about Svetlana, but it was true.
"You gave us no choice, and Svetlana is a demon who could not die from what I did!" Peter hissed. "We were starving, injured...freezing...what should we have done? Waited? Endured more? We took a chance. It was stupid, but we had to try something. And I'm sorry if I haven't quite recovered from the memory of what you did. I have a daily reminder carved into my skin. Should I carve one in yours? Would that teach you? What...if anything...will make you learn?!"
"What..if anything...would make you trust me?" Razvan bit out.
"Touche." Peter said softly and then he sighed. "Probably nothing. Though you could always try."
"I never want to bloody see you again! Ever!"
"That would be alright with me too, Razvan but as I said before, if you killed anyone I'd be partially culpable." Peter leaned close to Razvan's face. "So if I hear of you...or see you...ever again. I'm going to come after you."
"I'm not afraid of you!" Razvan hissed, but as he was tied to a table with a wound through his gut, that part he was lying about.
"Unlike you, Razvan, I actually DO have that group of demons around me you so crave. Try to remember who's on the table right now? Remember why? Deirdre is a better person that you'll ever be...hell I think she's a better person than I am. And she won't stand for you hurting people either. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
"You're all a bunch of wankers who don't know how to have fun?" Razvan supplied. Peter just groaned and then he released Razvan's restraints carefully avoiding touching the demon who would just soul suck Peter to heal himself. Still, the second Razvan was free, he grabbed hold of Peter. Peter yelped as Razvan gripped his healing wrist. Razvan then broke it again, clean through the cast. Peter screamed and tried to pull free, stumbling to the ground as he did so. "Sorry, Mate. Just need a bit of a boost." He pulled hard on Peter's soul since he had contact. He rose from the table as Peter slid into a puddle on the floor, his arm still in Razvan's grip. "Thanks for that." Razvan released him and tipped his hat. "And you have a lovely day. I have an angel to see." And he left.
Peter rolled on to his back and he stared up at the ceiling which was partially hidden in shadow. Well, he'd done what he came here to do and accomplished nothing. And now he had a re-injured wrist to show for it. He didn't even have the energy to cry, so he lay there, his head throbbing and wrist throbbing as he waited for his soul to return to him. A few minutes later, Peter heard someone else enter the room. "Razvan, just go away." Or was the demon going to try to kill him again. Peter couldn't care.
"It's me." Thomas said softly, crossing to Peter and propping him up.
"What are you doing here?" Peter said, masking his relief in seeing Thomas underneath annoyance and scorn.
"Your pretty wife told me to follow you. But apparently I didn't follow you close enough. Are you alright?" Thomas' voice was laced with concern as he looked Peter up and down.
"No. No I am not alright! I did what you all wanted me to do and it's shite!" Peter said, pulling away from Thomas which wasn't all that smart since that sent him toppling to the floor again.
"Peter..." Thomas crawled over and he helped Peter again. This time Peter just let him. "It's not shite. You did the right thing."
"No I didn't, I released a demon to go right back out and kill!" Peter gripped Thomas's arm. "Thomas...if he does the same thing to someone else as what he did to me-"
"Peter, there's shitty things in this world. I know that. I'm dead, alright! That's pretty shitty. But I don't want you to be one of them! You're not supposed to cause pain, you're supposed to help it."
"What if I was helping?" Peter asked desperately.
"What you did wasn't justice, it was revenge. It was something Svetlana would do."
"It's easier to prevent messes than to clean them up afterwards." Peter mumbled.
Thomas sighed and he helped Peter to his feet. "Not always. And what if you're the thing that needs cleaning up? You need to get to a hospital."
"Seen too many of those."
"They'll reset your wrist." Thomas said, leading Peter out of the room.
"I'm tired, Thomas." Peter said flatly.
Thomas took Peter into his arms and he hugged him, being mindful of his wrist. "I know, Peter. I know you are. Let's go."
Peter let himself in the front door a bit after dark. The screams had subsided and the lights were all out. Peter supposed that the electrotherapy table must have blown the electricity which seemed fair enough. Of course that meant Razvan hadn't been suffering this entire time. At least not from having electricity jolting through his body, though he was probaby quite hungry and thirsty by now. That made Peter feel the slightest sense of vindication.
Peter mumbled his way up the stairs and into the room where Razvan was still lying, strapped to the table with the knife in his chest. He had burn marks on the sides of his head and his eyes seemed unfocused. Still, he managed to locate Peter and he glared at him. "Fuck off, Priest." Razvan mumbled, his voice weak.
"You do realise if I fuck off, I won't be letting you go...?" Peter crossed his arms across his chest, feeling snippy instead of in a real rush to help the demon who'd tortured him, no matter what Thomas said.
"You...you're not going to let me go." Razvan said softly. He seemed surprised, even though his pain, that Peter would even suggest the idea.
"Okay." Peter shrugged and he headed for the door.
"Wait! Wait you stupid fucker! What are you doing?"
Peter sighed and he stepped back over to the table. "Apparently some people think I made a mistake leaving you here. They think I was ruthless and cruel and that I'll turn in to you if I let this continue."
"Not bloody likely." Razvan hissed. Now he looked insulted.
"Well that's what I thought, but apparently I'm being a 'twonk'." Peter sighed and he reached forward, ripping the knife from Razvan's chest, not bothering to be careful. The sound Razvan made was quite wonderful. He wiped the knife off on Razvan's trousers before closing it up and putting it in his pocket. "You know what the difference is between you and I?"
"I'm tied to a table?" Ravzan growled.
"No. Well...yes. But no. I don't usually take pleasure in hurting people. I didn't do this to you just to get some sort of sick satisfaction out of it. Though...it did feel good, but that wasn't what motivated it. It felt good because I could be sure you wouldn't mess with my family again."
"You're bloody right about that..." Razvan growled. Mediums were way too much trouble, and if he got out of here, he was staying gone.
"If I let you up off of this table, how can I be sure you won't come back? You won't hurt someone else?" Peter asked, staring the demon down.
"What I do is none of your business."
"That's not true. If I let you up, every single person you hurt after this...it's because I didn't keep you here. Because I didn't stop you, because I showed mercy. Apparently some people can't understand that, but I understand it."
"So are you going to leave me here or not?!" Razvan growled, annoyed.
"You sadistically tortured me. You did the same to my best friend. He would have been dead in a matter of hours if Lavannah hadn't shown up and done what she'd done."
"You blinded my cousin and crushed her under a cabinet!" Razvan shrieked. Not that he cared about Svetlana, but it was true.
"You gave us no choice, and Svetlana is a demon who could not die from what I did!" Peter hissed. "We were starving, injured...freezing...what should we have done? Waited? Endured more? We took a chance. It was stupid, but we had to try something. And I'm sorry if I haven't quite recovered from the memory of what you did. I have a daily reminder carved into my skin. Should I carve one in yours? Would that teach you? What...if anything...will make you learn?!"
"What..if anything...would make you trust me?" Razvan bit out.
"Touche." Peter said softly and then he sighed. "Probably nothing. Though you could always try."
"I never want to bloody see you again! Ever!"
"That would be alright with me too, Razvan but as I said before, if you killed anyone I'd be partially culpable." Peter leaned close to Razvan's face. "So if I hear of you...or see you...ever again. I'm going to come after you."
"I'm not afraid of you!" Razvan hissed, but as he was tied to a table with a wound through his gut, that part he was lying about.
"Unlike you, Razvan, I actually DO have that group of demons around me you so crave. Try to remember who's on the table right now? Remember why? Deirdre is a better person that you'll ever be...hell I think she's a better person than I am. And she won't stand for you hurting people either. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
"You're all a bunch of wankers who don't know how to have fun?" Razvan supplied. Peter just groaned and then he released Razvan's restraints carefully avoiding touching the demon who would just soul suck Peter to heal himself. Still, the second Razvan was free, he grabbed hold of Peter. Peter yelped as Razvan gripped his healing wrist. Razvan then broke it again, clean through the cast. Peter screamed and tried to pull free, stumbling to the ground as he did so. "Sorry, Mate. Just need a bit of a boost." He pulled hard on Peter's soul since he had contact. He rose from the table as Peter slid into a puddle on the floor, his arm still in Razvan's grip. "Thanks for that." Razvan released him and tipped his hat. "And you have a lovely day. I have an angel to see." And he left.
Peter rolled on to his back and he stared up at the ceiling which was partially hidden in shadow. Well, he'd done what he came here to do and accomplished nothing. And now he had a re-injured wrist to show for it. He didn't even have the energy to cry, so he lay there, his head throbbing and wrist throbbing as he waited for his soul to return to him. A few minutes later, Peter heard someone else enter the room. "Razvan, just go away." Or was the demon going to try to kill him again. Peter couldn't care.
"It's me." Thomas said softly, crossing to Peter and propping him up.
"What are you doing here?" Peter said, masking his relief in seeing Thomas underneath annoyance and scorn.
"Your pretty wife told me to follow you. But apparently I didn't follow you close enough. Are you alright?" Thomas' voice was laced with concern as he looked Peter up and down.
"No. No I am not alright! I did what you all wanted me to do and it's shite!" Peter said, pulling away from Thomas which wasn't all that smart since that sent him toppling to the floor again.
"Peter..." Thomas crawled over and he helped Peter again. This time Peter just let him. "It's not shite. You did the right thing."
"No I didn't, I released a demon to go right back out and kill!" Peter gripped Thomas's arm. "Thomas...if he does the same thing to someone else as what he did to me-"
"Peter, there's shitty things in this world. I know that. I'm dead, alright! That's pretty shitty. But I don't want you to be one of them! You're not supposed to cause pain, you're supposed to help it."
"What if I was helping?" Peter asked desperately.
"What you did wasn't justice, it was revenge. It was something Svetlana would do."
"It's easier to prevent messes than to clean them up afterwards." Peter mumbled.
Thomas sighed and he helped Peter to his feet. "Not always. And what if you're the thing that needs cleaning up? You need to get to a hospital."
"Seen too many of those."
"They'll reset your wrist." Thomas said, leading Peter out of the room.
"I'm tired, Thomas." Peter said flatly.
Thomas took Peter into his arms and he hugged him, being mindful of his wrist. "I know, Peter. I know you are. Let's go."
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