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Warning: Effects of sexual and physical abuse
They had one day left to fine Danny and Deirdre was beginning to get more than a little frantic. It had been her responsibility to watch over Danny in the first place, and a tragedy involving her brother had drawn her attention away. If that driver ended up causing two casualties, Deirdre was going to hate herself for a very long time. Not that Dylan was dead yet, but Deirdre was fairly pessimistic about his prognosis.
Thomas had taken to driving, and he wasn't keen on discussing the fact that Spectre had gone with Flynn instead of him. Deirdre was aware, distantly, that something had happened in Glasgow, but she didn't really have time to worry about the state of her friends' marriage. She was just happy enough to have him with her; and happier still that at the last moment, Zoe had decided to join them. Deirdre understood. They had done day and Zoe was getting as frantic as Deirdre was.
"The GPS says turn here," she informed Thomas, a moment before the automated voice chimed in and told him the very same thing. "Heh. Sorry."
"It's fine," Thomas said, flicking on his indicator and making the turn. "Where the hell are we again?"
"Maesteg, Wales," Deirdre replied. "And we are getting take away on our way out of town if we don't find shite, okay? I'm starving and I think Rhosa-fucking-weird-Welsh-word is about two hours away. We won't stop long, Zoe, I promise. Just a few moments? Mickey D's, I don't care. I'll even buy you a kiddie cone if you're a good boy, Thomas."
"Oh gee, thank you?" he said, his voice devoid of joy. "I could go for a burger though, and I can drive one-handed."
"Don't want to know how you figured that out, big guy! OOh, turn!" Once again, the GPS chimed in and informed them to turn right moments later, and Thomas complied. "Smith Street is like...the second one along this street."
They made the turn and drove along, counting the numbers up from 1. When they approached the 400 block, Deirdre started leaning out the window like a dog, and as 420 loomed into view, there were the numbers, crimson and plain as day.
"Holy shite," Deirdre hissed. "Zoe, is this the house? I don't feel an incubus in there, but I feel someone else. It's...whoever it is, they feel pretty weak."
They had one day left to fine Danny and Deirdre was beginning to get more than a little frantic. It had been her responsibility to watch over Danny in the first place, and a tragedy involving her brother had drawn her attention away. If that driver ended up causing two casualties, Deirdre was going to hate herself for a very long time. Not that Dylan was dead yet, but Deirdre was fairly pessimistic about his prognosis.
Thomas had taken to driving, and he wasn't keen on discussing the fact that Spectre had gone with Flynn instead of him. Deirdre was aware, distantly, that something had happened in Glasgow, but she didn't really have time to worry about the state of her friends' marriage. She was just happy enough to have him with her; and happier still that at the last moment, Zoe had decided to join them. Deirdre understood. They had done day and Zoe was getting as frantic as Deirdre was.
"The GPS says turn here," she informed Thomas, a moment before the automated voice chimed in and told him the very same thing. "Heh. Sorry."
"It's fine," Thomas said, flicking on his indicator and making the turn. "Where the hell are we again?"
"Maesteg, Wales," Deirdre replied. "And we are getting take away on our way out of town if we don't find shite, okay? I'm starving and I think Rhosa-fucking-weird-Welsh-word is about two hours away. We won't stop long, Zoe, I promise. Just a few moments? Mickey D's, I don't care. I'll even buy you a kiddie cone if you're a good boy, Thomas."
"Oh gee, thank you?" he said, his voice devoid of joy. "I could go for a burger though, and I can drive one-handed."
"Don't want to know how you figured that out, big guy! OOh, turn!" Once again, the GPS chimed in and informed them to turn right moments later, and Thomas complied. "Smith Street is like...the second one along this street."
They made the turn and drove along, counting the numbers up from 1. When they approached the 400 block, Deirdre started leaning out the window like a dog, and as 420 loomed into view, there were the numbers, crimson and plain as day.
"Holy shite," Deirdre hissed. "Zoe, is this the house? I don't feel an incubus in there, but I feel someone else. It's...whoever it is, they feel pretty weak."
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Date: 2014-08-03 03:18 pm (UTC)From:"This is going to hurt if we can't find the key, Danny," Deirdre cautioned.
"Just do it-" he breathed, but the moment the words left his lips, Deirdre wasn't paying attention to them.
"He's coming," she whispered, the familiar buzz of an incubus growing stronger by the second. "He's coming back."
Danny whimpered as Deirdre and Thomas immediately stood and placed themselves between him and the door his captor would walk through. "Oh god, oh god," Danny whispered, clinging to Zoe with more strength than he should have been capable of.
Greg entered his house and, upon noticing the plastic wrap had been removed, cursed loudly before thundering down the hallway. "DAN, GODDAMMIT! I'm GOING TO KILL-" He skidded to a stop when he saw three people in his bedroom who should not have been there. "What the fuck are you doing here?!"
"Taking Danny away from you," Thomas said, sounding deadly calm which Deirdre knew was actually a bad sign. Thomas was inches away from attempting to remove Greg's head from his body and she wasn't far behind. The difference was, she could actually accomplish that. And, staring at the disgusting excuse for a human being, her eyes swirled to black and she could feel her wings threatening to settle in on her back. She held them at bay, but only just.
"You're going to go somewhere you can never hurt someone again," Deirdre growled as Greg simply stared at them in disbelief.
"You are trespassing, I am going to call the police-" Greg started to say, though it was an empty threat for obvious reasons.
"And how do you expect to explain the young man you kidnapped and held prisoner?" Thomas asked through clenched teeth.
"And if you think we didn't call the police the second we found the house, you're mistaken," Deirdre added, though she didn't elaborate that the cop she had messaged, not called, was Paul.
Danny didn't say a word as the confrontation heated up. His grip on Zoe loosened however, and instead of clinging to her, he started to curl in on himself ever so slowly. He was crying and terrified but there were people here to fight for him now. He could hide and let them do it.