Missing

[magser]

Title: Missing  3/?
Author: Magser
Word Count:1,532
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: I dont own either of them, shame really
Summary:Jensens world crashes down around him after his lover is reported missing in a foreign country....
Main Pairing : Jensen/Jared ; Chris kane/Camille Soroyan (extra points if you recognise the character) and a few others that will be introduced as i make up the story...
Authors note: This is my first venture into this scary scary world of writing, and i have to thank my wonderful friend and beta garvaldmains  for her help!I could not do this without this wonderful lady's help and input.
Warnings: I think maybe i should have done this before, but i do want to warn of Character death (minor) and in this chapter there are scenes of a violent nature,so if you are sensitive please be careful....

 

 

Blood... Fuck there was blood on his hands...he wiped his badly shaking hands across his thin t shirt, he was shaking so badly he knew there was no way his legs would hold him up if he tried to stand. He sat in the corner of the cage they had thrown him into like an animal, after they had beaten his friend to a pulp and then dumped his dying friend in after him like he was nothing more than a sack of garbage to be disposed of.

He looked over into the other corner of the cage, where his friends battered body lay, covered in the jacket he had been wearing... he felt a hysterical sob rise in his chest as the vision of how his friend had suffered, and then died whimpering and shaking in his arms. He had done enough crying and sobbing in the last three hours to last him a lifetime, he honestly didn’t think there was anymore in him to come out, obviously he was wrong and he had to fight a wave of grief that threatened to send him into a screaming fit he honestly didn’t think he would survive if he started.

Again he tried to tear his gaze away from the battered body lying in the corner but like a horrible magnet his eyes kept returning, dead... he was dead... they had killed him...fucking dead...the sob he had been fighting finally tore its way out of his already bruised chest and throat and he crawled back over to where he lay, gathered him into his arms again and sat there and rocked and sobbed..

His fault, it was all his fault. Him and his stupid fucking smart clever ideas, and being as devoted as ever, his friend had followed along as blindly as he had always done, only this time he hadn’t been able sweet talk his way out of the mess they had landed themselves in and he had gotten his best friend killed.

They had come in sometime ago and tried to remove the body, snarling about the smell that would start if they didn’t and he had lost it, clutching and screaming blue murder like a mad man and the two men who had entered had cautiously backed out and left him to it. But now they were back, four of them, and they were ready for trouble this time, wielding the iron bars they had used on him a few hours previous.

‘Don’t you touch him you sick fucks don’t you touch him!’ He screamed at them as they entered the cage where he was kept and made their way to the corner he was cowering in, clutching his body to him like a vice...’Haven’t you done enough? Can’t you just let him be? Please... please just let him be‘ he whispered brokenly rocking his friend in his arms.

Two men rounded on him and pulled him off of the body viciously and he kicked and screamed and fought ‘You fucking bastards you sick fucks I’ll kill you I swear to god when I get out of here I will kill you all!’ He was thrown like he weighed nothing and slammed into the bars at the opposite side of the cage and he slumped where he landed, sobbing and swearing death and revenge on each and every member of the gang that had captured them. They laughed crudely as they pulled the jacket off of his friends face and dragged his body out of the cage and out the door of the room locking it behind them.

He staggered to his feet and launched himself in a fit of rage at the door of the cage shaking and screaming obscenities at anyone he thought might be listening at the other side of the door before his already weakened body gave out and he collapsed in a heap and heaved in great big sobbing breaths...his eyes fell on the jacket they had thrown carelessly aside and as he crawled over towards it his knees hit against an object lying on the floor of the cage, a bright green sneaker...he sat upright clutching the sneaker and the jacket to his chest and rocked silently staring at nothing and random thoughts running through his mind...

He had left his cell charger in the socket in his hotel room, lord he hoped someone would see it and unplug it, didn’t want to be causing a fire... He really must sort out that hotel room when he got back, it was like living in a tip, stuff thrown everywhere...that reminded him he had noticed a rerun of his favourite show was on some day this week, he must remember to tune in...what day was it anyway? He laughed quietly to himself as he rocked, god he didn’t even know what fucking day it was... God he needed a shower, he must look a mess...He raised a shaking hand to his face to study it and noticed again the green sneaker clutched in it...and his mind wandered back to two days ago...

Tom had staggered into the room one foot in a boot and one foot without... ‘Jesus Jared I cant even find a fucking boot in this room!’ he exclaimed in frustration as he cast several food cartons aside and looked under the bed for the errant boot... ‘How the fuck does Jensen live with you man? This is disgusting!’  he make a gagging sound as he emerged from halfway under the bed holding between two fingertips what were definitely not a pair of his boxer shorts and they were stained in what suspiciously like... was that dried come?

 ‘Oh jesus Im gonna be sick ‘

Jared emerged from the bathroom having brushed his teeth and laughed unashamedly at the site of Tom standing in the middle of the room still holding out the offending boxers...

 ‘Aww come on Tommy... what can I say? I’m a hot blooded male and I miss the love of my life! Its not like you’ve never gotten yourself off while away from all those women you profess love you!’

‘What are you looking under my bed for anyway you freak?’  He questioned as he snatched his boxers out of his friends hands...

Tom rubbed his hand of his jeans frantically as he answered ‘My boot, I can’t find my damn boot’ he muttered looking around the room again.

’well if you may pay attention to where you undress and not get so fucking smashed we might have a chance’ he helped Tom look for a few more seconds before throwing his hands up in the air in defeat... ‘Jeez I give up! Here borrow my sneakers man, we can’t be late, we won’t get this opportunity to meet with the gang leaders again, took us long enough to secure this meeting as it is’ He said as he held up his green Sneakers...

‘you cannot be fucking serious?’ Tom exclaimed eyeing the offending sneakers ‘You have got to be joking, Jared I am not wearing those things!’

Jared looked mildly insulted before he grinned and replied ‘Tommy tom... beggars cant be chooser man’ he wiggled the sneakers in his face and grinned ‘Suck it up bitch, you have no choice we gotto go... ’

Tom grabbed the offending Sneakers and huffed, ‘Fine... but if i gotto look ridiculous wearing these clown shoes, then at least you could let me wear your jacket too, its raining man and im gonna be wearing clown shoes!’ Tom looked so horrified and young sitting on the edge of the bed tugging on the sneakers with a disgusted sigh that Jared couldn’t help but laugh.

 ‘Oh alright you pussy’ he sighed dramatically ‘ but if you get anything on my jacket I’m kicking your ass!’

Jared buried his face in the jacket as his tears started to fall again...he was dead... they had killed him...just cause they could... just to prove they ‘meant business’ ... they had dragged them both out of the cage and beaten Tom to a pulp, while holding Jared down, making him watch and scream and beg for his friends life, and left him to die in Jareds arms ... just cause they could.. and they had fucking filmed it... stupid fuckers had smashed their TV camera when they had pounced on them, so they had been left with a small piece of shit old camera to film with and they had beaten him to death... his friend had died in the sneakers he had grouched so much over and the jacket he had been so pleased to get a wear of...

Jareds thoughts came to a screaming halt as he realised the implications of what he had just thought... Tom had been wearing his Jacket... his sneakers... they had used an ancient camera that probably wouldn’t even be clear and if he knew nothing else he knew that the picture from that antique would be grainy at best...

Oh jesus... Jensen!

Dawning horror froze him where he sat as it hit him like a freight train....

Jensen was gonna see that footage and think it was him!!

Comments

[pippii.livejournal.com]

What did I tell you about making me cry????

OMG this was so heartbreaking.
Poor Jared seeing his friend get killed like that.
(Am I a bad girl for being pleased that it wa not Jared??)
He better make an escape soon and go find Jensen...

Great writing and a sad and wonderful chapter;)
♥hugs

[magser.livejournal.com]

Wow... thank you for that... i was worried about going into Jareds head...wasnt too sure i could pull off the terror and shock he must be feeling...

[pippii.livejournal.com]

Oh but you did an amazing job with all the different emotions, my arms were covered in goose bumps when I finished reading...
(and that is a good sign^^)

[magser.livejournal.com]

Wow... thats an amazing compliment!Thank you!