26. Torture

A Chapter by halflives

This is going to be a zero-spazzing chapter. It's kind of grusome...

*In Maine*

*I wake up. My shoulder and foot wound and patched up to some extent, and my body is sore from being dragged. I’m chained to a bed without a mattress. Across the room, Amelia is asleep on a bed WITH a mattress, also chained. My heart pounds, and I know what I wished for has come true. But this doesn’t make me any happier*

Me: Amelia!

Amelia: *stirs* O-Olivia?

Me: Amelia, wake up!

Amelia: *looks around fearfully, awake* W-where are we?

Me: I was just going to ask you the same thing.

Amelia: …Oh my God.

Me: What? What is it? *winces, in pain*

Amelia: Derek’s taken us to the warehouse.

Me: What warehouse?

Amelia: The warehouse. It’s near the school. There was a rumor that dead bodies rotted in here. Because of this, no one ever dared to go anywhere near it.

Me: The perfect hiding spot… No interruptions, no nothing. *I go to search my pockets for my cell, but my coat has been stripped and is hanging on a chair all the way across the room* Perfect, just perfect…

Derek’s Voice: You won’t be calling any of your friends from the FBI very soon…

Me: HOLY PUMPKINS!

*Derek, like a bad cliché, emerges from the shadows. He’s holding a knife in his hand, along with something that resembles a flat whip*

Derek: I’ve missed those cute little noises.

Me: H-how long has it been?

Derek: Almost two hours.

Me: *sighs* So I haven’t been gone that long…

Derek: No, you haven’t. But you’re planning on staying with me, right?

Me: Of course… not.

Derek: *hits me with the flat whip*

Me: *gasps*

Derek: So cute. *turns to Amelia* Good morning, darling.

Me: Oh, so SHE gets a good morning.

Derek: I’m in love with her.

Me: OF COURSE you are.

Amelia: Derek, let Olivia go. You can keep me. Just let her go.

Derek: Actually, I’m going to be killing you, and torturing Olivia for the rest of her days.

Amelia: She won’t survive!

Derek: *chuckles* to the end of her days…

Me: You sick, sick b*****d…

Derek: Isn’t that what you study? SSA Olivia Smith from the BAU?

Me: So you looked me up?

Derek: Oh, I did so much more than that. I found out that you used to work at Torchwood. It’s top secret, yes?

Me: *doesn’t answer*

Derek: *slides the blade beneath my chin* So why don’t you tell me about it?

Me: *winces from the pain. Blood is dripping down from the wound, staining my pants* It’s top secret, remember?

Derek: I have a VERY good memory. *licks the blood off the blade*

Me: Now that’s just disgusting.

Derek: Yum.

Amelia: Please, Derek! You can do whatever you want to me, just let Olivia go!

Derek: Oh, I think I’m going to do the opposite.

Amelia: What?!

Derek: There’s a train station nearby. I’ll drop Amelia down by the tracks, and Olivia, I think I’ll keep you for a little while.

Me: There’ll be nothing left for you to love.

Derek: I’ve moved on.

Me: That’s physically impossible. An obsessed--

Derek: I DON’T WANT ANY OF YOUR TECHNICAL BABBLE!

Me: *shuts up*

Derek: No, I want you to scream. *slides the blade down the side of my face, puncturing about a millimeter of flesh*

Me: *cries out in pain* You can’t do that! You can’t change!

Derek: *kisses the top of my head* You made me change.

Me: YOU FREAK! *pushes him away*

Derek: *laughs* You know you want me. Amelia is already getting jealous.

Amelia: *begins breakdown* WHAT?!

Derek: You want me to get rid of her so you could have me all to yourself.

Amelia: It’s you that wants me!!

Me: Derek. *he faces me* Let. Amelia. Go.

Derek: Or what?

Me: Or… Uh…

Derek: Exactly. *grins*

Amelia: Derek, please. You killed all those people for me. You love me.

Derek: Not anymore.

Me: But you can’t do that! You can’t change your obsession!

Derek: Maybe I’m not an obsessed.

Me: *gets it* You’re not obsessed. You’re intimately inspired.

Derek: I’m WHAT?

Me: You’re a poet, yeah? *he nods* You get inspiration from Amelia. So you think you’re in love with her. But you’re not.

Derek: I’m not?

Amelia: He’s not?

Me: No. It’s a illusion. You convinced yourself that you’re in love with her to make an excuse for wanting her so badly. You don’t want to admit to yourself that she’s only a object of your writing obsession. A insubstantial thing is your true love.

Derek: Shut up!

Me: And now I’m the object of your inspiration. That’s why you want me to stay. Being a writer myself…

Derek: You’re a writer?

Me: Yes, so I understand how addicting it is. To write is to create whole other worlds under your control. To write is the ultimate power one can have without obtaining true dominance.

Derek: Yes, you understand!

Me: I do. But Derek, is it really worth it? The murders?

Derek: Yes. Yes, all of it.

Me: *pain envelops me and I cry out*

Amelia: Olivia!

Derek: You sound so cute when you’re in pain. I’ll write a poem about how it makes me feel… How you sound…

Me: You son of a-- *I don’t get to finish. He cuts me again, in multiple places along my arm. I scream*

Derek: There we go!

Me: You…

Derek: *shoots me*

Me: *collapses*

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Author's Note

There, Mushroom. Pumpkins.
Thoughts? The next case will be Jos-centric, since she was being amazing today. Since the first case was partly Mushroom-centric.
I know the condition that Derek has isn't really logical, but I made it up. So deal wit it :D