[Fic] Fury
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kittydesadeTitle: Fury
Fandom: The Covenant
Characters: Chase, Caleb, and the boys
Word Count: 1,000
Rating: R
Summary: Caleb is clearly not the man with whom to fuck.
It was the same room. Caleb remembered looking down at the broken boy in the bed, only it had been long blonde hair instead of dark brown, and the eyes had been a softer blue. And Tyler wasn't waking up to tell him not to go. The doctors wondered if he would wake up again, but Caleb knew better.
He didn't realize he was shaking until he felt Pogue's hand on his arm and realized the other man was holding him still. Five years on since the last time he'd run into Chase, and he still went from zero to fury in the moment it took to realize that the too-still leg protruding from behind the dumpster ended in Tyler's sneaker. They'd pulled the boy out of a pile of rubble and bags of rejected food, done what they could while they waited for the ambulance.
It wasn't just Tyler, it was Reid too. The blonde boy sat in the chair by Tyler's bed, hunched over and pale as though he was going to be sick, hands curled up so tightly in front of him that Caleb wondered if they'd freeze that way. His cheeks were wet; he hadn't responded to either Pogue or Caleb's questions or pleas. He just sat there, staring at his friend, willing him to wake up somehow. With them it could have been more than will alone but now, as before, it didn't seem to help.
"I'm going," Caleb said quietly, brushing his hand over Pogue's shoulder as he went past. Pogue nodded, and this time he didn't say anything.
Caleb shouted his challenge out to the winds on the edge of the cliff, certain that Chase was there and still unable to find him. He'd been pacing up and down the edge for half an hour. Cold was immaterial; the violence of the wind didn't bother him. If he fell, he'd fly. Or at least float.
"Come on out, you fucking piece of shit! You want me, here I am!"
Silence. He thought the silence or the wind was laughing at him, but he wasn't sure.
"Come on out, you bastard."
Gravel crunched. Caleb's fists clenched and he whirled, leading with a punch that had more behind it than just the strength of his shoulder. No one was there, or at least, no one was standing behind him. The back of his neck prickled just before the blow knocked him to his knees.
"You're so… predictable."
Chase was sneering at him from behind. Caleb's knees were skinned and his palms were pressed into the dirt and grit and hot, angry tears were pouring down his face and Chase was laughing. Bastard. He had put Tyler in the hospital and he was fucking laughing. No more laughing. And no more bedside vigils.
Rather than say anything he lashed out all around him, a bubble of energy pushing out and away with all the violence his emotions could muster, rocking trees on their roots and spraying up gravel in the parking area. He didn't expect it to catch Chase, but there was a startled exclamation behind him anyway and he felt more than heard the wind rush by his ear. Either Chase hadn't been behind him after all or he'd overcompensated for the thrust. There was a bad joke there about Chase overcompensating for something, and he giggled.
"What the hell are you laughing at," Chase snapped, picking himself up off the ground. That just made it easier for Caleb to target him, yanking the ground out from underneath him and burying him in it.
Tactics he should have used a long time ago. Oh well.
"Well, I'm laughing at you," he said, walking up to the other man and staring down at him. At least one leg looked broken. "And you say I'm predictable? You just had to gloat. Haven't you ever read the Evil Overlord's List?"
Maybe it was because Caleb actually had read the list, or maybe it was because Chase was easier to read than a picture book. Either way, he swung his fist again and knocked Chase twenty feet back and into the trees before Chase could so much as clear his head to focus power again.
"You got away once. You won't get away this time. You're done hurting my friends, the people I care about." He watched Chase struggle to his feet and flung him high, slamming his chest into the arm of a tree. "You're done. Your bloodline is done, and you're done. Finished."
It didn't bother him as much as he thought it was, what he was doing. Breaking Chase's bones, shattering each rib in his chest. He wasn't quite sure what was happening, when the other man started to convulse. Blood frothed out of his mouth and his eyes bugged out wide, as though he couldn't believe he was actually dying. Later on, crouched in the dirt and face smudged in blood and tears and grime, he decided it was a bone splinter that must have punctured his lung. Maybe several of them. It didn't matter which was the killing blow. Chase's body was pulp long after he was dead.
It took them a moment, not so much for them to realize he was there but to look over at him. Pogue beckoned him over at one point but he still didn't move until the blonde caught his eye. And then moved, significantly, still talking to Reid but enough so that Caleb could see Tyler's eyes open, Tyler's mouth smiling. Moving. Words.
Thank god.
Caleb slipped into the room, allowing Pogue to hug him tight and, for a second, give him some warmth and stability. He'd been so cold since that.
"Hey."
"Hey."
Tyler's voice was weak, but he was alive. The doctors were calling it a miracle. Caleb knew better, all four of them knew better, even if they couldn't say anything.
It didn't matter. They were safe now. Caleb had made sure of that.
Fandom: The Covenant
Characters: Chase, Caleb, and the boys
Word Count: 1,000
Rating: R
Summary: Caleb is clearly not the man with whom to fuck.
It was the same room. Caleb remembered looking down at the broken boy in the bed, only it had been long blonde hair instead of dark brown, and the eyes had been a softer blue. And Tyler wasn't waking up to tell him not to go. The doctors wondered if he would wake up again, but Caleb knew better.
He didn't realize he was shaking until he felt Pogue's hand on his arm and realized the other man was holding him still. Five years on since the last time he'd run into Chase, and he still went from zero to fury in the moment it took to realize that the too-still leg protruding from behind the dumpster ended in Tyler's sneaker. They'd pulled the boy out of a pile of rubble and bags of rejected food, done what they could while they waited for the ambulance.
It wasn't just Tyler, it was Reid too. The blonde boy sat in the chair by Tyler's bed, hunched over and pale as though he was going to be sick, hands curled up so tightly in front of him that Caleb wondered if they'd freeze that way. His cheeks were wet; he hadn't responded to either Pogue or Caleb's questions or pleas. He just sat there, staring at his friend, willing him to wake up somehow. With them it could have been more than will alone but now, as before, it didn't seem to help.
"I'm going," Caleb said quietly, brushing his hand over Pogue's shoulder as he went past. Pogue nodded, and this time he didn't say anything.
Caleb shouted his challenge out to the winds on the edge of the cliff, certain that Chase was there and still unable to find him. He'd been pacing up and down the edge for half an hour. Cold was immaterial; the violence of the wind didn't bother him. If he fell, he'd fly. Or at least float.
"Come on out, you fucking piece of shit! You want me, here I am!"
Silence. He thought the silence or the wind was laughing at him, but he wasn't sure.
"Come on out, you bastard."
Gravel crunched. Caleb's fists clenched and he whirled, leading with a punch that had more behind it than just the strength of his shoulder. No one was there, or at least, no one was standing behind him. The back of his neck prickled just before the blow knocked him to his knees.
"You're so… predictable."
Chase was sneering at him from behind. Caleb's knees were skinned and his palms were pressed into the dirt and grit and hot, angry tears were pouring down his face and Chase was laughing. Bastard. He had put Tyler in the hospital and he was fucking laughing. No more laughing. And no more bedside vigils.
Rather than say anything he lashed out all around him, a bubble of energy pushing out and away with all the violence his emotions could muster, rocking trees on their roots and spraying up gravel in the parking area. He didn't expect it to catch Chase, but there was a startled exclamation behind him anyway and he felt more than heard the wind rush by his ear. Either Chase hadn't been behind him after all or he'd overcompensated for the thrust. There was a bad joke there about Chase overcompensating for something, and he giggled.
"What the hell are you laughing at," Chase snapped, picking himself up off the ground. That just made it easier for Caleb to target him, yanking the ground out from underneath him and burying him in it.
Tactics he should have used a long time ago. Oh well.
"Well, I'm laughing at you," he said, walking up to the other man and staring down at him. At least one leg looked broken. "And you say I'm predictable? You just had to gloat. Haven't you ever read the Evil Overlord's List?"
Maybe it was because Caleb actually had read the list, or maybe it was because Chase was easier to read than a picture book. Either way, he swung his fist again and knocked Chase twenty feet back and into the trees before Chase could so much as clear his head to focus power again.
"You got away once. You won't get away this time. You're done hurting my friends, the people I care about." He watched Chase struggle to his feet and flung him high, slamming his chest into the arm of a tree. "You're done. Your bloodline is done, and you're done. Finished."
It didn't bother him as much as he thought it was, what he was doing. Breaking Chase's bones, shattering each rib in his chest. He wasn't quite sure what was happening, when the other man started to convulse. Blood frothed out of his mouth and his eyes bugged out wide, as though he couldn't believe he was actually dying. Later on, crouched in the dirt and face smudged in blood and tears and grime, he decided it was a bone splinter that must have punctured his lung. Maybe several of them. It didn't matter which was the killing blow. Chase's body was pulp long after he was dead.
It took them a moment, not so much for them to realize he was there but to look over at him. Pogue beckoned him over at one point but he still didn't move until the blonde caught his eye. And then moved, significantly, still talking to Reid but enough so that Caleb could see Tyler's eyes open, Tyler's mouth smiling. Moving. Words.
Thank god.
Caleb slipped into the room, allowing Pogue to hug him tight and, for a second, give him some warmth and stability. He'd been so cold since that.
"Hey."
"Hey."
Tyler's voice was weak, but he was alive. The doctors were calling it a miracle. Caleb knew better, all four of them knew better, even if they couldn't say anything.
It didn't matter. They were safe now. Caleb had made sure of that.