Virtue To Vice
Title: Virtue To Vice
Author: Me.
Pairing: Cat/Andy Also known as Candy
POV: None
Summary: Nightmare stepped closer to Cat who looked at him with wondering eyes, and brought his hand up to the piece of jewelry hanging around the boy’s neck. Cat’s eyes narrowed and he took a step back, protecting laying one hand over his necklace. Whiplasher had ordered him to guard it with his life, and that was what he was planning to do.
Disclaimer: Don’t own, never happened, don’t sue - would be impossible if it did have happened.
Dedications: To Niela_xxx - because she is so nice and do not hint too much at all. ^^
Author's Note: I know that Bone is the oldest, but it makes better for the story if we pretend that Whip is older than everybody else :P
Episode 1. Now Listen Carefully.
Episode 2. This Secretes I’ll Bring To You.
Whiplasher laid down his cards, Nightmare, Bone and Skinny copying his motion. The slightly overweight man who had introduced himself as David Theroux smiled satisfied, he had won again.
It didn’t bother the four men, if everything it all went according to plan, which it most certainly would, they wouldn’t lose anything at all.
“You, new kid, bring us some more.” Mr. Theroux held up his glass before setting it down hard on the table again, not even looking up at the young nineteen-year-old he had spoke to.
“Yes Sir.” Cat nodded, not allowing himself to let the kind smile fade away since he knew that Mr. Theroux hated that from his servants, and went towards the door.
“Wait, I need more too.” Cat turned around and looked at Nightmare. “And I do not trust him fixing it himself, the last was certainly not much to cheer for.”
The surprise shinning in Cat’s face was real, this hadn’t been part of their plan, Nightmare shouldn’t follow him out to the bar room. He glanced quickly at Whiplasher, the man looked slightly irritated at Nightmare, before looking straight at Mr. Theroux with a asking look.
“Sir?”
“He can go.” Mr. Theroux snapped with his fingers. “Don, check him.”
The man called Don nodded and stood up, a bored Nightmare held out his arms for Don to be able to search his clothes for a second time since they got there.
“He’s clean.” Don mumbled after a while, sitting down next to his boss again.
“Then you can go.” Mr. Theroux looked irritated over having been interrupted in such a good game of poker, and took up the new cards the dealer had given out.
Nightmare smiled, it was a fake smile and it was obvious to everybody that he didn’t meant it, Mr. Theroux would have to if he would have bothered to look at Nightmare. But for Mr. Theroux Whiplasher’s three servants were as high on the rate as his own, no more than dirt that just existed to protect and please their pressured leader. Whiplasher was the only one in the room that actually did matter, in Mr. Theroux eyes.
Cat forced out a natural look and asked Nightmare to “please follow me Sir”. In his head the thoughts worked for full speed, had there been a change in the plan that he hadn’t got to know about? Maybe something had happened that had put an end to what they were supposed to do? It could seem logical since Cat hadn’t have any contact with the four men for the latest six days, he had been in Mr. Theroux’s care and tried to work some trust into the man for his new servant. The only thing wrong with that thought was that Whiplasher and his team always fulfilled their plans, even if it meant someone losing their life.
“Cameras?” Nightmare asked when he had closed the door after them, looking around himself.
Cat shook his head and started to pour up the alcohol in the different glasses. “Care to tell me about the change?”
“We needed you to be unknowing about this, the confusion had to be real.”
Nightmare stepped closer to Cat who looked at him with wondering eyes, and brought his hand up to the piece of jewelry hanging around the boy’s neck. Cat’s eyes narrowed and he took a step back, protecting laying one hand over his necklace. Whiplasher had ordered him to guar it with his life, and that was what he was planning to do.
“Your stupid boy.” Nightmare snapped away Cat’s hand in a irritated gesture and grabbed the necklace again. “You don’t remember Whiplasher telling you that this was part of the commission?”
“For what?” Cat’s voice was suspicious but smooth, using a calm ordering tone while he brought his hand back up to lay defensively over the necklace.
“You’ll see.” Nightmare looked into Cat’s eyes with an impatient expression, they both knew that they didn’t had time enough for any arguments, someone would soon wonder where they had disappeared to and come look for them.
Cat heart was racing, either way he did it they could lose everything, but he somehow trusted Nightmare. Just because they didn’t like each other didn’t mean that they couldn’t trust each other, they where both on the same team were trust was of high importance.
“Fine.” Cat took away his hand, looking at Nightmare with piercing eyes. “If anything goes wrong I’ll fucking kill you.”
“What a horror.” Nightmare didn’t even tried to hide the sarcasm as he brought the other hand up to the necklace too, shifting it in different angles. “Stand still!”
“I’m standing still.” Cat snapped back, glaring suspicious at the older man. “Have you any clue about wha... oh!”
Cat looked wide eyes as Nightmare brought back his hand, holding one half of the star carefully in his palm. He now realized why it hadn’t been as heavy as he had suspected, there was a hole in it, unseable for everybody who didn’t knew about it. Unseeable for Cat.
“You see now why Whiplasher gave it to you?” Nightmare asked as he carefully let the white powder in the necklace piece he was holding fall down into the biggest glass, a crystal glass with gold detail on it. “The only reason to why he would give anything to you.”
Cat held back his answer of that. This wasn’t the first thing Whiplasher had given him without reason, they had even less time now and he settled for just watching how Nightmare hid the star piece under a pile of papers after he had emptied it.
Cat was just about to lift up the brick when Nightmare stopped him by laying his hand over Cat’s arms, having a slightly terrified look in his face.
“Someone is coming.” Nightmare mumbled harsh, when Cat listened closer he also could hear the soft sound of distance steps. “Scream.”
Cat looked at Nightmare confused. “What?”
“Like I hit you. Scream.”
Again Cat trusted him, he couldn’t do much else right now, and let out a long pained scream. The second after Nightmare’s grip around his arm tightened and he got violently thrown onto the floor. A chilling pain spread right through his body when first his hip, and then the rest of his body, met the floor with a loud sound.
The door slammed open, showing Mr. Theroux’s body guard Don that gave them both piercing and threatening stares, his expression didn’t even changed when he saw Cat on the floor.
“What’s going on?” Just like Whiplasher Don’s voice was cold, but in difference from Whiplsher’s. This voice didn’t send chills of pleasure down Cat’s spine.
“This motherfucker tried to give me the wrong drink.”
Cat forced out a apologizing and scared look on his features, hopefully Don wouldn’t question the fact that Nightmare’s drink had already been poured up and stood on the brick with the others and waited to get carried out.
Don gave them both a long look before nodding. “Just leave no bruises: And hurry up.”
If Cat didn’t know that it would have been a dead walk he would have let his teenage instincts act out t and would have kicked Nightmares leg, and hit Don for not caring that a nineteen-year-old got abused by something so banal.
“He’s not worth it.” Nightmare looked like he wanted to spit on Cat, just for the effect., but Cat gave him a warning glance hidden under a fake apologizing expression.
Nightmare snorted and shrugged, quickly brushing past Don and went out through the door. Coldly Don looked at the boy who with hurry got up on his feet and grabbed the brick.
“One more problem and I will personally kill you. Understood?”
“Yes. Sir.” Cat added with gritted teeth after Don’s threatening eyeing, he too quickly went past the bodyguard to come back out to the people filled room.
“I heard screaming.” Mr. Theroux pointed out, not really caring, when the teenage boy served him his drink.
“Yes Sir. I-”
“That was not a question, boy.” Mr. Theroux interrupted coldly, not even looking up at the boy.
Cat glared himself a quick glance at Whiplasher, the man looked with angry eyes on the bald man. Cat smirked just the tiniest by seeing Whiplasher’s reaction from Mr. Theroux’s comment. He knew that his master may react a bit more then he really should when it came to treating Cat bad.
The young boy stepped back to the other servants, as he was supposed to, and let himself just look over the scene before him when a young woman came in. Cat’s eyes immediately widened.
Shit. He thought when the woman leaned down, whispering something to Mr. Theroux to which he chuckled and gave her a key.
Whiplasher looked at the woman and Cat’s mind raced quickly once again. Going after that woman was a bad idea, more than bad, Cat had learned that she was a part of a bigger, rawer, team than Mr. Theroux’s and Whiplasher’s. He wanted to warn them, tell them that they had better left her alone. But he couldn’t do anything without ruining their cover, and that was the last thing he would do.
“Get that key.”
Cat closed his eyes by Nightmare’s words to Skinny; they were screwed, doomed, in lack of better words.
When he opened his eyes again he saw that Skinny already was on his way out, chasing after the beautiful woman. He could only hope that Skinny at least chose not to kill her, but he knew Skinny well enough to know that he could have wished to go to the moon with more luck.
The game went on, cards and money got laid out and Mr. Theroux satisfied brought in everything. The four of them in the room that was in Whiplasher’s team waited patiently for the powder to start working, the glass was close to empty.
“Let’s play roulette instead.” Mr. Theroux decided, immediately a dealer stepped forward among the servants.
Whiplasher nodded, in this mansion they were simply guests, they didn’t had much of an objection that counted.
Skinny stepped back into the room, his eyes found Cat’s for a second, they had a self astimed glance in them that made Cat want to scream in desperation.
“Black, sixteen.”
They all watched how the dealer let the small ball fall down on the spinning wheel, getting tossed carelessly back and forth before the wheel’s pace softened down and the ball settled for just rolling around, slower and slower until it finally stopped.
“Black sixteen.” The dealer announced, pushing over the money to his boss before freezing.
Mr. Theroux didn’t smile that satisfied smile that would have been suspected, he was instead gripping his throat with terrified eyes and a hard breathes.
The wheezing sounds Mr. Theroux gave out while clawing on his collar and tie made Cat want to smile, but he held back, simply watching joyfully on how Mr. Theroux felled down to the floor with suffocated whispers of ‘help’.
Whiplasher nodded and stood up, the other three quickly copied his motion while Cat stepped forward, getting shocked glances from the other servants while Whiplasher just smiled satisfied. The smile turned into a grin when Cat carelessly stepped over the begging Mr. Theroux to get to his team.
Unfortunately for Mr. Theroux, the help would never come.
Author: Me.
Pairing: Cat/Andy Also known as Candy
POV: None
Summary: Nightmare stepped closer to Cat who looked at him with wondering eyes, and brought his hand up to the piece of jewelry hanging around the boy’s neck. Cat’s eyes narrowed and he took a step back, protecting laying one hand over his necklace. Whiplasher had ordered him to guard it with his life, and that was what he was planning to do.
Disclaimer: Don’t own, never happened, don’t sue - would be impossible if it did have happened.
Dedications: To Niela_xxx - because she is so nice and do not hint too much at all. ^^
Author's Note: I know that Bone is the oldest, but it makes better for the story if we pretend that Whip is older than everybody else :P
Episode 1. Now Listen Carefully.
Episode 2. This Secretes I’ll Bring To You.
Whiplasher laid down his cards, Nightmare, Bone and Skinny copying his motion. The slightly overweight man who had introduced himself as David Theroux smiled satisfied, he had won again.
It didn’t bother the four men, if everything it all went according to plan, which it most certainly would, they wouldn’t lose anything at all.
“You, new kid, bring us some more.” Mr. Theroux held up his glass before setting it down hard on the table again, not even looking up at the young nineteen-year-old he had spoke to.
“Yes Sir.” Cat nodded, not allowing himself to let the kind smile fade away since he knew that Mr. Theroux hated that from his servants, and went towards the door.
“Wait, I need more too.” Cat turned around and looked at Nightmare. “And I do not trust him fixing it himself, the last was certainly not much to cheer for.”
The surprise shinning in Cat’s face was real, this hadn’t been part of their plan, Nightmare shouldn’t follow him out to the bar room. He glanced quickly at Whiplasher, the man looked slightly irritated at Nightmare, before looking straight at Mr. Theroux with a asking look.
“Sir?”
“He can go.” Mr. Theroux snapped with his fingers. “Don, check him.”
The man called Don nodded and stood up, a bored Nightmare held out his arms for Don to be able to search his clothes for a second time since they got there.
“He’s clean.” Don mumbled after a while, sitting down next to his boss again.
“Then you can go.” Mr. Theroux looked irritated over having been interrupted in such a good game of poker, and took up the new cards the dealer had given out.
Nightmare smiled, it was a fake smile and it was obvious to everybody that he didn’t meant it, Mr. Theroux would have to if he would have bothered to look at Nightmare. But for Mr. Theroux Whiplasher’s three servants were as high on the rate as his own, no more than dirt that just existed to protect and please their pressured leader. Whiplasher was the only one in the room that actually did matter, in Mr. Theroux eyes.
Cat forced out a natural look and asked Nightmare to “please follow me Sir”. In his head the thoughts worked for full speed, had there been a change in the plan that he hadn’t got to know about? Maybe something had happened that had put an end to what they were supposed to do? It could seem logical since Cat hadn’t have any contact with the four men for the latest six days, he had been in Mr. Theroux’s care and tried to work some trust into the man for his new servant. The only thing wrong with that thought was that Whiplasher and his team always fulfilled their plans, even if it meant someone losing their life.
“Cameras?” Nightmare asked when he had closed the door after them, looking around himself.
Cat shook his head and started to pour up the alcohol in the different glasses. “Care to tell me about the change?”
“We needed you to be unknowing about this, the confusion had to be real.”
Nightmare stepped closer to Cat who looked at him with wondering eyes, and brought his hand up to the piece of jewelry hanging around the boy’s neck. Cat’s eyes narrowed and he took a step back, protecting laying one hand over his necklace. Whiplasher had ordered him to guar it with his life, and that was what he was planning to do.
“Your stupid boy.” Nightmare snapped away Cat’s hand in a irritated gesture and grabbed the necklace again. “You don’t remember Whiplasher telling you that this was part of the commission?”
“For what?” Cat’s voice was suspicious but smooth, using a calm ordering tone while he brought his hand back up to lay defensively over the necklace.
“You’ll see.” Nightmare looked into Cat’s eyes with an impatient expression, they both knew that they didn’t had time enough for any arguments, someone would soon wonder where they had disappeared to and come look for them.
Cat heart was racing, either way he did it they could lose everything, but he somehow trusted Nightmare. Just because they didn’t like each other didn’t mean that they couldn’t trust each other, they where both on the same team were trust was of high importance.
“Fine.” Cat took away his hand, looking at Nightmare with piercing eyes. “If anything goes wrong I’ll fucking kill you.”
“What a horror.” Nightmare didn’t even tried to hide the sarcasm as he brought the other hand up to the necklace too, shifting it in different angles. “Stand still!”
“I’m standing still.” Cat snapped back, glaring suspicious at the older man. “Have you any clue about wha... oh!”
Cat looked wide eyes as Nightmare brought back his hand, holding one half of the star carefully in his palm. He now realized why it hadn’t been as heavy as he had suspected, there was a hole in it, unseable for everybody who didn’t knew about it. Unseeable for Cat.
“You see now why Whiplasher gave it to you?” Nightmare asked as he carefully let the white powder in the necklace piece he was holding fall down into the biggest glass, a crystal glass with gold detail on it. “The only reason to why he would give anything to you.”
Cat held back his answer of that. This wasn’t the first thing Whiplasher had given him without reason, they had even less time now and he settled for just watching how Nightmare hid the star piece under a pile of papers after he had emptied it.
Cat was just about to lift up the brick when Nightmare stopped him by laying his hand over Cat’s arms, having a slightly terrified look in his face.
“Someone is coming.” Nightmare mumbled harsh, when Cat listened closer he also could hear the soft sound of distance steps. “Scream.”
Cat looked at Nightmare confused. “What?”
“Like I hit you. Scream.”
Again Cat trusted him, he couldn’t do much else right now, and let out a long pained scream. The second after Nightmare’s grip around his arm tightened and he got violently thrown onto the floor. A chilling pain spread right through his body when first his hip, and then the rest of his body, met the floor with a loud sound.
The door slammed open, showing Mr. Theroux’s body guard Don that gave them both piercing and threatening stares, his expression didn’t even changed when he saw Cat on the floor.
“What’s going on?” Just like Whiplasher Don’s voice was cold, but in difference from Whiplsher’s. This voice didn’t send chills of pleasure down Cat’s spine.
“This motherfucker tried to give me the wrong drink.”
Cat forced out a apologizing and scared look on his features, hopefully Don wouldn’t question the fact that Nightmare’s drink had already been poured up and stood on the brick with the others and waited to get carried out.
Don gave them both a long look before nodding. “Just leave no bruises: And hurry up.”
If Cat didn’t know that it would have been a dead walk he would have let his teenage instincts act out t and would have kicked Nightmares leg, and hit Don for not caring that a nineteen-year-old got abused by something so banal.
“He’s not worth it.” Nightmare looked like he wanted to spit on Cat, just for the effect., but Cat gave him a warning glance hidden under a fake apologizing expression.
Nightmare snorted and shrugged, quickly brushing past Don and went out through the door. Coldly Don looked at the boy who with hurry got up on his feet and grabbed the brick.
“One more problem and I will personally kill you. Understood?”
“Yes. Sir.” Cat added with gritted teeth after Don’s threatening eyeing, he too quickly went past the bodyguard to come back out to the people filled room.
“I heard screaming.” Mr. Theroux pointed out, not really caring, when the teenage boy served him his drink.
“Yes Sir. I-”
“That was not a question, boy.” Mr. Theroux interrupted coldly, not even looking up at the boy.
Cat glared himself a quick glance at Whiplasher, the man looked with angry eyes on the bald man. Cat smirked just the tiniest by seeing Whiplasher’s reaction from Mr. Theroux’s comment. He knew that his master may react a bit more then he really should when it came to treating Cat bad.
The young boy stepped back to the other servants, as he was supposed to, and let himself just look over the scene before him when a young woman came in. Cat’s eyes immediately widened.
Shit. He thought when the woman leaned down, whispering something to Mr. Theroux to which he chuckled and gave her a key.
Whiplasher looked at the woman and Cat’s mind raced quickly once again. Going after that woman was a bad idea, more than bad, Cat had learned that she was a part of a bigger, rawer, team than Mr. Theroux’s and Whiplasher’s. He wanted to warn them, tell them that they had better left her alone. But he couldn’t do anything without ruining their cover, and that was the last thing he would do.
“Get that key.”
Cat closed his eyes by Nightmare’s words to Skinny; they were screwed, doomed, in lack of better words.
When he opened his eyes again he saw that Skinny already was on his way out, chasing after the beautiful woman. He could only hope that Skinny at least chose not to kill her, but he knew Skinny well enough to know that he could have wished to go to the moon with more luck.
The game went on, cards and money got laid out and Mr. Theroux satisfied brought in everything. The four of them in the room that was in Whiplasher’s team waited patiently for the powder to start working, the glass was close to empty.
“Let’s play roulette instead.” Mr. Theroux decided, immediately a dealer stepped forward among the servants.
Whiplasher nodded, in this mansion they were simply guests, they didn’t had much of an objection that counted.
Skinny stepped back into the room, his eyes found Cat’s for a second, they had a self astimed glance in them that made Cat want to scream in desperation.
“Black, sixteen.”
They all watched how the dealer let the small ball fall down on the spinning wheel, getting tossed carelessly back and forth before the wheel’s pace softened down and the ball settled for just rolling around, slower and slower until it finally stopped.
“Black sixteen.” The dealer announced, pushing over the money to his boss before freezing.
Mr. Theroux didn’t smile that satisfied smile that would have been suspected, he was instead gripping his throat with terrified eyes and a hard breathes.
The wheezing sounds Mr. Theroux gave out while clawing on his collar and tie made Cat want to smile, but he held back, simply watching joyfully on how Mr. Theroux felled down to the floor with suffocated whispers of ‘help’.
Whiplasher nodded and stood up, the other three quickly copied his motion while Cat stepped forward, getting shocked glances from the other servants while Whiplasher just smiled satisfied. The smile turned into a grin when Cat carelessly stepped over the begging Mr. Theroux to get to his team.
Unfortunately for Mr. Theroux, the help would never come.