Graveyard sorta.

[fic_of_elise]

Hello!

I started writing a Wallander (bbc) fic with the intention of being over the top angsty. Now, I know I write angst, but I really, really wanted to just go a bit crazy, and not necessarily be realistic. I also write a draft that is completely stream of consciousness, then edit to a story.

This has not made it to story yet. It's just getting the ideas out. Now... here it is. I don't know what to do with it. I also don't think it's completely dead, so this might actually become a zombie.

Written with Svedburg being alive. I have no idea why, I just did. Also, characterizations are way off. Hence the haven't edited yet part.

Story:

Holgersson looked at the group around the table and sighed. They all sat back, unsure of why they were here. Kurt sat politely, but looking wistfully at the door. Anne-brit exchanged a glance with Svedburg. Lisa finally spoke. She took out a file and placing it down. “I know you all were lead to believe that Martinsson has been retired after his horrible accident.”

Kurt raised an eyebrow, “He wasn’t injured? I saw his leg. It was mangled.”

A half year ago, Magnus had been in a car accident. Kurt had seen the photos, because the oncoming car was apparently a suicidal person, choosing to his Magnus head on. Magnus lived, his passenger and the other driver did not. It had really messed the young man up, and he opted retirement, and healing on his own. No one had heard from him. Lisa looked up into Kurt’s face and said, “No, Kurt, he is neither injured, nor retired. The photos were faked, and luckily, Martinsson is a great actor.”

Kurt sat back, the entire group in shock. “What are you pulling here? Where is Magnus? What is going on?”

Anne-Brit leaned forward, “I am not sure I understand. Did Magnus fake these? Did you? Are you covering something up?”

“Detective Martinsson was sent deep undercover. We needed to have him leave this life and fully integrate himself in his new one.” Lisa opened the file and began to pass around photos.

The photos weren’t many. There was a tall gentleman, bald head, dark eyes. He wore a long wool coat, and smoked cigarettes. He had a body guard with him in every place he went to. “That is Jhonas Thorson. The other man is a hired hand. Thorson has been taking advantage of our neutrality in world affairs and has been using our land as a transition point. He mainly deals with weapons, but has his fingers on the drug cartels in the area. Thorson is part of a larger group. His specialty is Russian and Northern Europe in General.”

Crossing his hands together, Kurt interrupted, “Why are you telling us this? It would be my guess that this is all classified… And what does a terrorist have anything to do with Magnus?”

Anne-brit leaned forward, “Do they have Magnus? Is he involved? A kidnapping? Not a…”

Lisa looked down grim, “We don’t know what happened. Martinsson was sent in six months ago. He was to report back every two weeks. We have not heard from him in 6 weeks. This could mean one of two things. He has turned, or he’s dead.”

Kurt rubbed his face. They were all absorbing the information. Magnus Martinsson. He was smart, but he was young, inexperienced. He still pushed Kurt due to his lack of discipline. “This still doesn’t answer my question. Why are you telling us this?”

Lisa rubbed her eyes, revealing that she was exhausted from this news. “That’s the next thing. A body- of sorts- was found. I need to know if it is Martinsson, or something unrelated. I have forensics, but I want you to investigate this first.”

“Oh god,” Anne-Brit said, “Does he have family? Do we need to contact anyone?”

“We don’t know if he’s dead even!” Svedburg said, speaking for the first time.

Kurt cleared his throat, “Alright. Here’s what we’re going to do. Go to the crime scene, process it like it’s a regular crime scene. If it’s Martinsson, then we’ll get new people in and deal with it from there. If it’s not, then we will process it like it’s a regular crimes scene. We need to do our jobs!”

The group sobered up a bit more, Kurt’s fist hitting the table. Lisa passed out directions. “Forensics will have to do this identification. It appears that there was a fire, intentional, to burn the evidence. We’ve got teeth… maybe hair, but most likely not. Hopefully some bones.. We’re just not sure. I want to bring Martinsson home, if he is in trouble, or, have his murderers brought in. This is all confidential. No press, no discussing it with family. Top Secret. If he’s alive, then his life depends on you folks and the world not knowing a thing.”

Nodding, Kurt grabbed the directions and his coat, leaving, the other two scrambling after.

The crime scene proved to be troublesome. There were teeth fragments collected and sent off to Nyberg. It appeared, from the drag marks, and blood, that the body was dragged in, unconscious or dead already, and the shack set on fire. The blood from the dragging had been sprayed with ammonia, destroying the samples. It was useless to collect. Kurt walked around, whoever did this was efficient, and had wanted the evidence to be completely destroyed. The killers wanted their victim to remain anonymous. He had hoped the teeth fragments could be of use.

He walked around the small burnt shack, thinking about Magnus and hoping that it wasn’t him.. but hating the alternative. Was Magnus the type of guy to turn on them? He had been so convincing about retirement, and the injury. He had convinced them all that he had just burnt out and was emotional from the survivor’s guilt. Kurt concluded that he was unsure if he really knew Magnus as well as he should. He would just shout orders to him, generally, even though there was a mutual respect.

Anne-Brit cleared her throat and said, “Kurt…? Kurt? I’ve been calling you!”

Kurt looked up, “Sorry, Anne-Brit, what’ve you got?”

The woman smiled sadly and said, “We found some tire tracks… looks like our victim in there was tortured a bit before they were killed.”

“Take me there,” Kurt said, moving in the firection she came.

“There’s more. We found some clothing… hair samples…” She wiped her eyes and said softly, “Blood stains.”

“Magnus.” Kurt said, not wanting to believe it. The air seemed heavy, too heavy to breathe. Anne-Brit seemed to be having the same problems.
“We won’t know till Nyberg checks it out,” she said, “It could just be a coincidence.”

Kurt nodded and said, “Well, lets do our job, and bring home Magnus, one way or another.”

The shock of finding out that Magnus was tortured, and then killed brutally, was nothing in comparison to the shock that Kurt felt when looking at these photos. Lisa sat across from them again. “What is this?” Anne-Brit said, eyes wide, “I don’t believe this. It’s been… “

She took a deep breath. They had a funeral for the Detective, with very few people in attendance. Magnus apparently had no family, and had kept to himself. Kurt was beginning to understand him more. He overworked because he was tired. Kurt had an urge to find Jhonas Thorsen and bring him to justice. Now, they were sitting together with this newest revelation. Magnus was very much alive.

Kurt looked at the photo. Magnus was clearly standing in a room. Thorsen stood behind him, with a hand on his back. Magnus’ head was down. There was another photo, of Magnus being beaten. Two men were punching him, while Thorsen watched. The third was the most shocking. It was of Magnus, being held almost tenderly in Thorsen’s arms. Magnus was looking up and his face looked relieved, and happy. He was smiling.

Dropping the photos, Kurt said, “I don’t know what to make of this… he’s alive… he’s being forced to be there… and he also… is there ally? There has to be something we’re missing. Do we have another insider?”
Svedburg shrugged and said, “He looks so happy in this last one… but in this one, he’s clearly being beaten.”

“If he turned… it could be initiation. He already faked an injury, and now he’s faked his own death.” Anne-Brit said.

“Perhaps he’s worked for Thorsen all along?” Svedburg said.

Kurt shook his head, “Magnus… what are you doing?”

Lisa shrugged and said, “I don’t know, but we need to find out. Our insider is going to set up a weapons exchange. Of course, there will be no weaponry. The government wants us in a minor detail. We will be the sources of the exchange, while the military will be executing everything.”

Rubbing his face, Kurt said, “And if Magnus is in fact working for him?”

“You bring him in, arrest him.” Lisa frowned a bit before saying, “And if he puts anyone in danger, you shoot him. He is both a suspected terrorist, and a prisoner. Do everything you can to sort this out.”

Magnus woke up, reaching over instinctively to where Jhonas slept. It was empty. He sat up, swearing he heard a gunshot. Magnus moved from the bed, gingerly. He made it to the door, wrapping a blanket around him, but knowing that he wasn’t allowed to move further. “Jh…Jhonas?” He called out quietly, meekly.

There were another few gun shots, and Magnus’ eyes widened. “JHONAS!!” He yelled.

Magnus pulled, but his leg was chained to the bed side. He turned, wrapping both arms around the thick metal, pulling with his might. His muscles ached, and he kept pulling. Magnus began to scream Jhonas’ name. He didn’t know what he’d do without Jhonas. He had nowhere to go, no family. He didn’t even have a name. Outside of this home, he was considered dead. Jhonas brought him life and safety. He could never go back.

Suddenly, Jhonas rushed in, gun out. He shut the door and wrapped an arm around Magnus. “I got to go, Magnus,” Jhonas said, “Tell them the truth, they’ll take care of you. Tell them that I’m a monster.”

Magnus’ eyes widened, “What? You’re not a monster. You’re the best thing to happen to me in my entire life. I can’t betray you like that.”

Jhonas smiled, bending down and kissing Magnus, before pulling back and going towards his closet, grabbing a few things. Magnus shook his head and said, “Please take me with you… I’m nothing without you. You taught me that… please don’t leave me.”

Jhonas heard knocking and men’s voices on the other side of the door. Jhonas shot a few times at the door, before reloading. “You’ve got to be strong. I want you alive, Magnus, safe.”

Magnus grabbed Jhonas’ arms, shaking his head, tears pouring from his face, “Don’t leave me… please don’t…”

Suddenly, the door slammed open, and Jhonas began to fire again. He pushed Magnus, so that he was behind the bed. Magnus stumbled and turned, standing up to return to Jhonas when he saw him on the ground, blood pooling around him. Jhonas was dead. Magnus began to scream uncontrollably. He raced to the body, wrapping his arms around Jhonas. The officers began to call in for an ambulance. He heard Kurt’s voice down the hallway and Magnus shut his eyes tight. He could hear people telling him to let go, and to go with them. People were asking him where the key was. “Get away!” he yelled back, vision fuzzy from tears.

He pressed his lips to Jhonas’, not feeling them respond, tasting coppery blood. He wanted to die as well. “Shoot me too!” Magnus said, “Shoot me too! I’m a terrorist too! I am a threat! Kill me!!”

“Magnus, no…” Kurt’s voice said, “We’ve got you.. you’re safe… someone find that damn key! Unlock him!”

Magnus shook his head, face full of hatred and fear. He brought his arms around Jhonas’ dead body, tucking his face into Jhonas’ neck. He was so warm… he could just be sleeping, almost. He smelled like him. He couldn’t be dead… Kurt tried to keep talking to him, but Magnus felt his body shutting down, the adrenaline rush and the fear draining him. He heard more talk of an ambulance, and heard Kurt thank god that they’d found a key.

Magnus’ eyes flew open and he reached out, “Don’t unlock it, Kurt! Please!”

“I must, Magnus, if we’re to get you to a hospital.”

“Don’t… it’s the only thing I have…don’t unlock me. Don’t. “ Magnus felt
the tears beginning again, “You already killed him, don’t destroy the only thing I have left… please… it’s like he’s holding me…”

Kurt’s eyes clouded over in pain and pity for the younger man. He had no idea what had gone on in the last 8 months for Magnus, but it had clearly destroyed him. “This is for your own good, Magnus…” Kurt said, undoing the latch.

Magnus watched in horror as he was freed. His face crumbled and he fell back onto Jhonas, eyes shutting. He wouldn’t respond any more, he didn’t have it in him. He wouldn’t open his eyes. the EMTs did eventually come and he was transported to the nearest hospital, with security.

“Tell me how is Magnus?” Lisa said, looking up at her team.

They were give the day off, and then it was back to work. As expected, most of them had stayed at the hospital. Kurt sighed and said, “We still have no idea what happened. It appears that he was tortured for a while, and then switched… but as a partner to Thorsen. It explains the photos… Thorsen broke him and owned him… Magnus is not the Magnus we know.”
Anne-Brit covered her eyes and said, “What could’ve possibly gone down?”

“He was begging for me to not unchain him.” Kurt said, “as if he were afraid to be free. Like that was the last thing he had.”

Lisa sighed and said, “Well, he’s with some therapists now he focus on Stockholm syndrome, as well as captivity victims. His health report is mostly fine. A few fractures… starvation. Lots of bruising and there are cuts along his backside… internal injuries as well. I believe it’d be for the best if he had an assistant moving in with him.”

“Assisted Living?” Svedburg said, “He’s not an invalid! He’ll snap out of it.”

Lisa nodded, “I want to bring him in. Have him remember this place, but also know he’s safe to share.”

Kurt nodded, “Anything for the kid, anything.”

Magnus looked down at his clothes, clean and pressed. He had a therapist with him, who he couldn’t remember her name. It seemed like every little noise and movement would frighten him. Magnus finally looked up and said, voice softer than usual, “I’m sorry, what Kurt? I wasn’t listening.”

Kurt nodded, “Course not, understandably. We were wondering if you could tell us anything about Thorsen. In your own time.”

With a slight shrug, Magnus looked away and said, “his name was Jhonas and he liked to play chess with me. He had an orchid collection. He was particular.”

Magnus’ voice dropped off for a second and he said, “He promised me that he’d take me on a vacation.”

Kurt nodded, not being able to stop his eyes from looking sadly at his former coworker and friend. Magnus sighed, “Listen, I know.. I know I was sent in to do a job. They found out… and when they were interrogating me, he’d come in and bring me water. He was a kind person. He took a liking to me, and saved my life.”

Kurt knew that an undercover cop discovered was an undercover cop dead. Thorsen had picked Martinsson. With enough physical abuse, he knew that Martinsson’s survival instinct would kick in and he’d align himself with the best course of survival. Thorsen. “Magnus, you know that he was the one who ordered the beatings on you. He’s the one who had you starved. He manipulated you.”

“I was there, Kurt, I know,” Magnus said, “I’m been to police academy. I’ve read profiles of those who have been in my shoes.”

“Do you still think Thorsen had your best interests in line?” Kurt said,

“You know you were kidnapped.”
Magnus flinched, “I’m not willing to let go of the idea that Jhonas was there for me. He was, even if he was a terrible man.”

The therapist cleared her throat and said, “Magnus and I have been working on uncovering the bad memories that Magnus has replaced with good ones.”

“There were good ones!” Magnus said, irritated, “You’re not listening.”

“I found you chained, Magnus,” Kurt said, “And you begged me to not let you go.”

Magnus ducked his head, embarrassed, “Yes well… I had a lot of pressure on me. Are we done here?”

“How were you found out?” Kurt said, changing the topic.

“Not sure… I showed up for our meeting, and one of the other men said I was a cop and had proof. Jhonas let them do things, then came in, put me in a room. Only he brought me things, unless I was being… hurt.”

“How long?” Kurt said, “Lisa says you cut off communication for almost two months.”

“Was it that long?” Magnus said, staring up at the ceiling. “No, I couldn’t have been in there for two months… impossible. Jhonas saved me from them, from that.”

“What happened in that room?”

“I already told you!” Magnus said, getting angry, “You’ve got pictures of me getting beaten.”

Kurt shook his head, “You told me they hurt you. How did they hurt you?”

“I want to see Jhonas’ body.” Magnus said, looking up, his face dark and steely. His eyes were filled with anger and hatred. Kurt for a second thought he was sitting across from an enemy.

“No.”

“No?” Magnus said, “It’s right downstairs. Just take me there.”

“No,” Kurt said, “I don’t think it would be good for you.”

“Everything is for my own good, isn’t it?” Magnus sneered, “When do I get to say what is good?”

“Just tell us the facts, Magnus, and we’ll see what we can do.”

“You’re dismissing me.”

Kurt sighed and said, “If we want to get to the bottom of this, Magnus. Of the mission you were sent on and your personal situation, we need to talk.”

Magnus shook his head and turned to the therapist, “I’d like to go home now. There’s nothing for me to say.”

“What happened in that room, dammit!” Kurt said, standing up.

Magnus clenched his fists and moved out of the room, grabbing his jacket. Anne-Brit stood up, “Magnus?”

“Get back to work, Anne-Brit, I’ve nothing to say.” Magnus made it out the door, the young therapist giving an apologetic look and raced after him.

Lisa had brought in Magnus every day for the past three days. He was getting less jumpy, and more annoyed by the interogations. “I have told you everything.” He said, hands gripping the cup of coffee.

“Your therapist says that’s not true, and I believe her,” Kurt said, “Whatever happened, Magnus, we can work on it. You’re completely safe now.”

A heavy sigh escaped Magnus’ lips, and he leaned back in his seat. His eyes were large and worried, and it seemed like he had gotten more wrinkles since his captivity. Magnus sipped his coffee mug and said, “Why?”

“Why what?” Kurt asked, “Why did this happen to you?”

A slow blink and Magnus said, “Well yes… but that’s not what I meant. Why do you want answers? Jhonas is dead, the operation was a success.”

“Except that you can’t return to work because you’ve been through something horrendous,” Kurt said, “And we need you healthy.”

“Get another tech guy.” Magnus said dismissively.

Kurt sighed and took out a folder. “This is a missing persons case. A young girl who befriended someone online… went to meet htem and disappeared. We’re having a terrible time with her computer and getting the source of the predator.”

Magnus sat up, clearly interested, “So what did the logs say after you got in.”

“I haven’t gotten in.” Kurt said.

Magnus reached his hands out for the file, “What is the computer? What is the system?”

Kurt pulled the file away and Magnus immediately rolled his eyes, knowing he had fallen for a trick. “Magnus. We need you. You’ve got to tell us what happened first. If anything to add charges to the men we’ve arrested.”

“Why do you need to know? Why not wait till I get cleared to work, and let me work!” Magnus rubbed his face.

“Because you’ll never be cleared to work if you don’t let it out.”

“This is rich coming from you, Kurt.” Magnus said, “I don’t want to shre. I’ve given everything I can.” Magnus looked up, “Can I please… please see him? Im begging.”

Kurt shook his head, “I can’t. He was your abuser, Magnus. He didn’t love you or cherish you.”

Magnus rolled his eyes again and said, voice hollow, “I know that. I know he was a bad man.”

“Do you really?” Kurt said, “Because his men are talking.”

Magnus shifted uncomfortably in his chair. “Yeah?” He said shakily.
“They said that they could hear you screaming throughout the complex. That you eventually gave yourself over to him. Completely.”

Magnus’ eyes were caught in a memory. He was frozen, looking away from Kurt, and looking frail.Kurt brought his voice down softly, “Tell me Magnus… what happened to you? We can help. You’re not alone.”

“T..touched me…” Magnus said, then snapped out of it, “I’m done here! I’m DONE!”

He stormed from the room, knowing it was unlocked and made his way towards the front door. He paused, looking up at his old friends, and turned, running to the basement, to the morgue. Kurt saw the action and yelled, “Stop him!”

Magnus slammed the door shut on the morgue, dragging a table in front of it. He walked over, pulling out the slabs until he found Jhonas’. Magnus stared at the body and began to yell, his fists hitting Thorsen’s chest. He punched harder and harder, and soon arms were around him. “I hate you! I hate you! You ruined me! Destroyed everything! You gave me to them like I was a whore!”

Kurt had banned Lisa from any more in office interrogations. Since then, he hadn’t seen Magnus, and nor had anyone else. Anne-brit had gone to his home, and he hadn’t changed clothes, or showered in days. He was incoherent for the most part, then unresponsive. He wasn’t happy to see her at all. Anne-Brit shared this with Kurt, hwo then decided that he would visit, and bring Magnus to his own place for a few days. It was large enough, and with his father gone… empty.

Magnus surprisingly agreed, only packing a single bag with not many items in it. Kurt made him shower, and put on new clothes. The ride over was silent, but Magnus was the one who started talking. “What are we going to eat? I haven’t spent much time in your home.”

“Stay as long as you need to,” Kurt said “I’m not turning you away. You shouldn’t be alone.”

“I can handle this.” Magnus said, “Promise. I’m getting better.”

“You went through a terrible thing, I’m just giving you space to deal with it.” Kurt smiled, “Then, if you’d like, you can come back. Part time.”

Magnus frowned, “They don’t want me back? Of course I want to come back.”

“Well, then deal with it first.” Kurt said, “I don’t want you to go in over your head, and have a set back.”

“I’m not some victim here, Kurt,” Magnus said.

“Yes, Magnus,” Kurt said, pulling into his drive way, “you are.”

Magnus made a face and then said, “So what? You’re going to lock me up in your home? Talk me to death? Man to man bonding?”

“Something like that.” Kurt shrugged, “I really just want you to relax and share if you want to.”

Kurt showed Magnus around. They had approached the abandoned stable and magnus raised his eyes. He began to be more proactive in his searchings, he asked more questions, and his body seemed the resonate. He was excited. He was happy, and not thinking about his abuse. Kurt shrugged inside and said, “Previous owners had a horse. I thought about fixing it up, but never got the time.”

“Look at that… you’ve got a lot of equiptment here…” Magnus began to climb the ladder to the loft. “Oh, Kurt… its still sound…”

Kurt didn’t’ repond, but merely stood, watching Magnus. After a while, Magnus came back, a smile on his face, “You should get a horse.”

“It’s a mess.”

“Can I fix that?” he asked, “Since I’m not allowed to work…” He fixed a glare at Kurt.

Kurt smirked and laughed, “you’re fine. Fix wht you wan…”

Kurt looked out the window. Magnus was unaware that he was being observed. He gently stroked the steed’s neck, brushing it. The horse would push into him, affectionately, and Magnus would smile, but it was always brief.

Warnings: stockolm syndrome, implied non-con, dub-con, and general over the top angst. Bad fic. Did i mention this was BAD FIC?