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Title: Payback's a Bitch
Author: miss_mandy
Pairing: None
Rating: R
Warnings: Graphic violence, very disturbing, minor character death
Summary: T-bag decides to get some revenge on Abruzzi.
Author's Note: Post-escape, slightly AU.
He had been waiting for this moment for a long time now. He couldn’t remember how many times he had played it over and over in his head, but now it was finally time. They hadn’t been easy to find and it had cost him a fair bit of the money he had stashed away before his incarceration, but oh, it was worth it. It was all worth it.
He watched the four of them from the window. They were all alone, no armed goons, no guys with crowbars ready to take out your kneecaps. He didn’t think John would be so stupid. After all, it hadn’t taken much to get a location out of Manietti. John really should be more careful with who he trusts. He gripped the gun in his hand, feeling the cold steel against his skin. Tonight he’d get his revenge.
***
“Thank you, dear,” Abruzzi said, smiling as his wife handed him a plate.
Sylvia could make the best lasagna in all of Chicago and he was happy to be having a good meal. She kissed him on the cheek and sat down, taking her spot at the other side of the table, facing her husband. Nicole and John Jr. sat on the other sides, making faces at each other. Nicole had drawn a little heart in the sauce on her plate.
“Thanks for makin’ my favourite, mommy,” she said and it made Abruzzi grin.
She was his little angel, always so polite saying her pleases and thank yous. She was going to be so beautiful when she grew up.
The sound of the back door creaking open snapped Abruzzi out of his thoughts. Sylvia stiffened and rose out of her chair slightly.
“Mommy, what’s wrong?” Nicole asked.
Abruzzi put his hand out, signaling for her to sit, then slowly got up from his chair. The kids were silent, knowing that they had to be quiet in case it was the bad men coming to take their dad away.
Abruzzi went to his coat hanging up on the wall, ready to reach into the pocket and pull out the switchblade from within, but before he could do it a fist came out from around the corner and hit him square in the face. Abruzzi fell backwards onto the ground as the blurry form of a man whipped past him. Nicole screamed and Sylvia jumped out of her chair, a steak knife held in her hand.
“Uh uh uh,” Abruzzi heard the man say and he heard the click of a gun cocking, “Drop it.”
The knife clattered to the floor. Abruzzi’s mind raced. He tried to get up, but a gun pointed at his head prevented him. And that’s when he saw the face staring back at him. It was T-bag.
“Payback’s a bitch, ain’t it John?” he said and before Abruzzi could reply, T-bag clubbed him over the head with the butt of the gun.
***
“…should be more careful…”
“I’ve been chosen…”
“Daddy!”
“I’ll back out.”
“See ya, fish.”
“…killed a kid…”
“Please God, don’t hurt them…”
“…my favourite…”
“Where’s Fibonacci?”
“Payback’s a bitch…”
Bang!
Abruzzi awoke with a start at the sound of a gun going off. He looked around frantically, but there was no one there. It was dark and he realized that he was now sitting in the living room. He had been propped up against the couch, his hands tied behind his back. The TV was on, the static on the screen blaring at him. There was a remote near his foot with a note attached to it.
“Press play”
Abruzzi wriggled his hands behind his back, trying to free himself. The bastard had tied them tight, that’s for sure, it was practically cutting off the circulation. While still trying to free himself, Abruzzi moved his foot over to the remote and after a little bit of maneuvering managed to hit the play button with his toe. The video camera hooked up to the TV whirred to life as the image of T-bag’s smiling face appeared on the screen.
The murderer adjusted the camera, then stepped back, allowing Abruzzi to see his wife and kids all kneeling on the dining room floor behind him. Abruzzi moved his hands faster, trying to free them.
“Hi John,” T-bag beamed and Abruzzi felt a shudder run through him. “Bet you didn’t expect to see me,” T-bag continued, “But you should have known better than that. Did you really think I was just going to forget what you did? Did you think I was just gonna let bygones be bygones after you killed my cousin? After you shot his four year old son?!”
His emotions seemed to be getting the better of him and he cleared his throat, calming himself down before continuing. “I wonder what you’d do if I put a bullet in your son’s head?” he mused and he pointed the gun at John Jr. Abruzzi gasped and felt the world go gray, but T-bag didn’t pull the trigger.
“Had you there for a moment, didn’t I?” the killer grinned, “But no, you didn’t start with the kid did you? So I won’t either.”
He walked over to Sylvia and grabbed her by the hair, tilting her head back as he knelt down next to her. He kissed her neck and looked into the camera, smiling at Abruzzi.
“Pretty little thing,” T-bag drawled, “Although she seems a little bit too young for you. But who am I to judge?”
He let go of her and stood up and Abruzzi moved his hands frantically as he watched T-bag back up and point the gun at her.
“An eye for an eye, right?” he said, deadly calm, and then he shot her right in the back of the head. Abruzzi cried out as he watched his wife’s body slump to the ground. He heard his children scream and a few drops of blood splattered on the camera lens.
“How’s it feel, Johnny?!” T-bag yelled into the camera, then he added calmer, “You feel your heart being ripped in half? Maybe this will help.” And he pointed the gun at John Jr.
“No!” Abruzzi cried out as the gun went off.
His son fell over backwards, his face a bloody pulp and Nicole shrieked, her scream piercing his ears as Abruzzi's sobs mixed with hers.
“Now we’re even,” T-bag said and then he looked back at Nicole. “I think I’ll take this one just for fun. Have myself a real good time, what do you say to that John?”
He picked Nicole up around the waist and she screamed, pleading for her dad to help her. “Wave bye-bye to daddy,” T-bag drawled, then he flicked off the camera, the screen going dark.
Abruzzi felt the bonds snap right off his wrists as he jumped up, enraged. He was going to find that sick son of a bitch and break his neck with his bare hands. He didn’t know how, but he’d find him. He raced to the door, stepping over the bodies of his wife and son, wanting to stay, wanting to mourn, but knowing that he had to get to his daughter. T-bag couldn’t have gotten far. He would find him.
I might write more of this one, I just don't know yet. For now I'm leaving it open ended.
Author: miss_mandy
Pairing: None
Rating: R
Warnings: Graphic violence, very disturbing, minor character death
Summary: T-bag decides to get some revenge on Abruzzi.
Author's Note: Post-escape, slightly AU.
He had been waiting for this moment for a long time now. He couldn’t remember how many times he had played it over and over in his head, but now it was finally time. They hadn’t been easy to find and it had cost him a fair bit of the money he had stashed away before his incarceration, but oh, it was worth it. It was all worth it.
He watched the four of them from the window. They were all alone, no armed goons, no guys with crowbars ready to take out your kneecaps. He didn’t think John would be so stupid. After all, it hadn’t taken much to get a location out of Manietti. John really should be more careful with who he trusts. He gripped the gun in his hand, feeling the cold steel against his skin. Tonight he’d get his revenge.
***
“Thank you, dear,” Abruzzi said, smiling as his wife handed him a plate.
Sylvia could make the best lasagna in all of Chicago and he was happy to be having a good meal. She kissed him on the cheek and sat down, taking her spot at the other side of the table, facing her husband. Nicole and John Jr. sat on the other sides, making faces at each other. Nicole had drawn a little heart in the sauce on her plate.
“Thanks for makin’ my favourite, mommy,” she said and it made Abruzzi grin.
She was his little angel, always so polite saying her pleases and thank yous. She was going to be so beautiful when she grew up.
The sound of the back door creaking open snapped Abruzzi out of his thoughts. Sylvia stiffened and rose out of her chair slightly.
“Mommy, what’s wrong?” Nicole asked.
Abruzzi put his hand out, signaling for her to sit, then slowly got up from his chair. The kids were silent, knowing that they had to be quiet in case it was the bad men coming to take their dad away.
Abruzzi went to his coat hanging up on the wall, ready to reach into the pocket and pull out the switchblade from within, but before he could do it a fist came out from around the corner and hit him square in the face. Abruzzi fell backwards onto the ground as the blurry form of a man whipped past him. Nicole screamed and Sylvia jumped out of her chair, a steak knife held in her hand.
“Uh uh uh,” Abruzzi heard the man say and he heard the click of a gun cocking, “Drop it.”
The knife clattered to the floor. Abruzzi’s mind raced. He tried to get up, but a gun pointed at his head prevented him. And that’s when he saw the face staring back at him. It was T-bag.
“Payback’s a bitch, ain’t it John?” he said and before Abruzzi could reply, T-bag clubbed him over the head with the butt of the gun.
***
“…should be more careful…”
“I’ve been chosen…”
“Daddy!”
“I’ll back out.”
“See ya, fish.”
“…killed a kid…”
“Please God, don’t hurt them…”
“…my favourite…”
“Where’s Fibonacci?”
“Payback’s a bitch…”
Bang!
Abruzzi awoke with a start at the sound of a gun going off. He looked around frantically, but there was no one there. It was dark and he realized that he was now sitting in the living room. He had been propped up against the couch, his hands tied behind his back. The TV was on, the static on the screen blaring at him. There was a remote near his foot with a note attached to it.
“Press play”
Abruzzi wriggled his hands behind his back, trying to free himself. The bastard had tied them tight, that’s for sure, it was practically cutting off the circulation. While still trying to free himself, Abruzzi moved his foot over to the remote and after a little bit of maneuvering managed to hit the play button with his toe. The video camera hooked up to the TV whirred to life as the image of T-bag’s smiling face appeared on the screen.
The murderer adjusted the camera, then stepped back, allowing Abruzzi to see his wife and kids all kneeling on the dining room floor behind him. Abruzzi moved his hands faster, trying to free them.
“Hi John,” T-bag beamed and Abruzzi felt a shudder run through him. “Bet you didn’t expect to see me,” T-bag continued, “But you should have known better than that. Did you really think I was just going to forget what you did? Did you think I was just gonna let bygones be bygones after you killed my cousin? After you shot his four year old son?!”
His emotions seemed to be getting the better of him and he cleared his throat, calming himself down before continuing. “I wonder what you’d do if I put a bullet in your son’s head?” he mused and he pointed the gun at John Jr. Abruzzi gasped and felt the world go gray, but T-bag didn’t pull the trigger.
“Had you there for a moment, didn’t I?” the killer grinned, “But no, you didn’t start with the kid did you? So I won’t either.”
He walked over to Sylvia and grabbed her by the hair, tilting her head back as he knelt down next to her. He kissed her neck and looked into the camera, smiling at Abruzzi.
“Pretty little thing,” T-bag drawled, “Although she seems a little bit too young for you. But who am I to judge?”
He let go of her and stood up and Abruzzi moved his hands frantically as he watched T-bag back up and point the gun at her.
“An eye for an eye, right?” he said, deadly calm, and then he shot her right in the back of the head. Abruzzi cried out as he watched his wife’s body slump to the ground. He heard his children scream and a few drops of blood splattered on the camera lens.
“How’s it feel, Johnny?!” T-bag yelled into the camera, then he added calmer, “You feel your heart being ripped in half? Maybe this will help.” And he pointed the gun at John Jr.
“No!” Abruzzi cried out as the gun went off.
His son fell over backwards, his face a bloody pulp and Nicole shrieked, her scream piercing his ears as Abruzzi's sobs mixed with hers.
“Now we’re even,” T-bag said and then he looked back at Nicole. “I think I’ll take this one just for fun. Have myself a real good time, what do you say to that John?”
He picked Nicole up around the waist and she screamed, pleading for her dad to help her. “Wave bye-bye to daddy,” T-bag drawled, then he flicked off the camera, the screen going dark.
Abruzzi felt the bonds snap right off his wrists as he jumped up, enraged. He was going to find that sick son of a bitch and break his neck with his bare hands. He didn’t know how, but he’d find him. He raced to the door, stepping over the bodies of his wife and son, wanting to stay, wanting to mourn, but knowing that he had to get to his daughter. T-bag couldn’t have gotten far. He would find him.
I might write more of this one, I just don't know yet. For now I'm leaving it open ended.