Angels Choking On Their Halos-Chapter Six:Can And Will Be Held Against You.
Title: Angels Choking On Their Halos.
Author: notjustlyrics
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Alex Gaskarth/Jack Barakat
Summary: Can you imagine if the carnage they had predicted in 2012 had actually happened? Alex Gaskarth doesn't needed to. He's lived through it, right until the end when the devil's children came out to play. Jack Barakat is a proud solider to his master's religion but can you possibly imagine what will happen when they order comes to kill his favorite human?
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
I felt the air thicken as he left the room, leaving me in my thoughts. The ones that ran rampage through my mind, taunting me, telling me I was nothing more that dirt that covered the floors of the spotless marble that echoed the steps of every footfall around the silent room. My heart beat was louder than my breathing, I could hear nothing but the blood pumping through my ears as I slowly, so slowly came to terms with what I had done, what I had become.
I was shackled to a life of slavery, my fate changed to serve these monstrosities that claimed the land I once had the pleasure of calling my home. My chest rose and fell, heavy with the air filling my lungs, weighted. It was almost too much effort to force it from my body but I fear the reaper too much to just die where I lay here.
Why was I praying to God, he let this happen to us, he won’t spare any of his precious time to help me now. Oh God help me now, I do need it.
I could not dress, my clothes were destroyed, I had nothing new to wear and so I was left to feel uncomfortable in my own skin for one of the first times in my existence. I didn’t have a life anymore, he made sure of that. I close my eyes, try to sleep away situation, maybe it is all just a dream and I will wake up in the shelter next to the old man that took care of me. I would jolt awake, shiver at the memories and adventure to find us food as usual. Sleep would not come; the memories would not leave me alone, the sound of steps by the door making me imagine that he was back already, made my heart jump in what I cannot justify. Why do I feel so strongly neither for nor against that demonic creature?
Seconds ticked into minutes which crept into hours at a pace that sat under your skin until it crawled with discomfort, until you could not sit still. That sense only heightens when he sung the door open, in what appears to be a bad attempt at making his entrance grand. It did nothing but make him look like a fool, a grinning fool at that. My mouth stayed clamped shut, my eyes travelling away from his after the shock of his disastrous appearance. If fear did not grip at my heart I would have scoffed, rolled my eyes as he strode across the room as if he were some kind of royal that deserved respect. He did not, probably would never deserve my respect.
“Did’ya miss me?” Not in the slightest, yes definitely. My mind answered with the intensity of a divided crowd, it made me flinch. He chuckled.
“I’ll take that as a no then?” He, Jack, perched himself on the end of the elegant bedstead as if we were mere spouses and he had come in from a hard day of slaving away in a over-heated office in uncomfortable chairs surrounded by the monotonous clicking of keyboard. The blood flowing beneath my skin boiled as he glanced at me forcing me to avert my glare in the hopes that he would not see it and I would not have to have the pleasure of seeing rage take over his body.
When he did not hear an answer fall from my lips nor any action to acknowledge him he reached a hand forward to grasp my leg through the disgustingly silky sheet that cover covered my unclothed body, the self-confident, self-assured tone that I had come so used to hearing over the twenty-four hours that we had known each-other once again reared it’s unpleasant head.
“Aw come on babe, don’t be like that,” Babe, are you joking with me?
“Excuse me?” Were the first words that escaped my mouth that day, echoing my mind with the repulsed tone evident in the little I had spoken.
He expects me to sit as a lap dog at his feet, all wide eyed and feeble minded as he instructs me to roll over and play ball? He expects the tiny powerless human to serve and obey his new master, what he expects of me is not what I shall become and he will have to learn that. Rebellion had once again gripped hold of me.
“What did you just say?” His playful and condescending features had dropped, the mischief and the lust left only a look of annoyance behind that I am sure was meant to be intimating. If only I had the energy to care.
“I said, excuse me. As in what gives you the right to keep me here forcibly and against my will, to have the audacity to call me babe?” It was like I was trapped inside a control room with a table full of buttons I should definitely not be pressing and yet I sat and pushed each one anyway, his face filling with rage more and more as each word that drifted in the space between us.
“Who do you think you are?” Is he seriously asking me that question? By this time he has already stood up, pacing the room and from what I’m guess making a conscious effort not to kill me. At this point my patience has worn too thin to care about the prospect of these being my last minutes on earth.
“I think I am a human that deserves some form of respect, I am not an animal, I will not be treated like one, I am not about to come running at your every beck and call and I certainly won’t stand the attitude that you used towards me. I am not your plaything,” my voice rose with each syllable I spoke, I sat up daring to make eye contact with the beast, my glare not relenting as I watching him seethe.
He stopped mid-stride, a look of pure outrage contorting his once handsome features, he turns and fixes me with his eyes burning in anger. His steps towards me are loud and heavy, I thought for a second that this was the end, my natural reaction was to flinch away from the predator but yet I hold strong.
Bad idea Alex.
His grip around my throat was tight as he lifted me from the bed, slamming me into the wall adjacent to it, my back smacking against cold marble, my head colliding with it making a sickening crack that spread a painfully heat around my skull. I clawed and scratched the hand that was holding me effortless off the ground so that our eyes were level and the compression of my trachea was slowly depriving my body of precious oxygen. His face was inches from my own, much like last night but for a very different reason, his breath ghosting, pressing against my face like an invisible force as he whispered poisonous words.
“Stop struggling,” I did.
“You seem to forget who you are, what this planet has become. You no longer hold any value, you are nothing,” The lack of breath was begin to make his face blur.
“I own you, you are mine and you will do what I say even if it’s against your will, do you understand me?”
Silence.
“I said do you understand me?”
Silence.
He pulled me back and once again threw me at the cold surface behind me, he screamed.
“Do you understand me?” his face red, his pupils dilated, you could see the boiling tension beneath his flesh.
“Yes.” I whimpered head numb.
“Yes what?” He spat.
“Yes master.”
“Good,” He dropped me to the floor gasping for air, as naked as the day I was born and self-respect all but shattered before me. I curled my knees to my chest still struggling to catch my breath, I stared blank at the door that he had just slammed shut.
And I wished that he had killed me the night we met.