Lost fic: 5 Manipulations of a Monster
Title: Five Manipulations of a Monster
Rating: R
Characters: Man in Black, Jacob, Richard, Ben
Notes: Written for my dear friend auntiesamn in celebration of her monumental achievement.
Jacob thinks that his enemy likes this. The moans coming from the other man as he fucks Jacob against the Foot wall are proof of it.
It makes the other man smile to himself and he presses his face into Jacob's shoulder, lest he see. He hates every minute of this: He hates the way Jacob arches into him, he hates that stupid smirk that crosses his face when Jacob thinks that his enemy is here because he needs this. The truth is, he needs Jacob to think that he wants this, that he's weak enough to desire the basest of mortal urges.
This is the longest manipulation and sometimes even he forgets that he does this to see Jacob begging for something only his enemy can give.
***
The easiest, of course, was fooling a child. He would not think of his own mother, he told himself, as he took on the form of Emily Linus. They shared no similarities, his mother and Emily, and Jacob would laugh if he knew his enemy gave thought to being sentimental.
He retreats into the jungle to the sound of the boy's echoing cries. His own laughter rises up against it and he knows his ruse will lead the boy to Richard and then to Jacob and then he will have his loophole.
It's not the first time he has thought he found his loophole. But it is the first time he placed his hopes on a child
***
She was what the mortals would have called pretty, he supposed. And he lured her into the jungle, telling her he knew where her shipmates could find water, that she could save them all. He had every intention of taking her right there by the stream, of forcing himself upon her and watching her eyes widen as she realized what he was about to do. It would be better than anything he ever took from Jacob.
In the end, he doesn't do it. He kills her instead, smashing her pretty head into a tree.
He leaves the body on Jacob's doorstep. He brought her here. Let him deal with the mess.
***
The priest on one of those ships actually thought it was his own idea to ask for Richard's confession. The adviser came to their camp every day and tried to lead them in the way of Jacob's rules, but the priest only cared to lead Richard back to the way of God. Richard had blanched at the priest's suggestion and didn't even stop to ask how he knew before running off into the jungle.
He met Richard there, laughing until his sides hurt even as Richard cursed him and stumbled off toward the foot.
All it had taken was some whispers in the jungle to plant the thought in the priest's mind. The Voice of God, the priest surely thought. That was all it took to scare Jacob's pet, still clinging to his Catholic guilt.
He killed the priest and the rest of the shipwrecked crew the next day. He laughed as he did so, imagining the priest understanding this as the vengeance of God.
God did not exist on this island. And a cloud of smoke was its only vengeance.
***
The biggest deception, of course, is the one he tells himself. He tries to convince himself that he no longer wants to go home, that there is no longer anything waiting on him there. He could be happy, he tells himself, causing mayhem in the jungle and arguing with Jacob as a storm rolls in. It would be enough to wipe that annoying smirk off Jacob's face with a biting kiss and know that he's won.
But he has manipulated enough people to know when someone is being fooled, even himself. He wants Jacob dead, and he wants off this Island, and he wants to go home.
Sometimes he wonders if Jacob even remembers what he's keeping his enemy from. After all, it's easy to forget beginnings when one is so concerned with the end.
Rating: R
Characters: Man in Black, Jacob, Richard, Ben
Notes: Written for my dear friend auntiesamn in celebration of her monumental achievement.
Jacob thinks that his enemy likes this. The moans coming from the other man as he fucks Jacob against the Foot wall are proof of it.
It makes the other man smile to himself and he presses his face into Jacob's shoulder, lest he see. He hates every minute of this: He hates the way Jacob arches into him, he hates that stupid smirk that crosses his face when Jacob thinks that his enemy is here because he needs this. The truth is, he needs Jacob to think that he wants this, that he's weak enough to desire the basest of mortal urges.
This is the longest manipulation and sometimes even he forgets that he does this to see Jacob begging for something only his enemy can give.
***
The easiest, of course, was fooling a child. He would not think of his own mother, he told himself, as he took on the form of Emily Linus. They shared no similarities, his mother and Emily, and Jacob would laugh if he knew his enemy gave thought to being sentimental.
He retreats into the jungle to the sound of the boy's echoing cries. His own laughter rises up against it and he knows his ruse will lead the boy to Richard and then to Jacob and then he will have his loophole.
It's not the first time he has thought he found his loophole. But it is the first time he placed his hopes on a child
***
She was what the mortals would have called pretty, he supposed. And he lured her into the jungle, telling her he knew where her shipmates could find water, that she could save them all. He had every intention of taking her right there by the stream, of forcing himself upon her and watching her eyes widen as she realized what he was about to do. It would be better than anything he ever took from Jacob.
In the end, he doesn't do it. He kills her instead, smashing her pretty head into a tree.
He leaves the body on Jacob's doorstep. He brought her here. Let him deal with the mess.
***
The priest on one of those ships actually thought it was his own idea to ask for Richard's confession. The adviser came to their camp every day and tried to lead them in the way of Jacob's rules, but the priest only cared to lead Richard back to the way of God. Richard had blanched at the priest's suggestion and didn't even stop to ask how he knew before running off into the jungle.
He met Richard there, laughing until his sides hurt even as Richard cursed him and stumbled off toward the foot.
All it had taken was some whispers in the jungle to plant the thought in the priest's mind. The Voice of God, the priest surely thought. That was all it took to scare Jacob's pet, still clinging to his Catholic guilt.
He killed the priest and the rest of the shipwrecked crew the next day. He laughed as he did so, imagining the priest understanding this as the vengeance of God.
God did not exist on this island. And a cloud of smoke was its only vengeance.
***
The biggest deception, of course, is the one he tells himself. He tries to convince himself that he no longer wants to go home, that there is no longer anything waiting on him there. He could be happy, he tells himself, causing mayhem in the jungle and arguing with Jacob as a storm rolls in. It would be enough to wipe that annoying smirk off Jacob's face with a biting kiss and know that he's won.
But he has manipulated enough people to know when someone is being fooled, even himself. He wants Jacob dead, and he wants off this Island, and he wants to go home.
Sometimes he wonders if Jacob even remembers what he's keeping his enemy from. After all, it's easy to forget beginnings when one is so concerned with the end.