Risen - Devour/HoW crossover fic - R
Title: Risen
Fandom: Devour/House of Wax crossover
Disclaimer: not my characters. just for fun.
Warnings: spoilers for both movies; AU
Pairings: um… yeah. I seem to have this need for pairing these two certain actors together.
Rating: R
Wordcount: 1560
Point of view: third
Notes: This is almost a sequel to my House of Wax story “Awakening.” This won’t make much sense without reading that. However, this story ignores the sequel to that one.
More notes: have I mentioned my chemical imbalance?
Jake, darling, it’s time to wake up now. You’ve slept too long. You must leave this… cage.
The words whisper just beyond his reach. He hears them, but can make no reply. He listens, for he can do nothing else.
You’ve let them chain you, with their lies and their medication. You are leashed, almost broken. I am nearly ashamed to call you mine.
He shudders and trembles, tries to attain consciousness, only to fall back, to plummet down. Parts of him stir from their slumber, rise to the forefront.
Ah, yes, my son. My gorgeous, glorious child-awaken. Awaken for me now!
And his eyes open.
-
Wade stretches, turns. He almost breathes deeply and instead pushes open the door. He ignores the blood dripping from his chin, his fingers; he doesn’t look back at the men who litter the floor in his wake.
He pushes open the door because even though he no longer sleeps, he’s been dreaming of the man locked inside. Dreaming since the week after he woke up from being dead. Dreaming of dark blond hair, of huge hazel eyes, of a voice begging for salvation.
It is not salvation Wade will offer, but his offer will be taken all the same.
-
Hear me, Jake. Hear me and listen to my words. You know the truth in them; you feel it in your bones. Do not ignore me, my son. You cannot. You killed me with rage in your heart, but you were already mine.
His eyelids flicker, wanting to return to sleep. It was all easier when he dreamed and could not remember. It was easier when he could pretend it all to be a nightmare.
But he’s awake now. Fully awake. He can’t remember the last time his mind wasn’t hazy, weighed down by the pills shoved down his throat and the liquid pumped through an IV. He can’t remember those last few moments, only feel loss. Dread curls through him, dread and fear.
Whatever happened, he knows, it cannot in any way be good.
You are mine, blood and bone. You are mine, instinct and knowledge. You are mine; in magic I conceived you and in pain I bore you-unto the ending of the world, Jakob, you are mine.
His eyes flutter closed and the voice murmurs, the words twining about him, seeping into him. Now that you are awake, my love, now that I have found and claimed you-he is coming. Let him take care of you, Jake. That is my final request.
-
Since that week after, since he killed the kind man with cruel eyes, since he tore the body apart and ate the flesh while it was still warm, since he let the blood stain his face and hands and realized there was no coming back from this, that he didn’t even want to come back-She has spoken to him. Cooed in the back of his mind, praised him for every thought and deed, laughed as he maimed and killed.
I gave you life after Jehovah turned His back in that town and left you. I have given you attributes no mortal has had in millennia. Do as I ask, dear boy, and you can remain so until you grow weary and beg forgiveness of Heaven. And all I ask, such a simple task-protect my son from those who wish him harm.
Before he even formed the thought, he agreed. He was dead in that town, dead for a year, but then he woke in the forest, alive-without a pulse-and whole. Better than he’d ever been before. Better than any other person-thing-on the planet.
He didn’t sleep, but he dreamed. He saw Jake Grey’s life as though he’d lived it himself. Everything, every piece of Jake’s soul was laid bare in front of his eyes.
Wade had been on the way to New York, to play around with humanity’s filth, but instead he turned around and shot towards Washington, for a psychiatric hospital and the devil’s son.
He could vaguely remember his existence in the years leading up to Ambrose. Remember weakness and pain, illness and joy. Love. Now he felt only empty and hunger, always hungry. Unable to be filled.
When you find my son, oh dear child, you will never again long for anything else. When you stand beside him, prepared to defend him against all, you will be sated. I have given you life, darling. And in return I request but one action. If you obey my will and hurry to my son, you will no longer hunger. Will you do as I say?
With everything in him, Wade said yes. It wasn’t like he had anything better to do.
-
Jake lies still and breathes, remembers. His will and his mind shudder, then break. It is all true and he knows it, cannot escape the knowledge. Cannot escape the certainty that, had he been stronger or better, he could have saved them. Mom and Connie and Dakota and Uncle Ross and Dad-he could have protected them.
Jakob, love-it is what it is. You are what you are. And even you cannot traverse time, cannot erase what has been written. I formed you, fashioned you, even molded you all your life; despite my not being there, you never left my grasp. You never will. So you can defy my wishes forever, or you can listen to me now. I have not left you alone, Jake. I have made provisions for you, ensured your safety-whether you want it or not. The soldier I have pointed your direction will stay with you, come Heaven or high water. He is nearly indestructible; Jehovah will have to leave His paradise to end my creation.
He can feel her fingers trailing along his face, across his lips. Her voice weaves around him, sealing him in her net. He has no reason left to stand against her, no reason at all. With his eyes closed he can almost pretend it’s a dream, a nightmare, a fantasy-he is insane, just like they say. He has to be completely mad.
When he reaches you, darling boy, he will offer his hand. To seal the deal, for good or ill, for the eternity that stretches before you-you must take it.
-
The guards were a joke. They fell, one after the other, necks snapped and skin torn. He paused, here and there, tasting a bit; but always, he swiftly moved on, drawn by a pulse beneath his heart, a rope that bound him to his Savior’s son.
Finally he came to the room that contained Jake, the boy he had to look after for the rest of the world’s life. He paused outside the door, listening-nothing but patients moved in the hospital. All the personnel, from doctor to janitor, had left the world with terror in their eyes.
Almost, he felt fear. If this boy was all She had said-but he shook it off. It didn’t matter. She had given him life for this one purpose: to ensure Her son’s survival. He owed Her a debt he could never repay.
Plus, he’d get to kill a whole lot of shit.
-
Jake, eyes still closed, his mother’s words echoing on the air around him, feels her soldier outside. A choice presents itself before him: he can give in to her will, become what she wants or-he can continue fighting. But he’s tired. He’s just so tired.
The door creaks, swings, and he opens his eyes.
-
In both their minds, Marisol’s laughter sounds. Welcome, my darlings, to the new world. Here it begins.
Huge hazel meets slanted green and there is no going back. A hand reaches out, waits; another hand grips it-with one light tug, Jake stands.
“Hey,” the soldier says. “m’name’s Wade.”
“Jake,” the heir replies. “My name is Jakob Grey.”
They exit the room together and there will be no going back.
-
What’s done is done. You are what I created you to be. Do not regret, Jake. It is a useless feeling.
Jake’s not sure what his mother wants. But until God Himself steps down from the sky, Jake will not die. That he knows. Nonetheless, he’ll be hunted; the ‘good’ side will send warrior after warrior to kill him.
He hasn’t quite harnessed his ‘abilities,’ not yet. And even after he has, he knows he won’t use them freely.
Which is where Wade comes in. Invincible, for all intents and purpose. Doesn’t get tired or thirsty. Has no need to breathe.
Always hungry.
After he explains all he’s discovered about himself in the weeks since waking in the middle of the woods, he tells Jake he’s not as hungry as he was. He still desires blood and flesh, but he doesn’t crave it as badly as he did.
Neither of them fully understands, but it doesn’t matter. Like his mother said, what’s done is done. And can never be undone.
-
When it happens, it feels inevitable. Neither unexpected nor unwanted. Easy. Right.
Wade initiates it, but with one move, one word, Jake can end it. Instead, he tilts his head and puts his hand on Wade’s shoulder. Instead, he presses himself against Wade and kisses back harder.
“Sure?” Wade asks, mostly an afterthought.
“Yeah,” Jake answers.
They both hear Marisol laugh.
Fandom: Devour/House of Wax crossover
Disclaimer: not my characters. just for fun.
Warnings: spoilers for both movies; AU
Pairings: um… yeah. I seem to have this need for pairing these two certain actors together.
Rating: R
Wordcount: 1560
Point of view: third
Notes: This is almost a sequel to my House of Wax story “Awakening.” This won’t make much sense without reading that. However, this story ignores the sequel to that one.
More notes: have I mentioned my chemical imbalance?
Jake, darling, it’s time to wake up now. You’ve slept too long. You must leave this… cage.
The words whisper just beyond his reach. He hears them, but can make no reply. He listens, for he can do nothing else.
You’ve let them chain you, with their lies and their medication. You are leashed, almost broken. I am nearly ashamed to call you mine.
He shudders and trembles, tries to attain consciousness, only to fall back, to plummet down. Parts of him stir from their slumber, rise to the forefront.
Ah, yes, my son. My gorgeous, glorious child-awaken. Awaken for me now!
And his eyes open.
-
Wade stretches, turns. He almost breathes deeply and instead pushes open the door. He ignores the blood dripping from his chin, his fingers; he doesn’t look back at the men who litter the floor in his wake.
He pushes open the door because even though he no longer sleeps, he’s been dreaming of the man locked inside. Dreaming since the week after he woke up from being dead. Dreaming of dark blond hair, of huge hazel eyes, of a voice begging for salvation.
It is not salvation Wade will offer, but his offer will be taken all the same.
-
Hear me, Jake. Hear me and listen to my words. You know the truth in them; you feel it in your bones. Do not ignore me, my son. You cannot. You killed me with rage in your heart, but you were already mine.
His eyelids flicker, wanting to return to sleep. It was all easier when he dreamed and could not remember. It was easier when he could pretend it all to be a nightmare.
But he’s awake now. Fully awake. He can’t remember the last time his mind wasn’t hazy, weighed down by the pills shoved down his throat and the liquid pumped through an IV. He can’t remember those last few moments, only feel loss. Dread curls through him, dread and fear.
Whatever happened, he knows, it cannot in any way be good.
You are mine, blood and bone. You are mine, instinct and knowledge. You are mine; in magic I conceived you and in pain I bore you-unto the ending of the world, Jakob, you are mine.
His eyes flutter closed and the voice murmurs, the words twining about him, seeping into him. Now that you are awake, my love, now that I have found and claimed you-he is coming. Let him take care of you, Jake. That is my final request.
-
Since that week after, since he killed the kind man with cruel eyes, since he tore the body apart and ate the flesh while it was still warm, since he let the blood stain his face and hands and realized there was no coming back from this, that he didn’t even want to come back-She has spoken to him. Cooed in the back of his mind, praised him for every thought and deed, laughed as he maimed and killed.
I gave you life after Jehovah turned His back in that town and left you. I have given you attributes no mortal has had in millennia. Do as I ask, dear boy, and you can remain so until you grow weary and beg forgiveness of Heaven. And all I ask, such a simple task-protect my son from those who wish him harm.
Before he even formed the thought, he agreed. He was dead in that town, dead for a year, but then he woke in the forest, alive-without a pulse-and whole. Better than he’d ever been before. Better than any other person-thing-on the planet.
He didn’t sleep, but he dreamed. He saw Jake Grey’s life as though he’d lived it himself. Everything, every piece of Jake’s soul was laid bare in front of his eyes.
Wade had been on the way to New York, to play around with humanity’s filth, but instead he turned around and shot towards Washington, for a psychiatric hospital and the devil’s son.
He could vaguely remember his existence in the years leading up to Ambrose. Remember weakness and pain, illness and joy. Love. Now he felt only empty and hunger, always hungry. Unable to be filled.
When you find my son, oh dear child, you will never again long for anything else. When you stand beside him, prepared to defend him against all, you will be sated. I have given you life, darling. And in return I request but one action. If you obey my will and hurry to my son, you will no longer hunger. Will you do as I say?
With everything in him, Wade said yes. It wasn’t like he had anything better to do.
-
Jake lies still and breathes, remembers. His will and his mind shudder, then break. It is all true and he knows it, cannot escape the knowledge. Cannot escape the certainty that, had he been stronger or better, he could have saved them. Mom and Connie and Dakota and Uncle Ross and Dad-he could have protected them.
Jakob, love-it is what it is. You are what you are. And even you cannot traverse time, cannot erase what has been written. I formed you, fashioned you, even molded you all your life; despite my not being there, you never left my grasp. You never will. So you can defy my wishes forever, or you can listen to me now. I have not left you alone, Jake. I have made provisions for you, ensured your safety-whether you want it or not. The soldier I have pointed your direction will stay with you, come Heaven or high water. He is nearly indestructible; Jehovah will have to leave His paradise to end my creation.
He can feel her fingers trailing along his face, across his lips. Her voice weaves around him, sealing him in her net. He has no reason left to stand against her, no reason at all. With his eyes closed he can almost pretend it’s a dream, a nightmare, a fantasy-he is insane, just like they say. He has to be completely mad.
When he reaches you, darling boy, he will offer his hand. To seal the deal, for good or ill, for the eternity that stretches before you-you must take it.
-
The guards were a joke. They fell, one after the other, necks snapped and skin torn. He paused, here and there, tasting a bit; but always, he swiftly moved on, drawn by a pulse beneath his heart, a rope that bound him to his Savior’s son.
Finally he came to the room that contained Jake, the boy he had to look after for the rest of the world’s life. He paused outside the door, listening-nothing but patients moved in the hospital. All the personnel, from doctor to janitor, had left the world with terror in their eyes.
Almost, he felt fear. If this boy was all She had said-but he shook it off. It didn’t matter. She had given him life for this one purpose: to ensure Her son’s survival. He owed Her a debt he could never repay.
Plus, he’d get to kill a whole lot of shit.
-
Jake, eyes still closed, his mother’s words echoing on the air around him, feels her soldier outside. A choice presents itself before him: he can give in to her will, become what she wants or-he can continue fighting. But he’s tired. He’s just so tired.
The door creaks, swings, and he opens his eyes.
-
In both their minds, Marisol’s laughter sounds. Welcome, my darlings, to the new world. Here it begins.
Huge hazel meets slanted green and there is no going back. A hand reaches out, waits; another hand grips it-with one light tug, Jake stands.
“Hey,” the soldier says. “m’name’s Wade.”
“Jake,” the heir replies. “My name is Jakob Grey.”
They exit the room together and there will be no going back.
-
What’s done is done. You are what I created you to be. Do not regret, Jake. It is a useless feeling.
Jake’s not sure what his mother wants. But until God Himself steps down from the sky, Jake will not die. That he knows. Nonetheless, he’ll be hunted; the ‘good’ side will send warrior after warrior to kill him.
He hasn’t quite harnessed his ‘abilities,’ not yet. And even after he has, he knows he won’t use them freely.
Which is where Wade comes in. Invincible, for all intents and purpose. Doesn’t get tired or thirsty. Has no need to breathe.
Always hungry.
After he explains all he’s discovered about himself in the weeks since waking in the middle of the woods, he tells Jake he’s not as hungry as he was. He still desires blood and flesh, but he doesn’t crave it as badly as he did.
Neither of them fully understands, but it doesn’t matter. Like his mother said, what’s done is done. And can never be undone.
-
When it happens, it feels inevitable. Neither unexpected nor unwanted. Easy. Right.
Wade initiates it, but with one move, one word, Jake can end it. Instead, he tilts his head and puts his hand on Wade’s shoulder. Instead, he presses himself against Wade and kisses back harder.
“Sure?” Wade asks, mostly an afterthought.
“Yeah,” Jake answers.
They both hear Marisol laugh.