The Escape: Part 6/7 [FanFic]
Title: The Escape: Part 6/7
Author: Tooks
Pairing/Characters: Aaron Hotcher/Emily Prentiss, Emily Prentiss/Ethan, Emily Prentiss/George Foyet, Jason Gideon/Lil Foyet, George Foyet/Lil Foyet...Jack and Sam are also in this.
Rating: FRAO
Summary: With the death sentence of wrongfully convicted best friend, Sam Kassmeyer, set Private Investigator Aaron “Hotch” Hotchner decides he can’t let it be carried out without a fight. But when fighting back includes breaking Sam out of prison Hotch’s limits are tested.
Beta'd by: Always helpful and incredibly awesome pink_siamese
Fanmix & Art by: Incredibly cool queenmidalah...art post here!
Additional Notes: This is "The Blonds Case" for the au_bigbang. Set in the Noir, "Living For the Night" (thanks to let_it_linger21). Rather than give warnings per-section let's just say there's going to be violence and sex abound, sometimes combined and some involving a teen, mild incest, and a character death. This section is in Lil Foyet's POV.
I stand over them both, wicked amusement sweeping my face. The body’s already let out a sheet of blood over the cell.
“Don’t get up,” I tell him as he kneels before me. “I wanna enjoy this and I don’t need your voice ruining it.”
Dad looks up at me, smirks, but he does as told.
“You’re pretty pathetic, ya know that, right?” I smile down on him. “Let your cock do all the thinking with that woman every time.” I reach out and touch his cheek before moving the hand up into his hair. I bend low to hold his smug gaze. “Bet she still didn’t even give you a real taste, did she?”
“Am I supposed to answer now?”
I laugh, tightening my hold on his hair. “I’d play nicer if I were you.” My lips smirk and I turn to glance at Ethan’s body. “After all, I did just save your life.”
I had nothing against the Bellamy guy, he was actually something of a hoot, but the guy was pushing it. If anyone’s going to end up killing my father it’s gonna be me…and I’m not ready yet.
Daddy Dearest sweetens his laugh. I turn back to him. He’s one of the few that can hold my eyes for longer than a minute or two, but at the moment that’s not what his eyes are doing. Instead they’re noting those nice little tits I’ve developed over the past year or so and the flat stomach I’ve kept in spite of finally getting myself some nice, womanly, thighs and hips.
I smirk a little as I take a step closer to him. “And I bet I can even make you happy.”
“How’s that?” The heat of his breath huffs onto my stomach.
“I know when the breakout’s going down.”
Despite playing nice Dad’s clearly in little mood to play as he move fast, grips my thighs and yanks so I fall hard onto my back in the bloody cell floor. “When?” he growls low as he crowds on top of me, a hand holding my knife by my head and another on my stomach.
“Say please,” I laugh. Most little girls would be terrified to see their daddy like this, but not me. I like it. Just like I like the fear in my victims and when Jason gives that low-down growl when I nip at his earlobe in bed. I’m not my father, but we certainly share some key characteristics.
The hand moves from playing with my belly-ring to playing with the button on my fly. “Lil, I’ve had a long, hard, day.”
“Feels like it’s not the only thing long and hard you got.”
Pointing out he’s as hot for me as he is for Emily gets him to stop. “I’m not in the mood for this shit!” he yells as his hand goes from my pants to my throat. “Fucking tell me! NOW!!”
“I’ll do you one better,” I croak out. “I’ll kill Sam before they get to him.”
***
Daddy gets me all the way into one of those rooms reserved for cops and lawyers to speak with the prisoners privately. It’s perfect. It even has dark corners for me to tuck myself into for an added bit of fun. He enters cautiously, immediately scanning the room for potential attackers and jumps when the door slams shut behind him.
I can’t help but let out a giggle at the poor bastard’s seeming panic. He’s a jumpy fucker given his size. “So you’re Sam Kassmeyer?” I ask from the dark corner to his right; he nearly leaps out of his skin. “Calm down, you’re gonna make me all excited.”
He turns to me as he slowly steps back. “Who’re you?”
“Call me Lil.”
“Lil?” He’s thinking, racking his brain for a connection, then takes a wider step back. “Lil Foyet.”
“Bingo!” I start to step forward as he continues back. I laugh again. “Oh my god, will you relax? I’m here to help.”
“Y-You’re who Ethan’s sent?”
“Gotta make it believable right? Not like Hotch could come in and stab you.” His unnerved face makes me laugh all the more, but I quickly make the effort to collect myself. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it as painless as possible. Promise.”
“So, how do we…” Sam doesn’t even want to finish the question. He really is a riot.
“Wow, you really haven’t killed anyone, have you?”
“No.”
I head over to the pock marked table in the center of the room as I reply. “I’m gonna stab you, Sam. Enough that you’ll bleed a lot, but not so much you die.” Hopefully, for him, anyway. I stop and crook my finger for him to come over. He doesn’t seem sure he wants to, though. Apparently my kind makes him a little nervous. “Come on, we don’t have all day.”
“Couldn’t you just…pretend to stab me?”
I giggle a little. “The guards need to see blood, Sam, or they’re not gonna take any of this seriously.” He starts to edge closer, like a wary dog or something. “That’s it, Sammy, come on. You’ll barely feel it, I promise. Just a little more.”
The moment he’s within reach my knife’s out of my back pocket and in his gut. His eyes bug, breathing stops, and blood flows out onto my hand and coats it red. I twist my wrist down to open the wound just a touch, cause the blood to run thicker. Sam’s air comes back in my name. “Lil?”
My own breath catches in the vision of pain and confusion mixing in his eyes. I have to concentrate, stay focused, so breathe deep and carefully as I pull the blade out. I grab his shirt and yank down hard sending his head into the table with a crack. He crumples onto the floor with a groan and red trickling down from his head. The trickle soon becomes a small pour…head wounds are always bleeders.
“Don’t freak out, it won’t kill you, just bleed a lot.” I whisper. My heart’s beating a mile a minute and I want nothing more than to slip my knife into him over and over as I get down on my knee next to him. “Relax,” I tell myself, reminding myself, as his muscles tense. “I have to make this look real and…” the urge comes and I can’t resist sliding the knife into his side, “it’ll go so much easier if you relax.”
I knew getting a kill under my belt with Ethan wouldn’t be enough. The urges are always getting stronger and, in wanting to spare a decent guy a lot of pain, I didn’t take the time to enjoy the kill. Me and my stupid sense of humanity.
I slip the knife back into my pocket and stand. I smile a little at the man bleeding, curled, on the concrete floor. “Thanks for not losing your shit, Sammy. Now play hurt and good luck.”
I turn on my heel, hit the door twice, and head out once the CO opens it.
To Be Continued...
Next Section:
The Escape: Part 7 & Epilogue
Previous Section:
The Escape: Part 1
The Escape: Part 2
The Escape: Part 3
The Escape: Part 4
The Escape: Part 5
Author: Tooks
Pairing/Characters: Aaron Hotcher/Emily Prentiss, Emily Prentiss/Ethan, Emily Prentiss/George Foyet, Jason Gideon/Lil Foyet, George Foyet/Lil Foyet...Jack and Sam are also in this.
Rating: FRAO
Summary: With the death sentence of wrongfully convicted best friend, Sam Kassmeyer, set Private Investigator Aaron “Hotch” Hotchner decides he can’t let it be carried out without a fight. But when fighting back includes breaking Sam out of prison Hotch’s limits are tested.
Beta'd by: Always helpful and incredibly awesome pink_siamese
Fanmix & Art by: Incredibly cool queenmidalah...art post here!
Additional Notes: This is "The Blonds Case" for the au_bigbang. Set in the Noir, "Living For the Night" (thanks to let_it_linger21). Rather than give warnings per-section let's just say there's going to be violence and sex abound, sometimes combined and some involving a teen, mild incest, and a character death. This section is in Lil Foyet's POV.
I stand over them both, wicked amusement sweeping my face. The body’s already let out a sheet of blood over the cell.
“Don’t get up,” I tell him as he kneels before me. “I wanna enjoy this and I don’t need your voice ruining it.”
Dad looks up at me, smirks, but he does as told.
“You’re pretty pathetic, ya know that, right?” I smile down on him. “Let your cock do all the thinking with that woman every time.” I reach out and touch his cheek before moving the hand up into his hair. I bend low to hold his smug gaze. “Bet she still didn’t even give you a real taste, did she?”
“Am I supposed to answer now?”
I laugh, tightening my hold on his hair. “I’d play nicer if I were you.” My lips smirk and I turn to glance at Ethan’s body. “After all, I did just save your life.”
I had nothing against the Bellamy guy, he was actually something of a hoot, but the guy was pushing it. If anyone’s going to end up killing my father it’s gonna be me…and I’m not ready yet.
Daddy Dearest sweetens his laugh. I turn back to him. He’s one of the few that can hold my eyes for longer than a minute or two, but at the moment that’s not what his eyes are doing. Instead they’re noting those nice little tits I’ve developed over the past year or so and the flat stomach I’ve kept in spite of finally getting myself some nice, womanly, thighs and hips.
I smirk a little as I take a step closer to him. “And I bet I can even make you happy.”
“How’s that?” The heat of his breath huffs onto my stomach.
“I know when the breakout’s going down.”
Despite playing nice Dad’s clearly in little mood to play as he move fast, grips my thighs and yanks so I fall hard onto my back in the bloody cell floor. “When?” he growls low as he crowds on top of me, a hand holding my knife by my head and another on my stomach.
“Say please,” I laugh. Most little girls would be terrified to see their daddy like this, but not me. I like it. Just like I like the fear in my victims and when Jason gives that low-down growl when I nip at his earlobe in bed. I’m not my father, but we certainly share some key characteristics.
The hand moves from playing with my belly-ring to playing with the button on my fly. “Lil, I’ve had a long, hard, day.”
“Feels like it’s not the only thing long and hard you got.”
Pointing out he’s as hot for me as he is for Emily gets him to stop. “I’m not in the mood for this shit!” he yells as his hand goes from my pants to my throat. “Fucking tell me! NOW!!”
“I’ll do you one better,” I croak out. “I’ll kill Sam before they get to him.”
***
Daddy gets me all the way into one of those rooms reserved for cops and lawyers to speak with the prisoners privately. It’s perfect. It even has dark corners for me to tuck myself into for an added bit of fun. He enters cautiously, immediately scanning the room for potential attackers and jumps when the door slams shut behind him.
I can’t help but let out a giggle at the poor bastard’s seeming panic. He’s a jumpy fucker given his size. “So you’re Sam Kassmeyer?” I ask from the dark corner to his right; he nearly leaps out of his skin. “Calm down, you’re gonna make me all excited.”
He turns to me as he slowly steps back. “Who’re you?”
“Call me Lil.”
“Lil?” He’s thinking, racking his brain for a connection, then takes a wider step back. “Lil Foyet.”
“Bingo!” I start to step forward as he continues back. I laugh again. “Oh my god, will you relax? I’m here to help.”
“Y-You’re who Ethan’s sent?”
“Gotta make it believable right? Not like Hotch could come in and stab you.” His unnerved face makes me laugh all the more, but I quickly make the effort to collect myself. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it as painless as possible. Promise.”
“So, how do we…” Sam doesn’t even want to finish the question. He really is a riot.
“Wow, you really haven’t killed anyone, have you?”
“No.”
I head over to the pock marked table in the center of the room as I reply. “I’m gonna stab you, Sam. Enough that you’ll bleed a lot, but not so much you die.” Hopefully, for him, anyway. I stop and crook my finger for him to come over. He doesn’t seem sure he wants to, though. Apparently my kind makes him a little nervous. “Come on, we don’t have all day.”
“Couldn’t you just…pretend to stab me?”
I giggle a little. “The guards need to see blood, Sam, or they’re not gonna take any of this seriously.” He starts to edge closer, like a wary dog or something. “That’s it, Sammy, come on. You’ll barely feel it, I promise. Just a little more.”
The moment he’s within reach my knife’s out of my back pocket and in his gut. His eyes bug, breathing stops, and blood flows out onto my hand and coats it red. I twist my wrist down to open the wound just a touch, cause the blood to run thicker. Sam’s air comes back in my name. “Lil?”
My own breath catches in the vision of pain and confusion mixing in his eyes. I have to concentrate, stay focused, so breathe deep and carefully as I pull the blade out. I grab his shirt and yank down hard sending his head into the table with a crack. He crumples onto the floor with a groan and red trickling down from his head. The trickle soon becomes a small pour…head wounds are always bleeders.
“Don’t freak out, it won’t kill you, just bleed a lot.” I whisper. My heart’s beating a mile a minute and I want nothing more than to slip my knife into him over and over as I get down on my knee next to him. “Relax,” I tell myself, reminding myself, as his muscles tense. “I have to make this look real and…” the urge comes and I can’t resist sliding the knife into his side, “it’ll go so much easier if you relax.”
I knew getting a kill under my belt with Ethan wouldn’t be enough. The urges are always getting stronger and, in wanting to spare a decent guy a lot of pain, I didn’t take the time to enjoy the kill. Me and my stupid sense of humanity.
I slip the knife back into my pocket and stand. I smile a little at the man bleeding, curled, on the concrete floor. “Thanks for not losing your shit, Sammy. Now play hurt and good luck.”
I turn on my heel, hit the door twice, and head out once the CO opens it.
To Be Continued...
Next Section:
The Escape: Part 7 & Epilogue
Previous Section:
The Escape: Part 1
The Escape: Part 2
The Escape: Part 3
The Escape: Part 4
The Escape: Part 5