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Sydney Alexis
Warning: Rape (non-descriptive)
Gus never thought himself capable of anything so dark or dastardly as murdering another human being...that is until the local hospital called him one evening asking for the the next of kin for his little sister.
Rape was too weak of a word to describe what was done to her -- beaten, stabbed, sodomized -- there wasn't an inch of her that wasn't black and blue or covered in gauze.
In a low raspy voice, she'd identified her attacker by name -- Raymond Anderson.
Gus should have taken the disbelieving stares of the Victim's Unit's as a bad omen.
At the trial, the defense claimed the evidence -- the semen collected at the hospital -- had been 'accidentally' compromised.
Fifteen minutes after the court had been assembled, a very smug Raymond Anderson walked out of the building and into the sunlight.
JR was inconsolable.
She didn't eat. She barely slept and always woke the house screaming from the nightmares she suffered.
The family took turns watching. All of them fearful -- JR had become too thin, her dull eyes lingered a little too long over her prescription medicine.
And then, one night, she broke down crying in Gus' arms.
"I'll never be safe again. Not while he's out there," she murmured against his chest.
Gus moved his hand in soothing circles on her back and began to plot.
Raymond Anderson followed a predictable pattern -- up every morning for sunrise for a morning run, off to the office by seven, home from work at six except on Fridays when he stopped at a local bar called The Blue Trout for a few rounds.
But Gus found a chink in Raymond's armor; he liked to talk a little too much about himself.
And so, one bitterly cold, February night, Gus sat on a bar stool beside Ray.
The night wore on, and, while Gus paced himself, he made sure the idiot had more than enough to drink.
In his alcohol induced stupor, the asshole agreed to let Gus drive him home.
Near the back lot of his home, Anderson boasted a small lake that was just wide enough and just deep enough to be the perfect swimming hole during the summer and a skating rink during the winter.
It was here that Gus drug Raymond to.
Right out onto the ice that creaked and groaned with their combined weight. With just a little more help, it gave way and began swallowing Anderson's body whole.
Gus stood on the embankment and watched as the asshole struggled to get out of the water. Weighed down by heavy winter clothes and mind fuzzy from too much drink, he never stood a chance.
Lips thinned in a grim line, Gus waited until the bubbles of air had stopped and the ice began to settle back into their original position.
Humming to himself, he set about erasing all evidence he had been there.
The next morning, Gus was eating in one of the diner's dingy booths when Michael came in and dropped the newspaper in front of him.
'Detective Raymond Anderson found dead in apparent accident: family and local police precinct in mourning'
"JR said you came in late last night," he said by way of greeting.
Gus took a sip of coffee and pushed the paper away before turning an innocent look at Michael. "Decided to go ice skating."
Michael's eyes widened for a fraction of a second as the implications sunk in before offering Gus a small, grateful smile.
With a subtle nod, Gus stood, threw down some bills to cover his tab, and left.
fanfic100: 57/100
Sydney Alexis
Warning: Rape (non-descriptive)
Gus never thought himself capable of anything so dark or dastardly as murdering another human being...that is until the local hospital called him one evening asking for the the next of kin for his little sister.
Rape was too weak of a word to describe what was done to her -- beaten, stabbed, sodomized -- there wasn't an inch of her that wasn't black and blue or covered in gauze.
In a low raspy voice, she'd identified her attacker by name -- Raymond Anderson.
Gus should have taken the disbelieving stares of the Victim's Unit's as a bad omen.
At the trial, the defense claimed the evidence -- the semen collected at the hospital -- had been 'accidentally' compromised.
Fifteen minutes after the court had been assembled, a very smug Raymond Anderson walked out of the building and into the sunlight.
JR was inconsolable.
She didn't eat. She barely slept and always woke the house screaming from the nightmares she suffered.
The family took turns watching. All of them fearful -- JR had become too thin, her dull eyes lingered a little too long over her prescription medicine.
And then, one night, she broke down crying in Gus' arms.
"I'll never be safe again. Not while he's out there," she murmured against his chest.
Gus moved his hand in soothing circles on her back and began to plot.
Raymond Anderson followed a predictable pattern -- up every morning for sunrise for a morning run, off to the office by seven, home from work at six except on Fridays when he stopped at a local bar called The Blue Trout for a few rounds.
But Gus found a chink in Raymond's armor; he liked to talk a little too much about himself.
And so, one bitterly cold, February night, Gus sat on a bar stool beside Ray.
The night wore on, and, while Gus paced himself, he made sure the idiot had more than enough to drink.
In his alcohol induced stupor, the asshole agreed to let Gus drive him home.
Near the back lot of his home, Anderson boasted a small lake that was just wide enough and just deep enough to be the perfect swimming hole during the summer and a skating rink during the winter.
It was here that Gus drug Raymond to.
Right out onto the ice that creaked and groaned with their combined weight. With just a little more help, it gave way and began swallowing Anderson's body whole.
Gus stood on the embankment and watched as the asshole struggled to get out of the water. Weighed down by heavy winter clothes and mind fuzzy from too much drink, he never stood a chance.
Lips thinned in a grim line, Gus waited until the bubbles of air had stopped and the ice began to settle back into their original position.
Humming to himself, he set about erasing all evidence he had been there.
The next morning, Gus was eating in one of the diner's dingy booths when Michael came in and dropped the newspaper in front of him.
'Detective Raymond Anderson found dead in apparent accident: family and local police precinct in mourning'
"JR said you came in late last night," he said by way of greeting.
Gus took a sip of coffee and pushed the paper away before turning an innocent look at Michael. "Decided to go ice skating."
Michael's eyes widened for a fraction of a second as the implications sunk in before offering Gus a small, grateful smile.
With a subtle nod, Gus stood, threw down some bills to cover his tab, and left.
fanfic100: 57/100