@notevilmaybe / [ cont. ]
Barry had been trying.
He was always going to be grateful to Fuches; he’d rescued him from Germany, got him back on his feet, didn’t treat him like he was broken or a monster. Got him an apartment, even if it was kind of crappy and the walls were too thin and he had to drown out the sounds with the TV to sleep. Dragged him out of the dark place he fell into after he got back stateside. Gave him a job. It was his own place, and a fresh start, and he just wanted to be good at it. Make Fuches happy, make him proud.
But he’d fucked up this time. It was only like his third job, harder than the first couple where he’d been able to take them out from the other side of a sniper scope. But he’d had to go hands on, there wasn’t a good place to sit and wait, and yeah, he’d gotten it done, but it was messy. Blood everywhere, not just the target’s, and he’d panicked as soon as it was done, bolted back to his apartment where Fuches was waiting. Told him everything, and now here he was, standing in a bloody sweatshirt, waiting for the next series of instructions, the directive, but all Fuches gave him was a sneer and a threat, like he needed to feel worse about it.
“I’m sorry, okay? I’ll…I’ll fix it. I’ll go back, I’ll clean it up, I just…” He chewed his lip, nervous and unsure under Fuches’ gaze and never mind that he could beat him in a fight easily, Germany hadn’t made him that soft. “It wasn’t like over there, that’s all. It’s different when you’re face to face.”
the lock clicks shut behind barry .
venom sits within his tongue, caged between gritted teeth ready to tear the child apart but as the initial anger subsides —— ❛ what the hell happened ? ❜ a pause . breathe . as the initial anger subsides action needs to replace the humdrum of muscles . the nerves lit aflame with the realisation of RED and soon he stands and approaches the hollow boy . any other day he would open the skull, would put his fingers right into barry’s brain and stir, make this murderer his soldier, his pet and remind him of who he belongs to and why he shouldn’t fail but now is not the time . ( fuches knows he would be gentle, a slow poison but it works every time . )
movement rules his body as he grips at barry, the clothes, the shoulders, arms . ❛ fuck, okay fine, but he is dead, right ? ❜ claws tear at fabric . get the evidence off, off ! ❛ c’mon buddy, did you do it ? ❜ there is manhandling happening . the puppet is dirty, the skin needs to be stripped and cleaned and put on anew . oh, barry needs to learn and learn he will or else misery befalls them both . before them, a long road awaits, images of the perfect duo, brains and muscles and obedience but barry is right . the horrors of war are incomparable with barry’s purpose, with this new job the boy is clinging so hard to and as fuches hears the desperation he knows he doesn’t have to tighten the chains . barry will do so himself soon enough .
❛ you need to shower . ❜ sluggish blood starts to stain clean hands, starts to find its way between his fingers and no . some of it is fresh, doesn’t belong there but should’ve stayed back in germany, but the fact of the matter is that the monster on a leash is too useful to rot away like that . ❛ eh, we’ll stitch you up afterwards . ❜