Fake Fan Fiction ❯ Surrender ❯ Confused ( Chapter 3 )

Chapter Three: Confused

Berkley was one of the first on the scene when they found Dee's Chevy parked outside a cabin. The whole place had been throughly searched, but no Dee, and no Ryo. Then someone had found tire tracks leading away from the scene. Relatively fresh tire tracks.

They'd been on them like so many dogs on a steak. Following them down a seldom-used road.

We're close, Ryo. We're close.

~*~

Dee didn't want to, but he shook off Ryo's embrace. He didn't want to contaminate his beautiful partner with his filth

Ryo was still sitting in his own epiphany. "Oh my god. Dee. Dee, I'm so sorry."

Dee hadn't even heard him the first time. All he heard now was a little lost one trying to pity him. "Babe, babe, there was nothing… nothing you could…" Tears streamed forth anew and Dee made no move to wipe them away. They were the amount of his burning shame, and he felt like they would never stop.

Ryo felt his heart crumple into a million pieces as he watched Dee sink to his knees.

"I can't… I can't…" Dee stood up and pratically ran for the bathroom. He shut the door so hard that it bounced open again.

He fumbled for the complimentary razor. Broke the head so that the three blades were free. He began drawing one rapidly up the vein in his left arm.

Blood poured forth, soaking his white shirt crimson. Only then could he wipe away the tears, accidentally knicking his cheek. He stopped at the sudden sting in his face.

But then… why shouldn't he?

He began cutting himself violently. His arms, his chest, his neck. Everywhere. It felt so good to hurt himself. The physical pain was a release from the mental pain.

His dark jeans were no longer blue, and his face had flecks of blood all over it. Not to mention that his cheek was still bleeding. He looked at himself in the mirror and smiled.

Ryo had only just looked up to see a ruby-spattered Dee. He sprinted over, wrestling to get the razor away from Dee before he hurt himself any more. He managed to get the razor away at the cost of splitting his own palm open. Small price to pay. He flushed the razor blades down the toilet and got a towel wet.

"Dee, sweetheart," he started in a soothing tone. "I'm just going to get the blood off you. I'm not going to hurt you. This may sting, because it's pretty cold water and razor cuts sting. Don't worry, it'll be okay." He kept talking like that as he wiped Dee off to assess the damage. He pulled his own shirt off and tore it into strips for makeshift bandages, while sitting Dee down on the edge of the bathtub. He tied them tightly around Dee's wrists and forearms, and them around his chest. He was still bleeding though.

Ryo took Dee's arms and placed them palm up, then pressed on them none too gently to stop the bleeding.

Dee was beginning to come out of his suicidal haze.

"Ry-Randy?"

"Ryo, baby. It's Ryo. I'm here for you, Dee."

Dee moved suddenly. Too quickly for Ryo to react. He threw his arms around Ryo and buried his face into Ryo's soft honeyed locks. He clung desperately to the beautiful young man in front of him. "It hurts," he mumbled through the saline tears streaming down his face. "It hurts so bad Randy. But you make it go away. Let me hold you, just for a moment?"

Ryo realized that Dee had probably been dealing with something before this had happened. That only made his guilt worse. He pulled Dee closer to him.

A siren wailed in the background. They ignored it.

Police streamed in. Shouts of "Dee! Ryo!" were heard in voices both familiar and not. Ryo heard it, but couldn't bring himself to move away from Dee to answer. They would find them.

~*~

Berkley was running through the motel. They had caught Eric Tomita. Ryo must be around here somewhere. He kept calling for him, hoping to hear an answer.

"Don't let him be dead. Don't let them be dead." As much as he hated to admit it, all this fear in the pit of his stomach was not only from that thrice beautiful Ryo. A tiny portion was for that no-good, irritating-as-hell, badass sorry excuse for a cop Laytner.

He pushed at a door. It was locked. He kiched it open.

The scent of blood met his nostrils. Lots of blood. The white sheets glowed in the moonlight, making the dark splashes painfully obvious. But even that wasn't enough to account the smell.

Berkley walked in with his gun at the ready. He saw the bathroom door ajar and headed that way.

Inside, to his great relief, were Dee and Ryo. Dee was covered in abrasions, bandages and blood, but Ryo seemed relatively unharmed. They were locked in an embrace so tight Berk could scarely tell where on ended and the other began.

"Oh my God Dee. What happened to you?"

Ryo jumped, but Dee barely registered the sound. Dee's knees buckled and he slumped to the ground.

"He's lost a lot of blood, sir. We need to get him to a hospital ASAP." Ryo looked anxious.

Berkley and Ryo supported Dee as they walked him out to a squad car. He passed out on the way there and they had to carry him. They laid him in the back seat. When another officer walked up to check it out, Berk looked at him. "Officer down. We're headed to the hospital. Wrap up here and come find us. We've got my two guys."

The man looked relieved. "Godspeed, sir."

Ryo climbed up front, but he couldn't stop himself from touching Dee. Stroking his hair, caressing his face. If Berkley's suspecions were true, that was the last thing he should be doing.

"Stop that McLane," he commanded. Ryo jumped.

"What happened back there? Start from the beginning."

Ryo bit his lip. "We got to the hostage sitch you sent us to earlier. We were told that one Eric Tomita was up there with a hostage, but that he had a six-shot revolver, and had fired all six shots. They were just waiting for someone to come who wasn't drugged up on caffine just to stay awake. We went up. I went in first. He put a gun to Dee's head, but Dee thought he was bluffing. He fired into the ceiling, because apparently he'd reloaded or something. Then he marched us down to the front. Me first, then Dee, then him. He had a gun to Dee's head or we would have fought. He had me drive to a little cabin,"

"Where you left Dee's car," Berkley inturrupted.

"How did you…?"

Berkley smiled. "We found the car not too long ago. And tire tracks to the motel. That's how we found you."

"He locked us in a room for a while, then he must have gotten pissed. He came in and he… he…" Ryo couldn't bring himself to say it.

"Raped…" Berkley continued.

"Raped Dee!" Ryo started crying, sobs bursting forth. "They raped him and he didn't do anything about it because two guys had their guns to my head and Eric said they'd kill me if he struggled so he didn't! Oh Dee!" Ryo wrapped his arms around his chest and leaned forward. Berkley thought he was going to be sick.

"I know it's hard Ryo, but I have to know. Why's Dee all cut up?"

Ryo swallowed a few times, then sat up, pale. "He… he found a razor and broke it… and he started cutting himself. He tried… tried… to slit his wrists, but it was so much more then that… and there was so much blood. Hurry Commissioner. He's lost a lot of blood. Oh Dee."

Ryo went back to stroking Dee's dark hair. Berkley didn't have the heart to tell him to stop. And Dee was fast asleep. What could it hurt?

Haha! Chapter Three!!! Yay!!!

Fanfics are a definate pick-me-up. So, I really hope you guys like it so far. Only one chapter to go… I think. Maybe two.. whatever. Anyway, the "Surrender" bit with come in soon. Don't worry, it does make sense! Ja ne!