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Snap Judgment	By : FlayraDowitcher Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 1461 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 12
- 13
- 14
***Warning: Language, humor, angst
***Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. I am making no money off of this fic.
Chapter 13
They both flopped onto their backs with heavy panting and heaving chests.
"W-We need to stop…at three." Ivan said. "No more right now."
Gilbert gave a breathy chuckle and rolled over to look at him. "We didn't even DO three yet!"
"Two is good…for you and me." Ivan didn't want to admit that he was a bit out of shape with low stamina, especially when it came to sex. "You still need to heal."
The albino gave Ivan's stomach a few heavy pats. "Oh, I don't think I'm the only one."
Ivan whined and quickly pulled the sheets up to cover his body, stopping at his nose. "I'm big boned."
Gilbert raised a white brow. "Is that what you call it?" Ivan whimpered. "It's fine, tubby," he said to the larger man and snuggled under the sheets with him. "I don't care that you're a chubby bear." Ivan whimpered sadly. "Hey, there's always room for Jell-O." Gilbert poked Ivan's side, which in turn made the larger man giggle. "Just like the Pillsbury Dough Boy!" He kissed Ivan's cheek.
"You're certainly in a better mood."
"I just needed to be fucked right." Gilbert grinned and Ivan covered his nose again with the sheets.
"No need to be so vulgar about it."
Gilbert rests his head on his elbow. "And what would you call it? Making love? I'm pretty sure that has to do with slow moments and soft thrusting and enjoying the company of the other person. Admit it, Pooh Bear. You just couldn't control yourself knowing that you finally had me." Ivan threw the blankets over his head. "Ha! I knew it! You can't pull a fast one over on me, buddy!"
They heard Mandy begin to bark and both of them sat up.
"That's her 'someone's at the door' bark." Gilbert spoke.
"I'll go and see." Ivan got out of the bed and quickly put his clothes back on. "Wait here." Going to the door he peeked through the hole and saw Mrs. Crawly. 'For crying out loud…what does she want?' He flatted down his hair and opened the door, holding Mandy back with his leg. "Yes, Mrs. Crawly? May I help you?"
She stuck her nose in the air, and Muffin did the same. "I've come to speak of the 'noise level' coming from YOUR room, Mr. Braginski! This is a well respected apartment building, not a brothel."
Ivan just smiled. "Oh, I know that. But there is no rule in the contract stating I can't have a 'friend' over."
"But you're not being considerate to your neighbors!"
Another person, a middle-aged man carrying his laundry, passed by them and winked, overhearing the conversation. "I thought he was making nukes in there!" He joked and entered into his apartment beside Ivan's.
Ivan just rolled his eyes for the fifty-some year old Mr. Berry still lived in fear of the Soviet Union, even though he tried to hide it through humor. The Soviet jokes were always thrown at him, but Ivan always let it roll off his back. "I promise to be more considerate next time, Mrs. Crawly."
"Well see that you DO or I will have to file a complaint!"
"So who's here?" Gilbert's voice came as the albino wrapped his arms around Ivan from behind. He rests his chin on Ivan's shoulder and looked at the older woman with a dog. He was only wearing his pajama pants.
"OH! Oh my! He's…he's a…" she flushed brightly and covered her mouth, turning her face away to clear her throat. "Well then."
Gilbert smirked. "Are you more shocked that I'm a man or shocked that Mr. Braginski is gettin' some?"
"I NEVER!" She gasped, completely offended.
"Gilbert, it's alright-"
Gilbert couldn't keep quiet. "You must get a LOT of alimony from your ex to live in a nice place like this."
"WELL!" She spun on her heel. "Good DAY to you!"
Ivan watched her stomp off to hear apartment door and he looked at Gilbert. "How did you guess that about her? What you said is true."
"Eh. I've seen her type before. I know the signs." He pulled Ivan back in and kicked the door closed behind them. "I want to go out! Take me somewhere!"
"Take you out? But you should be resting. I know you're feeling good now but later on you might-"
"Ah, that's bullshit! I am sore but it's a pleasant type of sore! And I like it!" He took Ivan's hands. "Come on, Pooh Bear! I wanna get out of this place for a bit! Smell the fresh air!"
Ivan was hesitant to take Gilbert out with Callaghan still on the loose. Yet he could not say no to those pink eyes and pouty lower lip. If he wanted to keep this happy Gilbert then he would have to do as the man wanted. "Alright, we'll go out for a bit. Go get a shower while I do a few things around the house real fast."
Gilbert kissed his nose. "You got it! Come on, girl!" He called Mandy into the bathroom with him.
Ivan took this chance to go in to the kitchen where he could see the bathroom door and dial Alfred on his cell phone. He still had not gotten the chance the talk to him. 'Come on, Alfred. Pick up.'
'Hello?'
"Alfred, it's me, Ivan."
'Oh hey. Yeah, I looked around the building but there was nothing I found suspicious. Anything on your end?'
"Yes. I believe that man is still lurking around here. Recently he went through my garbage and the garbage man said he saw a 'strange man' standing around."
'So he got into the building then? How is that possible? I thought the door man knew to take names at the door?'
"I think he snuck in through the basement door because Mr. Rawls isn't always…aware of what's going on. But what point was there in going through my garbage?"
'He's looking for things that could lead him to Gilbert. Like, if you threw away paper with an address on it, or even receipts like where you shop for food. He's looking for a pattern. So if he knows you always buy food from one place he'll go there and wait.'
"This is insane," Ivan said with a growl. "I'm not going to live my life around this asshole."
'Well, what do you plan to do? Lure him to us with Gilbert?'
"I don't know but I'll think of something."
'If you can somehow find a way to lure him out of hiding or catch him doing something then I can be called in to nab him. We might not be able to do much considering his high position but he'll be off the streets for a little while.'
"Catch him doing something?" Ivan pondered briefly. "I may be able to pull that off." A beep came through. "Hang on, I have a text message." He looked at the number but didn't recognize it. "I'll have to call you back. I have an unfamiliar number on my screen."
'Does it have numbers?'
"Yes."
'Then it can be easily traced. I'll be waiting for your call back, let me know. Later.' He hung up.
Ivan opened the text message: 'It's Antonio. Here's my number, xxx-xxxx. Give me a ring. Something VERY interesting happened to me leaving the building.' Ivan dialed back the number.
'Oso gigante!' came the reply from other end.
"Yes, it's me. Tell me what happened?"
'Well, as I was leaving I was approached by some half balding chubby guy asking if I wanted to be a model. He said I was perfect for the role and asked if I would come with him. Apparently he is catching anyone who comes out of your building that looks like they can be a model.'
"That's odd…Callaghan is not bald or fat."
'Well, he was VERY hesitant to give me his business card, but when I threatened him with the police he gave me one. And the funny part is, he works for that bastard. The company name is right on the bottom of the card.'
"What is his name and number?"
'I'll take a picture and send it to you. I'm arriving at my place of business now so I have to go. Let me know what happens. Adios.'
Ivan hung up and went into the bedroom to change. He would skip on a shower this morning and get one later. He was fully dressed by the time the picture message came and just when Gilbert was coming out of the bathroom. Ivan looked at the card and recognized the name immediately. This was Gilbert's agent! It must be the both of them hanging around the building. But why would they be trying to get new models? Gilbert would recognize the agent immediately so they couldn't be after him that way.
"What are you looking at so intently?" Gilbert asked, drying his hair.
"Oh, nothing. Just checking my mail, really. I'm going to go take Mandy out before we leave, okay?"
"Sure. I'll be waiting!" Gilbert winked at him.
/
Ivan now had the chance to dial Alfred back while hiding himself and Mandy in the garbage room, checking to make sure he was alone first. He sent the picture image to Alfred's phone first and then called him.
'Jones here.'
"Alfred, it's me calling back! Did you see the picture I sent?"
'Yeah, I did. What is it?'
"That would be Gilbert's old agent. He's been standing outside the building and trying to pull young people in to modeling. Gilbert's friend Antonio was approached as he was leaving the building, but the agent refused to give him a business card until he threatened to call the police."
'Seriously? Wow, this may be just the start to what we need! In the last few days two young girls and one boy have gone missing. One of the friends said that one missing girl texted her excited about becoming a model.'
"Do you think this guy is linked with that?"
'Don't know, but I'm sure as Hell going to look into it! I'm going to go see this guy myself.'
"Let me know right away with whatever you find out. I'm going to be taking Gilbert out shopping today."
'Just keep your eyes peeled for anything suspicious and tell me right away. I'll be talking to you soon.'
"Yes, thank you. Good bye."
'Peace out.'
Ivan hung up and hurried back inside to his room just in time as Gilbert came out with a towel around his waist. "Everything good?"
"Yup! How was your shower?"
"VERY refreshing!" he dropped the towel and walked around naked while picking out the new clothes Francis had given him. He picked out a solid black long sleeved shirt and blue jeans. "Do these jeans make my ass look fat?"
"They make your ass very pinchable." Ivan smiled sweetly.
"Well, Francis knows how to pick'em!" Gilbert checked himself over in the mirror. "You know what's weird? I'm actually HAPPY to be looking at myself in the mirror like this. I used to do it all the time but only to make sure nothing was out of place that would annoy "Mr. Wonderful". But now I really like it! I'm seeing ME!"
Ivan came up behind him, wrapping his arms around the narrow waist and smooshing his cheek against Gilbert's. "I always saw 'you' even when you didn't. Better late than never, yes?"
"Yes." Gilbert chuckled. "So where are we going?"
"We'll hop in the car and I'll show you."
As they were leaving the apartment, Ivan locked up the door tight and linked his arm with Gilbert. Gilbert was beaming from ear to ear as he proudly sported his new matching coat and hat. The old couple from next door, Mr. and Mrs. Bradley, were getting ready to leave as well, but they stopped to greet Ivan and Gilbert. Ivan wished them a good afternoon and Gilbert waved with a smile.
"Oh, she seems like such a nice girl." said Mrs. Bradley, watching as they walked off. "But the poor thing must have missed the day the good Lord was handing out hips."
Her husband just sighed. "This is why you need new glasses, sweet. That wasn't a girl...it was a man."
"A man? Oh, come now! That's silly! The way that Russian boy dresses is so tasteful and he plays the cello so beautifully that women must love him! He was always so shy, too! I'm sure he's just coming out of his shell. ."
"Or out of the closet, but who's keeping track. And he didn't sound that shy earlier, my dear."
"Well, that was with the help of his 'lady friend'," she whispered again. "Let's pick up some sugar when we're out. I'll bake them a nice little cake since I'm sure we'll be seeing more of her around here!"
"Wait dear, I forgot the spare key. I'll go get it."
As he went back into the apartment a man came up from the hall and stopped to speak to wife.
/
Ivan whimpered as he was pulled in to another store at the mall. Taking Gilbert shopping had proven to be an experience within itself. He already held three shopping bags in each hand, most of them shoes while others were full of CD's, DVD's or books. Now they were in an Apple store looking at iPods. Ivan had just been approved for a higher spending limit on his Mastercard but it was supposed to be for new equipment, which he had to get started on again. The way Gilbert was wracking up the bill meant he would have to take double the jobs to pay it off. On his online ad he wrote that he was currently not taking any assignments, due to focusing on Gilbert's protection. And it was all worth it to see Gilbert smiling, laughing, and enjoying life once again. So what was a few extra dollars?
"Ivan, I want this one!" Gilbert pointed to the iPod on display with a grin.
Ivan pouted. "Do you really need one, Gilbert?"
"Everybody needs one!"
"But...it's a bit pricey. I said you could have mine."
"That old thing? Please!" He scoffed.
"It plays well."
"But it's unCOOL." Gilbert pouted then. "Please Ivie?"
"Ivie?" Ivan smile. "I like that name!" Gilbert flashed him large pink puppy eyes. "Well, okay, but no more expensive things like this!"
"Ivie, we still have to make one more stop!"
Ivan's jaw dropped just as he was taking the Mastercard from his wallet. "We do?"
"Yeah." Gilbert gave him sultry look. "It's a surprise, but I know you'll like it. With me, sex is forever," he whispered. "For everything else, there's Mastercard." Gilbert winked and plucked the card from Ivan's hand.
All Ivan could do was stand back and watch as his card was swiped through the credit machine once again. He was certain he could see steam marks coming from the plastic once Gilbert handed it back to him, along with a big kiss on the cheek. The kiss made his head spin and put a spring in his step. "Where to next, Gilbie?"
"Let's stop and have a drink before we continue on to the 'special surprise' store." He pointed to a bar and grill restaurant. "It's five o'clock somewhere, right?"
The idea of a drink sounded just right, and it would be a chance to rest his arms of all the shopping bags. They went and sat at the bar, Ivan ordering a vodka and Gilbert something fancy. When Ivan saw the large martini glass get placed in front of Gilbert he had to wonder what that little 'surprise' will cost him. His vodka flavored vodka would be half the price! But when those pink eyes gazed over at him with sweet seduction and the nimble tongue swirl around the straw, Ivan wanted to buy him three more. 'I have to stop all this meaningless spending because Gilbert will put me in debt! Beautiful, glorious debt because of him, but still debt nonetheless!' While thinking of that and drinking his vodka he had a flashback to a time slightly similar to this.
"Gilbert? What's wrong?" Ivan asked the boy who was sitting against the lockers, arms on his knees, glaring ahead at nothing. There was a bruise on his cheek.
"Fuck off, nerd. I don't need your stupidity rubbing off on me."
"But you seem angry about something." Gilbert didn't answer. "Well, would you mind moving over so I may get to my locker before the bell rings?"
Gilbert glared at him. "Sure, but there's a fine."
"A fine? Why?"
"I want your money. You give me all you have on you right now, and I'll move my skinny ass away. If not, I'm going to remain here and make your tardy-free ass late. How's them apples for ya?"
"All I have is four dollars." Ivan reached into his pocket and handed the money to him. Gilbert snatched it and counted.
"This all you have for lunch money? Judging by how fat you are I would think it'd be more!"
Ivan pouted. "That's all I have. Now kindly move."
"Sure." Gilbert stood up. "Fucking fag face." He shoved his hands in his pockets and stormed off.
"What are you thinking about?" Gilbert asked him.
Ivan downed his drink. "Oh, just of a time like this…where you were taking my money back in high school."
Gilbert gave a soft smirk. "I see." He sipped his martini. "I think I know which day you're talking about. I'm remembering more about you. Was it that time I was sitting at the lockers and you gave me money?"
Ivan nodded. "Yes, yes I did. I only had four dollars on me, but you wouldn't move until I paid you. Meanie."
Gilbert twirled the straw in his glass. "I was hungry that day, Ivan. Very hungry. I remember it so well now. I remember that day." His voice dropped. "It was a bad fight with my father…and my mother had a complete meltdown before I had to go to school. I was up all night yelling and fighting that I never got a chance to eat. My parents didn't give me anything and I stormed out of the house." He looked at Ivan. "I knew you would give me money, so I conned it out of you. I'm sorry about that…but you fed a hungry teen in the height of his angst, so to that, I say 'thanks'."
Ivan's features grew cheerless. "I'm sorry that happened to you, Gilbert. I didn't know."
"No one did. I didn't go around flaunting stuff like that, you know." He drank more. "I had my pride."
Ivan ordered another vodka. "But things are going to be different now, Gilbert. Everything will work out for the best."
"I hope so. So far everything is good and I don't want it to change." With the last sip of his large martini, Gilbert had a very faint flush that came with a small buzz. He smirked. "So then, how about we make our last stop at the 'surprise store'?"
Ivan paid the bill. "Is it upstairs or downstairs?"
"Oh, it's not in the mall. We passed it on the way here. I remember where it was."
The Russian saw a twinkle in the German man's eye and he didn't even bother to wait for his change.
/
Ivan pulled the car up into a spot in front of the blackout window store labeled, 'L.S.D.' He frowned at the sign glanced over at Gilbert who was grinning. Upon further silent examination, Ivan noticed a smaller print under the letters on the sign, which read, 'Love Saves the Day'. He was relieved it wasn't a drug house of some kind. Although they wouldn't openly advertise like this, which could only mean it was a specialty store. And with a title like that Ivan figured out what it was. He's never been in a sex shop before.
"Alright, kill the engine and let's go in already!" Gilbert urged him eagerly with that same smiling grin.
Ivan feared what he would see in this place, but took Gilbert's hand nonetheless and entered the shop. The first thing that struck his senses was the smell of incense, and a bit too much of it. Immediately he sneezed, for incense always managed to make his nose run. A young woman greeted them from her spot at the high counter and welcomed them both to the shop. Ivan followed silently behind Gilbert as the albino began to browse the first area, which was illuminated by dark lights. The purple glow actually made Gilbert's white hair and skin glow just slightly, and Ivan was tempted to take a picture to jerk off to it in private. Yet the camera flash would ruin it, as well as no flash. He decided that he would get the entire bedroom rewired so they have the option of a regular light or a dark light. He wanted Gilbert glowing for him during sex. But he mentally slapped himself from such thoughts and wondered why Gilbert would even want to be in a place like this. Part of his old life with Callaghan was crazy sex toys and other gadgets of pleasure. Ivan didn't think his rabbit would be into this.
"What on earth is that?" Ivan asked when his eyes caught the strange display of dildos. The sign hanging from the table read, 'Mountain of Pleasure'. Cheesy title, but what could he expect from a place like this? Poetry? But all the dildos were propped up against a four-tiered cake-like shelf, with the biggest ones on the bottom.
"See anything you like?" Gilbert nipped at Ivan's ear. "I prefer the real thing, though."
"Ah, as do I." Ivan couldn't resist touching one large purple dildo with strangely accurate thin veins covering the surface. However, when he touched it, the object fell and knocked over the others as well creating a domino effect. Ivan yelped slightly and looked around, hoping no one saw him as Gilbert was laughing in his ear.
"Come on, let's go this way, my blushing virgin." Gilbert pulled him to another area filled with boxes. "I thought you might like to liven things up a bit in the bedroom." He smirked and patted a box with a stripper pole advertised on it. "It's easy to assemble."
Purple eyes widened. "Y-You want that? But…I thought you hated it? And it's a reminder of a bad time."
Gilbert went over to him and wrapped his arms around the other's neck. "That was different, though. I do enjoy dancing, but only when I want to." He nuzzled his nose with Ivan's. "And I want to do it for you…and this time there can be sex afterwards…and you CAN touch the dancer." Ivan was completely still but Gilbert felt something poking at the zipper of his pants. "Oh. That was easy."
Ivan blushed. "Don't talk like that in public places!" He whispered harshly. "Now what do I do? I can't move without the nice lady at the counter seeing!"
"I'm sure she's seen guys walking around with hard-ons here at the store."
He huffed. "That doesn't mean I want to be one of them!"
"So tuck it up under your belt. Like this." Gilbert reached into Ivan's pants, past his belt and boxers, to gently grab the erection. He pushed it upward so the strength of the belt would hold it upright and flat. "See? Problem solved."
It hurt slightly but Ivan was amazed at how efficiently that worked.
"Didn't you ever have surprise hard-ons in school during puberty?"
Ivan cleared his throat. "No, I was lucky that way. It only happened in the morning. The first time I had one I rubbed it to make it feel better and…I came. I thought it broke." He smiled at Gilbert's laughter.
"I think many boys thought they broke it when it first happened!" He pulled away from the larger man to take the stripper pole box off the shelf, and shove it into Ivan's arms. "Go put that up by the counter so she holds it for us. I want to look at a few more things."
Ivan saw the price of just a pole in a box and whimpered all the way to the counter. He could just get some pipes and they would have the same effect. But like a dutiful lover, he gave it to the girl and started to head back to Gilbert when the magazine rack made him stop. There was a magazine with Gilbert on the cover. Looking around to make sure Gilbert wasn't near, Ivan took it from the rack but it was wrapped in plastic. Carefully as he could he removed the magazine from the sleeve and turned to the numbered pages with Gilbert. The pictures on the first two pages had him seeing red, and in a terribly violent way. They weren't posed pictures but pure candid shots of Gilbert with Callaghan in the bedroom. He was looking at rape. The pained and frightened looks on Gilbert's face weren't photoshoped and it wasn't a look alike. Ivan recognized the main bedroom easily. The captions were explaining 'forced' foreplay with Gilbert pretending to be a virgin. But it was the frightened features of HIS Gilbert that had him boiling with rage. This man will not live to see another day once Ivan got his hands on him. The law was moving too slow.
"Ivan? What are you read-" Ivan froze and heard Gilbert's gasp from behind. "Oh my God!" Gilbert snatched it from him and looked through the pages, a look of panic on his face. "How could he…I mean…we don't cameras in that bedroom! How did he-"
Ivan took it away from him. "We need to bring this to Alfred right away." He saw the sudden far off look in Gilbert's eyes. 'He's going to have a meltdown!' He took Gilbert by the hand and pulled him along, throwing some cash onto the counter for the magazine. He rushed the other into the passenger seat and buckled him. "Gilbert, calm down now." How could he tell Gilbert to be calm when he himself was in a fury of rage?
"I can't calm down! People are buying that and READING it!"
Ivan closed his door and got into the driver's side. "He's profiting from rape, and we need to have it stopped. Let's bring it to Alfred and-"
"NO!" Gilbert grabbed the thick wrist as Ivan was ready to put the car into gear. "No, please don't. I'm ashamed enough and embarrassed beyond words! I can't let Alfred see these!"
The larger man shoved his hand away and put the car into gear. "We're going to Alfred. He's the only one who will see this that we know. We can get this magazine off the market before it goes any further. And I won't hear another word about it!"
Gilbert turned away from him and gazed out the window while nervously biting his nails. His hands and body were trembling as he remembered that specific night in the pictures. It had been the second most barbaric rape he had with Callaghan. How could the man post those pictures? Gilbert knew why, it was to hurt him. It may even be a way for the man to want him back, by using the pictures as a ploy. Gilbert could see Callaghan telling him he'd remove the pictures so long as he came back. 'I won't go back. I won't! I'll slit my wrists again and die on his plush Arabian throw rugs!' But he was still scared. No not scared; TERRIFIED.
The ride to the police station was pure silence, one filled with anger and the other filled with shame. Gilbert attempted one more time to persuade Ivan not to bring this to Alfred but the larger man didn't listen. Instead, he dragged Gilbert into the police station, where they had to wait a few minutes before seeing Alfred. Alfred called them back to his desk and noticed the troubled features of both men. Ivan dropped the magazine in front of him, forcing Gilbert to slump in the chair and hide his face.
"What is this?" Alfred asked, looking at Gilbert's profile on the cover.
"Turn to page forty-three and go from there. Tell me what you see."
Alfred did so, coming to the pictures of Gilbert's rape and flipping through four pages of it. His brows furrowed tightly as he squinted at the pictures. "I'm not one for gay magazines…but this sure as Hell doesn't look like a photo shoot."
Gilbert blushed furiously.
"That's because it isn't." Ivan replied firmly. "Those are private pictures of Callaghan raping Gilbert while they were still together. Gilbert didn't know these were taken, but such a thing can't be legal, Alfred! This is RAPE."
Gilbert covered his ears, but it went unnoticed.
"I know it is. I've seen a few recorded rapes and recognize the signs." He gave a low whistle. "This bastard is marketing it as 'foreplay' when it's not." He looked at Ivan. "We have a strong case here. I have the card of the agent too, which I'm going to see tonight at his home residence. We can bring this bastard down with what we have."
"No." Both men turned to Gilbert with confused expressions. "No. I don't want to press charges. I just want to move on and leave all this behind me!"
"But Gilbert," Alfred started "as long as this guy is around he'll keep doing things like this. Do you know how hard it will be for you to get a job or to go back to school with this sort of background? Companies will not hire someone who's been portrayed in these magazines like this, rape or not. At least with a public case you will have a greater chance of moving on with your life. We can even get him locked up to suffer at the hands of other inmates. I will see justice served, Gilbert. I can't let this guy go, not after what's he's done. And it's not just you who is suffering."
Pink eyes glared at the detective. "Hey, why don't you put yourself in my place in those pictures for a moment. What would YOU do in my place?"
Alfred narrowed his gaze back. "I would accept and deal with whatever shame or troubles came from this so long as the perpetrator was behind bars. That way everyone, including myself, would be safe and justice will have been served. I wouldn't let this man continue to go on with his life knowing he was going to hurt others like he did you. I would learn to deal with it and use the experience to make myself stronger."
Gilbert looked away and crossed his arms. "Why don't you just fucking walk on water as well?"
"Stop it, both of you." Ivan's voice was stern as he spoke to Alfred. "See what you get out of this agent first. Then we will proceed from there."
"Right." Alfred turned to Gilbert next, even though the man would not look at him. "Gilbert, if I can find a way to arrest this man before having to use this magazine, I will." Gilbert said nothing. "Think of it this way. If you don't do anything about this man then he will haunt you and Ivan forever. You'll never have a clear conscience."
"I don't have one already. Even if he dies in a car crash tomorrow…he'll always be there. A part of me…"
"I'm taking him home." Ivan stood up and held Gilbert close to him. The albino hid his face in Ivan's chest. "I'll talk to you later. And I would go that agent right now."
"I'm going too. Let me know if anything happens in between. I'll call you as soon as I'm done."
Ivan guided Gilbert out of the station and back into the car where they drove home in silence. It was hard for Ivan to control himself once they were back in the apartment for he wanted to just hunt the man down and kill him. He wanted to let the law handle it (somewhat), but now it had gotten too personal. Seeing the actual rape was more enraging than hearing it. Now the man had a death warrant on his head, and his executioner would be Ivan himself. There was no hope for the bastard now.
"Ivan? I'm going to get a shower. I feel really…really dirty."
"Of course, but I'd best come with you."
"No, I'd rather be alone. Really." Gilbert gave him a forced smile. "I'll have Mandy with me, so I'll be fine. She won't let anything happen."
Ivan stared at him. "Do you think something is going to happen?"
"I…I'm not sure. I mean…I think I'm okay…but with how calm I am…and with no Valium…" his hands started to shake "I don't know, Ivan." Mandy began to whimper beside him.
'He's panicking.' Gilbert, come with me. Let's sit for a bit and calm down."
Gilbert gave a nervous laugh. "I'm a bit fucking far from being able to calm down."
"Now, Gilbert, just take some deep breaths. Breathe slowly…" he really didn't know what he was doing, but knew that Gilbert was on the verge of a breakdown "in and out."
Mandy barked in alarm at Gilbert's state and the albino let out a shrill shriek and covered his ears. "STOP THE NOISE! HE'LL HEAR US!"
"Gilbert-!" Gilbert ran off in to the bedroom with Ivan and Mandy following close behind. Gilbert ran to the closet and hid inside, holding the knob to keep Ivan from opening it. "Gilbert! Please, come of there!"
"NO! No he'll find me! He'll find me~" Gilbert kept repeating the same line over and over again until he exhausted himself, backing into the far corner of the closet and sliding to the floor. The door swung open and Ivan looked in, but he didn't see Ivan, he saw Callaghan instead. "No! No get away from me! Just go away! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
"Gilbert, it's me! It's Ivan!" Ivan cursed his size as he tried to fit into the closet so he could reach Gilbert. However, the man, in his mental state, was kicking at him furiously and screaming. "GILBERT!" He pushed one of Gilbert's legs away and grabbed the forearm, attempting to pull him out by force. It was the wrong thing to do, for Gilbert only screamed again and struggled to stay in the corner. He was clawing at the walls as he fought, but Ivan finally forced his own body through to grip Gilbert's hips. As he attempted to pull the man out, Gilbert held on to the sides of the closet trim, begging and pleading with Ivan to let him go. "Goddamn it, Gilbert!" The albino man in this state had more adrenaline and strength in him that even Ivan did.
"LET ME GO!"
Mandy barked violently and bit Ivan's leg, which almost made him drop the other but Ivan held on tight. He kicked Mandy away and she yelped in pain. Gilbert's grip finally gave out on him and he let go, but his panicking didn't cease. Ivan had to wrap one arm around Gilbert's chest and the other around his waist, fully pinning him to his chest. Gilbert screamed and tried to force himself forward to break from Ivan's grasp. Ivan was furious enough without having Gilbert's mental breakdown to make things worse. In his rage he was tempted to just slap the man into silence and force him to be calm.
"I DON'T WANT THIS!" Gilbert cried out. "PLEASE LET ME GO! PLEASE! I'LL DO ANYTHING!"
Gilbert was lost to him by this point, and Mandy's furious barking threatened to drive him mad.
"What's going on in here?" Came a panicked voice, and Ivan looked towards the door see some of the neighbors. The old man from next door was the one who asked, and everyone else was looking shocked or frightened.
"Call an ambulance!" Ivan told them. "He's having a breakdown!" He couldn't think of anything else he could for Gilbert right now. "Everyone else get out! He needs air!" He saw one of the neighbors opening their cell phone and dialing.
"Let's get him downstairs to the main doors," said Mr. Bradley, the old man from next door. "Save the ambulance some time coming all this way up!"
Ivan gave a few grunts at Gilbert's frantic struggling in his arms. "That's easier said than done!"
"Everyone holding him down won't help!" said Mr. Berry, pushing his way in to the room. He grabbed Gilbert's head and blew in his face a few times, which forced him to take a deep breath. Once Gilbert had caught his breath the struggled ceased a bit, and he was panting again. "Good, now's a bit calmer! Get him down the main lobby!"
"The ambulance is on its way!" said the neighbor who called. "We're lucky the hospital isn't too far!"
Ivan thanked them both and started to guide Gilbert through the apartment and into the hall. Only Mr. Berry and Mr. Bradley followed while the others went back to their rooms now that the main excitement was over. Ivan still held Gilbert tightly to him, fearing the man would try to run off or harm himself. They were forced to take the elevator, which made Gilbert cry pitifully at the closed in space but would be much quicker than taking the steps. Mr. Berry crouched to look at Gilbert's face, shaking his head.
"He's completely lost right now. He's not seeing a thing," he told Ivan.
Mr. Bradley put his hand on Ivan's shoulder. "They may put your friend in the mental ward of the hospital, so don't try to fight it or act surprised. He'll be safer there."
"I know. Thank you." The elevator door chimed and opened, and all four men hurried out. The doorman looked at them in confusion, seeing Ivan holding a struggling Gilbert.
"What's wrong with him?" ye asked Ivan.
"Breakdown." Ivan answered, and he could hear Gilbert mumbling incoherent words. 'He's lost to us…what if he doesn't come back to me?' Ivan rubbed his nose in Gilbert's hair. 'Gilbie…my bunny…everything was going so well'." He saw the reflection of the flashing ambulance lights through the main glass door. 'I swear to you, Gilbert, that Callaghan will not live to see another day. I will find him. I will mutilate him. And then I will kill him.'
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The door to the apartment had been left open just a bit. Mandy sat by the door, knowing she shouldn't go out. But the door started to creak open, and her ears went up, hoping it was her Master. The person who came through made her snarl, lower her ears, and get into an attacking position.
End Chapter 13 TBC
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