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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
- 14
- 15
- 16
***Warnings: Language, humor, dark theme
***Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. I'm making no money off of this fic.
Chapter 15
Gilbert trembled as the door opened with the doctor stepping in who held it open for the 'other' person. He feared it would be Callaghan. But to his relief it was not that bastard but rather a woman, dressed in a brown suit holding a fancy clipboard. Her dark hair was done up in a bun and on her face were a set of very narrow framed glasses. The woman reminded him of a librarian he had in elementary school, who was strict, boring, and mean. Yet this woman gave him a gentle smile and pulled up a chair to sit beside the bed. Gilbert only smiled back.
"Good morning, Mr. Beilschmidt. I'm Maria Pascal, a coordinator from the Westdale Care-One Home."
"Okay. I don't know what that is but hello."
She took off her glasses and looked at Doctor Hamilton. "You didn't tell him I was coming?" Gilbert looked at the doctor too.
"I didn't feel it was necessary. Mr. Beilschmidt tends to…build things up in his mind and it makes his phobias intensify."
"I see." She turned back to Gilbert. "May I call you Gilbert?" He nodded. "Well, Gilbert, I don't want you to feel worried, frightened, or offended by my being here." She folded her hands to rest them on the clipboard. "Westdale Care-One home is a mental institution that helps in caring for the mentally challenged. Of all levels."
Gilbert gripped the top sheet in his hands. "I'm not crazy. I swear that I'm not crazy!"
"We don't like to use that term."
"Fuck that! 'Mentally challenged' is just a nice way to say 'nut-case'!"
She simply smiled at him. "Gilbert, please calm yourself. Just because I am sitting here does not mean you are 'crazy', and it doesn't imply having you taken away. I'm here to speak to you and administer a few tests to see if you qualify for such a facility. Doctor Hamilton here has spoken to me in confidence of your guardian and what Mr. Callaghan wants to see done to help you."
"Please…" he pleaded softly "he's only doing this because I'm happy and he's jealous! He's a crazed lunatic! If you should be seeing ANYONE it's him!"
"Yes, well, this is where I factor in. Mr. Callaghan wishes to just send you to our facility because he believes that is what's best. In most cases like yours, and judging by your recent medical history of self-harm issues, you would have been brought to Westdale right away. However, Doctor Hamilton here has issued a hold on Mr. Callaghan's request until I have spoken to you. I will decide if you need to be placed in our care or not."
Gilbert looked from her to the doctor. "Does…he know you did this?"
Doctor Hamilton folded his hands behind him. "No, he doesn't know that I've called her here. As your doctor I am authorized to do whatever I think is right for the patient within reason. In this case, your friend Ivan has spoken to me of Mr. Callaghan's treatment of you, as well as the images in that magazine." Gilbert hid his face behind his hands. "It's because of those pictures that I am choosing to keep you here, under my care, before handing you over to Westdale. Mrs. Pascal here will be the final judge in your diagnosis."
'Ivan.' Gilbert smiled at the mention of his lover's name.
"Gilbert, as we speak together today I want you to be openly honest with me. You must tell me everything no matter how hard or embarrassing it may be for you. Honesty will help me decide how to diagnosis you. Do you accept?"
"Do I have a choice?" He asked with a hint of sarcasm.
"You do." She smiled.
"Fine then, let's do it." 'Anything to keep from being thrown in the nuthouse!'
/
After an hour or so of waiting, Mrs. Pascal entered Doctor Hamilton's office. "Well, we're all finished."
"How did it go? What's your prognosis?"
"Gilbert's issues are nowhere near our levels to qualify for our facility. His issues are brought on by depression."
"Would you say he is depressed?"
"Not clinically. He is depressed due to a tragic shock, in this case, it would be the abusive relationship he was in. That is what caused this depression. But with the right amount of counseling and a simple prescription or two he'll return to his normal self."
He nodded. "Good. I agree with your prognosis. I'll call Mr. Callaghan later and let him know of your report. I would like two copies of it, one for myself and one for him."
"Of course. Mr. Beilschmidt is a very troubled man, but more emotionally than anything else. He told me all about his life; from his sick mother, abusive father, and his relationship with Mr. Callaghan. He speaks VERY highly of his friend Ivan, whom he considers a boyfriend and lover now. Gilbert's whole persona changed when speaking of him."
"Yes, I know. But Mr. Callaghan has issued that Ivan cannot be allowed to see Gilbert."
"But with my diagnosis stating him as 'sane', Mr. Callaghan has no legal ground on who does or doesn't see Gilbert." She smiled. "Let Ivan and Gilbert see each other. It will help to speed the healing process."
"I agree completely." Doctor Hamilton picked up the phone. "Have my receptionist make two copies of your report. I'm going to make that call to Mr. Callaghan right now." He dialed the numbers.
/
"Are you back again?" Alfred frowned, munching on his granola bar as Ivan approached his desk. "Can I say how tired I am of seeing your big nose all the time?"
Ivan gave him an annoyed smile. "Don't start with me, Alfred. I have another big favor to ask of you. Regardless of what Gilbert says, I need legal papers of some kind to keep Callaghan away from Gilbert while he is staying in the hospital. I know Gilbert does not want those rape pictures involved, but his life is more important than his pride. To me, anyway."
Alfred crumbled up the empty wrapper, tossed it into the far garbage can behind Ivan, and opened a desk drawer. He took out a file and tossed it in front of Ivan. "I've already had them written up. Everything's all set. I knew this would happen." He smirked and tapped his temple. "I'm always one step ahead of the game! That's what makes me a hero!"
Ivan, eyes wide, opened the folder and began to flip through the papers. Each one was separated with a paper clip. "But…but how did you…how did you get these done so fast?"
Alfred wiggled his shoulders. "Me and the boss man are good buds! He helped to move things along!"
"Good buds?"
"HEY! THERE HE IS!" A joyful, booming voice echoed in their direction. Ivan turned to see a rather plump (very plump) and jolly man coming towards them. "The man who made my daughter's wedding day the best day of her life!"
He gave a nervous, confused smile. "Excuse me?"
"Ivan, this is our police chief! The big boss!" Alfred introduced them.
"Chief Gull!" The jolly man shook Ivan's hand and gave it a few hearty slaps. "You were the photographer at my daughter's wedding! She raved about the pictures, you know!"
"Oh, that's nice to hear."
"Don't you remember? You did more than just take pictures!"
Ivan has done many weddings and it wasn't easy to keep track of all of them. "Oh, I'm sure I didn't do anything that grand?"
Chief Gull slapped him six times on the back. "Don't be so modest! When that cello player in the orchestra passed out in the middle of a song, you just jumped right in and took over! You saved the band that day, my fine fellow!"
"Oh yes, now I remember! That was certainly a night I won't forget." Ivan remembered that the cello player passed out from being drunk, and he did take over for a few songs until the conductor gave him leave to go. Ivan could also picture this jolly and plump Buddha-like man dancing at the wedding. He was sure the large man stepped on and bumped in to him a few times.
"Well, Alfred here told me of your troubles with your friend." He bent down to whisper, smelling of Old Spice and Taco Bell. "Don't worry, I got it all squared away. You're good to go. Any other issues come up, you just tell that guy to speak to ME, Police Chief Robert Gull, and I'll fix his little red wagon!" He pinched both of Ivan's cheeks and gave them a few pats. "This is a good kid here! I like this kid!"
Ivan was extremely uncomfortable with the constant touching, but smiled and bared it for all the help the man was giving him. "You're too kind, Chief Gull."
"Well, I've got to get back to work now. It was good seeing you again! I'm glad I could return the favor!" He slapped Ivan on the back again and high-fived Alfred as he left, (or rather wobbled).
"So, am I the coolest hero around, or what?" Alfred grinned.
"Now I know how you've kept this job." He flattened down his ruffled hair. " 'Jake and the Fat Man'."
Alfred glared at him. "Just take these papers and get the hell out of my sight for awhile! I'm tired of looking at you!"
"After all this is over I'll treat you to dinner."
"Ooo!" Alfred licked his lips. "I'll hold you to that."
Ivan took the folder and held it tightly to his chest as he left the station and proceeded home. He stopped at the Bradley's to check on Mandy, who was excited to him but was looking for Gilbert behind him. The Bradley's said that Mandy has been very quiet and sad, probably from Gilbert's absence. They offered to continue caring for the dog until Gilbert returned, and Ivan was pleased to take them up on that offer. He grabbed his cello and fold-up lawn chair from the apartment then headed back for the hospital. He still had the stuffed German Sheppard in his car. This little outdoor performance would be romantic, but Ivan rather be playing it for Gilbert in the same room and not kept apart. He only hoped that security would not send him away.
Pulling up to park in the same spot he gathered all three items and carried them to the right spot. He set up the lawn chair, rocking it back and forth to get the leg bars buried in the snow. He had to tie his ushanka under his chin to keep warm from the bitter wind. Then, he picked up a few small rocks to toss up at Gilbert's window. Each one hit the thick glass, making a 'ping' noise. 'Come on, Gilbert! Please be there!' When he saw the figure of his love finally appear at the window Ivan felt all the anger he had left drain away. 'That's my Gilbert!' Gilbert waved and blew him a kiss, silently asking if he had brought the cello. Ivan held up the case to show him, and then prepared him for play. 'I know what song he wants to hear.'
Ivan smiled, closed his eyes, and began to play.
/
"Ivan, you're nothing but a big, cheesy, stupidly romantic polar bear!" Gilbert said when he started to hear the faint melody of 'Can't Help Falling In Love With You' through the window. "But damn, am I glad to see you."
He stared down at the man with the cello. Gilbert truly believed that Ivan was the happiness he had been waiting for all these years. This man, whom he had bullied every day in school did nothing more than love him each and every day. Gilbert wasn't sure if it was the pills or just the state of things, but he began to cry. Not just cry, but also SOB. He was blubbering like a baby and laughing as well. 'Maybe I am really insane!' Ivan was too far down to be able to see the tears so Gilbert just let them fall. It was getting harder to hear the tune over his blubbering so he kept trying to make himself stop.
Still, the tears came. Why had it taken so long for him to be properly loved? He assumed his mother loved him even with her disability. His father disliked him, for exactly what, he didn't know. He was very popular and well liked in school but it wasn't love. Gilbert couldn't depend on any of his friends or his family. He could only depend on and trust himself. He had thought Callaghan was his happiness when the man offered him everything. Everything he could possibly want. Fame, fortune, and security. Or so he thought. How stupid he was for lying to himself all these years! Gilbert could only wonder how much of his life was lost lying to himself about Callaghan's love for him. How could he have continued to justify the constant controlling and abusive behaviors from his so-called 'lover'? Callaghan was supposed to love him, not hurt him. But now, the bluebird of happiness had finally come to him after all these years of begging to be loved and cherished. Somebody loved him just the way he was. He didn't have to try hard with Ivan for the man loved him unconditionally. And that's the way it should be.
"That's what I deserve. What everyone deserves!" Gilbert wiped at his eyes and breathed on the glass to draw a heart in the center for Ivan to see. If the cello player could be tacky and romantic then so can he.
/
Ivan smiled at the heart on the glass, feeling the urge to giggle excitedly like a schoolgirl discovering her first crush. His music had caught the attention of other hospital residents for room windows started to open and with head peeking out. Ivan continued to play the song until a small child hanging out the window shouted for him to play 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star'. This music performance was supposed to be for Gilbert but he couldn't ignore all these people watching him. Most of them were patients, some were visitors, and a few were nurses. Ivan figured most of the patients here could use some music so he changed over the last requested song.
/
"Twinkle, twinkle?" Gilbert raised a white brow but chuckled. "A tune is a tune!" There was a knock at the door and he gasped, looking over his shoulder as Doctor Hamilton came in.
"I hear there is a live concert outside." The doctor smiled at him.
"Yeah…that's Ivan." Gilbert cleared his throat but turned away to continue watching Ivan outside. "What do you want?"
"I come with good news. Mrs. Pascal has reviewed your report and she declares you perfectly sane. You're off the hook."
Gilbert turned to look at him with relief and bewilderment. "Really? You mean that? I knew I was!" He whooped. "But…what about Callaghan?" His voice dropped.
"Oh, I called him and left a message on his machine to call me back. Now that we have proof you are sane, you can have Ivan visit you." Gilbert's pink eyes lit up. "We're also moving you to another room."
"No more looney floor?"
"No more looney floor."
"YEAH!" Gilbert turned back to the window with a big grin and gave Ivan two thumbs up. Ivan stopped playing to stare up at him. "He can't understand me."
"Well, I just a sent nurse out to tell him. I rather all this cold air from open windows NOT get in to patient's rooms so the concert has to stop."
"Can Ivan play here? In the hospital, I mean?"
Doctor Hamilton nodded. "Yes, but maybe later. Right now we need to move you to a new room. I'll tell you more along the way."
/
Ivan saw a nurse coming over to him so he ceased his playing and smiled at her. He recognized her as the nurse receptionist on Gilbert's floor.
"Mr. Braginski?"
"Yes?"
"I'm sorry but your outside concert has to stop. I'm afraid the cold air is not good for some of our patients so if you can come inside that would be wonderful." She smiled.
"But I'm playing for Gilbert to cheer him up." Ivan pointed to the window.
"Oh, well, Mr. Beilschmidt is being moved to another room on another floor. You have permission to see him now."
Ivan's purple eyes flew wide in shock, and then his lips curled into a large grin. "I…I can see him now? What's happened? What changed?" He started to pack up his cello.
"Doctor Hamilton will explain that to you later. He is being moved to the third floor so you can stay in the waiting room until Mr. Beilschmidt is all settled in his new room."
"Thank you so much! I have papers for Doctor Hamilton as well! Legal papers that I need to give to him right away."
"Just bring them with you. Follow me please."
Ivan practically skipped along in the snow behind her, ignoring the complaints from the patients who didn't get to hear their requested songs. She accompanied him to the third floor waiting room and said Doctor Hamilton would call him shortly. Ivan laid the cello case on the floor next to him, not caring about what happened to the lawn chair. The less he had to carry the better. In his hand he held the little stuffed German Sheppard, squeezing it tightly as he tried to ease his excitement about being able to see Gilbert. In his messenger bag held the file with the magic papers that would keep the monstrous bastard away from his lover. Just a short while ago the world was against him, but now, Ivan was coming back on top! It seemed like hours he was sitting there trying not to jump and down in his seat like a fidgety five year old.
"Mr. Braginski?"
"HERE!" Ivan grabbed his things and trotted over to Doctor Hamilton. "I got the legal papers you needed!"
"Very good. Step out over here and I will fill you in." They moved away from the waiting room and stood next to a water fountain. "Out of good will to Gilbert I called over the Westdale Care-One coordinator to examine him. That's the name of the asylum Mr. Callaghan wanted to put Gilbert in. After Mrs. Pascal had her observation with Gilbert, she could confirm that there was nothing mentally wrong with Gilbert."
"Just like I said."
"Yes. She said that his mental state and depression is only brought on by an event. In this case, the stimulate would be-"
"Callaghan." Ivan finished for him.
"Right. So now that Gilbert has a clean bill of mental health our rules no longer apply and you are allowed to see him, despite whatever Mr. Callaghan says or does. Oh, so long as you have those papers?"
Ivan set down his cello case and fumbled through his messenger bag to take out the file folder. "All the papers are in there. Just let me know if there is anything else I need to do. I believe one is a restraining order of some kind."
"This moved awfully fast?" Doctor Hamilton raised a brow at him.
"Ah, well, my friend at the police department is also good friends with the big boss there. So things were able to move along."
"Yes, I see that. So the police station CAN move quickly when they want to?"
Ivan shrugged his shoulders. "That's another case for another time. Where is Gilbert now? May I see him?"
"Yes, we've moved him to this floor. Room 306, bed 1. You can follow me." Doctor Hamilton continued to speak as they walked. "Mrs. Pascal and I both think that a change of scenery would aid in Gilbert's mental and emotional recovery. Perhaps a vacation? Someplace where he can feel safe and secure; where he knows no one and won't be judged for his background."
Ivan smiled. "Oh, I've thought about that. I'm thinking of taking him to live with my parents and grandparents on our family farm in Russia. It's a whole different world there."
"My, my, that would be a BIG change of scenery but not at all a bad thought."
Doctor Hamilton brought him to room 306 where the door was already opened and a nurse was just walking out. Ivan peeked around the doorframe towards the first bed and saw Gilbert fiddling with a string on his hospital blanket. Even though they had only been separated for a short time it seemed like an eternity. Ivan placed his things at the side of the door and stepped in to the room, waiting for Gilbert to notice him. Pink eyes lifted to see who was walking in and Ivan grinned madly.
"Ivie!" Gilbert held his arms out to Ivan who rushed over to him and they embraced. "You're back!"
"I guess I can be considered family now!" Ivan kissed the white hair and buried his nose in it just wanting to get a small sniff of Gilbert's scent. "Yuck. You smell like hospital."
"You're an ass!" He pulled away to smack Ivan on the shoulder. "You're just jealous you didn't get to have Miss Peggy giving YOU a sponge bath!" He wiggled his white brows. "The hospital soap here stinks like donkey balls, though."
Doctor Hamilton had to intervene at that part. "She said you were asleep, almost comatose while she was bathing you."
Gilbert cupped his hands over Ivan's ear and leaned in to whisper. "They're more comfortable with 'scrubbing' and 'rubbing' when they think you're asleep!"
Ivan just rolled his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "You're horrible."
"In the future, Mr. Beilschmidt, let's not play 'tricks' on the nurses. Remember, they're the ones who administer your medication and bring the meals."
"Now I feel a little sheepish."
"Never mind all that!" Ivan took his hands. "Alfred got us the protection papers we needed to keep Callaghan away from you! Now you can be safe!"
Gilbert looked to Doctor Hamilton. "Is that true?"
"Yes. Now that Ivan has brought us these papers our hospital security can keep Mr. Callaghan away. If he tries to sign in at the front desk as a visitor he will be denied. Now what happens AFTER you leave the hospital will be your decision."
"When will that be?" Ivan asked.
"I want to keep Gilbert here for a few more days just for observation. I also want to schedule a simple counseling session for him to help him cope with all his anxieties and fears."
"Can he go on my insurance now?"
"Most likely. You'll have to call your insurance company again and get things straightened out."
"Well, thank you for all your help." Ivan turned his attention back to Gilbert as Doctor Hamilton took his leave. "Everything will be better now." He kissed Gilbert's cheek.
"But we're not out of the dark yet." Gilbert looked down at the sheets. "He's just got so much money…what if he starts tipping people off? Money talks, you know."
"I don't want you to worry about that right now." Ivan brushed the white bangs from his face. "I have a gift for you!" He went over to his bag and took out the stuffed animal. "Here, for you."
Gilbert took the German Sheppard toy from him and grinned. "It looks just like Mandy! Thanks Ivie! I love it! I'll call her, Mini Mandy!"
Ivan chuckled. "Suitable name."
"How is my best girl, by the way? Does she miss me?"
"She does. Mr. and Mrs. Bradley are watching her now while all this is being settled. They hardly ever leave the house so Mandy will be quite safe."
"Good. She's my special girl, you know."
Ivan put his hands up. "I would never put myself between you two. I promise."
Gilbert put the stuffed animal in his lap and gave Ivan a sultry look before leaning in to kiss him. "I've missed you so much. I was terrified being here all by myself without you."
Ivan nuzzled his cheek. "Don't worry. I'll spend every visitor hour here with you."
"You know…" Gilbert trailed a finger down the front of Ivan's purple argyle vest "I've never been so turned on by argyle before until I met you. And these hospital beds are VERY sturdy."
"After everything we've been through these last few days, is sex all you can think about?"
The albino purred. "But I want to experience the Russian Jackhammer again! I don't need counseling! I need some solid-"
The privacy curtain next to them suddenly slid open to reveal the patient in bed two. He was in his early thirties with a broken leg and arm, plus a bandage around his head. "Hi, I'm Brett, over in bed two. I got nothin' against gays or anything but do ya think ya could…you know…be less VOCAL about your sex lives? I mean, I'm trying to eat my meatloaf."
Ivan blushed in slight embarrassment and Gilbert gave him a snobbish look.
"You got a girlfriend?"
"Yeah?"
"Does she talk sex to you like I do to Ivan?"
"Not really?"
"Sucks to be you." Gilbert smirked and closed his own privacy curtain.
"Hey!"
Gilbert smiled and kissed Ivan again. "Don't be embarrassed, love."
"Am I…really a 'jackhammer'?" He batted his lashes.
"Economy sized."
Ivan folded his hands together in a mock prayer. "All those years back you only referred to my size in body weight and cruel jokes! And now…you are using it to heighten my self-esteem with words of love!"
"You're squealing like a schoolgirl!" Gilbert gave him a playful push. "You've still got more rolls than a pastry truck!" He laughed at the playful look of hurt on his lover's face. Gilbert squished Ivan's cheeks in his hands. "It's just more to love!"
"Oh my God! I'm getting cavities over here!" Came Brett's voice. "At least speak quietly!"
Gilbert shrugged and then leaned forward to kiss Ivan again. "My Pooh Bear."
"My Snowbunny."
"That's it! I'm issuing a room change." Came Brett's voice once again.
Ivan pulled Gilbert into a hug, ignoring the man behind the other curtain. "You don't know how much I've wanted to hold you in my arms, Gilbie. Just trying to fall asleep without you beside me was like slow torture. I always want you in that bed beside me every night until the end of our days."
Gilbert pulled back to look at him in all seriousness. "What about when we did? They don't make double coffins, you know." He forced a smirk to lighten the dark theme of death.
"Well, if you die before me than I will simply lay on top of you as the coffin is closed and locked. But if I die before you, than I want you to keep on living, no matter what."
Silent tears began to pour down Gilbert's cheeks yet his face was completely void of all emotion. "How can you promise such a thing like that? It just…doesn't seem natural. This is a storybook, Ivan. This is real life. We're real people with real problems and real morals."
Ivan kissed away one of the tears. "We'll just have to wait and see then, won't we?"
"Yeah." He wiped his eyes dry and gave a choked laugh. "Fuck…I just want all this to be over! I'm tired of feeling like a whiny little bitch who shakes and cries all the time because people are mean."
"We just need to rebuild that alligator skin. Once we are finally free of Callaghan you will see how different life can be. We're getting there. Slowly, but surely." Gilbert gave a yawn through his tears and Ivan chuckled. "Rest now. I'll be right here with you while you sleep."
Pale lips smiled shyly. "I know. I guess that little 'bluebird of happiness' has finally come to me." He looked at Ivan. "And he's twelve feet tall with a big beak and white feathers." The Russian blinked, and then laughed whole-heartedly. "At least you've chased away that 'chicken of depression' that was always by my side." He smirked.
"Yeah, you sent that chicken over here!" Shouted Brett.
"I like that guy." Gilbert said as he snuggled under the blankets. He moved over to make room on the narrow bed for Ivan. When the larger man lay down, Gilbert found he was rolling in to him. "This bed ain't big enough for the two of us."
"You'll manage." They lay side by side, face to face, each with a smile and look of pure content. "I love you, Gilbert Beilschmidt. Let the past be in the past. From now on, we'll always look forward and never back."
Gilbert closed his eyes. "I agree." He responded with another yawn. "I love you, too." Pink eyes opened again. "But be warned. Once I'm past all this emotional shit I'll be back to the old Gilbert who won't show so much affection or talk like a lovesick high school girl!"
"As long as I know you think and feel it then that's all that matters to me. Being mean to me is just your way of saying, 'I love you'."
"Right." Another yawn. "See you when I wake."
Ivan kissed his forehead and lay with the smaller man until he was certain the other was asleep. The bed was indeed small and very cramped so with ninja-like stealth he slipped from the bed. He wanted to get to his phone and text both Francis and Antonio to let them know the good news. Gilbert would love to know that his two best friends were able to see him as well. But when he fished his phone out from his messenger back, he noticed that there was a missed call as well as a text message. The I.D. read 'Alfred F. Jones'. Ivan felt his heart sink to his stomach. 'Oh no, I hope this isn't bad news.' Holding his breath, Ivan called the other back, biting his thumbnail while waiting. Quickly, he took a peek over at Brett's side to find that the man was also asleep. 'Good.'
'Ivan! There you are! Where the hell have you been?'
"I had my phone on silent. Sorry. What's up?"
'I got some pretty interesting news that I think you would like to hear. Can you go someplace private?'
He had promised not to leave Gilbert but did not want to miss Alfred's call. Instead, he told a passing nurse to just tell Gilbert he was on the phone should the man wake up and panic. Telling Alfred to hold on, Ivan made the long trip back to his car and shielded himself inside. "Okay, I'm in my car."
'Good. Now listen up. We managed to get a shit-load of information out of that agent. We have him down at the office now. We found those two girls he tricked in to modeling. It was as we thought. It was a ploy to trick these young girls into letting their guards down so they could be taken. Luckily we found them in time.'
"Where were they?"
'That's not important right now. All I can say is that I am fucking PISSED. I'm utterly disgusting by the shit we're digging up on both this agent's side as well as that fuck Callaghan. We should be thankful that Callaghan took Gilbert as his boyfriend because guess what? If he hadn't, then Gilbert wouldn't be with us now. He'd be in some third-world country being sold off as some sex slave.'
"Despicable." It made him feel sick to his stomach.
'I know. This is when beating the shit out of evil people should be allowed. Which brings me to the other news. I happen to have heard where Mr. Callaghan is staying this weekend. ALONE.'
This peeked his interest. "Alone, you say?"
'Yes. I found out from the agent's notes that he will be staying for the weekend in his lake house somewhere in the mountains. I'll text you the address.'
Ivan's lips curled in to a dark and malevolent smile; his eyes narrow. "Just what are you trying to say to me, Alfred? Are you suggesting something?"
'I'm not suggesting anything. I just thought you would like to know where he will be. Alone. In the woods. No one around for miles. Lots of acreage. Many bears.'
"Hmmm…" He licked his lips "I love it when you talk like that, Alfie." The promise of finally getting his hands on that bastard gave him a boner. This was why he had to leave the forensic field and go into photography.
'Just try and make it look like an accident. At least one section of the underground sex ring will be shut down. We'll be saving a lot of young girls and children. Remember: ACCIDENT.'
Ivan wiggled his brows, still wearing the same malevolent smile. "I took those same forensic classes and criminal justice classes as you did, Alfred. I know the ropes."
'All right then. Happy hunting?'
"Okie dokie. Pooh Bear signing out." He flipped the phone close.
/
Ivan drummed his fingers on the leather steering wheel of his car as it climbed higher and higher on the dark mountain road. He had his wipers on full speed to battle the freezing rain that bombarded his windshield. It irked him that he had to drive so slow when his excitement was raging to get to that mountain house. He hadn't told Gilbert where he was going.
'I won't be gone for long, Gilbie. You only have two more days in the hospital and then we'll be able to go back home.'
'But I've been here for three days already! I'm going insane! Can't you just stay with me?'
'Francis is coming to stay with you. You'll be perfectly fine. I have some business work to attend to and I must make haste.'
'Make haste? Who the hell says 'haste' in this day and age?'
He smiled. 'Just me.' He gave Gilbert a kiss on the forward. 'I promised that I will always protect you and I intend to fully keep that promise. Come Hell or high water.'
Soon Gilbert will be free of his tormenter. Ivan's fingers itched with the promise need of brutally beating that bastard for what he did to Gilbert, and any other people he had hurt. Ivan kept playing out the punishment in his head yet there were just too many options. He feared he would have to pick from a hat! The idea made him chuckle darkly. He wasn't going to just KILL the man. That would be too easy. The bastard deserved to suffer for all the evil and pain he has called. Society likes to say that everyone has a good side, but some people are just downright wicked. Callaghan and others like him do not deserve to breath the same air as he does.
"Bad little boys should be punished!"
Eventually the lake came in to view as well as the lake house. The dirt road leading to the house had streetlights, so Ivan turned off his headlights and crept along the road. To play it safe, he pulled over in to the shadows and turned off the car. Thanks to the heavy black rain the car will be harder to see in the dark, and it was black too! Just perfect. He stared at the house littered with lights, looking towards the large balcony where the most of it shined through large glass doors. Ironically, Ivan had been listening to the Classic literature station on the radio and the story of Lizzy Borden was being told. He chuckled villainously when he saw the man walk past the glass doors. Ivan couldn't stop grinning like a madman. Even his nipples were getting hard from the anticipation of murder. If he hadn't had left the forensic and crime fields then this strange side to him would have been fully explored. Ivan hoped that this part of him would never have to come out again. Ever. Deciding that it was time, he reached in to the back of his car and pulled out a pipe, followed by a small duffel bag.
Dressed all in black from head to toe, Ivan stepped out of the car and in to the drumming, freezing rain. Gripping the pipe in one hand he stared dangerously at the house for a few moments. He had seen enough horror movies in the dorm with Alfred to know what a classic pose this was, and it tickled his fancy to actually do it. Now was the time to let out his dark side, which he has continued to keep hidden for all these years. Maybe if he had let it loose back in high school he would have already killed Gilbert. But this man actually deserved a violent death. He swore to himself and Gilbert that he would make this man suffer; that he would play and torture him like a cat would a mouse. How he ached to sink his claws and teeth in to that man. Finally, Ivan began to make his way towards the house while whispering his own rendition of a classic folk poem.
"Little Ivan took an axe and gave that bastard forty whacks." He didn't have an axe; for an axe would make too much a mess of things. A blunt object could be just as deadly if one knew how to use it right.
End Chapter 15 TBC
***Cliffhanger!***
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