Psycho

Unit 24

so very good news guys, i am one chapter away from officially finishing this story!! so when it's finally over you'll get weekly regular updates! it'll be a story of 32 chapters! in the meanwhile, enjoy this chapter. this one is the beginning of my favorite part of this entire thing!! so i hope you like! :)

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Disclaimer: This story contains violence, gore, sexual content and strong language. Subjects covered might trigger some. If you are very sensible or easily offended, please abstain from reading.  

The shrill sound of Quest's ringtone pierced his eardrums and made him jerk awake. Dripping in sweat and breathing heavily, he snatched his phone from his bedside table and picked it up.

"Agent Kad-" he began but he was cut by the hurried voice on the other side of the line.

"QUEST! Quest, oh my G-, oh my fucking God..." Quest recognized Vincent's voice.

"Talley? What's wrong?" Quest asked worriedly.

He heard several sobs through the phone. His eyebrows furrowed.

"Quest... Q-Quest..." Vincent whined.

Quest jumped off his bed and gathered clean clothes.

"Vincent? What's happening?" Quest demanded more aggressively this time, a bad feeling growling down his stomach as he threw a shirt over his head.

A gross sob followed by a helpless whimper indicated Quest that this was bad. Really bad. After messily putting on pants, roughly combing his air, rapidly throwing his coat over his shoulders, grabbing his keys and leaving the apartment in a rush, Vincent finally replied.

"You're the first one I called, Quest, please... oh my God... I'm at the hospital...I got to work and... and..." There was a long silence followed by a brief "shit."

"Vincent I need you to tell me what happened right now!" Quest stressed, already alerting Wade with his other phone.

"God... It's- oh, God, Quest, it's Je- it's Jesus..."

There was a loud, angry and helpless "fuck!" on Vincent's side of the phone. As Quest sat in his car, he put his head in his hand with distress. He hoped what he thought was happening wasn't really happening.

"Alpha's got Jesus..." Vincent finished in a painful effort to shove a sob down his throat.

A rock hitting the water. That's how Quest's body felt like. He was free falling and his destination was clear: the bottom of the sea. His nostrils filled up with water, and his mouth, and his lungs. He tried swimming up to the surface but gravity kept dragging him deeper and his chest compressed hard against his organs. When he hit the ocean ground, and lay there and observed the few sun beams piercing through the first layer of the clear substance that was slowly drowning him. Failure. Salty failure.

He hung up without adding a word, threw his phone on the passenger seat and hit his hands on the steering wheel violently, screaming vociferously.

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" Quest yelled as he struck the dashboard repeatedly. "FUCK!!"

He rested his head in his hand, trying to gather his thoughts and collect himself. His phone beeped on the passenger seat and he read Wade's message. "On my way."

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Dan hadn't been this nervous to take the plane before. He knew his acting skills would fool Phil and everyone else by translating calm and innocence, but with the bruises on his face, he had to make himself discreet.