Hellfire

Night six

Connor opens his eyes. 'Not again' he thinks to himself. 'It's been a while....' He thinks to himself with a shudder. He stays exact where he is, afraid to move and discover what torture lies in store for him tonight. He brings his knees in to his chest and sits on the rough rocky ground.

After what seems like eternity, connor hears footsteps. He flinches- it could be anyone, it could be-

"Con!" Comes the familiar voice.

Connor looks up ad finds himself staring into concerned Amber eyes. Why is he always teases by those amazing eyes.

"Con what are you doing here?" Kevin asks worriedly.

Connor opens his mouth to answer, but can't. Kevin wraps his arms around Connor's waist and pulls him closer. Connor sobs into Kevin's shirt.

"Kevin this is horrible...." He weeps.

"Shhh hey I know," Kevin whispers back, running comforting circles into Connor's back, causing the other man to lean into the touch. When Connor pulls away to look Kevin in the eyes he smiles. Kevin is just like he wants to remember. He kisses him.

Then, Connor's hand suddenly feels heavy. Taking his arms from behind Kevin, Connor is shocked to find himself holding a gun.

Kevin's eyes fill with tears but he remains smiling, he remains strong. With shaking hands, Kevin gently takes the hand in which Connor is holding the gun. He wordlessly points the gun to his own head, though keeping it in Connor's hand.

"Con..... I don't wanna be here anymore. Please let me escape..." He whimpers quietly.

"No." Connor whispers back. "You can't leave, you can't leave me." His voice cracks.

"Please Con," Kevin is begging now, wide and teary eyes reflecting the firelight. "I trust you to- to pull the trigger, I... I can't do it myself."

Connor can feel tears streaming down his face.

"Kevin I-" Connor feels his finger pull the trigger without him even being uncontrolled. Blood. Goes. Everywhere. The light has left Kevin's eyes and Connor can see his blood everywhere, staining his head, the floor, himself. It makes him feel sick.

"N-no...." Connor mumbles, broken. "KEVIN!" He sinks to his knees and Kevin falls with him. Connor just pulls the corpse closer and sobs, willing the life to return.

Connor's eyes shot open. That was horrific. His hands were shaking and his teeth were chattering. "It was just a...." He began quietly, feeling tears on his cheeks regardless. He closed his eyes and tried to get back to sleep and forget it, but every time tried, he just saw more and more forth horrific pictures of Kevin's death. Connor whimpered and buried his head in the pillow until he is inevitably knocked out again.

This time, Connor is standing in a dark space. He can't see anything. Suddenly a hand grabs his and pulls him to his knees. Suddenly there is a faint flicker and Connor looks down to see a candle. Looking up, he sees the dim candle light reflect off Kevin's face. He doesn't know why its wet, until he shifts and suddenly water is soaking his legs.

"Connor," Kevin is breathing harshly. "This cave..." His voice bounces off the walls.

"Kevin is that actually you...?" Connor asks quietly. "If its not, I don't want to talk to you." His voice becomes a whisper.

The water level is rising, pretty quickly. Connor sees one last glimpse of Kevin's face, as the candle is extinguished. He grabs Kevin's hand and holds it tight, then he gasps as the hand just turns to water and falls to join the rising liquid. For hell, this water is freezing. The water reaches his shoulder and Connor panics, trying to stand up but hitting his head on the low ceiling of the cave. He could have sworn that wasn't there before. Shuddering, he sits back down on the cold floor and hugs his knees to his chest as the cold water rises above his head.

Suddenly there are hands everywhere, touching him and pulling him in every direction. Connor screams, but his shriek is lost to the cold water everywhere as it fills his lungs. Everything hurts and in a split second before unconsciousness he feels every part of his body burn as he is ripped apart.

Connor woke up mid scream. He sees Kevin already awake and putting a comforting hand on his chest. "Hey, hey it was all just a dream," he said softly. That voice. Connor didn't know why he loved it so much but it was soothing in a way he didn't understand.

"All just a..." Connor started before falling asleep again. Kevin dabbed his forehead and made sure he got back to sleep soundly.

When he opens his eyes, Connor is standing inside a rocky cave. Fire charrs the underside of his feet. He holds a knife in his hand and there is a look of wildness in his eyes. He feels broken inside. Growling, he wipes blood of his face with his arm and stared down at the sight before him. inside his own mind he is screaming, but this side of him is locked away and instead replaced with a raged psychopath. This new, broken Connor is the man that wipes blood off his face, completely unphased by what he sees right here in front of him.

"C-Connor please..." Kevin whimpers, his voice cracks and he is barely heard. Kevin is barely alive, clinging to the edge of life by a thin thread. His nose is broken and bleeding and he has deep slashes across his chest, blood falling from the gashes into the crimson puddle on the floor.

"WHY WON'T YOU DIE?!" Connor screams, lashing out at Kevin again wildly, and kicking him in the shins.

"Connor this isn't you..." Kevin whispers before collapsing on his knees in front of Connor. "P-please..."

"Don't you get it?" Connor snarls. "He doesn't like you- I don't like you. I don't love you. And I've been lying, Kevin." Connor kneels down and grabs a fistful of Kevin's hair, pulling his face up to face his own. "How could I love you?" He whispers. This dark Connor, he savours the look of pain on Kevin face, proper pain. In comparison to this, physical pain was nothing.

Connor jerks his Kevin's to the side and the light leaves his eyes. That look of damaged emotional pain is immortalised on Kevin's face as he falls back into the red surrounding his body.

Inside his own head, Connor is screaming and yelling and trying to take back his own body and control is own actions. It's too late anyway. All he can do is watch and feel. He feels every slash and stab and blow. He feels the fatal crack of Kevin's spine and it makes him want to be sick. Paralysed inside his own body, he feels the blood reach his feet.

Its all too much. Connor finally manages to regain some control of himself, pushing this dark side out and far away, it isn't him, it will never be him, it can never be him. He can't look at this nightmare any more. There must be some way to end this. He looks down at the knife in his hands. This is the only way to escape this horrible, twisted dream.

Yelling, he stabs the blade into his own chest, watching as the blood soaks his shirt he crawls down next to Kevin's lifeless body.

"I'm s-sorry," He whispers, cradling Kevin's face, closing his eyes, feeling hot tears trail down his face. This death isn't fast enough, why won't it end already. "I'm sorry, it wasn't me, it wasn't me..." He repeats over and over again.

"I'm sor...." Finally blackness washes over him and he can be left at peace. He has finally escaped.

This time, Connor woke up silently, and oddly peaceful. Kevin had fallen backwards in his sleep and was lying sideways across Connor's chest. It was oddly comforting, so Connor didn't do anything about it. He traced the outline of Kevin's lips with his finger, looking at something he could never touch or kiss.

Kevin shouldn't have to keep doing this for him. Connor didn't know why he even did. He lay in bed and listened to the sound of the village rising along side the sun.