JJ | Rafe - Oneshots

Sweet cold revenge | Angst

Luke was a trouble-maker, a drunk and an abusive father. You knew that the second you crossed eyes with him, visiting Barry for business. You quickly erased his pervy smirk in a second with a sharp comment, hearing the man murmuring profanities in your back once you walked in.

Right as he saw you, Barry stood up to greet you, quickly screaming at his pets to leave his propriety for now. As you sat down elegantly on the couch, making sure not to touch anything suspicious, you looked back outside, smirking as you saw the curiosity in Luke's eyes.

At first, you played with him. It was funny to tease the man and see his disappointment. To play with his feelings. He had nothing. He was nothing to you, just a fly being around when you visited Barry to check on your business. You held all the power, like you always did.

But the first occasion he had to hit you back, Luke did. The second Luke connected the dots about his son being yours, he knew exactly what to do to harm you deep. And it hurt you deeper than anything ever did.

The bruises slowly expending on his soft face, made your blood slowly boil. The monitor loudly beeping while the blond was laying down, unconscious, made your mind go wild. You had a hard time keeping it together. You only had one thought. You had to avenge him.

You wanted to destroy him, but more than that, you wanted him to suffer. For the pain to turn him insane. For him to beg, and beg. To get your power back.

You decided to let him win. Just for a few. To set up something, something that was about to tear him down. Something that would completely crush him.

You gave Luke access to more products, more drugs, in bigger amount, asking for him to not hurt his son ever again.

Seeing his smile, his pride made you drool in excitement. You new you always were a bit crazy, but that's the joy you felt seeing Luke excitement that made you realize how much of a crackpot you were.

You thrilled to visit the man, giving him a little bit more each times. Seeing his skin going paler, his body going skinnier and his eyes being more and more desperate.

Today it was. You walked in the messy household, avoiding beer bottles and used syringes. You sat in front of the man, who was curled up in his couch covered by an heavy blanket. It was not human anymore, more like a sick and wild animal.

As you had imagined, Luke doesn't and never had any type of self control. And after how long you waited, you took your sweet time to observe the damaged that you had caused before asking your men to escort Luke out. You must have looked feral. Your eyes shining in contentment with each shiver going through his body, with each struggling breath, with each of his pitiful begging.

'I want more. Just a little bit more.'

Each cell of your body restrained so much anger and hate every time you visited JJ's unconscious presence. So you releashed that pure hatred every tim when you watching Luke begging for help.

You had him locked in a cell and you took so much pleasure watching the man suffer from the sudden withdraw of any of substances you made him use in such high dose.

He was locked alone with only water and a meal a day. You came everyday, silently sitting and reading, exactly where he could see you. You regained all the power, making him crawl on the floor closer to the wall that was between you two. Hearing him beg and in pain, only allowing him what he wanted once in a while when you needed him to get addicted again, going bigger and bigger and stopping it as harshly as you considered Luke had hit your man.

It would last as long as you'll command it. At some point, the man had no soul anymore. He was already dead from the inside, only reacting to sounds and lights.

You decided to upgrade your level of fun. You started to teach it some tricks. Sit. Lay down. Roll. At some point, it didn't need to be locked down anymore as you didn't fear for him to try anything anymore. It only responded to what it needed, drugs.

One day, JJ's eyes opened up. You made sure for the best of the best to take care of his recovery. You welcomed his friends around, to help him slowly get back on his feet. But you forbade him around where you kept Luke. Or what was left of it.

Not that you had no hope with what happened to the blond boy, you were just to blind to think about the consequences of your action on JJ. Now, you had basically erased his father from earth. He might be physically present but that body was empty.

To your eyes, it was all worth it. Each seconds of him suffering made your sick mind delighted. You just knew it was more complex in his eyes than it was to you.

You had killed your dad the first time he tried to harm you. JJ had let this go for years, years before he even met you. You never loved your father, but the blond truly had some attachment to his father, that you couldn't even picture.

You just wanted him to see it through your eyes. You regained what was yours. Power.

But you knew what you did, he would never forgive.