The slap was.. well, more of a punch. Alex had strode over to his partner in crime and smacked his fist straight into the other’s jaw, sending him - quite easily, thanks to his drunken state - into the wall behind him.
“You fucking idiot!’’ Alex roared. “Don’t think I didn’t know what you were fucking trying to do, you selfish bastard!’’
Jack had to gather himself, registering the pain and nursing his cheek with his hand, before standing up to his feet, a scowl present on his face.
“We’re supposed to be in this to-fucking-gether, you dick!’’
Once the lanky man was able to get himself back to his feet completely, he had to resist the urge to lunge at the other in order to tackle him to the ground, deeming himself as far too disoriented to even attempt to do so. There was a big chance that he would simply end up falling back down on his ass. “I...I. We are.” He attempted, for once not fighting the brunette and instead trying to reason with him as well as trying to get him to calm down.
“Then what the hell was that, Jack?” The elder returned, referring to what he had just walked in on. “I thought you would’ve learned your lesson after the first time around. She is not here for your own benefit or whenever you’re horny or desperate to get off.”
“Then what am I here for?!’’ The girl screamed from behind them, causing both men to whip their heads around and look at her.
“Shut the fuck up, bitch!’’ Jack growled, scowling at the girl and averting his eyes back to Alex, who was quick to return the look.
“I don’t understand why you decided to face your problem by going out and getting shit-faced.’’ Alex sighed deeply, rubbing his temple. “That’s not how you solve your issues, Jack.’’
Jack scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Issues, Alex? Fucking issues? I think I, hah, we have just a little more than “issues’’.’’
“Don’t start, not in front of the girl, for fuck’s sake, Jack.’’ Alex didn’t need this. He didn’t need a drunken Jack showing off again, because, when in this state, Jack was just a little more psycho than when he was sober. Jack was about to say something else when Alex cut him off, pulling him out of Jamie’s room and slamming the door behind them. He dragged the boy into their kitchen, Jack eventually wriggling out of his partner’s grasp and shoving Alex away from him.
“We can’t keep doing this, Alex!’’
“That’s just the drunken you speaking, Jack,” Alex sighed, reaching up into the cupboard to grab a red tin. “Just, here,” he said, pulling off the lid and taking out a labelless, white box. He emptied the contents into his hand, popping out a few small, circular and orange pills from the little silver packet, handing them to Jack with a glass of water. “Take them, they’ll make you feel better.”
Jack knew better than to trust the elder, especially since he was mad at him. He stared down at the pills in his hand, raising an eyebrow at the other. “What do these do?” He asked.
“They help you sober up, just take them.” Alex insisted, growing slightly impatient with the other.
“Fine.” Jack muttered, throwing the pills back before washing them down with the glass of water he was handed. It wasn’t until they were completely gone and he noticed the smirk on Alex’s face, that he had most likely been tricked.
It was a matter of seconds before Jack was reduced to an all-out mess. His eyes were blown wide with every sort of emotion one could feel, his facial features expressed the deepest amounts of confusion and fear.
“W-wh-woah,” He gasped, looking around the entire plains of the pair’s kitchen, before looking straight at Alex, stepping - wobbly - away from the other and bumping into the sink. “Shit, Alex!” He laughed, then hissed in pain and frustration. He couldn’t even see properly, hands searching for some kind of purchase to stop himself from toppling over.
Once the skunk-haired boy’s body made contact with the floor, Alex bent down and grabbed him by his hands - that is, after he checked to make sure that he was actually unconscious rather than just laying there as an effect of the drug. The fact that he had passed out, however, made the process of moving him from the kitchen back towards his room proved to be a difficult task, which is something he didn’t quite think through.
It all became even harder when it came to the point where Alex had to get Jack up into his bed. With all his might, he picked him up and slung him over his shoulder before quite literally throwing him onto the bed. He didn’t care how he was positioned, or rather if he was going to wake up with cramps in his neck or back due to how he was sprawled out oh so carelessly across the sheets. It was time for the younger to get a taste of his own medicine.
Alex retreated back to one of the rooms in the back of the house, where they kept all of their methods and instruments of torture when it came to the time when they were going to, well, kill someone. Inside there were several extra sets of handcuffs, only one missing because it was still being in use with their latest victim. After that, he nearly skipped back towards Jack‘s room, securing the handcuffs around one of his wrists as well as the bed frame in order to keep him chained up.
Alex tended to Jamie once after that, only checking on her to see if she was asleep, which Alex saw she was. Yet, of course, Jamie had only feigned her sleep, listening for the sound of her room door closing and sighing in relief whilst opening her eyes.
That night, Jamie cried. It was, in all honesty, the first time she’d actually taken time to think about the current situation she was faced with. Her captors, quite obviously, weren’t quite all right in the head. And, quite obviously, she wasn’t going to get out easily - most likely not at all - she’d figured that out by now. And, really, it just upset her more thinking about it.
There wasn’t anything she could really do. She didn’t know if they were ever going to come to their senses, though. And, even though she’d figured out both Jack and Alex were completely and utterly, borderline insane, she still had that strange belief in the back of her mind that somehow they were going to change their minds and decide to give her freedom.
But, of course, like everybody knows, kidnappers don’t work that way. They, of course, fear getting caught; facing up to what they’ve done; being punished and getting what they deserved.
In Alex’s mind, though, it was all completely different.. He, himself - he didn’t know if Jack thought the same, probably not, the stubborn dickhead - didn’t really have any concern for being caught. He knew what he was getting himself into when he and Jack first started doing all this shit. He’d kept himself topped up on all kinds of drugs and medication he could get his hands on, just so he could keep his mind from wandering into the deep depths of insanity.
He knew that once it was all over and he was finally caught out, once he’d finally had his fun, that he’d have deserved it all.
And maybe, just maybe, he was a little scared.
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IS THAT AN UPDATE???
I KNOW I'M TERRIBLE.
Hope you enjoy, Danni & Mariah c:
