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[roy doesn't think he's ever gotten this caught up in a bust before -- and this time, it's in the bad way. he-- slipped up, that's what happened; he let himself get snagged, and in the time between when he first went out to nail this fucker and the time he's released, he's never been so shaken.

the abilities this guy had were brutal, twisted, and with roy such a pain in his ass, he'd decided to punish the archer instead of just plain killing him (which he could have easily done with the position he had roy in), and it was obvious that the easiest way to do that would be to target what roy held dearest.

raleigh.

the worst part of it, though, was that the goal wasn't to take raleigh out and get his own hands dirty; no, he had roy to do that for him.

roy wasn't himself when he was finally cut loose, distraught and not all there, and along with the intoxicant that had been injected into his system, he'd just spent hours being shown images (false ones, of course) of raleigh.

raleigh being tortured.

raleigh being hurt.

raleigh being killed.

they were planted in his brain, and by the end of it, roy was convinced that raleigh was dead, at the hands of this man, and he was told exactly where to find him to hold him fucking responsible for what had been done.

roy rushes back to his apartment, adrenaline coursing through his veins, the need for revenge, to maim, to destroy pounding in his heart. he's going to do something about this (or at least, his conception of what this is), and it isn't going to be pretty.

he's not going to be able to recognize raleigh; as far as he knows, raleigh is dead, raleigh is gone, and someone's going to pay for it.

when he reaches the apartment, he doesn't bother trying to sneak in; he kicks down the door, because that's where this fucker is, this is where he'll find the man who killed raleigh -- he just knows it.]

[ Roy's gone on one of his 'missions' - he's been out most of the day and Raleigh isn't concerned, not really, because Roy's been gone way longer than this before and the absence just means that Raleigh can get everything set up and put into place.

They've been together a while now; after Pitfall they finally cemented what they meant to one another and decided to get the fuck out of Alaska and move to Hawaii, get a place where it's warm and sunny and fragrant. The water is still toxic but they're working on that, too - Raleigh's involved with the relief efforts, helping to clean up the ocean and helping to set things right now that the kaiju are finally gone.

Raleigh's happy -- happier than he's been in quite a while and he eventually starts thinking about long term and that's when he starts hunting rings.

He finds the perfect one; titanium band, sapphires. Not traditional, but Raleigh liked it, liked the weight in his hand.

When the door slams open that night Raleigh's waiting in the kitchen - dinner is ready, the box tucked into his pocket, a smile on his face. ]

In here, babe--!

[roy hasn't a single clue about what raleigh's been planning, and tonight, it's not going to matter.

because roy's going to fucking kill him.]

...

[roy immediately turns towards the sound of raleigh's voice, advancing into the kitchen, his breathing rough and ragged because when he sees raleigh's face-- he's not looking at raleigh.

he's looking at the bastard who killed his boyfriend, and that's all he can see..]

Did you think you could get away with it?

[his voice is low, deadly, and his bow is in his hand, an arrow notched on the string in a heartbeat and pointed right at raleigh.]

Edited 2014-04-11 02:15 (UTC)

[ Raleigh's smile fades when Roy rounds that corner; the look on his boyfriends face is nothing short of terrifying, and Raleigh immediately takes a step back out of instinct. ]

...what?

[ whatever Roy happens to be talking about had Raleigh completely confused, and staring in open mouth bewilderment.

What?

The arrow though, holy shit. Raleigh holds his hands up and gives an uneasy laugh.

Wow, okay so you're not in the mood for fish, got it. We can order takeout?

[roy doesn't get why the fuck this asshole thinks he can joke around with him; the guy is responsible for killing the man roy loved, and he's talking about fish?

roy's eyes narrow, and he pulls the drawstring taught, then lets the arrow fly.

it zips right past raleigh's head, close enough to graze his cheek -- it's a warning shot, but the next ones won't be.]

You think this is a fucking game? Is that it?!

[roy's voice raises as he draws another arrow, has it armed and ready to fire in a flash of motion.]

[ Raleigh is well aware of Roy's impeccable aim. He's been on the wrong side of that arrow before, and he hoped that he never would be again.

Apparently he was wrong.

Roy moves too fast for Raleigh to be able to do anything about it, and the arrow grazes his cheek and thumps into the wall behind him. ]

What that fuck--! Roy, what the hell--

Did you think I couldn't find you? You weren't even fucking smart enough to leave the scene, you piece of shit.

[roy lines his next shot, aimed for the guy's shoulder, intending to pin him to the wall next, because he's not going to kill him quickly.

he doesn't get that privilege.]

Where'd you put his body, huh? Where is it?

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[ Raleigh is completely caught off guard; usually, when he senses a fight, he's quick on his feet and is pretty good about incapacitating would be attackers.

He never expected a fight out of Roy - and even when they argued, it was nothing like this.

The arrow flies through the air, pierces skin and muscle and tendon and pins him to the wall, his shriek of pain escaping before he can stop it. ]

Roy--stop, fucking--

[ Goddamn it hurts so fucking bad-- ]

[that cry is fucking music to roy's ears, because this bastard deserves every second of pain for what he did to raleigh.

or, at least, for what roy thinks he did to raleigh.

he has no idea who he's really hurting, what's actually going on, and in reality, he'd rather shoot himself in the goddamn head than hurt raleigh like this.]

You didn't stop, did you?

[his voice is a snarl, and he loads another arrow, aiming for raleigh's leg this time.]

I saw all of it, you fucking bastard! You didn't give him a fucking second, you just--

[his voice cracks, anguish flashing across his face before it's replaced with rage again.]

And I asked you a goddamn question. Where did you put his body?

What are you talking--

[ It's his bad leg. It tears right through already damaged muscle and Raleigh cries out, his free hand reaching down to flutter around the arrow, but he doesn't have the strength mentally to yank it out.

It's like pain overloads every circuit in his brain and it briefly shorts out - his vision swims and he struggles to stay standing, breath coming in ragged, pained gasps. ]

I don't...I don't know what you're talking about-- whose body?

[the sound that escapes roy is strangled and enraged as angry tears burn in his eyes.]

You know who!

[he abandons his bow in favor of rushing forward, one hand clamping down on raleigh's throat (not squeezing tight enough to cut off his air, not yet), the other curling around the arrow in the other man's shoulder.]

Raleigh! Fucking Raleigh, the goddamn love of my life, who else would I be talking about, you fucker?! How many people do you kill for fun that you just forget whose body I want?!

[and then he gives the arrow a nasty twist.]

W-what--

[ He doesn't get a chance to think further, to puzzle out what the fuck Roy just said. It makes no fucking sense and he's working his jaw, face strained in pain, when Roy lunges forward.

The resulting scream of pain that Raleigh emits echoes off the walls and he nearly passes out again, blood pouring from his shoulder and soaking his shirt, dripping on the floor and he's groping at Roy with his good arm, gripping his shirt, face wet with tears stemming from pain. ]

Roy, babe -- please, I'm right here, God, please see me, please baby, please--

[ There's something wrong with Roy. There has to be. Something happened, someone got to him, and Raleigh's not sure he'll be able to stop him before it's too late. ]

[roy's breathing catches when raleigh speaks, because no, begging isn't going to change what has to happen.

he has to make him pay.]

Don't you dare call me that. Don't try to sound like him!

[he twists the arrow harder, his eyes narrowed as he stares at the face of the man who, in his mind, killed raleigh.

because it doesn't look like raleigh, not to roy, and everything is wrong, because raleigh's dead, and...and...]

I'm gonna make you hurt as much as you fucking hurt him.

[his words come in an angry hiss, and he reaches down, grabbing the arrow embedded in raleigh's thigh -- and then he yanks.

the head of the arrow is serrated, designed to do more harm going out than in, and it's intended to just fucking shred raleigh from the inside out.

but not raleigh.

the bastard who killed raleigh.

that's who roy is punishing.]

[ He screams when it's yanked out; he can feel everything tearing and shredding and God, he's not even sure if he'll be able to walk properly again after this.

If he makes it through, which he's...not confident in.

Honestly, he doesn't care. If whatever happened to Roy is permanent, if he's lost him, then he doesn't particularly want to live, anyway.

So instead of fighting back, Raleigh just goes limp against the wall, head bowed,tears coursing down his cheeks, breath coming in wrecked, anguished sobs. ]

Go on, then.

[roy listens to raleigh scream, and there's a part of him that just-- twinges. something isn't right here, but he can't tell what it is.]

"Go on"? Don't you even fucking care?

[he twists the arrow in raleigh's shoulder again.]

I'm gonna kill you, and you're not even fighting back? What kind of pathetic murderer are you?

[he presses the bloody, freed arrow against raleigh's throat, letting him feel the sharp, serrated edges against his skin to make his point.]

[ Pain rips through him again and no matter how hard he tries, he screams again, anguished and raw and his voice is hoarse now and it feels like he's swallowed razor blades when he speaks. ]

No. I don't. I-I don't know what happened to you, but I'm not gonna stop you, Roy.

[ He can't. He doesn't have the energy, he doesn't have the strength. He could never bring himself to fight back against Roy and potentially hurt him, not when there's so clearly something wrong. ]

'M not--not a murderer. I'm-- [ he sucks in a breath, gasping for air, voice wrecked and full of pain. ] I'm Raleigh.

[ He tips his head back, letting it thump against the wall. The press of the arrow against his throat is very, very real, but he doesn't fight. ]

Go ahead, babe. I'd rather die than live without you.

[something in roy just cracks, and the illusion finally shatters around him. something about hearing raleigh say that, about hearing his voice, realizing that raleigh was just giving in, willing to let roy fucking kill him, just finally got to roy through the haze of his confusion.

roy blinks, and when his eyes snap open again, it's finally raleigh's face that he's seeing.]

I--

[the arrow clatters to the floor, and roy feels sick to his stomach. he can see all of raleigh now, see everything that he did to him, and dear god, that was roy's handiwork.

he's been hurting raleigh, tearing him apart, and he'd had no idea.]

--Raleigh.

[his voice comes out weak, barely audible, and if he hadn't been aware of how badly raleigh needed medical attention, his legs probably would have given out then and there.]

Raleigh, oh my god, I can't-- I didn't--

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[ Raleigh can actually see when Roy comes back; the flicker in his eyes, the way his hand falters, the clatter of the arrow on the floor. ]

Hey, hey...

[ His good hand fists at Roy's shirt and clutches, bracing himself against the wall with his good leg. He's shaking and having a lot of trouble standing. His hands are bloody and when he cups Roy's jaw, he vaguely registers he's smearing his own blood over his skin. ]

It's okay, it's okay, baby...

Edited 2014-04-12 16:41 (UTC)

[roy manages a hoarse, half-hysterical laugh as he looks up at raleigh.]

This is the actual definition of not-okay, Raleigh. You can't brush this off, I-- god, look what I did, I'm so fucking sorry.

[his voice cracks on a sob as he presses a hand over the one on his face.]

W-we have to get you to a hospital, I can't fix this, I-- jesus christ, Raleigh...

I know you are, I know, baby--

[ He whines a little, pain ever present, blood still pouring from his shoulder and his leg. ]

I--it hurts, Roy--

[ Roy's right. Raleigh needs to go to the hospital, ASAP, before he loses anymore blood. He's fucking lucky Roy didn't hit an artery in his leg. ]

I know, babe, I--

[roy's voice cracks, and he swallows as he looks from raleigh to the arrow embedded in his boyfriend's shoulder and the wall.]

--hang on.

[he pulls away, coming back moments later with a handful of rags and cloth to press against raleigh's leg, but then his shoulder is a problem. he knows they should leave the arrow in, but he also doesn't know how easily they'll be getting it out of the wall.]

--Rals...I think we're going to have to pull you off the arrow.

[it won't do more damage coming out than it already has, and while he knows they should logically leave it there to keep the bleeding at least a little more controlled, he doesn't know how the fuck he's getting that out of the wall to take it with them to the hospital.]

[ . . .

Raleigh whines at Roy, reaches to shakily take a rag and press it against his leg and oh god the pain is nauseating and bile rises in his throat and he doesn't even know how he's fucking conscious anymore. ]

...W-what?

[ Pull him off? What--

Oh.

Oh God, no, please-- ]

Wh-what is it...with you and arrows, man...c'mon, Roy...

I know, I know...

[roy's expression is beyond apologetic, and he just shakes his head as he looks from raleigh's face to the arrow in his shoulder.]

I'm sorry, it's just-- it's stuck in the wall, Raleigh. I don't know how I'm gonna get it out without making the damage worse. We just...we have to get you to the hospital, and I can't if you're pinned against the wall.

[ He grinds his teeth together and lets his head rest briefly against the wall; fuck, it fucking hurts so bad, Godammit-- ]

Okay. Okay, yeah -- I see what you mean.

[ Just. Just do it before Raleigh passes out.

Or hell maybe wait until he passes out, maybe that'll make it easier. ]

[roy nods, and he shifts to get a good grip on raleigh, trying to keep the arrow stable in his shoulder -- or as stable as it can be -- as he gets ready to pull him back.]

I...okay. One, two...

[he pulls before he reaches three, and he tries to do it fast enough that raleigh won't have a chance to move around while the arrow's sliding all the way through his shoulder.]