The Whorefic Series

Series: From Hell/ Wilde
Pairing: Fredrick Abberline/ Rentboy
Chapter Summary: A visit.
Warnings: Violence, gore, dark themes, angst, deathfic.
Disclaimer: Not mine, not making any money off them.


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Empty.

That was the first word that came to mind at the sight before me.

Beyond the metal bars was a still figure crouched up on the floor. His head rested on the wall behind him and he seemed distressingly oblivious to his surroundings. He was frail, this I could tell by the hollowed cheeks and deathly paleness of his once radiant skin. Gone were those soft lustrous curls I loved running my fingers through, to be replaced with dark heavy stubble. Gone, just like the sparkling brightness in those beautiful brown eyes and sweet smile.

A surge of mixed feelings washed over me as I stood there looking at him, taking in the bitter truth like a poisonous medicine.

“It’s amazing!” the doctor beside me beamed proudly. “One little procedure and this murderous lunatic is now as harmless as a fly!”

‘Murderous lunatic’… That bastard!

“Of course it’s for his own good too,” the doctor continued, “not only was he a threat to everyone around him, but he was also quite capable of harming himself. Just look at him now.”

And I did. I looked at the scars and bruises all over his body, and I looked at the tattered excuse for a garment that just barely covered his most intimate areas. “I’d like to go in,” I muttered through clenched teeth.

“Of course Inspector,” the doctor replied with a smile and unlocked the cell door. Luckily, he left so we could have some privacy.

“Hello Kevin,” I said softly as I stepped in, “do you remember me?”

No answer.

“I’m Frederick,” I offered, slowly coming to sit beside the former rentboy. The most visible scar was on his forehead from where they would have cracked open his skull for the lobotomy. He looked at me, but his gaze was void of any expression or emotion. The very sight broke my heart.

“It’s been almost two months since I last saw you…” I trailed off, watching him watch me, “have they been treating you well in here?”

He didn’t have to say anything to answer that question. The way he sat before me, broken, pathetic, bruised and scarred, said more than any words ever could. At that moment I was torn between sweltering rage for whoever did this to him, and pure sadness in seeing this once bright and dazzling creature reduced to a withered helpless form.

Wordlessly I reached a hand up and gently stroked his cheek. His skin was just as soft as I remembered.

In spite of everything, he was still the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

“The doctor said you’ve been doing very well,” I said as my fingers tenderly wandered his pale face, “and he said that he’d like to keep you under observation for just a few more days, then you’re free to leave if someone can look after you.”

He remained silent. No reaction whatsoever. Just the same blank stare he’d been giving me since I’d walked in.

“Would you like to come back home with me Kevin?”

He blinked a few times, his gaze firmly fixed upon me. Then he slowly leaned down and rested his head in my lap. A small smile tugged the corners of my mouth.

We sat there like that for a while, both of us silent and me gently caressing his face and ears. He changed his position a little so that his face was towards my stomach and his arms loosely encircled my waist.

After a while, Kevin began humming.

“That’s a lovely song,” I said softly, recognizing the melody as that of an old Irish folk song. “I never could sing; always wanted to learn though… Maybe you could teach me once you come home.”

Slowly Kevin shifted his position to look up at me and a set of slender fingers timidly came to rest upon my cheek.

“You used to do that a lot,” I whispered, intertwining the slight digits with my own and bringing them to my lips for a soft kiss. “Do you remember?”

Wordlessly Kevin drew his hand back & lifted his head off my lap. His gaze was firmly fixed upon me as he moved to sit upright, and for one precious moment, there was a spark of recognition in those beautiful brown eyes.

“Kevin…?”

Suddenly my heart sopped. Kevin opened his mouth to reveal a small but sharp metal object resting upon his tongue. “Where did you get that from?” I asked as a wave of panic lapped over me. But before I knew it, the boy closed his mouth & swallowed.

“No!” I cried out, struggling to pull apart Kevin’s lips & retrieve the blade. But it was no good. The boy’s mouth was sealed shut and he continued to painfully push the deadly piece of metal down his throat.

“Somebody help!” I called out helplessly, hoping that one of the doctors or guards were near by. My heart raced panic, and for the first time I wished that Kevin’s physical strength would have subsided enough to allow my fingers access through his sealed lips. “Please open you mouth,” I pleaded distraughtly as the boy’s face contorted in painful distress, but it was useless. “Somebody please come in here!” I cried out again.

After a few more moments of anxious struggling, Kevin’s body began to go flaccid in my arms. “No…” I whispered, frantically shoving my fingers into his mouth, hoping pitifully to recover the blade and undo the damage it had raked within him in those few short moments. But all I encountered was blood.

“Oh God Kevin, what have you done???”

Unwanted tears began to well up in my eyes, but I chose to ignore them, concentrating instead on digging out that Godforsaken piece of metal. But it was no good. By that point his limp body lay cradled in my arms as he watched me through dieing eyes. I felt my bloody fingers slide out of his mouth against my will, as if to convince me there was nothing more to be done.

A few tears escaped from my eyes and splashed against Kevin’s cheek. “You’d said once that you didn’t want to loose me,” I murmured, pressing my forehead against his, “now I’m the one loosing you…”

Cold weak blood-drenched lips brushed against mine in a whisper of a kiss. I pulled my head back a bit and saw yet another flash of recognition in those liquid brown eyes. But just as soon as it appeared it vanished, leaving me to gaze into a pair of stony orbs as the last few drops of life drained out of them.

“Inspector Abberline! We heard you calling, is everything alright?”

At that moment a calming numbness washed over me. I completely ignored the new presence and reached into my pocket to pull out two pennies.

“Oh my goodness!” came a horrified voice from behind me when I pulled down the dead eyelids and placed a coin over each.

There were some more voices and figures in the room and I silently got up to leave. I couldn’t make out what they were saying, but it didn’t matter anyway. A few might have called out my name, and a few others tried to stop me from leaving. Too bad for them I wasn’t feeling terribly co-operative.

Even when I walked out of the asylum there were people all around me flapping their lips, though I wasn’t sure if the words they excreted were meant for me. I was too numb to know anything.

Reality swished around me in waves of confusion, making it impossible for me to focus on anything. I didn’t know how far, for how long, or in which direction I’d been walking when I backed into a wall. It was made of stone, brownish-gray in color, and felt unpleasantly cool to the touch. The sky was dark, which meant I’d been loitering around for at least a few hours, and the moon was out shining in full-force.

Déjà vu…

I was in the alley next to the den, the same one where I’d first met him. “Angel of Debauchery…” I muttered with a small smile at the thought of his sinful sweetness. Somehow I knew I’d see him again. I didn’t know when, where, how, or even why, but I knew I would.

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: I don’t know if someone can actually die like that from swallowing a blade, but I saw it in a movie once so let’s just pretend it’s possible :p