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This is actually my third attempt at writing an original fiction, but I never got around to posting the first two. I've been having trouble with this one because people aren't interested in giving me any feedback, and I would appreciate it if people took a minute or two to let me know what they think.
Title: Hellbent
Disclaimer: This will eventually contain m/m, so if that stuff bothers you, I suggest you do not read further (of course, I will not post inappropriate content). :3
James sat on the couch in the tiny office, eyes glued to the book in his hands. He licked one finger to turn to the next page and jumped in his seat at the sound of a thump coming from the other room. It was loud enough to grab his attention, and he set the book on the small stand next to the couch, frowning at the ominous silence that fell over the townhouse. For a few moments, James sat and listened yet heard nothing in accompaniment to the strange thud.
“Val?” he called out, knowing his wife could easily hear him if he spoke to loudly enough. When she didn’t, he felt a sharp pang course through his chest, into his stomach.
“Valerie, are you alright?”
Again, there was no answer, and it made him even more worried; the silence rung loudly in his ears, tauntingly almost. An hour earlier, they had crossed in the washroom, giving each other a quick peck as they went their separate ways. Now there were other concerns on his mind. She was 3 months pregnant and fresh from a checkup with the doctor. Unfortunately, they had been warned of a potentially dangerous complication and Valerie had been instructed to take things easy for the next month. James couldn’t be too sure everything would be perfectly fine, and his thoughts raced to the worse case scenario.
Off of the couch, James moved through the small makeshift office lined with file cabinets and bookshelves, down the hallway and into their bedroom only to find Valerie sprawled out onto the floor. His heart jumped into his throat, dropped back into the pit of his stomach and James didn’t bother to hold back his cry.
“Oh no…”
He fell down next to her on his knees against the hardwood floor, eyes darting over her body to check for any signs of injury. There was a wound on her forehead, but nothing consistent with a complication in the pregnancy. Right away, it seemed odd to James that the blood streaming down the side of her face had anything to do with what he assumed had happened.
Valerie seemed to be disoriented by the injury; unable to fully focus on his gaze, but as she glanced over his shoulder, James quickly realized there was someone standing behind him. There was no mistaking the familiar sound of a hammer being cocked back, but his weapon was too far to reach.
“Don’t turn around,” the male voice told him.
He thought he recognized it for a moment, though found it hard to focus on anything other than Valerie’s condition.
“My wife,” James began, cautiously raising his hands to feign surrender. “What did you do to her?”
“Shut up.”
He wasn't going to argue with the man pointing a gun to his head. “Okay…”
A loud pop reverberated off of the walls and James shut his eyes tight. He knew what it felt like to be shot; being a police officer put him in danger of the possibility every day, but no bullet had entered or even grazed him. James nearly sighed out of relief at the realization, until his mind quickly focused back to Valerie. He glanced down at where she was lying in front of him on the floor, expecting their eyes to meet and when they didn’t, when he was looking at a second wound on her forehead instead, James choked on the bile that rose in the back of his throat.
“Jackie sends his regards,” the man said. There was not a second shot; instead, a painful, quick blow to the back of his head and James fell forward, blacking out.
Title: Hellbent
Disclaimer: This will eventually contain m/m, so if that stuff bothers you, I suggest you do not read further (of course, I will not post inappropriate content). :3
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Prologue
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- Eight Months Prior -
Prologue
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- Eight Months Prior -
James sat on the couch in the tiny office, eyes glued to the book in his hands. He licked one finger to turn to the next page and jumped in his seat at the sound of a thump coming from the other room. It was loud enough to grab his attention, and he set the book on the small stand next to the couch, frowning at the ominous silence that fell over the townhouse. For a few moments, James sat and listened yet heard nothing in accompaniment to the strange thud.
“Val?” he called out, knowing his wife could easily hear him if he spoke to loudly enough. When she didn’t, he felt a sharp pang course through his chest, into his stomach.
“Valerie, are you alright?”
Again, there was no answer, and it made him even more worried; the silence rung loudly in his ears, tauntingly almost. An hour earlier, they had crossed in the washroom, giving each other a quick peck as they went their separate ways. Now there were other concerns on his mind. She was 3 months pregnant and fresh from a checkup with the doctor. Unfortunately, they had been warned of a potentially dangerous complication and Valerie had been instructed to take things easy for the next month. James couldn’t be too sure everything would be perfectly fine, and his thoughts raced to the worse case scenario.
Off of the couch, James moved through the small makeshift office lined with file cabinets and bookshelves, down the hallway and into their bedroom only to find Valerie sprawled out onto the floor. His heart jumped into his throat, dropped back into the pit of his stomach and James didn’t bother to hold back his cry.
“Oh no…”
He fell down next to her on his knees against the hardwood floor, eyes darting over her body to check for any signs of injury. There was a wound on her forehead, but nothing consistent with a complication in the pregnancy. Right away, it seemed odd to James that the blood streaming down the side of her face had anything to do with what he assumed had happened.
Valerie seemed to be disoriented by the injury; unable to fully focus on his gaze, but as she glanced over his shoulder, James quickly realized there was someone standing behind him. There was no mistaking the familiar sound of a hammer being cocked back, but his weapon was too far to reach.
“Don’t turn around,” the male voice told him.
He thought he recognized it for a moment, though found it hard to focus on anything other than Valerie’s condition.
“My wife,” James began, cautiously raising his hands to feign surrender. “What did you do to her?”
“Shut up.”
He wasn't going to argue with the man pointing a gun to his head. “Okay…”
A loud pop reverberated off of the walls and James shut his eyes tight. He knew what it felt like to be shot; being a police officer put him in danger of the possibility every day, but no bullet had entered or even grazed him. James nearly sighed out of relief at the realization, until his mind quickly focused back to Valerie. He glanced down at where she was lying in front of him on the floor, expecting their eyes to meet and when they didn’t, when he was looking at a second wound on her forehead instead, James choked on the bile that rose in the back of his throat.
“Jackie sends his regards,” the man said. There was not a second shot; instead, a painful, quick blow to the back of his head and James fell forward, blacking out.
To be continued...