NOTE: Hugs for support! Finally got to some of the 'comfort' of the hurt/comfort genera in this chapter...it does not come as naturally to me as the first part. ;)
Knowing what Peter was going to say Neal shook his head and pulled away from him slightly. Sitting on the wet concrete shower floor holding his hand protectively over his ruined shoulder Neal swallowed the bile that was burning the back of his throat as he started shivering. He had desperately asked for a break from Peter digging the glass out of his shoulder, but now that he had gotten a few minutes of reprieve he wasn't sure he had the mental strength to agree to letting him remove the rest. ( Collapse )
NOTE: Thank you all for your response, reader reaction is honestly the only guide I have as to how well a story is proceeding and has always shaped my stories and in every case has made them better.
For anyone who response Anonymously, I reply to you as well although I don't think you get notified you can go back and read my response if you so desire. :)
With his heart in his throat Neal gripped a hold of the bars that separated him from Peter to keep him from pacing and making a distraction out of himself. Standing out in the rectangular pit-like ring Peter was looking up at the crowd gathered beyond the railing above with an unreadable expression. He had according to protocol warned the spectators that he was FBI Agent and that just knowing he was here without taking action was a felony. Neal had not been surprised when Peter's statement had only been met with laughter. ( Collapse )
NOTE: I'm going to be the death of myself writing three stories at once. ;) I had planned on doing less 'plot' and general detail on this story and make it more of a short story, but I changed my mind. I hope you enjoy!
"It seems clear."
"Oddly enough that doesn't really put me at ease." Neal admitted.
Note: Well my luck has certainly changed since I started hassling the boys in this story. To start with my laptop died, and I mean proper died, won't even turn on, and it's less than a year old! ( Collapse )
Note: I was very honored by the reaction this story has gotten across the sites I've put it on so I've deiced to continue with it. Neal and Peter are not happy about that, they tell me that they do not need or want their mettle tested, but luckily for you readers they have no say in this. That being said I do want to assure you guys that there are certain lines I do not cross the main one being rape and anything closely associated with it. So while it will be a violent story at the same time it's a relatively 'safe' one...if that makes sense. Hugs to everyone who has supported this extreme set up so far and encouraged me to explore some dark waters in the name of good, clean fun. ;)
Also going to do some 'time-line jumping' in this story. I will try to keep the order of events clear, although a little disorientation is part of the ride.
"Trust me, Mr. Caffrey, you are going to want to bite down on that."
Title: The Labyrinth Rated: R (violence) Category: hurt/comfort, angst, horror survival. Description: Horror survival, hardcore hurt/comfort type story. Held captive by a self proclaimed 'Revenge Proxy' Neal and Peter fight to keep themselves and each other alive under usual and harsh circumstances in the New York underground. ( Collapse )
After Kanarek13 did a wonderful cover art for my short story Perfect Performance (Art here: Kanarek13 Art Original story here: Story) I felt inspired to write the long awaited sequel. Revenge is a dish best served over a nine course meal. Enjoy!
"Then I guess you're walking home."
"Fine by me, it's only about twelve miles back to Manhattan from here." Neal pointed out. "If I start now…"
"The subway wasn't that bad. You live in New York, you need to ride the subway now and then." ( Collapse )