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Refused To Walk Away

Summary:

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X Rook & the Seed brothers settle into bunker life. It's complicated~~Slow Burn

Notes:

Drawing of Jimson Weed

X Jimson Weed. Datura ceratocaula. Botanical Magazine, vol. 61 [ser. 2, vol. 8]: t. 3352 (1834)

X If the skin adversely affects reading on your computer/phone~ Just hit the 'hide creator's style' button at the top of the page.

X I decided to continue with this one shot as an ongoing story. The chapters may be brief, or they be longer, it's just my playground for this particular polyseed scenario~~

Chapter 1: Shoulda, Coulda, Woulda

Chapter Text

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Rook roused slowly. Her brain was a maze, she wasn’t even sure which way was up. It was as if she was tumbling under water, the victim of a terrible undertow. She stretched her hand forth as she attempted to open her eyes. The room was dark and the air surrounding her felt thick. Her fingertips managed to graze the wall. Her hand flattened to the surface and just as quickly spasmed recognising the texture of concrete. A feeling abhorrent to her. It always had been, and it symbolised something. Something she couldn’t stomach to remember. The wall was first cold and lifeless and then vigorously malicious as she felt the anger of a reverberation and a distant roar echoed through the room.

Not even fully aware of her body yet, panic consumed her, she leapt from the platform she was on. The Deputy landed awkwardly on the hard floor. Only then did she realise that one of her wrists was restrained. The pain suddenly sharp from her attempt to flee. Another rattling of the room struck, a deep tearing through the earth as if some ancient beast was clawing forth from the depths. The handcuff shook and grinded against her wrist. The room remained dark, although her eyes adjusted incrementally.

I’m just dreaming. A nightmare.

Another blast and it felt as though it was immediately above. Rook cowered and despite herself attempted to flee again, her wrist shredding within the restraint once more. Unable to move she lowered to the ground instinctively, her arm stretched taut and aching.

The door opened and light flooded in, too much light for her eyes to manage. Rook’s heart thundered in her chest and then she was recoiling from the door, throwing herself over the metal cot, seeking cover.

Deep and calm, a voice rang out, it knocked repetitively against the walls prior to her understanding the words spoken. “Rook, it’s okay. Sshh.”

The voice was familiar although she couldn’t place it. A light was switched on and her eyes burned. She could make out the large shape of someone within the doorway, slowly approaching.

“Rook? You okay?”

The Deputy shook her head and terror began to take hold as she began to doubt that she was dreaming. “Stay away from me.”

The figure stopped and at last her eyes were beginning to adjust. “Jacob?”

“Yes.”

The quality of his voice confused her. He sounded sorrowful, worried. “Where am I? Take this handcuff off of me–”

He remained still and she noted his posture seemed to stiffen. She could make out his expression finally. His brow was furrowed, his jaw set and he looked sombre as his eyes fell from her to the floor.

Then he called over his shoulder. “John, I’ll need your help, again. And bring the Bliss.”

“Let me go, Jacob, please–”

John entered the room and met her eyes. He looked at Jacob for a moment. “Did you really talk to her?” Jacob shook his head. “You can’t be sure, then.”

The Deputy watched as John approached her. She stood weakly, hunched over due to the pull of the cuff. “Please John, unhandcuff me.”

“Sit on the cot, Rook.”

“No! Fucking unhandcuff me. This is bullshit!” Her anger was merely her fear. Her confusion was pounding in her temples. Her free hand came to her forehead. “My head hurts–”

John approached slowly and then sat on the cot. “Just sit next to me, okay, Rook? Really, you’re okay. Sit next to me for a minute.”

He watched as she settled on the cot, her breathing rapid. He noted her wrist was bleeding again, she had worn through the bandage. Jacob remained rooted in place observing. John’s hand came up and touched her shoulder. She flinched and then her shoulder settled beneath the touch of his hand.

John’s voice was so soothing, so gentle. “Rook, you don’t have to be afraid, okay. I’m going to ask you a question, but you don’t have to be upset if you don’t know the answer. It’s just a question and that’s all. Can you tell me where you are?”

“I’m dreaming, I’m locked up. A nightmare–I don’t know. Just release me. Please.”

“You’re not dreaming, Rook. Can you tell me where you are?”

The Deputy's head bowed and she stared at the floor shaking her head, distraught. She didn’t notice Jacob approach and move behind her. She didn’t see his sorrowful expression, nor the dosed cloth in his hand. She began to shudder uncontrollably. “No John. No–I didn’t want to. I said I didn’t want to–”

John’s hand on her shoulder shifted to a firm hold as he secured her free arm behind her back. “It’s okay, you’re safe.”

Jacob wrapped one broad arm around her from behind holding her tight and then covered her mouth and nose with the Bliss-sodden cloth. As he did so she heard John’s voice, still calm and serene. The words seemed to hover like low clouds drifting in and out of her ears as she struggled. “That’s better, Rook. You’re starting to remember. Try not to worry. It’ll be okay. Everything is going to be okay.”

X

Rook slowly lifted her head, confused and unable to move her arms. Her eyes were unfocused as she concentrated on breathing. The surface of the table seemed to emerge before her like a mirage. There was a bowl of what looked like oatmeal sitting before her. Her head ached and her vision remained blurry. At last she swept the surface of the table and looking to her left her eyes fell upon Joseph. He sat unmoving, one elbow on the table and his eyes locked onto her own, unblinking. His hair was drawn tautly back and he had dark circles beneath his eyes. His expression was shark-like. Flat and emotionless.

“Are you ready to accept your fate?”

The Deputy heard the anger in his voice and again became aware that she could not move her arms. She began to struggle against her restraints as she felt her heart begin to race. Her head jolted to her right at the sound of John’s stern voice.

“You agreed not to do that, Joseph.”

Jacob’s hand, large and firm, settled on her shoulder and she jumped at the touch. She looked up at him and he would not meet her eyes. He looked through the opposite wall as he spoke. His voice was strangely flat. “Rook, it’s time to eat.”

Suddenly she felt she could not breathe, the thickness of the air pressing in on her. “I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe–”

She felt Jacob’s hand soften, he rubbed her shoulder softly. “You can breathe, Rook. And it’s okay to remember what happened, now. Okay? Because it’s all over now. Alright?”

Rook felt air move in and out of her lungs. The sounds of destruction continued to reverberate through the structure. Her eyes arched overhead as she trembled beneath Jacob’s touch. She could barely exhale the words. “Are we–Are we in a bunker?”

Joseph stood up suddenly, violently kicking his chair behind him. The sound ricocheted throughout the room, prior to him rounding to her. His steps were measured and slow. She watched him approach, afraid and confused. He knelt next to her chair, his eyes piercing her own. The glare of his blue eyes burned as his hand raised and then touched her cheek. The tenderness of his touch was transmuted to the passion of a curse. Rook felt tears spill from her eyes.

The words shook painfully from her lips. “I told you to leave me–”

“--I didn’t.”

Images began to vibrate through her skull. There was a pattern here. She had been at this table before–

She thought she was only thinking so until she heard herself murmur. “I’ve been here before.”

Joseph stood and continued to stare at her. She felt Jacob’s hand gently stroke her back. His voice above her was calm, soft. “Yes, that’s good.” He pulled her chair out slightly and then pulled up a chair for himself and sat facing her. Jacob retrieved the bowl of oatmeal and, having dipped the spoon, held it before her. “Here, eat, Rook.”

She looked from the spoon to his face. His expression was difficult to read. The Deputy recognised that she was starving. Her stomach burning and her mouth filling with saliva in anticipation. “I’m so hungry.”

Jacob nodded as he pressed the spoon gently to her lips. The smell exalted within her brain. Her eyes closed and she was unaware of the small whimper she emitted as she opened her mouth. The taste of oatmeal and honey, warm and divine eclipsed all else.

For a moment.

Rook’s heart began to thunder again. She was aware of a weight exhausting her, the cause of her headache, the reason she could not breathe. A burden that she had crafted over time, that had grown bloated and unmanageable. As she chewed and dared to savour, the taste of food became repellent as it triggered further memories. Her eyes flickered open and turning her head to the side she spat the oatmeal onto the floor.

Something so simple, how had she forgotten?

I didn’t want to live.

“Let me the fuck out of here!!”

Joseph leaned over Rook’s shoulder and she cringed as his words seared venomously past her ear. “We’ll keep force feeding you until you relent, Deputy. You will accept your fate. Both your gift and your damnation. After all. Surely you will remember this much–”

“You were the one who refused to walk away”.

X

Chapter 2: The Ruin Of Her Heart

Summary:

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X Jacob stills Rook against the agony of her nightmares, the persistence of her guilt~~

Notes:

X This chapter incorporates part of another one shot I wrote. I decided to continue with this one shot as an ongoing story. The chapters may be as brief as this, or they be longer, it's just my playground for this particular polyseed scenario~~

X If the skin interferes with your reading on computer/phone, jus' hit the 'Hide Creator's Style' button at the top of the screen~~

X Someone [WINK] kindly pointed out that this chapter is confusing, rewrote it, hope it makes more sense!

Chapter Text


X

Jacob laid next to Rook upon the bunk within the grave weight of the darkness. The outside world had ceased to thunder and shake. Jacob mused that while civilisation may have completely collapsed after ten days, the mayhem of destruction had persisted for nearly four times that. Raggedly, two months had passed within the confines of the bunker. And despite the quiet and the stillness, Rook still could not be left on her own. Joseph had caught her with a knife as she attempted to secret it in her sleeve. He had nearly broken her wrist as he wrenched it from her grasp~So great was his anger at the Deputy's persistence in attempting to find a 'way out'.

Joseph's fury as he admonished her echoed against the concrete walls. Jacob watched as John bowed his head. "The bunker door is locked, Rook! You will endure! There is no simple 'peace' awaiting you!"

Jacob could hear Rook's breathing begin to quicken, the first telltale sign that her nightmares were prowling, preparing to dissect deep~

~The sky was on fire and the air soot. The Earth shook and screamed. As Rook madly drove the truck towards Dutch’s bunker, she had a single thought shattering through the fortress of her mind~She would see them past the threshold of the shelter and then she would fall back into the embrace of the flames.

Her heart was scarred, the pain of her guilt slicked her vision. Rook could only perceive pestilence. If indeed something beautiful was awaiting in the future as Joseph prophesied, she would be unable to appreciate its sacred beauty.

And what if she spread the disease of her sin upon a new, clean world? No. She had always been meant for death. After all, she was death itself~

The pale horse had delivered her to this apocalypse, Hell had indeed followed her~

The trees on fire, fell from all sides as she continued to press the gas pedal further and further to the floor. Madly she steered, avoiding all manner of obstacles~~Deer on fire, crippled with pain crossing the road, only to ultimately crumble to their agonising deaths. She felt Jacob’s eyes~For a split second she looked to her side at him, his eyes pale and penetrative. His hand touched her knee~

‘We’ll make it~’

Her eyes flicked back to the road. He didn’t understand. All the love in the world couldn’t cleanse away her sin.

~No, no~Rook squeezed her eyes shut and looked again~

She checked the rear view mirror, there was no one there. No Joseph or John. And beside her, Jacob was gone~

~It’ll be okay. This time it’ll be alright. You won’t take the dirt road. You’ll drive into the next fiery collapsing tree, and you’ll be at peace. You can have your peace~

Jacob held her tight against him as she slept. He could feel her begin to tremble, his hand gently pressed to her chest. Her heart’s diseased rhythm was carving up the solace of her sleep once more. The muscles of her body were beginning to tense.

Pulling her hair back he whispered in her ear, “forgive yourself, Rook. Remember the forest? There will be a new forest. You and I will watch a new dawn rupture the treeline with a brilliant and sacred light. My love, you belong there with me. You have always belonged there with me. Sleep softly, yet.”

Rook stilled in her sleep, she relaxed once more against him. He stared into the dark room as he stroked her arm. Jacob feared her heart, so terribly scarred it was. The Deputy had torn it recklessly from her chest and had chosen the pestilent core of wrath to enshrine instead. Her wrath spent, she no longer recognised herself, nor the ruin of her heart.

Still, now she was eating, albeit weakly. Most nights she only needed Bliss to fall asleep, so long as he or John slept with her to pull her from her nightmares. Rook was healing, just so slowly. Jacob breathed deeply. Patience. There was time.

Years of time.

X


Chapter 3: To Feed & To Flower

Summary:

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X Bunker life~~Rook seeks release from her pain~~Joseph harbours many sins of his own~~~

Notes:

X If the skin adversely affects your reading pleasure on computer/phone, just hit the 'Hide Creator's Style' button at the top of your screen~~

X Thanks so much for the interest so far in this work. I hope you enjoy this chapter~

X Warning. Violence, blood, sexual overtones, near sexual activity~I will attempt to identify triggers as best I can

Chapter Text


X

Rook walked along the periphery of the concrete rooms of the bunker. Sometimes she would pace back and forth along a single wall. The Deputy was akin to a ghost. She was silent and confused as to why she remained. Her haunting peaceful, restrained. John watched her. His jaw ticked momentarily, he hesitated to intercede. After all, it was a form of exercise, and she was calm. He bowed his head.

No, not calm. Lost.

She began to trail the wall leading towards himself. Rook paused just short of him. Her hands came up and she pulled on her shirt, revealing the ‘WRATH’ scarred upon her chest. Then she laid her palm flat against John’s chest.

Rook whispered. “Carve through my wrath. Cross it out. Can you not release me, so?”

John met her eyes, large and feral. She was hunting. Uncertain as to the nature of her hunger. Her emptiness. Desperately longing to satisfy it, nonetheless.

He took her hand in his own and gently held it. “No knives, Rook~”

“~You can restrain me, Jacob could hold me down.” Her whisper rose, the first filaments of her aberrancy beginning to stalk.

He shook his head. John was firm. “No, Rook. The answer is no.”

The Deputy forcefully pulled her hand away from him. Her voice continued to raise as she spoke. “I don’t need you. I don’t need anyone to sleep with me. I don’t need anyone to talk to me, or to see if I eat. I don’t need anything. Are you listening to me? Can you hear me?!

Jacob and Joseph entered the room. They were practised. They approached her slowly from behind, just in case.

“I am listening, of course I’m listening. You’ve been walking all day. You’re tired. Rook, remember, you said you would take care of the fish. Have you checked on them today?”

The Deputy’s hand trembled at her side as she looked at the floor. Her voice dropped to a whisper again. “I can’t remember.” Her hand squeezed into a fist, flexing. “I guess, just in case, I’ll go check.”

John watched her turn. She passed Joseph and Jacob as she walked towards the common area. John followed her, he sat on the couch and watched her ritual. Rook stood before the glow of the tank watching the fish swim for several minutes. Eventually she reached for the portrait of Boomer. Holding the small picture in both hands, her fingers writhed over the edges of the frame as she savoured or regretted her secret thoughts. Reverently, she replaced the photo. Her attention returned to the fish. Gently her fingertip tested the tensile surface of the water.

“Are you hungry?” She murmured.

The fish began their dance, looping and nipping at the surface of the water. Rook carefully dispersed a pinch of fish food before securing the tank’s cover. Then she stood back and watched them feed~

X

Joseph sat on the couch watching the fish. Jacob had retired. John was sleeping with the Deputy tonight. He wondered how long the fish would live. Strange to worry so much about their demise. Yet he did. Joseph worried because of Rook. Of course, the hope was that she would get better. That she wouldn’t require such distractions in the future.

He tapped the pen in his hand against his thigh repetitively. Joseph’s gaze trailed from the fish to his own attempts at distraction. He pushed away his papers, his notes and prophecies that he had been writing.

That he had been attempting to write.

Earlier when the Deputy had begun to grow distressed, he longed for John to fail to calm her. His teeth had been set. He had wanted to feel her fight beneath him as he restrained her. Joseph had longed to feel the wild flexion of her muscles strain against his hold. His mouth watered, imagining the bruises he would leave.

Shirtless, he leaned back onto the couch, allowing his head to rest as he looked at the ceiling for a time. Joseph’s eyes closed and he imagined John holding the Deputy. No. He imagined himself holding her.

Here on the couch, next to the fish tank.

Yes, that’s how it would be.

X

~Joseph sat on the couch and watched as Rook fed the fish. They swam before her until she achieved her subtle peace. Then Joseph beckoned her and she laid down next to him. Peacefully she slept within his embrace~

He awakened her in the middle of the night. ‘Sit up for me.’ Obediently she did so and Joseph pulled off her shirt, before pushing her to gently lie supine. He straddled her and could feel her tremble with fear~

Also with anticipation~

‘I’ll give you what you want. What you need~’

He watched her nod~

The knife held firmly in his hand managed to shine. A magical reflection of light. Not just from the fish tank's glow. The light was God’s light. So pure and powerful that it managed to penetrate~

Yes, even here~

Joseph descended and kissed her. Lips soft, so soft, they trembled, too~

And she spoke as they kissed so tenderly~

‘Show me. Please, show me that I am not beyond salvation~’

Joseph raised, still straddling her. His free hand caressed her face, then gently descended along the line of her throat, over her breast, grazing the dusky rose of her nipple. Then his finger tips traced over the raised edges of her scar~WRATH~

The Deputy’s pupils grew large. Her irises rolled back as she closed her eyes. Her lips parted and her low back arched instinctively to meet him. His cock already firm, became painfully taut within his jeans~

‘Now, Rook~’

He drew the blade across the scar, deep, deep~Deep enough to truly excise the horror of her sin~

That’s what she wanted~

He would not deny her~

Crimson ran, filling the hollow between her breasts, falling away and saturating the couch. The sound of the Deputy’s ecstasy filled the silence. She was crying out for him, for his touch, for his salvation~An altar lit by the green glow of the fish lamp~~~

X

Joseph’s eyes slowly opened and~God help him~He cherished his thoughts and his emotions.

And he glorified the flowering of his fantasies~

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