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The door to the basement opened once again.
A loud crack that drew the head turn of the fake psychic who's face wound was numbed by the pain medication left behind. His eyes glued on the side set of stairs turning away from the living area experiencing anxiety bouncing around in his mind toppling down every single piece of calm that had reconstituted after the sudden attack. His adam's apple lifted in response watching the shadow appear against the orange wall and the long thick pant legs as a long and slow applause began. Hollow and empty that was cruel and mean.
Shawn approached out of his curiosity leaving the riceroni behind being steamed as hurt gripped his heart and pain and fear.
"Suurpprrriseee, everyone is alive here!" Wolf stretched his arms out sporting a grin lifting his arms up with a slight flail.
Wolf came to a halt with two of his men behind him keeping their gazed locked on the man.
His green eyes locked in the pain and distress that the fake psychic was on even the tears at the edge of his eyes that were still raw and his heart still sore from the disaster that took apart his world, sending them all falling and screaming into the black, and separated them all. He looked less vulnerable than he had been three years ago. Screaming and wailing on the floor of the basement down the stairs. Smacking his fist on the floor sinking his head down at his lowest point yet then looking up and facing him wearing suffering and vengeance. Red shot eyes. Tear stained cheeks. Red hot vengeance.
Then slamming the door on him as he started to charge up the stairs with his men in flanking his side.
He loved hearing the grief that was enormous from the fake psychic. He ended up screaming and crying on the basement floor. Nevermind how his men argued and forgot about what he did first. Made hanging out around the outback house a little more entertaining and delightful over the coming months until the screaming stopped and the tears became smaller and smaller until he couldn't hear them as often starting on the first anniversary. His men complained about him ruining gambling and poker and every game in general including the mystery games. Making life miserable for those around him. Pushing them away as the pain was intense from losing.
Now .. though.. his face ..his face face looked rough and marked by time from the long and lengthy process living with the guilt and the pain. Three years that seemed to harshly age him in a self imposed isolation. He was in a dark blue buttoned up plaid complimenting the color of his pants in contrast to the hoody that the fake psychic was often in. The scars on the side of his face well off to healing now simply zipped up and waiting to fade away.
"How."
Ticked off lowering his head with a slight sob pressing his fist against his lips closing his eyes.
"How..."
Swallowing once more before finishing the question then then back up facing him with a sniffle approaching the man and lowered his fist now looking up at him.
"How did you bring them all back, you sick monster?"
Finding strength to speak between his tears and heartache.
"The city's finest fake psychic didn't think the man who can take him down so easily had cards up his sleeve." Wolf was laughing at the anger and sadness in the eyes of the fake psychic..
Shawn stepped forward wearing a death glare that could just about killing staring him down in intent.
"There has been fine plans in store for them." Wolf finally admitted in his entertaining mood as he walked up the stairs as the men stepped aside. "Having plans in case they ever came to this house."
His green eyes looked aside reflecting over the disturbing reveal showing them something incredible then taking it away from both of them. Reunions of hand clasping the side of the fake psychic's face then sinking down after several pops. Finding a reason to smile in all that pain and ruining his day. Something that was appealing. He could do that but he was not interested in the slightest in setting it up since he really wasn't up for the pure devastation with trembling bloody hands and standing there starting to sob and scream gazing down at the slumped figure. Sniffling.
"I can't tell you how often I have had the temptation of inviting your very dear detective over.."
Shawn's eyes were blinded by tears as the man became a standing blurry figure.
"And the other one, so close to your heart," watching Shawn shake his head, it was was delicious. "Who let you into his heart, taking out the key then unlocked and opened his cage.."
How did he know.
"letting in your circus and your little burning torch in the dark into a cage with only a dangling small spotlight."
Stupid and specific series of words.
"he was demoted because of you."
Tears were freely falling fast down his cheeks.
"You and your partner making police work so lousy."
Taking a couple steps up that followed his lead. Shawn didn't get it all this was plausible where they weren't memories anymore bit alive and breathing and existing without him. He was pretty sure he was dead and then he wasn't dead and it was all so confusing and he hadn't been buried. But they had buried him in their minds in various ways and it still hurt them hearing him and confusing him all the same.
"Another chief has a different view of your influence on the detective."
Hitting right where it hurt the most as his mouth fell open watching him take another step up.
"Wouldn't it be perfect to slay him at the bottom of his career. Facing the party responsible for his downfall."
Shawn looked at him in murderous and burning upset emotion.
"Being shooed out a cruel way and forced to leave not as someone distinguished. Never mind inviting him over! It's humiliating and satisfying this way!"
The city loved him. More than Lassiter loved him. He was their pride and joy. No demotion would get in the way of that.
"Retiring early... Such a shame."
Hitting right where it hurt the most as his mouth fell
"Ruining his career." Clicking his tongue facing back and firth momentarily closing his eyes.
It was enough to make him turn away wiping of his tears thinking of all the things that had been said prior to all this. He grabbed the handle with a glove becoming nice and silent.
"You do realize you are going to ruin that chicken: it's been on the oven for too long." Some genuine criticism drawing a laugh out of the psychic hearing him approach. Getting close and closer.
Enough to elicit a roar that was so unexpected and off kilter being so left field scaring the men at once and taking out a steaming pot so easy with the iron ball attached to his ankle. Flinging the contents of the pan at the man beside Wolf and throwing it aside over the man's pained scream as the other one just shrieked and stares in horror. Steam rising into the air over screams.
Shawn's hands clawed into Wolf's face drawing some blood. His untrimmed fingernails sliding down leaving bleeding cathartic wounds that were deep and shut him up.
"I SAVED HIM!" Correcting the record through venomous rage
He was taken back leaving behind gashes in the face of the older man.
Shawn's back rested against the wall then swallowed and sat down looking at his bloodied hand and laughed and giggled then laughed again.
"Treat th... tha... that." Shawn muttered.