Hearing Pippa speak his name in a thin voice, Rory wanted desperately to turn and clutch her like a floating log, the one safe thing in the tumult running riot through him. But the dams were breached now; he couldn't halt the deluge until it ran dry. Forcing his gag reflex back under his control, he went doggedly on.
"Tadhg insisted on reading what I got from Larch. God, I didn't want to inflict all that on him, but he was adamant. Said it was the only way we could find you in time, and he was right. He was right. We got you back." The rocking was more obvious now, and slight tremors radiated outward from his tension-locked stomach muscles.
"But that apartment, all those corpses ... he wasn't going to stop. The worst, the absolute worst part of having all those memories forced on me from his diseased perspective, was knowing from the inside how much he enjoyed it, how easy it was for him. And the law had him once, did he mention that? They had him and put him in an institution that he weaseled and charmed his way out of to go back into society and torture and murder over and over and over again. All those women. I saw them all, dozens of them, and dozens more to come if he had his way."
Twinned tracks of tears glinted, one on each cheek. He could feel them, warm as they spilled over, then rapidly cooling as they trickled down. "So yes, we killed him. Declared never again, this stops here and killed him." Specifically Tadhg did, but damned if Rory was going to scapegoat his younger brother. "And yes it was illegal, and maybe it was evil besides, but at least I know that no other woman will ever fall into his hands to die by slow torture. At least I know that much ..."
His head drooped forward onto his knees. Only his quaking shoulders gave any hint of his sobbing, at least until he sucked in a ragged, shaking breath.
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Date: 2009-08-26 08:56 am (UTC)"Tadhg insisted on reading what I got from Larch. God, I didn't want to inflict all that on him, but he was adamant. Said it was the only way we could find you in time, and he was right. He was right. We got you back." The rocking was more obvious now, and slight tremors radiated outward from his tension-locked stomach muscles.
"But that apartment, all those corpses ... he wasn't going to stop. The worst, the absolute worst part of having all those memories forced on me from his diseased perspective, was knowing from the inside how much he enjoyed it, how easy it was for him. And the law had him once, did he mention that? They had him and put him in an institution that he weaseled and charmed his way out of to go back into society and torture and murder over and over and over again. All those women. I saw them all, dozens of them, and dozens more to come if he had his way."
Twinned tracks of tears glinted, one on each cheek. He could feel them, warm as they spilled over, then rapidly cooling as they trickled down. "So yes, we killed him. Declared never again, this stops here and killed him." Specifically Tadhg did, but damned if Rory was going to scapegoat his younger brother. "And yes it was illegal, and maybe it was evil besides, but at least I know that no other woman will ever fall into his hands to die by slow torture. At least I know that much ..."
His head drooped forward onto his knees. Only his quaking shoulders gave any hint of his sobbing, at least until he sucked in a ragged, shaking breath.