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Wash Away My Sins	By : horrorgal Category: +A through F > Amnesia: The Dark Descent Views: 2697 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 21

Daniel took a tentative step after Alexander turned, and walked out of the room into the hallway, slightly bewildered that he agreed to his terms. He followed cautiously, still unsure of where they were being held. Alexander had said, home, but Daniel was only left confused and frustrated. This was no home of his or John's. It reminded him far too much of the Brennenburg dungeons, but this was not some old decrepit place. It looked new, albeit harsh in it's construction. A few torches adorned the walls to light the way. Darkness wasn't so much a problem anymore, but it made this situation no less unpleasant. Alexander did not speak as he led him along, his cold silence making what was already dire feel much worse. He limped along behind him, keeping his eyes on his back.
They turned left when they reached the end of the passage, and as they did, he looked down the right side, his curiosity getting the better of him. He was met with a familiar, grisly sight roaming the passage. He let out a undignified yell, and stumbled against Alexander, who turned to steady him as if expecting his reaction. The creature's footfalls made disgusting fleshy sounds as it stalked along, aimlessly patrolling. Gatherer's they were called, but in his fits of insanity while being pursued by them in the depths of Brennenburg, he had always thought of them as grunts, or just monsters. There was really no other word for the horrible things that were nothing more than walking dead flesh. He trembled when it groaned, the unnaturally wide hanging mouth vibrating with the mournful sound. It was coming their way, and Daniel wanted nothing more than to run in the opposite direction. He pushed against Alexander to go, but he would not budge.
"Daniel, calm yourself."
"Stop telling me to calm myself! What is that thing doing here!"
"Don't be so cruel. Don't you recognize him?"
"What?" It stalked closer, the fire from the torch it passed showing even more of it's twisted face.
"Well, it's William. Your precious John's butler."
Daniel was stunned into silence, watching the thing pass them in a clumsy gait. He put a hand over his mouth when it turned it's head to look at him, it's eyes dead and alive at once. The smell of decay filled his nose, and he thought he might be ill. Then it was passing them, it's head forward again, as it went down the passage and turned to the right to continue it's patrol. He could hear the slap of it's feet on the stone, and it's mournful groan fade the further it went. He quickly became aware that Alexander was holding him much too intimately for his liking, and he shoved away from him, backing away to lean against the wall to collect his bearings.
"They're all here. Even Richard. I told you that you would see them again." Alexander was amused by his sickened reaction.
"Why did you do this? They were innocent people!"
"You've killed many innocent people, Daniel. Are you so quick to forget, yet again? Do not judge me," he warned.
Daniel turned away from his scathing look, loathing being reminded of his crimes. It was like he was back in Brennenburg for a second time. The guilt he had worked so hard to overcome, was creeping it's way back in. Alexander said no more, only watching him like one might observe a caged animal. He felt inadequate and small, as he had when he was a young boy being beaten by his father. Alexander took a step towards him. He did not flinch, or back away when he grabbed his wrist, too numb in his misery to object.
"Come along, John awaits." He said coldly, and pulled him along. It was the promise of seeing him that kept Daniel from hiding within his own mind all together. They did not come across another gatherer, but Daniel could hear their mindless moans along the maze of hallways. They came along a passage that looked to be a cell area, another unfortunate similarity to Brennenburg. Alexander pointed at one of the doors, the barred window allowing him a look inside.
"John!" He rushed to it, and was relieved to see John laying on the small bed. He was awake, but in obvious pain, as he held his broken arm against his stomach. He sat up as soon as he heard him and forced himself off the bed.
"Daniel, are you alright?" he asked, and moved quickly to the door.
"It's you I'm worried about." Daniel reached through the bars, and gently touched his face. There was a bruise on his cheek, along with small cuts that had long since crusted over with dried blood. "I'm so sorry about all of this." His eyes watered.
"You are not to blame." He smiled softly and kissed his palm. Alexander cleared his throat. He had been so silent that Daniel had hoped he had wandered off to give them privacy. He should have known better to think he'd be kind enough to do so. Hate instantly filled John's eyes, as he looked past Daniel to acknowledge his unwanted presence. "He's the one to blame, Daniel," he said.
"Do you think Daniel a saint?" Alexander challenged.
"Who is completely without sin?" he answered back.
Alexander merely smirked. "Move aside, Daniel."
"Why?"
"Do you want him healed or not? You did demand it of me."
"Yes," he answered, and looked at John through the bars before he stepped aside.
"Step back," he ordered John, as he approached with the key. "And do behave." John frowned slightly, but stepped back as ordered. Alexander turned the key and pushed the door inward. Daniel tired to push past Alexander, but was halted by a strong grip on his arm. "This isn't some reunion for the two of you, understand?"
"Yes, but.."
"Mind me, Daniel."
"He's not your property to order around," John said bitterly.
Alexander's smile was unpleasant as he let go of his arm, eyes like daggers at John. "I am here for Daniel's benefit. He wants you healed. I suggest you not spit on my kindness. As you must realize, I can make things far more painful for you."
"John, please," Daniel pleaded softly. He was relieved when he backed down, and sat on the bed.
"Very well," he agreed, it being the only sane option either of them had.
"Take your belt off, Daniel. He'll need something to bite down on when I align the broken bone," he ordered. "It will be best if you hold onto him as well. Him flailing about will only worsen matters."
Daniel gave John a hastened kiss before he eased the leather in his mouth to bite down on. He ignored Alexander's obvious dislike of the affection between them, as he moved behind his lover on the bed and took hold of him. He could do nothing else to prepare him for the pain. Alexander looked far too pleased as he stepped close. He wasn't gentle when he took his cradled arm in his hands. With the first pull, John bit down, his pained yell muffled, but no less horrible to hear. His breath came harsh through his nose, sweat beading his brow. Alexander forced his arm straight, and Daniel was sure he could hear the bones scrape into place under the agonized groans of his lover. He whispered, I'm sorry, over and over against his ear, holding John as tight against him as he possibly could. He wasn't even sure John was aware of his whispering chant.
The whole process took no more than a minute, but it felt like an eternity. Daniel watched the glow that somehow came forth from Alexander's hands. He could not recall the light before when Alexander had healed him. Had his strange ability to heal gotten stronger, or was it simply the severity of the wound that required more outer worldly energy? Daniel could not begin to comprehend it all. So much in his life had become unreal since finding the cursed orb. John's body went limp against him, the belt falling from his mouth. Daniel brushed hair off his sweaty brow, and looked into his tired, heavy eyes.
"I'm alright," John said.
"But you're not. You're stuck here because of me."
"What did I say, hm?" John touched his cheek. "You are not the reason for this madness," he muttered softly. His hand fell back against the mattress as he fell unconscious.
"Enough of that." Daniel felt himself being roughly dragged away from John.
"Wait!" Daniel tried to pull away, but Alexander's grip tightened on his arm in warning. He kept his eyes on John, as he was pulled through the door. Seeing him healed and breathing was the only comfort he had. It would have to be enough for now.
"You'd do well not to test my patience further, Daniel. I healed him as you asked. He has water, food and a bucket to piss in. More than I prefer to provide him with, but I can see my assumptions were correct."
"Assumption?" Daniel felt his fingers dig into his arm. He wasn't being escorted to the room he was in before, but elsewhere through the maze of passages.
"You would do anything to keep him alive, wouldn't you?"
"I.." He couldn't finish. Alexander's smug confidence appalled him. He knew the answer to his own question very well. It felt surreal as he was whisked along the passage, the sounds of the gatherers echoing against the stones like a mournful song. It was impossible to tell how many there were, and that in itself, frightened him greatly. "Where are we?" he asked again.
Alexander stopped near a barred door, and finally released his hold on his arm. "You have a good mind, Daniel. Take a guess," he invited.
He didn't want to be right. "We're at the farm, aren't we? We're under the foundation of the mansion. The space you wanted constructed, not John."
"Look at how clever you are," he responded with a smile.
"Not clever enough. You're alive, and I've let myself get pinned under your thumb once more."
"Don't be so shamefully bitter." Alexander pressed against him, his presence so overwhelming that he could not escape, backed against the stone wall. To his displeasure, his hands roamed freely over his body. He protested, even when he realized he was being healed. His pain eased, but his mind felt as if it were fracturing. Alexander pressed his lips to his.
Daniel turned his face away. "Don't." Denied, Alexander instead ran his lips over his neck and to the lobe of his ear, teeth biting just enough to sting. His wrists were captured, and pinned against the unrelenting stone. When Alexander's knee pressed upward between his legs to keep him in place, he felt truly helpless. The wetness of his tongue snaked back down the side of his neck, lips latching to suck on his skin. He felt increasing panic, breath hitching, as his leg began to rub up and down lewdly in an attempt to arouse his manhood. When he tried to kiss him again, Daniel bit his tormentor's bottom lip. The taste of blood touched his tongue, as Alexander growled low. Blessedly, he was released, but he still felt trapped under his sultry stare.
"I will enjoy seducing you," Alexander said, as the bite healed before his eyes. Daniel, with a trembling hand, hurriedly wiped blood from his lips, trying to rid himself of the foul copper taste. He feared retribution for resisting his advances, but Alexander appeared strangely delighted by it. "I have something to show you," he said, waving off what had just happened, as he raised the bar on the door. He removed a key from his pocket and finished the job, the click of the locked being disengaged sounding ominous to his ears. The door creaked open. He didn't want to see. "Look," he said firmly.
Daniel kept his eyes averted, until Alexander grabbed his chin and forced him to. The man was upright, only because his hands were bound by shackles, arms extended above his head. His clothes were covered in filth, his feet bare and bloody. For a moment, Daniel thought him dead, his body motionless as it hung there. Then, his head lifted slowly, the action an obvious effort. He groaned, half sobbed, as he saw them standing there in the doorway, that he would likely never step through to freedom. The worst of it all, was when Daniel saw his face and recognized the poor man. It was the odd, fidgety gentleman that had come to talk to John that day about the addition to the mansion.
"Mr. Abney?" he questioned.
"Please, let me go. I swear, I won't tell anyone about this," he pleaded, voice raspy and weak.
"Oh, God." Daniel wanted to set the man free, but something held him back, and it wasn't just Alexander. The baron stood silent, head tilted slightly, as he watched the pitiful sight, ignoring the sobbing pleas.
"Please!" He had summoned enough strength to yell this time, and Daniel gasped with the unexpected outburst. Alexander shut the door, his continued cries still attacking Daniel's senses. Alexander locked the door and pulled the bar back into place, doing it all as if he didn't hear the man's desperate sobs for release.
"Why is that man here?" he asked. He was being led away again.
"It was his own doing. He was becoming far too curious."
"But why would you keep him prisoner like this? Surely his simple curiosity wasn't a danger," Daniel insisted. They had approached yet another door, this one unlocked. Alexander opened it and ushered him inside, shutting the door behind them.
"Shall we let him go, and trust he will say nothing of his incarceration here? If you think so, I suggest you think it over very carefully, Daniel. Who do you think he saw when he was so violently taken prisoner?" Alexander folded his arms, smiling again.
"Oh God," he said for the second time since waking up here, knowing that he would get no help from God, or anyone. "You did it while you had possession of John, didn't you?"
"Very good." Alexander clapped his hands together, pleased with his vulgar game. "Now, do you want to go let him out? I have the key to his shackles as well." He took it out of his pocket and offered it to him. "I'm sure he won't go to the authorities, and tell them how Mr. John Wakefield attacked him and kept him prisoner." Daniel moved to the closest chair and sat heavy upon it. "No?" Alexander chuckled and slipped the key away in his jacket. "You've made the right choice, Daniel."
"You've made it clear I have no choices at all," Daniel said softly, shocked at how perfectly Alexander seemed to have planned this.
"Do not look so broken, Daniel. Relax."
Daniel, too occupied with the bizarre conversation, hadn't paid much attention to the room they had entered. It was slightly bigger than the last. A luxurious bed was against the wall, with flowing red curtains surrounding it. There was a wardrobe, and a desk, with plenty of light coming from the oil lamps. There was also another door on the other side of the room. He felt slightly ill when he absently imagined another helpless person was bound up in there, unjustly being kept against their will. The baron had done it before, why not again? His stomach lurched. He covered his mouth, eyes tightly closed, fighting the wave of nausea.
"Are you unwell, Daniel?"
"I'm fine," he lied, yet he managed to collect himself.
"Well, there is a bath ready for you. The coals are hot and the tub is filled if you would like to relax. I suggest you do. You've had a very eventful evening." He motioned to the door Daniel had noticed. "I will get you something to eat and drink." Alexander left him then.
None of it felt real. He stood and shuffled through to the small bathroom. There was indeed a steaming tub of water, and even as his nerves were on edge, it looked very inviting. A chamber pot sat in the corner. There were spare clothes hanging and a towel. He felt guilty knowing John was locked up in that cell, and here he was being offered a bath. Yet, part of him knew that it was best to do as he was told for now. He would still resist his advances, and it did seem to be the only real thing Alexander was going to let him do without retaliating somehow. It was pure luck that he had agreed to heal John, and he suspected any future demands about his lover would be ignored, or worse.
He stripped out of his dirty clothes and eased into the hot water. He scrubbed his hair, nervous of every noise he heard, half expecting one of the gatherers to come bursting through the door. He felt a chill, that even the heat of the water he was submerged in could not quell. He washed his skin, making quick work of it. He didn't want to linger too long in the tub, being nude and vulnerable. Alexander would likely take advantage of his current state of undress without hesitation, and fighting the man off in such a precarious situation was one he did not want to experience. He had already been accosted by him once before, as he had so cruelly taken over John's body.
He was dried, and just slipping on the shirt when he heard the room door open. He wanted to just disappear, wishing that he could somehow save John and run from this place. He knew that there was nowhere they could go that Alexander would not find them. A hollow wish. He sighed and stepped out to see he had indeed brought him wine and food. Fruit, cheese and bread. He wasn't hungry, but he looked at the wine with longing. Perhaps getting drunk was not wise, but it was very tempting.
Alexander sat and motioned for him to take the seat beside him. He did as he was bid, and sat, taking up the drink and swallowing down half of it. From the corner of his eye, he could see that Alexander was watching him closely. It made him uncomfortable, to be watched so thoroughly. He drank the rest of what was in his glass and reached for the bottle to pour more. His heart nearly stopped when Alexander seized his wrist to stop him.
"Eat something first. You need it to keep up your strength," he said, before he released his grip.
Daniel snatched his hand back from the bottle. It felt like he was a child again, under his father's hateful gaze. This was far different, but the similarity to his childhood was disconcerting. He couldn't keep showing fear. Daniel grabbed a piece of apple, his hand steady. He could still feel Alexander watching. He ate, looking straight ahead at the painting that hung by the table. He kept his eyes fixed on it, taking in the beauty. There was a mountain in the distance, and the sky was so open and bright, that is was mesmerizing. Not as far, was a white church, the steeple pointed towards the sky. The foreground showed trees and a bridge, with a carriage that crossed it. He imagined the people riding that carriage would have a better journey than he and John had. His vision wavered and he looked away from the painting.
"You must be tired," Alexander said, invading his thoughts. "Perhaps you'll have a better appetite in the morning."
"Why do you have to do this?" Daniel muttered. "Why do you have to use John against me?" Alexander did not answer. He felt so very tired, and didn't even fight when he was lifted into his arms to be carried to the bed. He was lain down gently and covered, but he was bothered no further than that, as Alexander went about the room to turn off all the lamps but one.
"Goodnight, Daniel." The door shut softly, and he heard the lock turn to keep him inside. He wearily thought it unnecessary. He had no intention of exploring the halls with those things out there, and he had no way of getting John out, or even where the exit to this underground pit was. He wasn't even sure he wanted to sleep, but it was as inescapable as this prison was. He was out in minutes, drawn deep into sleep like a drowning man being pulled into the depths of a cold, dark abyss.
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