Aftershock
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rec50Claim: Starsky & Hutch (TV) – general
Prompt: #46 reccer's choice
Title: Aftershock
Author: Kate (CMT)
Rating: R
Length: LONG
Brief summary: I like reading about how they dealt with what happened in this episode :)
Link: http://starskyhutch.kassidyrae.com/Aftershock.htm
Excerpt:
He could barely breathe, felt his lungs shudder, ready to cave in. The room was going black again and this time he knew there would be no returning. Deprived of air, this time he would choke and die. Killed by his best friend. Afterward, Papa Theodore would release Starsky from the spell just long enough for the impact of what he’d done to register. Long enough for him to wallow in black grief and misery, tortured by the memory of Hutch’s cruel death at his own hands. When Starsky had suffered enough, driven to the brink of madness by remorse, Papa Theodore would kill him - - slowly.
We can’t end like this. Hutch’s fingers wrapped around the rope cords binding him to the table. Starsky . . . Starsky, please, you’re hurting me! Oh, babe, please . . . I don’t want to die like this! I need you to stop! Please, Starsk, I . . . I can’t breathe . . .
His body convulsed, shuddering beneath the vicious pressure of slowly depleting air. A calloused palm slid beneath the hem of his pants and gripped his right ankle, locking him in place. He heard the Bokor chuckle as the voodoo priest’s strong fingers massaged his calf. You damn pig. You’re not gonna do this to us. Not to him!
“Starsky.” He rolled his head, unable to breathe, locking eyes with his friend. “Babe . . . please . . . me . . . and . . . thee . . .” Each word was agony, yet he saw something spark in Starsky’s eyes. Something vague, yet desperate. Something that longed to connect and believe, to break free of the heinous prison that held him trapped. Hutch’s consciousness was fading, barely there now. Even with the ungodly pressure on his ruined throat, the slow death of strangulation, he didn’t hold Starsky responsible. Buddy, I know it isn’t you. Nothing’s changed. Not with us, babe.
He forced the crushed tendons in his throat to move, to form the final three words he would ever say to his friend. Words that bubbled into his heart, replacing icy fear with living warmth. Words that muted the sting and horror of death with the assurance of a friendship nothing could shatter. There was only peace now, strengthened by a bond that stood in defiance of the voodoo priest’s black magic. “I . . . love you,” Hutch rasped.
Prompt: #46 reccer's choice
Title: Aftershock
Author: Kate (CMT)
Rating: R
Length: LONG
Brief summary: I like reading about how they dealt with what happened in this episode :)
Link: http://starskyhutch.kassidyrae.com/Aftershock.htm
Excerpt:
He could barely breathe, felt his lungs shudder, ready to cave in. The room was going black again and this time he knew there would be no returning. Deprived of air, this time he would choke and die. Killed by his best friend. Afterward, Papa Theodore would release Starsky from the spell just long enough for the impact of what he’d done to register. Long enough for him to wallow in black grief and misery, tortured by the memory of Hutch’s cruel death at his own hands. When Starsky had suffered enough, driven to the brink of madness by remorse, Papa Theodore would kill him - - slowly.
We can’t end like this. Hutch’s fingers wrapped around the rope cords binding him to the table. Starsky . . . Starsky, please, you’re hurting me! Oh, babe, please . . . I don’t want to die like this! I need you to stop! Please, Starsk, I . . . I can’t breathe . . .
His body convulsed, shuddering beneath the vicious pressure of slowly depleting air. A calloused palm slid beneath the hem of his pants and gripped his right ankle, locking him in place. He heard the Bokor chuckle as the voodoo priest’s strong fingers massaged his calf. You damn pig. You’re not gonna do this to us. Not to him!
“Starsky.” He rolled his head, unable to breathe, locking eyes with his friend. “Babe . . . please . . . me . . . and . . . thee . . .” Each word was agony, yet he saw something spark in Starsky’s eyes. Something vague, yet desperate. Something that longed to connect and believe, to break free of the heinous prison that held him trapped. Hutch’s consciousness was fading, barely there now. Even with the ungodly pressure on his ruined throat, the slow death of strangulation, he didn’t hold Starsky responsible. Buddy, I know it isn’t you. Nothing’s changed. Not with us, babe.
He forced the crushed tendons in his throat to move, to form the final three words he would ever say to his friend. Words that bubbled into his heart, replacing icy fear with living warmth. Words that muted the sting and horror of death with the assurance of a friendship nothing could shatter. There was only peace now, strengthened by a bond that stood in defiance of the voodoo priest’s black magic. “I . . . love you,” Hutch rasped.
