badfic challenge by take_no_ko
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ds_flashfictionTitle: The Carver
Prompt: Someone or something is BRUTALLY MURDERING people in Chicago...and RayK has these dreams that make him think it's him! Can RayV and Fraser find out the truth before it's TOO LATE? Will RayK tell Fraser about those other dreams he's been having? Please R&R...it's my first story and I won't write ANY MORE unless you COMMENT!!!1!!! for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lordessrenegade
rating/warnings/etc: R for violence and mutilation (mainly to the reader's brain) as well as bad language and painful characterisation. But it's ok, it has a happy ending. Yey!
Words: 1061
Ray woke up in his large double bed, alone. The moonlight shone in from the open window, and it was cold. Ray always slept with the window open and the curtains open too because he liked to feel the moonlight on his bare skin. It didn’t matter that it was a high crime area of Chicago city because he was a cop.
He looked around. He’d had another of those bad dreams again. In them he always saw himself taking a large, sharp kitchen knife like the one in his kitchen and cutting off someone’s finger. After he cut off their finger he’d cut off another finger, and another, and another, while they just stood there screaming. Eventually he’d get bored and stab them, before carving his initials (SRK) in their chests, not at all like Zorro.
Ray started to cry - hot, salty, wet, salty, hot tears spilling down his strikingly handsome features and down his bare, smooth chest. He didn’t understand what these dreams were about, and he was very scared. He wished he could talk to Fraser, he wished Fraser would hold him and make it all better and that he could make Fraser feel good even though he had no experience with other guys, but with Fraser he wanted to have sex and make love because Fraser was really hot and he loved him, but Fraser wasn’t here, he was with the other Ray, who Ray hated. Ray only hated Ray because Ray was an asshole, he told himself, and Ray didn’t deserve Ben. Ben was Ray’s, not Ray’s. Oh my God, he thought, I hate him, I’m going to kill him.
*
Meanwhile, Dief was thumping his tale against the sidewalk and eating a large pack of chocolate covered marshmallows with extra frosting that you can buy from Costco. Someone had given them to him because they thought he was cute, but it made Fraser angry.
“Woof.”
“I am not jealous Dief, I don’t like you eating those.”
“Benniboi, leave him alone, will ya?” Said Fraser’s former partner and ex-fake-member-of-the-mafia, Ray Vecchio, using his special nickname for Fraser.
“Woof.”
“Dief keep out of this” Said Fraser. “I don’t like him eating those things Ray, I really don’t.”
Suddenly a message came through on Ray’s cell phone and it was from the station.
“Oh no” said Ray.
“What’s wrong?” Fraser asked.
“It’s another murder, the Carver again.”
“Oh no” said Fraser. The Carver was a really nasty criminal who was called the Carver because he murdered people after cutting off their fingers and putting the initials SKR in their chests.
“Woof.”
“Yes, Dief’s right, we should go.”
“OK Benniboi.” Said Ray, looking adoringly at Fraser over his hooked nose and ugly hairy chest.
*
Ray woke up again but he was very cold and it was in an alley. He was naked and shivering. Where’s Fraser, he thought, I want to see Fraser, to feel his lips on my skin, to make sweet love to him in the warm afternoon.
Suddenly he saw the murdered body of a pretty girl on the ground next to him. She was dead. Ray looked at her, reached out to roll her over. The fingers of both hands were missing, lying on the ground next to her like bleeding matchsticks.
Ray gasped when he saw her chest – she had the initials SKR carved in her chest, just like in his dream! Oh my God, he thought. He turned around and started to bitterly cry. Then he felt his stomach churn and he threw up next to the wall. He was crying again, please come and hold me Fraser, he thought.
Suddenly Fraser was around the corner and Ray felt very happy. Even Dief was there although he looked kinda sick, like he’d eaten something bad. Ray started to run at them, smiling. He’d forgotten he was naked. Then the other Ray turned the corner and looked at Ray.
“Oh no, it’s you.” Said Ray.
“Fuck you!” Said Ray.
“You keep away from him,” said Ray, pointing at Fraser. “He’s mine.”
“Ray, I’m not anyone’s…” said Fraser.
“Yes you are,” Said Ray. “And you’re not his, you’re mine!”
Suddenly Ray felt his hands handcuffed because Ray was behind him.
“Hahaha, why are you naked?” said Ray. His voice which was ugly like his face made Ray feel like crying.
“Fraser, please help me!” He said to Fraser.
“Ray, I…”
“Shut up Benniboi, you’re mine.” Said Ray.
*
Ray lay in the police cell. He was still naked because Ray hadn’t allowed him any clothes. He’s such a bastard, he thought. Eventually he fell asleep, and he had a dream. In the dream he and Fraser were walking down the aisle of a church and everyone Ray had ever known was there, laughing and cheering, and Ray felt very happy. He started to cry again, and then woke up.
Fraser was outside his cell, looking in at him.
“Fraser, help me, I didn’t do it, did I?”
“I wish I could say Ray, I wish I could say.” Said Fraser. The look of disappointment and pain in Fraser’s beautiful mocha-latte-chocolate eyes made Ray cry, so he turned away.
*
Later Fraser came back and opened Ray’s cell. Ray was asleep on the bed and he looked so cute naked. Fraser winced as he touched the black eye on his face. He and Ray had had an argument because Ray refused to believe that Ray was really innocent, and that it wasn’t really him.
“Ray,” said Fraser.
“Hey Fraser.” Sniffled Ray, waking up.
“It’s OK, you’re free to go.” Said Fraser, smiling.
“Woof.” Said Dief.
“Haha, very funny.” Ray laughed bitterly.
“No, I mean it Ray, you’re free, Lieutenant Welsh said so himself, I bought the forms to show you.”
“Oh my God Fraser this is so great!” said Ray, hugging Fraser. “So I didn’t do… it?” He thought of the murder and shivered.
“No Ray, I’m sorry to say it was your ex-wife Stella. She apparently wanted to ruin your career, but they’ve locked her up now.”
“Oh Fraser I’m so happy!” Said Ray, crying tears of joy. He was still hugging Fraser.
“Ray, I love you and I never want to let you go.” Said Fraser.
“Oh my God Fraser!” Said Ray, crying tears of joy. “I love you too!!”
The End
Prompt: Someone or something is BRUTALLY MURDERING people in Chicago...and RayK has these dreams that make him think it's him! Can RayV and Fraser find out the truth before it's TOO LATE? Will RayK tell Fraser about those other dreams he's been having? Please R&R...it's my first story and I won't write ANY MORE unless you COMMENT!!!1!!! for
lordessrenegaderating/warnings/etc: R for violence and mutilation (mainly to the reader's brain) as well as bad language and painful characterisation. But it's ok, it has a happy ending. Yey!
Words: 1061
Ray woke up in his large double bed, alone. The moonlight shone in from the open window, and it was cold. Ray always slept with the window open and the curtains open too because he liked to feel the moonlight on his bare skin. It didn’t matter that it was a high crime area of Chicago city because he was a cop.
He looked around. He’d had another of those bad dreams again. In them he always saw himself taking a large, sharp kitchen knife like the one in his kitchen and cutting off someone’s finger. After he cut off their finger he’d cut off another finger, and another, and another, while they just stood there screaming. Eventually he’d get bored and stab them, before carving his initials (SRK) in their chests, not at all like Zorro.
Ray started to cry - hot, salty, wet, salty, hot tears spilling down his strikingly handsome features and down his bare, smooth chest. He didn’t understand what these dreams were about, and he was very scared. He wished he could talk to Fraser, he wished Fraser would hold him and make it all better and that he could make Fraser feel good even though he had no experience with other guys, but with Fraser he wanted to have sex and make love because Fraser was really hot and he loved him, but Fraser wasn’t here, he was with the other Ray, who Ray hated. Ray only hated Ray because Ray was an asshole, he told himself, and Ray didn’t deserve Ben. Ben was Ray’s, not Ray’s. Oh my God, he thought, I hate him, I’m going to kill him.
*
Meanwhile, Dief was thumping his tale against the sidewalk and eating a large pack of chocolate covered marshmallows with extra frosting that you can buy from Costco. Someone had given them to him because they thought he was cute, but it made Fraser angry.
“Woof.”
“I am not jealous Dief, I don’t like you eating those.”
“Benniboi, leave him alone, will ya?” Said Fraser’s former partner and ex-fake-member-of-the-mafia, Ray Vecchio, using his special nickname for Fraser.
“Woof.”
“Dief keep out of this” Said Fraser. “I don’t like him eating those things Ray, I really don’t.”
Suddenly a message came through on Ray’s cell phone and it was from the station.
“Oh no” said Ray.
“What’s wrong?” Fraser asked.
“It’s another murder, the Carver again.”
“Oh no” said Fraser. The Carver was a really nasty criminal who was called the Carver because he murdered people after cutting off their fingers and putting the initials SKR in their chests.
“Woof.”
“Yes, Dief’s right, we should go.”
“OK Benniboi.” Said Ray, looking adoringly at Fraser over his hooked nose and ugly hairy chest.
*
Ray woke up again but he was very cold and it was in an alley. He was naked and shivering. Where’s Fraser, he thought, I want to see Fraser, to feel his lips on my skin, to make sweet love to him in the warm afternoon.
Suddenly he saw the murdered body of a pretty girl on the ground next to him. She was dead. Ray looked at her, reached out to roll her over. The fingers of both hands were missing, lying on the ground next to her like bleeding matchsticks.
Ray gasped when he saw her chest – she had the initials SKR carved in her chest, just like in his dream! Oh my God, he thought. He turned around and started to bitterly cry. Then he felt his stomach churn and he threw up next to the wall. He was crying again, please come and hold me Fraser, he thought.
Suddenly Fraser was around the corner and Ray felt very happy. Even Dief was there although he looked kinda sick, like he’d eaten something bad. Ray started to run at them, smiling. He’d forgotten he was naked. Then the other Ray turned the corner and looked at Ray.
“Oh no, it’s you.” Said Ray.
“Fuck you!” Said Ray.
“You keep away from him,” said Ray, pointing at Fraser. “He’s mine.”
“Ray, I’m not anyone’s…” said Fraser.
“Yes you are,” Said Ray. “And you’re not his, you’re mine!”
Suddenly Ray felt his hands handcuffed because Ray was behind him.
“Hahaha, why are you naked?” said Ray. His voice which was ugly like his face made Ray feel like crying.
“Fraser, please help me!” He said to Fraser.
“Ray, I…”
“Shut up Benniboi, you’re mine.” Said Ray.
*
Ray lay in the police cell. He was still naked because Ray hadn’t allowed him any clothes. He’s such a bastard, he thought. Eventually he fell asleep, and he had a dream. In the dream he and Fraser were walking down the aisle of a church and everyone Ray had ever known was there, laughing and cheering, and Ray felt very happy. He started to cry again, and then woke up.
Fraser was outside his cell, looking in at him.
“Fraser, help me, I didn’t do it, did I?”
“I wish I could say Ray, I wish I could say.” Said Fraser. The look of disappointment and pain in Fraser’s beautiful mocha-latte-chocolate eyes made Ray cry, so he turned away.
*
Later Fraser came back and opened Ray’s cell. Ray was asleep on the bed and he looked so cute naked. Fraser winced as he touched the black eye on his face. He and Ray had had an argument because Ray refused to believe that Ray was really innocent, and that it wasn’t really him.
“Ray,” said Fraser.
“Hey Fraser.” Sniffled Ray, waking up.
“It’s OK, you’re free to go.” Said Fraser, smiling.
“Woof.” Said Dief.
“Haha, very funny.” Ray laughed bitterly.
“No, I mean it Ray, you’re free, Lieutenant Welsh said so himself, I bought the forms to show you.”
“Oh my God Fraser this is so great!” said Ray, hugging Fraser. “So I didn’t do… it?” He thought of the murder and shivered.
“No Ray, I’m sorry to say it was your ex-wife Stella. She apparently wanted to ruin your career, but they’ve locked her up now.”
“Oh Fraser I’m so happy!” Said Ray, crying tears of joy. He was still hugging Fraser.
“Ray, I love you and I never want to let you go.” Said Fraser.
“Oh my God Fraser!” Said Ray, crying tears of joy. “I love you too!!”
The End
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