Nathan shot up, back to life, gasping and whining in the back of his throat. All he remembered was a massive fuck off truck rolling over him. It hurt too! He was all sore now. He slowly pulled himself upright and raised his hand to touch the back of his head. There was blood there, of course, fresh and wet but no life threatening wounds.
For the most part, he was perfectly fine and staring up at a smiling Barty. "What did you do that for?! Prick!"
"That is a sexy power." Barty said it drily, because the sexiness was debatable. There were tire tracks on those ill-fitting Santa clothes and the blood and bile wasn't a nice look either. Still, while he had been dead, he had taken the time to look at his face and decided that he was certainly a pretty boy. He'd always had a bit of a weakness for pretty boys, even the annoying ones. "You're coming with me."
He started walking, knowing that he would not have a choice. "Tell me your name."
"I'm bloody not." Nathan dismissed as he got up and started... started walking with him. Okay. Well. Fuck. "Nathan." Fuck. Nathan walked slow, as slow as he could with the order, trying to hang back so he could get out his phone. Barty didn't say no phones. He fumbled it out and held it behind his back, using his shortcut buttons to try and get Simon. Of course, the text he ended up sending was just a keysmash so it probably wasn't helpful.
He moved his thumb, attempting to try and hit the call button. "No offence, mate, but you're really not my type."
"Your type for what, Nathan?" Barty asked him innocently, simply because he felt there was a certain beauty in watching someone dig their own grave. If they were immortal and hugely annoying, there was even some poetry to it all. He didn't bother sparing even a glance in Nathan's reaction as he kept walking, secure in the knowledge that he'd follow him. And very certain that he would talk - and talk himself into trouble - even without him forcing him to do so.
The phone was calling, but so far Simon had not picked up yet.
"Whatever your perverted mind is doing. I get it, I'm pretty and immortal, it's all very hot but I'm not really into evil cock. I'm not into cock at all, if I'm honestly, but I draw the line at anyone who'd rip my arsehole in two. And you look the type." Yes, his mind had already gone there. It always did. It always went as sexual as it could. Even when he was a pre-teen. He didn't know why, maybe he was just born to be horny. "I'm supposed to be somewhere and if I don't turn up, my mates will know and they'll come find me."
Or they would if Barry would pick up the fucking phone! What was he doing that was more important - having a wank?! This was an emergency. And not like the fake emergency yesterday when he needed 50p for the vending machine. This was 'chilli sauce on the dick' sort of emergency.
"There's an idea. You've quite the depraved mind, Nathan. Thank you." Yes, that went about as Barty had expected, perhaps a little more filthy than he'd have guessed. He supposed he was still underestimating just how much of a degenerate he was dealing with here. "Since when have you had your power? Tell me. And tell me about your mates. They have powers too."
It stood to reason. Barty looked at his watch for a moment, considering. Maybe he should move this somewhere more private. They were starting to get into a better area, so he waited for a building that might have a nice view.
"Nathan?" Simon's voice came out tinny and far away, for obvious reasons. He also sounded apprehensive more than concerned. Ready to be annoyed. Luckily, it was too quiet for Barty to hear.
"It just started, during the storm. Like everyone else. You know the one? Hail the size of little puppies." Nathan explained and he really didn't want to sell his friends out, he seriously didn't. But he had to. "They have powers, yeah, some good, some a bit shit. You know how it goes. They're all a bunch of arseholes but we're a good looking group overall. Dead sexy, if I'm being honest. No one can keep their hands off us."
Well, that was something about his mates. So that had to be enough information. He heard a tinny little voice and decided to raise his own, wanting to make sure Simon heard. "Where are you taking me?! With your fancy mind control powers, eh? What's the plan?"
Maybe he could be like a cool spy and not a stupid idiot in the thrall of a psycho.
Simon was silent on the other end of the line. Or perhaps he had hung up on Nathan, that was also a possibility. No way for Nathan to know.
Barty stopped by a building and pressed the bell for the top floor, waiting patiently. "Let's see, shall we?"
It took a few, but eventually there was a voice answering on the intercom. "Who is it?"
Not wasting time, Barty gave his orders, clear and precise. "Gather whoever lives with you and leave your flat. Find somewhere else to live. Move. Hand the keys to me when you get down."
He waited for them to be buzzed in and grabbed Nathan's arm to drag him along inside the building. Now he just had to wait. "Do you like the building, Nathan? I always say, location is everything."
"Are we breaking and entering? Oh, come on, I just got the ASBO lifted." Nathan complained as he watched Barty, slipping his phone into his back pocket to try and look less suspicious. He really fucking hoped Barry was listening because this sod was terrifying. As they headed inside the building, he watched as three guys and one girl came down the stairs - they looked like students or something.
Then all held out their keys to Barty as they left. And not just the house keys, the whole set. Nathan watched them just walk out, happy and not at all seeming pissed or upset. What the fuck?
"Oh, you're a creepy fucker, aren't you?"
He felt Barty tug them towards the lift and he wondered how far he'd get if he tried to run. Probably not far. He looked at Barty, feeling increasingly more unsettled. "You know, this is a really cool power but why are you wasting it on this? This is like small baby potatoes, you want the big jacketless potatoes. Mate - ladies. Why aren't you out on the lash? It's not like they can say no to you, eh?"
"I've had my power all my life, Nathan. I'm not as hard up as you." Barty had wanted the privacy mostly for that reason. "Get in."
He held the lift door open and then stepped in behind him, pressing the button. "You really are a horny little fucker, aren't you? That's about ninety percent of your thoughts." Teenager. At least mentally.
Barty leaned back as the lift headed up, looking at Nathan. "Kneel." It was always a special pleasure, giving an order like that.
"Well, yeah, but you would be too if you looked like this." Nathan didn't know when to stop. Well, no, he did and it was now but he didn't know how to make himself stop and that was the scary part. "Don't tell me you can read minds too?"
Nathan dropped to his knees so fast, he hurt himself and yelped, looking up at Barty with annoyance. He really hoped Barry was listening so he fucking knew that this was a real emergency for once. And not just a butt dial.
"You're getting a little kinky then? I knew it, I called it. You're a perv." Oh God, the man with mind control was a perv! "It's all in the eyes."
He grabbed Nathan by the hair to tilt his head back, then he tapped the finger of his other hand against his forehead as he looked down into those eyes. They didn't fit the bravado he was clinging to at all, those eyes. So expressive and so filled with fear. "It's all in your head."
He smiled and then stepped out of the lift as they got to the top, holding the door. "Get up, Nathan."
He held the keys out for him. "Unlock the door and let me in."
"I'm not scared of you, you know?" Nathan wasn't sure why he said it, it just made it seem like he was, in fact, scared. And he was. He had no idea what to do. He took the keys and unlocked the door, walking into the apartment. It was obviously communal living but it had a lot of wide, open space in the living room and the windows were nice and big. It was a nice looking balcony too.
"I nearly got killed by the cheese bandit. You're not a tenth as weird and creepy as that." Not that he did actually go near him in this timeline but yikes.
"The things you say." Barty wasn't even sure what to make of all that. He knew he was lying about being scared, but he supposed a bit of desperate grandstanding was to be expected. He grabbed Nathan by the arm again and pulled him along into the kitchen. He opened the drawer by the stove and picked up the biggest knife, setting it down on the counter.
Then he looked at Nathan, raising an eyebrow. "Take that knife and kill yourself."
"Ah, no, seriously?" Nathan had the knife in his hand and tried to think what was the fastest way to do this. So he aimed for his heart, gurgling blood as his legs gave out and he slid down onto the floor, feeling the absolute agony of the blade in him. He was hoping that would be a bit faster. "Shit. Missed."
He pulled the knife out and then stabbed himself again. He wanted to do it another time but it hurt too much. He gagged on blood and cried out in pain, jamming his eyes closed. "It hurts... bastard!" And it wasn't as fast as he wanted it to be. He wasn't dead but the command to kill himself was still there.
So he yanked the knife out and slit his own throat.
Barty had taken the knife back by the time Nathan came back to life. "You haven't done this a lot, have you? That was a pathetic show." Clearly not someone who knew where to stab for a quick death. "I gave you a proper instrument and it still took you so long. It's like that time I had someone gouge their own eyes out with a spoon, that was unexpectedly lengthy as well."
Checked out with Nathan's story about his powers being new. Why would that be happening? "Let's see how fast you learn."
He held the knife out. "Stab yourself to death again, darling."
"But I just woke up!" Nathan whined, groggy and hardly fully awake as he took the knife back with trembling hands. This time he slit his throat right away, hoping it would be faster. Instead, he was -- well, it was faster in some senses but it felt worse. He felt like he was frowning, he couldn't breathe and he writhed in pain.
When he woke up this time, he had no knife again but so much blood down him, he had to giggle. "Christ, it's like Santa had his first period..."
"It's kind of gruesome, hope they'll get it out of the tiles." Barty saw the humour in it as well. He was also holding Nathan's phone in his hand now. It was interesting, sometimes it took Nathan longer to take back than others. The sun was lower by now and, yes. He was seated in a kitchen chair, looking through Nathan's phone. "Stay on the ground and cross your arms behind your back."
He didn't even look at Nathan as he gave the order. "Wow, you send a lot of texts." And he could not spell.
"So what? I got a lot of mates. Just cause you don't know what it's like, you sad old bastard." God, he hoped Barry hung up before the guy stole his phone. He thought, idiotically assuming Barty didn't know about call logs. He put his arms behind his back and stayed here he was, watching Barty with obvious annoyance. "That's my personal, private property, you know?"
His phone was his only means to communicate with most people as they no longer wanted to see him in person. So instead, he spammed them with texts. His mom hadn't answered in a week and most of his friends had left him on read. The girls never even texted back once. "It's immortality, everyone wants me, baby. I can't help that they're always all over me, sexting me at inopportune moments."
"Are you assuming that I'm illiterate or that I don't know how to scroll up? Because, generally, it seems like you're coming on strong and not getting much back. Can't say I'm surprised." He snorted, shaking his head. "I don't think your boyfriend is that into you either. So many one word responses and always with proper punctuation. There's a lot to be read into there."
Such as the assumption that he had a boyfriend. But, hey, it was the person he'd called and it was the person that he texted the most. And so much of it was deeply and disturbingly sexual.
Barty lowered the phone and looked up, considering. "Darling, if you spell out asphyxiation for me correctly right now, I won't make you do it to yourself."
"I don't have a boyfriend. I have like four girlfriends, maybe five, but no boyfriend. How many times? I'm not down for cock." Nathan felt he had to spell out as he watched him scroll through his phone, wondering who he assumed was his boyfriend. He hoped Curtis, he was the hottest of all of his male friend and if he had to be accused of wanting a guy, he'd want a good one.
At the question, Nathan scrunched his nose up, hating the question. "I flunked out of school. I think that spelling is just a concept. You know? Who says one way is right. No one says the 'w' in 'sword. So in theory, the same applies to asphyxiation."
Now to spell it. "A-S-S-F-I-X-E-A-T-O-N." Ha. Nailed it. "See? And if it's not how you think it's spelled then that's just your version of things, not mine."
Barty hmmed, unconvinced, and slowly took off his tie. He held it out to Nathan and gestured to his throat. "Wrap that around your neck."
As he considered things, he felt he owed it to him to give him at least a little bit of an upside. "Can you spell erotic?" Barty got up, placing the chair he was sitting in right under the light fixture. "If you spell it right, there's a mind-blowing orgasm in it for you."
"Uh. Oh. Fuck me, it's the thing those wanky suicidal celebrities do where you choke yourself to orgasm." Nathan laughed, because he had to, holding the tie that he had wrapped around his neck as he considered the word and how to spell it. Fuck. He was a really bad speller. He closed his eyes and tried to think. "E-R--"
He hesitated. Erotic. Like rot. So. "O-T--" Fuck. Oh! Oh! Like Tic-Tacs! "I-C."
Nathan grinned. "E-R-O-T-I-C. Ha! Take that, fuckhead."
"Let's hear it for the education system." Barty gestured to the chair, giving his instructions. "Get on there and tie the end of the tie to the fixture. Then you can start wanking. I'm sure you don't need guidance for that, randy boy like you."
Really quite alarmingly horny. Although Barty found it amusing. Perhaps he also found it a little bit more, given that Nathan really was quite the pretty boy whenever he shut up for a moment.
"Barry's asking where you are, by the way." He said it as soon as Nathan started jerking off.
Nathan started to jack off, not as happy as he wanted to be because there was a horrible energy hovering over it. Something bad was going to happen and he really just hoped the orgasm was fast. He jerked his hand up and down, desperate and fast, really going for it. It wasn't super nice without lube but he could work with it.
"Eh?" He looked at Barty, slightly alarmed, and pulled a face. "Don't bring up him while I'm jacking it! Christ, I'll lose my wood."
Well, he didn't. If anything, he was starting to get close. "Tell him I'm being sexually harassed by a known panty sniffer with mind control powers."
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For the most part, he was perfectly fine and staring up at a smiling Barty. "What did you do that for?! Prick!"
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He started walking, knowing that he would not have a choice. "Tell me your name."
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He moved his thumb, attempting to try and hit the call button. "No offence, mate, but you're really not my type."
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The phone was calling, but so far Simon had not picked up yet.
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Or they would if Barry would pick up the fucking phone! What was he doing that was more important - having a wank?! This was an emergency. And not like the fake emergency yesterday when he needed 50p for the vending machine. This was 'chilli sauce on the dick' sort of emergency.
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It stood to reason. Barty looked at his watch for a moment, considering. Maybe he should move this somewhere more private. They were starting to get into a better area, so he waited for a building that might have a nice view.
"Nathan?" Simon's voice came out tinny and far away, for obvious reasons. He also sounded apprehensive more than concerned. Ready to be annoyed. Luckily, it was too quiet for Barty to hear.
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Well, that was something about his mates. So that had to be enough information. He heard a tinny little voice and decided to raise his own, wanting to make sure Simon heard. "Where are you taking me?! With your fancy mind control powers, eh? What's the plan?"
Maybe he could be like a cool spy and not a stupid idiot in the thrall of a psycho.
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Barty stopped by a building and pressed the bell for the top floor, waiting patiently. "Let's see, shall we?"
It took a few, but eventually there was a voice answering on the intercom. "Who is it?"
Not wasting time, Barty gave his orders, clear and precise. "Gather whoever lives with you and leave your flat. Find somewhere else to live. Move. Hand the keys to me when you get down."
He waited for them to be buzzed in and grabbed Nathan's arm to drag him along inside the building. Now he just had to wait. "Do you like the building, Nathan? I always say, location is everything."
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Then all held out their keys to Barty as they left. And not just the house keys, the whole set. Nathan watched them just walk out, happy and not at all seeming pissed or upset. What the fuck?
"Oh, you're a creepy fucker, aren't you?"
He felt Barty tug them towards the lift and he wondered how far he'd get if he tried to run. Probably not far. He looked at Barty, feeling increasingly more unsettled. "You know, this is a really cool power but why are you wasting it on this? This is like small baby potatoes, you want the big jacketless potatoes. Mate - ladies. Why aren't you out on the lash? It's not like they can say no to you, eh?"
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He held the lift door open and then stepped in behind him, pressing the button. "You really are a horny little fucker, aren't you? That's about ninety percent of your thoughts." Teenager. At least mentally.
Barty leaned back as the lift headed up, looking at Nathan. "Kneel." It was always a special pleasure, giving an order like that.
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Nathan dropped to his knees so fast, he hurt himself and yelped, looking up at Barty with annoyance. He really hoped Barry was listening so he fucking knew that this was a real emergency for once. And not just a butt dial.
"You're getting a little kinky then? I knew it, I called it. You're a perv." Oh God, the man with mind control was a perv! "It's all in the eyes."
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He smiled and then stepped out of the lift as they got to the top, holding the door. "Get up, Nathan."
He held the keys out for him. "Unlock the door and let me in."
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"I nearly got killed by the cheese bandit. You're not a tenth as weird and creepy as that." Not that he did actually go near him in this timeline but yikes.
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Then he looked at Nathan, raising an eyebrow. "Take that knife and kill yourself."
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He pulled the knife out and then stabbed himself again. He wanted to do it another time but it hurt too much. He gagged on blood and cried out in pain, jamming his eyes closed. "It hurts... bastard!" And it wasn't as fast as he wanted it to be. He wasn't dead but the command to kill himself was still there.
So he yanked the knife out and slit his own throat.
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Checked out with Nathan's story about his powers being new. Why would that be happening? "Let's see how fast you learn."
He held the knife out. "Stab yourself to death again, darling."
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When he woke up this time, he had no knife again but so much blood down him, he had to giggle. "Christ, it's like Santa had his first period..."
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He didn't even look at Nathan as he gave the order. "Wow, you send a lot of texts." And he could not spell.
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His phone was his only means to communicate with most people as they no longer wanted to see him in person. So instead, he spammed them with texts. His mom hadn't answered in a week and most of his friends had left him on read. The girls never even texted back once. "It's immortality, everyone wants me, baby. I can't help that they're always all over me, sexting me at inopportune moments."
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Such as the assumption that he had a boyfriend. But, hey, it was the person he'd called and it was the person that he texted the most. And so much of it was deeply and disturbingly sexual.
Barty lowered the phone and looked up, considering. "Darling, if you spell out asphyxiation for me correctly right now, I won't make you do it to yourself."
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At the question, Nathan scrunched his nose up, hating the question. "I flunked out of school. I think that spelling is just a concept. You know? Who says one way is right. No one says the 'w' in 'sword. So in theory, the same applies to asphyxiation."
Now to spell it. "A-S-S-F-I-X-E-A-T-O-N." Ha. Nailed it. "See? And if it's not how you think it's spelled then that's just your version of things, not mine."
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As he considered things, he felt he owed it to him to give him at least a little bit of an upside. "Can you spell erotic?" Barty got up, placing the chair he was sitting in right under the light fixture. "If you spell it right, there's a mind-blowing orgasm in it for you."
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He hesitated. Erotic. Like rot. So. "O-T--" Fuck. Oh! Oh! Like Tic-Tacs! "I-C."
Nathan grinned. "E-R-O-T-I-C. Ha! Take that, fuckhead."
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Really quite alarmingly horny. Although Barty found it amusing. Perhaps he also found it a little bit more, given that Nathan really was quite the pretty boy whenever he shut up for a moment.
"Barry's asking where you are, by the way." He said it as soon as Nathan started jerking off.
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"Eh?" He looked at Barty, slightly alarmed, and pulled a face. "Don't bring up him while I'm jacking it! Christ, I'll lose my wood."
Well, he didn't. If anything, he was starting to get close. "Tell him I'm being sexually harassed by a known panty sniffer with mind control powers."
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