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aloneindarknes7) wrote2010-07-06 08:56 pm
aloneindarknes7) wrote2010-07-06 08:56 pm
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I loved that quote in the movie so of course I used it
Title: The Monster and The Man
Author: Jordan Herbert
Warnings: Slash, mental disorders, dub-con
Pairing: Teddy Daniels/Andrew Laeddis
Fandom: Shutter Island
Rating: Nc-17
Word Count: 828
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters and that makes me sad sometimes until I realize I can still write using them. Yay!
Author's Note: The prompt was Shutter Island. Teddy Daniels/Andy Laeddis, dubcon. "How is that possible?" from the awesome multi-fandom comm![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
springkink and how could I resist? I loved the movie and the challenge of the prompt. Expect two more prompts that I nabbed from the comm later in the month. One is TMNT, to further prove to my F-list that you should be a member of this awesome comm. ;)
Remember us,
“How is that possible?” Dr. Sheehan turned to Dr. Cawley with a tight expression. “Not only has he regressed but,” the younger doctor sighed helplessly as he struggled to find a proper word.
“He’s gotten worse,” Dr. Cawley nodded, silently agreeing to what Dr. Sheehan didn’t want to admit to. “The lobotomy procedure didn’t go as planned at all. It seems to have backfired.”
“But he was passive,” Dr. Sheehan glanced into the room and grimaced as he looked away. “That couldn’t have only been an act, right?”
“Yes,” Dr. Cawley agreed as he packed his pipe. “I had thought that the lobotomy had succeeded in its goal but apparently it has only changed Mr. Laeddis’ disorder. I’ve only seen such signs a few times recorded in history so far. It’s called dissociative identity disorder, or more commonly,” Dr. Cawley pressed the pipe to his mouth and inhaled deeply, “multiple personality disorder. His newly found passive behavior is not an act, only an entirely new entity inside his mind. Where he once thought he was Teddy Daniels, he now is. But he is also still Andrew Laeddis, conflicting with Teddy Daniels, along with this passive new addition to his mind and what other new personality might be added that we are still unaware of.”
“How do we treat this?” Dr. Sheehan asked, utterly clueless and hopeless. “We were barely able to help him before.”
Dr. Cawley couldn’t answer him.
_-_-_-_-_-_-_-
for we too have lived,
He didn’t want to do anything except stare up at his water stained ceiling until it blurred away into nothingness. He had hoped to forget everything; the lobotomy was supposed to kill the monster so that the good man could be the last one remembered.
But now the monster lived alongside the man. “Laeddis,” it was voiced aloud. Talking to himself, referring to himself, couldn’t be healthy. But then again, he already was crazy. If he became more crazy, no one would really care.
“Leave me alone, Daniels, you don’t exist.” He reminded himself. “I made you up, and I can make you go away too.”
“But I’m the good guy, Laeddis. You were the one that got your wife killed. You didn’t make that up.” A long grin spread across his face.
Then he frowned. “Don’t talk about Dolores like that.”
“Why don’t you want to talk about your pretty, little wife, Laeddis? Is it because you can only remember her with a bullet wound through her?” He mocked cruelly, spreading more salt into his open wound.
“Shut up.” He shouted, the words echoing.
A hand rubbed up and down his chest. He slapped it away. “Hey now, Laeddis, just relax. I understand that talking about your wife like that isn’t nice. So let’s not talk about her like that. Let’s talk about the time you came home and found her wearing that ugly new tie she bought you. That was real nice, especially since that was all she was wearing.” The hand returned to caressing his chest, slowly working lower.
“Stop,” he gripped the hand before it was able to touch near his groin.
“But you’re enjoying the memory,” the other taunted. The fingers of the gripped hand wiggled to tap lightly against the raising tent in his pants. “Come on now, remember the way the tie fit nicely between her breasts and fell just above her bellybutton. This was before the kids too so her stomach was still nice and flat and made you want to lick her all over.”
loved,
“St-stop,” his voice was lower, more breathy as his grip slackened and the other hand didn’t hesitate to dive under the elastic waistband and brush over his erection. “I, I don’t want this.”
“Just keep thinking about your pretty Dolores. Remember the way she used to smile over her shoulder at you when she undressed? Her smooth back appearing as she dropped her dress to reveal her perky ass.” The voice teased him as the hand slowly ran up and down his erection, pumping firmly.
“This, this is rape,” Laeddis grimaced as he bit at his lip and his toes curled when the hand fondled his balls gently.
“It’s not if you just give in,” Daniels chuckled softly. “Besides, I see it more as masturbation.”
He pulled his pants down with both hands and then gripped the sheets with one as the other hand returned to pumping him. “That’s right, just give in and accept a bit of pleasure while we continue to rot away in this hellhole.” The hand continued it’s steady pace of up and down, up and down.
“Faster, you son of a bitch.” Laeddis grunted as his hips thrusted up into the hand.
When they came, Laeddis ran a hand through the sticky mess on his stomach. Then he looked up at the ceiling and thought about men and monsters as a slow bubble of laughter rose from his retched throat.
and laughed.
Author: Jordan Herbert
Warnings: Slash, mental disorders, dub-con
Pairing: Teddy Daniels/Andrew Laeddis
Fandom: Shutter Island
Rating: Nc-17
Word Count: 828
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters and that makes me sad sometimes until I realize I can still write using them. Yay!
Author's Note: The prompt was Shutter Island. Teddy Daniels/Andy Laeddis, dubcon. "How is that possible?" from the awesome multi-fandom comm
springkink and how could I resist? I loved the movie and the challenge of the prompt. Expect two more prompts that I nabbed from the comm later in the month. One is TMNT, to further prove to my F-list that you should be a member of this awesome comm. ;)Remember us,
“How is that possible?” Dr. Sheehan turned to Dr. Cawley with a tight expression. “Not only has he regressed but,” the younger doctor sighed helplessly as he struggled to find a proper word.
“He’s gotten worse,” Dr. Cawley nodded, silently agreeing to what Dr. Sheehan didn’t want to admit to. “The lobotomy procedure didn’t go as planned at all. It seems to have backfired.”
“But he was passive,” Dr. Sheehan glanced into the room and grimaced as he looked away. “That couldn’t have only been an act, right?”
“Yes,” Dr. Cawley agreed as he packed his pipe. “I had thought that the lobotomy had succeeded in its goal but apparently it has only changed Mr. Laeddis’ disorder. I’ve only seen such signs a few times recorded in history so far. It’s called dissociative identity disorder, or more commonly,” Dr. Cawley pressed the pipe to his mouth and inhaled deeply, “multiple personality disorder. His newly found passive behavior is not an act, only an entirely new entity inside his mind. Where he once thought he was Teddy Daniels, he now is. But he is also still Andrew Laeddis, conflicting with Teddy Daniels, along with this passive new addition to his mind and what other new personality might be added that we are still unaware of.”
“How do we treat this?” Dr. Sheehan asked, utterly clueless and hopeless. “We were barely able to help him before.”
Dr. Cawley couldn’t answer him.
_-_-_-_-_-_-_-
for we too have lived,
He didn’t want to do anything except stare up at his water stained ceiling until it blurred away into nothingness. He had hoped to forget everything; the lobotomy was supposed to kill the monster so that the good man could be the last one remembered.
But now the monster lived alongside the man. “Laeddis,” it was voiced aloud. Talking to himself, referring to himself, couldn’t be healthy. But then again, he already was crazy. If he became more crazy, no one would really care.
“Leave me alone, Daniels, you don’t exist.” He reminded himself. “I made you up, and I can make you go away too.”
“But I’m the good guy, Laeddis. You were the one that got your wife killed. You didn’t make that up.” A long grin spread across his face.
Then he frowned. “Don’t talk about Dolores like that.”
“Why don’t you want to talk about your pretty, little wife, Laeddis? Is it because you can only remember her with a bullet wound through her?” He mocked cruelly, spreading more salt into his open wound.
“Shut up.” He shouted, the words echoing.
A hand rubbed up and down his chest. He slapped it away. “Hey now, Laeddis, just relax. I understand that talking about your wife like that isn’t nice. So let’s not talk about her like that. Let’s talk about the time you came home and found her wearing that ugly new tie she bought you. That was real nice, especially since that was all she was wearing.” The hand returned to caressing his chest, slowly working lower.
“Stop,” he gripped the hand before it was able to touch near his groin.
“But you’re enjoying the memory,” the other taunted. The fingers of the gripped hand wiggled to tap lightly against the raising tent in his pants. “Come on now, remember the way the tie fit nicely between her breasts and fell just above her bellybutton. This was before the kids too so her stomach was still nice and flat and made you want to lick her all over.”
loved,
“St-stop,” his voice was lower, more breathy as his grip slackened and the other hand didn’t hesitate to dive under the elastic waistband and brush over his erection. “I, I don’t want this.”
“Just keep thinking about your pretty Dolores. Remember the way she used to smile over her shoulder at you when she undressed? Her smooth back appearing as she dropped her dress to reveal her perky ass.” The voice teased him as the hand slowly ran up and down his erection, pumping firmly.
“This, this is rape,” Laeddis grimaced as he bit at his lip and his toes curled when the hand fondled his balls gently.
“It’s not if you just give in,” Daniels chuckled softly. “Besides, I see it more as masturbation.”
He pulled his pants down with both hands and then gripped the sheets with one as the other hand returned to pumping him. “That’s right, just give in and accept a bit of pleasure while we continue to rot away in this hellhole.” The hand continued it’s steady pace of up and down, up and down.
“Faster, you son of a bitch.” Laeddis grunted as his hips thrusted up into the hand.
When they came, Laeddis ran a hand through the sticky mess on his stomach. Then he looked up at the ceiling and thought about men and monsters as a slow bubble of laughter rose from his retched throat.
and laughed.