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A Lesson Learned	By : Cyndiana Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Rammstein Views: 1550 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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TITLE: A Lesson Learned (Chapter 4 of 5)
AUTHOR: Cyndiana
ARCHIVE: A Feather in the Blood
(http://groups.yahoo.com/group/afeatherintheblood/)
RATING: A VERY strong NC-17 for EXTREME violence, and
description of M/M sexuality.
PAIRING: Doomy/Richard, and description of Till/Flake
SYNOPSIS: Richard learns from a knowledgeable source how to
unleash the rage inside him…and put it to DEADLY use…
AUTHOR’S NOTE: I blame society…Ok, I don’t, but I blame
fandomination.net. I read an even MORE gruesome fic on there, and
I’ve long wanted to write a Dark Fic, and that story inspired me.
This fic is not at ALL for the faint-of-heart. It is gruesome. It
is grizzly…It is Dark Fic, so if you have a weak stomach, PLEASE do
not read. If you read this, it’s because you CHOOSE to do so.
THIS FIC IS NOT FLUFF! IT IS GORY AND GRAPHIC.
You have been warned.
DISCLAIMER: A work of fiction. Not intended as a statement
of fact in any way. Not-for-profit.

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CHAPTER FOUR

The cab slowed in front of the grand house Till and Flake called home.

Richard paid him, and retrieved his things.

He stepped up to the door, and rang the doorbell.

He was met by a smiling Flake.

“Richard! What are you doing back here? Please come in!”

“Flake, who is it?” Till called from the office.

“It’s Richard!”

“Richard! Hallo!” Till called, as he entered the foyer.

Flake led Richard to the couch.

Richard set his suitcase down in front of him, as Till and Flake sat in easy chairs.

“It’s good to see you, Richard.” Flake said, a genuine friendly grin spread across his lovely face.

“Ja, I missed everyone.” Richard replied.

“Have you visited anyone else?” Till asked.

“I had a lovely visit with Paul…and then I saw Schneider.”

“Oh, that’s good. I’d bet they were happy to see you too.” Flake cooed.

“Oh ja, they were thrilled to death.”

“I’m being rude, Richard, would you like something to drink?” Flake asked, his hands on his knees.

“A glass of water, bitte.”

“Ok…Till?”

“A beer, Liebchen.”

“Ok, I’ll be right back.” Flake declared as he rose, stealing a quick kiss from Till’s lips before going into the kitchen.

“You two seem quite content.” Richard said evenly.

“We are. He’s a better wife than my other four.” Till replied with a great guffaw.

“A water, here you go Richard, and a beer for Till.” Flake said, as he doled out the drinks, sitting on Till’s lap.

“This doesn’t, bother you, does it, Richard?” Till asked.

“No, no! Not at all. I’m glad to see you two so happy.”

Flake and Till looked at each other briefly, exchanging soft grins.

“Flake, remember those clothes I left last time I stayed over?” Richard inquired.

“Ja, they’re upstairs. I washed them for you.”

“Would it trouble you terribly to get them? I was looking to pick those up while I was here.”

“No trouble at all.” Flake replied, rising, then going upstairs.

Richard rifled through his suitcase, until he produced a small baggie of pills.

“Still get high?” he asked.

“Who me? No, not anymore. I gave that up for Flake.”

Richard took out one of the capsules, breaking it open, and pouring its powdery contents into his water, swirling it with his finger.

“Too bad…this shit is amazing.”

“What is it?” Till asked, curious.

“I’m not exactly sure, but I hear it’s like Ecstasy, only BETTER. No one can even tell you’re high.”

Richard gulped his water until the glass was empty.

Till looked toward the upstairs to see if Flake was coming. Satisfied he was not, he looked back at Richard.

“No one can tell?”

“Can you tell I’M high?”

Till looked Richard over.

“Not at all!”

Richard indicated toward Till’s beer.

Till looked toward the upstairs one more time, and handed it over.

Richard put the contents of another pill into Till’s beer.

Till swirled the beer around, then downed it quickly.

Richard sat, looking him over for a moment.

Before long, Till gripped his stomach.

“Richard…I feel…sick…”

“Ja, cyanide tends to do that.”

“WHAT?! But you drank it too!”

“I drank water lightly sweetened with aspartame…”

Till fell to the floor, gagging and choking.

It was at this point, Flake came down the stairs.

“Sorry it took so long, I couldn’t remember which closet they were…TILL! What’s wrong with him, Richard?”

“He’s dying…so sad…” Richard replied with a faked pout.

“Flake…Call the…police…” Till wheezed out…

Flake ran upstairs, to their bedroom, locking the door and grabbing the phone.

Richard followed.

“Don’t do this Flake….You’re only making it harder on yourself!” Richard called through the door.

Flake’s fingers were shaky as he clumsily dialed the number.

Richard kicked the door in, snatching the phone from Flake’s hand, and ripping the cord out of the wall.

“Richard, why?” Flake sobbed.

“All of you…think you’re so much better than me…So much so, you can attack me, blame everything on me! Dead men tell no tales, Flake. And they can place no blame either.”

“Please, Richard…don’t do this…”

Richard forced Flake onto the bed, holding him down with his weight, and taking the phone cord in his hands, he placed it at Flake’s throat.

Flake shook and sobbed, and Richard’s heart softened.

He could hear Flake’s voice in his head…

“Ok guys, ease up. Not EVERYTHING is Richard’s fault. And this meeting, frankly, is ridiculous. He is our friend. Why are we all ganging up on him?”

Richard let him up.

“Wha-What are you doing?”

“You…You didn’t blame me…You defended me…”

Richard fell into the bed, sobbing.

Flake slipped away to the fireplace, and grabbed a poker.

“You killed them…didn’t you? Paul and Schneider…They’re dead, aren’t they?”

Richard kept sobbing, “Ja…I killed them!”

Flake cried softly, then lifted the poker.

Richard looked up.

“Flake, don’t! Flake!”

Flake sent the poker crashing down over and over…until Richard’s pleas ceased.

Just then, he heard the screaming sirens outside. He heard commotion downstairs.

He dropped the poker, and collapsed to the floor shaking and crying.

He heard footsteps coming up the stairs.

“Police! Is everything ok in here?”

“Help…me…Goddd…” Flake wailed, as the officers helped him to his feet, and guided him down the stairs…

Is anyone alive? See in CHAPTER FIVE! >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
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