TW: kidnapping, abuse, blood, suggested sexual abuse, Deceit, anxiety attack

Virgil whipped his head around (a big mistake) to look at Devon, his jaw dropping open.
"You were a cop?" he let out a laugh, "You've got to be kidding me."
Devon shook his head and chucked, "Nope, not kidding, I was a cop for four years." He walked in front of Virgil and stared at him for a few moments. "How about I tell you a little story? The story of my life."
Virgil swallowed, and nodded.
Anything to get him to just sit and talk.
Devon smiled, and started pacing around the room again.
"My childhood wasn't a nice one. I grew up in England. My mother died giving birth to my younger sister, I was five at the time. And my father wasn't exactly the best, let's say, parent. He was a drunk. A lazy, unemployed, abusive drunk. He didn't give a damn about me or my younger sister, Daphne. Daphne was the sweetest girl you could meet. She was intelligent, kind, funny, and beautiful. My god, she was the most gorgeous girl I'd ever seen, blonde hair, bright green eyes, pale skin and rosy cheeks, she was stunning. When I was in my ninth year of secondary school, and she was in her fifth year of primary school, my father lost it one day. He was drunk and high, and he was mad at some guy he had lost a bet to, so he took it out on my sister." Devon looked down, and Virgil could have sworn he saw a tear escape his eye.
"My father beat Daphne to death. He hit her in the head with such force that her skull cracked. She died almost instantly. I got home from work to find her dead on the ground and my father just standing there, sneering at her corpse. I called the police and they arrested him, and I was sent off to an orphanage. My last three years of school were okay, given the fact that I was severely depressed. I never came out to anyone that I was a homosexual. No one. It was my darkest secret, eating away inside of me. After seeing what my father did to Daphne, I vowed to do everything in my power to make sure that nothing like that ever happened again, to anyone. So after graduating I moved from England to Florida, and a year later I was a police officer. I was the best on the squad. I made over two hundred arrests during the four years I worked there, I was practically a god to them. But during my last year on the force, I began to see things differently. I realised that most of the criminals I arrested weren't all that bad. All they wanted was revenge on something, or to make some extra money. I was chasing this man one day on the job, he had murdered his ex wife to cheating on him. I saw him, jumped on him and I was about to cuff his hands when he suddenly pulled out this great big knife and tried to stab my in the chest. I dodged it, but that caused him to stab me in the face instead. Thankfully his hand was slightly tilted so it didn't go straight into my face, but instead it just left a one centimetre wound running from my left temple to my jawline, that's how I got this." Devon turned his head so that Virgil could see the scar on his face clearly.
"It just showed that he had done what he wanted to and want going to let anyone stop him from doing it. He was getting his revenge, he was getting his payback. They were doing what they wanted to do, they weren't waiting around just following orders from people who think that they're superior to us. It became clear to me that we were the bad guys, not them. So I quit the police force at the end of the year, and decided to do whatever I wanted to. So I came after you."
Devon looked at Virgil and grinned, and evil glint in his eyes.
"I saw you for the first time just a few weeks after my resignation from the police force, and you caught my eye instantly. Your dark hair, grey eyes, pale skin and your body instantly drew me to you. I decided that you were mine. Being a police officer taught me all I needed to know. How to be silent, unseen, cunning, violent, and how to get what I want. Over the next year I gathered as much information on you as I could. Your name, address, family, friends, partners, and you could just imagine my astonishment when I discovered that you, too, were gay. That is what made me really work for you after that. I put in twice as much effort as I ever had, convinced that you would maybe accept me for who I was, given that we were the same, and that maybe you would want to be with me. So, ten months after first seeing you, I successfully kidnapped you. But, to my dismay, you were not as cooperative as I would have hoped. If I remember correctly, you shot me, is that right?"
Virgil almost grinned, remembering. "Yep, in the leg."
"Well," Devon continued, "needless to say, I recovered from that rather quickly. It was a mere month or two before I was as good as new, and ready to act again." Devon smiled.
"So here we are, Virgil, together again."
Virgil took a deep breath, trying to hold back the major panic attack that was threatening to surface. He stared up into Devon's eyes, terrified.
Devon walked to the door, "And this time, you're not going to get away."
The door slammed with a loud bang, leaving Virgil alone, scared.
~~~
"D'you have any idea where Virgil is, Roman?" Patton asked.
Roman and Patton were driving back to Roman and Virgil's house, where Virgil had stayed after Roman left for the gym.
"Well, he said that he had nothing planned for the day, so he's probably just at home." Roman said.
Patton pulled into the driveway of Roman and Virgil's house and turned off the engine, climbing out of the car.
Roman pulled out the house keys from his pocket and unlocked the front door, waltzing in.
"Virgil! Patton's here!" he called our, "We were wondering if you wanted to go out for a coffee!"
Patton walked into the living room, searching for Virgil. The TV was turned on, playing some kind of rock band. A half-eaten sandwich and can of coke sat on the coffee table, with a few flies buzzing around it.
Frowning, Patton called out to Roman.
"He's not in the living room!"
Roman replied with "Okay!", climbing up the stairs to the second floor. He checked the gaming room first, calling out "Virgil!" all the time. The gaming room was empty, so he pushed open the door to his and Virgil's room, peering inside.
"Virgil?" Roman said, "Are you in here?"
There was no response, so Roman went the rest of the way into the room, and gasped.
There was a foot-wide bloodstain on the carpet in the middle of the floor, surrounded by several other small splatters.
"P-Patton?" Roman croaked, "Patton, get up here!"
Hurried footsteps came up the stairs and Patton rushed through the door, looking worried.
"Roman, what is it?" he asked quickly.
Roman silently pointed to the blood, his eyes wide.
Patton gasped, "Oh crud." He put a hand on Romans shoulder, tearing his eyes away from the blood.
"Roman, did you notice anything weird before you left for the gym? Anything at all?"
Roman quickly shook his head, "No, nothing."
Nodding, Patton let go of Roman and left the room, calling for Roman to follow him.
"Alright. Roman, I need you to call Virgil's phone. It's unlikely that he still has it, but it's the obvious thing to do right now." Patton said, "I'm going to call Logan to come over, maybe he can bring Thomas with him."
While Patton went to call Logan, Roman pulled his phone from his back pocket and turned it on.
The lock screen was a selfie of him and Virgil. Roman was giving Virgil a kiss on the cheek, and Virgil was rolling his eyes and smirking.
Romans eyes brimmed with tears, and he sniffed as hey pressed Call on Virgil's contact number.
~~~
Virgil was panicking.
The second Devon had left the room he broke down in tears, sobbing. His heart pounded a mile a minute, his breaths were shallow and shaky, his head was clouded and he couldn't see straight.
He was having an anxiety attack, one of his worst yet.
Virgil hadn't had to deal with a anxiety attack alone since Devon had last kidnapped Virgil, four years prior. There were rare occasions when Roman was out somewhere and Virgil was alone, but they were never that bad and he usually just called Roman on his phone anyway, and talked.
But there was no Roman here.
However, just as Virgil thought that, he felt a vibration on his arm, and heard the chorus of Teenagers, by MCR.
It was his phone, it was ringing.
Devon must have thought that Virgil didn't have his phone on him, because who would think to check in their sleeves for pockets?
Earlier that year, Virgil had sewn a small pocket inside all the sleeve of his jackets, near his wrist. It was so that his phone would always be within his reach, and no one could steal it without him noticing.
It was just this thing that Virgil praised himself silently for at this moment in time, because he was able to twist his arms and flip them in front of his body (Virgil was double jointed in some very strange places) and see who was calling.
Roman's name was on the screen.
Almost crying with relief, Virgil clicked Accept and spoke.
"Roman!" Virgil gasped, "Roman, thank god!"
Romans voice seemed like the most amazing sound to Virgil.
"Virgil! Where are you? What happened? I saw blood-" Virgil cut Roman off, hurriedly speaking.
"R-Roman- i-it's Devon."
There was silence on the other line for a moment, then Roman asked, "W-What? Devon? How?"
"I-I was at home eating and w-w-watching TV downstairs
a-and then I went upstairs to get a magazine and then I h-heard s-s-something behind me and then it went all
b-b-black and the next thing I know I'm in this dark room and D-Devon walks in and he hurt me and he left for a bit then he came back and t-t-told me everything because he thought that I'd n-n-never get out and he's j-just l-l-left again a-and I'm panicking-"
Virgil broke off, wheezing, his breathing hitched.
Roman was silent, then Virgil heard him shout for Patton.
"PATTON! Devon's got Virgil!"
Virgil cried, fat tears rolling down his cheeks.
"Virgil, where are you?" Roman asked quickly, "Do you know where he's taken you?"
"N-n-no, he kn-knocked me out and b-b-brought me here." Virgil gasped.
"Virgil, I need you to calm down, okay?" Roman said, "You have to calm down, Devon might hear you."
Though he tried, Virgil couldn't seem to calm down. He still gasped for breath, the edges of his vision darkening, everything in his mind hazy.
"Roman, I'm going to die." Virgil said, "Devon's g-got me again and he's t-taken me far away and he's l-l-locked me up and I'm going t-to die here."
Roman bit his lip, "No, you're not, Virgil."
His voice was slow and soothing, the way he always had it when he was helping Virgil with an anxiety attack.
"Devon's kidnapped you before, but remember what happened last time? You shot that psycho is the leg! And we rescued you, you escaped! And if you think for one second that I'm going to let him get away with kidnapping you again, then you're kidding yourself. Because I will do everything in my power to make sure he rots in hell."
Virgil was still hyperventilating majorly, but Romans words soothed him, and he gave a tiny smile.
"Th-thanks Roman."
Suddenly Virgil heard footsteps outside the door of the room, and he gasped.
"Roman, I've got to go, Devon's here!"
"No, Virg-!" Virgil quickly hung up, put his phone back in the sleeve pocket, and flipped his arms back behind his back, acting like nothing had happened.
The door opened and Devon walked in, smirking.
"Hello, Virgil." he said.

There will be a Part 3