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Purgatory in Death... DO NOT READ UNLESS YOU HAVE READ 'NEW YORK TO DALLAS' SPOILERS AND SUCH...
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eve Roarke Stella Richard Patrick
Ok I hope that I am doing this right. remember that you should NOT READ THIS if you havent read NY2D. there are spoilers and such inside.
now, before you read this remember that its fiction and i have no clue what purgatory would be like and im pretty sure that no one alive can answer that question (if it even exists but we wont get into it.) my sister liked this one that i wrote so im going to go ahead and post it. i usually just write these little ditties for myself so i hope you enjoy it.
xoxox HogwartsGirl.xoxoxox
Note: please do not read this unless you have New York to Dallas!!!
As her last breath gurgled out she floundered as she felt herself drowning. He killed her, as careful as she had always been, Isaac fucking McQueen got the jump on her. Not that it was her fault though. The bitch cop crashed into her ride forcing her into a hospital, she fucking hated hospitals with their questions and prodding although they gave some very good drugs, if you knew the right people.
As her thoughts veered she looked around and realized that she was floating through blackness glimpses of what she thought might have been her past. Once or twice she thought she saw her father but she blocked that out. She didn't want to see his fucking face now or anytime. She had endured him longer than anyone should have to deal with that son of a bitch.
It was odd, dying. She felt, empty, no stress, no high or low, no shakes which she counted as a plus. She began to wonder how long she was going to float around in the big black empty space.
She was bored.
After a while it began to get lighter around her and shapes began to form around her, almost like a room and she began to force herself into a standing position though she continued to float and slowly a shape began to form.
It took a moment for her to recognize the person the shape turned into.
"Richie fucking troy! You rat bastard, you sold me out to that cunt cop! She got me killed!"
"That cop is our daughter." His quiet voice said.
She hadn't heard that voice in years. His quiet smooth voice that had first won her over and she felt her heart flutter for him. Never mind the fact that she had stolen from him and he was likely to remember that in a moment and try to strangle her… was it possible to die twice? Was she even able to feel pain if she was dead?
Richard Troy watched Stella in amusement. She was drifting and that was a rare thing for the woman despite her drug use she was one of the most alert women that he knew. She was alert enough to steal a good chunk of his money…
Best if he didn't go down that road. Getting angry over that would do nothing to help him in purgatory that was for damn sure.
He continued to watch as her mind finally processed what he said.
"What?" her voice squeaked.
Her mind reeled. Images of a young whiney brat came to mind and her mind wheeled even further. Were they working together? Was she not dead but alive and they were going to try to… well she was fucking stumped. And while she was being stumped she looked down at herself. She was still wearing the medic's uniform but it was covered in blood. As she grasped the gash in her throat
"You killed me!"
Richie actually rolled his eyes. "I did no such thing seeing as I've been dead for over 20 years."
"What?" she flipped around again, her hair swinging dramatically as she turned back to him "the cop said that you gave information about me!" all thoughts of him killing her for stealing the money flew out of her head and she thought of the laser in her bra. Oh yes, she would enjoy killing him. She should have done it in the first place and sold the kid for a tidy profit.
"She was remembering parts of the past. Hasn't remembered much until you showed up. Nothing she said to RJ in any case."
"RJ?" Stella repeated in a singsong voice. "He was as nasty a brat as she was. He also had no idea who I was or he would have told her!" She laughed and laughed and laughed.
Richard sighed. He had been in this place for well over twenty years. He knew that Stella would be here long after him. If he was ever allowed to leave this place. "He was three the last time he saw you I don't think any kid can remember shit at three years old. Shit Stell, I haven't seen him since then either, maybe once more but after the kid was big enough to run the game Paddy kept him in Ireland."
Stella thought about it. That really was amusing. The cop's husband had actually been there the day she was born. The two of them shoved into the cot because there was no crib and the boy had acted like a barrier on one side. There was no way they were losing the kid to a fall after she went through all that shit.
"One more push Stell!" Richard was going to lose his balls after this. There was no way in hell that this was natural. This kid had better bring in a fortune. How dare he have that little smirk on his face? Patrick on the other hand looked grim but held her hand none the less. He had been there for the birth of his son and according to him it was the most terrifying sight he had ever bared witness to.
The contraction hit and she pushed. The baby had come out ass first, stubbornly refusing to get the bloody hell out of her body. Like she knew what was waiting for her in this world and had said 'fuck that.'
It was silent for a humming minute as the baby was still. The doctor gave her one good tap on her back and she wailed.
And wailed.
And fucking wailed.
Even after the doctor Rich hired to deliver her had cleaned her up and all that shit that came with a baby, gave her shots and whatnot, the little snot continued to cry.
The door opened slightly and a dirty mop of black hair peeked into the room. Patrick jumped slightly, totally forgetting that he had shoved his son in the other room. Irish men will see and do many things in their lives but even he didn't think it right to subject a three year old to seeing a crabby bitch of a woman push that out of her body.
"Why don't we have a drink and bring the boy something to eat?" Richard said. "There's a bottle for her and he can sit with her until we come back. Stell is out cold."
Stella was in fact not out cold but pretending to do so because otherwise she would have to deal with her and there was no way in hell she was doing any of that.
"Sit over there boy." Richard watched. Paddy had a handle on how to feed a baby since Meg was shit at doing so and currently on one of her snits. She continually locked RJ out of the house and paddy ended up having to haul him around everywhere. He showed his son how to feed her and hold her and told him not to drop the baby or shake her or let her head roll around.
"That's a little person boy." He had said and with that they turned and left a stunned three year old literally holding the baby.
"Well bugger." Stella almost giggled. From a three year old that was the funniest thing she had heard in a while. The kids English wasn't bad. He still spoke more in Gaelic than English but Paddy tended to speak in English and his son was picking it up quickly.
"Hush. Stop bloody cryin!" he whispered it to the baby. "cryin gets ya nowhere. Tears are for wimps."
Ahh Stella thought, Paddy has been training the boy already. She peaked and eye open in time to see the boy shove the bottle in her mouth "drink it and be happy you have something to eat."
The boy fed her and made her burp like his father said; jeez the kid had a mind like a machine. And the baby shut up and slept.
Richard came back with a McDonald's bag and a drink for the boy. "Got ya a big Mac meal instead of a kid's one."
"Thanks sir" and with that the kid dove into the bag and ate ravenously.
Slightly shocked at the speed in which the three year old ate a large fry and big Mac and still managed to down the entire drink Richard poked his head at the baby. She was sleeping
Stella almost smacked herself out of that memory and watched Richard. Apparently during her little daydream he wandered away and she took the chance to study him. He was wearing his signature jeans, solid workman's boots, plaid shirt and messy brown hair. He did look a lot younger than she was. And after a long study decided he might be telling the truth and he really did die twenty some odd years ago. This also meant that he was telling the truth about the cop.
It was the eyes. It was the thing that Richard always said drew him to her. Her original eye color. The color of good whiskey and deep enough to see inside her soul.
It was the best line she had ever heard and fell hard for him. After Richie she never allowed anyone to see her eye color. Always another color, anything but brown it was just as well anyway as it helped her escape her past the way the drugs did. When she had her candy she didn't have to think about her father and her uncle. She didn't have to think about her mother's brown eyes glazed in death, and the look of peace on her sister's face as she hung limp from the twisted bed sheets she had fashioned into a noose.
She wanted candy. Just one good dose to take the edge off these thoughts. She eyed Rich again and decided to figure out where she was and why she was here. Anything to distract her from seeing her sister's eyes and the relief in them that death brought her.
"Where am I?"
Rich turned and laughed a little "Purgatory."
"Fuck that." With that in mind she strode past him and saw a door turning it and swinging it open she came face to face with her father withering and screaming as whips and chains rained down on him. The door was shut as fast as she opened it.
She saw a lot of other doors and with a little more trepidation she opened one farther down. The second she did a meaty hand hauled it open and shoved her out of the way, closing it tightly behind him.
"Well maybe that will keep him away for a while. Fucking kid." The man turned and looked down at her and his face broke out in that panty dropping grin. The original Dublin bad boy. Patrick Roarke.
"Hello dear Stell. Your ass finally joining the party?" they were almost like twins. She could see the gash in his neck; smell the alcohol on him, the sweat of a man that didn't give two shits about hygiene.
My my my how the mighty have fallen Stella thought. The Paddy she remembered may not have washed his kid but he was almost anal with showering, as though it would elevate his status in life by having clean skin. Once an animal, always an animal no matter how hard you try otherwise. Her father's favorite phrase flitted through her head.
"I'm leaving. One of these doors has to lead out."
"Afraid not lass. You're in purgatory. And the only reason that we can see each other is because our fates or whatnot is intertwined."
"What a line pat." She deadpanned. "Seriously?" she said when he continued to stare at her. It was weird to see him like this. He looked younger than herself but he always aged well. It was then she remembered that he died years back. His kid killed him in an alley. The boy was what… 11 or 12?
"Did you really let a kid take you down?"
Patrick stared at her for a full minute and then let out a roar. "NO!!! NO NO NO NO! That fucking Basil Kolchak. When it's his time I will bathe in his blood. I will cut out his tongue and eat it." Patrick continued to rant but Stella tuned him out.
Ok ewe
"Never mind that then." She muttered. Apparently after all these years Patrick Roarke was still mad as the day he died.
"He hasn't repented for his sins." Rich said from behind her. "Hey Pat. Finally escaped for a while?"
"Ya you fucker. The little shit will find me eventually. And look at you." Stella cringed at the loathing on Patrick's face "You're looking better and better every time I see you. So you feel bad? Ready to repent for your sins?"
"I shouldn't have done it. She was just a kid. My kid."
"Oh shut up." Patrick dismissed the man and smiled at Stella. "Now you are a woman who doesn't forgive or forget… or repent for her sins. We have to look out for ourselves after all."
A door slammed from somewhere above them and a set of stairs appeared. Stella screamed as two small figures stomped their way down. The boy was jumping and holding the girls hand as she jumped after him.
They looked to be about nine or ten. Both were small and had scraggily clothing. The boy kept his hand in the girls as they approached. Patrick swore and Rich waved a tentative little wave both kids returned.
"Eve, RJ, How are you two today? Having fun?" Rich said, crouching down to their level
"Not so much" RJ said. "Father ran away like a sniveling fuckhead."
The little girl, Eve giggled but stayed behind RJ and moved closer as she looked at Stella.
"You're the mommy." She stated.
"You're nothing!" Stella said. "Nasty brat."
"She's a person! They both are Stella!" Rich looked nervous and to Stella's shock and horror he defended the brats! "Stella you have to see past it. They are just kids. They should have had love and been sheltered and..."
The girl sighed and the noise had Rich falling silent and looking at her "I'm sorry" he said to her "I haven't told her you were here. She didn't know."
"That's ok." The girl nodded solemnly. "You are telling the truth."
"You should still stab him." RJ muttered darkly. "He's an ass."
"He hasn't been for a while." Eve said and murmured into the boys ear, Stella strained to catch what the child was muttering "he doesn't want to hurt me anymore. He is sorry and learning to be a better person. I'm sorry your father isn't. If it helps I still don't like him."
The boy giggled. It was odd to hear a boy giggle especially one that looked like paddy. He gave the girl a wicked grin and let go of her hand as a set of steps appeared behind Patrick.
"So, how plump are the wallets?" the boy asked as he rolled up his sleeves
"Fuck you you sniveling toad. Go fuck that little princess whore of yours."
"Is minic a ghibhean beal oscailt diog dunta" the girl said and the boy turned to nod at her before his eyes went red and he socked Patrick in the face sending him flailing and grabbing for purchase. Eve went to RJ and examined his hand, kissing it as the bruise faded "would you like some help? He seems more determined than usual."
"Always A Gra." Together they shoved a screaming and cursing Patrick down the stairs. Stella listened as she heard cracks and winced. You obviously could feel pain in hell.
Someone came tumbling down the top stairs and to Stella's confusion it was Patrick.
"The staircases all connect. There is no escaping your sentence Stella." Rich said and watched the two kids examine and poke Patrick who was, once again, out cold.
"Why are they here? They are alive!" she whispered panic now setting in. she didn't want to spend years tumbling down stairs.
"This is our sentence. Look what we did to them. Now they get to punish us. As they see fit. They are a part of us Stella. It took me a long time to realize that. I hope for your sake, you learn quicker than I did. Then again, you didn't hurt her as much as I did. I deserve torment.
"Go back to your room then." The girl said. She was holding the boys hand again. Rich nodded and moved away from Stella. "Do you want anything before I go?" he directed this question to the two children.
The girl contemplated for a moment, staring at him "no. just go away until I want to play."
He nodded and turned to leave but turned back "Eve, she hates everyone, including herself."
The girl nodded and waited until he entered a room some doors down and shut it behind him.
"Do you want to play?" she asked Stella.
Stella could do nothing but stare incredulously at the demon child thing. The boy was smirking as though he knew what she was about to do and was looking forward to the show. Stella reared back her hand to slap the girl as hard as she could but before she could get near the girl her hand began to burn it felt like paper was sawing its way into her bones. Fire was pinching her skin and turning it black.
Through the pain Stella watched the kids watching her arm with interest
"You shouldn't have done that." The boy sing songed and the girl sighed. "She's not happy RJ. What should we do?"
A memory began playing on the walls around them. In it, a young girl with scraggily brown hair was sitting on a flowered sofa, wearing jeans and a stained tee shirt with mismatched socks.
Stella, a young and way more vibrant woman back then, was clearly high and loving it. She danced around to some funky beat wearing colors that shimmered and moved to the beat of the music and the child seemed entranced by the movement and the laughter…
Stella backed up in horror at seeing that on the wall and realized that her clothes had changed from the uniform to the same dress she had been wearing that day.
Music was piped from somewhere and two dirty children were watching her expectantly. She sniffed, if those two thought that for a second she would indulge them and dance they had another thing coming. With that thought in mind she turned and marched away but the room changed. Paddy was dragged off into a room and the door slammed and the room turned into the one in the memory.
Then she began to dance. She fought it. Fought hard and was weeping within the first few minutes as her body spun and moved to a beat. The kids, why the hell was she so aware of where they were and what they were doing? Had opened a fridge and grabbed a can of Pepsi each and sat together on the couch sipping and watching her dance.
Meanwhile, back in Richards's room…
He sat on the mattress; he was given one a few years ago and had managed to keep it. He really was working on changing. Without all the drugs and booze and the years to work and reflect on his life he had changed. Seen the error of his ways and stupid as that sounded. He had learned what he had done to the girl that he was supposed to love and cherish like his mother had cherished and loved him and was horrified with himself as the years went on.
In the beginning he didn't care. He wanted out and every time he pissed off that child she would take a knife and kill him.
Over and over he would feel the sensation of dying.
After a while she began to show him how to change. It wasn't instantaneous and it was obvious that this thing wasn't his daughter but an entity of being or something. Something that had the power to teach him the ways. Part of it was her. And when she met Roarke Junior as a woman, another door opened and a boy tumbled out and raced happily towards her. She laughed and ran to him and they reunited as though they were long lost lovers… but children.
That was interesting seeing as the first thing the boy did was stab him to death… four times. And he let the boy. There was no fighting what he deserved.
For a while the kids had actually left him alone and they tortured Paddy together. Eve could speak almost fluent Gaelic and played with some of his Dublin friends but would come back either alone or with the boy to 'play' with him. And he would play father by building a dollhouse with her or playing with the dolls or even teaching her basic math. He would have to Apologize to her for being such an asshole and repeating all the things that he had done wrong in his life. Sometimes that was it, sometimes she made him sit and watch that night that she killed him.
Over and over again.
Sometimes she made him watch snippets of her life as her earthly being lived it. Juvie, the academy, and more recently when all her memories returned to her. Now every time that he was mentioned or thought about his room tuned in and he could watch what was happening like on a big screen.
He was pretty up to date on the situation in Dallas and admitted that he nearly shit himself when he saw the woman aiding McQueen was in fact Eve's mother. When he had first seen it he tore out of his room, even though he was supposed to stay put and hollered for Eve. She came, a little confused and scared with RJ behind her, his eyes already turning red, ready, Rich knew, to cut him to pieces.
"The girl with McQueen is your mother."
The kids stopped moving.
Almost as though they were listening to someone they cocked their heads and waited for a few moments before turning their attention back to him.
"Congratulations." The girl said "You just moved up another level."
"Unfortunately." The boy grumbled while the girl elbowed him and giggled.
"I don't care about that!" Rich looked incredulously at the pair. Did they not see what would happen?
"Do you two know what she would do with that kind of information? Or yet even if she just gets her hands on Eve?"
The girl came closer and patted his hand very gently. She never touched him unless she was going to kill him. "She does not find out."
The room was tuning in again. He had seen the almost rape and actually cried in remorse seeing Eve's reaction.
They were on a plane; his guess was that they were heading back to New York
"Think Peabody will like the cowboy boots? " Eve muttered with her eyes closed stroking the cat on her lap with her good arm
"She will love them."
"I died my hair blonde once" Eve said "Just a temp that washed out. For a while I hated my hair."
Roarke chuckled "that would make a picture… do you have one?"
"Jeez Roarke I was like 14." She sighed "probably." She was silent again "do you think I will look like her when I'm older?"
"No." he waited a beat "first, Peabody is younger than you and has a different body type." She glared at him and he shrugged "maybe some similarities but not really."
"I look similar."
"She has bigger" Roarke made a motion to her chest area "You would never get work done."
"I might if my tits are sagging. Oh shut up." She muttered as he held in a laugh "ya ya Eve has no boobs to sag."
"Oh darling you have great boobs." he said and hugged her sideways "You will look like you Eve. You are your own person."
"I guess. I remember a bit more about her."
He grunted "Pity."
She snuggled closer to him "she liked to dance. Jeez Roarke I remember sitting on the couch and watching her. She knew how to dress well I didn't inherit her fashion sense that's for sure. Everything down to her underwear was coordinated and she could put on the eye gunk and that stuff but I think she was a dancer. Or had lessons, sometimes when he wasn't around she cranked the music and danced. She would spin in circles and bop around and laugh. I never moved when she danced. It was like a trance and I had to watch."
"Well she's dead now. Hopefully in hell."
Eve snorted "finding out my father's dead and that I killed him." She thought about it. "I would pay lots of your money to see that."
Roarke let out a laugh "You and me both. Now let's forget about them and get some rest."
"Gee Roarke, you're like the mother I never had."
Roarke flicked her ear but complied when she snuggled even closer to him. She sighed, smelling him, her man and felt safe "I love you Roarke."
"I love you Darlin Eve."
Rich sighed as it faded out and he stretched out on his mattress to get some sleep.
Outside his door, Stella cried and cursed as her body was forced to dance and dance for the two children who watched the swirling colors of her dress. She was forced to dance even when a young woman with red hair came and grabbed the kids, putting them at the table and serving them supper.
"Why..." Stella panted as she grinded her body down "Are you here Siobhan?" she panted as she watched the woman that Patrick killed tidy up the mess that the kids made.
"Self inflicted Purgatory" she said. "I left my boy in the hands of that monster. I won't leave until those two do."
The kids happily munched on supper while Stella cried and danced.
now, before you read this remember that its fiction and i have no clue what purgatory would be like and im pretty sure that no one alive can answer that question (if it even exists but we wont get into it.) my sister liked this one that i wrote so im going to go ahead and post it. i usually just write these little ditties for myself so i hope you enjoy it.
xoxox HogwartsGirl.xoxoxox
Note: please do not read this unless you have New York to Dallas!!!
As her last breath gurgled out she floundered as she felt herself drowning. He killed her, as careful as she had always been, Isaac fucking McQueen got the jump on her. Not that it was her fault though. The bitch cop crashed into her ride forcing her into a hospital, she fucking hated hospitals with their questions and prodding although they gave some very good drugs, if you knew the right people.
As her thoughts veered she looked around and realized that she was floating through blackness glimpses of what she thought might have been her past. Once or twice she thought she saw her father but she blocked that out. She didn't want to see his fucking face now or anytime. She had endured him longer than anyone should have to deal with that son of a bitch.
It was odd, dying. She felt, empty, no stress, no high or low, no shakes which she counted as a plus. She began to wonder how long she was going to float around in the big black empty space.
She was bored.
After a while it began to get lighter around her and shapes began to form around her, almost like a room and she began to force herself into a standing position though she continued to float and slowly a shape began to form.
It took a moment for her to recognize the person the shape turned into.
"Richie fucking troy! You rat bastard, you sold me out to that cunt cop! She got me killed!"
"That cop is our daughter." His quiet voice said.
She hadn't heard that voice in years. His quiet smooth voice that had first won her over and she felt her heart flutter for him. Never mind the fact that she had stolen from him and he was likely to remember that in a moment and try to strangle her… was it possible to die twice? Was she even able to feel pain if she was dead?
Richard Troy watched Stella in amusement. She was drifting and that was a rare thing for the woman despite her drug use she was one of the most alert women that he knew. She was alert enough to steal a good chunk of his money…
Best if he didn't go down that road. Getting angry over that would do nothing to help him in purgatory that was for damn sure.
He continued to watch as her mind finally processed what he said.
"What?" her voice squeaked.
Her mind reeled. Images of a young whiney brat came to mind and her mind wheeled even further. Were they working together? Was she not dead but alive and they were going to try to… well she was fucking stumped. And while she was being stumped she looked down at herself. She was still wearing the medic's uniform but it was covered in blood. As she grasped the gash in her throat
"You killed me!"
Richie actually rolled his eyes. "I did no such thing seeing as I've been dead for over 20 years."
"What?" she flipped around again, her hair swinging dramatically as she turned back to him "the cop said that you gave information about me!" all thoughts of him killing her for stealing the money flew out of her head and she thought of the laser in her bra. Oh yes, she would enjoy killing him. She should have done it in the first place and sold the kid for a tidy profit.
"She was remembering parts of the past. Hasn't remembered much until you showed up. Nothing she said to RJ in any case."
"RJ?" Stella repeated in a singsong voice. "He was as nasty a brat as she was. He also had no idea who I was or he would have told her!" She laughed and laughed and laughed.
Richard sighed. He had been in this place for well over twenty years. He knew that Stella would be here long after him. If he was ever allowed to leave this place. "He was three the last time he saw you I don't think any kid can remember shit at three years old. Shit Stell, I haven't seen him since then either, maybe once more but after the kid was big enough to run the game Paddy kept him in Ireland."
Stella thought about it. That really was amusing. The cop's husband had actually been there the day she was born. The two of them shoved into the cot because there was no crib and the boy had acted like a barrier on one side. There was no way they were losing the kid to a fall after she went through all that shit.
"One more push Stell!" Richard was going to lose his balls after this. There was no way in hell that this was natural. This kid had better bring in a fortune. How dare he have that little smirk on his face? Patrick on the other hand looked grim but held her hand none the less. He had been there for the birth of his son and according to him it was the most terrifying sight he had ever bared witness to.
The contraction hit and she pushed. The baby had come out ass first, stubbornly refusing to get the bloody hell out of her body. Like she knew what was waiting for her in this world and had said 'fuck that.'
It was silent for a humming minute as the baby was still. The doctor gave her one good tap on her back and she wailed.
And wailed.
And fucking wailed.
Even after the doctor Rich hired to deliver her had cleaned her up and all that shit that came with a baby, gave her shots and whatnot, the little snot continued to cry.
The door opened slightly and a dirty mop of black hair peeked into the room. Patrick jumped slightly, totally forgetting that he had shoved his son in the other room. Irish men will see and do many things in their lives but even he didn't think it right to subject a three year old to seeing a crabby bitch of a woman push that out of her body.
"Why don't we have a drink and bring the boy something to eat?" Richard said. "There's a bottle for her and he can sit with her until we come back. Stell is out cold."
Stella was in fact not out cold but pretending to do so because otherwise she would have to deal with her and there was no way in hell she was doing any of that.
"Sit over there boy." Richard watched. Paddy had a handle on how to feed a baby since Meg was shit at doing so and currently on one of her snits. She continually locked RJ out of the house and paddy ended up having to haul him around everywhere. He showed his son how to feed her and hold her and told him not to drop the baby or shake her or let her head roll around.
"That's a little person boy." He had said and with that they turned and left a stunned three year old literally holding the baby.
"Well bugger." Stella almost giggled. From a three year old that was the funniest thing she had heard in a while. The kids English wasn't bad. He still spoke more in Gaelic than English but Paddy tended to speak in English and his son was picking it up quickly.
"Hush. Stop bloody cryin!" he whispered it to the baby. "cryin gets ya nowhere. Tears are for wimps."
Ahh Stella thought, Paddy has been training the boy already. She peaked and eye open in time to see the boy shove the bottle in her mouth "drink it and be happy you have something to eat."
The boy fed her and made her burp like his father said; jeez the kid had a mind like a machine. And the baby shut up and slept.
Richard came back with a McDonald's bag and a drink for the boy. "Got ya a big Mac meal instead of a kid's one."
"Thanks sir" and with that the kid dove into the bag and ate ravenously.
Slightly shocked at the speed in which the three year old ate a large fry and big Mac and still managed to down the entire drink Richard poked his head at the baby. She was sleeping
Stella almost smacked herself out of that memory and watched Richard. Apparently during her little daydream he wandered away and she took the chance to study him. He was wearing his signature jeans, solid workman's boots, plaid shirt and messy brown hair. He did look a lot younger than she was. And after a long study decided he might be telling the truth and he really did die twenty some odd years ago. This also meant that he was telling the truth about the cop.
It was the eyes. It was the thing that Richard always said drew him to her. Her original eye color. The color of good whiskey and deep enough to see inside her soul.
It was the best line she had ever heard and fell hard for him. After Richie she never allowed anyone to see her eye color. Always another color, anything but brown it was just as well anyway as it helped her escape her past the way the drugs did. When she had her candy she didn't have to think about her father and her uncle. She didn't have to think about her mother's brown eyes glazed in death, and the look of peace on her sister's face as she hung limp from the twisted bed sheets she had fashioned into a noose.
She wanted candy. Just one good dose to take the edge off these thoughts. She eyed Rich again and decided to figure out where she was and why she was here. Anything to distract her from seeing her sister's eyes and the relief in them that death brought her.
"Where am I?"
Rich turned and laughed a little "Purgatory."
"Fuck that." With that in mind she strode past him and saw a door turning it and swinging it open she came face to face with her father withering and screaming as whips and chains rained down on him. The door was shut as fast as she opened it.
She saw a lot of other doors and with a little more trepidation she opened one farther down. The second she did a meaty hand hauled it open and shoved her out of the way, closing it tightly behind him.
"Well maybe that will keep him away for a while. Fucking kid." The man turned and looked down at her and his face broke out in that panty dropping grin. The original Dublin bad boy. Patrick Roarke.
"Hello dear Stell. Your ass finally joining the party?" they were almost like twins. She could see the gash in his neck; smell the alcohol on him, the sweat of a man that didn't give two shits about hygiene.
My my my how the mighty have fallen Stella thought. The Paddy she remembered may not have washed his kid but he was almost anal with showering, as though it would elevate his status in life by having clean skin. Once an animal, always an animal no matter how hard you try otherwise. Her father's favorite phrase flitted through her head.
"I'm leaving. One of these doors has to lead out."
"Afraid not lass. You're in purgatory. And the only reason that we can see each other is because our fates or whatnot is intertwined."
"What a line pat." She deadpanned. "Seriously?" she said when he continued to stare at her. It was weird to see him like this. He looked younger than herself but he always aged well. It was then she remembered that he died years back. His kid killed him in an alley. The boy was what… 11 or 12?
"Did you really let a kid take you down?"
Patrick stared at her for a full minute and then let out a roar. "NO!!! NO NO NO NO! That fucking Basil Kolchak. When it's his time I will bathe in his blood. I will cut out his tongue and eat it." Patrick continued to rant but Stella tuned him out.
Ok ewe
"Never mind that then." She muttered. Apparently after all these years Patrick Roarke was still mad as the day he died.
"He hasn't repented for his sins." Rich said from behind her. "Hey Pat. Finally escaped for a while?"
"Ya you fucker. The little shit will find me eventually. And look at you." Stella cringed at the loathing on Patrick's face "You're looking better and better every time I see you. So you feel bad? Ready to repent for your sins?"
"I shouldn't have done it. She was just a kid. My kid."
"Oh shut up." Patrick dismissed the man and smiled at Stella. "Now you are a woman who doesn't forgive or forget… or repent for her sins. We have to look out for ourselves after all."
A door slammed from somewhere above them and a set of stairs appeared. Stella screamed as two small figures stomped their way down. The boy was jumping and holding the girls hand as she jumped after him.
They looked to be about nine or ten. Both were small and had scraggily clothing. The boy kept his hand in the girls as they approached. Patrick swore and Rich waved a tentative little wave both kids returned.
"Eve, RJ, How are you two today? Having fun?" Rich said, crouching down to their level
"Not so much" RJ said. "Father ran away like a sniveling fuckhead."
The little girl, Eve giggled but stayed behind RJ and moved closer as she looked at Stella.
"You're the mommy." She stated.
"You're nothing!" Stella said. "Nasty brat."
"She's a person! They both are Stella!" Rich looked nervous and to Stella's shock and horror he defended the brats! "Stella you have to see past it. They are just kids. They should have had love and been sheltered and..."
The girl sighed and the noise had Rich falling silent and looking at her "I'm sorry" he said to her "I haven't told her you were here. She didn't know."
"That's ok." The girl nodded solemnly. "You are telling the truth."
"You should still stab him." RJ muttered darkly. "He's an ass."
"He hasn't been for a while." Eve said and murmured into the boys ear, Stella strained to catch what the child was muttering "he doesn't want to hurt me anymore. He is sorry and learning to be a better person. I'm sorry your father isn't. If it helps I still don't like him."
The boy giggled. It was odd to hear a boy giggle especially one that looked like paddy. He gave the girl a wicked grin and let go of her hand as a set of steps appeared behind Patrick.
"So, how plump are the wallets?" the boy asked as he rolled up his sleeves
"Fuck you you sniveling toad. Go fuck that little princess whore of yours."
"Is minic a ghibhean beal oscailt diog dunta" the girl said and the boy turned to nod at her before his eyes went red and he socked Patrick in the face sending him flailing and grabbing for purchase. Eve went to RJ and examined his hand, kissing it as the bruise faded "would you like some help? He seems more determined than usual."
"Always A Gra." Together they shoved a screaming and cursing Patrick down the stairs. Stella listened as she heard cracks and winced. You obviously could feel pain in hell.
Someone came tumbling down the top stairs and to Stella's confusion it was Patrick.
"The staircases all connect. There is no escaping your sentence Stella." Rich said and watched the two kids examine and poke Patrick who was, once again, out cold.
"Why are they here? They are alive!" she whispered panic now setting in. she didn't want to spend years tumbling down stairs.
"This is our sentence. Look what we did to them. Now they get to punish us. As they see fit. They are a part of us Stella. It took me a long time to realize that. I hope for your sake, you learn quicker than I did. Then again, you didn't hurt her as much as I did. I deserve torment.
"Go back to your room then." The girl said. She was holding the boys hand again. Rich nodded and moved away from Stella. "Do you want anything before I go?" he directed this question to the two children.
The girl contemplated for a moment, staring at him "no. just go away until I want to play."
He nodded and turned to leave but turned back "Eve, she hates everyone, including herself."
The girl nodded and waited until he entered a room some doors down and shut it behind him.
"Do you want to play?" she asked Stella.
Stella could do nothing but stare incredulously at the demon child thing. The boy was smirking as though he knew what she was about to do and was looking forward to the show. Stella reared back her hand to slap the girl as hard as she could but before she could get near the girl her hand began to burn it felt like paper was sawing its way into her bones. Fire was pinching her skin and turning it black.
Through the pain Stella watched the kids watching her arm with interest
"You shouldn't have done that." The boy sing songed and the girl sighed. "She's not happy RJ. What should we do?"
A memory began playing on the walls around them. In it, a young girl with scraggily brown hair was sitting on a flowered sofa, wearing jeans and a stained tee shirt with mismatched socks.
Stella, a young and way more vibrant woman back then, was clearly high and loving it. She danced around to some funky beat wearing colors that shimmered and moved to the beat of the music and the child seemed entranced by the movement and the laughter…
Stella backed up in horror at seeing that on the wall and realized that her clothes had changed from the uniform to the same dress she had been wearing that day.
Music was piped from somewhere and two dirty children were watching her expectantly. She sniffed, if those two thought that for a second she would indulge them and dance they had another thing coming. With that thought in mind she turned and marched away but the room changed. Paddy was dragged off into a room and the door slammed and the room turned into the one in the memory.
Then she began to dance. She fought it. Fought hard and was weeping within the first few minutes as her body spun and moved to a beat. The kids, why the hell was she so aware of where they were and what they were doing? Had opened a fridge and grabbed a can of Pepsi each and sat together on the couch sipping and watching her dance.
Meanwhile, back in Richards's room…
He sat on the mattress; he was given one a few years ago and had managed to keep it. He really was working on changing. Without all the drugs and booze and the years to work and reflect on his life he had changed. Seen the error of his ways and stupid as that sounded. He had learned what he had done to the girl that he was supposed to love and cherish like his mother had cherished and loved him and was horrified with himself as the years went on.
In the beginning he didn't care. He wanted out and every time he pissed off that child she would take a knife and kill him.
Over and over he would feel the sensation of dying.
After a while she began to show him how to change. It wasn't instantaneous and it was obvious that this thing wasn't his daughter but an entity of being or something. Something that had the power to teach him the ways. Part of it was her. And when she met Roarke Junior as a woman, another door opened and a boy tumbled out and raced happily towards her. She laughed and ran to him and they reunited as though they were long lost lovers… but children.
That was interesting seeing as the first thing the boy did was stab him to death… four times. And he let the boy. There was no fighting what he deserved.
For a while the kids had actually left him alone and they tortured Paddy together. Eve could speak almost fluent Gaelic and played with some of his Dublin friends but would come back either alone or with the boy to 'play' with him. And he would play father by building a dollhouse with her or playing with the dolls or even teaching her basic math. He would have to Apologize to her for being such an asshole and repeating all the things that he had done wrong in his life. Sometimes that was it, sometimes she made him sit and watch that night that she killed him.
Over and over again.
Sometimes she made him watch snippets of her life as her earthly being lived it. Juvie, the academy, and more recently when all her memories returned to her. Now every time that he was mentioned or thought about his room tuned in and he could watch what was happening like on a big screen.
He was pretty up to date on the situation in Dallas and admitted that he nearly shit himself when he saw the woman aiding McQueen was in fact Eve's mother. When he had first seen it he tore out of his room, even though he was supposed to stay put and hollered for Eve. She came, a little confused and scared with RJ behind her, his eyes already turning red, ready, Rich knew, to cut him to pieces.
"The girl with McQueen is your mother."
The kids stopped moving.
Almost as though they were listening to someone they cocked their heads and waited for a few moments before turning their attention back to him.
"Congratulations." The girl said "You just moved up another level."
"Unfortunately." The boy grumbled while the girl elbowed him and giggled.
"I don't care about that!" Rich looked incredulously at the pair. Did they not see what would happen?
"Do you two know what she would do with that kind of information? Or yet even if she just gets her hands on Eve?"
The girl came closer and patted his hand very gently. She never touched him unless she was going to kill him. "She does not find out."
The room was tuning in again. He had seen the almost rape and actually cried in remorse seeing Eve's reaction.
They were on a plane; his guess was that they were heading back to New York
"Think Peabody will like the cowboy boots? " Eve muttered with her eyes closed stroking the cat on her lap with her good arm
"She will love them."
"I died my hair blonde once" Eve said "Just a temp that washed out. For a while I hated my hair."
Roarke chuckled "that would make a picture… do you have one?"
"Jeez Roarke I was like 14." She sighed "probably." She was silent again "do you think I will look like her when I'm older?"
"No." he waited a beat "first, Peabody is younger than you and has a different body type." She glared at him and he shrugged "maybe some similarities but not really."
"I look similar."
"She has bigger" Roarke made a motion to her chest area "You would never get work done."
"I might if my tits are sagging. Oh shut up." She muttered as he held in a laugh "ya ya Eve has no boobs to sag."
"Oh darling you have great boobs." he said and hugged her sideways "You will look like you Eve. You are your own person."
"I guess. I remember a bit more about her."
He grunted "Pity."
She snuggled closer to him "she liked to dance. Jeez Roarke I remember sitting on the couch and watching her. She knew how to dress well I didn't inherit her fashion sense that's for sure. Everything down to her underwear was coordinated and she could put on the eye gunk and that stuff but I think she was a dancer. Or had lessons, sometimes when he wasn't around she cranked the music and danced. She would spin in circles and bop around and laugh. I never moved when she danced. It was like a trance and I had to watch."
"Well she's dead now. Hopefully in hell."
Eve snorted "finding out my father's dead and that I killed him." She thought about it. "I would pay lots of your money to see that."
Roarke let out a laugh "You and me both. Now let's forget about them and get some rest."
"Gee Roarke, you're like the mother I never had."
Roarke flicked her ear but complied when she snuggled even closer to him. She sighed, smelling him, her man and felt safe "I love you Roarke."
"I love you Darlin Eve."
Rich sighed as it faded out and he stretched out on his mattress to get some sleep.
Outside his door, Stella cried and cursed as her body was forced to dance and dance for the two children who watched the swirling colors of her dress. She was forced to dance even when a young woman with red hair came and grabbed the kids, putting them at the table and serving them supper.
"Why..." Stella panted as she grinded her body down "Are you here Siobhan?" she panted as she watched the woman that Patrick killed tidy up the mess that the kids made.
"Self inflicted Purgatory" she said. "I left my boy in the hands of that monster. I won't leave until those two do."
The kids happily munched on supper while Stella cried and danced.
well I'll clean up a couple of randoms and put em up here. Ok by me if someone else enjoys them as well.
Really unique take on the lives of Eve and Roarke. Opens up much more of their past and is a new twist on Purgatory (Catholic background). Interesting that Richie is repenting...is he? (still a skeptic re him)
Keep it coming!!!! Please!