What have I done?

Gabriel was curled up in a corner of the massive room, a small, pale figure in the vast bareness save for a threaded carpet, an old couch, and a chair. The fire crackling cheerily from a hearth wasn’t doing anything to ward off the chill from the atmosphere, or the gloom of the room with boarded windows and a single door.

Jordan swore as the monster grabbed his neck from the back pulling him away from Gabriel's huddled form when he took a step. He struggled against the man’s grip, trying to fend him off. A movement in his peripheral vision distracted him. Hand pressed against his adversary’s throat as they thrashed on the stained carpet spread across the floor, Jordan chanced a glance.

Gabriel was standing up, a few feet from them, naked except for the blood that covered his body. An iron tool, probably from the fireplace was held loosely in his hand.

But it was not the stark nudity or the blood coating his legs that unsettled Jordan. It was the look in Gabriel's eyes that scared him.

Rage, pure and absolute, feral fire that burned behind those once innocent eyes. Eyes that had displayed love and affection, that could melt the coldest hearts, were blazing with hatred, an inhuman quality to them.

With each unsteady step forward, Gabriel's grip on the tool tightened.

Both Jordan and the other man stopped in their scuffle, paralyzed in their shock and apprehension.

Gabriel stopped in-front of them, for a while, he just watched, eyes locked on the stunned face of the man currently pinning Jordan to the ground, hands around his neck. Gabriel's lips twitched, breath heavy. He let out an animalistic roar; wiry arms raised the tool and in one powerful sweep, hit the man in the head, making him topple off. Gabriel didn’t curse, didn’t cry either. Just screamed, painful and unforgiving, frightening at the same time, as the fire iron met its target again and again.

The bone of the skull caved and cracked, blood and brain matter splattered across the carpet and the furniture, seeping into the fabric, but the blows didn’t stop.

The violence was a sign of how much Gabriel had suffered, how much he hurt, how ruined. Jordan couldn’t take it anymore. He stepped behind Gabriel and wrapped his arms around him, pulling him back towards the old, worn out couch.

The tool was dropped and the screams stopped. The silence that followed would have been a relief if not for the frantic heart beating in his chest and the gore that surrounded them.

Jordan held Gabriel close, his head resting on Jordan's broad shoulders, warm breath tickling the skin of his neck. Gabriel needed attention, but he wanted to make sure it would be Gabriel, his Gabriel, he would get back, not an empty, twisted version of him.

It was a futile hope, if the scene moments ago was an indication, but hope still.

Minutes ticked by and Jordan waited, hands tightening around a narrow waist at the slightest movement. A shudder went through the lithe form in his arms, strong fingers clutched at his jacket tightly.

He dared to hope, carefully shifting to look at the young man who had taught him to be a hero.

Large dark brown eyes, filled with tears and entirely human, stared back at him. They blinked and a single tear escaped the lids, thin lips quivered and pure agony marred the flawless face. Jordan pulled him even closer, sheltering his broken love in the sanctuary of his arms. Not minding in the least, when tears and blood wet his shirt, and damp trails sneaked down his own cheeks.

Gabriel.

Don't worry. The killing was justified. The man was a fucking perv. He was trying to get a boy from the park to get in his truck. So I kinda abandoned Gallow...whoops. Sorry buddy. And snuck into the pervs truck bed. 

When I got there there were about five or six other douche bags. Who obviously were stronger then me. They beat me up and stripped me. Luckily I distracted them long enough for the poor boy to escape. I don't know how I'd live knowing they'd done something to him. They tied me up and did what pervs do. Eventually there was only two guys left and the one was in the restroom at the time. I made quick work of the knots and whacked the one guy on the head. He dropped like a fly. The other guy however...he was STRONG. He was the one I just described killing. 

Sorry if this seems insensitive I'm still in shock.