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cherry916Title: Mind Numbing
Summary: "It's scary how your own mind doesn't even agree with your actions anymore." Gordon didn't know right from wrong these days. All he knew was the 'voice' telling him Sam Winchester must die. Set Season 2. Crazy Gordon/Limp Sam/Protective Dean
Oh my here we go…
Gordon sat in his motel room not daring to leave. The 'voice' had told him it was not wise to leave or he would spoil his whole plan but he had the urge to just go to Farmland and splatter the Winchesters brains out while he was asleep. He grinned at the thought it made him happy to think about it.
The 'voice' had told him though not to think about the kill it would only intensify his impulse. He had to find something else to do.
He needed to sleep; yes, he has not slept in days. The thought of it all too intense to even close his eyes. Gordon stalked to his bed and inched himself in, trying to get comfortable.
"Sleep Gordon. Sleep."
"Yes." He did what he was told and he would not think about the kill, he would not disobey.
Gordon stalked closer to the door he could smell his scent the evil oozing out of his pours. They were all alone, he loved it.
He could hear the terrified heart beat inside, the desperate attempts to get free, and muffled pleas for his older brother.
Gordon bust open the door to meet the terrified face of Sam Winchester, older brother nowhere to be found. He grinned to himself he had this thought countless times but never actually dreamed of this moment. He crept closer and laid a chilly hand on the boy's bare chest. He watched as a shiver coursed through and the boy struggled with his bonds on the bed. It brought joy to his heart. The 'voice' never said he could not have a little help.
The 'voice' had told him it would be cleaner to just keep the victim quiet, to gag him. He never disobeyed but he sulked at the thought of not hearing him beg for mercy. That was one reward he did miss.
He moved his hand up and down delighting in the shutters. "Ah Sammy I've been waiting a long time for this moment." He took the gun and placed it above his heart, and watched him freeze instantly.
"No, Sammy not a shot through the heart. That is too easy. I want a shot through the head." He laughed as he continued his stroking. "I want to see your brain splatter these walls. I want your brain to splatter on me. The 'voice' said it's more memorable." He snickered at the muffled cries and yells. Most of them sounded like Dean, how pathetic.
"I'm doing the world a favor Sammy boy. Ya know what I'm not sorry in anyway." Gordon took the gun and placed it on Sam's forehead, he fingered the trigger.
"Gordon!"
"What!" Gordon turned around only to be met with a gun pointed at his face, held by Dean.
Bang!
Gordon shot out of bed, as he looked around feeling his forehead. Sighing in relief that his head was still intact. He needed to talk to the 'voice' he dreamed of the kill now he screwed it up, now Dean will get in the way.
Gordon strode quickly down to the alley way to be encompassed by the darkness it is the only place he felt safe. He quickly emerged himself into and waited for the 'voice' to answer his calls.
"Gordon I see you went against my authority."
"Yes, I'm sorry I didn't mean to dream of it." He pleaded as he heard the malice behind 'its words. He did not want to be stopped not after he come so far.
"Gordon you do know this could appose a problem."
"Yes I understand how do I fix it?" He asked wanting to fix his selfish mistake wanting to make the world better.
"We need Dean Winchester out of the way. Are you sure your friend can handle it?"
"Of course, he's a pain in the ass so is Dean. It fit's." Gordon shrugged as he see it fit. Roy was the only one he knew that could probably piss Dean off until Dean went totally insane enough to kill him.
"I need sincere validation."
"Positive, I will kill Sam Winchester." He vowed as he took more pride knowing that is what the 'voice' liked to hear.
"Good. Don't let that dream happen again or I will find someone else. Do you understand?"
"I understand." He gulped as the 'voice' vanished and he was left alone yet again in the awaiting darkness.
Another lose cannon gone bi-polar.
Slipped down, couldn't get much lower.
Quicksand's got no sense of humor.
I'm still laughing like hell.
You think that the cryin to me,
Looking so sorry that I'm gonna believe,
You've been infected by a social disease.
Well, then take your medicine. …Sound of Madness
Chapter Five
Summary: "It's scary how your own mind doesn't even agree with your actions anymore." Gordon didn't know right from wrong these days. All he knew was the 'voice' telling him Sam Winchester must die. Set Season 2. Crazy Gordon/Limp Sam/Protective Dean
Oh my here we go…
Gordon sat in his motel room not daring to leave. The 'voice' had told him it was not wise to leave or he would spoil his whole plan but he had the urge to just go to Farmland and splatter the Winchesters brains out while he was asleep. He grinned at the thought it made him happy to think about it.
The 'voice' had told him though not to think about the kill it would only intensify his impulse. He had to find something else to do.
He needed to sleep; yes, he has not slept in days. The thought of it all too intense to even close his eyes. Gordon stalked to his bed and inched himself in, trying to get comfortable.
"Sleep Gordon. Sleep."
"Yes." He did what he was told and he would not think about the kill, he would not disobey.
Gordon stalked closer to the door he could smell his scent the evil oozing out of his pours. They were all alone, he loved it.
He could hear the terrified heart beat inside, the desperate attempts to get free, and muffled pleas for his older brother.
Gordon bust open the door to meet the terrified face of Sam Winchester, older brother nowhere to be found. He grinned to himself he had this thought countless times but never actually dreamed of this moment. He crept closer and laid a chilly hand on the boy's bare chest. He watched as a shiver coursed through and the boy struggled with his bonds on the bed. It brought joy to his heart. The 'voice' never said he could not have a little help.
The 'voice' had told him it would be cleaner to just keep the victim quiet, to gag him. He never disobeyed but he sulked at the thought of not hearing him beg for mercy. That was one reward he did miss.
He moved his hand up and down delighting in the shutters. "Ah Sammy I've been waiting a long time for this moment." He took the gun and placed it above his heart, and watched him freeze instantly.
"No, Sammy not a shot through the heart. That is too easy. I want a shot through the head." He laughed as he continued his stroking. "I want to see your brain splatter these walls. I want your brain to splatter on me. The 'voice' said it's more memorable." He snickered at the muffled cries and yells. Most of them sounded like Dean, how pathetic.
"I'm doing the world a favor Sammy boy. Ya know what I'm not sorry in anyway." Gordon took the gun and placed it on Sam's forehead, he fingered the trigger.
"Gordon!"
"What!" Gordon turned around only to be met with a gun pointed at his face, held by Dean.
Bang!
Gordon shot out of bed, as he looked around feeling his forehead. Sighing in relief that his head was still intact. He needed to talk to the 'voice' he dreamed of the kill now he screwed it up, now Dean will get in the way.
Gordon strode quickly down to the alley way to be encompassed by the darkness it is the only place he felt safe. He quickly emerged himself into and waited for the 'voice' to answer his calls.
"Gordon I see you went against my authority."
"Yes, I'm sorry I didn't mean to dream of it." He pleaded as he heard the malice behind 'its words. He did not want to be stopped not after he come so far.
"Gordon you do know this could appose a problem."
"Yes I understand how do I fix it?" He asked wanting to fix his selfish mistake wanting to make the world better.
"We need Dean Winchester out of the way. Are you sure your friend can handle it?"
"Of course, he's a pain in the ass so is Dean. It fit's." Gordon shrugged as he see it fit. Roy was the only one he knew that could probably piss Dean off until Dean went totally insane enough to kill him.
"I need sincere validation."
"Positive, I will kill Sam Winchester." He vowed as he took more pride knowing that is what the 'voice' liked to hear.
"Good. Don't let that dream happen again or I will find someone else. Do you understand?"
"I understand." He gulped as the 'voice' vanished and he was left alone yet again in the awaiting darkness.
Another lose cannon gone bi-polar.
Slipped down, couldn't get much lower.
Quicksand's got no sense of humor.
I'm still laughing like hell.
You think that the cryin to me,
Looking so sorry that I'm gonna believe,
You've been infected by a social disease.
Well, then take your medicine. …Sound of Madness
Chapter Five
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Date: 2010-11-19 03:37 am (UTC)It's one of my older stories and certainly could have been written better and combed through for errors and have a better sense of plot line. So I'm flattered you want to read it lol