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Title: Helter Skelter
Author: cybertronics
Fandom: Castle of Nations
Pairing: Karl/Climber
Rating: PG (violence, light non-con slash)
Summary: Karl and Climber have a fun little run-in at an abandoned building.



"It's been too long."

The voice broke the stale silence festering away at the abandoned residence.

The structure was it's own ghost town, enormous and laced with corridor labyrinths of black and blues and greys. It held high a broken air of inhabitants long since passed. Occasional rays of light from ceiling cracks fell onto indistinguishable stone structures.

And Climber couldn't help but feel fatally attracted to this place that reminded him so much of that park.

He'd been leaning on one of the crumbling structures, basking in the simplicity and nostalgia of it all when the voice spoke. His head sprung up in it's direction.

"Of course I'd hate to waste such overused phrases on you, of all people."

Him. Neither the voice nor the distanced silhouette were strangers to Climber. He became aware of a painfully unwarranted feeling of anxiety well up in the pit up his stomach.

The door closed behind Karl's figure and his body became a part of the building's darkness.

A clack. Then another. Climber listened intently as the sociopath drew nearer, his pacing deliberately timed, deliberately slow. The figure became gradually visible until Karl stood before Climber, less than a mere arms-width from touching.

Climber glowered and his body tensed, ready for the need to defend himself. At the very least, Arma was perched a good distance away. That made defense, escape, and possibly even offense all viable options. That is, if he were able to act first. At the moment though, his body was displaying a stubborn unwillingness to budge.

"After all..." Karl continued.

Climber tightened his grip on the pick axe. Karl moved a slow, open palm upwards, allowing it to linger on the mannequin's cheek. But instead of the reasonable feeling of comfort, Climber simply felt sickly alarmed. It was fake. A silently laughing joke at kindness, a foreign thing Karl couldn't and wouldn't understand.

"Such a dear, dear friend deserves to feel that he's just that. I'd hate you to feel all alone in this big, scary place."

Climber grimaced at the mock pity. He wanted desperately to pull away right then and there, but couldn't seem to find whatever it was he needed in order to do so.

"But let me tell you - "

Karl moved nearer, leaning in so that his mouth brushed against the opposite side of Climber's face. The closeness was suffocating.

" - all of it will be over very soon. Don't you worry about a thing."

Karl drew back and if Climber knew what God was, he'd thank him out of eternal gratitude for that simple separation of space.

Unfortunately he was too late to notice the hand swing back up and knock him to the ground in a single deft blow. Climber made a move to stand, but Karl's foot came crashing down and into forced impact with the puppet's stomach.

"Oh my. Laying around on the job, are we, soldier? I can't blame you, really now, you look terribly exhausted. Mind if I help with that?"

The foot pressed down harder with each following moment. Climber grunted in pain.

"What was that?" Karl lifted a hand to his non-existent ear. He paused. "That's a yes? Oh, terrific answer, I must say. You see, you can't imagine how concerned about your health I've been. Especially from our last little...run in." He laughed briefly. "Well then..."

With that, the sociopath struck once more. A curved metallic blade burrowed into Climber's shoulder, provided by Arma and knocking him into subconsciousness.

"Sleep well, dear Climber."

Climber awoke God knows how many hours later. Or days. He stood. He brushed himself off. He noticed the sudden throbbing in his upper right shoulder and winced more in surprise than pain.

Adrelin began to boil inside him when he remembered the scenario that happened just before passing out. His eyes darted frantically, left, right, left, up and down. He scanned the corridors. Around the statues. Nothing.

Karl was gone and that was more than enough to start the remainder of the day off well.

He left the forever abandoned building and into the white light of the outside city. It was still a long way to go. And he knew Karl would be waiting for him. And next time, he'd be prepared.