Adult-FanFiction.org : Television / Streaming

Adam	By : kattanon Category: S through Z > The Shield Views: 1482 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own The Shield, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 14
- 15
- 16
Disclaimer: - I don�t own any of the characters of The Shield, they all belong to Shawn Ryan and FX.

Adam Fourth Interlude Part B
After he had led Adam to his suite of rooms and shown him the closet full of expensive new clothes in his size. The luxurious bathroom with the huge fluffy towels and the shower big enough for about four people to fit into. The table with fresh bread rolls which were still warm and a bowl of steaming tomato soup, and a jug of ice water with ice cubes bobbing on the surface; after he had shown Adam all these wonders Taylor had simple left telling Adam he�d be back soon.
Adam heard the lock click shut on the door after Taylor had closed it and acknowledged what he had already surmised �that this was as much his prison as his dark cell had been. But looking at the luxury that surrounded him, and smelling the delicious soup on the table, and considering the promise that he�d no longer be all alone that he�d have human contact he also acknowledged that at that exact moment he didn�t really care. He was out of that awful place and back in the real world, back in the light, alive again after being buried for so long and that was all that counted.
For a moment he stood torn between the need to get clean and the hunger and thirst that consumed him. The need for sustenance won out in the end and he was sure he�d never tasted anything better and more refreshing and nourishing than the water and soup he sat at the table to consume.
After he�d drunk half the jug of cold refreshing water and licked his soup bowl clean, sucking every last bread crumb from his fingers Adam decided it was time to get himself clean too. Walking into the bathroom he paused at the threshold to the room startled when he caught sight of the wild looking stranger that was staring back at him from across the room. It actually took him several seconds to realise that he was facing a full length mirror on the opposite wall that he�d failed to notice before when Taylor had briefly let him stick his head around the door to look quickly around the room earlier. It seemed that the dirty, scruffy, ragged visage that faced him wasn�t some street person but was actually his own reflection. Walking forward he stopped mere inches from the glass and studied what he saw there.
His hair was definitely a little longer falling over his shirt collar and flopping over his forehead, it was also matted into tangles and greasy, and it made his head itch just looking at it. He had a scruffy beard that was kind of patchy and reddish in colour and reminded him of why, after a brief attempt at a beard when he was twenty, he was always clean shaven. It hadn�t developed into a kind of wild bird�s nest on his face or anything but it just looked � wrong. His skin was streaked with dirt and a slight sniff in the direction of his armpits had him wrinkling his nose in disgust at the ripe aroma that emanated from them. He felt slightly ashamed when he remembered that in the early days of his incarceration he�d tried to keep up a semblance of personal hygiene even if he did only have cold water to wash with. But eventually as his grasp on reality had begun to slip he hadn�t really cared if he smelt or not. Looking at himself now with his dirty, torn shirt and pants, and his face and hands dirt streaked he felt an overwhelming sense of sadness for the rather forlorn figure that looked back at him from the mirror.
Adam took a deep breath and resolved to wipe this person he was gazing at away. If he wanted Taylor to keep him up here in the light with him then he�d better shed this tramp image pretty quickly.
He hesitated for a moment between stepping into the gigantic shower or shaving off the offending facial hair. The shave narrowly came out on top. He wanted to be able to see himself again not this fuzzy faced stranger. So moving over to the sink he used the shaving equipment, foam and safety razors that had been left for him and set about shedding his beard.
As he shaved he gazed at himself in the mirror over the double sink, but it was in a distracted fashion. It was almost as if he was focused so narrowly on watching the soapy foam cover the hair on his face and the raspy scrape of steel blades as they cut swathes through his unwanted beard that he didn�t fully focus on his face as a whole. His attention only left the movement of the blades across his chin and cheeks when he looked down into the sink to watch the shorn bristles swirl around with the discarded foam in the running water and disappear from view down the plug hole. When he�d finished he snatched up a towel and patted his face dry barely noticing the speckles of red he left on it�s soft white surface from the numerous nicks and cuts he�d inflicted upon himself with his slightly unsteady hands.
It wasn�t until he returned to stand in front of the full length mirror where he�d first seen himself once more that he really took proper notice of how he looked now. That he looked deeper then just the surface.
Reaching out one finger he rested the tip of it against the cool, hard surface of the glass touching the reflection of his face. It looked kind of bizarre in one sense. The top half of his face was dirty while the lower half of his face was now clean and pale. Too pale, he thought absently, paler then it had been. He�d faded somewhat in the dark it seemed. At least though he recognised this face and on the glass his fingertip traced the outline of his lips, the curve of his chin, the line of his nose. However, when he finally, properly, looked into his eyes he quickly withdrew his finger almost as if he�d been burnt, which in a way he had been, but not by fire, but by ice. He flinched back from the cold, empty, slightly desperate look in his eyes that he knew was alien to him. As he stared he was sure he saw some of the darkness that had gotten inside him swirling in their depths.
Pulling his gaze away from the hollow facsimile that wore his face Adam stumbled towards the shower practically tearing his clothes off in his hurry to get under it�s hot, cleansing spray. He was desperate to try to wash the cold darkness he felt inside himself away with the dirt and the grime.
- 14
- 15
- 16
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Adult-FanFiction.Org is not in any way associated with or related to FanFiction.Net

Adult-FanFiction.org (AFF, the site), its owners, agents, and any other entities related to Adult-FanFiction.org or the AFF forum take no responsibility for the works posted to the Adult-FanFiction.org by its members.

While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.

All works displayed here, whether pictorial or literary, are the property of their owners and not Adult-FanFiction.org. Opinions stated in profiles of users may not reflect the opinions or views of Adult-FanFiction.org or any of its owners, agents, or related entities.

Website Domain ©2002-2017 by Apollo. PHP scripting, CSS style sheets, Database layout & Original artwork ©2005-2017 C. Kennington. Restructured Database & Forum skins ©2007-2017 J. Salva. Images, coding, and any other potentially liftable content may not be used without express written permission from their respective creator(s). Thank you for visiting!

Powered by Fiction Portal 2.0
Modifications © Manta2g, DemonGoddess
Site Owner - Apollo

Adam