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Disclaimer: - I don�t own any of the characters of The Shield, they all belong to Shawn Ryan and FX.
Night � Chapter 21.
The sky was still streaked with the colours of dawn and the sun had barely crept into the sky when Dutch heard the door to the room open. He sighed quietly and prepared himself, today was the day he was destined to die and he was determined to meet his end with as much equanimity as he could muster.
"Time to get ready." Simon said.
Dutch turned towards him and was surprised to see he was holding one of his suits in his arms. At Dutch�s questioning look Simon told him,
"I always bring a set of work clothes to be worn for the occasion. Of course it�s usually a uniform but in your case it had to be a suit and I always liked you in this one."
Dutch thought that this was probably the most surreal moment of his entire life. Simon was talking about "�the occasion�" as if he was discussing a party or something not his execution. The dark blue suit Simon held did happen to be one of Dutch�s favourites too, but now he knew Simon liked it he found he rather despised it. Then he mentally chided himself, what was he thinking, as if it mattered what suit he was going to be wearing. Jesus he was loosing his mind, the sooner this was finished with the better.
As Simon came forward, and after placing the suit at the end of the bed, while he began to untie him, Dutch had to satisfy his curiosity on one point,
"How�how are you going to do it. I�um�I know it�s always different, and I was�ah�wondering well� you know?"
He winced slightly as he tripped over his own tongue as he asked Simon to tell him how he was going to die. He was supposed to be being cool and collected, not stuttering and stammering like an idiot>
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"Oh you�ll see soon enough. Don�t worry it�ll be�it�ll be over quickly I promise." Simon smiled reassuringly at him as he said it, and Dutch shuddered.
Sitting up he reached over and pulled his clothes towards him. Not only the suit he noted but a shirt and tie and even underwear. He lightly caressed the material with his hand it would feel good to have some clothes on again, perhaps a little of his dignity would be put back with each item of clothing.
*
Simon watched Holland as he gazed at the clothes on the bed, and slowly, almost reverently ran his hands over each item. He would be sorry when this was over he had been really enjoying his time here with Holland. It would be a shame to have to leave it all behind and move on; he wasn�t sure where he was going yet. Perhaps Seattle or down to Mexico for a little break, let things cool off a little now that he knew the FBI were onto him. Even Simon realised it would only be a matter of time before they caught up with him.
Turning his attention back to Holland Simon saw that he was having some difficulty dressing himself. His fingers were still red and swollen from the punishment that Simon had been forced to inflict on him for his bad behaviour, and he was finding it difficult to manipulate the clothes as he tried to put them on. He�d managed to pull on his underwear and the shirt but there was no way he�d be able to do up the buttons by himself, so Simon stepped forward to help. Holland passively allowed Simon to take over and sat still and quiet as he dressed him. While he did up the buttons on Holland�s shirt Simon noticed a slight tremble which was present in Holland�s body. A brush against his chest while bringing the two sides of the shirt together to be done up also told Simon that Holland was rather hot. A surreptitious glance at his face, which was calm with his eyes closed, confirmed Simon�s suspicion that Holland had a slight fever. Well there was no need to be sentimental now; it was a good thing that this was day seven. If he was going to be like Peter and get ill then, just like Peter before him, he would be no fun whatsoever for Simon. Besides he would be doing Holland a favour too, better to put him out of his misery quickly before he suffered too much then let him linger on like Peter had. Thinking back Simon remembered that Peter had been in such a state at the end that he�d been barely able to kneel on the ground in front of Simon. When Simon had pulled the trigger sending a bullet into Peter�s brain he thought it had been like putting down a sick dog.
Wanting to get on Simon quickly and efficiently got Holland dressed. Holland himself passively obeyed Simon�s instructions of when to stand up and sit down, when to put his arm into the armhole of his jacket, when to lift his feet as Simon put his shoes and socks on. When he�d finally finished and stood up Simon could see a slight smile on Holland�s face, he quirked an eyebrow at the sight and hoped that Holland would be this cooperative in a few minutes time. Taking Holland�s handcuffs from his back pocket Simon said,
"Alright stand up and walk forward for four steps, and then put your hands behind your back."
*
As Simon dressed him Dutch tried his best to ignore him. He let his mind drift not really thinking of anything, noting that he felt a little light headed. Of course he hadn�t eaten since he�d been brought here and although he�d been given water it hadn�t been enough and he was dehydrated so it was no wonder he was a little woozy. The inner calm that had seemed to settle over him was still evident except for one tiny nagging worry that seemed to be growing inside his head. How was he going to die? Dutch knew from the reports he�d seen on the other murders that the method of execution was always different. Simon had promised him it would be quick; but then again Simon was a deranged serial killer so Dutch reasoned he probably wasn�t the most reliable of people. God, what if it was something really bad, like fire or hanging, except no it couldn�t be hanging since Dutch was pretty sure Simon had used that one already. Just as he was sure he�d used a shot to the back of the head before, damn at least that would be quick and painless. Oops there was that surreal feeling again here he was calmly comparing the various ways he could be killed and trying to pick a favourite.
Then he felt it he was dressed. At last he had clothes on he was human again, Dutch felt himself smile. He couldn�t help it; it just felt so good maybe he did have a little bit of dignity left after all? At Simon�s order to stand up and walk forward Dutch did as he was told, remembering the harsh lesson he�d learnt the last time he had thought he could snatch back some of his dignity and self-respect. His fingers still throbbed in time with each beat of his heart to constantly remind him what would happen if he disobeyed, if he fought back. So he quickly smothered the spark of defiance that he had felt within himself and put his hands behind his back and stood still while Simon handcuffed him. Dutch watched Simon move around to stand beside him and take his right elbow in his hand,
"Just walk with me, and I�m sure I don�t have to tell you to be good? This is for the best you know that, it�s the way it should be. You understand that don�t you?" Simon asked him, gazing earnestly into Dutch�s face.
Dutch just nodded. He was busy trying to suppress that nagging fear within himself that was rapidly growing and threatening to ruin his promise to himself that he would met his end with quiet acceptance.
"Good�come on then." Simon said, gently pulling on his arm and steering him to the door. Dutch hadn�t noticed before that Simon had left it open. He felt a pang of regret; maybe he should have tried to escape before Simon had cuffed him. As he stumbled slightly as they passed through the doorway Dutch knew that in his weakened condition he wouldn�t have made it twenty feet before Simon would have caught him, and then Simon would have been really mad at him. The thought of Simon�s wrath made Holland shiver. As they walked down the corridor Dutch let his mind turn to Claudette. He wondered what she was doing right now? Was she at home or at the Barn, did she have a new partner yet? No he couldn�t imagine she would forget him so quickly, surely she still thought of him. He remembered how hard he had prayed for her to find him during those first few days. How much he had wanted to believe that she would lead a rescue party into that room at any moment. Then he remembered how crushed he had felt when Simon had told him about the tapes. Yes, he decided this was better for everyone. He wouldn�t have to face anyone from his past life and they wouldn�t have to face him. Simon was right he was filthy now and was sure to contaminate anything or anyone he came into contact with. All that Simon had done to him, all that he had let Simon do, all that he�d become was buried so deeply into the core of his being that it could never be removed. The dark shame of it was ingrained into his soul, poisoning it. It was better for him to be removed from the world before he could spoil anything clean with his very touch.
Dutch had been so deep in thought that he was surprised when Simon said,
"We�re here."
Dutch had to blink a few times to clear his eyes as they blurred slightly for a moment. When he saw what the room contained he realised how he was to die. The room was empty except for a large, old-fashioned, cast-iron bathtub. It stood in the middle of the room on four iron feet in the shape of lion�s paws. It was the sort of thing that interior designers looked for to add character to a renovated bathroom. It was also full of clear water; a yellow hosepipe snaked across the floor from a tap that was placed against the wall.
"I had a dream of your face looking up at me through water." Simon told him by way of explanation.
Dutch didn�t quite know what to say; he didn�t know what Simon expected him to say in reply. So he just stood there staring at the tub of water, not sure how he felt about drowning. As Simon walked him over to the tub a little voice began screaming in his head for him to fight. This was real; he was going to die. Simon was going to hold him under the water until he was dead. He would drown, suffocate with his lungs full of water instead of air. Dutch could feel panic beginning to well up inside him and he could feel himself beginning to pull back, trying to dig his heels in and prevent his inexorable forward progress. He felt Simon�s fingers digging painfully into his arm as he dragged him forward,
"Don�t be silly, you know ths whs what has to happen. I really thought you were going to be sensible Holland, don�t make me lose my temper." Simon threatened.
"I�I don�t want to drown�I don�t want to die now." Dutch said beginning to struggle in earnest now.
He had thought he�d come to terms with this, he had thought he was ready. Just a couple of minutes ago he had thought that this was the right thing, but that was before he�d entered this room and saw his end before him in that cold, clear water.
"Don�t make it harder than it has to be." Simon hissed at him.
The grip Simon had on his arm tightened even more and he brought his other hand up to grip the back of Dutch�s neck. Now Simon was half dragging him, half pushing him towards the bath.
"No�no don�t." Dutch gasped out, as he tried to fight Simon.
"You little coward!" Simon spat in anger.
Dutch was afraid, but he had a sudden epiphany where he realised that he�d been a coward for wanting to die. He had been a coward for not wanting to face people, for not wanting to face the rest of his life. Now he had to fight, he had to at least try, not go to his death like a lamb to the slaughter. What if Simon was taping this, what if Claudette saw this? Dutch suddenly felt that it was vitally important to try, for Claudette to see he�d tried to live. He couldn�t bare the thought that she�d think he�d just given up, because he suddenly became convinced that no matter what Simon said that Claudette wouldn�t have given up on him. He also knew that she wouldn�t give up until there was no hope left, ashamed of himself he thought the least he could do was the same.
Of course it was useless. He was too weak and Simon was too strong, all it did was delay the inevitable for a couple of moments. A few minutes more of life before he was overwhelmed. As Simon tipped him over backward into the frigid water the cold of it made him gasp in a lungful of air, his throat momentarily closing up in shock. Overbalanced with his hands restrained behind him Dutch had no way of stopping Simon from pushing him into the tub. His whole body was submerged, he screwed his eyes shut and tried to hold onto the shocked lungful of air he had. Simon had his shoulders hold pushing him down, then suddenly he pulled him back up to the surface. Dutch spluttered gasping for breath as he broke the surface. Simon leaned down towards him and Dutch opened his eyes when he felt his warm breath on his cold, wet face.
"Now it�s the end of this part, but don�t worry you�ll be with me for ever now just like the others. I own your soul now." Simon smiled at him and Dutch dragged in what he knew would be his last breath before Simon pushed him down under the water again.
*
Simon was ecstatic the adrenaline rush was intense as he pushed Holland under the water. This was power, to hold someone�s life in your hands, to be able to snuff it out it was better then anything. It felt better then sex; no orgasm could ever feel this intense, this exciting, this good. Holland had fought at the end and Simon wasn�t completely surprised he had suspected that he had some hidden reserve of defiance that could surface at any time. Besides Simon had to admit a little fight only heightened the experience for him, made it more fun. He looked down into the water and his dream came back to him as he saw Holland�s face staring up at him, eyes wide and terrified as he fought the urge to breathe when there was no air. Simon smiled down at him and pushed a little harder.
*
Dutch could hear the blood rushing in his ears as every cell in his body screamed out for oxygen. His lungs felt as if they were about to burst inside his chest and his brain was urgently instructing him to open his mouth and breathe. As he looked up through the water he could see a distorted image of Simon�s face smiling down at him. Desperately he began to kick his legs trying to get some kind of purchase with which to haul himself out of the water into the air, but his feet slid uselessly against the smooth, metal sides of the tub. He tried to twist and turn, trying to break Simon�s grip on him, but it was useless Simon was too strong and he was weakening. Dutch had a roaring sensation in his head, his vision greying at the edges. Then it happened, he couldn�t fight it anymore, he didn�t have the strength left. So he gave in and did what his brain was screaming at him to do, he opened his mouth and breathed in as deeply as he could. He convulsed as he felt the water rushing down into his oxygen-starved lungs. His thrspasspasmed as it tried to expel the liquid, his body trying to preserve his life, but it was useless. Still his body strained for oxygen that wasn�t there, that lungs now full of water wouldn�t have been able to process even if it was. Dutch saw Simon�s face smiling down at him still as the darkness rushed forward and consumed him.
*
Simon watched as Holland tried desperately to break free knowing that all the struggling was doing was to use up what little oxygen he had left faster. Then he knew the moment was here. As he watched Holland went still and he opened his mouth and drew in a lungful of water. The struggle for life was fleeting after that, as his movements weakened and finally stopped. Simon let go of Holland and straightened up, his gaze never leaving the empty eyes that stared up at him through the water.
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