#case one

Adler can’t quite meet Cade’s eyes, even through his sunglasses and a mirror. His arms cross as he lurks in the doorway, choosing a spot on the base of the other man’s neck to flower at. “Case—“

“Say my name.” The other man says, hands cradling a fragile jaw, the other holding the makeshift clothe Case used to muffle his screams at night. He looks at Adler, eyes dead.

“…Bell.”

Case’s head tilts like a kicked dog’s. “My name, Adler.” He said, voice rough.

Adler stayed silent. Case laughed; a sound rough as gravel.

she leant back against the cold exterior wall for support, and lit a cigarette, her other hand pressed to her chest as though it would provide some comfort. the cigarette was good, it helped steady her breathing. she let her eyes flutter shut, before she heard footsteps approaching on the gravelled path and quickly snapped them open. “everything okay?” she heard herself say.