#ppccooper

Blaine had by this point just about perfected the art of detaching himself from the situation with Cooper. The decision to report the details of Cooper's activities to the Caretaker had been made months before, and he'd convinced himself that the report itself had only taken this long because he'd needed to gather evidence. True, he could never seem to type more than two sentences without needing to stop and distract himself, but that was a minor detail. His decision was made. Discrediting the video Cooper had made of him fussing over Sam was the most important thing - that, and protecting the island in general. That, and protecting himself from starting to care again, only to remember too late that Cooper was a psychopath. He'd left his report in the Caretaker's inbox while he was out and refused to let himself think about it for another moment, so when the Caretaker contacted him privately asking him to meet in his office, Blaine had almost been surprised. Feeling that familiar mix of apprehension and dread, even though he doubted he was in any trouble personally, Blaine made his way downstairs. The Caretaker's door was open, but he knocked twice anyway, waiting in the doorway to be acknowledged before entering. "You asked to see me, sir?"

The Caretaker had spent a few hours reading over the report that had appeared on his desk. He was impressed by the ruthlessness of the report and also more than a bit concerned at how much had gone on before someone had come forward. Obviously he wasn't instilling enough fear into the masters or his sons were not reporting to him as they should. Either way, it was a situation easily resolved. What required his attention first was the report and the motive behind it. He looked up and gestured to a seat across from him. "Have a seat Master Anderson. Your report is intriguing to say the least. Why is this report coming to me at this time?" 

Blaine swallowed hard. The fact that he was reporting his own brother seemed to count for less than he'd hoped. Before he'd even hit the chair, he began speaking, keeping his face as emotionless as he possible. "Well sir, a lot of it consists of things that seemed small or unremarkable at the time. Or things that had nearly been forgiven and forgotten, such as the incident with the damaged slave. It's only when you take everything together that you realize the pattern. The security breech is of course the most important, but I had the least evidence there. Only had a slave's word to go on, and she could have been trying to manipulate me, or he could have made the whole thing up to keep her in line. Either of those seemed more likely than the truth." Blaine sighed heavily. His disbelief and annoyance was genuine, and he let it shine through - it only helped his case. "But after review, it appears that he really did track one of his slave's old boyfriends down and assault him." 

The Caretaker was impressed with the resolve Blaine was showing. "I see. I must commend you for putting the island and its security over familial ties. Very few people would be able to separate themselves enough to see the bigger picture." He glanced through the report looking for the incident that Blaine seemed to emphasize. "Tracking down anyone from a slave's past is dangerous and highly reckless. It gives a sense of the slave still existing. While most slaves have no one that will miss them, the kidnapped ones still have ties that should not be addressed lest someone get too interested." He put the papers down and steepled his fingers. "How did you find out that the slave's claims were accurate?" 

Blaine relaxed a little, relieved that the meeting seemed to be going well. For him, at least - but he didn't let himself think about that. "I pretended to her that I was sorry for what my brother had done and worried about the man's health. By promising that I'd check up on him, I was able to get his full name and last known location. From there I was able to have my people hire a private investigator, who verified injuries that matched Cooper's account of the incident and the plastic surgery to repair them. The slave alleges that Cooper actually paid for the repair work as an apology, but I wasn't able to verify that. I don't think it's generally productive to apologize to a slave in the first place, though. Gives them the wrong idea." 

The Caretaker nodded, leaning back in his chair. "slaves are never to be apologized to under any circumstance. If you as a master makes a mistake, it is the slave's fault. Always." He gestured for Blaine to continue. "I trust you were discrete in your investigations? Your brother has created enough security concerns. I trust that I don't need to be concerned about your indiscretions as well." 

Blaine nodded. "Oh, always. I contacted my lawyer, who contacted a secondary firm, who arranged for the investigator. And there was never any contact with the target himself." Blaine leaned forward a little in his chair. "You don't have to worry about me. Don't forget, I've technically been a part of the conspiracy for six months now... my name is everywhere on the paperwork. Any threat to the islands is as good as a threat to my life." 

The Caretaker tapped his fingers together keeping a close eye on Blaine's body language before straightening up and picking up a pen and making a few notes on the report. "I see. Now, is there anything that you would like to add to your report that is unclear or incomplete? This is your final chance to add anything, even if you were hesitant about adding it in before."

Blaine shook his head. "I've included everything I was able to find out. If you're wondering about... if I really mean it, then, yes." Even now, he didn't let himself think about what he was saying. It was a decision he'd reached a long time ago, the moment Cooper had endangered him by filming him with Sam. For now, he just needed to follow through; he could have emotions later. His voice was steady, but he spoke in short, precise sentences. "Cooper is a danger to all of us. I want him contained and controlled. I trust whatever solution you feel is best." 

The Caretaker made a few final notes on the report before carefully filing it away, being sure that Blaine did not see exactly what file it went into. "The guards are already on their way with him. This matter will be resolved before anyone leaves this room. It seems that it has gone on for far too long and that will end now."

Cooper hadn't left his suite for almost a month, he hair was long and his beard made him seen crazed. His clothes had been burned or shredded, his suite partially destroyed and cloaked in darkness. Liquor bottles covered the floor, his eyes blood shot and cheeks sunken in. He stared at his nakrd frame, dragging his fingers over his ribs as he grimaced. How was he suppose to murder the Caretaker in this state? He threw his whiskey bottle through the glass and picked up hia snake, "Eugene, you will be sacrificed for a higher cause. My beautiful precious." he sighed, "They're coming for me." Every footstep terrified him, he was ready to take on whoever came...the voices had warned him. As he was grabbed he didn't put up resistance he just thankful that he was able to move quick enough to put on boxers. As he was brought in the office he grinned, "Lovely office...I like the dizzy thing, forgive me. I'm drunk." He laughed, his eyes closing. 

Blaine sucked in a sharp breath. He'd known his brother was insane, secluding himself, possibly deteriorating... he'd never imagined this. "Oh my god," he breathed, his eyes darting to the Caretaker as he realized he'd spoken out of turn. "Sorry." 

The Caretaker made a face as Cooper was brought in of revulsion and disgust. "Muzzle that thing before he does something unsanitary to my office!" he snapped at the guards before motioning them to stand back further from the desk. "If anything is ruined, you will be the ones paying for it." There really wasn't much to say or do in this matter. Clearly he was unstable and he could smell more than just alcohol but he wasn't going to dig any deeper. That would be for the slaves who would clean out the suite the man had lived in. This was entirely unacceptable and he wouldn't stand for someone like this to be on his island any longer. "I was going to ask you to explain yourself but your current state explains it all."

Cooper laughed, a grin playing on his lips before looking at Blaine. Blaine. His beautiful baby brother, sitting there. Realization hit as he stared at him, moving closer until the guards tightened their grip on him. "Blainers...do you remember that time we went camping with father and I gave you my fish?" When he saw the guard holding the gag her looked at the caretaker, "Fuck you sir." 

Blaine got to his feet, putting the small wooden chair between himself and Cooper. He felt strangely light-headed; he'd never allowed himself to actually picture Cooper being bound and gagged, then dragged off to parts unknown. "Yeah," he said, slowly. He pressed his lips together, gathering strength, then looked up at Cooper. "But I remember a lot of other things too." Shaking his head, he took a step backward, towards the wall. "You should never have come here, Cooper." 

The Caretaker ignored Cooper and gestured for the guards to get on with keeping him quiet. "A very true statement Master Anderson." He turned his attention back to Cooper for a brief moment. "I allowed you to come to the island on the pretense that it would be beneficial for all sides. Instead you have made a mockery of our agreement, its amenities, and the island itself. As of now you are permanently banned from the island, and all corresponding islands associated with it."

Cooper stared at him, a flicker of pain in his eyes before he closed them keeping his mind anywhere but on Blaine before he stared at the Caretaker. His eyes glazed over with rage and he wanted to jump on him and attack. He didn't care about the island or anything really. He wanted to destroy the island and everything on it. Everyone on it, they were all weak and sensitive. He looked at Blaine, tears welled but he wouldn't let them fall. All he ever wanted was his brother, of course he fucked that up. He cracked hid neck and raised an eyebrow giving the Caretaker a bored expression.

Blaine rubbed the back of his neck, eyes downcast. He'd worked so hard to shut off his feelings towards his brother. Yet his old trick of not letting himself feel anything just wasn't working this time; this was too big. As a last-ditch effort, he forced himself to pretend something else was happening, that this was just another minor incident and that Cooper was overreacting. Everything would be fine. They'd see each other again soon. "Goodbye, Coop," Blaine said, softly, not looking at anyone in particular. 

The Caretaker pulled out a sheet of paper and quickly wrote something down on it before holding it out to the guards to take. "Due to the threat you pose to the security of the island, you will be taken to a place where no one will believe any of your rabid ramblings nor anything said about this island, its inhabitants or their time spent here. This island has been protected for years due to the discretion of its inhabitants and former visitors. That will not be ruined by one man no matter how great he thinks he is." 

Cooper stood there and watched the older male with hatred in his eyes. He could destroy this place, take it all away. Cooper began to growl, finding humor in nothing. The alcohol would make him regret everything when it was gone. He snarled, his arms flexing and his face turning red. He looked at Blaine, begging to be saved.

Blaine kept his eyes on the Caretaker, nodding along with his words. "An institution? That's probably the best thing for everyone." He glanced over at Cooper, and wished he hadn't - he could see one of Cooper's violent outbursts coming from a mile away. "Don't fight..." he said, weakly, looking away. He could only hope that this wouldn't get too ugly.

The Caretaker ignored the noises coming from Cooper and nodded in response to Blaine's question. "Yes. An institution controlled by those sympathetic to the island and what it stands for. All that work for the institution know of the island and many have been guests at one point or another." He spared Cooper a glance. "Fighting my decision will get you nowhere. The institution has already been notified to expect you and all contracts you were previously under have been legally broken. On the mainland, you have been declared legally insane after having a mental breakdown while on vacation. You have sealed your own fate."

Cooper stared at Blaine, he tried to maintain the little bit of control he had left. He didn't want to just give in and accept this fate. He wanted to attack and leave some mark of his existence. Cooper scoffed as the Caretaker spoke to him, he didn't give a damn about the outside world. He wanted everyone to assume he was nuts so he could return in a blaze of glory. Cooper stood up straight, "My dick, suck it." Even though they couldn't see he smiled the best he could and tilted his head forward, his hair covering his face. He would become Jesus. 

Blaine pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head at Cooper's response. Defiant to the last. That was Cooper, all right. Blaine's stomach clenched, and he had to lie to himself again before he could respond: Everything's fine; everything's fine. "Sounds airtight to me. If you need me to sign anything to help keep him forcibly committed, I'm on board." More than anything, he just wanted this to be over.