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Spook Me FIC: Revenge of the Prag (Oz, PG-13)
Title: Revenge of the Prag
Main Character: Tobias Beecher
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 993
Creature Prompt: Werewolf
Summary: Beecher comes back to Oz a changed man.
Notes: Set during Season 666. Written for the 2023 Spook Me Multi-Fandom Halloween Ficathon. Cross-posted to AO3 and Livejournal. The artwork prompts sent to me are included at the end. This story was also inspired in part by the following piece of fanart I created several years ago:
A bright white orb entered the night sky, a solid circle of light dimmed only occasionally by the shadowy feathers of a cool mist. The Hole had no windows, but that didn’t matter. Beecher could feel the moonrise, even if he couldn’t see it.
His bones separated along their old breaks (thanks, Keller!) and began shifting around, stretching his skin far beyond its normal limitations. Giggling softly to himself, Beecher dragged a long, razor-sharp fingernail down the length of the stone wall as his knuckles sprouted tufts of coarse fur.
Oh, what a secret he had. Something he hadn’t told anyone. It was a horrific secret too, one that would strike terror into the heart of Oz’s most dangerous inmate.
Beecher’s soft giggling turned maniacal when he realized how that title now belonged to him.
He could barely remember being bitten. It was like a dream now, and there were times when he still couldn’t believe what had happened, not to mention who had done it.
Holly's teacher had been so kind, so sweet and gentle, and so very understanding. The fact that he was a convicted felon out on parole hadn’t fazed her a bit. Beecher had wanted her, wanted her badly, wanted to experience life as it was before… before Keller, before Schillinger, before Oz. He had been thrilled when Marian accepted his romantic overtures, when she shyly invited him to come inside.
Imagine his surprise when she turned into an animal in bed. Literally.
Afterwards, when it was over, there were tears and apologies. She tried to explain. It was an accident. She'd lost track of the cycle, and she was usually so careful.
Beecher knew she was lying. He'd spent enough time around Keller to spot a sociopath trying to make amends. No doubt there were others who had fallen victim to her trap.
One month later, his first transformation had frightened him beyond words. Knowing it was coming, he'd left town, locked himself away in a motel room, hoping that would be enough. He awoke the next morning in the woods, miles away, with a deer's bloody carcass at his feet.
The worst part of the entire episode was the inexplicable feeling of ecstasy he'd had when he realized what he'd done.
His number one priority was to keep his family safe, a task in which he had obviously failed miserably these last few years. He knew he had to distance himself from them, permanently, regardless of the ramifications. He didn't care what they thought of him, as long as they were alive to think it.
That's when good old Oz, home sweet home, with its sturdy walls, barbed wire, and armed guards, suddenly looked very appealing.
He considered confiding in Keller, one monster to another. He went back to Oz to visit him, to feel him out, to determine if he could trust him with his terrible secret. Perhaps together they could come up with some kind of plan, something that would get him sent back to Oz, ensuring his family's safety.
Beecher got his answer the moment Keller started talking about the illegal drugs needed to treat Bonnie's cancer. He could read Keller like a book, knew where the conversation was headed and what it meant. Apparently, Keller already had a plan. That plan would achieve the desired result, but it was created for entirely different reasons. Selfish reasons. Keller reasons.
Beecher's initial surge of disappointment had been quickly dampened by his boiling blood. He decided to play along. Sure, he'd deliver the drugs. He'd let himself get caught, get himself sent back to Oz. Keller would think that he was the one in control, that he was the puppet master holding the strings while Beecher danced upon his command. He'd never suspect that the tables had turned, that Beecher was the ultimate puppet master who controlled Keller's fate.
Beecher had him right where he wanted him, and the best part was that Keller hadn't a clue. The only problem was that he wasn’t exactly sure what he wanted to do with Keller now that he had him. There was still a part of him that loved Keller, and probably always would. That fragment of his soul was at constant odds with the sweeping desire he felt to exact lethal revenge on the man who hadn’t given a second thought to screwing him over, to tearing him away from his family.
So, Beecher had decided to bide his time as he figured things out, avoiding Keller like the plague. Month after month, he got himself thrown into the Hole for various reasons, keeping his secret safe, keeping Keller safe, keeping the people of Oz safe. Well, as safe as they’d always been.
Today he’d started a food fight in the cafeteria. That’d been fun. But he was running out of ideas for relatively nonviolent disruptions, and at some point someone was bound to notice the clockwork precision of these incidents and wonder, "Why?" Surely, someone on the Oz staff would eventually put two and two together. Surely, they couldn’t all be so dumb.
Beecher’s maniacal giggling turned hysterical. Of course they could all be so dumb.
Fur spread over his body as the moon continued its gradual ascent. His canine teeth grew longer and more pointed. The blue of his eyes transitioned to purple, then red. What little sense of being he still possessed drained away as the curse overwhelmed him. He threw back his head and howled.
He heard Lopresti bang on the door. "Shut the fuck up, Beecher! Do that again, and I’ll come in there and shut you up myself!"
In Beecher’s last moment of conscious thought, he imagined what would happen if Lopresti opened that door. The Hole would be a springboard to a path of carnage through Oz that ended at Keller’s doorstep. He didn’t want that.
Or did he?
The wolf inside took control, and he howled again.
THE END
Main Character: Tobias Beecher
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 993
Creature Prompt: Werewolf
Summary: Beecher comes back to Oz a changed man.
Notes: Set during Season 666. Written for the 2023 Spook Me Multi-Fandom Halloween Ficathon. Cross-posted to AO3 and Livejournal. The artwork prompts sent to me are included at the end. This story was also inspired in part by the following piece of fanart I created several years ago:
A bright white orb entered the night sky, a solid circle of light dimmed only occasionally by the shadowy feathers of a cool mist. The Hole had no windows, but that didn’t matter. Beecher could feel the moonrise, even if he couldn’t see it.
His bones separated along their old breaks (thanks, Keller!) and began shifting around, stretching his skin far beyond its normal limitations. Giggling softly to himself, Beecher dragged a long, razor-sharp fingernail down the length of the stone wall as his knuckles sprouted tufts of coarse fur.
Oh, what a secret he had. Something he hadn’t told anyone. It was a horrific secret too, one that would strike terror into the heart of Oz’s most dangerous inmate.
Beecher’s soft giggling turned maniacal when he realized how that title now belonged to him.
He could barely remember being bitten. It was like a dream now, and there were times when he still couldn’t believe what had happened, not to mention who had done it.
Holly's teacher had been so kind, so sweet and gentle, and so very understanding. The fact that he was a convicted felon out on parole hadn’t fazed her a bit. Beecher had wanted her, wanted her badly, wanted to experience life as it was before… before Keller, before Schillinger, before Oz. He had been thrilled when Marian accepted his romantic overtures, when she shyly invited him to come inside.
Imagine his surprise when she turned into an animal in bed. Literally.
Afterwards, when it was over, there were tears and apologies. She tried to explain. It was an accident. She'd lost track of the cycle, and she was usually so careful.
Beecher knew she was lying. He'd spent enough time around Keller to spot a sociopath trying to make amends. No doubt there were others who had fallen victim to her trap.
One month later, his first transformation had frightened him beyond words. Knowing it was coming, he'd left town, locked himself away in a motel room, hoping that would be enough. He awoke the next morning in the woods, miles away, with a deer's bloody carcass at his feet.
The worst part of the entire episode was the inexplicable feeling of ecstasy he'd had when he realized what he'd done.
His number one priority was to keep his family safe, a task in which he had obviously failed miserably these last few years. He knew he had to distance himself from them, permanently, regardless of the ramifications. He didn't care what they thought of him, as long as they were alive to think it.
That's when good old Oz, home sweet home, with its sturdy walls, barbed wire, and armed guards, suddenly looked very appealing.
He considered confiding in Keller, one monster to another. He went back to Oz to visit him, to feel him out, to determine if he could trust him with his terrible secret. Perhaps together they could come up with some kind of plan, something that would get him sent back to Oz, ensuring his family's safety.
Beecher got his answer the moment Keller started talking about the illegal drugs needed to treat Bonnie's cancer. He could read Keller like a book, knew where the conversation was headed and what it meant. Apparently, Keller already had a plan. That plan would achieve the desired result, but it was created for entirely different reasons. Selfish reasons. Keller reasons.
Beecher's initial surge of disappointment had been quickly dampened by his boiling blood. He decided to play along. Sure, he'd deliver the drugs. He'd let himself get caught, get himself sent back to Oz. Keller would think that he was the one in control, that he was the puppet master holding the strings while Beecher danced upon his command. He'd never suspect that the tables had turned, that Beecher was the ultimate puppet master who controlled Keller's fate.
Beecher had him right where he wanted him, and the best part was that Keller hadn't a clue. The only problem was that he wasn’t exactly sure what he wanted to do with Keller now that he had him. There was still a part of him that loved Keller, and probably always would. That fragment of his soul was at constant odds with the sweeping desire he felt to exact lethal revenge on the man who hadn’t given a second thought to screwing him over, to tearing him away from his family.
So, Beecher had decided to bide his time as he figured things out, avoiding Keller like the plague. Month after month, he got himself thrown into the Hole for various reasons, keeping his secret safe, keeping Keller safe, keeping the people of Oz safe. Well, as safe as they’d always been.
Today he’d started a food fight in the cafeteria. That’d been fun. But he was running out of ideas for relatively nonviolent disruptions, and at some point someone was bound to notice the clockwork precision of these incidents and wonder, "Why?" Surely, someone on the Oz staff would eventually put two and two together. Surely, they couldn’t all be so dumb.
Beecher’s maniacal giggling turned hysterical. Of course they could all be so dumb.
Fur spread over his body as the moon continued its gradual ascent. His canine teeth grew longer and more pointed. The blue of his eyes transitioned to purple, then red. What little sense of being he still possessed drained away as the curse overwhelmed him. He threw back his head and howled.
He heard Lopresti bang on the door. "Shut the fuck up, Beecher! Do that again, and I’ll come in there and shut you up myself!"
In Beecher’s last moment of conscious thought, he imagined what would happen if Lopresti opened that door. The Hole would be a springboard to a path of carnage through Oz that ended at Keller’s doorstep. He didn’t want that.
Or did he?
The wolf inside took control, and he howled again.
THE END