Chapter Text
Barry Benson was stressed. Irwin Dundee had been missing for close to two weeks now and he didn't know what to do. Dundee was his friend, husband, Prime Minister. He was lost. The club was in shambles with him missing, they're gotten about all the information about his disappearance, so the only thing he knew to do was interrogate Baas. The person who was last known to be with him. He's already gotten the story from Baas. How Dee requested for a solo transport to prison, him getting broken out on the way there. Baas nearly getting shot. Man, he wished Baas got shot. Dee would never ask for a solo transport, much less plead guilty, like Baas had said.
Ring Ring
Clown
Barry looked down at his phone with false hope, wishing it said Uncle Dundee, but it never did. It hasn't for over two weeks. It was Chatterbox calling Barry, he didn't feel like answering, with Dee being missing his main focus has been finding him, but he does.
"Barry! Hello, my friend!" Chatterbox shouts before clearing his throat and calming down. "I have Officer Caillou. You, you wanted him, right?"
"Baas?"
"Yeah, Officer Caillou!"
"Good work Chatter! Let me call up a few people and can you ping 832 in a place cops won't look for him. And make sure he's off duty, or force him to go off duty."
"Ok, ok, ok. Chatterbox will do that, my friend."
"All right, call me back when that's done, Chatter. Ping 832 when you get to a secluded location."
"Not the funhouse?"
"The cops would look there, Chatter. Take him up to Chiliad or some shit."
"Swearings bad for Chatterbox, Barry. Love you!"
"See you soon Chatter, bye," He hung up the phone and called Riley.
"Hey, Barry," Riley's dejected voice came through the speakers.
"Chatterbox has Baas, we might be able to get some information out of him."
"Collin's the only other one awake right now. We'll meet you at Grandma's house."
"No! Grandma's is too hot, we need to go somewhere the cops won't look."
"Collin and I will look for a spot then. You-"
"I'll," Barry cleared his throat. "I'll grab supplies we may need."
Barry was usually a soft boy, but when it came to Dee, he was a different man. You could say that a whole new person came out. A person Chatterbox had called Crackerjack. A darker, crazier version of Barry was itching to come out at that moment, but he kept it in control for now. He drove to the nearest ammunition and bought a gas can. He grabbed a spare knife that was stored in his apartment and made sure he had any other tools he may need. Barry changed his outfit to black BBMC kuttes, an outfit he rarely wore. An outfit for dark times. He needed to find Dee.
At any means necessary.
/\/\/\
Barry sped to the cemetery, where Chatterbox had pinged him. It wasn't the best place, but it was better than nothing. Collin and Riley were already there. Barry grabs a duffel bag with tools in it and walks over to the tomb, where Riley and Collin were standing outside.
"Keep watch. I'm doing this alone," Barry's voice showed no room for discussion. "Keep lookout. Call me if cops are nearby."
Barry's tone scared Riley and Collin. They were glad they weren't the ones Barry was dealing with. Collin went up the hill to get a good view of the area, gun in hand. He still had his weapons license, so he had to be careful here if he wanted to keep it. Riley knelt at a nearby grave, pretending to pay respects. She had her gun in her boot, it was uncomfortable but it was easily accessible from the position she was in.
Barry opened the door to the tomb and slowly walked down the stairs. It was probably a bad idea to wear kuttes, but he wanted to let Baas know who did this to him. What club he's dealing with so he doesn't fuck with them again. He dropped the duffel bag on the floor with a loud thunk. Baas snapped his head up and stared at Barry's face. Chatterbox stopped making fun of Baas and directed his attention to Barry.
"Good work, Chatter. I'll take it from here."
"Ok! Just, just let me know if you need Chatterbox's help!"
"Thanks, Chatter. If you ever need help just let me know," Barry stared at Baas as Chatterbox left. Baas was tied up to a chair in the center of the room, staring at Barry.
"I've been waiting for this moment for such a long time, Baas," Barry kneeled next to Baas, getting too close for Baas's comfort. "And wouldn't you know it, your finally mine."
Barry smirked and stood up, walking back to his duffel bag and sliding it close to Baas. "Don't be afraid to cry, cunt. You're in my hands now, and depending what you decide to tell me, you won't make it out alive."
"The fuck did I do?" Baas shouted.
"Tell me what you did to my husband you prick!"
"Look, I don't know who your talking abou-" Barry turns around, showing his patch to Baas and clutching a knife in his hand. "Tell me what happened to Irwin Dundee! You were the last person seen with him you-"
"He was broken out of my custody on the way up to Bolingbroke!"
"Did you just interrupt me?" Barry was not taking any shit today. He walked closer to Baas. He was tempted to kill him right there and then, but he resisted the urge to do so. Instead, he touched the tip of the knife to Baas's cheek. "Now, you were the last one with him, I know you did something to him."
"I didn't do anything!" Baas shouted.
"He was broken out when I was transporting him to prison. I don't know what happened after!" Maybe he was telling the truth, but Barry still wasn't going to let him off easily.
"If you are telling the truth, that you were dumb enough to transport him alone, let alone just let him go up there through DOC like everyone normally does."
"He requested it." Barry put more pressure on the knife of Baas's cheek. Showing blood, penetrating through his cheek into his mouth.
"Dee might be dumb, but he isn't dumb enough to request transport from a cop. You chose the wrong answer, Baas," Barry cut through Baas's cheek more, going all the way to the other side. Baas was riddled with a permanent smile. "You know, my favorite fish to eat is a largemouth baas."
Baas coughed and blood splats onto the ground. Blood was dripping down his mouth and onto his shirt.
"Funny," Baas croaked. Barry was tempted to cut out his tongue there and then, but he needed Baas to speak to him. The sight of blood fascinated Barry, pushing out the dark, sadistic part of him into more control, as crimson blood dripped down Baas's chin and onto his clothes.
"You wanna know what's fucking funny?" Barry dropped the knife, it hit the ground with a soft clank. "This."
Barry punched Baas in the gut. Baas gasped for breath.
"All you have to do is tell me what the fuck happened to Dee, and I'll stop," Barry punched Baas again, right across the cheek, splattering blood on his hand and across the floor.
"I don't know anything!" Baas sounded desperate like he didn't know what happened. "Fine, don't talk, face the consequences."
Barry didn't care at that point. Even if Baas didn't have anything to do with Dee going missing, he had to let his anger out somewhere. Barry couldn't control himself. He kicked the knife up into his hand and stabbed Baas in the shoulder. Blood seeped through Baas's tan BCSO shirt. Barry chucked at the sight. It pleased him to see Baas in pain.
"One last chance, Baas." Baas kept his now extended lips shut. Barry walked back over to the bag and pulled out a lighter and a small can of gasoline. He started to pour the gas around Baas in a circle and lured the extra but on Baas.
"I don't know shit, ok?" Baas breaths had quickened in anticipation.
"At this point, I don't care," Barry flicked on the lighter and dropped it. Flames slowly made their way around the circle and onto Baas. "I want to know what the fuck happened to my husband!"
Ring Ring
Collin (Private Investigator)
Barry picked up the phone as he slowly went up the staircase, duffel bag in hand. He answered his phone. Collin heard Baas scream in the background. He didn't know if this side of Barry scared or pleased him.
"Barry cops are coming this way, you may want to hurry up."
"Oh I'm done, but Baas might be overcooked by the time they find him. Get to the car," Barry opened the door to the tomb and walked out.
"Riley we gotta go!"
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Baas honestly didn't know what Barry was talking about. He vaguely remembered Andrews talking to him while Dundee was in custody, and watching Andrews beat the shit out of Dee. He remembered Andrewes ordering him to personally transport Dundee up to Bolingbrooke because Andrews didn't fucking hear him say he put the suspect in his car. When he thought about it, that's the last thing he remembered that day, transporting Dundee up to Bolingbroke. And for days after his memory was foggy like he forgot what had happened entirely.
Now he could only assume what he did to be tortured by a member of the Bondi Bitches. He knew Dundee was missing, hell who didn't know that with all the billboards with his missing posters around the city. He watched as Barry circled around him, putting down gasoline. His face hurt like a bitch and his shoulder throbbed in pain. He knew Barry was going light on him, that he could do much worse. He didn't understand anything though. Why he was being tortured. Why he was being questioned so hard on what happened to Dundee.
It was the trauma that made him forget. The trauma of having to physically kill someone for a simple mistake he made. But it was Andrews's fault. His fault he wasn't paying attention if there was anyone in the back of his car. His fault he wasn't cautious enough. Barry lit the lighter and dropped it. As the fire slowly crept toward Baas he saw the insane pleasure in Barry's eyes and heard him chuckle. He heard Barry's phone ring as the fire licked his feet, slowly making the way up his body. The heat went from a strange discomfort to searing pain and he couldn't hold in a scream anymore. He yelled for Barry to put out the fire as he saw him walk up the stairs through the flames.
At least my wounds are cauterized. Baas thought. He vaguely heard the door burst open and he passed out.