AU, yaoi, 1x2, evil Treize
* I don't know how graphic this will get, so let's just rate it PG-13 for now.*
Let Me.
By Kinoshi
***Prologue***
"He's here." said a slow voice. "I can sense it."
"The readouts support this. We have tracked his power to somewhere in downtown Chicago."
"Has his power awakened yet?"
"No. They are still dormant. I doubt if he even knows they exist yet, soon he will." The words were said steadily, yet there was an undertone of fear. Dr. Jasecks didn't want to be there. Alone in this dark office with only a man he could never feel at ease around. He had been working for the OZ Corporation for a few months now, doing research and designing weapon prototypes. He didn't know exactly what kind of "business" OZ was involved in, and he never felt the urge to ask. His employer had made it quite clear that he was to ask no questions, so he asked none.
"Then we must get rid of him quickly before he reached his full capabilities. I will not take the chance that he will disrupt our plans. If he does, it will be the end for us."
There was a long silence before the nervous doctor spoke again. "What do you want me to do sir?"
"Send out the Squad to this area. Have them locate him as soon as possible then I want him eliminated. No mistakes."
"Yes, Sir. I shall inform the immediately." The doctor turned to leave when the other man spoke again, rising from his chair and entering the dim light.
"Jasecks, one more thing. Have you finished your design for the Meior Beam?"
"Yes, I have gotten rid of all the bugs in the system, and we finished all other testing procedures."
"It's ready to use then?"
"Yes."
"Good." Jasecks took one look at the man's face and was immediately overcome with fear. He turned and began to run to the door when a loud crack echoed throughout the dark office. Jasecks, a single hole appearing on his head, managed to utter only one word before he slumped to the ground.
"Treize."
Treize looked down the barrel of his still smoking barrel, smirking a bit. That was one more liability gone. As he went to replace the gun into his shoulder holster, he saw that the good doctor's blood and gotten on his coat sleeve. Gazing at it, he reached his hand over, lightly drawing his long fingers though the warm liquid. Bringing his hand to his lips, he licked his fingertips clean, eyes flashing at the sweet taste.
"Soon, my little one.Soon it will be your blood I taste, and how I shall revel in it." He stepped over the dead man's body and entered the hallway, a grin playing about his blood painted lips. "Your end is coming.Duo Maxwell!"
So caught up was he in his image of the young boy lying in a pool of blood that he failed to notice the tiny video device attached to one of the window panes in his office, the record light still flashing. Nor did he see the hand that snatched it from its perch, and then escape with it into to the foggy night.
TBC
/AN/ What do you think so far of my first fic? Please R&R! Please don't hurt me for using Treize as the villain, I like him, I really do, it's just that he physically fist my image of the evil guy. Gomen!
* I don't know how graphic this will get, so let's just rate it PG-13 for now.*
Let Me.
By Kinoshi
***Prologue***
"He's here." said a slow voice. "I can sense it."
"The readouts support this. We have tracked his power to somewhere in downtown Chicago."
"Has his power awakened yet?"
"No. They are still dormant. I doubt if he even knows they exist yet, soon he will." The words were said steadily, yet there was an undertone of fear. Dr. Jasecks didn't want to be there. Alone in this dark office with only a man he could never feel at ease around. He had been working for the OZ Corporation for a few months now, doing research and designing weapon prototypes. He didn't know exactly what kind of "business" OZ was involved in, and he never felt the urge to ask. His employer had made it quite clear that he was to ask no questions, so he asked none.
"Then we must get rid of him quickly before he reached his full capabilities. I will not take the chance that he will disrupt our plans. If he does, it will be the end for us."
There was a long silence before the nervous doctor spoke again. "What do you want me to do sir?"
"Send out the Squad to this area. Have them locate him as soon as possible then I want him eliminated. No mistakes."
"Yes, Sir. I shall inform the immediately." The doctor turned to leave when the other man spoke again, rising from his chair and entering the dim light.
"Jasecks, one more thing. Have you finished your design for the Meior Beam?"
"Yes, I have gotten rid of all the bugs in the system, and we finished all other testing procedures."
"It's ready to use then?"
"Yes."
"Good." Jasecks took one look at the man's face and was immediately overcome with fear. He turned and began to run to the door when a loud crack echoed throughout the dark office. Jasecks, a single hole appearing on his head, managed to utter only one word before he slumped to the ground.
"Treize."
Treize looked down the barrel of his still smoking barrel, smirking a bit. That was one more liability gone. As he went to replace the gun into his shoulder holster, he saw that the good doctor's blood and gotten on his coat sleeve. Gazing at it, he reached his hand over, lightly drawing his long fingers though the warm liquid. Bringing his hand to his lips, he licked his fingertips clean, eyes flashing at the sweet taste.
"Soon, my little one.Soon it will be your blood I taste, and how I shall revel in it." He stepped over the dead man's body and entered the hallway, a grin playing about his blood painted lips. "Your end is coming.Duo Maxwell!"
So caught up was he in his image of the young boy lying in a pool of blood that he failed to notice the tiny video device attached to one of the window panes in his office, the record light still flashing. Nor did he see the hand that snatched it from its perch, and then escape with it into to the foggy night.
TBC
/AN/ What do you think so far of my first fic? Please R&R! Please don't hurt me for using Treize as the villain, I like him, I really do, it's just that he physically fist my image of the evil guy. Gomen!
