Disclaimer: The Writer (Sethoz) would like me to give out this disclaimer as she is currently in hiding.
She doesn't own LXG, Tom Sawyer, Allan Quatermain, Mina Hawker, Skinner, Captain Nemo, Dorian Gray, Dr. Jekyll, Mr. Hyde, M or anything else used in the fic.
Before retreating to her hideout she left these notes,
Clez:- awww, you say the nicest things! No-one's ever called me the EPITOME of evil before. Hope the insanity works out for you! Here's my pay back. Eat Angst!
Roz:- Well, write faster! Be inspired! Post it!!!!
angelic katty:- Yep, and another cliffhanger in this part.
Beguile:- see, more and it didn't even kill you ;)
LotRseer3350:- Dorian beat him up? With fists? That just isn't his style.
Angel32:- Yes. Yes, I do like torture.
Capt.Cow:- That last one was a really good cliffhanger? This one is my idea of a good cliffhanger...
Black Pawn, White Pawn.
~~~
Part 5:- Fragile, like Glass.
~~~
"If Dorian wishes it, of course you must stay. Dorian's whims are laws to everybody, except himself."
~ The Picture of Dorian Gray, Chapter 2.
~ By Oscar Wilde.
Dorian stared thoughtfully into Tom's face, his expression one of worry.
"My dear boy, how are you?" he asked. Tom just looked blankly at him. He didn't know what Dorian wanted, but he had a suspension that it would involve some kind of pain. Tom was tired of being M's punching bag and there was no way he wanted to be Dorian's. Plus the adrenaline in his body was slowly fading away, leaving empty space, rather like what a drug addict feels when he or she is coming down from their high.
"Aren't you going to ask me why I did it? Why I betrayed the League?" Dorian asked, his voice holding just the faintest trace of mockery. Tom leaned back, feeling the wall against his back. He was glad that these new chains were longer, long enough to let him sit on the ground. Dorian's question burned into his brain, refusing him any rest.
"Would I get a straight answer if I did?" he replied, trying to ignore the dull ache that had started in his chest. Dorian laughed.
"Probably not." he admitted. Tom gave a bitter smile.
"Like you said, you're complicated." Tom answered,the dull ache slowly becoming more sharp and less dull.
//That would be my broken rib then.\\ Tom though. He gritted his teeth as thousands of little pin pricks could be felt all over his skin. He felt as if he was on fire. If Dorian noticed Tom's discomfit, he choose to ignore it.
"M is going to brake you, you understand that don't you." He said. Tom looked Dorian right in the eyes, his gaze not wavering.
"He will not brake me." Tom said. Dorian gave a delicate sigh.
"Ah, your famous American stubbiness. No-one is unbreakable, do you understand me? Everyone is just like glass..." Dorian held up a small glass and squeezed it tightly. The glass broke, it's shards flying all over the room.
"Liable to shatter if the right presser is applied to them." he finished.
"He. Will. Not. Brake. Me." Tom said slowly, the pain increasing like wildfire.
"He doesn't have to brake your mind Sawyer. He could brake your body just as easily. In fact it would most likely be more simple." Dorian placed a hand on Tom's chest, noticing the ever so slight shadow of pain that crossed Tom's face. Then he slowly pulled his hand away.
"You see? Sooner or later, your own body will betray you. You will automatically flinch when ever he comes near you, no matter how hard you try to control yourself."
"He will have to kill me first." Tom said hotly. Dorian shook his head, looking sad. Tom could feel himself falling for Dorian's act, could almost believe that the man had Tom's best interests at heart.
//He betrayed me, he betrayed all of us, he killed Ishmael.\\ Tom chanted to himself.
"Don't you realize that if M kills you, on his terms that he wins? If he kills you in any way, be it on purpose or simply his rage getting the best of him, then he has broken you. Your body betrays you, just in a different way." Dorian finished. He walked a few paces away and sat down in M's lavish chair, allowing Tom the chance to think over what he had just said. Dorian allowed himself a smile.
His foot still stung slightly from the bullet. There was no medical reason why it should hurt at all, it was more psychological. He had yet to return the favor to Tom, but it looked like he would finally get a chance as the boy was in a perfect state of mind.
//Delicious.\\ he thought, watching Tom's face closely, noting every emotion that flickered over his face. When you had been alive as long as Dorian had, it was so easy to read people's faces and Tom Sawyer's face was a partially exciting story, not least because he was even more unpredictable that Dorian had first thought. He would have to do this slowly, skillfully, to achieve the desired result.
"It's not as if I can stop him killing me." Tom said at last, in a sullen voice. "I can't get out of these chains and it's not as if you are going to help me."
"True." Dorian said in an off-hand way. "Each time someone leaves this room, a guard has been ordered to check inside to make sure you are still locked up. Not only that but there are three guards posted outside the door. There is no way you could escape."
"I don't care what you say. I won't let him brake me." Tom said, turning his head so he didn't have to look at Dorian's face. It was hard to resist the urge to jump up and hit him, to wipe that cocky smile off his face.
//Does he even know I can reach him, when he's in that chair?\\ wondered Tom.
"Ah, ah, let me finish." Dorian said, lifting a white finger in order to attract Tom's attention back. "You can still beat him."
"How?" Tom asked. Despite himself he had turned back to Dorian and was staring at him in fascination. Dorian smiled, his teeth showing.
"You can escape by not giving him what he wants." He said. Tom looked at him blankly, completely confused.
"He wants to brake you. In the end if he kills you, he will. If, however, you die in your own manner of choosing, then he looses. There would be no way he would be able to win."
"You mean suicide." Tom said flatly. This was not the reaction Dorian had been hoping for. He had expected shouting, some kind of fire, not this cold answer. He somehow had to get Tom angry, thrown him off center, stop him from thinking things through.
"I would do it for you, kill you to save you, but the guards would see and stop me, saving you and you would loose any chance you had of escape."
"It's not really escape though, is it." Tom said, doubt lurking in his mind. "I mean, I'll be dead."
"Wake up Sawyer!" Dorian yelled, for a second his temper had taken over. "No one is coming to save you. The League is dead, Nemo and his crew are submerged forever at the bottom of the sea. This is the only option you have left." He stood up and walked back, leaning down and grabbing Tom's face.
"I am going to leave a glass behind you." He hissed. "When the guard had checked you, you can brake it and use the broken bits to make a cutting escape. Trust me. You do not want to be around when M comes back. I hear he has a new... toy he wishes to try out." Dorian stepped back, running his tongue along his teeth. He had done all he could. He placed the glass where he said he would and stepped back.
"Think about it." he whispered. "I'll be back in a little while." He turned and walked out of the room, well aware that Tom Sawyer was watching him as he did so.
Dorian had considered - for a second or two - simply killing Tom Sawyer in revenge. But that was too easy, too quick. No, this way, would get the result he wanted - Tom's death, yet it would also serve to destroy the boy mentally before hand.
No-one tried to chop Dorian's head off. No-one.
~~~
Tom let his gaze drop to the floor as Dorian left, not even looking up as the guard looked in. He didn't bother to fight him as the man walked up and gave a tug on the chains, to satisfy himself that the American was still secure.
It was only after the guard had gone that Tom allowed himself to think about what Dorian Gray had said. His shifted his aching muscles, blocking from his mind the pain, as he picked up the glass Dorian had left him.
//It would be fast.\\ his inner voice said. //Do you really think you can take much more of what M is doing? Do you want to be broken, crawling on all fours like a beast?\\
The longer he thought about it, the better it seemed to just end it all now, finish it once and for all. A last defiant gesture in the face of M. Just a little bit more extreme than spitting.
He smashed the glass.
~~~
"The Nautilus is ready for departure." Nemo announced. Allan Quartermain looked up the sea chart he was studying.
"At last!" he said gruffly. "Who knows what M has been up to while we have been stuck out here." he didn't voice the thought that the submarine would have been fixed faster, if Sawyer had been with them or if no-one had to worry about his safety.
"Has Mrs. Hawker been informed yet?" He asked. Captain Nemo shook his head.
"Not yet, I thought, perhaps, you would like to do that." he said, giving Allan a bow before walking out, heading for the room where Kali was housed.
"Hold on boy." Quartermain said, looking in the direction of Mongolia. "Don't let that... thing win. Just hold on a little longer, we're almost there." Then he too left the room, looking for Mina to tell her the news.
He found her on the deck that had been turned into a hospital. She was moving from bed to bed, checking each man as she did so. Allan stood in the shadows, watching her. As she finished with the last patent she stopped and wiped at her brow, closing her eyes for a moment.
"You need to rest." Allan said softly. Mina turned to face him.
"I need to help these people." she said. "I need..."
"You need sleep. Nemo has told me we can set off now. We will be in Mongolia soon and you will need all your strength for that. Sawyer will need all your strength for that." he said. Mina looked up at him, guilt in her eyes.
//Was that a small hint?\\ she thought. //Does he know about my dream?\\ Everything Quartermain said made sense though. She would need all her strength, all her self-control if she could resist feeding on Tom Sawyer.
She could loose all that self-control though, when she found Dorian.
"He has lived long enough." she hissed, too low for Allan Quartermain to hear. "He will not live for many more days."
~~~
Dorian fingered a tall glass, then gave it a tiny tap. The glass gave off a musical note. It was amazing the sound some things made. Take the hot headed Special Agent. Dorian had played him as you would play an instrument and the boy had responded beautifully to the touch. Every word that had stuck Tom had resulted in a tone, making a lovely tune. It was enough to bring a tear to your eye.
People were so easy to play, if you had the correct training of course. And Dorian had learnt from the master - Lord Henry, who had played Dorian himself, many, many years ago. But Lord Henry was dead, killed by that most horrid of illness - old age.
Still that was something that Dorian himself would never have to worry about. And if he had played Tom Sawyer as well as he thought he had, then that was something Tom would never have to worry about as well.
"I think that's long enough." he said, picking up his stick and moving out of the room. Time to check up on his project.
It was so exciting.
As Dorian neared his destination, he could feel his excitement growing. He nearly skipped down the corridor, as he saw the gold doors ahead of him. He nodded to the guard as he passed, his head held high. Calmly he pushed open the door and took a step inside, before closing the door behind him.
He turned to face Tom. The young man was slumped on the floor, his body turned towards the wall. Dorian moved over to him, his hand reaching out to turn the body over. As he did so a flash of light passed and he gave a yelp as the jagged end of a glass was sliced over his face.
The wounds healed almost instantly but Dorian didn't notice. He was watching the alive man, in surprise. Tom stared cooly at the other man before throwing the broken glass against the opposite wall, away from him.
"You know, I did some thinking after you left. And it stuck me, that if I die then M wins anyway, but if I kill myself, because of you, then you win." He gave a tiny groan of pain. "I don't want you to win."
"You really think you matter?" Dorian asked with a sneer, regaining his control.
"You are nothing more than a measly pawn in a gigantic game of chess. And you know the rules of chess don't you? Pawns are sacrificed, but no one gives a damn about them. Least of all me." He turned away and walked towards the doors the hand holding his stick tightly clenched.
//You may think you've won, but only this round Sawyer. Oh yes, I still have one more piece to play.\\ Promised Dorian. As he reached the door, M entered, a twisted smile on his features, purple spots around his neck, where Tom's hands had grabbed him. Dorian turned back for a instant, a smirk on his face then walked away.
M reached his helpless captive and pulled him to his feet.
"You know, I've been thinking." M said, in a cheerful voice. Tom watched him warily. He didn't like this new turn of events at all. What on Earth had made M so happy?
"The League must be dead. Otherwise they would have come by now. So therefor I have no use for you. But don't worry. I don't want to kill you anymore." He yanked Tom's head up by the hair so he could look into Tom's eyes.
"I want to do more than just plain torture. I want to turn you into my very own guard dog. You can sleep in this corner and if you are well behaved and get rid of intruders, why you will get a treat." Tom looked at the other man in horror. M laughed.
"Oh don't look so shocked. Believe me, once I'm through with you, you will be kissing my feet and thanking me for having the kindness to save you."
"Never." Snarled Tom. M let go of his hair.
"Never say never Agent Sawyer. After all I can be very... convincing." M's smile grew. "Now... does doggy want a treat?"
~~~
Tom was alone again. He had nothing to do but brood over M's new plans for him. There was no way he was going to allow himself to become M's pet. He would rather die.
And now, if he died, M would loose. So all Tom had to do was enrage M enough to kill him. It would have three purposes. Tom would be free, M would loose and so would Dorian.
At that very moment Dorian entered the room again, a tiny bottle and needle in his hands.
"What do you want now?" Tom asked, his eyes drawn to the two items Dorian was carrying. The immortal didn't answer him. He slowly moved over to the table, allowing Tom to see everything he did.
He placed the bottle on the table and opened it. Then he dipped the needle in and scooped up some of the liquid. Dorian tapped the needle, to make sure that there was no air bubbles in it.
"This is an invention of mine." he said briskly, giving the needle a little squeeze. "It is a mixture of some drugs, perfect for people who want to have a good time. It's very strong though." Tom shook his chains, trying to get away as Dorian stepped closer before grabbing his arm in a iron tight grip.
"Did you really think I would just forget our little encounter on the Nautilus? You should know better than that." He inserted the needle into Tom's arm and pressed the plunger in. Tom watched helplessly as the drugs were injected into his blood.
"This will numb the pain you are feeling. However it is not advisable for people who are not used to the sheer strength of it." Tom looked up at the towering figure of Dorian.
"It can cause hallucinations and other... unpleasant things. It will not be a pleasant ride." Dorian said as he removed the needle and stopped up the bottle.
"Have fun." he said cheerfully, collecting all the evidence and walking out of the room. Tom began to shiver, suddenly feeling cold. He knew that he shouldn't feel like this, that the room was really quite warm.
That meant only one thing. The drug was already effecting him, toying with his senses, making him believe things that were false. He looked up through his long hair. The shadows seemed to be alive, with mocking devil like faces.
They were all around him, claws for hands reaching out, trying to drag him down with them, to the very fires of hell.
Tom closed his eyes but he could still see them, imprinted behind his eyelids.
TBC...
The writer hopes you leave a review and refrain from killing her. She will return from hiding in time for the next part.
~Sethoz.
She doesn't own LXG, Tom Sawyer, Allan Quatermain, Mina Hawker, Skinner, Captain Nemo, Dorian Gray, Dr. Jekyll, Mr. Hyde, M or anything else used in the fic.
Before retreating to her hideout she left these notes,
Clez:- awww, you say the nicest things! No-one's ever called me the EPITOME of evil before. Hope the insanity works out for you! Here's my pay back. Eat Angst!
Roz:- Well, write faster! Be inspired! Post it!!!!
angelic katty:- Yep, and another cliffhanger in this part.
Beguile:- see, more and it didn't even kill you ;)
LotRseer3350:- Dorian beat him up? With fists? That just isn't his style.
Angel32:- Yes. Yes, I do like torture.
Capt.Cow:- That last one was a really good cliffhanger? This one is my idea of a good cliffhanger...
Black Pawn, White Pawn.
~~~
Part 5:- Fragile, like Glass.
~~~
"If Dorian wishes it, of course you must stay. Dorian's whims are laws to everybody, except himself."
~ The Picture of Dorian Gray, Chapter 2.
~ By Oscar Wilde.
Dorian stared thoughtfully into Tom's face, his expression one of worry.
"My dear boy, how are you?" he asked. Tom just looked blankly at him. He didn't know what Dorian wanted, but he had a suspension that it would involve some kind of pain. Tom was tired of being M's punching bag and there was no way he wanted to be Dorian's. Plus the adrenaline in his body was slowly fading away, leaving empty space, rather like what a drug addict feels when he or she is coming down from their high.
"Aren't you going to ask me why I did it? Why I betrayed the League?" Dorian asked, his voice holding just the faintest trace of mockery. Tom leaned back, feeling the wall against his back. He was glad that these new chains were longer, long enough to let him sit on the ground. Dorian's question burned into his brain, refusing him any rest.
"Would I get a straight answer if I did?" he replied, trying to ignore the dull ache that had started in his chest. Dorian laughed.
"Probably not." he admitted. Tom gave a bitter smile.
"Like you said, you're complicated." Tom answered,the dull ache slowly becoming more sharp and less dull.
//That would be my broken rib then.\\ Tom though. He gritted his teeth as thousands of little pin pricks could be felt all over his skin. He felt as if he was on fire. If Dorian noticed Tom's discomfit, he choose to ignore it.
"M is going to brake you, you understand that don't you." He said. Tom looked Dorian right in the eyes, his gaze not wavering.
"He will not brake me." Tom said. Dorian gave a delicate sigh.
"Ah, your famous American stubbiness. No-one is unbreakable, do you understand me? Everyone is just like glass..." Dorian held up a small glass and squeezed it tightly. The glass broke, it's shards flying all over the room.
"Liable to shatter if the right presser is applied to them." he finished.
"He. Will. Not. Brake. Me." Tom said slowly, the pain increasing like wildfire.
"He doesn't have to brake your mind Sawyer. He could brake your body just as easily. In fact it would most likely be more simple." Dorian placed a hand on Tom's chest, noticing the ever so slight shadow of pain that crossed Tom's face. Then he slowly pulled his hand away.
"You see? Sooner or later, your own body will betray you. You will automatically flinch when ever he comes near you, no matter how hard you try to control yourself."
"He will have to kill me first." Tom said hotly. Dorian shook his head, looking sad. Tom could feel himself falling for Dorian's act, could almost believe that the man had Tom's best interests at heart.
//He betrayed me, he betrayed all of us, he killed Ishmael.\\ Tom chanted to himself.
"Don't you realize that if M kills you, on his terms that he wins? If he kills you in any way, be it on purpose or simply his rage getting the best of him, then he has broken you. Your body betrays you, just in a different way." Dorian finished. He walked a few paces away and sat down in M's lavish chair, allowing Tom the chance to think over what he had just said. Dorian allowed himself a smile.
His foot still stung slightly from the bullet. There was no medical reason why it should hurt at all, it was more psychological. He had yet to return the favor to Tom, but it looked like he would finally get a chance as the boy was in a perfect state of mind.
//Delicious.\\ he thought, watching Tom's face closely, noting every emotion that flickered over his face. When you had been alive as long as Dorian had, it was so easy to read people's faces and Tom Sawyer's face was a partially exciting story, not least because he was even more unpredictable that Dorian had first thought. He would have to do this slowly, skillfully, to achieve the desired result.
"It's not as if I can stop him killing me." Tom said at last, in a sullen voice. "I can't get out of these chains and it's not as if you are going to help me."
"True." Dorian said in an off-hand way. "Each time someone leaves this room, a guard has been ordered to check inside to make sure you are still locked up. Not only that but there are three guards posted outside the door. There is no way you could escape."
"I don't care what you say. I won't let him brake me." Tom said, turning his head so he didn't have to look at Dorian's face. It was hard to resist the urge to jump up and hit him, to wipe that cocky smile off his face.
//Does he even know I can reach him, when he's in that chair?\\ wondered Tom.
"Ah, ah, let me finish." Dorian said, lifting a white finger in order to attract Tom's attention back. "You can still beat him."
"How?" Tom asked. Despite himself he had turned back to Dorian and was staring at him in fascination. Dorian smiled, his teeth showing.
"You can escape by not giving him what he wants." He said. Tom looked at him blankly, completely confused.
"He wants to brake you. In the end if he kills you, he will. If, however, you die in your own manner of choosing, then he looses. There would be no way he would be able to win."
"You mean suicide." Tom said flatly. This was not the reaction Dorian had been hoping for. He had expected shouting, some kind of fire, not this cold answer. He somehow had to get Tom angry, thrown him off center, stop him from thinking things through.
"I would do it for you, kill you to save you, but the guards would see and stop me, saving you and you would loose any chance you had of escape."
"It's not really escape though, is it." Tom said, doubt lurking in his mind. "I mean, I'll be dead."
"Wake up Sawyer!" Dorian yelled, for a second his temper had taken over. "No one is coming to save you. The League is dead, Nemo and his crew are submerged forever at the bottom of the sea. This is the only option you have left." He stood up and walked back, leaning down and grabbing Tom's face.
"I am going to leave a glass behind you." He hissed. "When the guard had checked you, you can brake it and use the broken bits to make a cutting escape. Trust me. You do not want to be around when M comes back. I hear he has a new... toy he wishes to try out." Dorian stepped back, running his tongue along his teeth. He had done all he could. He placed the glass where he said he would and stepped back.
"Think about it." he whispered. "I'll be back in a little while." He turned and walked out of the room, well aware that Tom Sawyer was watching him as he did so.
Dorian had considered - for a second or two - simply killing Tom Sawyer in revenge. But that was too easy, too quick. No, this way, would get the result he wanted - Tom's death, yet it would also serve to destroy the boy mentally before hand.
No-one tried to chop Dorian's head off. No-one.
~~~
Tom let his gaze drop to the floor as Dorian left, not even looking up as the guard looked in. He didn't bother to fight him as the man walked up and gave a tug on the chains, to satisfy himself that the American was still secure.
It was only after the guard had gone that Tom allowed himself to think about what Dorian Gray had said. His shifted his aching muscles, blocking from his mind the pain, as he picked up the glass Dorian had left him.
//It would be fast.\\ his inner voice said. //Do you really think you can take much more of what M is doing? Do you want to be broken, crawling on all fours like a beast?\\
The longer he thought about it, the better it seemed to just end it all now, finish it once and for all. A last defiant gesture in the face of M. Just a little bit more extreme than spitting.
He smashed the glass.
~~~
"The Nautilus is ready for departure." Nemo announced. Allan Quartermain looked up the sea chart he was studying.
"At last!" he said gruffly. "Who knows what M has been up to while we have been stuck out here." he didn't voice the thought that the submarine would have been fixed faster, if Sawyer had been with them or if no-one had to worry about his safety.
"Has Mrs. Hawker been informed yet?" He asked. Captain Nemo shook his head.
"Not yet, I thought, perhaps, you would like to do that." he said, giving Allan a bow before walking out, heading for the room where Kali was housed.
"Hold on boy." Quartermain said, looking in the direction of Mongolia. "Don't let that... thing win. Just hold on a little longer, we're almost there." Then he too left the room, looking for Mina to tell her the news.
He found her on the deck that had been turned into a hospital. She was moving from bed to bed, checking each man as she did so. Allan stood in the shadows, watching her. As she finished with the last patent she stopped and wiped at her brow, closing her eyes for a moment.
"You need to rest." Allan said softly. Mina turned to face him.
"I need to help these people." she said. "I need..."
"You need sleep. Nemo has told me we can set off now. We will be in Mongolia soon and you will need all your strength for that. Sawyer will need all your strength for that." he said. Mina looked up at him, guilt in her eyes.
//Was that a small hint?\\ she thought. //Does he know about my dream?\\ Everything Quartermain said made sense though. She would need all her strength, all her self-control if she could resist feeding on Tom Sawyer.
She could loose all that self-control though, when she found Dorian.
"He has lived long enough." she hissed, too low for Allan Quartermain to hear. "He will not live for many more days."
~~~
Dorian fingered a tall glass, then gave it a tiny tap. The glass gave off a musical note. It was amazing the sound some things made. Take the hot headed Special Agent. Dorian had played him as you would play an instrument and the boy had responded beautifully to the touch. Every word that had stuck Tom had resulted in a tone, making a lovely tune. It was enough to bring a tear to your eye.
People were so easy to play, if you had the correct training of course. And Dorian had learnt from the master - Lord Henry, who had played Dorian himself, many, many years ago. But Lord Henry was dead, killed by that most horrid of illness - old age.
Still that was something that Dorian himself would never have to worry about. And if he had played Tom Sawyer as well as he thought he had, then that was something Tom would never have to worry about as well.
"I think that's long enough." he said, picking up his stick and moving out of the room. Time to check up on his project.
It was so exciting.
As Dorian neared his destination, he could feel his excitement growing. He nearly skipped down the corridor, as he saw the gold doors ahead of him. He nodded to the guard as he passed, his head held high. Calmly he pushed open the door and took a step inside, before closing the door behind him.
He turned to face Tom. The young man was slumped on the floor, his body turned towards the wall. Dorian moved over to him, his hand reaching out to turn the body over. As he did so a flash of light passed and he gave a yelp as the jagged end of a glass was sliced over his face.
The wounds healed almost instantly but Dorian didn't notice. He was watching the alive man, in surprise. Tom stared cooly at the other man before throwing the broken glass against the opposite wall, away from him.
"You know, I did some thinking after you left. And it stuck me, that if I die then M wins anyway, but if I kill myself, because of you, then you win." He gave a tiny groan of pain. "I don't want you to win."
"You really think you matter?" Dorian asked with a sneer, regaining his control.
"You are nothing more than a measly pawn in a gigantic game of chess. And you know the rules of chess don't you? Pawns are sacrificed, but no one gives a damn about them. Least of all me." He turned away and walked towards the doors the hand holding his stick tightly clenched.
//You may think you've won, but only this round Sawyer. Oh yes, I still have one more piece to play.\\ Promised Dorian. As he reached the door, M entered, a twisted smile on his features, purple spots around his neck, where Tom's hands had grabbed him. Dorian turned back for a instant, a smirk on his face then walked away.
M reached his helpless captive and pulled him to his feet.
"You know, I've been thinking." M said, in a cheerful voice. Tom watched him warily. He didn't like this new turn of events at all. What on Earth had made M so happy?
"The League must be dead. Otherwise they would have come by now. So therefor I have no use for you. But don't worry. I don't want to kill you anymore." He yanked Tom's head up by the hair so he could look into Tom's eyes.
"I want to do more than just plain torture. I want to turn you into my very own guard dog. You can sleep in this corner and if you are well behaved and get rid of intruders, why you will get a treat." Tom looked at the other man in horror. M laughed.
"Oh don't look so shocked. Believe me, once I'm through with you, you will be kissing my feet and thanking me for having the kindness to save you."
"Never." Snarled Tom. M let go of his hair.
"Never say never Agent Sawyer. After all I can be very... convincing." M's smile grew. "Now... does doggy want a treat?"
~~~
Tom was alone again. He had nothing to do but brood over M's new plans for him. There was no way he was going to allow himself to become M's pet. He would rather die.
And now, if he died, M would loose. So all Tom had to do was enrage M enough to kill him. It would have three purposes. Tom would be free, M would loose and so would Dorian.
At that very moment Dorian entered the room again, a tiny bottle and needle in his hands.
"What do you want now?" Tom asked, his eyes drawn to the two items Dorian was carrying. The immortal didn't answer him. He slowly moved over to the table, allowing Tom to see everything he did.
He placed the bottle on the table and opened it. Then he dipped the needle in and scooped up some of the liquid. Dorian tapped the needle, to make sure that there was no air bubbles in it.
"This is an invention of mine." he said briskly, giving the needle a little squeeze. "It is a mixture of some drugs, perfect for people who want to have a good time. It's very strong though." Tom shook his chains, trying to get away as Dorian stepped closer before grabbing his arm in a iron tight grip.
"Did you really think I would just forget our little encounter on the Nautilus? You should know better than that." He inserted the needle into Tom's arm and pressed the plunger in. Tom watched helplessly as the drugs were injected into his blood.
"This will numb the pain you are feeling. However it is not advisable for people who are not used to the sheer strength of it." Tom looked up at the towering figure of Dorian.
"It can cause hallucinations and other... unpleasant things. It will not be a pleasant ride." Dorian said as he removed the needle and stopped up the bottle.
"Have fun." he said cheerfully, collecting all the evidence and walking out of the room. Tom began to shiver, suddenly feeling cold. He knew that he shouldn't feel like this, that the room was really quite warm.
That meant only one thing. The drug was already effecting him, toying with his senses, making him believe things that were false. He looked up through his long hair. The shadows seemed to be alive, with mocking devil like faces.
They were all around him, claws for hands reaching out, trying to drag him down with them, to the very fires of hell.
Tom closed his eyes but he could still see them, imprinted behind his eyelids.
TBC...
The writer hopes you leave a review and refrain from killing her. She will return from hiding in time for the next part.
~Sethoz.