I have a confession. I love writing Hiltz-angst.
Oh, and a PUBLIC apology to Biowolf: When I go net surfing, I tend to forget where I lifted images from. So I say here and now: My god, I am so embarrassed. I'm sorry. *sweatdrop* I'm an idiot not worthy to be in your presence. I've been meaning to draw you a gift picture, but everything I've come up with I'm just not happy with. That's why the apology has been so long in coming…grahgh…
Oh yes…and a big hello to closet reader Zinou, *bows* I am honoured that you reviewed ^^
Chapter 14: Sowing the seeds of dissolution
He stood silently, watching the events over and over, especially the images of Karl touching…going to kiss his Hertz. How could Gunther just lie there like that and let him do it? Hiltz snarled softly and involuntarily at the thought that was rudely projected into his mind, a carry on of what might have been, Karl turning the sleeper over and undressing him slowly, exploring as he did so, moving with more and more hunger to consume the fragility beneath him. Hiltz shook his head, no, never, never ever, ever.
"But it could happen."
He turned around to see Payne stroll into the room, looking tired.
"Stay out of my head, you bastard. Up all night with your girls, were you?"
"Fuck off, half breed. I'm in no mood to spar with you today over the insults. I could bring you to your knees and you know it. Entertaining thought, isn't it?" Payne yawned. "And you know what's even worse? My best men were killed. All except one of them who is currently healing himself in his room, fat lot of good that will be when I'm through with him. Tell me, did you have any idea that Captain Jake O'Connell was an Aether?"
Hiltz stared at him. "You're kidding."
"No. I'm not. So explain why an Aether, an actual supporter of that handsome piece of meat on display there, actually allowed the humans to bring the UltraSaurus back from the dead? Doesn't make sense."
"O'Connell has no real power in the military." Hiltz replied. "He probably didn't know."
"Bullshit."
"No, seriously. Humanity loves secrets. They're not very good at it, but secrets like that…?"
"Huh. I suppose you'd know, seeing as the little dirt worshippers raised you. Oh, message from the survivor Lason. Ambient is alive. Shit, half breed. Nobody loves you, do they?"
Hiltz fought the urge to hit him. "I asked him to protect Gunther, that's why he's not here."
"And look how he repays you. He's planning on pairing off with that delicious Karl Shubaltz. I know Rare Hertz aren't really classified as having a sex since they all breed, but does this make him gay?"
"Go away. " Hiltz' head span. He couldn't take much more of this.
"Ooh, am I touching a sensitive spot, half breed?"
"No, I'm just wondering how easy it's going to be for you to walk around if I break you neck."
"Tough words, half breed." Payne patted him on the back. "You know what I think? Karl's going to do the job for us. In the state our little Hertz is in, he couldn't fight back to save his life. And he'd probably be unable to resist, little whore that he is."
More images of them naked, sweating and moaning beneath the sheets of the bed. Hiltz almost swooned and fell to the ground, one hand still clutching the rail. "…No…" He breathed. "…He wouldn't…"
"Oh I think he would. Unless you get there first. The person who takes his innocence gets to keep him forever. If Karl does it before he's ready, he gets to keep him. You'll never see him again, and what a waste that will be…all your hard work…and the worst part, if you killed Karl, the Hertz would shun you for the rest of your miserable days. So, in essence, do you want to steal him away and do your thang, or are you going to let some human whelp take your place? He'll never be free anymore, but who can treat him better?" Payne crouched down beside him, leaned into his back and licked Hiltz' ear. "Who deserves him more?"
"I hate you. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you." Came the whisper.
"Yeah half breed, I know. I know. You're on our side. Kill Karl and we'll see. What do you say?"
"No."
"Your loss. In 48 hours or less, he'll be ready. He'll be waiting. Needing. He's already gone into the transformation state all of the children enter in order to prepare themselves for the stress of adulthood. Heh, the humans think he's sick…" Powerful hands massaged his shoulders. "And when he wakes up, nothing will stop him. He'll take what he wants, and he will hunt down the person he needs. I want it to be you. But it could also be Karl. And those people? Karl's brother? Raven? The president's mother? All of them will go to satisfy his hunger when he wakes up properly. It will be a bloodbath."
Hiltz watched the screen on the security monitor through dull eyes. He'd been fighting it for so long, the dull and angry cold of the parasite inside him. It was so tempting in the dark of night to give in to the promises given to him by the creature living within…
A dark web was gently woven around his mind, pulling him tighter and tighter into this strangely cold embrace, whispering horrible and hurtful things into his ears. And suddenly, it was like a blanket had been lifted from him – he was so aware it was overwhelming. Payne's thoughts arrived in his mind an instant later as he stood up.
Good work. See? That wasn't so hard. Payne ruffled his hair. "But remember you're pretty low level, half breed. Manipulation of someone other than a pathetic human is not something I suggest you do." At that moment a lance of heat speared him and Hiltz moaned as Payne plucked the chords of lust and desire in his mind, coupled with the image of Karl and Gunther lovemaking in front of him. He trembled, fighting desperately, but Payne overwhelmed him and drowned him in the gruesome image within his mind's eye. A minute or so later he lay still, sick in his stomach by the fact he'd been aroused by this sick fantasy enough to need to change his boxer shorts. He'd enjoyed it in a deep, dark part of his soul, the part we all detest…
"48 hours isn't quite long enough is it, half breed?" Payne sang, his smile cruel. "I must say you enjoyed that, didn't you? That's an idea, kill Karl while he's fucking him and take his place. Nice thought. Liked the touch when you snapped the cutie's neck. You planning on doing that?"
Say yes. Payne's command was like fire in his brain. "Yes."
"Good. Oh, in case you haven't realised, free will is an illusion around me. I'm stronger than you are, and if it takes my fancy or you piss me off, you will suck my cock. Think you can handle that?"
"I'll kill you Payne."
"Yeah, yeah, it's getting boring. Haven't you got anything else to say? Huh? You're just like the bloody humans we keep around this rat hole for the laughable protection we supposedly need…all supporters of our Hertz, thinking they're doing the right thing, power hungry idiots. You are so set in your ways it's sickening." Payne patted his head again. "Go take a nap, get used to what's going on inside your head, then we'll suit you up and cause some havoc. You will be a part of the group going out in a day or so to collect Alisi Lynette, and in turn, your Hertz, seeing as they will no doubt seek refuge with their former friends. Ambient won't be with you…Reapers rarely use Organoids…but I'm pretty sure you'll be pleasantly surprised. Think of Prozen as your reward afterwards."
Hiltz' eyes darkened as the power inside took hold, and his smile was murder. "Yes. Of course."
~ to be continued.
Okay, just in case I didn't explain it: The Reapers have taken over the mansion Prozen apparently owns. I don't remember seeing it in the series, but a lot of fics have had it in there, so bweh. The Reapers have called on all the available supporters he has (lacking the Redler guys of course! ^^) as guards. Don't get too attached to them. I wasn't kidding about the bloodbath. Remember what I wrote in my profile?
I just wanna get to the Hiltz/Gunther scene right now!! *cries*
