OCTOBER 17, 1998 (Revised October 31,2004)
DISCLAIMER: JQ and its characters are not mine. This is making no money. Though I wish it did.
"Our life has always centered around the use of violence, hasn't it?"
"I see you decided to loose the accent."
The man merely stood his ground and chuckled at the man pointing a gun at him.
Race gave his smirking double a cold indifferent glare, "You have no where to run, so you might as well tell me where he is."
"I'm not afraid of your... friends."
"WHERE IS HE?" Race demanded
"Here." A voice replied weakly
Race looked at the direction of the voice from the corner of his eye. Though the boy was harried and flushed from fever, he was unharmed. He drew an instinctive silent sigh of relief. "You okay Jonny?"
The boy didn't reply.
His twin smirked.
It was then at that moment... he understood. Jolts of fear started to run through his body like currents of electricity. He didn't need to turn around to see the expression on the boy's face. He automatically knew what was running through his charge's mind, as reflected from his double's triumphant expression. All at once, the reason behind all this was crystal clear. He gripped the gun in his hands tighter, "What did you do to him?"
"You know that I would never hurt him," His twin stated in a silent voice, "Did you honestly think that you can keep this charade forever?"
"You twisted lying bastard. You did something... You SAID something..." Race muttered dangerously, "What did you say to him?"
"What I said?" The identical hazel green orbs that stared back at him glinted maliciously, "Why? What are you afraid of? You don't have anything to hide, now... 'Mr. Bannon'?"
"I know exactly what you're up to Korchek. It's not going to work. Your lies..."
"Lies?" The man glared at him, "Let me give you a lesson on lies. The past four years of my life was a big lie. All because of you..."
"All that had happened to you was your own doing."
"No. All that happened to me was because of you," The man's face contorted into a mask of utter hatred, "Because of you...YOU... stole my life from me."
All at once Race Bannon realized what he was up against.
"You're not going to get away with this. I'm going to stop you."
"How are you going to do that? Shoot me?" The man laughed.
This was not the same man whom he encountered four years before. That man had a name... an identity... Korchek. The man before him threw that identity away. That man was a weak willed underling following orders fearfully from a stronger willed man. The man before him did not have a man like Zin to take orders from. That man had everything to loose the day he failed his mission. The man before him has nothing left to loose.
All he wanted was to destroy the man who believed was responsible for destroying his life. To get to him through the very people he cared about. He is dangerous. An infectious microbe... he didn't know what this man had done or said to Jonny. Though there is no physical injury, Race could already sense that enough damage has been done. And he won't stop with destroying Jonny's faith... he won't stop until he destroys everything he holds dear...
"Jessie," Race whispered to himself. He narrowed his eyes and cocked his weapon, "I should have ended this foolishness a long time ago."
His double smiled and looked at the direction of the figure watching the scenario, "Maybe it would have been better that way."
Taking his chances, Race turned his head to glance at Jonny. Only to meet the pair of blue eyes that once looked up at him with an eerie sense of hero worship with the expression of... he didn't like what he saw. Six years ago, he worked very hard to bring back the childlike brightness into those eyes... the boy went through enough in life to rattle a man twice his age.
"Go ahead and do it."
Race tightened his grip on his weapon.
Jonny winced instinctively as one of the men was sent flying backwards in the air... with the sound of bone hitting bone.
Race glared down at the fallen man, his fury curbing the amusement to the fact that this was an exact repetition of the scene four years ago.
"You okay, Jonny?" Race called up to the boy
"Every muscle in my body aches to the point that I can barely move. And I had to endure the ramblings of a babbling mad man for four hours. How do you think I feel?" The boy replied blandly
"Glad to know you're okay," Race grinned as he reached out for the boy's shoulder
Jonny automatically moved away from his touch. Race could only watch mutely as the boy stared back at him, surprised at the instinctive action himself. Jonny bowed his head and pretended to look at something more interesting on the floor. Without another word, the two figures started their trek out of the building.
"Jonny."
Race turned to the direction of the owner of the voice with loathing. His twin however, ignored him and acted oblivious to the men restraining him. He merely looked at the boy with an expression Race never thought his enemy was capable of having. He looked at his companion and saw that rare deadpan expression hinting a deeper rooted anger than Jonny's usual volatile indignation.
"I don't appreciate being used, Mr. Korchek," Jonny replied in a quiet tone not different from the familiar angry tone Race heard many times before from another man
"Thanks for listening anyway."
Jonny glared at him coldly, "Screw you."
The man turned his gaze and looked far ahead, as the he was dragged away.
Race looked at the boy worriedly. Jonny started to walk past him and didn't turn around to meet his gaze.
"Jonny..."
"I want to go home."
FIN
"TRUST"
by
Ina-chan
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WAAAH! It's done! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Now I can finally let this go and get on with my life! Well... I hope you like it. If anyone feels like writing a fanfic connected to this concept... feel free.
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Ina-chan