Revenge Part 3
Gene kissed Jim passionately. Gene's demanding hands roamed over Jim's back, and then cupped Jim's butt massaging it slowly. Jim melted in Gene's embrace loving every minute. Gene pulled away from Jim, and whispered tenderly in Jim's ear, "I lov...."
"Wake up!" a harsh voice interrupted Jim's dream. Jim groaned before drifting back to sleep. A hand roughly pulled Jim up by his hair. "I said get up!" the voice repeated.
Jim's eyes shot open to stair directly in to Ron's face. Ron let go of Jim's hair; pleased with the fear covering Jim's face. Jim quickly scooted to the opposite edge of the bed, blue eyes wide. "MacDougle!" Jim whispered.
"So you recognize me." Ron stated, while smirking intimidatingly dawn at Jim.
Jim quickly became irritated with himself. Not going to be intimidated, Jim straitened up and put on his most irritated face. An expression he had mastered because of Gene.
Ron suppressed an amused chuckle. No matted how much Jim tried; he could never intimidate any one over five. Jim was short, and always had been. He still had a child like face, despite reaching 19. His rather slim build didn't help either, and anyone could tell that Ron out matched Jim in strength even without the addition of cybernetic implants.
Ron lifted Jim's chin with his index finger, and studied Jim's face. Then the finger trailed over Jim's cheek; and then drew a line down his face and neck. "So beautiful," Ron whispered, "too bad you will have to be scarred." Ron's voice remained quite and with compassion, but his lips twisted in to a sadistic grin. Thoughts of Jim screaming in pain and Gene in aguish only fueled Ron's grin and dark stair.
Jim's eyes widened, and his lips before held in a tight line parted in fear. His pulse drummed in his ear, as it escalated. Ron absorbed the fear, and scratched Jim's neck with a finger. Blood beaded from the small wound. Jim shivered, as the warm blood trailed down his throat.
Ron then held the back of Jim's neck. Leaning over Ron lapped up the warm red beads. Jim shivered, and tried to pull away. Ron held the struggling boy, and continued to lick up the fresh flowing blood. He then nipped the wound, and pulled back to view the frightened face.
Ron's eyes caught Jim's, and held Jim desperately wanted to avert his eyes but unable. "What do you want?" Jim chocked out.
Ron leaned over, and whispered in Jim's ear. "You'll find out soon enough."
Gene sat collecting his thoughts, while Fred gave orders to his employees. A beep sounded in Gene's ear, and he turned on the device on his ear lobe.
"Gene?" Melfina's tentative voice called.
"Yeah, it's me." Gene sighed, and closed his eyes.
Fred's ears perked at the sound of Gene's voice, and ended the phone conversation so he could listen in on Gene.
"Gene, Ron MacDougle is on the phone waiting for you." Melfina said.
"What! I'll be there right away." Gene shouted jumping off the couch.
"Gene, what is going on?" Fred asked only hearing Gene's half of the conversation, and grabbed Gene's shoulder.
Gene shrugged Fred off, and answered while heading to the door, "MacDougle called. I need to go receive it."
Fred ran, and jumped in Gene's way. "Wait Gene! You can take the call here, and you don't have to wait till you get home." Gene gave Fred a skeptical look, and Fred explained. "I'm tapped in to your phone."
Gene blinked at Fred unbelieving, and then said, "I'm not going to ask, and I'm going home. I don't want you more involved than you have to be, and your wasting time." Gene pushed Fred out of his way, and headed to the door again.
Fred huffed out an angry puff of air, caught up with Gene, and turned him around. I'm worried about Jim to, and I don't want to be left in the dark."
Gene opened his mouth in protest, but Fred continued. "Any way I can have the line traced, which I don't think you can do with out Jim. That way we might be able to find out where they are."
Gene glared at Fred, but gave in. Gene tugged on the radio on his ear, and said. "Melfina, there is a change in plans. I'm taking the call at Fred's."
Gene kissed Jim passionately. Gene's demanding hands roamed over Jim's back, and then cupped Jim's butt massaging it slowly. Jim melted in Gene's embrace loving every minute. Gene pulled away from Jim, and whispered tenderly in Jim's ear, "I lov...."
"Wake up!" a harsh voice interrupted Jim's dream. Jim groaned before drifting back to sleep. A hand roughly pulled Jim up by his hair. "I said get up!" the voice repeated.
Jim's eyes shot open to stair directly in to Ron's face. Ron let go of Jim's hair; pleased with the fear covering Jim's face. Jim quickly scooted to the opposite edge of the bed, blue eyes wide. "MacDougle!" Jim whispered.
"So you recognize me." Ron stated, while smirking intimidatingly dawn at Jim.
Jim quickly became irritated with himself. Not going to be intimidated, Jim straitened up and put on his most irritated face. An expression he had mastered because of Gene.
Ron suppressed an amused chuckle. No matted how much Jim tried; he could never intimidate any one over five. Jim was short, and always had been. He still had a child like face, despite reaching 19. His rather slim build didn't help either, and anyone could tell that Ron out matched Jim in strength even without the addition of cybernetic implants.
Ron lifted Jim's chin with his index finger, and studied Jim's face. Then the finger trailed over Jim's cheek; and then drew a line down his face and neck. "So beautiful," Ron whispered, "too bad you will have to be scarred." Ron's voice remained quite and with compassion, but his lips twisted in to a sadistic grin. Thoughts of Jim screaming in pain and Gene in aguish only fueled Ron's grin and dark stair.
Jim's eyes widened, and his lips before held in a tight line parted in fear. His pulse drummed in his ear, as it escalated. Ron absorbed the fear, and scratched Jim's neck with a finger. Blood beaded from the small wound. Jim shivered, as the warm blood trailed down his throat.
Ron then held the back of Jim's neck. Leaning over Ron lapped up the warm red beads. Jim shivered, and tried to pull away. Ron held the struggling boy, and continued to lick up the fresh flowing blood. He then nipped the wound, and pulled back to view the frightened face.
Ron's eyes caught Jim's, and held Jim desperately wanted to avert his eyes but unable. "What do you want?" Jim chocked out.
Ron leaned over, and whispered in Jim's ear. "You'll find out soon enough."
Gene sat collecting his thoughts, while Fred gave orders to his employees. A beep sounded in Gene's ear, and he turned on the device on his ear lobe.
"Gene?" Melfina's tentative voice called.
"Yeah, it's me." Gene sighed, and closed his eyes.
Fred's ears perked at the sound of Gene's voice, and ended the phone conversation so he could listen in on Gene.
"Gene, Ron MacDougle is on the phone waiting for you." Melfina said.
"What! I'll be there right away." Gene shouted jumping off the couch.
"Gene, what is going on?" Fred asked only hearing Gene's half of the conversation, and grabbed Gene's shoulder.
Gene shrugged Fred off, and answered while heading to the door, "MacDougle called. I need to go receive it."
Fred ran, and jumped in Gene's way. "Wait Gene! You can take the call here, and you don't have to wait till you get home." Gene gave Fred a skeptical look, and Fred explained. "I'm tapped in to your phone."
Gene blinked at Fred unbelieving, and then said, "I'm not going to ask, and I'm going home. I don't want you more involved than you have to be, and your wasting time." Gene pushed Fred out of his way, and headed to the door again.
Fred huffed out an angry puff of air, caught up with Gene, and turned him around. I'm worried about Jim to, and I don't want to be left in the dark."
Gene opened his mouth in protest, but Fred continued. "Any way I can have the line traced, which I don't think you can do with out Jim. That way we might be able to find out where they are."
Gene glared at Fred, but gave in. Gene tugged on the radio on his ear, and said. "Melfina, there is a change in plans. I'm taking the call at Fred's."