Revenge Part 5
The image on the screen shut off.
"Shit!" Gene yelled. He then through his gun on the ground in anger, and it skidded across the floor, scratching the floor in the process.
Feeling suddenly weak from spending to much energy to fast, Gene slumped to the floor. He buried his face in his hands, and wiped the tears from his eyes with the heels of his palms. Slowly Gene drew his knees to his chest, and wrapped his arms around his legs. Gene laid his head on his knees, and stared blankly at the wall. Too tiered to feel sad or angry he sat there numbly. Every thing was too much too fast, and with no sleep or food things were only worse.
The room's silence broke with a timid whisper. "Gene?"
Lethargically Gene lifted his head and turned to the sound. Fred sat on the floor with his legs pulled close to his body, and leaned on his palm. Fred stared with wide red eyes and tear stained cheeks. His body trembled, and reminded one more of a frightened deer than a cutthroat businessman. "I'm sorry." Fred whispered, his voice betraying none of its normal cheerfulness.
"Why should you be?" Gene asked, his voice accusing Fred of stupidity. "I'm the one who almost killed you in stupid rage, when I'm angry at MacDougle, not you."
Fred appeared to brighten a little. Gene never admitted mistakes, and this was as close as an apology as it got. Fred felt slightly honored, but he was still worried. "I didn't want you to react so much to MacDougle. I knew you'd be upset for giving him what he wants." Fred explained to Gene.
"Thanks for pointing that out for me." Gene growled. With a sudden burst of anger-fueled energy Gene stood up and walked to the other side of the room. Gene ran his fingers through his crimson hair, and mumbled, "Shit." When he saw Fred's frightened face. "Your chicken shit, you know that?" Gene told Fred accusingly.
Fred wiped fresh tears from his eyes, and put on a bright smile even though he felt like a dagger had been twisted in his stomach. "In my business that's how you survive, Gene." Fred answered with his mask firmly back in place, and Gene wondered how Fred could be cheerful at a time like this.
Gene once again could feel how tiered he was. He didn't want to deal with Fred, but he didn't feel like going home either. So he flopped on the couch, and turned his head away from Fred in disgust.
Fred still sat on the floor in thought, and tugged on his ear. He could have sworn he had forgotten something. Gene took a moment to wonder were Fred acquired that cute habit, and then decided that he didn't want to know.
Fred suddenly hopped up with an odd combination of cheerfulness and grace. He sat at his desk, and typed in a few commands on his computer. Fred's face fell, and he leaned back in his chair tugging his ear nervously.
"What now?" Gene asked gruffly.
"Well we were able to trace the call, but...." Fred answered, but afraid to finish.
"But?" Gene asked.
"All we can tell is that they were in orbit when MacDougle called. They're in space, Gene." Fred said remorsefully.
"Shit!" Gene replied. "I should have known; MacDougle is not stupid enough to stay here on Centinel."
"Sorry Gene." Fred said, and murmured himself. "I wish I could do more than bare bad news."
Gene turned his head away, and pinched the bridge of his nose. Gene tried to think, but he had no concentration left.
Fred watched Gene with concern, and felt hopeless. Noticing Gene almost nodded off, Fred suggested, "Why don't you go home, and go to bed Gene. You can't do anything in your condition."
Gene looked at Fred, and thought it weird that Fred didn't offer his own bed. Gene quickly decided thinking was to hard, and agreed. "You're probably right. I'll show my self out."
Fred watched Gene leave, and finally let despair take over. Fred sobbed quickly for a while till he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder, and a kind voice interrupted him. "Young Master?"
Fred looked up to see his guard's concerned face with his green eyes no longer concealed by the customary sunglasses. Fred latched on to his guard, and continued sobbing. Between sobs Fred whimpered, "Why doses Gene hate me? Why?"
The guard held Fred, patting his head reassuringly, and wondered why he had not blown Starwind away for all the times he had hurt the Young Master. The guard hushed Fred, and picked him up out of his chair. Carrying Fred like a child, the guard brought him to the couch, and laid him down. Fred pulled the guard down on the couch, clinging to him like small child would cling to his mother. The guard behaved as if it was natural, which to them it was, and ran his fingers through Fred's hair.
"I don't think he hates you, Young Master." The guard said.
Fred looked up in to his guard's eyes questioningly.
"If he hated you he would not come here at all. Anyway he must trust you if he asked you for help."
Fred sighed and nodded in agreement. "Then why would he act the way he dose?" Fred asked hoping for another comforting answer.
His guard took Fred's hand and kissed the back of it. Then he gently nuzzled with his face. "I don't know." He confessed quietly. "Perhaps Starwind is afraid."
Fred sat for a while clinging to his guard, eyes closed and in thought. The guard held Fred tenderly caressing him. He secretly envied Gene for the love Fred had for him. The guard never understood Gene throwing away Fred's love, but the guard had always secretly desired it himself.
From the quite Fred spoke. "Ever since I was ten and my father hired you; you've always been there. Thank you."
Fred's guard smiled warmly, and answered. "Your welcome, Young Master."
The image on the screen shut off.
"Shit!" Gene yelled. He then through his gun on the ground in anger, and it skidded across the floor, scratching the floor in the process.
Feeling suddenly weak from spending to much energy to fast, Gene slumped to the floor. He buried his face in his hands, and wiped the tears from his eyes with the heels of his palms. Slowly Gene drew his knees to his chest, and wrapped his arms around his legs. Gene laid his head on his knees, and stared blankly at the wall. Too tiered to feel sad or angry he sat there numbly. Every thing was too much too fast, and with no sleep or food things were only worse.
The room's silence broke with a timid whisper. "Gene?"
Lethargically Gene lifted his head and turned to the sound. Fred sat on the floor with his legs pulled close to his body, and leaned on his palm. Fred stared with wide red eyes and tear stained cheeks. His body trembled, and reminded one more of a frightened deer than a cutthroat businessman. "I'm sorry." Fred whispered, his voice betraying none of its normal cheerfulness.
"Why should you be?" Gene asked, his voice accusing Fred of stupidity. "I'm the one who almost killed you in stupid rage, when I'm angry at MacDougle, not you."
Fred appeared to brighten a little. Gene never admitted mistakes, and this was as close as an apology as it got. Fred felt slightly honored, but he was still worried. "I didn't want you to react so much to MacDougle. I knew you'd be upset for giving him what he wants." Fred explained to Gene.
"Thanks for pointing that out for me." Gene growled. With a sudden burst of anger-fueled energy Gene stood up and walked to the other side of the room. Gene ran his fingers through his crimson hair, and mumbled, "Shit." When he saw Fred's frightened face. "Your chicken shit, you know that?" Gene told Fred accusingly.
Fred wiped fresh tears from his eyes, and put on a bright smile even though he felt like a dagger had been twisted in his stomach. "In my business that's how you survive, Gene." Fred answered with his mask firmly back in place, and Gene wondered how Fred could be cheerful at a time like this.
Gene once again could feel how tiered he was. He didn't want to deal with Fred, but he didn't feel like going home either. So he flopped on the couch, and turned his head away from Fred in disgust.
Fred still sat on the floor in thought, and tugged on his ear. He could have sworn he had forgotten something. Gene took a moment to wonder were Fred acquired that cute habit, and then decided that he didn't want to know.
Fred suddenly hopped up with an odd combination of cheerfulness and grace. He sat at his desk, and typed in a few commands on his computer. Fred's face fell, and he leaned back in his chair tugging his ear nervously.
"What now?" Gene asked gruffly.
"Well we were able to trace the call, but...." Fred answered, but afraid to finish.
"But?" Gene asked.
"All we can tell is that they were in orbit when MacDougle called. They're in space, Gene." Fred said remorsefully.
"Shit!" Gene replied. "I should have known; MacDougle is not stupid enough to stay here on Centinel."
"Sorry Gene." Fred said, and murmured himself. "I wish I could do more than bare bad news."
Gene turned his head away, and pinched the bridge of his nose. Gene tried to think, but he had no concentration left.
Fred watched Gene with concern, and felt hopeless. Noticing Gene almost nodded off, Fred suggested, "Why don't you go home, and go to bed Gene. You can't do anything in your condition."
Gene looked at Fred, and thought it weird that Fred didn't offer his own bed. Gene quickly decided thinking was to hard, and agreed. "You're probably right. I'll show my self out."
Fred watched Gene leave, and finally let despair take over. Fred sobbed quickly for a while till he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder, and a kind voice interrupted him. "Young Master?"
Fred looked up to see his guard's concerned face with his green eyes no longer concealed by the customary sunglasses. Fred latched on to his guard, and continued sobbing. Between sobs Fred whimpered, "Why doses Gene hate me? Why?"
The guard held Fred, patting his head reassuringly, and wondered why he had not blown Starwind away for all the times he had hurt the Young Master. The guard hushed Fred, and picked him up out of his chair. Carrying Fred like a child, the guard brought him to the couch, and laid him down. Fred pulled the guard down on the couch, clinging to him like small child would cling to his mother. The guard behaved as if it was natural, which to them it was, and ran his fingers through Fred's hair.
"I don't think he hates you, Young Master." The guard said.
Fred looked up in to his guard's eyes questioningly.
"If he hated you he would not come here at all. Anyway he must trust you if he asked you for help."
Fred sighed and nodded in agreement. "Then why would he act the way he dose?" Fred asked hoping for another comforting answer.
His guard took Fred's hand and kissed the back of it. Then he gently nuzzled with his face. "I don't know." He confessed quietly. "Perhaps Starwind is afraid."
Fred sat for a while clinging to his guard, eyes closed and in thought. The guard held Fred tenderly caressing him. He secretly envied Gene for the love Fred had for him. The guard never understood Gene throwing away Fred's love, but the guard had always secretly desired it himself.
From the quite Fred spoke. "Ever since I was ten and my father hired you; you've always been there. Thank you."
Fred's guard smiled warmly, and answered. "Your welcome, Young Master."