Revenge Part 10
Warnings: violence
Fred Lou prepared for an appointment with a new client. A week passed since he learned of Jim's abduction, and was glad he had the distraction of work. He knew all he could do was wait for information to come in, and hope he could help. It was not easy, but he was always working so he could not dwell on it. Most of his work involved paper work and major business decisions. Rarely did he talk to buyers any more unless the buyer was Gene or some one buying the highly expensive and highly illegal. Some things could not be handled by employees.
Today's client fit that curriculum. He went by the name of Harry Williams although Fred doubted that was his real name, because only a real idiot would use there name to buy no less than ten fully loaded grappler ships.
Fred sighed and tugged his ear. It will be fun to do what he does best. Business.
*_*_*_
Ron prepared to make a video for Gene, and Jim would be the star. Ron wished it could be live, but the risk of being traced while on Sentinal was too great. But the fact it was a video did not disappoint Ron too much. While he told Harry that he did this so Gene would be reminded of the pain, in truth hurting Jim gave him as much pleaser as hurting Gene through Jim.
*_*_*_
"Mr. Williams is here to see you." Fred's guard announced.
"Let him wait a few minutes before letting him in." Fred replied. Fred closed his eyes for a minute relaxing. When he opened them his eyes shone and his lips were curved in a wide cheerful smile. His father had taught him that a mask was vital to business, and Fred took that lesson to heart.
Fred shifted papers around his desk situating them for easy access. Then Fred waited, and sank into full control of himself. If he controlled himself he controlled the situation and the deal.
After no more than two minutes his guard opened the door letting Harry Williams in. His aqua hair was tied back severely putting all emphasis on his sharp face, and violet eyes. He wore his pants tight and knee high boots over them. Harry's loose t-shirt matched his eyes, and his belt had an empty holster.
Fred Lou barley registered how handsome Harry was when he struck.
*_*_*_
It has been a week Starwind and it's time to show you what pain is." Ron spoke to the camera nearly shaking with anticipation.
"Once again young Halking will be demonstrated on." Ron silently wished he could have made it live so he could see Starwind's pain, but Halking's would have to satisfy him.
Ron walked over to Jim. He hung by his wrists from the ceiling. His arm redislocated its self from because of the strain. Ron ran his fingers down Jim's yet to be harmed chest.
"Today, we'll see how well he takes being burnt."
*_*_*_
In one smooth quick motion Harry kneeled to pull a knife from his boot, stood, and stabbed Fred's guard in the gut. Harry then kicked him of the knife. The guard fell to the ground, and his gun fell a few feet away.
Harry ran to the gun and smoothly picked it up. With a steady hand he raised the weapon. "Good bye, Mr. Lou."
*_*_*_
Ron felt like an artist as he tortured Jim for the camera. The poker was his brush, and the hot oil the paint. Jim hung limply and sobbed while Ron worked on the design.
Ron finished tracing a rib with the hot poker. Ron trailed his fingers down Jim's chest, caressing the puss white blisters that traced Jim's ribs. "Beautiful." Ron whispered.
*_*_*_
Fred stared down the barrel of a gun trembling. "How much?" Fred asked voice shaking.
Harry cocked both his eyebrow and gun. Harry's mentality toward killing and his grace were both akin to a cat's, so why not let Fed think he could be persuaded with money.
Fred sighed thinking he had a chance. With a slightly calmer voice he offered, "I can pay you twice of what your employer is. As well as a steady well paying job."
Harry smiled and took a step forward; gun still pointed a Fred's face. "Sorry but I don't think my brother would appreciate me letting you go.
"Your brother?" Fred whispered realizing he was screwed.
"Yeah." Harry said expressively moving his hand that held the gun. "Ron gets pissed when I don't finish a job."
Fred's eyes widened in fear, "You don't mean Ron MacDougle?"
Harry laughed. "Yeah, life sucks don't it!" Touching the gun to his lips Fred asked. "Where was I before you rudely interrupted." Then he smiled too broadly. "Oh yes, I remember now." Harry pointed the gun at Fred again.
*_*_*_
After poring hot oil down Jim's abdomen Ron stepped back to view Jim. Ron frowned realizing the quite sobs had stopped. He held up Jim's chin, which was slightly cold. Listening carefully he could hear Jim's shallow breath. Ron then lifted up one of Jim's eyelids. Jim's eyes were dilated.
Ron frowned slightly before remembering the camera. Turning to it Ron smiled. "It seems that your friends gone into shock. But don't worry I wont let him die. I'm not done with this game." Ron picked up a remote and shut off the recorder.
*_*_*_
Fred whimpered and closed his eyes as he awaited death.
Harry let the moment drag on, as the familiar maniac glee that accompanied killing flooded in. Fred's terror only pleased Harry more. Time stilled as Harry pulled the trigger.
Fred heard the gun go off, but there was no pain. He opened an eye. Fred's bodyguard wrestled Harry to the ground. Fred stood there stupidly watching.
His guard had one thing in mind. Save Fred. He ignored the pain in his gut from the knife wound, as he fought Harry.
Using greater strength than Harry's small frame appeared to posses he kicked the guard off. Harry jumped on his feet only guard knock the gun out of his hand.
The guard and Harry continued to wrestle for the gun. Then Fred's guard saw him watching mindlessly. "Fred, get out of here!" the guard shouted concerned with Fred's well being. Almost as if Fred just noticed the danger Fred ran to the door, but the concern the guard had for Fred proved fatal.
Harry was able to gain control of the gun, and shot the guard. The bullet hit the guard in the chest but missed the heart. The guard involuntarily coughed up the blood rapidly filling his lungs on to Harry. Harry fired off two more successive shots finishing him off.
Harry stepped around the guard and the rapidly expanding pool of blood, and glanced around. There was no sign of Fred in the room.
Fred had run out of the room just in time to miss his guard's death, but winced as he heard the shots. The display hall was at lest the size of a football field. But never before had it felt so large and threatening, as Fred weaved through the rows of weapons.
Harry half jogged around the perimeter, while searching for Fred. Harry ran half way around the room and spotted Fred. Fred was almost to the door. Immediately Harry took shots at Fred, growling. "Die! Die! Die!" Only one shot hit, and it hit Fred in the shoulder.
But Fred opened the door, and ran out. Harry fallowed only to see Fred speeding away in a car.
*_*_*_
Gene woke up to pounding at his door. It was noon and the girls knew better than to come this early.
Slowly Gene sat up on the floor, and out of a puddle of drool. He had passed out on the living room floor the night before. Amazingly Gene had been sober since Jim was gone, as well as virtually starving him self, because Gene just didn't feel like eating or drinking. But last night he gave into his old mistress. She had been good to him the night before, but today Gene had a killed hangover.
"Gene!" a familiar voice shouted from out side. Carefully Gene stood up, and walked to the door. He opened it to reveal a very distressed Fred Lou.
"Gene! Thank god you're here." Fred flung himself at Gene, and held on desperately with one hand. "MacDougle sent his brother to kill me." Fred began, and retold the previous events.
Gene paid no attention. Fred's voice cut through his skull, and it was all Gene could do by not ripping Fred apart for walking him up. Then Gene noticed the shoulder of the hand not holding on to Gene was bloody- very bloody. Dumbly Gene interrupted, "You've been shot."
Fred blinked, "Huh?"
"Your arm is bloody. You've been shot." Gene said pointing to Fred's shoulder.
Fred blinked again, and repeated. "I've been shot?" Fred looked at his shoulder and exclaimed. "I've been shot!" Fred's eyes rolled to the back of his head, as he fainted.
Warnings: violence
Fred Lou prepared for an appointment with a new client. A week passed since he learned of Jim's abduction, and was glad he had the distraction of work. He knew all he could do was wait for information to come in, and hope he could help. It was not easy, but he was always working so he could not dwell on it. Most of his work involved paper work and major business decisions. Rarely did he talk to buyers any more unless the buyer was Gene or some one buying the highly expensive and highly illegal. Some things could not be handled by employees.
Today's client fit that curriculum. He went by the name of Harry Williams although Fred doubted that was his real name, because only a real idiot would use there name to buy no less than ten fully loaded grappler ships.
Fred sighed and tugged his ear. It will be fun to do what he does best. Business.
*_*_*_
Ron prepared to make a video for Gene, and Jim would be the star. Ron wished it could be live, but the risk of being traced while on Sentinal was too great. But the fact it was a video did not disappoint Ron too much. While he told Harry that he did this so Gene would be reminded of the pain, in truth hurting Jim gave him as much pleaser as hurting Gene through Jim.
*_*_*_
"Mr. Williams is here to see you." Fred's guard announced.
"Let him wait a few minutes before letting him in." Fred replied. Fred closed his eyes for a minute relaxing. When he opened them his eyes shone and his lips were curved in a wide cheerful smile. His father had taught him that a mask was vital to business, and Fred took that lesson to heart.
Fred shifted papers around his desk situating them for easy access. Then Fred waited, and sank into full control of himself. If he controlled himself he controlled the situation and the deal.
After no more than two minutes his guard opened the door letting Harry Williams in. His aqua hair was tied back severely putting all emphasis on his sharp face, and violet eyes. He wore his pants tight and knee high boots over them. Harry's loose t-shirt matched his eyes, and his belt had an empty holster.
Fred Lou barley registered how handsome Harry was when he struck.
*_*_*_
It has been a week Starwind and it's time to show you what pain is." Ron spoke to the camera nearly shaking with anticipation.
"Once again young Halking will be demonstrated on." Ron silently wished he could have made it live so he could see Starwind's pain, but Halking's would have to satisfy him.
Ron walked over to Jim. He hung by his wrists from the ceiling. His arm redislocated its self from because of the strain. Ron ran his fingers down Jim's yet to be harmed chest.
"Today, we'll see how well he takes being burnt."
*_*_*_
In one smooth quick motion Harry kneeled to pull a knife from his boot, stood, and stabbed Fred's guard in the gut. Harry then kicked him of the knife. The guard fell to the ground, and his gun fell a few feet away.
Harry ran to the gun and smoothly picked it up. With a steady hand he raised the weapon. "Good bye, Mr. Lou."
*_*_*_
Ron felt like an artist as he tortured Jim for the camera. The poker was his brush, and the hot oil the paint. Jim hung limply and sobbed while Ron worked on the design.
Ron finished tracing a rib with the hot poker. Ron trailed his fingers down Jim's chest, caressing the puss white blisters that traced Jim's ribs. "Beautiful." Ron whispered.
*_*_*_
Fred stared down the barrel of a gun trembling. "How much?" Fred asked voice shaking.
Harry cocked both his eyebrow and gun. Harry's mentality toward killing and his grace were both akin to a cat's, so why not let Fed think he could be persuaded with money.
Fred sighed thinking he had a chance. With a slightly calmer voice he offered, "I can pay you twice of what your employer is. As well as a steady well paying job."
Harry smiled and took a step forward; gun still pointed a Fred's face. "Sorry but I don't think my brother would appreciate me letting you go.
"Your brother?" Fred whispered realizing he was screwed.
"Yeah." Harry said expressively moving his hand that held the gun. "Ron gets pissed when I don't finish a job."
Fred's eyes widened in fear, "You don't mean Ron MacDougle?"
Harry laughed. "Yeah, life sucks don't it!" Touching the gun to his lips Fred asked. "Where was I before you rudely interrupted." Then he smiled too broadly. "Oh yes, I remember now." Harry pointed the gun at Fred again.
*_*_*_
After poring hot oil down Jim's abdomen Ron stepped back to view Jim. Ron frowned realizing the quite sobs had stopped. He held up Jim's chin, which was slightly cold. Listening carefully he could hear Jim's shallow breath. Ron then lifted up one of Jim's eyelids. Jim's eyes were dilated.
Ron frowned slightly before remembering the camera. Turning to it Ron smiled. "It seems that your friends gone into shock. But don't worry I wont let him die. I'm not done with this game." Ron picked up a remote and shut off the recorder.
*_*_*_
Fred whimpered and closed his eyes as he awaited death.
Harry let the moment drag on, as the familiar maniac glee that accompanied killing flooded in. Fred's terror only pleased Harry more. Time stilled as Harry pulled the trigger.
Fred heard the gun go off, but there was no pain. He opened an eye. Fred's bodyguard wrestled Harry to the ground. Fred stood there stupidly watching.
His guard had one thing in mind. Save Fred. He ignored the pain in his gut from the knife wound, as he fought Harry.
Using greater strength than Harry's small frame appeared to posses he kicked the guard off. Harry jumped on his feet only guard knock the gun out of his hand.
The guard and Harry continued to wrestle for the gun. Then Fred's guard saw him watching mindlessly. "Fred, get out of here!" the guard shouted concerned with Fred's well being. Almost as if Fred just noticed the danger Fred ran to the door, but the concern the guard had for Fred proved fatal.
Harry was able to gain control of the gun, and shot the guard. The bullet hit the guard in the chest but missed the heart. The guard involuntarily coughed up the blood rapidly filling his lungs on to Harry. Harry fired off two more successive shots finishing him off.
Harry stepped around the guard and the rapidly expanding pool of blood, and glanced around. There was no sign of Fred in the room.
Fred had run out of the room just in time to miss his guard's death, but winced as he heard the shots. The display hall was at lest the size of a football field. But never before had it felt so large and threatening, as Fred weaved through the rows of weapons.
Harry half jogged around the perimeter, while searching for Fred. Harry ran half way around the room and spotted Fred. Fred was almost to the door. Immediately Harry took shots at Fred, growling. "Die! Die! Die!" Only one shot hit, and it hit Fred in the shoulder.
But Fred opened the door, and ran out. Harry fallowed only to see Fred speeding away in a car.
*_*_*_
Gene woke up to pounding at his door. It was noon and the girls knew better than to come this early.
Slowly Gene sat up on the floor, and out of a puddle of drool. He had passed out on the living room floor the night before. Amazingly Gene had been sober since Jim was gone, as well as virtually starving him self, because Gene just didn't feel like eating or drinking. But last night he gave into his old mistress. She had been good to him the night before, but today Gene had a killed hangover.
"Gene!" a familiar voice shouted from out side. Carefully Gene stood up, and walked to the door. He opened it to reveal a very distressed Fred Lou.
"Gene! Thank god you're here." Fred flung himself at Gene, and held on desperately with one hand. "MacDougle sent his brother to kill me." Fred began, and retold the previous events.
Gene paid no attention. Fred's voice cut through his skull, and it was all Gene could do by not ripping Fred apart for walking him up. Then Gene noticed the shoulder of the hand not holding on to Gene was bloody- very bloody. Dumbly Gene interrupted, "You've been shot."
Fred blinked, "Huh?"
"Your arm is bloody. You've been shot." Gene said pointing to Fred's shoulder.
Fred blinked again, and repeated. "I've been shot?" Fred looked at his shoulder and exclaimed. "I've been shot!" Fred's eyes rolled to the back of his head, as he fainted.