Part 12
Warning: shonen ai
This and all my stories are at my web site http://www.geocities.com/jayaballard16/index
IMPORTANT: This story is being put on hold. I have had great difficulty with writing this part, and I have to reread the story and ect. I also have many other fanfics I want to write, and I've lost the fire for this story. BUT I WILL CONTIUE IT! I've promised myself that much. I've enjoyed writing it so much I don't want to leave it unfinished, but I need a brake. I'm sorry it took so long to write this part and that I came to this decision.
"Lets go to your office first." Gene suggested as soon as he and Fred got to Fred's business.
Fred nodded, and led the way. As they approached the office Fred began to shake nervously. He knew what awaited him in his office, and no mater how much he prepared himself for it there was no way he was ready. Fred knew that even as his hand rested on the doorknob, and he opened the door.
Even knowing what sight awaited him he still was in shock. He took a cautious step forward, then he took another one, and then ran to the body. "No." Fred whispered taking his guard in his arms. "Oh god, no!"
He held his guard to his bosom, and he cried. Fred felt the body, praying for warmth, but the guard was ice cold. "Please, no."
Fred held his guard tighter to his chest. "You can't be gone."
Fred shook his guard and stared into the lifeless eyes, "Wake up!"
"Fred." Gene said.
Fred continued to whisper "no" with increasing hysteria.
"Fred!" Gene shook Fred's shoulder.
"Don't leave me." Fred ordered his guard, even though it was to late.
"Come on, Fred, he's dead." Gene stared to pull Fred off of the guard.
Fred broke away from Gene, and desperately clung to his guard. "No, he can't die! I still need him." Fred broke down and sobbed. 'He can't be dead, he just can't."
Gene grabbed a hold of Fred again, and completely removed him from the body. Fred tried to pull away, but even though he was bigger, Gene was much stronger. Gene pulled Fred into the display room, and held the still struggling Fred in a vice like grip. Fred continued fighting Gene's grip and protesting his guard's death.
Gene finally realized Fred wasn't giving up, and when Fred almost wormed his way out of Gene's grip, Gene had to readjust it. Gene now held Fred's head to his chest. Bending his head down so his lips met Fred's ear Gene whispered. "Come on, Fred, calm down."
Gene tightened his grip around Fred's waist, and loosened his grip on Fred's chin. Gene let his fingers caress Fred's neck, and cooed calmingly in Fred's ear. "Calm down, Fred. There's nothing you could've done."
Fred's struggling lessened, but because Gene was calming Fred or if Fred was getting tiered, Gene couldn't tell. Even when Fred's screams of denial turned into sobs, Gene didn't let go or stop talking to Fred. Gene relaxed his grip on Fred, and moved his hand to caress Fred's tear soaked cheek. "Shhhhhhh, Fred, it's alright. It'll be alright."
Fred let his head fall on Gene's shoulder, and stared out into space.
*_*_*_
"What the hell is happing?" Harry asked his reflection in the bathroom mirror, as Harry stared at himself in despair.
Then he walked to the shower, and turned it on letting the water wash the blood off his hands. The blood belonged to Jim. When he had cleaned Jim up, the burnt skin came off and is he washed too hard the blisters broke and bled. Jim was unconscious through the ordeal, but he still moaned in pain.
Ron injured the boy like that, and it made Harry sick. His own brother that he loved and trusted did that. But was Ron really Ron any more? Was Ron really his brother any more?
Ron never acted this way before. He never hurt anyone like this before. Yes, Ron had killed many people, but he never tortured them.
And he had never touched Harry like a cheap whore. Ron had always been reverent and gentle, but now it was if Harry was reduced to a hooker. Feeling dirty Harry turned the hot water up.
Ron was different than the Ron in Harry's memories. He was different then the Ron before the Galactic Layline. And when Harry thought about it Ron changed entirely after the Layline. Could such a small moment of time change a man?
Harry did not know, because he had no memory of the Layline. His memories stopped right before they entered and began in the ships computer after they left. Was he the same Harry that died at the Layline? What happened that could destroy the Ron he knew, and how did it affect his former self?
But the revelations and questions were too much, as Harry sank to the bottom of the shower crying in confusion and despair. And he remembered a song that comforted him like nothing else.
Oto no nai mahiru
Kaze wa tada akarui
Sukoshi nemutasou ni
Hanabira ga yureta
Nani ge nai kono omoi
Nee, hito wa donna kotoba de
Yondeiru no
Shiroi suna no tsuki
Toji kometa hanashi o
Hikari furasu you ni
Kikasete ne sotto
End of part 1 Revenge
Jim referring to Mel: "She's just like a mom."
Warning: shonen ai
This and all my stories are at my web site http://www.geocities.com/jayaballard16/index
IMPORTANT: This story is being put on hold. I have had great difficulty with writing this part, and I have to reread the story and ect. I also have many other fanfics I want to write, and I've lost the fire for this story. BUT I WILL CONTIUE IT! I've promised myself that much. I've enjoyed writing it so much I don't want to leave it unfinished, but I need a brake. I'm sorry it took so long to write this part and that I came to this decision.
"Lets go to your office first." Gene suggested as soon as he and Fred got to Fred's business.
Fred nodded, and led the way. As they approached the office Fred began to shake nervously. He knew what awaited him in his office, and no mater how much he prepared himself for it there was no way he was ready. Fred knew that even as his hand rested on the doorknob, and he opened the door.
Even knowing what sight awaited him he still was in shock. He took a cautious step forward, then he took another one, and then ran to the body. "No." Fred whispered taking his guard in his arms. "Oh god, no!"
He held his guard to his bosom, and he cried. Fred felt the body, praying for warmth, but the guard was ice cold. "Please, no."
Fred held his guard tighter to his chest. "You can't be gone."
Fred shook his guard and stared into the lifeless eyes, "Wake up!"
"Fred." Gene said.
Fred continued to whisper "no" with increasing hysteria.
"Fred!" Gene shook Fred's shoulder.
"Don't leave me." Fred ordered his guard, even though it was to late.
"Come on, Fred, he's dead." Gene stared to pull Fred off of the guard.
Fred broke away from Gene, and desperately clung to his guard. "No, he can't die! I still need him." Fred broke down and sobbed. 'He can't be dead, he just can't."
Gene grabbed a hold of Fred again, and completely removed him from the body. Fred tried to pull away, but even though he was bigger, Gene was much stronger. Gene pulled Fred into the display room, and held the still struggling Fred in a vice like grip. Fred continued fighting Gene's grip and protesting his guard's death.
Gene finally realized Fred wasn't giving up, and when Fred almost wormed his way out of Gene's grip, Gene had to readjust it. Gene now held Fred's head to his chest. Bending his head down so his lips met Fred's ear Gene whispered. "Come on, Fred, calm down."
Gene tightened his grip around Fred's waist, and loosened his grip on Fred's chin. Gene let his fingers caress Fred's neck, and cooed calmingly in Fred's ear. "Calm down, Fred. There's nothing you could've done."
Fred's struggling lessened, but because Gene was calming Fred or if Fred was getting tiered, Gene couldn't tell. Even when Fred's screams of denial turned into sobs, Gene didn't let go or stop talking to Fred. Gene relaxed his grip on Fred, and moved his hand to caress Fred's tear soaked cheek. "Shhhhhhh, Fred, it's alright. It'll be alright."
Fred let his head fall on Gene's shoulder, and stared out into space.
*_*_*_
"What the hell is happing?" Harry asked his reflection in the bathroom mirror, as Harry stared at himself in despair.
Then he walked to the shower, and turned it on letting the water wash the blood off his hands. The blood belonged to Jim. When he had cleaned Jim up, the burnt skin came off and is he washed too hard the blisters broke and bled. Jim was unconscious through the ordeal, but he still moaned in pain.
Ron injured the boy like that, and it made Harry sick. His own brother that he loved and trusted did that. But was Ron really Ron any more? Was Ron really his brother any more?
Ron never acted this way before. He never hurt anyone like this before. Yes, Ron had killed many people, but he never tortured them.
And he had never touched Harry like a cheap whore. Ron had always been reverent and gentle, but now it was if Harry was reduced to a hooker. Feeling dirty Harry turned the hot water up.
Ron was different than the Ron in Harry's memories. He was different then the Ron before the Galactic Layline. And when Harry thought about it Ron changed entirely after the Layline. Could such a small moment of time change a man?
Harry did not know, because he had no memory of the Layline. His memories stopped right before they entered and began in the ships computer after they left. Was he the same Harry that died at the Layline? What happened that could destroy the Ron he knew, and how did it affect his former self?
But the revelations and questions were too much, as Harry sank to the bottom of the shower crying in confusion and despair. And he remembered a song that comforted him like nothing else.
Oto no nai mahiru
Kaze wa tada akarui
Sukoshi nemutasou ni
Hanabira ga yureta
Nani ge nai kono omoi
Nee, hito wa donna kotoba de
Yondeiru no
Shiroi suna no tsuki
Toji kometa hanashi o
Hikari furasu you ni
Kikasete ne sotto
End of part 1 Revenge
Jim referring to Mel: "She's just like a mom."