CHAPTER SIX

- REVELATION -

After dinner Hudson and his old friend Tom sat in the living room, neither man wanting to break the companionable silence. Finally when Oliver could take the suspense no longer he spoke up.

"Tom, before the others get here I need to know what you know," his gruff voice showing an emotion his friend had not seen from him in a long time.

"What I know Oliver, I'm not sure you want to hear. I know he is alive, but other than that… Question is, how much detail do you want?" came Tom's reluctant reply.

"Tell me what ever you know. It can't be any worse than my imagination," the guilt that had been following him around for months showing plainly on his face and in his voice.

"Ok. Here is what I know for a fact. A top ranking officer in Section Seven basically sold your ensign for ten million US credits. Working with Bourn, he set up the mission and made sure that there would be only one person who could pull it off. What they didn't count on of course was you. You are one stubborn son of a bitch Oliver. You threw a wrench into their plans, they almost had to scrap the whole thing, or so I'm told. But, Bourn being the insane dictator that he is turned it around to his favor as only the insane can."

Hudson took a minute to let his rage wash over him. It was not unexpected, that Lucas had been sold out, but the thought still made him sick. Damn Section Seven. He knew the next bit would just enrage him further so he took a deep cleansing breath and let it out slowly. Willing the rage to die back for a moment, he told his friend to continue.

"Once Section Seven had convinced the Secretary-General that it was the best plan to give Bourn a hard time, of course the UEO was behind it all the way," Tom sighed and looked at his long time friend and compatriot. "Are you sure you want to know the darker bits?"

"I've spent the last six months torturing myself with the thoughts of what he is going through. I at least owe it to him to hear it. Plus, when, not if, we get him back, I'm going to need to know what I'm dealing with."

"Very well, some things you need to know first though. Bourn has always had a weakness for young boys. Years ago your young ensign and Bourn had a run in. Bourn, of course became enraptured. He was totally obsessed with Wolenczak. He had plans back then even to capture him, then they disappeared. He took to kidnapping young men who looked like Wolenczak. They would be found months later, broke shells of the people they were before. Raped and beaten, conditioned to take orders no matter what they were just so they wouldn't be beaten again. Several years ago they started turning up dead or worse, addicted. Turns out he was using a combination of drugs and sensory deprivation, real Manchurian Candidate kind of thing. These boys, Oliver, the best that most of them can hope for is good psychiatric hospital. I'm sorry, but 'when' we do get your ensign back… well, just be prepared. He probably won't be the boy you knew," Tom trailed off with a sigh. He hated having to tell Oliver something like that. The man looked ready to cry.

"We know for a fact that this has happened to Lucas?"

"Yes. The other young men that he had when you and Wolenczak were taken have been found. They were all dead. My sources tell me that shortly after you were released he ordered his men to kill them all. It seems he no longer needed them as now he had the real thing. I'm sorry, Oliver. I really am." Tom could tell just by looking at his friend that he had strong feelings for the kid, maybe even loved him. He would probably never admit to it if asked but Oliver Hudson definitely cared for Wolenczak.

"Do you have any information on how he is now? Is he.. Is he already broken?"

"Oliver, why are you doing this to yourself? You know the kinds of conditions he has been living in for the last six months. How do you think he is? He is non responsive for the most part. He stopped talking months ago, he's lost weight and he is now covered in scars that he will carry with him for the rest of his life. Mentally and physically. Is that enough yet? Do you really want the details of his rapes? The beatings? The gang rapes for acting out? Bourn is insane, Oliver. If you can think of something to hurt another human he has probably done it to Lucas. From the sounds of it, the boy just didn't believe that no one was coming for him. It wasn't until he was told outright that he had been declared dead and everyone had moved on that he gave up. That's a lot of fight that Bourn was just not going to take. He would give the boy to his guards to punish. Lesson after lesson. Brute after brute, raping him, beating him. Drugging him so that he couldn't fight them. Do you want to hear about the time he tried to escape?"

"Enough. I get it. Ok, I get it," Hudson stood and paced the room furiously. He mind was shutting down in impotent rage.

"He is gone Oliver. I'll help you get him back but you need to prepare yourself. He is broken. Mind, body and soul."

Oliver couldn't respond. He had known that Bourn was crazy but he had held out hope that Lucas would be ok. Now.. Now he just wanted to kill Bourn and get Lucas back to safety. He had no idea how to help the boy heal but he could at least get him away from that mad man. The UEO would grant him custody quickly and quietly after declaring the boy dead and not even attempting a rescue. They wouldn't need that type of publicity. After that he just didn't know what he would do. But what ever he had to do to help the boy he would do.

"When we reach your Ensign, you will wait outside," he held up a hand to forestall the inevitable comments. "Wait and listen to me. The object of this mission is to get the boy out of there, not revenge. You and I both know that if you went in, you would kill Bourn. That won't help Wolenczak. Not to mention the fact that neither you nor your ensign need for you to see him in that room. He should only associate you with good things. And you being in that room, his cell, would only bring about bad associative memories. Do you understand?"

"Yes, of course I do. That doesn't mean that I like it," Hudson growled.

"You don't have to like it. Just do it."

Hudson sighed, he was exhausted from the emotional roller coaster he had been on all day. He saw the look of sympathy in Tom's eyes and decided that he just couldn't take anymore today. Tomorrow the others would arrive and plans would be made. Until then, he needed sleep. He nodded to his friend, then turned sharply and headed for the guest room and hopefully the oblivion of sleep.

Bourn walked in slowly. The smirk on his face grew when he spotted the Pretty One. Just as he left him earlier. Sitting in the bed naked. The boy had taken some time to break but finally he was exactly what Bourn had wanted. A Pretty One that is seen and not heard. A shadow of his former self, with no will of his own, only one that Bourn gave him. It had taken until the last escape attempt when he had finally let a few of his guards deal with him to really break him. But now he was a glorious master piece. A perfect living Shade.

"Pretty One, I have a surprise for you. Tonight we are going to a Gala. Lots of important people will be there and I am finally going to get to show you off. My perfect little Pretty One," Alex crooned softly as he petted Lucas's hair. He felt the desire within him quicken as it always did when he was this close to his Pretty One.

"Here darling, I've chosen the perfect outfit for you to wear tonight," he motioned to the box he had brought in. "Put it on. I want to see you in it."

Lucas moved slowly to the edge of the bed and opened the box. All the fight had left him. He knew it was useless to fight, it would only bring him more pain. He had closed off most of his mind months ago and now mearly existed long enough to find a way to die. His heart sank as he looked at the cloths Bourn had brought him. Though his expression did not change and he gave no outward sign, he was disgusted with the cloths. It would make him look exactly like what Bourn wanted him to be. A Whore.

He stood next to the bed to begin dressing. He might hate the cloths but even they were better than being naked with Bourn in the room. But before he could get dressed Bourn was touching him again. Lucas froze and fled within his mind again. He prayed that he would find a way to end this soon. He didn't know how much longer he would be able to stay sane.

Bourn was like a predator and his Pretty One was the ultimate prey. He had seen a momentary glimmer in the young ones eyes and he didn't like it. But with the Gala tonight he wouldn't be able to teach the Pretty One his proper place until later. The thought of the other people looking on what was his with Lust and jealously made his blood sing. As the boy stood to obey his command and he glimpsed that pale white flesh he gave in to the ever present need. The Pretty One no longer fought him when he entered the tight sheath. Still after all these months he was as tight as the first time. With a few quick strokes he was moaning his completion into the soft chest beneath him. He bit down hard a nipple. That was becoming almost a ritual, it was the one time he could get a responds from the Pretty One. He found himself almost wishing he would fight more. But then again, he liked his Pretty little Shade, and he had waited such a long time to get him. Bourn lost himself in his insane musings. Not paying attention to the body next to him any more now that his lust had been sated.

Lucas willed himself not to tear up at the bite. So far it was the one thing guarantied to bring him back to bodily awareness. He idly wondered if the guards that continuously watched him through the video camera's liked watching what Bourn did to him. Perhaps they jerked off to the scenes like watching porn. He let his mind wonder off again. In his mind no one hurt him, no one used him. In his mind there was comfort and safety. In the real world no one was even looking for him. In the real world he had no comfort, no safety. In the real world he had No One.

T.B.C.