It hurt, more than he ever wanted to confess to. He had gone and married first, because he had to. His father had been without mercy. It was a marriage without love, Aaraya did not love him, and he certainly did not love her. He did this solely because this was his duty to his planet. He put on a hard, stone cold mask, ever day. But inside, in a place where very few would ever reach him, his heart was shattered. Duke Maddox, Helena,they had all conspired against him, hiding his beloved I'Son from him. And from the look of things, they filled his head with stories that made him turn against him. Bleylock was unable to wrap his head around the fact that I'Son could have made the choise all by himself. Someone had filled his head with lies. Off course he had just roughed him up some, I'Son was strong, he could take that kind of foreplay. Bleylock completely failed to see how he himself fell apart, his mind was consumed with I'Son. It cut so incredibly deep, seeing him kiss his now newly wed wife, looking so in love, the love he had once given to him. Bleylock held a secret resentment against Helena Danvers over this. In his twisted mind, she had stolen I'Son from him. If I'Son had never met her, this would never have happened. He would not have married her, the bitch. He would still be with him. Then he would not have to marry Aaraya. There had to be a way, a way to talk this over. Right now, I'Son was on his honeymoon with his wife, Where Bleylock did not know. Duke Maddox made sure the location of the favoured scientist was kept secret from him. Another reason to hate his employer. Bleylock carried a lot of rage and hatred within, accompanied with a lot of frustration. He missed him, and craved having him lie net to him at night, with that calm smile, the mischief glittering in his eyes, have someone to ask for advice on complicated formulas that his current scientists worked on. I'Son would spot the snag in a seconds and tell him, and every so often, he would do the calculation over, more precise, so Bleylock could give it to his scientist in charge, corrected, so the result would be improved.

Off course he could see the mistrust his current team had. He could no longer hand out those tiny notes with an astoundingly precise calculation, because he no longer had access to I'Son and his knowledge. He had to change that. But how? What kind of projects peeked I'Sons interest these days? Bleylock realised he had work to do. He needed this information. And luck had it, he knew whom I'Sons new mentor was. A meek and rather jumpy professor, by the name of Monteague. It frustrated him that I'Son would work so eagerly with a mediocre man like this. Their work had been much better, and given fruitful results. A sly grin formed on Bleylocks face. If he played his cards right, he would soon have eyes on I'Son again, maybe even convince him to work with him again. Bleylock started to craft a devious plan to have the one he saw as mediocre, Professor Monteague, do his dirty work for him...

Professor Monteague was a valued member of Tehnoids staff. He had been reomved from planet Ascarons laboratories just a little while before the entire planet blew up, as Duke Maddox had another assignment for him. He had a young genius professor, still in need of mentoring. And Professor Monteague had met the young I'Son, and make sure he got to develop his skills in the direction he wished. To his amazement, I'Son had taken a strong interest in working with flux, a process still in its very infancy. This had baffled him, as his young protege seemed to easily understand what was going on with things, and what to safely mix. I'Son had several notebooks with notes on these processes. But one thing they never really got, at least not yet, was how they could make flux syntheticly. But the way his young protege worked, Professor Monteague had no doubt, it was just a matter of time before he would crack it.

Today, however, with his protege still on his honeymoon,he had accepted the invite to a meeting with Bleylock. What the subject would be, he had no idea. He had taken part of the day off, to meet in a place where Bleylock had suggested. As he entered the private resturant, he found Bleylock had arrived already. Bleylock bade him sit down. Professor Monteague looked at him.

"I am most flathered by your request to see me General. Should we get down to business right away?" he asked as he was served his drink.

Bleylock smirked.

"By all means Professor. I asked you here, as I am interested in what kind of projects your protege I'Son Danvers is working on"...

Helena was getting ready for returning to work. As was I'Son. They had been away for a month now, Duke Maddox telling them not to worry. This was his treat, to two young people he cared a great deal about. It had been a relaxed month, in a romantic setting for them, under palm threes and sunsets as magical as any. And by now, they already knew, a new magical event was to come in just a few months. A child birthed by their love for each other. I'Son was over the moon with joy. A child. A son or daughter, half of him, half of Helena. Becoming a full family, being responsible for this child, watch it grow, seeing himself in his child. All miracles, and something he really looked forwards to. But first, it was time to return to work.

Professor Monteague looked up as I'Son took place behind his work station, getting set for work. On his shoulder, he carried a small bag of his notebooks.

Typical I'Son.

Overprotective of his work, not leaving anything to chance, or possible to be stolen. Pity, he would have liked to look at his proteges notes about the fluxes. He felt certain I'Son had discovered more than he was sharing. But now, he had to follow through on his agreement with General Bleylock.

He never explained why he wanted to meet with I'Son, only that the young professor had knowledge and that he wanted to discuss a planned project with him.

"How was the honeymoon?" professor Monteague asked.

"Very relaxing and creative" I'Son replied calmly and with a smile.

"Creative? You make it sound like hard work" he teased.

I'Son grinned.

"Some types of work is more pleasant than others. Especially when it leads to the conception of a child" he said.

Professor Monteague grinned.

"That was fast. I am truly happy for the both of you, fatherhood will do you good" he said.

I'Son smiled.

"I am over the moon with joy and really look forwards to this. But tell me, what has happened here since I've been gone?" he asked.

This was professor Monteagues que to give him the handwritten message from Bleylock.

"I was asked to give you this. Someone high up has taken an interest in your work. He has some kind of project he wants to speak to you about. I dont know any more than that. He did not want to give details" he said as he handed him the envelope.

I'Son felt a knot form in his stomach as he recognized the handwriting. Bleylock off course. What could he possibly want this time? I'Son opened the envelope and quickly read the message. This was no invitation to discuss a project. The message was short. But the content was not to be misunderstood.

He had to come to Bleylocks home here on Akillians plant within 3 days, if he failed to, there was no telling what would happen to Helena and the child she bore.

I'Son felt sick with the thought of anything happening to Helena and his unborn child. Just who did Bleylock think he was? He had made it crystal clear, what they had, was in the past, a past he tried to forget, as he focused on his work. But what could he do? Helena and his unborn child was the most important to him in the galaxy. He could not live with anything happening to them. I'Son knew what he had to do. It could end violently, but he would rather sacrifice himself than his wife and unborn child.

"Are you in contact with him professor? I cant make direct contact as of now. It is a personal matter. If you are, tell him, I will be there in three days. After my shift ends. To discuss his project" I'Son managed.

To push the words out felt like pulling teeth. But this had to be done.

Professor Montegue nodded.

"I will inform him of your decision I'Son"...

Bleylock had prepared, making sure Aaraya was off on some kind of assignment as he expected I'Son to come over. Surely, I'Son realised this was not a business meeting. This was a last attempt to revive the love they once shared. So what if I'Son was married? Extra marital affairs was normal everywhere, for pleasure purposes. He knew from his own home planet, how many like himself had secret affairs like that. Aaraya would turn the blind eye. Maybe Helena would not, but she would soon be busy with a baby, not much time to care for I'Sons needs then. He looked at his work. Perfect, the wine he knew I'Son liked, his favourite dish from his favourite restaurant, a scene set for seduction. You had to be cold as ice to reject all this. An hour later, just as he lit the candlelights, the doorbell rang. He was here. Bleylock felt a bit nervous, but also exited. I'Son looked uncomfortable as he led him inside. Bleylock could not help look him over as I'Son hang up his jacket. Still muscular, slim and good looking. Bleylock was not aware he had been staring until I'Son made a slight cough, pulling him from his daydreams.

"General, look! I have told you before. What we shared is over. We both moved on, and we are married. This scene.." I'Son made a gesture with his arm towards the very seductive scene Bleylock had made.

"I am sorry General, but it really is over. I still care for you as a friend and also, a superior. But I am married now, with a child on the way. My future is with her, and the unborn baby. What we had was good, it taught me lots of things, but sadly, when it mattered the most, you could not stand up to forces above you, for what you wanted. I know you loved me, perhaps you still do, I know I once did, but we never stood a chance. It has to end" he said.

Bleylock felt as if his heart broke all over again.

"Then explain to me I'Son, why you used me. Claiming you loved me, as you clearly dont any more. I still love you, I would do anything to have you back, anything. Why are you acting so cold?" Bleylock asked.

I'Son knew he had to stay close to the door now. He had already seen the signs that Bleylock was getting agitated, and the explosion would not be far off. If he stood close to an exit point, he stood a chance of escape.

"General, you know why. It would never work out for us. Your father, your wife, our employer, the list goes on, there are so many obstacles in the way. At some point, we both have to cut the losses, and make the best of what is still here" he said.

He had miscalculated the rate of Bleylocks rage to take over. I'Son had no time to react, and get to safety. Bleylock launched at him like a panther, in full strength, pinning him to the floor. I'Son felt his heart race with fear as he tried to fight him off. Bleylock had a wild look in his yellow eyes, this time he wore no sunglasses.

"Breaking my heart comes at a high price I'Son, and you are about to learn that now. If you wont give me what I ask of you willingly, I got means to take it, by force" Bleylock snarled, as he continued to pin I'Son down, and reached for a syringe.

I'Son knew what it did.

"There is no way I will give what you ask of me willingly. I only came because you threatened my wife and my unborn child. I wont be your lover again Bleylock, not willingly and not by way for force or blackmail" I'Son spat as he tried to throw Bleylock of. An attempt that failed.

Bleylock came closer, and injected the needle in his neck.

"You are still mine I'Son, I never let go of you. And I will have what I want from you. You chose it to be by force. I will need to discipline you for that. A little beating I am sure you can take. When I am satisfied you will complay, we move on to the more pleasurable things" Bleylock said as he emptied the syringe.

I'Son could feel his body not obeying his commands. He was in peril, for sure. He never should have come, he did it for Helena, and his unborn child. What was to come, he would not think of. He only hoped he would survive it...

Bleylock had gone the other way around. He started with the pleasantries. Pleasant for him, sure, for I'Son, not at all. He felt like vomitting at what he had to do. It was a disgusting act, non consensual and forced. It seemed Bleylock got bored when he would not respond like he had in the past,he just laid very still, not moving, trying to mentally distance himself from what was happening. That was when Bleylock decided it was time to discipline him for his alleged crime. I'Son was pulled brutally to his feet and forced over to a contraption Bleylock had made, from the celing, and tied his hands to it. I'Son tried to brace himself for what was coming. Silently, he said a prayer that someone would come to his aide, or he would surely not survive. This side of Bleylock, he would bet that not even the prisoners would ever see him this out of control, this angry, or this violent. I'Son yelped as the first strike hit his back. It burned. What in the galaxy was he using for this whipping? The second blow gave the answer. Leather belt. After 5 hard blows, Bleylock stopped, looking at I'Son, whom was held up by the ropes that tied his arms over his head.

"I will give you once chance to revise your decision about us. Say yes, and this beating stops. Say no, and you might not make it" he said.

I'Son tried to focus. The injection he had been given, was not out of his system yet, his back felt like it was on fire, and he could feel where the belt had broken the skin, how tiny streams of blood was rolling down.

Bleylock looked at him.

"It is not so bad. You have taken worse. So, what is your decision? Yes, and this stops, I will even make sure to have a doctor come tend to you imidiately. Continue to say no, and I might end up killing you, I am not one to share I'Son,a divorce will be swift for you and Helena, and you can see your child whenever you like when that time comes." Bleylock tried softly.

"And what about your wife, will you divorce as well, or am I to be the dirty little secret, your secret affair?" I'Son managed, feeling how his strength was failing him, leaving his body by the second. Inside, he asked Helena to forgive him if he did not make it. Then, he mustered what little strength he had left.

"The answer Bleylock, is NO. Now, and forever" he said.

There, he had just signed his own death warrant. As if by a miracle,I'Son could hear sirens of police cars outside the building.

The blows to his back got harder and harder, And he did not have long left until he would loose consciousness if this kept up.

I'Son managed to gather all his strength one more time, and screamed from the full force of his lungs.

"Someone help me!"...

The ambulance drivers was horrified when they saw the victim of the crime. His back was appearing sliced open in all directions, blood dripping from tiny spots where the skin was broken. One of them recognized him. He signalled to his co worker.

"He works for Technoid. This one is very well connected. Last time, Duke Maddox himself was present. We need to call Technoid and inform of what happened" the ambulance driver said.

His co worker nodded. After Bleylock was taken into custody, they had cut the ropes that tied him and laid him on the nearby bed. He was barely conscious. A female medic tended to his wounds and dressed them. She looked compassionately at him, until she recognized him. This was her fellow co worker Helenas husband, I'Son. What was he doing here, at General Bleylock and Aarayas quarters? She decided to notify Helena at once, and ordered I'Son taken to the hospital...

I'Son came to, realising Helena sat by his bedside, and she looked cross.

Beside her, once again, stood an equally cross Duke Maddox.

"I'Son Danvers, what part of that incredible mind of yours thought seeing Bleylock all by yourself was a good idea? It is the second time he nearly beat you to death" Helena said, clutching his hand.

Duke Maddox was eerily silent. Then he looked at Helena.

"Could you please go find his treating doctor, and tell him he is awake, so they can change the bandages?" he asked.

Helena nodded, got up and left the room. I'Son could tell by his expression he knew what had really happened and wanted to spare Helena this story.

"How long has he been doing this I'Son? I have been notified about the true nature of things. How long has he been forcing you to satisfy him like this? And dont lie to cover his ass. I wont have it" Duke Maddox said.

I'Son felt a wave of relief wash over him. And before Helena returned with his doctor, he told Duke Maddox all there was to know about the obsession of his employee, and the threats toward Helena and his unborn baby son. Duke Maddox listened. He realised that I'Son had no options.

But once again, he would not press charges against the General. Duke Maddox could not convict him unless I'Son pressed charges. Duke Maddox could only hold him for a little while. On his way back to his office, he decided for now, to exile General Bleylock to the Technoid base. There, he would be sure to have eyes on him...

There is no love lost on one side, and on the other side, there is obsession with something that has died. ISon will have to make some decisions about wheter or not to press charges. And how will this influence the story, you have to red to the end. We are getting close. and a lot of other things will make sense