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Warnings- Ashelin...

Here is the next chapter of The Unseen... Enjoy meh peeps!

Chapter 3

Blinking the last remenants of sleep away, Torn got up and dressed himself. He had stayed at Jak's apartment the night before, hoping something would happen. Nothing did, but he could wait. Looking around, he noticed the absence of the other. 'Must be out.' Leaving himself, he started for his Underground hideout.

From behind a building the Krimzon guard commander, Erol watched his target. 'Torn soon you will pay for what you did to me.' He thought, jumping out, when the red-head passed him. Creeping forward, he touched the man's shoulder. "Hello Torn." A grin snaked its way onto his face.

The red-head jumped at the touch. Turning around, he narrowed his blue pools, " what the hell do you want?" He spat out in anger. Not wanting to deal with what the man he had come to hate, he started to walk away. "I'm busy." He shot over his shoulder.

The Krimzon guard commander, shook his head, before jogging to catch up. When he caught up, he wrapped his arm around the other's waist, pulling the thin body to his chest. "You don't have any choice in the matter," he growled.

"I do to." Turning his body around, he shoved the man off of him, breaking away. "I told you I was done with everything when I quit the Krimzon guard." Finished with his speech, he took off, running through the streets of Haven City, dodging people and other Krimzon guard as he went.

Getting off the ground, Erol muttered, "damn it." Once upright, he reached into his back pocket, pulling out a communicator. Flicking it on, he talked to the floating machine. "Ashelin I lost him.. For now." He ducked into an alleyway, as he noticed his last experiment walking towards him.

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Torn stopped once, he felt he had outrun Erol. Leaning against a building, he panted, trying to regain his breath. Wiping some sweat off his brow, he cursed out the weather. "Why does it have to be so hot here?" The red-head recovered quickly. Pushing himself off the wall, he started to walk towards the Underground hideout.

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The hero meandered into his apartment, looking for his lover. "Torn!" He called out. Waiting a few mintues, he left upon hearing no reply. Making his way down the street, he walked to the Underground, unaware of the pair of blue orbs following his movements.

From his position behind a building Erol smirked. 'I can follow this eco freak.' He thought, a plan piecing together in his head. Keeping himself hidden in the shadows, he followed Jak, hoping it would lead him to his target. When he finally arrived in the back alley, he knew he had found his place. All he had to do was wait.

"Torn." Jak called, as he walked into the hideout.

"What?" Torn barked in anger, as he looked up. His mood had soured from being chased by Erol, and he was in no mood for anyone. When he saw Jak though, his expression lightened a bit. Blinking, he opened his mouth, "Jak? Oh no..." He trailed off, walking past Jak. Taking a glance outside, he muttered, "I know the stupid ass is here..." Turning around, he started to walk back into the bowels of the Underground hideout.

Seeing his target out in the open, he took his chance. Jumping from his vantage point, he landed on all fours. Slowly reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out a syringe, plunging it into the pale arm in front of him. Pressing the button, he watched grinning. "I win!"

The red-head's hues went wide, before he clenched his teeth, as the liquid started to take effect. His vision doubled, causing him to shake his head. "...The hell? Erol.." He asked, looking at the man with blank hues. His eyelids started to flutter close, as he fell limp the the ground, unconscious.

Erol grinned, bending down, slipping his hands underneath the prone body. Standing up, he picked up the mass, not surprised at how Torn was. Carrying him over to the nearest Hellcat cruiser, the commander threw the man into the passengers seat. Stasified at the uncomfortable postion the other was in (head between his legs, and arms behind his back) he jumped in, starting up the car.

Taking off, he led the zoomer to the large palace that Ashelin had expanded during her reign as King. Erol never asked about that one. When he arrived at the palace, he lifted Torn over his shoulder, scanning the area with his blue pools. He found no followers. Stepping up the steps, he made his way through the labryinth of hallways to a new chamber.

"Ashelin I brought what you asked for." He threw Torn's body onto a metal table. While he waited, he worked on restraining the other to the object. When footsteps entered his hearing, he turned around, bowing to the other. He completely missed Ashelin checking out his ass.

"Torn.." She whispered, drool leaving the corners of her mouth. "Wake him up!" She commanded, watching her servant follow her instructions. She called them servants ever though they were paid.

Nodding Erol, walked to the table. Raising his hand, he lowered it, slapping the red-head on the cheek. Standing back he waited.

Torn opened his orbs, halfway. They were blank as he was under the effects of the sedative. "Dammit... No more fish... They keep... Sucking weird places..." Rolling over, he fell back asleep.

"God damn it! Looks like we have to wait." Moving back to the table, he sat down, leaning in his chair, as he waited.

It took a good six hours for the prisoner to awaken. "What... Dammit... What?" Torn asked, opening his pools, blinking. The haze in his mind cleared, as he felt something. Looking to Ashelin, he saw her penis. "Ahh... Erol..." He screamed, reaching out to try and grab the Krimzon guard commander. "Get it away from me!" He struggled against the cuffs, teeth clenched together.

The commander grinned, laughing wickedly, as he caught what the other was screaming about. "No." He responded to the plea for help. Bringing a hand up to reach his chin, he rubbed it, as he lost himself in thought. 'Should I join King Ashelin?' Shaking his head, he leaned against his chair.

"Oh my God, I can't do this anymore..." The red-head turned his head away, closing his hues and sucking in a breath. Waiting a moment, he opened his mouth, ready to talk. "Okay, what the hell is going on here? Ashelin? Erol?" He growled, looking to the Krimzon Guard commander.

Erol pushed his body off the chair, and moved forward, the grin on his face growing wider. "Nothing." When he reached the table, he ran a hand down the other's cheek. "I have a little project I want to work on." He stopped, pausing and glancing at his boss. "And you are going to be the one I work on."

"And what kind of project? If it is something insane, I will have your ass." Torn grumbled, trying to move away. The effort failed, halted by the chains. 'Damn him.' He thought, wondering how he had been this man's lover in a past life. It was just one of the notches in his life, that he wasn't proud of, but could never be repeated.

The Krimzon guard commander, leaned forward, letting his face hover above his new victim. "Dark warrior." Without saying any more, he closed the gap between himself and the Underground leader. Pulling away quickly, he turned, leaving the room.

Left alone Torn surmised that it was better that he was kissed by Erol and not Ashelin. Lying there, he tried to think of where he heard those words. "Dark warrior... What is that?" He stopped, suddenly remembering. 'Wasn't Jak experimented on...?' He trailed off. The only thing he knew about the experiments was that Jak had been a victim, he didn't know what the end result was. Lying there alone in the dar, he shuddered wondering what was in store for him.

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