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LinaNamiStar: To hear that my story makes you speechless is amazing to me. Really, I'm glad you love it. The fact that you say you can clearly see the characters in this makes me even happier because that's one of the most important things for me to do. Thank you for all your compliments. And Luigi usually won't admit it, but he is very paternal. I completely believe that you didn't mock the rebellion concept. It's only common sense that having people rebel against a Largo while they rule is going to be entertaining. I'm sure our stories will end differently and whatnot, it's no big deal anyway. I'm really happy that the ending is good, too. Thank you for your review, I look forward to your next.
Sailor Onyx Pluto: I meant for the cliffhanger, I know, I'm evil like that. I wanted it to sound a bit Nazi-like to perhaps create conflicting feelings towards Luigi. Also, it's as harsh as I could come up with for now and Luigi would have an extremely harsh response, anyone who knows his character would know that. I'm not sure yet what the ex comissioner will do, we'll find out. Glad you're hangin in there. Thank you for your review, I look forward to your next.
Pink Midnight Angel: Epic, huh? Fuck yea. I'm slowly unhinging your sanity...and I'm too selfish to stop, sorry, but you'll have to make due with being insane by the time I'm finished. This kinda is sadistic porn, so your mum is kinda right. I'll accept that name. Haha. I didn't want to make the rebels full, definitive characters separately yet. I just wanted it to seem as if you were eavesdropping on them and they're just shadows for now. I think it keep them threatening, which is what I was trying to do. I almost want to say that I'll kill off whoever I like, but, killing Luigi would mean I'd have to kill myself in return and I'm not prepared to do that. Besides, it's Luigi fucking Largo, nothin can kill him. There's nothin wrong with you, I've been scolding myself for not having it happen yet, they'll have sex. I promise. I know, I think dragging it out long enough makes it okay for me to make it simple and still have it have been worth waiting for. I understand your ramble, lol. YES! I MADE YOU FEEL ASSAULTED! I'm a sadist, I accept that. I haven't decided yet if Anton is on our side or not, there is something about him and I'm not sure yet of exactly what it is. I'm fucking writing this and I don't even know yet, bear with me. You don't like the camp idea because it's extremely Nazish. I meant it to be like that. I want to create mixed feelings for Luigi's response because his response was always going to be very extreme. You might never see it, you might get thrown right into it, I'm not sure yet. Best you've ever read? Shit...I feel very honoured, thank you. Damn you, you figured it out. It is Graves, maybe...I might have to change that now...Don't yet know what I'm gonna do with Amber, we'll see. Yea, the comissioner is pushin his luck. From this point on, they'll all be emtional chapters. So, ha! I'm getting really sadistic about this...somethin's wrong with me. Thank you for your review, I look forward to your next.
WARNING: um..I was gonna write a warning, then I realised that if you've read this far, that you must be able to handle gore, sex, and naughty language or you wouldn't be here...so...no more warnings from this point on. You can all be surprised when sex or gore comes up.
GeneCo: Sustaining the Genetic Opera
Chapter: Beds and Battlefields
Muscled men stood shirtless at attention, blood covered their hands and chests, even their faces. Some of them had salty tears mixing with the blood of a once fellow soldier, guilt and self hatred written on their expressions for the deed they'd just willingly committed. Only one man stepped up and refused to follow the order, and so was also added to the pile of pulverised meat that once was dozens of men.
The General marched through their ranks, looking into each of their eyes and happy with what he found, though no smile split his firm features. In each man's eyes, he saw determination, cruelty, bloodlust, some anger, some guilt, some self loathing. Above all, he saw what he'd demanded be instilled in each of them, pure loyalty. The rest just came with continuing to be loyal to him, slowly but surely they'd be vicious creatures, just like him.
He reached the front of the lines and stared at them all. They stared forwards, the way they were supposed to, but every one of them had their ears wired to hear any word he spoke.
"You have all done well. You have completed your training. Those of you still standing are not just soldiers, dogs, or friends. You are all brothers. You will shed blood together, yours and your enemy's. You are a pack, you are wolves. Tell me, do wolves fight amongst each other?" asked Anton.
"No, Sir." answered one man, in a strong, loud voice.
"Incorrect, Sir. Yes, they do, Sir." answered another man. Anton turned to the second speaker.
"What do wolves fight over amongst each other?" asked Anton.
"Control, Sir. They fight over who will be the alpha male, Sir."
"Good. I am the alpha male here, if you want to fight a fellow wolf, you fight me. If you fight me, you'd better fight to kill, because if you don't, I will kill you. Now, any of you who would challenge me for control, step forward now." ordered Anton, his voice not a snarl but held the authority that made every man there shrink.
No one moved, they barely breathed. Anton held the silence for five full minutes, watching them all sweat and accept being inferior.
"Now, you." he said, looking at the second speaker. The soldier looked at him, almost fearfully, but respectfully and obedient.
"Yes, Sir?" he asked.
"Kill him. I will not accept ignorance in this pack." answered Anton, pointing at the first speaker who'd answered incorrectly. The first man stepped forward and held his head high, refusing to show weakness even in this moment.
The second speaker went to him, without hesitation, and began to pummel the other man with his fists, kicking him once he finally fell to the ground. For five more minutes, the only sounds were the panting of the two men, the sounds of fists pummling flesh, blood splattering, and the sickening sound of bone cracking.
The second speaker stepped back and returned to his place at attention, fresh blood crawling down his skin. Anton nodded his approval.
"You will suit up and arm yourselves. We move out and begin our mission tonight. Fall out." ordered Anton.
Xxxxxx
He watched the young man fall asleep and decided to wait outside, figuring that someone would go back in there to sit with the young man or to check on him. He couldn't risk being seen.
Shaking his head, he barely refrained from punching himself in the face. Guilt slammed into him from all sides, overwhelming a conscience he thought he'd lost a long time ago.
He slid further down to a spot where he could see into the hospital room but anyone glancing out the window wouldn't see him. Graverobber's guilty gaze rested on the sleeping man he thought might be one of the only true friends he'd ever had. He resolved to wait there until Owen woke up, trying to forgive himself until that happened.
"At least he's alright." mumbled Graves, trying to justify it to himself. It lighted the dead weight of guilt a little bit. Especially since he had no idea that Owen wasn't the only one who'd been shot.
Xxxxxx
Luigi walked over to the nurse, marvelling at just how heavy his legs seemed to feel. His gaze caught Shilo and Pavi in the distance, sitting next to each other and talking nervously. Slowly, he yanked his gaze from them and faced the nurse and whatever news she had, head on.
"What?" he asked, not actually making the conscious decision to speak but doing so anyway. Fear had settled in his heart, painfully cold, and forcing warmth into his stomach where it rolled into a ball of dizzying nausea.
"Amber is out of surgery." replied the nurse. Terrified by how he looked. She wasn't sure if he was going to pass out or try to kill her.
"Is she okay or not?" he asked, his voice weak. Strength seemed to have failed him for the first time in a long time.
"We're not certain, Sir."
"Why not?" he asked, not even having the energy to curse the raw emotion that sounded in his voice.
"She's still unconscious, Sir. If she wakes up within the next twelve hours, then we'll know she's alright." answered the nurse, her voice less business-like now and more sympathetic.
"Twelve hours." he repeated, looking down and sighing, trying to get control of himself.
"Yes, Sir. The odds aren't currently in her favour but-" she said.
"Don't give me that statistical bullshit. I don't believe any of it." he said, not sharply, though.
"I'm only saying that-"
"And I'm only fucking saying. I was given barely a twenty percent chance of living when I got my heart replaced, my father was being told to plan my funeral and it didn't happen. So, don't give me that bullshit." he answered, looking back up. His voice was still weak and he wasn't showing anger, but she knew better than to press him.
"Of course, Sir."
"Where is she now?"
"She's in her recovery room."
"Can I see her yet?"
"Yes." she said. He marched past her, watching Pavi and Shilo stand up as he approached.
"Well?" asked Pavi, fidgeting nervously.
"We can see her. They don't know if she'll be okay but we can see her." answered Luigi.
"Do you want me to wait out here?" asked Shilo.
"Did you want to come in?" asked Luigi.
"I don't know. I'm not sure if I should." answered Shilo.
"I'll stay with her." said a woman's voice behind Luigi. They all turned to look at her as she made her way to Pavi, pulling him into a comforting hug.
"Okay, I'll stay out here." said Shilo, more comfortable with the idea of waiting with Erin than with going into the other room.
Luigi nodded and Pavi separated himself from Erin, the two brothers hesitantly walking into the next room.
Erin and Shilo sat down, watching the two men walk away, neither speaking for a few moments. Shilo's curiosity was the one to break the silence.
"How did you find out what happened?" asked Shilo, knowing Pavi and Erin had been in bed.
"Well, Pavi didn't wake me up when he left the room but I woke up without him there anyway. Barely two minutes after I woke up, one of my assistants tried to get a hold of me. I talked to her and she told me what was all over the news. I'm a little upset that Pavi didn't wake me up but I don't know if he didn't know what had happened yet or if he just didn't want me to have to deal with this." answered Erin, Shilo nodded.
"I was down here, talking to the bartender and watched them roll Owen right past me. I followed them for a few minutes and Owen told me what happened."
"Is he okay?" asked Erin, only knowing what her assistant could gather from the news.
"Yeah, he's okay. He had the bullet removed immediately and he's in a recovery room sleeping. They said he'll be fine. I don't know if that means he'll be completely fine in a few weeks or limp for the rest of his life, though. He's alive, that's what matters."
"What about Luigi? I saw all the blood on his shirt and I know he was hit too."
"He's okay physically. Mentally, he won't be okay until he knows Amber is. I hate seeing him fall apart like this." said Shilo, eyes prickling with tears due to the emotional toll of the evening's events.
"I know. I kinda feel bad for you there. Pavi, when he's upset, he'll talk about it. He'll talk or cry or whatever he needs to do to feel better. Luigi is the kind of guy who'd let all the sadness and worry well up inside of him and then have a hysterical breakdown a week from now. That's not healthy at all."
"Yeah, I know. Reminds me of my Dad a little bit there. He'd always stay firm and not let a tear fall so that I could feel like I had an anchor, no matter what had happened." replied Shilo, feeling a few more tears start to well up as her father crossed her mind. It was silent for a few moments until Erin spoke again.
"I'd probably be crying right now, just so you know. In fact, I might randomly start crying within the next ten minutes. I'm just still in shock right now and that's why I'm so calm." she explained. Shilo smiled.
"I know how you feel, that's how I was earlier."
Before Erin could respond, a man walked into the waiting room. They didn't know who it was until they looked up at him. He simply nodded as a greeting, his face firmly expressionless, as he was too stubborn to show any worry whatsoever.
"Is she out of surgery?" he asked, his heavy Cockney accent sounding strange in this room and situation.
"Yeah, she's in her recovery room. Luigi and Pavi just walked in there to see her." answered Erin.
"Which room is it?" he asked.
"That one, but you might wanna wait til they're done." said Shilo, pointing at the room the brothers had just walked into.
"Thanks but I'll go in now." answered Sick Boy, walking away and to the next room.
Xxxxxx
When Luigi and Pavi stepped into the room, both couldn't even comprehend the image before them. Their sister had numerous tubes hooked into her, sending IV fluids, blood, oxygen, or just keeping her vitals ticking on a machine. They both might have started crying or going into a righteous rage had they not been so unprepared to ever see her this way.
They'd both seen her recovering in a hospital bed before, due to all the surgeries she'd gotten over the years. But this was a whole new ballgame. It truly looked like what it was, she was fighting for her life against near impossible odds. Luigi and Pavi had seen each other in that situation but never their little sister, they never thought they'd ever see her in that scary spot of uncertainty. At least they'd hoped to never see her there and that made up their logic that it would never happen.
Luigi walked past Pavi who still seemed shell shocked, and sat in a chair right next to her bed. Seeing his brother move seemed to snap Pavi back into reality and he stood next to both of them, staring down at Amber. Luigi grabbed his sister's hand, ignoring the little device that monitored her pulse, and stared at her face that seeed so at peace as if she was just taking a well needed nap.
"Amber, I know you can hear me. I need you to wake up. We need you to wake up. Pavi and I are here, you need to come back to us. I know you can do it. Carmella, Amber, whatever name you want to go by, you're our sister. We love you and we need you to come back to us." said Luigi, his voice stronger than he felt. Pavi set a comforting hand on her leg.
"Si, Sorella. Wake-a up, please." he whispered, not bothering to hold back the tears that began easing their way down his cheeks.
"I'll stay here, at least until she wakes up." said Luigi, not looking at Pavi.
"I'll stay-a too."
"You don't have to." said a voice behind them. They both turned, surprised at seeing Sick Boy.
"What?" asked Luigi.
"You two don't have to stay, I will. And Sean is on his way down here too." answered Sick Boy.
"Look, it's my job to take care of her, I'm staying. You go." answered Luigi.
"With all due respect, it's your job to care for her until someone else comes along to do it completely."
"And that someone else is you?" asked Luigi, skeptical and confused.
"Yea, it is. You were shot too and you've both got worried birds in the waiting room. I'll stay here and keep an eye on Amber, you two can go get some rest and ease your women's worrying." said Sick Boy. Pavi looked at him curiously, almost with a smile.
"No." answered Luigi, stubborn as always.
"Fratello, he-a makes a good-a point." said Pavi. Luigi looked at him, trying to decide if it really was best to go, there was nothing else he could do.
After a four minute long silence, in which Luigi mentally weighed his options and fought a dilemma, the eldest Largo stood.
"Alright. But I swear to fucking God, if you fail to let me know immediately if she wakes up or if something else happens, I will gut you like a fucking pig. Got it?" he threatened.
"Got it." answered Sick Boy. Luigi walked past him, stopping and looking at Amber one more time before leaving the room with Pavi at his heels. Sick Boy took the seat Luigi had been in, his eyes gluing to her, hoping with everything in him that she'd wake up.
Pavi walked to Erin back in the waiting room, she stood as he approached.
"Let's-a go to-a bed. There's nothing-a else that we-a can do." said Pavi, still feeling tired and pulling Erin to him for comfort.
"Okay." she replied, nodding. Pavi led her out.
Luigi stood for a moment, neither him nor Shilo speaking.
"I need to check on Owen before we go." he said, suddenly, then walked into another room. Shilo got up and followed, waiting in the doorway as Luigi walked to his sleeping son.
He pushed hair off of Owen's forehead and stared down at him, grateful to whatever higher power kept his son to only one bullet hole. Sighing, and not wanting to wake the boy, he walked back out of the room.
Back in the hallway, Shilo grabbed his hand as they started walking back to the elevator. It was a silent walk, neither knowing what to say or if they should say in the elevator, the doors closed and it starting moving up, the only sound between them was breathing.
The elevator opened again and they walked down the hall to his room, opening the door and going in. Shilo hadn't let go of his hand and watched him shut the door with a sigh. When he turned back to her, she surprised both of them by suddenly but gently pulling him into a kiss.
He closed his eyes and pressed his lips back against hers, suddenly feeling a little relieved and as if this whole night had just been a dream. He felt her let go of his hand and start to run her fingers through his hair, effectively making him forget about everything else but her. He slid his hands down her sides, stopping at her rear end and picking her up.
Upon him picking her up, she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist instinctively. Breaking the kiss due to desperate need for air and looking at him, he looked back letting his emotions be completely bare. It was that moment, that expression on his face and look in his eyes that told her more than anything he could've said or done that he loved her.
He watched a strange look pass over her face but before he could say anything, she crushed her lips to his again. Surprised, he kissed back just intensely, walking over the bed in the process. He lay her down on her back and kicked off his shoes, breaking the kiss and moving his lips to her neck as his hands pushed her dress up.
She felt one of his hands glide behind her back and unzip her dress, pulling her arms from around his neck, she started unbuttoning his shirt. He sat up to slide her dress off of her, pulling it down to her waist then deciding he didn't want to move. In order to stay where he was, he just ripped the dress down the front. She squeaked in surprise then slightly glared at him.
"I liked this dress." she pouted, but pulled him back down anyway. He smirked and pressed his lips against her collarbone, his hands sliding behind her to unclasp her bra. He pulled her bra off completely, absently tossing it aside as leaned down and pressed his lips against hers again.
She returned to unbuttoning his shirt, finally completing the task as his tongue slipped into her mouth and tanlged with her own. Moaning at the taste, she pushed his shirt off of him and slid her hands down his scarred chest. Around the scars and beneath the areas of hair, his skin was soft and slight electric shocks seemed to pass between the two, raidiating from wherever she touched.
He separated their lips to trail kisses down to her neck as his hands slid to her waist. He felt her hands sliding down his chest and was completely surprised at the sensations aroused by such a simple action. He'd bedded plenty of women, maybe not as many as Pavi but fairly close, and never felt this before. It scared him a little bit but excited him more.
Feeling his hands sliding down her bare skin gave her shivers, the good kind. She was more nervous than she had possibly been in her entire life but also didn't want anything else right now. She grabbed his belt and started undoing it but felt his teeth nip the soft spot under her ear and lost all motor functions before she could finish, letting out a half gasp half moan.
He hooked his fingers under the waistband of her panties and started to drag them down her thighs, his lips traveling to the middle of her chest. Once fully off, he tossed the garment aside and pushed his own pants down and away, in only his boxers now. He slid one arm under her back and lifted her up briefly to pull her dress out from under her and toss it aside as well.
She went to wrap her legs back around him and was momentarily confused when he stopped her from doing so. He slid down her body further and leaned down, putting her legs on his shoulders. She swallowed nervously when she realised what he intended to do, gasping loudly when he pressed his lips against the outer part of her folds.
A smile curling his lips a bit at her gasp, his own impatience struck him and he pushed his tongue past her folds to press it against her clit, earning a loud and surprised moan in response. He felt one of her hands grab ahold of his hair and pushed his tongue inside of her, his teeth grazing against her clit, causing her hips to start bucking against him.
The hand in his hair tugged without her deciding to tug, her other hand tightly gripping the sheets for something to hold onto. Her head spinning and pressure winding up like a spring in her core.
He noticed that it wasn't going to take her much longer to see stars and reached down to push his boxers off. By the time they hit the floor, she shouted out in ecstasy. He lapped up her juices then took her legs off his shoulders, pressing kisses against her stomach and slowly up to her neck as he straddled her hips.
She pulled his lips against hers again, surprised but far from turned off to taste herself on his kiss. Breaking the kiss, he leaned his forehead against hers, keeping eye contact as he set himself right against her throbbing entrance.
"You still want to do this?" he asked, his voice hushed as if speaking in regular volume would break the moment.
"Yes." she replied, also hushed, her legs tightening around him.
"I'll do everything I can to not hurt you, but that doesn't mean it won't hurt at all."
"I know."
"Do whatever you've gotta do. Shout, scratch, whatever. If you want me to stop, just say so."
"Okay." she replied, one hand at the back of his head, the other at the middle of his back. He buried his face in her neck, nuzzling briefly. Then, he thrust in, not all the way, but far enough to break down her wall. She cried out, her nails digging crimson trenches in his back.
He stayed still, pressing kisses against her neck and whispering in her ear.
"I'm sorry, that's the worst it'll be, I promise, babe." his voice uncharacteristically soothing, gentle, and apologetic. Her hand still at the back of his head threaded through his hair and held him to her as she waited for the pain to ease away.
He pulled back and rested his forehead against hers again, leaning to press his lips against hers. She pressed back weakly at first, then applying more pressure before they broke apart. He took that as his cue to move again and started to pull out and push back in slowly, causing gasps and winces from her as pleasure started to creep up behind pain.
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked, pausing at one of her gasps. She moved her hips against his slightly in response.
"No, don't stop." she panted. He barely resisted the urge to get rough due to excitement at those words, somehow finding the strength to continue thrusting back in slowly.
Pain began to fade and pleasure moved in to take over within just a few moments, the friction that had hurt suddenly seeming to be exactly what she needed. She began to move her hips to meet his more, her legs wrapped tight around him.
He began to thrust a little faster, pushing himself in a bit deeper, bringing loud moans from her lips. He started to groan with each thrust, her tightness almost pushing him over the edge too early. His mouth latched on to one of her breasts, his tongue flicking back and forth across the nipple.
From the motions of his tongue and his movements inside of her, she felt pressure building up in her core again, her hips suddenly moving without instruction. Her hands clutched at his back for support, her hips moving faster than she was aware they could as her heat searched for even more friction.
His thrusts became a little faster, his hips plunging his member almost all the way inside of her. She moaned at every thrust and his groans got louder, his lips moving up to her neck. She was almost spilling over the edge of ecstasy again and he could tell. To bring her to that wonderful free fall, he bit down on her neck somewhat roughly as he gave a fast thrust that pushed him in as deep as he could go.
Her spring of pressure released and it was like an explosion in her core, her mind became numb and she wasn't even consciously aware of crying out his name. He couldn't hold himself at bay any longer by that point and gave one final thrust, also burying himself completely within her, and let himself come, a loud moan of her name escaping him.
Covered in sweat, exhaustion from this and the entire day taking over him, he collapsed on her, his head on her chest. She wrapped her arms around him and they both lay there panting for a few minutes, no noise but their shared breathing and slowing heart beats.
After he'd gotten his breathing under control and mustered the energy to move again, he pushed himself up and out of her. He yanked the blanket out from under them and pulled it over their naked bodies as she snuggled up against him. He rolled to his side and pulled her body flush against his own, smiling at her. He was pleased and relieved to see her smile back.
She pressed her lips against his, sharing a lingering kiss, then stared into his eyes when they broke apart.
"I love you." she said, not ever making the conscious decision to say it but not regretting it once it left her lips. He stared back and she thought this was the first time his expression hid absolutely nothing about how he actually felt. Every bit of rawness, strength, and weakness was completely visible. He looked more human than she'd ever seen him.
"And I love you." he replied, his blue eyes looking tired. She snuggled against his chest, smiling when his arms wrapped around her, and closed her own eyes. His lips pressed against her forehead as his eyes quickly shut, exhaustion taking over him.
Xxxxxx
The soldiers lined up in a huge circle surrounding the edge of the island, the signal was given and they all began to march forward, scanning for any signs of life. Their mission had begun and they had a lot of work to do. Anton was leading the men on the more dangerous side of the island, where many gangs spent their time amongst the dead.
Little did these gangs or other citizens of the island know that there would soon be many, many more added to the dead the city of Sanitarium was built on top of.
*( Okay, first off: I'm sorry that took so long to finish writing. It was the sex scene that took me a full week to write, I'd do one or two paragraphs, then my mind would stop working and writer's block would bitch slap me and I'd have to go back to it the next day.
Secondly: ...shit's about to get real up in this bitch. So...review. Or I'll just kill everyone. Not just all these characters but all of you as well. The whole fucking world.)**