Outlaw Star Fan Fiction ❯ Revenge ❯ Chapter 1

On a thin mattress on a hard bed, Jim groaned himself awake. His eyes fluttered open, and he stared at a military gray ceiling. With another groan he lifted himself up on his elbows, only to collapse as a wave of nausea hit him. He covered his eyes with his hand, hoping it would pass, and tried to remember what had happened. All that came back was searching for data on Ron MacDougall's cybernetic upgrades, and the rest was fuzz.

Footsteps travelled toward the room from the hallway. Once again Jim attempted to sit up, but another wave of nausea smacked him down.

"Don't try to get up if it makes you sick," a voice commanded suddenly. "I don't want to have to clean it up."

Jim slowly turned his head in the direction of the voice, biting back the pain of his throbbing head and his roiling stomach. He opened his eyes to look at the figure in the dim light.

He realized immediately that he didn't know the person in front of him. The person was too slim and effeminate to be Gene, but too masculine to be any of the girls. As the stranger walked closer, Jim decided it was a male.

The man walked over to Jim, and knelt at his side. "Take this," he instructed, offering a pill.

Jim stared directly into haunting violet eyes, his own narrowing as if trying to remember something. "Why?" he asked, instinctively not trusting the guy.

The man sighed, "Because you've suffered a concussion, and this will help you heal faster."

"Who are you, and how did I get a concussion?" Jim asked warily.

Annoyance crossed over the man's face as he answered, "I can't answer the first question yet. As for the concussion, I gave it to you."

Jim frowned, attempting to process the information despite the loud ringing in his head. "So you're telling me to take a pill, given to me by you, even though I don't know you AND you knocked me out?" he deduced out loud.

"If you don't take it willingly I will have to force it down, which won't be pleasant for either of us," the man told Jim coldly.

With his head pounding, unable to sit up without feeling like puking, Jim knew that physical resistance would be pointless. Disgusted, he held out his hand, and received the pill. He tossed it into the back of his mouth, and his captor handed him a small paper cup of water. Jim sat up halfway and downed the water and the pill. Promptly he collapsed, and his world spun rapidly. He then slipped into unconsciousness.

The man picked up the cup, and left the room.

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Ron lay in bed throwing darts at a picture of Gene, when the door opened. "How is our guest?" Ron asked, looking away from his game.

"What do you mean?" the man asked with a puzzled expression. "He has a concussion." Then he added as an afterthought, "He was confused and somewhat resistant, if that's what you're asking."

Ron creased his forehead in thought, and then said, "Resistance is to be expected. After all, he has lived with HIM," Ron punctuated the word by throwing his last dart, and it struck between Gene's eyes, "most of his life," he finished.

The violet-eyed man leaned on the doorframe, then asked curiously, "What are you going to do with him?"

Ron's eyes narrowed, flooding with hatred and sadistic glee. "I will hurt the boy," he began, and a cruel smile played on his lips. "I will make him feel immense pain, and show it to Starwind. Starwind will then know what it is like to see a loved one in agony. And when the boy is broken, I will return him in pieces. That will be my revenge for your pain and death."

Ron's companion looked at him, at a loss at what to say. In his heart it felt wrong, but instead of pressing it he changed the subject to a more pleasant one.

"Ron," he called, softly and seductively. Ron turned his head just in time to see his lover's shirt fall to the floor. "Let's forget this revenge business and concentrate on play," he told him, violet eyes shining in the dim light. He licked his finger, and trailed it sensually down his torso. It stopped at his pants, and played with the pants' button before opening it.

Ron watched fixatedly as his lover slowly unzipped his own pants. He then strolled to the bed, hips swaying, and sat next to Ron. The older man laced his hand into the long thick hair, and undid the violet ribbon holding it in place. Aquamarine locks fell, framing violet eyes.

Then Ron said, "I love you, Harry." And pulled Harry MacDougall into a heated kiss.