Outlaw Star Fan Fiction ❯ Revenge ❯ Chapter 3

Gene kissed Jim passionately. His demanding hands roamed over Jim's back, then cupped his butt, massaging slowly. Jim melted into Gene's embrace, loving every minute. Gene pulled away from him, and whispered tenderly in his ear, "I lov..."

"Wake up!" a harsh voice interrupted his dream. Jim groaned before drifting back to sleep. A hand roughly pulled Jim up by his hair. "I said get up!" the voice repeated.

Jim's eyes shot open to stare directly into Ron's face. The man let go of Jim's hair, pleased with the fear on his face. Jim quickly scooted to the opposite edge of the bed, blue eyes wide. "MacDougall!" he whispered.

"So you recognize me," Ron stated, smirking hostilely down at Jim.

Jim quickly became irritated with himself. Not to be intimidated, he straightened up and put on his most irritated face, an expression he had mastered because of Gene.

Ron suppressed an amused chuckle. No matter how much Jim tried, he could never appear threatening to anyone over the age of five. Jim was short, and always had been. He still had a child-like face, despite reaching nineteen. His rather slim build didn't help either, and anyone could tell that Ron outmatched Jim in strength even without the addition of cybernetic implants.

Ron lifted Jim's chin with his index finger, and studied his face. Then the finger trailed over Jim's cheek, before drawing a line down his face and neck. "So beautiful," Ron whispered. "Too bad you'll have to be scarred." His voice remained quiet, even compassionate, but his lips twisted into a sadistic grin. Thoughts of Jim screaming in pain and Gene in anguish only fuelled Ron's grin and dark stare.

Jim's eyes widened, and his lips, held in a tight line until now, parted in fear. His pulse drummed in his ears as it escalated. Ron absorbed the fear, and scratched Jim's neck with a nail. Blood beaded from the small wound. Jim shuddered as the warm blood trailed down his throat.

Ron grasped the back of Jim's neck. Leaning over, he lapped up the warm red beads. Jim shivered and tried to pull away. Ron held the struggling boy and continued to lick up the fresh-flowing blood. Then he nipped the wound, and pulled back to view Jim's frightened face, catching his eyes with his own.

Jim desperately wanted to avert his gaze but found himself unable to. "What do you want?" he choked out.

Ron leaned over, and whispered in Jim's ear, "You'll find out soon enough."

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Gene sat collecting his thoughts, while Fred gave orders to his employees. A beep sounded in Gene's ear, and he turned on the device on his ear lobe.

"Gene?" Melfina's tentative voice called.

"Yeah, it's me," Gene sighed, closing his eyes.

Fred's ears perked at the sound of Gene's voice, and he ended his own phone conversation to listen in.

"Gene, Ron MacDougall is on the phone waiting for you," Melfina said.

"What?! I'll be there right away," Gene shouted, jumping off the couch.

Fred grabbed his shoulder. "Gene, what's going on?" he demanded, only hearing Gene's half of the conversation.

Gene shrugged him off, and answered while striding to the door, "MacDougall called. I need to go receive it."

Fred swiftly put himself in Gene's way. "Wait, Gene! You can take the call here." Gene gave him a skeptical look, and he explained, "I'm tapped into your phone."

Gene blinked at him in disbelief, and then said, "I'm not going to ask, and I'm going home. I don't want you more involved than you have to be, and you're wasting time." He pushed Fred out of his way and headed to the door again.

Fred huffed out an angry puff of air, caught up with Gene, and turned him around. "I'm worried about Jim too, and I don't want to be left in the dark." Gene opened his mouth in protest, but Fred continued. "Anyway, I can have the line traced, which I don't think you can do without Jim. That way we might be able to find out where they are."

Gene glared at Fred, but gave in. He tugged on the radio on his ear, and said, "Melfina, there's a change in plans. I'm taking the call at Fred's."