Last major revision: 06/02/99 [orig fic] Divine Justice As always, C&C is greatly appreciated! ^_^ ====================================================================== Divine Justice: A Original Story by MadamHydra ====================================================================== Prologue ====================================================================== WARNING: yaoi, explicit sexual content, mature themes Text Conventions ( ) are character thoughts >>>> marks the START of flashbacks <<<< marks the END of flashbacks ********************************************************************** Alec stared out the huge window that made up the entire east wall of the room. It was nighttime. From the high tower that overlooked most of the megatropolis, he could see the bright lights of the city, the columns of light that were other corporate buildings, and the flash of racing vehicles. In the air, he saw flitters zooming around the other skyscrapers like careless moths. Not that any of the aircraft dared to approach to within spying distance of this tower. To do that would be to invite a most unfortunate 'accident' for the unauthorized trespasser. He turned around to gaze at the other occupant of the large room. A beautiful, sleekly muscled young man with longish dark hair knelt patiently on the floor. If Alec decided to leave the room for an entire day, he was absolutely certain that he would return to find the young man had not moved one iota out of the specified position. Actually, Alec knew that if he didn't give permission for the other to move, the dark-haired young man would stay in that very spot until he died of thirst. Alec brushed his dark red hair from his face, then slowly walked over to the young man kneeling on the floor. He gently put his hands on both sides of the other's head and tilted up his face. The red-haired man stared down into those dark eyes for a long moment before speaking. "What do you see?" Alec whispered. "Whatever you want me to see," came the soft, obedient response. "What do you hear?" "Whatever you want me to hear." "What do you feel?" "Whatever you want me to feel." "What will you remember?" "Whatever you want me to remember." "What will you believe?" Alec finally asked. "Whatever you want me to believe," came the young man's submissive reply, his eyes gleaming with total adoration and love. "What will you do for me?" "Anything...," came a soft, sighing whisper. Alec gently ran his thumb along the elegant line of the young man's cheekbone and watched as the other shivered in pleasure and awakened desire. Impossible as it might seem, the look of love and devotion in the young man's dark eyes seemed to deepen and intensify. Of course if Alec wanted the young man to feel pain instead of pleasure, all the redhead had to do was specify what kind of pain, how much, and how long. It was that simple. Obedient to his master's slighest wish or whim, the dark-haired young man would do the rest himself... to himself. But no matter what Alec might demand of him, the feeling -- that all-consuming love -- and the need to obey would never go away. The redhead sighed quietly, even as he continued to lightly stroke the other's face. His foster-uncle had tried his best to talk him out of his plans for revenge... had tried to warn Alec about the cost of vengeance. But after what had happened to Alec and his family, he had been in no mood to listen back then. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> "Leave it be, boy!" the elderly man snapped. "You've got your whole life in front of you. Don't waste it on hatred and anger! Revenge isn't going to make you forget everything you suffered through or bring back everything you've lost! Eventually God will see that they'll pay for what they've done...." "So you're telling me to leave it to fate, old man? You want me to just go my *merry* little way and rely on chance and dumb luck to deal out justice? Don't tell me that you still believe in things like gods and divine justice in this day and age!" "Don't you understand?" The elderly man sighed wearily. "Alec, you may have been one who has been terribly wronged, but if you blindly pursue the path of vengeance, you could easily become the one who wrongs others. If you claim the right to seek revenge, then be prepared for others to seek revenge on *you*! It'll become a vicious cycle that'll destroy everyone it touches! The innocent as well as the guilty!" "That's not my concern...." "You could easily become just as bad as your enemies." "Do you think I care?" "If you aren't damn careful, you're going to end up doing things that you'll regret for the rest of your life!" "I'm willing to pay that price if I have to." <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< If only he had listened to wiser heads.... But now it was too late. Much too late. The young, black-haired man kneeling at his feet reached up as if to touch Alec, but then froze, afraid to offend the object of his adoration in the slightest way. Alec did not doubt that the young man would do exactly what he promised. He would do anything -- absolutely anything -- to please Alec.... ....except for the one thing that Alec wanted most of all. He could never *choose* to love Alec of his own free will. Alec had selected his target so very carefully... had taken the very best and most beloved one from among his enemies... had irrevocably broken him and reforged him into a weapon to be used against his own family. Alec had now owned the dark-haired young man -- mind, body, and soul. But in turn, Alec had utterly lost his heart. As he bent down to kiss the other, Alec was again haunted by the possibility that some part -- a tiny fragment -- of the dark-haired young man might still be aware.... ....aware of what Alec had done to him.... ....aware and screaming.... Divine justice, indeed. The gods must be laughing. -------------------------------------------- madamhydra@aol.com /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/:E http://www.geocities.com/~madamhydra/ -------------------------------------------- This story is considered to be the sole property and copyrighted to the author.