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Name: Krye
Email: [email protected]
Summary: AU - Darren and Dan are living off the
streets of NY when Dan contracts a deadly virus.
Possible Rating: R to NC-17
Title: Into Eternity
Notes: This is an In Progress thang, takes place in
another universe..total fiction. Yay! We actually get to see some sex finally!
lol, later on as you progress through the story. Huge hugs to Sai for posting
all my sleazy writing..lol. =) and sorry if it's a bit confusing thru the 1st
part. Not beta-ed. It's from Dan's POV. Feedback, good/bad, welcome as
always!
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Into Eternity
Part 1
The room slowly fuzzed into focus.
Four bone bleached walls pressed around me.
*Sit up. SIT UP* I couldn't.
Without even looking down I could feel my wrists chained to the steel
examination table I lay on, as were my ankles.
The door that I gathered was on my
right, opened and a thin echo of muted voices started. They'd drugged me
with something to dull my senses, not painkillers, unfortunately, because my jaw
still hurt like hell from where those two restraining officers had punched
me. Closing my eyes, I feigned unconsciousness while focusing on making
out the words.
"His name...Hayes..no, we haven't found
him yet...This is his lover."
Hayes. They were talking about
Doze. Whoever they were, they didn't seem too friendly, shackling me to
the table and all.
"Jones...this one'll be
dispatched."
"Set free? Why?"
"...implant the Haema Virus into this
one."
Haema Virus? Into me? Hell
no.
I roared to life. With all my
strength, I managed to brake the shackles off my left wrist. I lashed out,
grabbing at anything I could and growling menacingly, but my hand merely caught
air. My mind was too fogged to yell obscenities, much less articulate what
I wanted to say. Eventually they pulled me back down and re-shackled me to
the cold metal table. Something tiny poked into my forearm and I strained
my neck to see what it was. It was a needle. I hate
needles.
Helpless, I started screaming, my
stomach and chest convulsing as the liquid in the syringe was shot into my
system. Bastards were trying to put me under. A flood of acute pain
sprang up my arm. It felt like a spider's web spreading out and through
all my limbs, my entire body, before the numbness descended and froze my taught
nerves. Imagine being electrified and tingling and then plunged into ice
cold water, frozen solid with your muscles in such and agonising state. It
was excruciating. Slowly, my brain shut down until all thoughts were
slurred into one big, dark vacuum. And then I dreamed.
::He likes cherry cola even though
he hates the bubbly carbonation of soft drinks. He said he'd like to pose for a
milk mustache ad one day but have it be in an issue of Playboy. He likes
grape flavoured Jolly Ranchers, blueberry popsicles, and anything else that
turns his tongue a different colour. He can tolerate demanding kids, but
not over-demanding parents. His
lips taste good with Vanilla lip balm and his skin tastes exquisite with almond
oil.::
I moaned and slowly awoke with the ghost
of Darren's fingers trailing over my skin, the taste of his vanilla lips on the
tip of my tongue. But when I opened my eyes to those same four white
walls, a thick metallic tang returned to my mouth. I smacked my lips
together and forced up saliva, spitting everywhere frantically. The
metallic flavour still coated my tongue and the roof of my mouth. A
tasteful reminder of where I was and what they were going to inject into
me. That's when I started panicking. What if they'd already injected me
with the virus? I'd only have 72 hours left to live, more or less.
How long had I been asleep? Doze, where was my Darren, I needed him
so badly now.
The Haema Virus was a man made virus
designed to pollute your bloodstream and slowly but surely poison your
heart. Each part of your body - an arm, a leg - would loose blood
gradually except you wouldn't notice. Not until it was too late, 72 hours
later, and you drop dead on the floor due to the lack of blood and a dying
heart. Not exactly something I was looking forward to.
"Fuck." I cursed, and banged my
head back against the table. Thankfully it was hard enough to knock me
out.
::Dreaming again...of the time Doze
managed to steal enough money from the bank to get us matching tattoos and
tattoos were not cheap on these streets. Professional bank robbery was a
risky job, but in a world that had grown to become so cruel and hard, it was a
well paying job that got us through the days. Of course there was a high
price on our heads, along with hundreds others, but living on the bad side of
New York, no one seemed to notice one criminal face from another and they didn't
care.
We'd been good, barely spending a
penny on ourselves since our last robbery, so for this one he decided we should
be rewarded. Like I said, I don't like needles and it didn't seem very
rewarding to me, but I could never deny Darren of anything.
I felt everything in that
dream. The interlocking thorny vines were effortlessly dulled into the
flesh at the back of my right shoulder over the bone so that the pattern would
rise whenever I raised my shoulder, and was reminiscent of the crown of thorns
one religious icon once wore. The sensation of the needles pricking my skin
was dulled by the dreamlike quality so that it felt like rain drops falling on
my back. Darren was up next, and he had me hold his hand throughout the
procedure. When finished, there were two bands of interlocking thorns
identical to mine. He said something, I couldn't really hear him, but it
was something like, "Do you like it?", and I could feel my face lift into a
smile. He smiled back then, his blue eyes twinkling, as he took my hand
and led us out of the shop. Beautiful.::
The next time I came to, I was barely
able to comprehend my surroundings because they'd drugged me so heavily.
Blurry shapes and figures guided me to another white room and I could
see the form of a chair in front of me. Shit, they were going
to strap me in and inject me with the virus. I prayed for it to be a
dream, but I was still there. A new black void was settling in and
clouding my mind as I was being strapped in, and thankfully I'd passed
out before I could feel the needle pierce skin.
TBC..........
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| Into Eternity |
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