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Subject: A Master's Ring {Part 13} Yet another part with just plot.
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There is no sex in this part.
I don't like the voice, I don't think you can feel emptiness
of his soul. I will definitely change this part greatly for the final draft.
I think I will also change the part 12 sex scene to the way I had originally
planned it, and to put back in the missing sex scene in this part.
The title is also beginning to annoy the shit out of me.
A Master's Ring
Part 13
Rape (c)
-----Retribution n. A suitable return, esp. punishment, for what one
has done.-------------------------------------------------------------
I woke up with the sun brightening the room. The Siblings were
already awake. I could hear them moving around in the next room. I
looked at the clock next to the bed. It was 1 pm. I had slept well,
but I could feel the tension in my body building.
I rolled out of the bed and walked to the bathroom and washed
up.
I heard the Siblings enter the bedroom. It was a little early
to prep myself but I wanted the equipment prep to happen soon and I
couldn't do it without preparing myself first. They walked into the
bathroom carrying scissors, a set of barber's electric clippers, and a
shaving kit. I nodded to them. They were both dressed in robes.
Kelly grabbed a towel. I knelt down on the floor before the
sink. She wrapped it around my shoulders. Tiffany plugged in the
clippers and started working on my hair without saying a word. I
closed my eyes; I had promised after I left the Army I would not do
this again.
She worked efficiently and thoroughly.
She stepped away from me. I stood up, shook the hair off
myself and stepped into the tub. I sat down on the edge of the tub. I
heard the aerosol of a shaving cream can behind me. I felt hands
putting lather on my head; the back of my neck. One of them started to
use a razor. I stayed still, I felt them wash the rest of the lather
off. A pair of hands ran fingertips on my scalp, they stopped
suddenly; I could feel the shaving cream and the razor again. They
poured warm water on my back, used lather in individual places where
they could feel tiny hairs; like at the small of my back.
Kelly stepped into the tub and started shaving my face. I
didn't think eyebrows and eyelashes were necessary but they still
trimmed my eyebrows a touch thinner. She started working on my
chest. When she was done, I stood up and they shaved my legs. The same
treatment as on my head, a careful fingertip inspection to catch any
hair that was missed.
Kelly was on her knees in front of me, she looked up at me and
looked at my dick. I nodded. Shaved eyebrows and eyelashes are hard
to explain at a moment's thought but shaved genitals are just a
girlfriend's choice. She lathered me up businesslike and shaved my
pubic hair.
Tiffany passed her a cup of warm water, she used it to wash
away the extra lather. The careful inspection process was performed
again.
I got hard.
Kelly looked up at me, asking.
I shook my head.
Sometimes you can't produce that edge that gives you the extra
boost of energy, at those times you take any other edge that will
facilitate your purpose.
Kelly stood up and removed the robe. Tiffany handed her a
pumice stone. Kelly took it, turning on the shower. I was scraped
thoroughly, removing any dead skin. The water was lukewarm, but I
noticed it only on the periphery of my awareness, just like Kelly's
nakedness.
I reached for a jar Tiffany had on her and applied the gel to
my eyebrows. It was made to stick the hair together so if it fell out
the gel would trap it in place.
They stood back, as I stood under the shower stall. They both
understood, no physical contact once I was clean.
I didn't dry myself off. I walked out of the tub, past the
bedroom, into the living room.
I took a bagel and walked to sit down in one of the chairs. I
could feel their eyes on me, but they held their silence.
I ate in silence, when I was done Tiffany brought me another
bagel and some orange juice being careful not to lean over me. I
barely noticed long enough to thank her.
I finished eating, stood up, walked to one of my suitcases. I
opened it on the floor, and pulled out a pair of running shorts. I put
them on; picked up the second suitcase. I walked over to the table
between our seats. I put it down on top and sat down in the chair.
I unlocked it. I left top portion closed, the clothing I
would use was in there. I opened the bottom partition.
They were cradled inside. I pulled one out.
9mm Beretta.
Several years in service had made me very familiar with the
piece. There were other weapons I prefered, but none could ever feel
so natural. It was just a little small in my hand which allowed me to
handle it with ease. The kick to it was negligible.
I disassembled it; reached into the lower partition
and took the cleaning kit out. I wiped everything down briskly. The
piece was obviously new: I trusted my Brothers to have tested it
before giving it to me. I pulled out the handling gloves; I had been
very specific in all cases about the gloves, leather with hair
interior to capture the oil of my skin.
I proceeded to clean the piece thoroughly. It didn't need it
but it brought me a familiarity with the piece that I couldn't get any
other way except by shooting it.
I gave it the very light coat of oil that I prefer before use
and wiped it even.
I took the silencer out and cleaned that also. I put the 9
back together and put the silencer in place. I put it back in the
partition. I took the other one out and repeated the process. It all
took longer than I had wanted it to, but the careful process worked to
relax me. I checked and cleaned the ammo. I shouldn't need more than
two to four bullets but I had been given full clips just in case.
I pulled the last piece out. It would be the personal one, if
I had to use it, I would probably be leaving the country. A heavy
forty-five with 13 round grips. I cleaned it much more carefully. The
boys would die even if the 9's failed me, but if it came to this I
couldn't afford for it to let me down.
I didn't put it back in the case once I was done.
I opened the other partition and started laying out the
clothing; all of it a mixture of grey and black. Dark enough to hide
in but not enough to call attention. Everything was just out of the
package even the coat. It was black, ran just past my crotch, large
enough to hide what I was carrying but short enough for lower body
movement.
The holsters were break away. After use, all I had to do was
tug them down and they would unsnap from my body and I could throw
them aside. Useful if I had to walk into a crowd. The holster for the
forty-five was also simple, made to clip on the back of my
pants.
The headset was also in place. I looked up at Tiffany, she
held up a small transmitter that looked like a lighter. It had one
button on it.
I wanted everything kept simple.
I stood up and walked out to the balcony. I looked at the
city.
I started running different scenarios through my head,
studying them; accepting the different endings if it came to that.
I knew the most likely scenario. They liked to bar hop, but
they always started in the same bar.
That's where I could take them.
They liked to exit out the back. There was an alleyway that
ran for several blocks. It split about five blocks in two running
right down the middle of each. The bar, they frequented, was on the
third block, it left me an option of exits, and even where to hit
them. If it was clean, I could use the alleyway to make it to Kelly
and the car, if not I would need the options it lent to the situation.
First, the clean scenarios ran through me.
Then the ones where I would have to kill bystanders.
The ones where I would have to die to take them.
Finally, the one where Tiffany had to bring them back to the
hotel room. That one would be bad, clean but none of us would probably
see the States again. It was the only one that exposed both Siblings,
and myself. The rest, I would take the brunt of the punishment, for
that one we would all have to pay.
The training sometimes made sense, if I accepted the ending of
each scenario I wouldn't hesitate to get accomplished what was
important.
I didn't notice the passage of time.
I heard the Siblings step out on the balcony.
"Brother, we ordered food."
I nodded and turned. They stepped out of my way as I walked to
the food cart. I ate gingerly from it. Nothing to weigh me down. I
finished fast, and started dressing.
It was still a couple of hours from when we would have to
move, but I wanted to be ready early.
I left the coat on the table. Tiffany took the suitcase, I
had just emptied and walked it outside. Kelly sat down across from me.
We waited.
Eventually, Tiffany returned with a suitcase of her own. She
walked into the bedroom; Kelly got up and followed her in.
It was Tiffany's turn to get ready. Kelly didn't need any real
preparation time; her responsibility was the car.
I waited for them.
An hour and half later, Kelly came out of the bedroom carrying
the suitcase. She was dressed in black slacks, a white shirt, a black
jacket and a bow tie.
Tiffany came out behind her, and she brought light into the
room with her.
She wore a short, tight, black cocktail dress.
It was meant for a woman with much less of a figure than she
had.
She made it devastating. I smiled, she would have to play it
close to the chest. Pick one man and play seduction until the targets
moved. She would then have to lose him.
The way that dressed framed her body would make the pick up
easy; ditching him though would be an entirely different story.
That had been taken into account; the easy way out for her if
it became necessary. I didn't like the thought of a Sibling with a non
but she might not have a choice.
She posed for me.
I nodded approvingly.
She looked at her watch.
She raised an eyebrow: it was almost time.
I had done everything slowly, conserving focus.
I stood up and called downstairs for a car for Tiffany. She
walked out the door and to the elevator.
Kelly left ten minutes later, carrying my second suitcase.
I waited ten more minutes, walking around the hotel room
making sure nothing had been left behind.
The place was as clean as could be expected. We didn't have
the time to be thorough but the odds of someone connecting us with the
kill site would be small, unless I fucked up.
I walked out of the place and down the stairs. Nobody really
noticed me. The staff paid more attention to people entering.
I walked a few blocks to my left before I tried to pick up a
cab. The cabbie was a quiet one, something to be thankful for. I got
out about ten blocks from the bar. I walked the rest of the way.
I turned the corner on the block the bar was on and walked
past the alleyway: looking in.
No one.
I walked around the block to the other entrance to the alley.
I turned into it.
It wasn't very well lit.
I walked into the shadows and felt a part of me greet them in
exultation.
I stood about fifteen feet from the backdoor of the bar. The
door would open towards me so the light would not spill towards my
spot unless they opened it widely.
I brought the headset from around my neck and onto my ears.
Two short bursts, they were about to be exposed, three bursts they had
left through the front door and would have to be followed. One burst
and it would have to be done in the hotel.
I waited.
It must have been about an hour and half. Time didn't really
mean anything in that waiting. The only thing I noticed was the added
weight to the darkness around me.
And inside me.
Break in the static.
Break in the static.
My gloved hands came up. Thumbs unsnapped the snaps holding
the 9's in place. The comfortable feeling of a friend taking your
hand. Up and over the holster, back down and just behind my back. Each
piece held parallel to my legs. My thumbs down, and up releasing the
safeties; the Beretta's safety is ambidextrous, you can release it
from it either side. The thumbs came back and cocking the hammers.
The quick powerful intake of breath, holding it and releasing
it slowly.
The short wait.
The door opened. I felt the focus of my past return. The light
spilled into the alleyway away from me. One guy was pushed out the
door, framed in the light of the bar my mind made the connection. He
turned around to argue with someone behind him about the push. Hands
reached out and pushed him again. He started laughing at what was
yelled from the inside of the bar. A second person came out of the
door; the door swung closed behind him. Even without him facing the
light, acquisition was accepted.
They stood there for a moment; the beginning of the buzz making
them argue over childish things.
"Dude, we gotta get to the next bar, man." the first one said.
"Yeah, alright. I gotta pee though."
"Fuck it. Take a leak out here, it's what we do when the bar
is busy anyway."
I thought about confrontation, but the training was too
strong. The second guy moved a couple of steps toward me, pulled his
zipper down and started pissing against the wall.
My left hand came up, followed by my right. Each tracking
individually on target.
The one facing me first.
He must have noticed the motion. He turned his head, but made
the mistake of looking right into the shadows instead of out of the
corner of his eyes.
The bullet took him in the groin.
He grunted then squealed.
The second guy, turned to look for the source of the sounds.
With my left hand tracking right in case I missed the shot, I
squeezed the trigger of my right hand 9.
It took him in the side of the neck, there was an explosion of
blood as his hands came up.
The first one had folded forward.
One step forward.
A second step.
My left hand was moving back. I squeezed the trigger. Took him
right through the top of his head.
Right hand tracking, I shifted focus. The second guy was still
standing.
I squeezed the trigger. Right where the head of the pin would
be on a target. He was pushed forward.
I squeezed again.
Focus back to the left.
I put another bullet down into what was left of the first
guy's head.
I walked so I would pass parallel to them. Thumbs came up, and
down locking the safeties in place. Left gun down, reach across, right
thumb ejects the magazine, left hand catches.
Reverse the action for the left hand magazine.
I pulled my hand on top of the left gun, pulled the slide
back, ejecting the round locking the slide in place. I tossed the
piece on toward the bodies.
I locked the slide back on the right hand gun. I tossed that
near the bodies too.
I walked away.
I passed a fence and tossed the magazines into the backyard. I
wasn't trying to hide it just couldn't leave a loaded piece lying
around.
I walked calmly, what I wanted was done. It was just left to
see if I would walk away.
I turned at the exit to the alley. I had heard noone behind me
so it was safe to head back to the car.
I walked down two blocks turned again into the block. Parked
just before the entrance to the alleyway was a black luxury towncar. I
walked past the driver's door, opened the back door and sat inside.
Kelly didn't turn around. She was watching the mirrors.
Time to wait again.
"Brother" Kelly's voice in surprise and worry.
I turned around to look out the back window.
Tiffany was walking in the arm of a man. He was taller than
her by a good 8 to ten inches and from here dwarfed her in overall
size also.
She had not signaled the danger sign after the kill zone was
opened, but I wasn't trained to assume.
"Stay in the car."
I opened the door. The light outside would be too bright if we
had action. I waited until they were almost to the car. I stepped
out, right hand behind my back.
A lover taken by the hand.
I closed the door with my left and stepped away from it.
He turned to look at me and took an instinctive half-step in
front of her.
I smiled.
"Brother." Tiffany said loudly, clearly. "I've just met someone."
He was huge. Easily 6'5 with a frame to go with the
height. He moved the weight comfortably. Tiffany's words had relaxed
me, but if he moved I'd have to drop him fast and hard. Any man that
large is always dangerous even untrained.
"Darryl, this is my Brother." Tiffany said.
I heard a car door open behind and to my left.
He and I just watched each other. The hand came up, and down
the forty-five held out of the holster.
I felt Kelly come to stand in the same position Tiffany was
standing to the man. I heard her take a sharp breath.
His size was impressive but his looks didn't fall far
behind. He had a boyish haircut that lent playfulness to deeply
chiseled features. He had very light blond hair only about a shade
from white, and we could see the light blue of his eyes clearly. I
smiled to myself about Kelly's reaction, and Tiffany's.
She was hanging onto him, as if she had found an anchor in the
middle of a storm. The hand came up and back down again, I pulled it
from behind my back and crossed my arms at my chest taking a deep
breath.
"Brother?" I heard Kelly say behind me.
The guy looked at all three of separately. I smiled at him. I
nodded to Tiffany.
"You're business, Sibling but either bring him with us, go
with him, or ask him where you can find him."
I nodded to him and walked to the back door of the car and
folded myself inside.
I could hear excited talking outside. I leaned my head back
and closed my eyes.
I could feel the reaction beginning.
I heard the driver's side door open and then the passenger
side front door.
The car started and I let their conversation about Darryl fade
out. It seemed to be nothing more than Kelly digging Tiffany for
everything they did in the bar verbatim and Tiffany being more than
willing to repeat each word and description over and over again.
The car turned into a street, and stopped.
"Brother."
I opened the car door and stepped out. We were in the middle
of an abandoned lot. I could see people watching us, some got closer
but moved back as my hand traveled to the small of my back.
The line was drawn.
This is none of your business.
They moved away. I could feel them watching me but from the
darkness but unwilling to cross the line.
I pulled holstered forty-five off my pants. I turned and
handed it to Kelly who had stepped out of the car. Tiffany had opened
the trunk and was bringing my second suitcase to me.
I popped the holsters off and dropped them on the ground, I
took the gloves off and started to strip. I tossed the clothes to the
ground.
Tiffany started handing me clothing from the second suitcase.
I held up a finger to stop her, I took two steps away from her and
puked. I got the shivers for about a minute, and continued vomiting
until I started dry heaving.
I took in air, and held the nausea inside. It caused a fight
between my need to breathe and my need to continue dry-heaving. My
need to breathe won eventually.
I stood up still shaking and kicked dirt onto what little I
had puked.
I stepped back to where I was. Kelly handed me a small water
bottle, I washed my mouth out with it, and spit it out. I drank the
rest.
I took the clothes out of Tiffany's hand and started dressing.
Kelly pulled the two containers of lighter fluid out of the
suitcase and started pouring it into a nearby barrel. I started
tossing the clothes inside waiting to make sure she was hitting each
individual piece with enough fluid.
When all the clothes were in I tossed in the shoes and she
used more fluid on them than the clothes, the same for both
holsters. Tiffany handed me the forty-five which I clipped to my pants
behind me.
Tiffany tossed the headset into the suitcase, closed it and
put in the trunk. Kelly handed me matches and got in the car. I heard
the passenger side door slam shut.
I lit a match and tossed it in. The fluid nearly exploded,
there was so much. I turned my back on the flames and got in the
backseat of the car. We waited to make sure there was a healthy burn.
Finally, Kelly pulled away from the lot.
It was a long drive home, but I hardly think they
noticed. They kept talking about Darryl and asking me how soon he
could be interviewed as if I would know, I'd only been crested a few
days ago. I studied my ring on the way home a lot.
I'd killed for country a number of times, and felt no
remorse. I didn't feel any now, and it scared me. The pictures of
Stephanie kept trying to say it was alright, but I could see the
impact of the bullets on them over and over again with my mind's eye.
I closed my eyes and let them fight over me.
The car stopped finally. I opened the door and got out. They
would take care of everything. They opened the car doors and looked at
me. I looked at the house.
"Find him." I said without looking at them. "Bring him home."
I heard the car doors slam shut and the car pull away.
I walked up to the porch, opened the door and walked inside.
I heard the television being turned off. The doors to the living room
were open so I walked inside.
They were sitting there. Rachel and Sheryl facing me, with
Melisa with her back to me.
Rachel stopped in the motion of standing up. She looked at me
and I watched as contempt and anger flushed her face.
I held the eye contact. The pictures had fought themselves in
my head, and maybe they always would so, I didn't need her to be my
conscience. I held her pinned, she wasn't a Sibling, but I would not
be challenged in this.
She looked away and sat down.
Sheryl stood up and came over to give me a hug.
I took the coat off and she took it from me. I turned around
and heard Rachel gasp.
I walked to the downstairs bathroom, washed my face, hands,
and brushed the last vestiges of vomit taste out my mouth.
I walked past them as I headed for my bedroom. I closed the doors
gently behind and lay down on the bed, and welcomed the nightmares.
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