Chapter Two-hundred Twenty: Fabien Entrapped
- Arthur
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Chapter 220
Fabien Entrapped
Tristan, Lena, Bastien, Victor, and Jasper sat at the dining room table. Jasper dished up the mushroom chicken fettuccine Alfredo, with a tossed garden salad, baskets of bread with cups of butter, glasses of oaked chardonnay, one glass of sparkling cider for Lena, and candles lit. Victor’s blue eyes sparkled.
Victor: “Wow, Jasper, you went all out!”
He squealed.
Bastien rolled his eyes and gulped wine. Tristan flicked his gaze to his brother and smiled at his father.
Tristan: “Yes, he certainly did.”
He nodded and sipped his wine. Jasper reddened and kissed Victor’s hand.
Jasper: “So, we have a new guest with us tonight. Welcome, Lena.”
He smiled at her.
Lena: “Hello, and thanks for having me!”
She giggled.
Bastien: “What happened to Deimos?”
He asked Tristan. Tristan glared at him.
Tristan: “He’s home, and we’re not together.”
He replied sharply. Jasper shifted in his seat uncomfortably.
Jasper: “So, Lena, what do you think of Palm Tree State so far?”
He asked as he thrust some fettuccine in his mouth. Lena sipped on her cider and ate some salad.
She nodded.
Bastien: “Are you angry with Deimos for talking to Uncle Narcisse?”
He asked Tristan. Tristan glared at him. Victor’s jaw dropped.
Victor: “WHAT?! Why would Deimos talk to HIM!?”
He cried. Jasper reached over and held Victor close.
Bastien: “Because he needed his help, Father!”
He countered.
Victor: “NO! NO! HOW COULD HE?! HOW COULD YOU!? HOW COULD YOU, BASTIEN!?”
He bawled.
Tristan glared hotly at Bastien.
Tristan: “My theories are correct: you are corresponding with Narcisse.”
Lena tensed up.
Bastien: “Why wouldn’t I be?! He’s our uncle, and he raised me!”
He snapped.
Victor: “HE STOLE YOU FROM ME! HE AND CHARLOTTE DID!”
He bawled.
Bastien: “Father, why do you act this way when I speak of Narcisse?!”
He challenged.
Victor: “Jasper, I can’t be around him anymore! He’s too much like Charlotte!”
He sobbed on his chest. Jasper softly caressed his hair.
Tristan: “Bastien, that is quite enough from you! Narcisse traumatized Papa, and he doesn’t have to divulge the details to you!”
He rasped. Bastien glowered at his brother.
Bastien: “Why are you defending him?! He is breaking our family apart!”
He flared.
Tristan: “Bastien, Papa is not breaking ANYTHING apart! That would be NARCISSE and that THING. Papa is moving on and happy!”
He countered.
Bastien: “But Jasper is boring!”
He thundered.
Tristan: “You don’t have to be like Narcisse to be interesting, Bastien! Jasper is a kind man who dearly loves Papa and wishes to make him happy! Isn’t that what you should want for him?”
He asked sharply.
Bastien: “I want to sleep in peace without hearing their loud sex!”
He blurted. Jasper reddened. Victor angrily rose.
Victor: “WELL, I WANT THAT LOVEMAKING! I WANT IT, AND IT WASN’T FORCED ON ME!”
He bawled and pounded the table with each syllable. Tristan turned to his father and cupped his mouth. Lena shrank in her seat.
Jasper: “Bastien, why don’t you go to your bedroom?”
He said firmly but gently.
Bastien: “Why?! I was pointing out—”
Tristan: “Bastien, go upstairs to your bedroom or go anywhere else.”
He said icily. Bastien glared at Jasper and angrily rose from the table, storming past everyone.
Victor bawled on Jasper’s chest, and he held him close. Tristan heaved a deep sigh and knit his eyebrows. Lena gazed at Tristan with empathy.
~
An hour later, Tristan was outside on the patio swing. Lena stepped out and joined him.
Lena: “I’m sorry about this evening.”
Tristan: “Not your fault.”
He drew a long breath.
Lena: “I…”
She pursed her lips.
Lena: “I understand having a problematic family member.”
She confessed. Tristan drew a long breath.
Tristan: “I’m certain you do, Lena. Thank you for the support, nonetheless.”
He smiled somewhat. She smiled back at him.
Lena: “You know something?”
Tristan: “Mmm?”
Lena: “I feel… at ease with you.”
She said slowly. Tristan raised his eyebrows and then smiled.
Tristan: “Thank you, Lena. I return the compliment. I told you things I never told anyone else.”
He said earnestly. Not even Deimos, he thought.
~
Tristan sat on the swinging chair with Lena, who had fallen asleep. She rested her head on his shoulder. He smiled a bit and put his arm around her. He swung the swing gently and gazed at the waterfall running into his pool. He listened to the water running and the distant sounds of frogs mating at the creek by his house.
He leaned back and watched the sunset. He looked back at Lena and smiled. Tristan slowly rose and carefully scooped her up in his arms and carried her inside. He carried her up the stairs and across the pedway. He then entered his bedroom and gently laid her on his bed, covering her with a blanket.
He gazed at her for a minute and cupped his chin. He saw a shadow in his window flying by and rolled his eyes. Of course, he thought and promptly left the room.
Lena turned on her side and inhaled Tristan’s scent from the blanket, feeling at ease and falling back to sleep.
~
Tristan stepped outside and saw Deimos hovering above his pool.
Tristan: “I don’t know if I am blessed or cursed that you now have flight.”
He huffed. Deimos sighed and flew down.
Deimos: “I just want to work things out.”
Tristan: “There is nothing to work out.”
He said coldly and sauntered over to the patio swing. Deimos flew over and sat with him.
Deimos: “I was highly emotional, and I made a mistake, Tristan. I am sorry!”
He cried.
Tristan: “Deimos, you went to Narcisse. How can I ever trust you again?!”
He hissed.
Deimos: “I told you his plan!”
He snapped. Tristan rose.
Tristan: “This conversation is over.”
Deimos: “WHY?! Why do you avoid the topic of who’s in that basement?!”
He flew in front of him. Tristan slapped him. Deimos turned his head, looking deeply hurt.
Tristan: “There’s nothing to discuss!”
Deimos: “Are you moving on from me…? Is this what this is?”
He asked acidly, his eyes burning with anger. Tristan drew a rough breath.
Deimos: “I offered to be a decoy to lure Ichiro’s body double. I found out Narcisse’s grand plan! I took that potion of Ashley’s, and I saved you from that richonoid!”
He flailed his arms.
Deimos: “I drove a truck to deliver Ashley’s shit back to them when it was LAZAROS’ job! I did that for you, Tristan!”
He cried.
Deimos: “You want to sling mud?! YOU almost fucked Ivy, and Ivy thought you had a thing for Chelsea! Well, she reads minds, so YOU were screwing around with others while I always fucking loved you!”
He bellowed. Tristan pivoted on his heel and delivered a hard slap to Deimos’ face that was so hard, his head turned. Tears welled in Tristan’s green eyes, burning with hot anger.
Tristan: “We weren’t dating, Deimos! I admit when I almost had sex with Ivy, I was trying to garner your attention, but I never went through with it because I loved you! You cheated on me, and you went to NARCISSE for help! They are not the same!”
He bawled. Deimos knit his eyebrows and heaved a deep sigh.
Deimos: “So is what you’re doing now garnering my attention? Because you got it.”
He sighed.
Tristan: “No, Deimos, I am beyond that stage now!”
He cried. Deimos knit his eyebrows.
Deimos: “I’m a flawed human being who makes mistakes, Tristan. That doesn’t make my love for you any less.”
Tristan: “Just because you love me doesn’t mean I feel loved by you!”
He flared and removed his glasses to wipe his eyes.
Deimos: “What can I do to make you feel that way? Honestly, I was surprised you even reciprocated at all! You’re so flawless and perfect in every way, and I am… me!”
He gestured to himself with both of his hands.
Tristan: “I need space from you, Deimos! You can’t force me to feel a certain way about you!”
He hissed and put his glasses back on.
Deimos: “Yeah, well, no one will ever worship you as I do! No one knows how divine you are, Tristan!”
He cried. Tristan embraced himself.
~
Celeste landed before hers and Jaxon’s house. She didn’t see his car in the driveway. She entered and saw Noah washing some dishes.
Celeste: “Hey, Noah, is Jaxon here?”
She scratched her head. Noah raised his head.
Noah: “No, Celeste, he’s at Percy’s place.”
Celeste frowned.
Celeste: “Oh… Right.”
She drew a long breath and left. She saw Fabien’s car across the street and saw no light on in his bedroom.
She used the key he gave her and opened the door.
Celeste: “Fab?”
She looked around. She noticed his green sneakers for Danny Donger’s were at the door, but his flip-flops were not there.
She saw the red light flashing on his answering machine. She went over to play his messages. The first message played.
Gary: “Hello, Fabien, this is your boss, Gary Owens. If you weren’t going to show up for your shift, why didn’t you call me? Please call me. Hope you’re feeling better.”
Celeste had a knot in her stomach. He never misses work, she thought.
She left the house and jumped into the air.
~
She landed by the Donati Manor and looked around.
Celeste: “Fab?”
She called out for him. She jumped on the fence to look into the Donati backyard. No one was there. She leaped down and paced around. She saw something in the grass. She knelt and picked it up. A recording device? She wondered.
She jumped into the air again.
~
Tristan gazed at the dusky sky and at the creek as he listened to the frogs mating. Deimos heaved a deep sigh and looked at the creek with him. Deimos reached over to Tristan and then stopped. He knit his eyebrows and frowned. He hung his head and stood by his side watching the sunset.
Celeste landed in front of them with a look of worry on her face.
Tristan: “Celeste, what’s wrong?”
Celeste: “Fab is gone, Tristan!”
She exclaimed.
Deimos: “Check Blair’s shithole.”
Celeste: “I did, and found this!”
She presented the recording device and pressed play.
Demetrio: “Now, Blair, why did you hire that photographer and trick Ashley into taking those photos?”
Blair cried loudly.
Blair: “I gave them so much, and they cheat on me with Lazaros and now that fat pig!”
He bawled.
Sylvia: “Blair, Ashley did not ‘cheat’ on you. You two were never an item; they told you they didn’t feel that way about you.”
Blair cried loudly.
Blair: “Yeah, ‘cause I am nice!”
Sylvia: “A nice guy wouldn’t hire a photographer and trick them into taking provocative pictures of someone without their consent or knowledge.”
She chided him.
Blair: “WHAT WAS WRONG WITH WHAT I DID?! LADARRELL SAID I WAS THEIR BOYFRIEND AND THEY AGREED!”
He wailed.
Sylvia: “I am sure you requested he leave your name out of this because if he dropped your name, Ashley would never have consented. Blair, this is very manipulative and conniving.”
She chastised him.
Blair: “Okay, being a nice, caring prince is now manipulative and conniving!”
Sylvia: “A nice, caring prince wouldn’t blackmail someone into a relationship either.”
Demetrio: “I want you to write a letter of apology to Ashley.”
He said firmly.
Blair: “Yeah, I’m sorry for being so nice while you left me for jerks!”
He huffed.
The recording stopped. Tristan cupped his mouth, and Deimos rolled his eyes.
Deimos: “What the fuck is this bullshit about?”
Tristan: “I haven’t checked Fabien’s Bungle server in a bit.”
Deimos rubbed the back of his head.
Deimos: “Same…”
Tristan: “Come into my grandmother’s office. We’ll check it out from there.”
Deimos smiled a bit. He and Celeste followed him.
~
Tristan, Celeste, and Deimos were in Honorine’s office. Tristan used his username and password to log in to the computer. He then clicked on Bungle and signed in with his username. Deimos hovered over Tristan. His heart hammered as he drew closer, inhaling his cologne.
Tristan scrolled up, and his mouth was ajar. He saw several pictures of Ashley in a cat bikini, as well as the topless ones. Celeste blinked.
Celeste: “How did Blair get those now?”
Tristan: “As his grandfather and Sylvia were chiding him for, he hired a photographer to take these pictures and didn’t tell them these were intended for him.”
He explained.
Tristan: “I didn’t think Blair could sink lower, but he somehow found a shovel.”
He sighed.
Deimos: “What the fuck does Blair’s bullshit have to do with Fabien disappearing?”
He asked sharply.
Tristan: “Likely nothing, but his recorder was found near the Donati house, so he disappeared after this conversation.”
Celeste flapped her arms.
Celeste: “How are we gonna find him?! I checked his answering machine, and his boss said he didn’t come in for his shift!”
She said in a high-pitched squawk. Tristan raised an eyebrow.
Tristan: “As much as I criticize Fabien and am not fond of his lifestyle, he is punctual.”
He shifted his eyes to Deimos.
Tristan: “Unlike someone we know.”
He muttered.
Deimos: “Yeah, his roommate is a fucking lazy pig.”
He huffed.
Tristan: “I wasn’t speaking of Gus, but anyway…”
His voice trailed off.
He examined the device and rose.
Tristan: “We’re going to need Papa’s and Frankie’s help for this.”
Deimos: “Right, he used Jaxon’s cell phone to locate him on Minerva’s yacht!”
He clapped his hands.
Celeste: “Minerva kidnapped Fab?!”
She gasped. Tristan curled an eyebrow.
Tristan: “It’s highly possible, but let’s be certain.”
He led them out of the office.
~
Fabien lay in a cell. His eyes burned, and his head pounded. His eyes fluttered. The bright fluorescent lights hurt his eyes. He snapped his eyes open and saw he was in a cell with a bed and a stainless steel toilet, and his wrists were cuffed behind his back.
He examined the area, not recognizing his surroundings. He blinked up at the bright lights, and the door had no window on it.
Fabien: “Where the fuck am I?”
He muttered.
The doorknob twisted open. Fabien rose to brace himself. Alfie entered with two soldiers behind.
Alfie: “Good evening, young man! Oh, you’re a lucky one today!”
He said in his shaky, nasally voice.
Fabien: “Ahahahaha, am I? I’m in a cell and handcuffed. I guess your definition of luck differs from mine.”
He snorted.
Alfie: “I’m Alfie Faulkner! I’m here to take you to my boss. Shall we go? She doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”
He said with agitation in his tone and led him out. The soldiers pointed their machine guns at Fabien as they led him out.
They went down a corridor with white walls and white floors, and large metal doors on either side, like the one in his cell. They went to a door at the end of the hall guarded by another soldier wielding a gun. He pressed the button on the side of the door to let Alfie, Fabien, and the two soldiers out.
They strolled past the security guard’s desk, where an older black man in a security guard uniform sat, drinking coffee. There were monitors on the wall showing footage of all the cells and the corridor.
Alfie: “Hello, Reggie.”
He nodded to him.
Reggie: “How’re doin’, Alfie?”
He replied.
Alfie: “All is well. Taking this young man to my boss.”
Reggie: “She’ll like him.”
He smiled tightly.
Fabien: “Could you give me a hint of who wants to see me this badly?”
He asked him.
The soldier shoved his gun in Fabien’s face. Fabien furrowed his eyebrows. Alfie put his hand up.
Alfie: “You’ll see.”
He smiled.
They walked up to the end of the hall. Alfie pushed a button, and the door opened to an elevator. The two soldiers had Fabien go in first, and they followed, keeping their guns pointed at him. Alfie entered and pressed the button for the 85th floor. The door closed, and the elevator went up. As he went up four floors, Fabien could see the city at night. The city lights twinkled and sparkled.
Alfie: “Lovely view, huh?”
He chuckled.
Fabien: “You didn’t answer my question. Are you here about Blair or something?”
He asked with irritation.
The door opened. Alfie went ahead, and the soldiers led Fabien out with their guns pointed at him. The corridor was black marble walls with gold columns, a light beige marble floor with gold statues of Ilias Megelos and portraits of him.
Alfie knocked on one of the doors. A woman’s sultry voice said, “Let him in.”
Alfie: “Enjoy!”
He said to Fabien as the soldiers led him inside. He glared at the soldiers. He was shoved into a room where Minerva stood, her back facing Fabien, looking out at the city. Minerva slowly turned to face Fabien with a smile. The two soldiers kept their guns pointed at Fabien.
Fabien: “Get those guns out of my face!”
He hissed.
He locked his gaze on Minerva.
Minerva: “Hello, Mr. Fabien Bellegarde. I’m Dr. Minerva Marzilli, the head of the Etheressum Research Division.”
She said to him, circling him, and checking him out.
Fabien: “Yeah, you and your retarded goon were trying to kidnap Jaxon, and I beat your asses. Still raw about it?”
He smirked. Minerva smiled and bit her lip.
Minerva: “You have quite the mouth on you, Fabien.”
Fabien: “Yeah, you’d be amazed at what else it can do.”
He teased.
Minerva ran her hands all over his shoulders. He shuddered.
Minerva: “I’m amazed at anything you can do.”
She whispered in his ear. Fabien jolted and twitched.
Minerva: “Does that tickle?”
She cupped her mouth and beamed. Fabien inhaled sharply.
Fabien: “Yeah, a bit.”
He itched his ear with his shoulder.
Minerva: “I did a lot of research into you, Fabien…”
She purred. Fabien shifted his eyes.
Fabien: “Because I beat your stupid goon? Lady, I think the only one she could beat is Blair. That’s pathetic.”
He laughed. Minerva smirked.
Minerva: “You’re the son of Basile Bellegarde, right? The famous defense attorney of Argentville.”
Fabien’s smile faded.
Fabien: “What about him? I’m not speaking to him.”
He said tersely.
Minerva: “He represented Claude Haprèle in the case where he murdered his girlfriend’s parents.”
Fabien darkened.
Fabien: “Why are you telling me this as if it wasn’t pumped into my head 24/7? Yeah, he represented some guy who killed himself over a girl who used him. I know. You only need to tell me something once, and I get it. I don’t need to be reminded many times!”
He barked. Minerva chuckled and brushed her nails against his neck. Fabien gasped and drew back laughing.
Fabien: “HeheheheHAHAHAHAHA!”
Minerva pushed Fabien back into a chair. He grunted when he hit the seat.
Minerva: “Secure his legs.”
She instructed the soldiers.
Fabien: “Oh, fuck, of course.”
He rolled his eyes. The soldiers lifted his legs onto the footstool and bound them. Minerva sauntered over and brushed her nails on the tops of his feet. Fabien gasped and laughed.
Fabien: “AHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAA!”
Minerva smiled at his reaction and slipped off his flip-flops. Fabien panted and fanned his toes.
Minerva: “You take excellent care of your feet, Fabien…”
She purred and scribbled her nails over the soles of his feet. Fabien jolted and threw his head back laughing.
Fabien: “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!”
He laughed loudly and thrashed against his bonds. She resumed tickling his feet and dragged her nails over his soft soles. Fabien shrieked and laughed hard.
Fabien: “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAAA!! WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!”
He roared while laughing. She trailed her left hand up and tickled behind his knee.
Fabien: “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!! WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! MAHAHAHAHAKE IT STOP!!”
He laughed hard and thrashed against his bonds.
She ceased tickling him and stood back admiring him as he panted.
Minerva: “You are so much fun to torment.”
She chuckled.
Minerva: “All of this because you were never up to your father’s standards.”
Fabien growled at her.
Fabien: “Don’t fuckin’ analyze me, lady. How I live my life doesn’t reflect him!”
He spat.
She placed her hands on his thighs and rubbed his inner thigh. Fabien shuddered and sneered at her.
Minerva: “I wonder if I showed him a video of you being tickled, would he save you?”
She purred.
Fabien: “NO! He wouldn’t save me!”
He bellowed. She grabbed his face and clenched his cheeks. She brought him closer to her and kissed him deeply. Fabien shut his eyes tightly and growled into her mouth. He struggled, trying to break away.
She broke the kiss and stood back. He panted rapidly, angry as a hornet.
Minerva: “You know what? I am curious what your mouth can do…”
She pinned him with a half-lidded stare. Fabien swallowed hard and clenched his teeth as he tried to break from his bonds.
Minerva turned to her soldiers.
Minerva: “Take him to my bedroom.”
She commanded. The soldiers gave her a salute.
Soldier: “Yes, ma’am!”
Fabien inhaled sharply and glowered at her as the soldiers grabbed his arms and dragged him out.
~
Tristan, Celeste, and Deimos stood in the living room as Victor placed Francis’ paw on the recorder. Francis closed his eyes, and his pupils dilated.
Francis: (I saw soldiers knock the white-haired man out and put him in a truck!)
Victor: “So, Frankie saw in his vision that soldiers knocked your friend out and put him in a truck.”
He confirmed. Celeste bared her teeth.
Celeste: “That fuckin’ Minerva! I’m rippin’ her apart!”
She snapped and ran out.
Tristan: “Celeste, wait!”
He called out and heaved a deep sigh.
Tristan: “I wish… she had waited so we could formulate a plan.”
He said with a twinge of annoyance.
Deimos: “...Want me to drive you?”
He offered.
Tristan: “I can drive myself.”
He huffed.
Deimos: “If you come with me, think of it as saving the environment!”
He waved his hands. Tristan turned to Deimos.
Tristan: “Since when do you care about the environment?”
He planted his hands on his hips and narrowed his eyes at him. Deimos bowed his head.
Deimos: “I just want to drive you so we can save Fabien.”
Tristan drew an exasperated breath.
Tristan: “We’re wasting time. I’ll go with you, but only so we can get to Fabien sooner.”
He relented. Deimos smiled a bit.
~
Celeste landed before the Megalos Tower. Tristan and Deimos rushed up to her.
Celeste: “Come on, guys! Let’s mosey!”
She rushed inside.
Tristan: “Please wait up, Celeste!”
He panted as he ran to catch up with her.
They entered the building and gazed at the tower map.
Celeste: “Where the fuck is Fabien!?”
She bellowed.
Deimos: “Shit, Celeste, the map just says ‘you are here’, but not pointing to where Fabien is.”
He said dryly.
Celeste: “FUCK!”
She thundered and punched the glass map in, breaking the lights and shattering.
Deimos: “Now we’re going to be more lost than ever because I don’t know the ins and outs of this place. Why isn’t Golden Boy, Jordi, with us?”
He asked wryly.
Tristan: “We should ask Professor Murphy for some telecommunicators, but I could call him on my cell phone.”
He offered.
He then paused.
Tristan: “But I also don’t want to risk him losing his job.”
Deimos: “No, nothing bad can happen to him; that’s what I’m for.”
He huffed. Tristan glared at him.
Tristan: “Deimos, this isn’t the time or place.”
He hissed between clenched teeth.
Celeste pressed the elevator button. When the doors opened, the trio entered. Celeste glared at the buttons.
Celeste: “Which one is the floor where that hag is!?”
She asked Tristan.
Tristan: “...I don’t know, Celeste. I believe it was 92?”
He stroked his ponytail. Celeste glared at the buttons and raised her fist to punch, but Tristan grabbed her arm. She glared at him.
Tristan: “Celeste, please. I understand your frustration, but breaking it will make this problem worse, not better.”
He said gently.
Deimos pressed 85.
Tristan: “I said it was 92.”
Deimos: “It’s 85. I remembered.”
Tristan blinked.
Tristan: “You remembered that?”
He asked incredulously. Celeste felt butterflies in her stomach as the elevator rose.
Tristan: “Celeste, why isn’t Jaxon with us?”
Celeste folded her arms.
Celeste: “He’s with Percy, moping about his problems.”
She grumbled. Tristan gazed at her and turned his head to gaze at the cityscape.
Tristan: “I see.”
~
Minerva was in her bedroom. She had her hair loose and wore sheer blue lingerie with a blue silk dressing gown draped over her shoulders. She poured French champagne into two flutes. The soldiers opened the door and guided Fabien inside.
Minerva: “Hello, handsome.”
She purred and sauntered over to him.
Minerva: “You may leave now.”
She ordered the soldiers.
They left her room, and she smiled at Fabien. She circled around him.
Fabien: “What do you want with me, lady? Is this about me beating your goon, or am I something to lure Jaxon to your web?”
He asked archly. She put her arm around him and kissed his neck. Fabien winced.
Minerva: “At first, it was payback for being an obstacle, but… after looking into you, I had a change of heart.”
She whispered in his ear and kissed his neck.
Fabien: “I don’t have any super strong powers like Tristan… or Celeste!”
He snapped.
Minerva’s hand slid to his groin. Fabien’s jaw tightened, and he reddened.
Minerva: “Who said anything about powers? You could be bait to lure Jiro here, or maybe I am intrigued by your potential expertise as a lawyer?”
She chuckled. Fabien furrowed his eyebrows.
Fabien: “Lady, get your hands off me. I was expelled from law school. Guess you didn’t do your homework.”
He spat.
Minerva: “You do have quite the mouth on you…”
She unbuckled his belt and unsnapped his jeans. Fabien’s anxiety soared.
~
Tristan, Celeste, and Deimos ran down the corridor. Several soldiers stood before them. Tristan froze in his tracks. They raised their guns and fired at them. The bullets bounced off Celeste. Tristan formed an ice barrier in front of himself and Celeste.
Celeste: “FUCK OFF!”
She bellowed and punched through the head of one soldier, sending his brains flying out. Tristan’s ice barrier protruded icicles, which shot at more soldiers, impaling all of them.
Celeste ran down the hall.
Tristan: “Celeste, wait!”
A metal rod shot out and pierced through her arm. She screamed and collapsed to the floor, clutching her arm and trying to pry it out.
Several daggers flew at her. Tristan formed an ice barrier. The daggers were embedded in the ice. Celeste roared as she pulled the rod out of her arm. Deimos knelt, and a purple glow emitted from his hands as he healed her.
They turned to see Desiree walking down the hall.
Deimos: “Oh, Golden Boy, Jordi, isn’t here?!”
He cupped his cheeks. Tristan rolled his eyes. Desiree snickered.
Desiree: “No, he wouldn’t hurt his friends, and anyway, our boss just slaps and tickles him for not doing his work. I would face real punishment!”
She growled.
Celeste: “I DON’T CARE!”
She punched her with great force, sending her crashing through a wall.
Desiree gnashed her teeth as she lay in the rubble. Celeste charged after her. Desiree moved the sword on the wall, and it shot at Celeste, impaling her leg as she lunged at Desiree. She screamed and dropped to the floor, gnashing her teeth in pain. Desiree moved several metal cabinets and chairs at Celeste, crashing her into the wall.
Tristan rushed in and formed an ice arrow. Desiree sneered at him and sent a metal desk at him, crashing him into the wall, causing blood to splatter and Tristan to vomit blood.
Deimos: “NO!”
He bellowed and knelt to Tristan to heal him. A purple glow emitted from his hands as he healed him.
Tristan: “Get to Celeste, Deimos! Please!”
He begged him. Deimos wanted nothing more than to pummel and kill Desiree, but he remembered telling Celeste he would do anything for Tristan. He rushed to Celeste to get her out.
Desiree: “Don’t you DARE!”
She shot her hand out. An air conditioner flew at him. Tristan shot an ice arrow through the air conditioner.
Tristan marched up to her as icy anger whirled through him. She staggered to her feet and found ice covering her legs.
Celeste shoved the cabinets off herself as Deimos helped her, and she pulled the sword out of her. Blood and bruises covered her. Deimos put his hands up, and a purple glow emitted from his hands as he healed her.
Desiree: “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”
She screamed.
Tristan: “Freezing you to the death.”
He said flatly. Desiree panicked and tried to free herself from her icy bonds.
Suddenly, Tristan was knocked over and crashed to the ground. He yelped when he hit the icy floor and turned around to see an Australian Blue Heeler Dog with his tongue hanging out and his tail wagging. Deimos clapped his hands.
Deimos: “Get out of here, you dumb mutt!”
He barked.
Craig walked down the hall wearing only his green underwear. He smiled dumbly at Tristan and made eye contact with him.
Craig: “Hey there, hot stuff. Wanna donut?”
He winked at him. Tristan gaped at him.
Tristan: “...No?”
Craig reached down into his green underwear, pulling out a donut with pink icing and sprinkles with a dumb grin on his face.
Craig: “How about now?”
He licked his lips. Tristan gagged.
Deimos flew into Craig, delivering a hard punch that sent him flying across the hall. He tumbled over when he hit the floor. Craig gnashed his teeth as he staggered up. The dog rushed to him, whimpering and trying to get him up.
Craig: “OI, what the fuck, cunt?!”
Deimos put his fists up.
Celeste: “Deimos can duke it out with Craig! I’m finding Fab!”
She ran down the hall. Tristan nodded and followed her.
Craig: “F-Fab?!”
He knit his eyebrows and ran down the hall. He fell and slipped on a patch of ice.
Desiree: “Craig, can you help me?!”
Craig: “Nah, I can’t! I gotta get my Fab!”
He said doggedly and rose. Desiree growled at him and pounded on the ice.
~
Minerva shoved Fabien on the bed after removing his clothes. She hovered over him and cupped his face. Fabien’s face reddened, and he panted with a mixture of fury and fear. She pulled out a feather and waved it around. Fabien swallowed hard. She stroked it over his cock and tickled the tip.
Minerva: “Tickle, tickle, sexy boy…”
She purred. Fabien laughed hard and moaned.
Fabien: “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! MMMHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! S-STOP! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
He gasped in between laughter and moved his hips. She brushed the feather all over his member and ballsack. Fabien laughed harder and laughed in between moaning and gasping.
Fabien: “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAA! MMMHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA! N-NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!”
She tickled his member, ballsack, and taint with her fingers. Fabien laughed, arched his back, bucked his hips, and moaned.
Fabien: “PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEASE!!! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
Celeste kicked the door down, and her fury soared when she saw Minerva on top of Fabien. Tristan cupped his mouth.
Celeste: “GET THE FUCK OFF HIM!”
She charged after her and delivered a punch so hard that she slammed into the wall and onto the floor, rendering her unconscious.
Tristan: “Are you okay, Fabien?”
He asked with concern as Celeste undid his bonds. Fabien wrapped his arms around Celeste. Tristan handed him his clothes.
Fabien: “I’ll be fine, Tristan. My babe came for me!”
He smiled at Celeste and kissed her head. She beamed at him.
Craig rushed in and grinned.
Craig: “OI! Fab! I came to save ya!”
He flexed his arms. Fabien glared at Craig.
Fabien: “The fuck did you do? You just came in here and did nothing, as you always do!”
He huffed and flicked his gaze to his “Andreas” tattoo on his chest.
Fabien: “Still didn’t get rid of that tattoo, huh? Even when I wasted my time on your pathetic, sorry ass, you never even tried.”
He spat. Craig glanced down at his tattoo.
Craig: “What, are ya jealous?”
He scoffed. Fabien rolled his eyes and waved his hand dismissively at him.
Fabien: “You wish.”
Craig: “You still want me! Can’t say I never tried when I’m standin’ right here!”
He spread his arms out. Tristan rolled his eyes and shook his head.
Craig: “I brought ya some dinner!”
He winked at him, shoving his hand down his underpants and pulling out the donut with pink icing dripping and caked all over his crotch. Celeste blinked.
Fabien rose, slipped on his underwear, and put on his Nuklear Intoxikation Sucks t-shirt.
Fabien: “Sure, I’m dressed for dinner with the ‘dashing drongo’.”
He said wryly. Craig pouted, looking hurt at the sight of his T-shirt.
Craig: “Oi! What the fuck is that?! Nuklear doesn’t suck!”
He cried.
Fabien: “A shirt I got made just for you, numb nuts!”
He laughed and put on his jeans, buttoning them and buckling his belt. Craig’s bottom lip trembled.
Craig: “Fine, be that way! I got other blokes lined up to fuck me!”
He fired back through tears. Fabien laughed.
Craig: “Like this one right here!”
He exclaimed, snaking his arm around Tristan. Tristan jerked away.
Tristan: “Please unhand me!”
He said sharply and dusted himself off.
Fabien: “I’m so sure, Craig. Just like Andreas did?”
He asked archly and grabbed his green plaid shirt, draping it over himself. Celeste handed him his flip-flops. He thanked her and slipped them on.
Craig twisted his mouth.
Craig: “Who’s she?”
He pointed at Celeste.
Fabien: “Fuck, I knew your memory was bad, but I didn’t know it was that bad. Do you remember to brush your teeth in the morning? No, don’t answer. I know you don’t.”
He said flippantly. Tristan’s face twisted with disgust.
Fabien: “She’s Celeste.”
He smiled and put his arm around her. Suddenly, it was like a light switched on in his brain.
Craig: “...What, are you into chicks now? That’s so gay!”
He laughed bitterly with hurt and anger in his tone.
Fabien: “What, are you jealous or something?”
He asked wryly.
Fabien: “Thought you had blokes lined up to fuck you?”
Craig’s bottom lip trembled.
Deimos came in and snarled at Craig. Then they heard a dog barking. Fabien froze.
Fabien: “Wh-What is that?!”
He asked nervously.
Fabien: “Please tell me someone is playing a movie where a dog barks!”
He laughed anxiously.
Deimos: “No, it’s this stupid dog!”
He huffed. The dog came in and barked, wagging his tail. Fabien suddenly went ashen and screamed, slamming his back against the wall.
Craig: “Oh, yeah, that’s my doggo! He ain’t stupid!”
He grinned at his dog, petting him on his head as he stood up on his hind legs, getting his dirty paws all over Craig. His drooling smile matched Craig’s dumb smile.
Fabien: “GET HIM OUT OF HERE! GET THAT DOG AWAY FROM ME!”
He screamed and cried. Celeste turned to Fabien, and her heart hammered in her chest. Tristan rushed to Fabien and knelt to him with Celeste.
Tristan: “Craig, you need to get your dog out of here.”
He said gently.
Craig: “What? Why? He just wants to play with ya!”
He pouted.
Tristan: “Craig, Fabien is terrified of him! I am aware he’s not a cross dog, but you need to get him out of here.”
He said firmly but gently.
Craig: “The fuck is a cross dog?”
He laughed. Tristan drew an exasperated breath. Fabien screamed and embraced himself in the corner as Celeste held him. Craig’s bottom lip trembled at the sight of them.
Deimos: “PSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPS!”
He said to the dog.
Craig: “The fuck are ya doin’?!”
He laughed at him.
Tristan: “I think that call works on cats, Deimos.”
Fabien: “GET YOUR FUCKING DOG AWAY FROM ME!”
He bawled.
Craig: “FINE, BE A CUNT THEN!”
He pouted, grabbing his dog and running out of the room, bawling.
Celeste carried him in his arms as he sobbed.
Deimos: “I don’t like dogs but… why are you afraid of them?”
He asked Fabien.
Tristan: “Deimos, this isn’t the time to ask him. Let’s get them out of here.”
He nodded. Deimos bowed his head and followed Tristan out.