Dark_fantasy

Bright lights. You open your eyes, blinking in vain effort to adjust to the blindingly bright light of the warehouse, you are still tightly bound, except for your mouth. You groan involuntarily as you mistakenly try and move into a more comfortable position, the pain tearing through your body reminding you quickly that you are back in reality. You peer out through swollen eyelids, you feel like crap and would hate to see what you look like, especially in comparison to your earlier self.
Gemma walks up to you grinning from ear to ear like a Cheshire cat.
\"I see that we are back to reality now, how are we feeling?\"
Your glare causes her to smirk. Instead you attempt to fill in the missing gaps that your flashback did not provide you with.
\"How did you find me?\" you manage to croak, your throat dry and raspy.
\"Well I have my sources with Mr Vu of course, you should have deducted that as well as other people... but primarily the one thing I used to pinpoint exactly where you were is closer to you tyou you think.\" Gemma said grinning, crouching down to face you.
The cool touch of the necklace seemed to burn with her words, its heat steadily radiating from your neck through your body. The necklace! How obvious, now it all makes sense to me you think to yourself as you feel its presence around your neck, you can feel it crawling across your skin infecting you with its mere presence.
\"But of course bugs are not always effective.... Sometimes they don\'t work, which is why I have other sources of surveillance to keep tabs on you...\" Gemma continued with a glimmer in her eye. With that she clicked her fingers. Something moved amongst the shadows from the corner of her eyes and stepped out.

\"Rachael, meet my half sister...\" Gemma said beckoning towards the shadows Where something moved, stirring the inky blackness with its presence.

Out of the shadows stepped the maintainer. Her look was one of steel eyed as she avoided your glance, stepping towards Gemma, into her embrace. As if she were in a trance, her body stiff like a plank of wood; making the embrace awkward, emotionless. Empty. You felt sick as a wave of nausea swept through your body. All the pieces of the puzzle fitted together, the end result however was not a pretty picture. Taking in large gulps of air you manage to stay conscious without retching as you feel the anger boil through your veins momentarily blocking out the pain, your hands forming fists as you sit there, helpless, powerless and pitiful.

The sound of a car turning off its engine at the entrance of the warehouse momentarily distracts Gemma and her half sister the maintainer. Gemma\'s eyes narrow as they try and make out the vehicle, satisfied with what she saw she looked at her watch.
\"Ah... ever on time, that is the sign of a punctual man.\" Gemma murmured to herself, her gun withdrawn by her side in clear view. The maintainer stood next to her, wooden and emotionless watching the newcomer walk towards them.

\"Am I late? Sorry about that, I\'ve had a few people on my tail most of the day, an unnecessary inconvenience you must agree.\" Jim tang Vu said in an almost casual voice lighting himself up a cigarette, inhaling deeply.

\"On the contrary, your just on time perhaps even abit early by my calculations. Care for a drink?\" Gemma said, producing a bottle of champagne and three glasses.

\"And what exactly are we celebrating?\" Jim asked nonchalantly.

\"The demise of our enemies\" Gemma replied filling up the glasses, her eye glittering darkly in the bright light as she looked up at Jim handing him a glass.

Jim grinned taking up his glass.
\"I\'ll drink to that\" he replied raising up his glass to toast.
The maintainer appeared sullen and withdrawn throughout all this, but yod nod notice that she raised her glass to toast with the others if not half-heartedly.
Gemma swigged back her glass, emptying its contents in one gulp. Glancing down at her watch she saw that it was still early.

\"Lets kill some time, its still early yet.\" She exclaimed, turning her back to the group and walking towards a discarded blanket, spreading it out on the cold concrete floor.

Jim raised an eyebrow at the maintainer, she ignored him and walked towards Gemma. Shrugging his shoulders Jim wandered over to the spread blanket.
You watch from your chair; bound and helpless as the trio go on as if no one else were present in the room.

The maintainer sits down beside Gemma, her glass now empty. Smiling, Gemma lifted up her arms to embrace her half sister, bringing them up to wrap around her stiff body bringing her closer to her body. Jim crouched at the edge of the blanket inhaling deeply on his cigarette and exhaling. Watching. Waiting. Like a lion poise att attack his body-oozed power, waiting for the right opportunity in which to strike.
Gemma seemed oblivious to the fact that Jim was crouching on the edge of the blanket, either that or she never bothered making the effort to welcome him. Playing the part of the dominant alter ego she leaned forward, causing the maintainer to lean back until she was flat on her back. Gemma hovered over her, her mouth only inches apart from the maintainers, Gemma could taste her breath as it exhaled out her mouth. Gemma looked up into the maintainer\'s face into her eyes and soul. She was rewarded with a blank hollow look, as if her emotions were on stand by or just not there. Stroking her cheek Gemma crooned softly into her ear.

\"What\'s the matter baby? Are you ok? You look so... far away.\"

The maintainer looked back up at Gemma, her eyes going gy asy as if she were about to cry. Instead she forced a smile, hiding away her emotions from her possessive half sister. Now was not the time to be sad she thought to herself the thought almost causing her to choke back the tears. What is this feeling? The maintainer thought to herself, helplessness. She felt things with Rachael that she had only thought possible with Gemma. But how can you fall in love with the one person whom your half sister had sworn to be an enemy? What is this hollow feeling I feel inside myself? This helplessness. It is only a matter of time before Rachas des dead. Can I live with this knowledge without doing anything? But can I go against my lover and half sister Gemma? Without her I would not be half the person that I am today. Shaking her head to void her head from these thoughts the maintainer looked up at Gemma. Smiling again she managed to stammer an \'I\'m ok really\' reply.
Gemma smiled then, taking the maintainer into her arms, enveloping her in her embrace as their lips met. Their tongues desperately finding each other conflicted with their own emotions desperately seeking for solace A reprieve from this world. Jim watched from the edge like a stone statue, unmoving except for the occasional movement of inhaling his still lit cigarette.

Gemma and the maintainer continued to claw at each other oblivious of Jims presence nearby, their animalistic need evident in each others eyes as their tongues continued to duel endlessly, as they undressed each other in an urgent need. Jim sat there crouched, inhale- exhale. Tugging off Gemma\'s bra with a deft flick of the wrist the maintainer leant back; breathless and naked looking at her naked half sister laid down besides her. Gemma looked back up at her demurely her long eyelashes flickering to accentuate her large green eyes, vivid in contrast to her pale skin. The maintainer drank in her lover\'s body as if for thest tst time, appreciating her beautifully sculptured body she began to wonder is she could possibly want anything else. Gemma looked up at her and smiled, her eyes blinking slowly and lazily.

\"Come here\" She said bringing up her arms to her lover\'s shoulders, bringing her down towards her body. Her hand stroking the length of her back, lazily up and down. The maintainer came towards her without any resistance or inhibition. Their tongues met again, but this time with less urgency as they enjoyed savouring each other, their tongues exploring hidden areas only explored by lollipops and intrepid dentists. The maintainer\'s hand snaked up Gemma\'s thigh her lonngerngers stroking the supple flesh of her thigh as it worked its way higher and higher. Her other hand explored Gemma\'s breasts, her fingertips lightly brushing over the exposed nipple, encircling it in her palm as she lightly rubbed it. The intense stimulation caused by this making Gemma moan softly. Gemma responded by gently nibbling the maintainers exposed neck, her teeth gently nibbling whilst her tongue slid against her neck, tasting her fragrance and sweat. An intoxicating combination as she sucked harder; her tongue sliding across the milky white skin. The maintainer groaned softly, arching her neck towards Gemma as her hands continued to explore and stimulate, her hand coming across her shaven mound as she delicately parted the maintainers lips with her fingers, gently probing inwards with her index finger. Gemma was wet as the maintainer continued to probe in and out gently, coating her lips with her nectar as Gemma softly moaned for more, her moans firing up the maintainer. Gemma\'s hands also started exploring, her hand continued to lazily stroke up and down her spine whilst her other hand caressed her inner thigh stroking up and down. Gemma\'s stroking of the maintainers inner thigh sent shivers of pleasure up through her body, a thin trickle ran out from between her thighs and down over Gemma\'s caressing hand. Gemma looked down at the trickle which had pooled at the base of her fingertips and smiled. Looking up at Jim crouched on the corner of the blanket she brought the finger to her mouth, sucking on it whilst looking at him. Jim raised an eyebrow at Gemma\'s gesture and smiled, inhaling deeply he stubbed out the butt of the cigarette on the ground next to him as he exhaled the smoke slowly. It was time to play.