Someday Maybe

A/N: I liked this chapter a lot better than the one posted earlier today although I'm not sure how well this is going to go over on the audience even though I view it as necessary. Hopefully you don't all run away screaming but instead decide to stick around. Hopefully I'll be able to post at least one (if not two) chapters tomorrow as well.

Thank you again to my reviewer Lisa and everyone who took a look at this today.

Lisa: I'm still posing more questions right now but I'll start answering some of them (and giving you more to ponder over, of course) in the next chapter or two.



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His blond hair was bubble-gum pink today with wash-out dye and pulled up into two small pigtails. His eyes were masked with blue contacts and he was dressed in a get-up that he thought looked ridiculous. The school girl outfit looked all wrong. The patent leather shoes looked odd on his too-big feet. The pleated skirt hung strangely on his boyish hips and the blouse didn’t disguise his flat male chest. A few finishing touches to complete the look and that made up his outfit for the night. He’d also applied make-up earlier but that was hard to notice because all eyes were inexorably drawn to the bright blood streaked across his cheek and matting a few strands of his hair that he’d been trying to brush away when he’d streaked the blood there.

It mattered little to him how bizarre he thought he looked. What mattered was that it had worked. His target for the night had a fetish for pretty boys dressed up as young girls. Ty’s only qualm was that this assignment had come in November which meant shivering out in the cold waiting in line for admittance to the club until the older man had singled him out of the line to come inside with him. He knew it would happen, he was confident enough in the way he looked but he’d stood and shivered in the long line for half an hour and by the time the man showed up he was cold and genuinely miserable, he didn’t have to act the part or pretend to be vulnerable.

He smiled at the man when he asked if he wanted to go inside. “Of course.” The man was older but still in shape. His hair was still jet black but Ty knew he had a little help in that department, using dye to cover the places at his temples where it was starting to go white. He wasn’t totally unattractive but three nearly parallel lines of scaring marred his face from the corner of his left eye down to the left edge of his mouth, giving his look a permanently cruel air. He put a hand on the small of Ty’s back to guide him inside the club.

The man, who introduced himself only as Carson, had bought a round of drinks first and then allowed Ty to go dance for about an hour while he had a little “chat” as he called it, with some people he met there. A club was a strange place to hold petty arms negotiations but maybe not, maybe Ty was just a bad judge of such things. When he was done chatting he came and collected Ty. He didn’t dance though Ty hadn’t really expected that, but instead he dragged the young man back to his booth and bought him another drink. And then another.

By the time he’d had his second drink since he’d come off the dance floor he was giggling and all over Carson, sitting in his lap and consuming a third drink while making some attempt to keep the large hand that was resting casually on his thigh from sneaking up higher and not really succeeding. The older man kissed his neck and whispered in his ear to ask if he wanted to go someplace quieter. Ty eagerly agreed and stumbled and giggled some more as they made their way to one of the back rooms of the club.

They got a lot of amused or bored stares. No one was alarmed because this was a regular sight here, Carson taking some boy into the back. No one would be bothered if they didn’t emerge from the room for a long long time or if one of them left alone. No one would hear any screams over the music and even if they did who was to say they weren’t screams of pleasure? Besides, Ty knew he wouldn’t be the one screaming.

They entered the dingy bedroom and Carson locked it behind them. He turned and pushed Ty against the door and started to kiss him roughly and grope him hard enough to cause pain. Ty wasn’t having any of that. He put his hands against the man’s shoulders and shoved- hard. He might not have been strong enough to shove Carson away ordinarily but he did have an astounding amount of strength in his lean frame and the element of surprise on his side.

Because of the scars Ty would have thought it would be slightly hard for the black-haired man’s face to achieve a surprised look but he managed it as he seemed to realize several things all at once. His would-be bed partner was not only much less drunk than he’d imagined but much less drunk than he was as well as the facts that he was not only stronger than he looked but not interested.

Before Carson could retaliate Ty reached out into his mind and twisted something out of place, wrenching control of his body away from his conscious mind. The man swayed and crumpled to the ground, still alive and breathing. Ty stepped over to him cautiously and then delivered a vicious kick to his stomach. He wished he was wearing his boots to get a better effect but he’d have to settle for the stupid little-girl shoes.

“Rapist.” He accused in a soft voice. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to enjoy this personally.” He said with a smile. Usually he would dread this sort of duty. Information extraction they called it. Torture was an ugly word, he supposed, but that was how moral people would describe it. But aside from his sins in illegal gun smuggling this man had raped more boys than Ty cared to count. What he had done- what he had wanted to do to him- that was worse than the killing he instigated by selling guns to terrorists and the very idea made his blood boil. He just wanted to kick him and keep kicking until he died.

But that- was out of the question. He had a duty to perform. He stepped over to the bed and lifted the edge of the mattress. Hand cuffs and a large bowie knife, as though the drugs he’d put in his drink weren’t enough to control him. Of course they hadn’t been but if Ty had actually consumed them he knew the effects they would have had on his biology. He would have gotten hot and horny and pliable and lost his inhibitions. And that would have lasted long enough for Carson to get him back to the room and then he would have begun to feel drowsy and weak and wouldn’t have been able to protest.

He picked up both items and returned to the man lying on the floor. He shoved and wrestled the heavier man over onto his side and pulled his unresisting arms together and handcuffed them. Next he picked up the knife and cut away Carson’s clothing without a whole lot of care so that by the time he was done there were a number of slices in him. Next he needed a little more delicate solution for allowing Carson to be able to speak but not move.

He sighed and closed his eyes and touched the man’s wrist. Then he reached out into his mind once more. He didn’t look outwardly concerned or deeply concentrated as he focused on giving him enough motor control to speak but not enough control over his somatic nervous system to be able to move. He carefully allowed and denied connections in his brain until he was satisfied and retreated. He didn’t want to be inside that monster’s brain more than necessary.

“So, I have a few very simple questions for you.” Ty told him. Not that he didn’t already know the answers. That wasn’t the point. The point was to torture him and leave him here as a message to who he was working for. And he may as well give away as few of his talents as possible just in case something went horribly, horribly wrong.

“I want to know who you are working for. Names. Locations. Useful stuff like that.” He started off. “I also want to know who you sold to, who you were selling to. What was sold. What the groups planed to do with the weapons you supplied.” The answers immediately surfaced in the other’s mind as he spoke and they were so easy to read. It was like saying “Quick- don’t think about pink elephants!” Ty was demanding these answers and Carson naturally did not want to tell him but that didn’t stop the answers jumping to mind when he thought of them.

“Start talking.” He demanded. Carson seemed to still be attempting to command his limbs to move but continuing to fail. “Fuck you.” The man snarled and probably would have spit at him if he could have. “Oh good. I’m glad you didn’t feel like answering right away.” Ty smiled eerily and then cut off an inch of his cock. The man howled in pain and Ty just watched him. After a couple of minutes he lowered the knife again. “Still don’t feel like talking?” He asked playfully. “No? Good for me, then.” But this time he was being somewhat less playful. He cut off the rest of the man’s cock. It was quite messy as a fair number of blood vessels ran into that part of a man’s anatomy. At least Ty didn’t have to worry about keeping him alive.

While he was still screaming he cut off his balls as well. He waited until he quieted. “Your favorite part of your anatomy is gone now, unfortunately for you. I’m going to start breaking your fingers next.” He informed him. He was surprised at the man’s ability to remain quiet as he went about breaking the fingers of his left hand and then his right foot and by the time he started on his right hand the man had begun talking.

Ty quickly showed him that he didn’t care for what he was saying but the man kept babbling more and more desperately until he started to grow to weak to talk and eventually passed out. Ty continued breaking bones until the man was dead. It was well into the morning now, long after the club had closed. He stepped around the pool of blood and out of the room that was filled with the stench of death. He breathed deeply to try to clear his head of the smell. He cautiously left the club and walked to his car in the predawn darkness. His car was parked in the lot outback of the club so it didn’t take much to get there.

He had a brief giddy thought where he wondered if blood stains would void the deposit he’d put on the rental. But of course he wouldn’t get blood stains in the car. He opened the trunk and used wiped to clean most of the blood from his hands and arms before anything else. Then he methodically removed articles of clothing and replaced them with normal clothing. The bloody clothing went into a bag and back in the trunk. He cleaned himself up better with the wipes and removed the traces of blood from the keys and the outside of the trunk before shoving the whole mess of wipes in the bag with the bloody clothes.

He slammed the trunk, slammed his door and drove away. In less time than it would take for Carson’s body to be discovered all evidence would be destroyed. The clothes would be thoroughly incinerated in the furnace of a crematorium and the car would be detailed after he returned it because of the peanut butter he’d managed to get into the carpet.

Carson’s victims would finally have the peace of mind to know that their personal monster was dead after the news reported his mutilation. Ty felt very proud of himself for that, much more so than for anything else he’d done lately. Although, of course, he’d also killed an illegal arms dealer tonight and learned who his employers were and where the guns had gone and all kinds of useful stuff. Lately he’d stolen intelligence from a brilliant college student who was building better bomb designs for terrorists. He’d also killed another man who’d he’d initially thought was a relatively small fry but soon learned was embroiled in a much larger part of things than he’d imagined.

And that, well that was what he did. It wasn’t heroic work. It wasn’t... even much of anything. Mostly he didn’t even think about it. But today he was quite proud of himself for killing the rapist bastard Carson and that called for a celebration.



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