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Old 05-22-2007, 10:31 AM

The Doctor’s Take

By Kasana :D

Another scene inspired by Civil War from Marvel. Just hit me suddenly, all comments welcomed.

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He wanted a drink.

He knew it wasn’t right, of course. He knew it was the absolute last thing he needed. But it didn’t change anything. He still wanted a drink. Hell, he almost always wanted a drink. But lately, that feeling had intensified.

Tony Stark figured it was natural. After the mess of the War, Steve’s death and taking over SHIELD, the pressure was greater than he’d ever felt before. Even knowing that it was all for the best, that it was good for everyone…it still felt so intense that he longed for the release a good bottle of whiskey could bring.

But he knew he couldn’t put up with it. He had to keep on going. It was the only way to prove that this was for the best and honor the memory of those fallen. And at least he didn’t have to handle it alone.

“Reed, Hank, good to see you make it.” He extended a hand to shake first Hank Pym, then Reed Richards. Both men were out of their usual super-hero outfits, Hank in a white lab coat while Reed wore a nice tweed suit. They were both tired from the events of the last few months but smiled as the new director met them.

“Tony,” Hank said, glancing at his suit. “What, don’t want to wear those fancy SHIELD jumpsuits?”

“I tried once,” Tony said with a smile. “Honestly, no idea how you did all those spandex suits over the years.” He motioned down the long hallway. “Come on, we can talk in the lab.” As they began to walk, he looked to Reed. “Sue upset you decided to come back from your vacation so fast?”

“Well, actually, I’m hoping to be back before she notices,” Reed explained. “She was busy checking out some of the city on Titan so I thought it’d be best she just not know about this. She’s still a bit bothered by the way everything turned out.”

Hank sighed. “She’s not the only one. We’re doing our best at the Initiative camp, Tony, but I have to tell you…we’re still getting some heat for how it turned out with Steve.”

“I know,” Tony said. “But we knew it wasn’t going to be easy. At least you two don’t have to deal with Congressional oversight committees. I swear, I’d rather be taking on the Mandarin again than some of those guys.”

They came to a large door, Tony placing his hand onto a scanner at its surface. It flashed and the door unsealed with a hiss to let out a blast of cool air. “That’s why I think we need to get our Thor cyborg back online. I’ve had our techs going at it and I think we’ve solved the problems so------“

He, Hank and Reed stopped as the door sealed behind them. The lab was mostly intact save for the large chamber where “Clor” (as some of the SHIELD techs had nicknamed him) had been sealed away since Hercules smashed its head to pieces. Now, only a pile of shredded metal and pseudo-flesh remained on the floor, the rest in melted pieces all around.

“What the hell?” Hank started. “How…who could have…”

“Gentlemen,” a deep voice echoed in the room. “My apologies for not making an appointment.”

They turned to see a figure step forward. One metallic boot crushed a piece of advanced cybernetics under its heel. The green cape billowed behind him. The eyes behind that infamous metal mask were as cold and hidden as ever.

“Doom,” Tony hissed, his eyes narrowing and his fingers clutching tight as Hank and Reed immediately tensed.

“Don’t even bother summoning your security forces, Stark,” Doctor Victor Von Doom stated. “I can assure you, we are sealed quite tight and by the time they arrive, I shall be gone. Oh, and do not even bother attempting to use your new abilities to attack me. I have taken precautions.”

“What do you want, Victor?” Reed said, a hand on Tony’s shoulder as he tried to play peacemaker.

Doom crossed his arms, his eyes sweeping over the trio. “I merely wanted to see what the architects of the upcoming age of chaos looked like up close.”

Tony snorted. “Don’t even try to play this game, Doom. We know what we did was right. We’re making this country safer and the world for that matter.”

“Safe,” Doom repeated. “Conscripting super-humans to become a massive police force, regardless of how they might feel about the matter is making the world safe?” He shook his head. “I never thought I’d hear those beliefs from you, Stark.”

“I hear you have some new ways of thinking too, Doom,” Hank said. “Black Panther was telling us about your recent meeting where you went on about how inferior he was as a black man.”

Doom seemed confused before he nodded. “Ah, yes, that. Evidentially, that particular Doombot had a peculiar glitch in its programming. I had to destroy it afterward. But Panther did think it was truly me?” A smile filled under his mask. “The pheromone emitters worked then. I must remember that…”

“Victor, I’m extremely busy,” Stark said, doing his best to appear completely unimpressed. “Is there a point to this little meeting besides destroying SHIELD property?”

“I believed it was time I took a close look at what the United Kennel of America and its chief agents are doing,” Doom explained as he looked around the lab. “After all, you three affect much on the world stage and thus it becomes cause for Doom’s concern.”

“Oh, great, he’s going into the third person talk,” Hank muttered.

Reed kept his gaze on Doom. “Our actions aren’t a secret, Victor.”

“Not these, no,” Doom said. “But I do believe I know more of the secret moves you’ve made. Including ones I daresay even Dr. Pym is unaware of.”

As Hank frowned, Tony quickly spoke up. “What happened doesn’t matter.”

“Oh?” Doom asked. “I believe Bill Foster would argue that point.” Before any of them could respond, he went on. “From the start of this entire affair, you three have pushed your own ideas and your own plans without even bothering to talk to anyone outside yourselves. You put all your faith in predictions based on inconclusive data.”

“I did those calculations, Doom,” Reed said. “I know they’re right.”

A mocking light came to Doom’s eyes. “Richards…it behooves me to point out that if your vaunted calculations were always infallible, you and your brood would not have gained your powers in the first place.”

“And if your calculations were always right,” Reed fired back. “You wouldn’t wear that mask.”

Doom’s hand automatically rose to his face and he was visibly controlling his anger. “The past is past, Richards…and Doom shall still have his due for that. But what matters now is that you three are spearheading a drive to turn all superhumans in this country into government agents. And by doing so, you are setting the stage for possible disaster.”

“We’ve run the variables,” Reed argued. “We know the risks and this is the only way to stave off disaster.” Tony and Hank nodded in agreement.

Doom crossed his arms as he looked at the men. “Amazing. None of you see it. None of you truly even contemplate it at all, do you?”

“Contemplate what?” Reed said.

“That, in essence, you have become exactly what you long thought of me. Tyrants.”

All three were upset, Tony pointing at Doom. “We’re nothing like you, Victor.”

Doom considered that and nodded. “Yes…yes, you are right, Stark. Because I have honor. And you do not.”

“Listen, you son of a-----“

Doom held out a gauntlet and cut him off. “Using a War to make more millions for yourself? Deciding that those who do not conform the SHRA deserve imprisonment in the Negative Zone?” He turned to Reed. “I must admit, Richards, hearing you using the Negative Zone for a prison after all your long speeches on how this race has no right to infringe upon another realm struck me as hypocrisy of the highest order. Of course, you have company in that regard,” he said, glaring at Hank and Tony.

He turned first to Hank. “’Man of the Year.’ Doom is still attempting to understand what earned you that honor. A man whose most noteworthy achievements as a superhero were a series of mental breakdowns and beating your own wife, a move even Doom would not stoop to.”

“Oh, so you’d kill a woman but not beat one?” Hank snorted. “I just love your internal logic, Doom.”

“It makes more logic than what you all believe,” Doom snapped. “You cling to this idea that a War is inevitable and thus seek to begin one yourselves? You are now attempting to exert your will upon the people of this nation, using an army to do so and under the guise of being benevolent and for the good of all.” He crossed his arms. “If I am not mistaken, Richards, such are the charges you have long hurled at me.”

Reed looked down but Tony was not willing to budge. “You have no right or place to judge us, Doom.”

“I am Doom, Stark. That is all the right I need.” He waved at the debris at his feet. “And what right do you have to create a cyborg clone of one you once called friend just to give your side more strength? And then to send him back out after he killed Goliath?” Doom snorted. “I believe the definition of madness is doing the same thing over and over again, assuming it will have a different result.”

“Sounds like you and your feud with Reed,” Hank muttered.

Doom glared and raised his hand. A blast of sonic energy ripped out, smacking Hank off his feet and sending him sailing across the lab. Reed lashed out with a stretching fist but it bounced off Doom’s personal force field.

Doom remained calm as he looked to Tony, who was wishing like hell he had his armor close at hand. “I know of this secret cabal you and Richards began with the others long ago, Stark.” At their surprised looks, he nodded. “Oh, yes. I let it go one because I knew it would end in folly sooner or later. But I must admit, it amused me that you long battle myself and other self-professed dictators, yet see nothing wrong in assuming only your group has the right to make decisions for the rest of the world.”

“You could never understand, Doom,” Stark snapped. “You do what you do because you’re an egomaniac who lusts for power. We’re doing this to safeguard this country and the world.”

Doom stared at him before shaking his head. “I see you are not going to accept the truth. A pity.” He glanced toward Reed. “And you, Richards. You honestly believe your family can ever be the same after what you put them through? I thought you more intelligent than that. But then, when it comes to understanding people, your instincts have ever failed.”

Reed held his head up. “We made mistakes, yes. But they were small sacrifices and----“

“Like Banner?”

Tony and Reed both started in shock. “Yes, I know what you did,” Doom says. “While the idea of that green-skinned ignoramus brute off this planet is not unappealing to Doom, it is disturbing.”

“It had to be done,” Tony softly said. “He was out of control, causing deaths----“

He and Reed were both startled when Doom actually threw back his head and laughed loudly. “And you profess to be his friends? Please. I have met Banner myself. If that man believed he caused the deaths of innocents, he’d have taken his own life years ago.”

“SHIELD said…”

“And you believed them,” Doom responded. “You never wondered if maybe they didn’t want you to do what they couldn’t and deal with him yourselves.” At their glances to each other, he chuckled. “Ah, Richards, I can always count on you discovering new and more amazing ways to be shown as a fool.”

“Regardless of whether or not it’s true,” Reed said. “At least we tried to give him a place where he’d be happy------“

“And who is next?” Doom interrupted. “Who else will you determine to be a danger to this world and need to be dealt with? The Sentry? She-Hulk?” His eyes narrowed at Reed. “Or perhaps Ben Grimm?”

“I would never do that to Ben!” Reed snapped in a rare burst of anger. “He’s my friend!”

“And so was Banner. And yet, you are content with banishing him.” Doom shook his head. “Again, hypocrisy runs rampant.”

Tony crossed his arms. “Think what you want, Doom. But we’ll see who’s right in the end.”

“Who’s right?” Doom scoffed. “I had thought better than that of you, Stark. But I would point out that you have gone from another businessman to head of the most powerful spy organization on the planet and a billionaire idolized by your nation. So which of us is the power-grabber?”

Before Tony could reply, Doom waved a gauntlet at him. “Doom has come to say his piece, Stark. He has to come to warn you that your actions are causing much unrest among the international community, more than you suspect. For now, they are content letting you keep policing your own states and borders. But should you attempt to spread this ‘Initiative’ of yours beyond America…and you will see severe repercussions.”

“Such as?” Tony asked.

Doom smirked under his mask. “Really, Stark…do you truly believe yours is the only nation with plans to amass superhumans under a government banner? Others will not be as…courteous as you are in their treatment. Such anger creates powerful fighters, Stark. And someday they may show you that.”

He turned and started to walk toward the large doors. He stopped as his eyes focused on a circular object in a case by the wall. He stared at it for a long moment before lunging forward with a fist to smash the case. He reached in, plucked it out and hefted it into his hands.

“Put it down,” Stark hissed as he saw Captain America’s shield held in Doom’s gauntlets. “I mean it, Doom.”

Doom just stared at it, then up at Stark. “Put it down,” Stark repeated. “I’m not letting you take that to hang as a trophy or melt down or-----“

“You think that of Doom, Stark?” The man’s voice was softer now, almost as if hurt by Tony’s words. “I am taking this to give to someone who deserves it. Perhaps that Smithsonian of yours.”

Reed and Tony just stared as Doom pointed at the shield. “This…was the most cherished keepsake of a hero. A man who believed wholeheartedly in his convictions and fought for them without question. A man of honor. A man who had that most highest of honors which is the respect of Doom.” He shook his head. “He deserved better than to let this be kept by those who helped lead him to his death.”

As Tony bit his lip, Reed stepped forward. “Victor, we are attempting-----“


Doom held up a hand. “Spare me more of your hypocritical ramblings, Richards. Doom has said what he came to say. He has done what he meant to do. You will find all data about your pet cyborg has been erased and the DNA obliterated.”

Doom placed the shield under his arm and glared at the two men. “Two heroes who you both considered good friends and even icons…and yet I am the one who cares more for the honor of their memory. Think on that, both of you. And then tell yourselves you are still doing what is right.” He reached to his gauntlet and pressed down. A shimmering glow covered his body and then he vanished out of sight.

A groan came as Hank got to his feet rubbing his head. “What happened?”

Neither Tony nor Reed could answer. They simply stared at the lab as the words of Doom echoed in their minds.

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This turned out a bit longer than I had planned. Guess I had a lot to get out and Doom always manages to turn things a bit more grandiose. All comments welcomed.

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Old 05-24-2007, 02:58 AM

The moment he saw her, he knew he was in love. With hair as dark as night framing her beautiful porcelain face and eyes the color of the sea, he was lost. She was magnificent, his enchantress, and he knew he had to have her.

He and his crew of dastardly pirates made port in Antigua with no other thoughts than pillage and destruction. As soon as they were spotted walking up the streets, people scrambled back into their homes in terror. The sun was just setting beyond the horizon, and it was in this light that he saw her. Dressed in gold, parasol held high to block the sun, she was an angel. Amid the hustle and bustle to escape theplunderers’ path, she looked back, and their eyes connected.

Eyes like those he had never seen before, so calm and so alluring. They reminded him of the ocean and all its serenity, his first love. As he gazed into those dazzling eyes, something inside of him shifted, and he froze in place, completely besotted.

“Captain?” one of his crewman asked at his side, and his focus broke. He looked from the man beside him to the spot where the mysterious woman had stood, and to his horror, she had disappeared.

“Settle in,” he commanded, his voice filled with emotion. He received a strange look, and shot back harshly, “Go!” His crewman complied immediately, and he was left alone, wondering if he was dreaming and if the woman he had just seen had existed at all.


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It took him two days to find her, two excruciating days of separation. His men had dealt with the port’s militia, and for the time, the port was his to do what he pleased. He did not concern himself with his crew’s doings and focused all his energy on finding his love.

His love.

It must be love, he realized, though he had never known love before. He was obsessed with wanting to look on her flawless face one more time, with wanting to know what she would feel like in his arms, with what she would taste like if he kissed her. He wanted to possess her mind, body, and soul.

He wanted to marry her, and he would, no matter what the cost.

She was a lowly blacksmith’s daughter, with no real position in society. Her father was a widower who loved his drink and his cards more than his only child. When he had approached the little shop the first time, heart thumping loudly in his chest, he had felt nervousness like never before, and he found he disliked the feeling of vulnerability. Instead, he had pushed away all emotions as he had pushed open the door, and he conducted his meeting with her father with the same technique he used in his pirating: using the other’s weaknesses for his own gain.

The father was too far gone to be threatened, so he used another tactic. He offered money.

The way the father’s eyes lit up at the proffered currency made his heart swell in triumph. When he called out the girl’s name, summoning her to the room, his heart swelled again with some other foreign emotion.

Her name was Kasana.

She entered the room like a queen, he thought, commanding attention with her unimaginable beauty and pose. He would make her one, as she deserved no less, and they would sail the seas together. Whatever she wanted, she would have. Even if she wanted him to cut out his heart, he would do it just to please her.

What he did not expect was her disgust.

She feared him; he could see it in her eyes. They way she looked at him when her father told her the news of her upcoming wedding, it made his stomach turn like no other time.

Didn’t she see the sacrifices he was making for her? He, the most dangerous rogue sailing the seven seas! This was not his way, this bargaining! He came, he took what he pleased, and he disappeared.

Suddenly, he felt cold. This, he thought as he told her he would have a wedding dress delivered to her within the week, was no different.
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She did not cry as she dressed in her wedding finery. As she stared at her reflection in the mirror, she felt numb, unattached by the vision before her. This was not how she had envisioned it, marrying a man she hardly knew.

A pirate!

Like every other girl her age, she had dreamed of some grand event, marrying the man she loved. She was no fool; she knew at her station she would never marry a rich nobleman. Yet, she had hoped that the possibility of love would enter the equation.

Not like this.

She shuddered at the thought of him touching her, making her his with a kiss at the end of the ceremony. As she walked out of her father’s shop, her home, towards the shore where her betrothed awaited her, there was no quickness, no light in her steps.

It was as if she was heading towards a funeral. Perhaps she was.

When she saw him, she panicked. His dirt-worn face and dust colored hair moved slightly in the breeze. Her sharp mind went over all possible ways to escape, and when she looked into his eyes, a realization occurred to her.

“Before our marriage,” she said, attempting not to shudder as his hand touched her cheek, “I would like to pray. There is a chapel not far form the shoreline.” Upon seeing the doubt enter his eyes, she added in a low tone. “Please?”

He conceded, for he could deny her nothing it seemed. He accompanied her to the chapel doors, and when she insisted on going in alone, he held her back for a moment. “Be quick,” he said, and she disappeared into the church, doors closing behind her.

Once positive he had not followed her inside, she made her way out the backdoor of the chapel and up a steep hill towards the cliff. She froze before she reached the edge and looked back, tears now beginning to form.

They fell down her face in silence as she barely breathed. The bouquet of flowers in her hands fell to the dirt. This was not how her life was intended to be, she thought, as dark storm clouds steadily began to block out the late afternoon sun. She looked out over the edge, to what lay beyond the horizon, and doubt filled her mind for the first time.

She stepped away from the cliff and heard noise from far below her, calling her name over and over again. She looked back at what lay behind her, a life as the pirate king’s bride and the misery it would bring her, and then to what lay in front of her, over the cliff and beyond.

She had made her decision. She turned on her heel and ran, darkness and despair filling her heart.

She jumped.
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His crew rowed her body back to the shore hours later. As he rocked her body in his arms, he vowed that this would be his final show of weakness. She looked so at peace in his arms, still so breathtakingly beautiful, even in death, that his heart felt ready to burst with emotion. It occurred to him that this would be his only chance to ever hold her, the woman who had destroyed the last spark of humanity in Davy Jones.

He would never love again. He would never allow himself to feel for anyone, anything. All who came past him would quake at the sight of him, and he would show them no mercy. Even Death would fear him, and he would then become Death’s master.

He would cut out his heart and seal it away forever, letting her take it away with her, wherever she was now.

He thought he had known hate as a pirate, but he had been wrong. Love had taught him to hate, and now that was all that remained inside of him.

He was a monster. He was unforgiving and as changing as the sea as she had been.

He was forever, like the sea.

He was alone.

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Old 05-24-2007, 03:04 AM

Kasana just stared at Barbossa like he was nuts. Jack stood nearby.

“You guys are mad!” She yelled.

“Luv, if we weren’t, this would probably never work.” Jack told her. Elizabeth stood next to Kasana putting a death grip on her arm. Will stood just behind them. Tia Dalma stood beside him.

About a mile in front of the Pearl, The Flying Dutchman was heading toward them. In between the two ships, a large whirlpool was forming.
Barbossa laughed like it was the most normal thing in the world as he turned the wheel and they began to enter the whirlpool. The Dutchman was doing the same thing, making the two ships swirl around in the pool.
Rain began pouring down hard as both ships fired at each other. Kasana had peeled Elizabeth’s hand from her arm and placed it on Will’s. Now, she stood beside Jack, putting her own death grip around his neck. He put his arms around her.

“It’s alright luv.” He said, speaking into her jet-black hair.
Kasana looked up as the ships continued to fire at each other. No one would win. She was sure of that. Both of the ships would eventually be sucked below the waves. The Dutchman’s crew would probably live, considering they were fish. But the Black Pearl’s however, would drown.
“How did we get to this?” Kasana asked herself. Jack overheard her.

“Luv, don’t go blaming yourself. This isn’t your fault.” He said in her ear. The roar of the whirlpool was deafening now. Barbossa continued to laugh as both the Pearl and the Dutchman shot cannonballs at each other and as they drew nearer to the center of the whirlpool, where they would be sucked down.

Tears began to roll down Kasana’s face. She didn’t want to die. She didn’t want Jack to die. She didn’t want anybody but her own cursed father to die. Davy Jones.

Flashback

The woman who had given birth just a mere hour earlier closed her eyes and her head went limp. She had stumbled into the city the day before and a kind woman and her husband had taken her in, hiring a midwife.
They had no idea who the father was of the child, but the mother had told them the little girl’s name was to be Kasana. No last name to identify her or the father with either.

They raised the poor child as their own. Eventually they told her about what had happened the night she was born. This happened when she was thirteen. She said goodbye to her foster parents, thanking them for everything and boarded a ship.

Unfortunately, a storm hit two days into the ships voyage. It wrecked, leaving Kasana the only survivor. She floated on a piece of the destroyed ship, floating in and out of unconsciousness. The Flying Dutchman found her and brought her aboard the ship.

When Davy first saw her, he didn’t believe his eyes. She looked exactly like his lover, except for the eyes. Her eyes were an icy crystal blue, like his own. But the jet-black hair and the features of her face were the same. Then he realized that his was his daughter.

When she first met Jack, it was when her father had suddenly appeared on the Black Pearl to settle the debt with Jack. She had remained in the shadows while Davy had made the deal with Jack.

When the Flying Dutchman went underwater at Isle Cruces, she had abandoned ship and climbed aboard the Black Pearl. When the Kraken sank it, she and Jack went with it. Their relationship grew while they waited for their friends to rescue them.

Just a mere few days ago, Jack had asked Kasana to marry him. She had gladly accepted and he gave her an engagement ring that was a gold band with a single black pearl set onto it.

End Flashback

Jack hugged her tighter as they reached the center of the whirlpool. The ships continued to fire at each other, oblivious to the fact that they were about to sink to the murky depths. Kasana screamed as they ship went under, her mouth filled with salt water. They would have swum, but the current of the whirlpool was too strong and it pulled them down with the ship. A few seconds later, the Dutchman surfaced like Kasana had predicted. Davy Jones laughter rang throughout the ship, not realizing he had just killed his only daughter.

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Old 05-24-2007, 03:15 AM

Felicia - "A desert holiday, lets pack the drag away. You take the lunch and tea, I'll take the ecstasy. Fuck off you silly queer, I'm getting out of here. A desert holiday ...hip hip hip hip hooray!"


Adam hummed softly under his breath as he lay back on the blanket before the small fire. Smiling, he looked to the silent Tick. "He's wonderful, isn't he?"

Tick looked at the other man, "Yeah, definitely not what I expected."

"Too bad he's not going to have a mum for the duration of his stay." Adam looked into the fire.

"I may have a boyfriend when I get back." Tick looked harshly away.

"Oh dah-ling, I'm not saying you won't...I just...I think I understand why you don't date too much. I mean, with the wife and all...maybe you've gone all hetero on us..." Adam smirked.

"Hush, I don't want Benj to hear you talking like that." Tick grumbled.

"Relax, he's long gone to sleep. Besides, he understands that that's just the way I am. Unlike *some* people, I don't keep secrets." Adam lay onto his side and tucked his checked legs under him.

"So you're saying that I know absolutely everything there is to know about you?" Tick laughed, "If that's the case, you're a lot less interesting than I had hoped."

"Well Mitzi dear, I think deep down you know most of it. Some things just get pushed aside." Adam sat up again and picked at a few small pebbles.

"Really?" Tick smirked and pulled himself closer, "Care to elaborate?"

"I don't want to talk about it." Adam shrugged it off, "If you didn't get it the first time, then I'm not going to spell it out for you."

"Oh come on, don't be such a brat." Tick ran a hand over his own leg, then gently thumped Adam's chest. "Tell me one of your dirty little secrets."

"Ooh, only if you tell me one of yours." Adam perked up slightly.

"The way I see it, you owe me a couple..." Tick raised an eyebrow.

"Nope, can't use past secrets revealed. It starts right now."

"Well, then, you go first." Tick smiled and took a sip of gin.

"If you insist." Adam faced the challenge. "Once, Benj asked me a personal question."

"When was this?" Tick asked, slightly surprised.

"The night after we climbed Kings Canyon. Either way, he asked me if I would ever think of being *your* boyfriend."

"Really?" Tick blushed invisibly in the darkness, "What'd you tell the little tramp?"

"Well, I...uh...I said 'no' of course." Adam began to blush, his face growing very hot against the cool night air as the fire burned low. "So, what's your little secret?"

"Well, since we're on the subject of you and myself," Tick felt a lump welling up in his throat, "I...was going to ask you if you would ever be my boyfriend."

"Oh my..." Adam fell back, "Please tell me you're joking."

"I know, it's silly." Tick interrupted, "You're just so beautiful...and once I got over your attitude, I couldn't stop thinking about your charms. But someone as old as I am...and you're so young..."

"Oh, get off your pity trip love, of course I'll be your boyfriend." Adam's smile returned.

Tick let a wide grin slide across his lips, "Really?"

"No, I'm just fucking with you." Adam smirked.

"Silly bitch!" Tick laughed and pounced on the younger man, showering him with kisses.

"Well, I learned from the best." Adam giggled, his lipstick smudged across his face with Tick's. In a motion, he rolled Tick over and sat on the man's thighs.

Tick sighed as the smiling man hovered above him. "You know, I never expected you to say 'yes'."

"How could I not?" Adam let himself slide down to lay in Tick's arms. "You're just so damn cute."

"You flatter me." Tick smiled and turned toward the man, gently kissing his rouged cheek.

"It's just so easy..." Adam let his head rest on Tick's shoulder.

After a drawn out pause, Tick fidgeted nervously, "So I, uh, I suppose you want to have sex now?"

"Only if you want to." Adam responded quietly, shutting his eyes and settling comfortably into the strong arms.

"Well, I feel so old saying it...but I think we should just cuddle tonight." Tick paused and brushed a light touch over Adam's eyelids, "Is that all right?"

"Perfectly." Adam smiled again as Tick bent over to kiss his lips once more. "No more words Anthony Belrose, just hold me."

"As you wish Adam, as you wish." Tick traced the arm he could reach with his free hand, lavishing Adam's muscles. He had to admit, for a queen, Adam was very handsome.

From the bus windows, a mischievous little boy smiled happily and watched his new family hold each other as the fire's last embers burned out.

For once, life was almost in harmony.

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Old 05-24-2007, 03:16 AM

"Just one look and I can hear a bell ring,
One more look and I forget everything."
Tony watched Adam slink around the living room from the corner of his eye and shook his head slightly at the younger man. Two years after their trip across Australia Adam was still overtly obsessed with ABBA and Tony doubted there was any real end in sight. In two years Adam had definitely changed a lot, but that was one thing that he would never give up.

Even now, as he danced and mouthed the lyrics to the song, Tony could see the blatant differences; both physical and internal. For one thing, Adam hadn't called Tony anything but Tony for more than a year. The names Mitzi and Tick seemed to have left his vocabulary completely. He was thinner, his hair was longer and more blonde and he had apparently taken to dating anything that walked, be it man, woman or . . . well, Tony didn't want to think of the 'or'. At first he had refused to acknowledge how much it bothered him, but over the months Tony had to accept that he was jealous. Not just kind of jealous either. He was all out, full blown, 'I want to kill that woman/man for looking at you' jealous.

He sighed, blew a lock of hair off his forehead and went back to preparing dinner for the two of them. Tony would admit that he had changed as well, physically more than anything. He wasn't as thin he had been years ago and his hair was longer, but he had changed internally as well. For one thing, he had come to admit that Adam was more than just his best friend. He had hardly dated since their return with Benji, telling both his son and Adam that he needed the time to think and concentrate on raising Benji properly.

That was partly true, but it had also been due to the fact that he didn't want to date just anyone. He wanted to date Adam and that was common knowledge . . . to everyone but Adam, of course.

"When's dinner, Tony?" Adam whined from the living room.

"Stuff it and go back to your music," he called back, smiling slightly.

Adam danced into the kitchen and struck a pose near the table. "My music?" he asked, sliding into a chair a moment later.

Tony nodded. "You and your bloody ABBA."

Adam watched Tony for a long moment, then reached across the table and plucked an apple from the fruit dish. "Where's Benj?"

"With Harry," Tony replied, referring to the school friend of Benji's that lived two blocks away. "It's the kid's birthday."

"My birthday is soon," Adam murmured thoughtfully.

Tony rolled his eyes. "'Anyway, back to me', in other words, right?"

A grin crossed Adam's face. "You know me far too well, Tony. It's frightening." Another long silence filled the kitchen and Tony went back to chopping the vegetables on the cutting board.

"Is Benj sleeping there?" Adam asked suddenly.

Tony stopped chopping and turned. "Yes. Why?"

"Just curious," Adam said, taking another bite from the apple and hopping up from his chair. "I might have a date tonight."

"Since when is that new?" Tony asked, trying to keep the disdain from his voice. It wasn't enough that Adam flaunted his new found love for all creatures, but he quite often brought the dates home to meet Tony. It was annoying, insensitive and Tony hated it.

"I just thought you'd want to know," Adam replied, sounding hurt. He looked at Tony for a long moment, then walked back into the living room and turned up the music.

"Adam," Tony said, sighing. "I didn't mean it like that."

Adam ignored him and continued dancing around the living room, hips swaying to the beat. He could be absolutely stubborn when he wanted to and this appeared to be one of those times. When Tony appeared in the living room door, Adam turned his back on him and continued to dance. Not only could he be annoyingly stubborn, he also knew how to get to Tony without saying a word. An extra thrust thrown into the dance here and there and Tony was uncomfortable enough to ignore whatever fight they'd just had.

"Adam," he tried again, coming into the room and wringing his hands. "Adam, talk to me."

"About what?" Adam asked, turning.

"You're angry."

"I'm not fucking angry."

Tony sighed. "Yes, you are."

"I'm not. Why would I be angry because my best friend in the entire world thinks I'm a big fat slut?"

"I don't think you're fat," Tony said.

Adam mock glared at him.

"I don't think you're a slut either."

This time Adam flashed him a grin. "You do too. Don't lie, I know when you're lying."

"Fine, we're being honest, are we?" Tony asked.

Adam nodded and bounced to the beat of the music.

"I think you're trying to prove something," Tony said. "Two years ago you were gay, that doesn't just . . . change."

"How do you know?"

"Because I'm bloody well gay, darling," Tony snapped.

Adam grinned again. "Hit a sore spot, did I?"

"No," Tony replied through gritted teeth.

Adam laughed in a form that resembled something of a cackle. "I have too! You're jealous of all my dates, that's what it is."

Tony bit his lip hard. "I'm not jealous of them."

"Not of them . . . of me. You're jealous that I have all these dates and you don't get any."

Tony snorted, relieved that Adam hadn't decided it was the other way around. "I don't want to date, Adam. That's why I don't."

"Tony is celibate!" Adam chanted in a sing-song voice. "Tony is celibate!"
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Old 05-24-2007, 03:17 AM

Tony clenched his jaw and ground his teeth together in an attempt to keep himself from replying. As much as he loved him, Adam could really annoy him sometimes. He always had to make a joke out of everything, thought he could get away with anything. It was that attitude that got him into trouble so often and it was possibly the thing Tony loved most about him.

"I'm not celibate," he hissed.

"So, you're sleeping around then too, darling?" Adam asked, still grinning and hopping about to the music.

"I am not sleeping around."

"Then you're celibate," Adam insisted.

"I'm . . . waiting," Tony snapped, then turned back to the kitchen.

Adam followed him, still snickering. "Waiting for what? The perfect fucking man?"

"Waiting for you, you fuck," Tony muttered under his breath, then turned to face Adam. "I don't know what I'm waiting for. I guess I'm pretty stupid, aren't I?"

Adam shrugged. "I don't care if the sun don't shine, I get my lovin' in the evening time," he murmured under his breath. "When I'm with my baby."

Tony rolled his eyes. "I'm so happy you're listening to me."

"I am," Adam said. "I'm just . . . singing too. A song about being with one person . . . like the one you're waiting for I guess."

"Yes, well, thanks for nothing, Felicia."

Adam started. "You haven't called me Felicia in months."

Tony's lips tightened into a thin line. "You haven't called me anything but Tony for longer than that."

Adam shrugged and turned away. "It stopped feeling right."

Tony frowned. "Why?"

"Fuck, I don't know."

"You're supposed to be my best friend," Tony said, then turned back to the counter. "Things don't just stop feeling right between best friends."

Adam pursed his lips, then shrugged. "Sorry, Tick."

Tony closed his eyes against hearing his old nickname. It was obvious to him that something had happened between them, but he couldn't name what. All Tony had wanted was to take their friendship one step further, but it was pretty clear that Adam didn't share that desire. If Tony tried anything now or even mentioned it, he was more than certain he'd ruin whatever shred of friendship they did have left.

"What about different?" Adam asked softly.

"What?"

"Different . . . do things become different between best friends? Do they change?"

Tony shrugged, still facing the counter. "I guess so."

Silence came over them again, each lost in whatever memories he had chosen to drudge up at that moment. Adam could only focus on the time Tony had tried to teach him to dance and the only thing Tony could remember was their swim in the ocean with Bob and Bernadette. Things had changed, things had gotten so off track from where they'd been that Tony was sure it would never go back. They would never be the kind of friends they had been two years ago.

"Do you remember trying to teach me to waltz?" Adam asked.

Tony turned slightly to stare at his friend. He had never heard Adam be so serious for so long.

"Adam Whitely, are you joking?" he asked.

Adam rolled his eyes. "Do you remember?"

"Course I do."

"Well, that is what started all this," Adam said, gesturing vaguely.

"All what?" Tony asked.

"The confusion," Adam said bitterly.

"Confusion spawned the excessive dating?" Tony asked.

"Yes," Adam replied, as if it were the most obvious thing.

"I don't follow."

"Fuck it, just never mind."

"No," Tony pushed, still only half facing him. "I want to know what changed."

"That night made me . . . think about a lot of stuff. And something changed, I don't know what, darling, so don't ask." Adam sighed deeply and shrugged. "I did a lot of thinking from then until we got back to Sydney and I knew that it would never work."

"What wouldn't?"

Adam didn't answer, but sighed and said, "I'd never been in love before, darling, it frightened me."

Tony blinked, then turned around completely to face Adam. "In love?"

"Fuck, I shouldn't have said anything."

"In love with who?"

Adam rolled his eyes. "No turning back now. Who do you think, for God's sake?"

"I . . . I don't know," Tony stuttered.

Adam stared at Tony, then sighed. "I should get ready for my date."

"Adam, you don't get out of this that easily," Tony said, reaching out and catching the other man's wrist. "What the hell is going on?"

Adam turned, grabbing Tony's other hand in his and he stepped closer. Tony felt his breath catch in his throat and an unmistakably painful thudding in his chest. It hurt him to have Adam so close to him, physically invading his space and touching him, but Tony could do nothing more than hold his wrist and act surprised. Adam's hand tightened on his and he pulled even closer.

"Tony, you're blind," he said softly.

Tony cocked his head. "How do you figure I'm the one who's blind?"

"It's you," Adam replied, his grip on Tony's hand lessening slightly. "Don't you get it? It's you."

"What's me?" Tony asked, his mouth going dry as Adam's fingers tickled his palm.

Adam smirked. "You, Mitzi my darling, are so stupid."

Tony opened his mouth to reply defensively, but Adam's arm went around his waist and pulled him even closer. Adam gently brushed his lips over Tony's cheek, then smiled slightly when Tony didn't pull away.

"Is this . . . alright?" Adam asked.

Tony nodded dumbly, staring at Adam with wide eyes.

Instead of saying anything more, Adam leaned in again and let his mouth touch Tony's very softly. Tony let out a soft moan and his grip on Adam's wrist tightened. He had waited for this for so long, dreamed of the moment when Adam would finally realize how perfect they were together. Now it was happening, it was coming together with all the perfection that Tony had ever imagined.

Strong hands clutched his hips, pulling him tighter still against the other man's body and Tony let himself melt against Adam. His thin frame was pushed against the kitchen wall, Adam's hands groping for leverage as they fell deeper into the kiss. They parted moments later, both breathless from the kiss and Tony smiled, closing his eyes and leaning his head back against the wall.

"Talk?" Adam asked.

Tony nodded slightly. "Before there's more kissing we need to talk."

They made it three steps into the living room before Adam's mouth was on Tony's once again and they fell to the couch, kissing and groping blindly. Tony felt like a teenager, fumbling uncertainly with his first crush; his first kiss. Bliss followed the feeling of Adam's lips, sheer happiness with the touch of his hand against Tony's face.

"Talking," Tony gasped in a break of the kiss and Adam nodded.

"Right, talking."

Adam stared down at Tony, shifting his body weight so that his chest was pressing down on Tony's. Adam was biting his lip, chewing softly on the skin and Tony groaned again, burying his face in Adam's neck.

"Fuck talking," he whispered, grabbing the back of Adam's neck and pulling his head down in order to kiss him once more.

In the background, the music still played.

"Mamma mia, here I go again
My my, how could I resist ya?
Mamma mia, does it show again?
My my, just how much I missed ya?"

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Old 05-24-2007, 03:17 AM

When one is twisted and evil, one knows nothing except the howling darkness that calls to her; others may hear a howling moon but one always hears the howling darkness, calling to her, asking her to come closer. A puzzle, whether to go or stay; the darkness attaches itself to her, binding itself; twisting her heart until it is pure evil.

A young girl ran through the forest, dodging branches; rocks and trees. Two wolves chasing her, snapping at her feet; the young girl winced, falling to the ground; her clothes torn.

Soft sniggers came from the wolves, pinning her down. Inhaling her scent, their jaws opened, clamping down on her chest as the young girl screamed; her screams turned to howls, feeling her chest be torn apart by the wolves before they stepped off, allowing the moonlight to touch her chest. The pain was immense as tissue, muscles and bones twisted and turned, rearranging themselves into a wolf order. The young woman nearly passed out from the pain that ripped through her form. No other pain could compare to the transformation. It was excruciating and tiring. It hurt more then she could imagine, but to ignore and fight the change was worse.

Brown fur coated her body; two emerald eyes stared at the wolves that pinned her down. She struggled, slamming her paws into them; managing to get them off her, her breath was rasp; inhaling the scents around her, everything smelt different now; better then what she could smell as a human, the smells... they were intoxicating. The two male wolves grabbed her by the gut with their jaws, dragging her to a hole as they growled. The young female quickly climbed down the hole, stumbling as she lost her footing; becoming a bundle of claws and fur as she rolled down into the darkness, the moon shining down through the hole; hitting a crystal as the light splintered throughout the den.

The two wolves suddenly changed into two men, chuckling; they grabbed her, forcing her to transform back. One tore her shirt off, “Heh...look at her Garrick...she’s a scared little werewolf now isn’t she?” the man who had torn her shirt off spoke; Garrick turned to his comrade; putting a hand on his comrades chest to stop him from going further, “Dean, just leave her; we’ll take her back to the clan, see what Drake wants to do with her.” Garrick said sternly as he looked at the young woman; picking her up as he slung her over his shoulder, “Dean, come on...” Garrick said coldly; signalling Dean to get up out of the hole.


“Give me a hand with her.”
“Alright for heavens sake, give me her legs.”
“Alright, now lets just get her back to Drake…she might be his new girl.”

Dean cursed under his breath, giving the young woman to Drake was one of Garrick’s worst ideas. Dean would’ve marked her and taken her hands down but then Garrick had gone and gotten an idiotic idea of showing Drake. They headed back for the clan, not knowing what fate would await themselves and their now asleep companion.

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Old 05-24-2007, 03:20 AM

Within the novel ‘To Kill a Mockingbird’, there are many forms of prejudice; namely between the black and white residents of Maycomb within the novel. Racism is one of the many forms of prejudice that the characters are put through, Calpurnia and Scout’s relationship is one of wisdom and deference. Showing the cracks and holes in their relationship but also where they had built a bridge and fixed a gap. A proper lady, Scout is forced to become something she is not; sexism is slowly revealed as the novel progresses. Mrs Dubose is viewed as a cranky old woman when she is actually dying, trying to end her morphine addiction. Money becomes a large role in the novel, people pay for services with fruit; vegetables and their own service. Religion becomes an important threshold in the novel; Calpurnia teaches Scout and Jem more about her own religion as well as the pain that black men and women go through. Between Jem and Scout, their age difference does not matter much but as soon as Scout begins school; the difference becomes isolate, separating them through their beliefs; age and appearance. The Tom Robinson case becomes a factor in racial tolerance, the Ewells not tolerating Atticus defending a Negro.


Blacks and Whites, same blood, different skin colour.
Throughout the novel ‘To Kill a Mockingbird’, racism is a deeply explored subject.
When Atticus Finch sits outside Tom Robinson’s cell in Maycomb County Jail, Atticus defies all laws by guarding him throughout the night. “Don’t call that a blind spot. He’da killed you last night when we first went there”, (Lee, 1960, Pg 163). Jem, Scout and Dill go to the jail to visit Atticus, only to find him surrounded by a mob of townsfolk; Scout starts to talk to Walter Cunningham on the subject of Entailments, somehow making Walter and the rest of the mob leave. “That nigger yonder took advantage of me an’ if you fine fancy gentlemen don’t wanta do nothin’ bout it then you’re all yellow stinkin’ cowards, stinkin’ cowards, the lot of you.” (Lee, 1960, Pg 194). Throughout the trial, when it comes to Mayella Ewell testifying against Tom Robinson; her story starts to change. Change happens to a lot of the characters within the novel, including Scout Finch.

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Old 05-24-2007, 03:21 AM

When Scout is forced to become something she is not, it starts a chain reaction throughout the entire novel. Sexism becomes some what of a threat to most female characters within the novel, namely Mrs. Dubose and Scout Finch. “’A lady?’ Jem raised his head. His face was scarlet. ‘After all those things she said about you, a lady?’” (Lee, 1960, Pg 118), as Jem reads to Mrs. Dubose, she begins to reveal her own views on life and the townsfolk of Maycomb. Showing Jem that not all women are what people think. “Atticus, it’s all right to be soft hearted, you’re an easy man, but you have a daughter to think of. A daughter who’s growing up” (Lee, 1960, Pg 142), Aunt Alexandra starts to pressure Atticus into Scout becoming a ‘proper’ lady. Scout refuses, wanting to remain the way she is; at the start of the novel, Scout is a young girl whom acts like a boy.
As the novel progresses, Scout starts to reveal her more feminine side. Mrs Dubose tries to give up her morphine addiction before she dies and Scout tries to slowly give up acting like a boy. The outcomes were affected by their economic status, showing that even the poor or lowly can have stronger wills then those that are rich.



Economics becomes an issue in the novel, with the setting of the novel during the depression. Some townsfolk of Maycomb County are forced to pay for services with fruit, vegetables, even poultry and meat. “The Cunninghams never took anything they can’t pay back – no church baskets and no scrip stamps. They never took anything off anybody; they get along on what they have.”(Lee, 1960, Pg 26), that said; Scout explains to Miss Caroline that The Cunninghams are poor. Attempting to explain to Miss Caroline that they pay for services with what they have, “that Dr Reynolds works the same way? He charges some folks a bushel of potatoes for delivery of a baby.”(Lee, 1960, Pg 27). Atticus explains to Scout and Jem that while some people are rich; a lot of the folks in Maycomb are poor due to The Depression. The Depression happened as soon as World War One and the stock market crashed, sending money plummeting into the ground. Though the Cunninghams suffer greatly in the story, they continue to have a strong will. Calpurnia’s will is just as strong as theirs, wanting to share her own religion with Scout and Jem as she takes them to church one Sunday.
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Old 05-24-2007, 03:21 AM

Jesus, God and Religion. Scout and Jem learn all about it yet when Calpurnia takes them one Sunday morning to her own church, they realise how similar Black and White religion is. “Now you all quit that. You’re gonna go to First Purchase with smiles on your faces.”(Lee, 1960, Pg 124) Calpurnia takes Jem and Scout to the First Purchase African M.E Church, showing them that even without hymn books; they can still praise the lord. “We’re mighty glad to have you all here. Don’t pay no ‘tention to Lula, she’s contentious because Reverend Sykes threatened to church her.” (Lee, 1960, Pg 125). Even though Scout and Jem are of a different race to the black men and women in First Purchase, they still accept them with open arms. Calpurnia tries to teach Scout of the deference that the black society within Maycomb has. Revealing that some tolerate the racial differences between whites and blacks while some of the black men and women do not. Tolerance of age is another factor in the novel, mostly between Jem and Scout.

Age is something that separates all the characters in the book, there is much tolerance for it but as soon as Scout starts school; it all changes. When Scout starts school, Jem refuses to play with her in the playground; telling her to go play with children her own age. “We don’t write in the first grade, we print. You won’t learn to write until you’re in the third grade.” (Lee, 1960, Pg 24). When Jem reveals that Scout cannot write until the third grade, Scout becomes saddened. Scout becomes angry when Miss Caroline says that she cannot learn to read anymore, Miss Caroline tells her that her father Atticus must not teach her to read anymore. “You’re starting off on the wrong foot in every way, my dear. Hold out your hand.”(Lee, 1960, 27).
Miss Caroline looks down upon Scout, not because she is young but because she is smarter then her age group should be. Knowing how to read came with Scout, just as Scouts tolerance did for Atticus defending Tom Robinson.
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Old 05-24-2007, 03:22 AM

The Tom Robinson case becomes a threshold for Atticus, it was what kept him going and fighting for Tom Robinson. Atticus depends on winning the case, telling himself that he can do it. “Tricking lawyers like Atticus Finch took advantage of him all the time with their tricking ways.”(Lee, 1960, Pg 184). Bob Ewell testifies against Tom Robinson as he starts to break down Atticus’ guard, Atticus becomes more harsh as he questions Mayella Ewell; the supposed rape victim. “Don’t want him doin’ me like he done Papa, tryin’ to make him out left handed…” (Lee, 1960, Pg 185). Mayella starts to insult Atticus as he continues to defend his client; Atticus becomes stubborn; wanting to win the case. As the case progresses, Atticus’ view on the situation starts to change. Just as the readers view has surely changed after reading the novel, ‘To Kill a Mockingbird’.

Thus, there are many forms of prejudice in the novel; some hard to spot while others are easy to find. Mostly, the forms of prejudice in the novel are ones that are still around in the current time. The novel has become somewhat of an icon in the authors eyes, showing future generations what could still happen in the community. ‘To Kill a Mockingbird’ by Harper Lee is a novel full of Prejudice, prejudice that still exists everywhere. The characters suffer but that is what makes them seem real, showing their flaws and fears.

The Author has revealed the deference and Prejudice within the novel, drawing this to a close. Within the hearts of the characters, the truth lies there.
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