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Subject 101, Part Twelve

Reply to Shelly and Sherri

Posted to the Roswell Slash list October 11, 2000

TITLE: Subject 101
AUTHOR: Shelly and Sherri
RATING: R
EMAIL: qemeraldus@aol.com
DISCLAIMER: Roswell characters don't belong to us; any other characters do...
FEEDBACK: thrive on it, makes us write more...LOL
AUTHORS NOTE: This is an Alternate Universe story so we're basically making up our history as it goes along. ALSO this story will feature GRAPHIC m/m sex, with a few non-consensual scenes thrown in. If you don't like that kind of stuff, then please don't read it. Chapters that contain graphic sex will be rated NC17.



The ride back to the penthouse was a silent one.

Max had tucked himself into a far corner of the limo's back seat, striving to make himself as small and unnoticeable as possible, and--oddly enough--Domino had let him, taking out his cell phone and occupying himself with it. Max had phased out the sound of his voice, had tried to phase out everything, not wanting to think too much of what would happen once they got home.

The silence continued as they went up the elevator to the penthouse, until they were finally in the master bedroom. Max stepped into the room and turned to face Domino as the other man closed and locked the door. Didn't even see the blow coming, just felt the heavy blow on his cheek and a stinging pain, dropped to the floor with the force of it.

Lifting a trembling hand to burning cheek, Max felt the warm wetness of blood, from where one of Domino's rings had cut him, and despite himself he cringed when Domino stalked forward to lean over him. "Do you know what you've cost me?" asked Domino in a deceptively soft voice and raised his hand when Max gave a tiny shake of his head, as if he would strike him again, but curled fingers into a fist. The fear in amber eyes and the way the boy trembled before him mollified him enough to get a handle on his fury.

"I've lost my partner and a very lucrative deal that could have made me a lot of money." He took a step back from Max as he spoke, hands coming up to smooth down the lapels of his black silk suit coat, the small fussy motions serving to calm him a little more. Didn't care that Rebecca was in jail and would probably be going up for a few years at least, all that mattered to him was the inconvenience it cost him. Which brought him again to Max and that cop...

"You have anything to do with this?" he asked Max pleasantly, showing white teeth in a thin smile.

Max shook his head rapidly, still clasping hand to his cheek, and flinched back when Domino squatted down before him, arms draped over his knees. "You seemed pretty chummy with that cop, Maxie." he said huskily, reaching out to brush ebony hair off the boy's forehead, Max trembling under his touch.

"I didn't...didn't tell him anything. I swear!" Max winced as Domino's fingers raked back through his hair to clench hard, dragging his head back as he straightened. "He...he ran into me on the street. Never saw him before that, never, I don't know why he was there but I didn't have anything to do with it!"

Domino stared into pleading eyes and loosened his grip on Max's hair, giving the side of his head a light slap. "Up." Slowly Max got up to his feet and Domino grasped his arm in an iron grip, dragging him over to the entertainment center set into the wall. He picked up the remote control and turned on the TV/VCR combo, shoving Max in front of the 27 inch screen as he hit the play button. "You need to be punished." he said curtly.

Max blinked as the TV screen slowly cleared, showing him a close up of young Lisa, bound to a bed, wearing only bra and panties. She stared with huge frightened eyes into the camera, tears staining her cheeks, and then the camera zoomed out, to show Cyrus joining her on the bed, with knife in hand. Max started to look away but Domino grasped a handful of his hair, forcing him to look at the TV screen, to watch as Cyrus went to work with the knife, Lisa's screams fading to hoarse cries and then silence.

"That is what will happen every time you cause me trouble." hissed Domino, stabbing a finger at the screen as it paused on the image of the bloody, still form. "I will hunt down everyone on the streets that you care about and give them to Cyrus. Next time...Cyrus ain't gonna be so nice." He released his hold on Max's hair and shoved him towards the bathroom. "You get cleaned up. We got another party to attend and tonight you're *really* going to earn your keep."

Max stumbled to the bathroom and pulled the door closed behind him. His hands shook badly as he stripped off his clothes and climbed into the shower, turning the water up as hot as he could stand. And then he sank down to huddle on the floor of the shower with knees drawn up to his chest, the shower covering the sound of him weeping for Lisa.

* * *

Jack was out cruising the Square when the flashing lights of a patrol car glimpsed down an alley caught his eye. He went up a couple blocks to do a quick U-turn and then turned into the alley, getting his badge out to flash it at the officer that came up to the car, holding up a hand for him to stop.

"Detective Dixon." he said to the officer and the officer nodded, letting him go past him, around the patrol car and to where his partner was looking down on a figure covered with a blood-spotted white sheet. "What you got?" he asked.

The second of the two--Hispanic, thick dark hair and mustache streaked with gray--nodded to the sheet draped body. "Someone found her here, called it in. Wouldn't ID themselves of course."

"Mind if I take a look?" asked Jack, looking from one to the other of the two officers. The Hispanic officer--Rivera, from his name tag--gave a shrug and Jack knelt to draw up the sheet. And felt like he'd been kicked in the stomach when he looked down at the girl. Knew the girl, she'd been the one that had led him out of the old apartment building that Max's friends used as a squat. Lifted the sheet up higher and grimaced at seeing how cut up she was. Took a sick fucker to do this...

"Know her?" queried Rivera curiously.

"Not really..." admitted Jack, letting the sheet fall and straightening, a sudden weariness hitting him. No matter how many bodies he'd seen over the years, he'd never gotten used to it. Never could understand how someone could so cavalierly take the life of another human being... "Mind if I hang around till the lab boys get here?"

"Got no problem with that..." muttered the younger of the two, looking a little pale as he went back to the patrol car, leaving Jack and Rivera to watch the victim.

End of part 12

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