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Furtive Cloy	By : Murray Category: +S through Z > Storm Hawks Views: 3608 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Warinings: Violence, Slash male/male, Non consensual sex, abuse, blood, sexual relationships, angst(major), OOC, Dark Ace. (Three years future)

Furtive Cloy

I hate to show I'd bleed for this
I cut myself to shame
To get to know who this masochist
Who’s stolen my first name

~Blue October ‘Drilled a wire through my cheek’

He remembered the feeling of descent. Reaching out for something, anything.

There were faces that remained blank and featureless. One of them held the soft curves of a female and the others male. Before he could reach out for them they faded and he was left alone once again.

There were so many holes and blank passageways he didn't even know where to start. When he finally came across a door, which might uncover some of his secrets, it was locked.

Far away he thought he could hear faint voices. They were unrecognizable but stirred something deep inside of himself.

Then all was dark.

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“You must be feeling pretty full of yourself right about now Dark Ace,” the sneer on Ravess’s face was rather unbecoming on such a beautiful woman, the commander of the Talons thought.

“Come now Ravess, it was mere coincidence really.” The purple haired woman scoffed at the wayward comment. The commander had been all but strutting around the complex going on and on about how he single handedly (and finally) managed to catch the leader of those infuriating Storm Hawks.

“I don't see why you wont just kill the little bas-,” black spots danced in front of Ravess’s eyes. She should’ve caught herself before she made that comment. Reaching up and hooking her hands over Dark Ace’s wrists, Ravess forcefully tried to pry his hands from her throat. She did not dare look into his mad crimson orbs, knowing the anger she would find there. Instead she concentrated on trying to get essential oxygen back into her lungs.

“It’s a good thing no one is here to see your shame Ravess,” Dark Ace spit out her name like venom on his tongue. “Now, I don't want ‘anyone’ to touch or even ‘look’ at the Storm Hawk wrong, do you understand?” When he got no answer he tightened his grip, “well?”

The violinist gave a barley noticeable nod that seemed to appease the Dark Ace. None to gently he dropped her and watched as she slumped against the concrete wall, gasping for breath. ‘Atmos! How I hate this man!’

“Anything else commander?” The sneer was back on her face.

“Actually yes there is, the Storm Hawks are now more vulnerable then ever without their precious leader. Master Cyclonis, as well as myself, think it’s the perfect time for an attack. She’s made it very clear that they are to be capture alive, especially the female.” Why in the name of Atmos did Master Cyclonis want them alive? Wouldn't it be easier to just destroy them? What was their Master Cyclonis thinking?

“Very well then.” The gleam in his eyes grew dark.

“Oh, and Ravess? Take that useless brother of yours with you, I don't want him anywhere near my prize.” The crimson-eyed man turned and walked away, a seething Ravess burning holes into the back of his head.

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They had gotten a tip from a rather shady character, from a rather shady little bar, in a rather shady little town, on a very shady terra that there was a helix crystal thirty-eight degrees north and fifty-two miles away from Terra Nimbus. Normally the Storm Hawks would be rather opposed to being so close to a Cyclonian base, especially Stork, but Aerrow had said he had a good feeling about it. Said that he was positive the creepy old man was telling the truth.

Anxiously they made their way to the exact location. Thankful that they didn't show up on Cyclonian scanners, or get a nasty visit from Snipe. The area they showed up in was, to say the least, empty. Lots of clouds and clear blue sky as far as the eye could see. It was with no doubt beautiful. The setting sun was truly a sight to behold, but there was nothing there and they risked being seen by the enemy for it.

Aerrow, going against everyone’s wishes insisted that there was something there.

“Come on Aerrow! I don't see anything, they don't see anything, there isn’t anything there!”

“Aerrow think logically for a second here, we’ve been cruising through miles of bare sky for hours! What could possibly be out there but more sky?”

“Dude they’re right, something’s funny. I didn't like that old man, it’s just not right.”

“Mad cloud disease, you’re going to catch Mad. Cloud. Disease!”

“Grrrrr….”

However, the young leader of the Storm Hawks wouldn't take no for an answer.

“Don't worry guys, I just have a feeling. Give me one hour and if I come back empty handed we can get the heck outta here.” Of course Piper volunteered to go with Aerrow, but he quickly shut her down telling her he needed some alone time anyway. No one noticed the worried look between Junko and Finn.

The small group had noticed their leader had been acting rather out of sorts. He rarely slept or ate. He carried an exhausted air that was both mental and physical.

Flashback

The crystal expert found him in the kitchen. It was quarter to three in the morning and there he was, nursing a steaming cup of coffee. ‘Since when did Aerrow drink coffee?’

“How long has it been since you’ve slept Aerrow?”

The red head looked up at his closest friend, and for the first time Piper noticed the dark rings under his beautiful emerald eyes, they seemed duller then usual.

“It’s only been a couple of days Piper, it’s not a big deal.” She scoffed, only a couple of days? More like four or five.

“What’s wrong Aerrow? What’s bothering you to the point that you just can’t sleep?”

“It’s more like won’t actually…” with a tired sigh he laid his head down to rest his arms. He refused to close his eyes. Piper furrowed her eyebrows for a moment, and walked over to her friends’ slumped form. Gently running her hand through his soft red hair. She wished it wasn't just a gesture of friendship.

“Why don't you want to sleep Aerrow?” She could feel him shaking under his touch. Was he crying? Perhaps it was just cold? But she couldn't deny the fact that the Condor was rather warm, hot almost. In all her years of friendship with the Storm Hawk leader, she had never seen him cry. Aerrow was too strong, too brave, too well put together. He was also very kind and had a heart of gold. Sometimes she couldn't accept that Aerrow was really human. Rather fragile and even more so, mortal.

Slender arms wrapped around his shoulders as she whispered a gentle ‘shhh’ into his ear.

“It’s okay Aerrow, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” It was almost too soft, but she heard it.The small whispered sentence that came out of his mouth that night.

“I’m tired of seeing him, night after night…”

Piper tried asking him about the ‘him’ he was talking about, but he was reluctant to answer. It was never brought up again.

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He never came back. It had been four hours, and he was still out there. The sun had fully set, drowning the sky into an inky darkness.
Stork, with much desperation tried to reach Aerrow through his com-link, which mysteriously wasn’t working.

“What in the name of Atmos are we doing!” Piper’s voice rang throughout the Condor. “We should be out there looking for him not sitting here doing nothing!”

“But we can’t leave the Condor unguarded in Cyclonian territory, and what if he does come back and we’re not here?” Junko interrupted.

“Aerrow’s com hasn't been working for quite some time now.”

“He said he wanted some alone time,” Finn said as he menacingly ripped apart his Dark Ace drawings.

“Yeah but for four hours? That’s not something Aerrow would do, if he was going to be late he’d let us know.” Piper stared out the window hoping to see a glance of Aerrow’s skimmer, only to be let down by miles of inky black. A loud siren pierced the Condors wary air. The tracking system had picked up on enemy ships.

“Oh boy! You guys better come look at this!” The piolets voice was filled with fear as the crew came to gather around the consol. There were several unidentified ships headed their way, and without a doubt they had to be Cyclonians.

“Get us outta here Stork!”

“We can’t leave without Aerrow!”

“They’ve got TWO cruisers Piper, there’s no way we could fight against them! We’ll just have to trust that Aerrows’ okay.” There was no mistaking the sadness on the Merb’s face and the worry on everyone else’s, but Piper wouldn't take it, she wouldn't leave without Aerrow.

“No Stork we are not leaving without him!” Radarr gave a sharp nod in agreement.

“I’m sorry Piper, Radarr, Finn… Junko, please.” The Wallop understood and held back a screaming and tearful Piper as the Condor started up its engine and took off as fast it could go. Leaving an estranged Aerrow to fend for his self.

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It was fate. It had to be.

Here, in his own private quarters was the object of his desires. The only thing he’d wanted for over three years, ever since he had laid eyes on the red haired boy. He wasn't a boy anymore, no, he was turning out to be a rather beautiful young man. He might have his father’s eyes and hair, but his face and body were softer, more lithe, from his mother. It made him no less of a fighter, just faster and a lot more flexible.

Dark Ace was compelled to keep him here forever, a slave, to be used whenever and wherever he so deemed it. What fun it would be when the young man wakes, bound to his bed and completely at his mercy. Master Cyclonis questioned why he would rather keep him here then in a cell. It was simple. He didn't want anyone touching his new toy, and no one would dare to enter his quarters without permission. Secondly, as much as he wanted to make Aerrow suffer for everything he had put him through; he didn't want all that pretty skin to get dirty. Master Cyclonis didn't care as long as it made him happy, and it made the capture of the rest of the Storm Hawks that much easier.

It was fate. There was a bright white light, and a body falling from the sky. Into his arms no less! Dumbfounded to find it was Aerrow of all people. The one person he would want it to be, the ‘only’ person he’d want it to be.

The teen had held a strange glow for all of ten seconds. Unable to decipher what it could be, he would have to watch him closely. However his prize had yet to wake up. The resident doctor told him all of the boys vitals looked good. He was just recovering from severe exhaustion, and malnutrition. It wasn't hard to tell if the circles under his eyes, and the pallor of his skin had anything to say about it.

Was the leader of the Storm Hawks slipping? Was he finally beginning to realize just how much of burden he was carrying, fighting against Cyclonia with his small crew these past few years? Dark Ace could see it every time they fought, how his stance was off, his movements slow and sloppier then normal. He wouldn't have that, no, Aerrow would not fall. He would make sure of that.

Brushing soft red hair from the boys face, Dark Ace could only wait for those bright emerald eyes to open and one day been seen with more than just hatred. Oh, his day will come.

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