Chapter 2 --Mind Games
As he slowly came to in a darkened room, he was unable to suppress
a groan of pain/ the throbbing of his head almost eclipsed the pain in his
shoulder and ribs. Blinking as he tried to focus his vision, he looked around
the place. Bare walls, stained with dampness, were for the most part, the
main decor. A wooden door was located in the center of one wall. Shipping
crates piled on either side of it. About this time the door creaked open,
a flickering light slipped past the barrier that was the crates. With a
groan he turned his head, lifting a hand to shield his eyes.
“Well, It’s about time you woke up,” spoke a cheerful feminine
voice. “There’s a bet going on to whether or not you would ever wake up.
Looks like quite a few are gonna be pissed cause they lost.” The voice continued
to speak, getting closer.
Slowly lowering his hand, he squinted at the person. Who turned
out to be, indeed, as female as the voice suggested. He just stared at her,
blinking as his mind tried to organize itself.
“So, you gonna tell me your name? Or do I get to guess it?”
she said with a smile, sitting down on the edge of the cot. She let her
eyes roam over his body, which was only half hidden beneath a sheet.
He closed his eyes again as the pain continued to throb in his
skill. The first sound he made, besides the groan, came out as a horse croak.
“Woops, Here…. Sip slowly,” she said as she brought a bottle
to his lips, letting the liquid slowly trickle over the rim and onto his parched
lips.
The liquid was cool, tasting of a slight mineral tang. After
drinking a little over half the bottle, he pushed it away, wiping his fingers
across his mouth. He felt he could speak instead of croak now. “Where am I?”
was what he asked.
A moment of pause. “A safe place.”
He let that piece of information sin into his thoughts before
continuing. “What happened.. and who are you?”
“You saved my life,” she answered that part honestly. “I was
attacked by several men and you jumped into the altercation. But they had
a third guy hidden. He hit you over the head with a pipe.”
No wonder he had a killer headache still he thought to himself.
“Go on.”
“A friend found us and took care of the trio,” she said. “so,
am I going to be granted my knight in shinning armor’s name? Or is he going
to be a mystery still?” she said coyly as she ran a long nailed finger down
his chest.
He quickly grabbed her by the wrist, halting her progress. “I’m…”
he stopped, opening his eyes and frowning. “…my name.. it’s…” another pause,
followed by a deep breath. Finally a name came to him. “I’m Terry Davids….”
Yeah, that sounded right he thought to himself.
“Well Terry Davids.. I want to give you your reward,” she replied
in a low sultry voice, as she leaned over him. “Oh, you can call me Selly.”
Then she kissed him, it wasn’t a Chaste kiss either, as her hand continued
it’s path down his chest and under the sheets.
He forgot about stopping her hand. In fact he forgot about a
lot of things as his body reacted to what she was doing to him. It didn’t
take long before the kiss led to other things. All the while Terry had a small
nagging voice in the back of his mind telling him how wrong this was and
that he shouldn’t be doing what he was doing. But he didn’t listen to the
voice. He never had.
It was several hours later when Selly returned to the main room
of the house. She had a smirking, satisfied grin and a relaxed demeanor.
“So, You enjoy the guy?” Jen-Jen asked with a disgusted snort.
It didn’t help that she was loosing at the game of cards she was playing
with several others.
Selly’s grin just got bigger in reply. Not saying a word as
she flopped down onto the couch.
Several of the guys in the room started to hoot and holler before
they were silenced by a glare from Jen-Jen.
“He ain't too bad for a fellow on his death bed,” Selly commented.
“Oh, yeah. His name is Terry Davids, and don’t worry. He ain't going anywhere
soon. I gave him enough Go-Go juice to knock out someone three times his
size as well as spiking his water with a little Liquid Love.”
“Good Girl Selly” A dark and velvety voice said from the darkened
corner of the room.
Selly just preened under the praise.
“Now go clean up and get ready. We are going out tonight. An
important meeting, so you should look your best.”
“As you Wish Mr. Shade.” Selly said getting up and heading for
the door.
“Oh, And Selly.. Inform Little Nikki that she will be
accompanying us tonight.”
“Sure thing Mr. Shade.” Selly replied.
“Jen-Jen?”
“Sir?”
“Your Driving. Prepare the Black Bird.” Mr. Shade ordered.
Jen-Jen dropped her cards onto the table without a word and
exited via the same door as Selly.
“Gentlemen, you have places to be. I expect you to be there….very
soon.”
Everyone scattered as Mr. Shade’s words were spoken. They were
a well trained group. When Mr. Shade spoke, people jumped to do his bidding.
Or else they vanished.
Terry awoke some time later, but he was in less pain this time
around. He was also in a different room, one that was cleaner, drier and
better furnished. Instead of a cot, he was in a full sized bed. There was
also a Dresser and a Chester drawers. One wall was covered by a hanging tapestry
with Geometrical designs on it.
It also seemed that between falling asleep earlier and waking
now, he had been bathed, the bandages changed and dressed in simple silk
pajamas. A robe hung from the footboard post at the end of the bed.
“Ah, our guest awakes.” Said a dark, but rich and smooth voice
from a darkened corner of the room. A corner that somehow had been overlooked.
‘Please, forgive my intrusion. I wished to see for myself that you were,
indeed, resting and healing properly.”
“Who..?”
“Oh, do forgive me. I am Mr. Shade,” the mad said as he stood
up and walked over to Terry’s bedside. “As for where you are, you are in
one of the guest bedrooms here in my home. One of my..” a slight pause and
a smooth smile. “..Employees found you. It seems you had been, at some point,
attacked my someone. Whom ever it was must have absconded with all of your
money, cards and identification.” As Mr. Shade spoke, he moved about the
room.
Terry just watched the fellow move. What Mr. Shade said made
sense. He had the injuries to go with the story. “Guess I should thank you
for seeing to my health. Is there any way I could pay you back?”
“Hmm.. Well it seems one of my Employees has taken quite a liking
to you. Perhaps..” he crossed his arms over his chest and used one finger
to tap his lower lip in thought. “No, no that would be taking advantage
of you…” He shook his head turning away.
“Hey, I owe ya big time. And somehow I get the idea I wasn’t
working at the time.” Terry said as he sat up in the bed, wincing at the soreness
in his ribs and shoulders.
“No.. No, no, no… I couldn’t….” Mr. Shade began.
“I ain't got anything else ta do…” Terry insisted.
Selly, conveniently, came into the room carrying a try of soup
and crackers. “Oh! Mr. Shade. I didn’t realize you were here.”
“No need to worry my dear, I was leaving soon at any rate.”
“Mr. Shade? Will ya think about it?” Terry asked.
“But of course, but of course.”
“Thanks.”
“Oh no, It’s I that should be thanking you. Good day then.”
Mr. Shade said as he left.
The muttered replies were blocked out as the door closed on
the pair.
Over the next several weeks, Terry healed up with no problems.
He also asserted himself in the hierarchy of the group very fast and with
a ruthlessness that was surprising. Several of the others found out just
how good he was with a knife, though there was only one fatality. No one
else was injured beyond a few cuts.
Jen-Jen never disguised the fact she didn’t trust or like Terry.
There was something about him that raised her hackles.
Mr. Shade on the other had, knew perfectly well just who Terry
was. When he had told Terry that his ID had been stolen, he had lied. He
had used that information to search out Terry’s past. Though Mr. Shade did
not have access to records on Earth, he did have the recourses to fine someone
that could acquire the records for him.
As time progressed, Mr. Shade’s suspicions were confirmed when
the rumors that Lt. Quicksilver had gone missing after failing to return
from leave. All it took was a few hours at a computer and an old graphics
program. But instead of reveling this information, he kept it to himself.
What better way to arrange for the downfall of at least one Silverhawk then
to let that one have enough rope to hang himself with.
Mr. Shade kept meticulous records of what Terry did. From the
drug running and gang involvement to the drinking and drug use. In the end
of a single month, not only was there enough evidence to strip Quicksilver
of his rank and have him dishonorably discharged, but also enough to send
him to prison for a very long time. And there would be no way that either
Commander Stargazer or the Command back on earth to do a single thing about
it, including trying to claim it was an undercover operation.
“Welcome to my parlor said the Spider to the Fly.”
Part 3
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