Agents Universe

Before reading this, read:

AN OASIS OF VIOLENCE - SAVING KYLE PART 1
https://mars.chatfighters.com/story/50677

THE NIGHTMARE BEGINS - SAVING KYLE PART 2
https://mars.chatfighters.com/story/50780

THE VALLEY OF DESPAIR - SAVING KYLE PART 3
https://mars.chatfighters.com/story/50781

A BITTER PILL - SAVING KYLE PART 4
https://mars.chatfighters.com/story/50847

TO SAVE A HERO - SAVING KYLE PART 5
https://mars.chatfighters.com/story/50928

UNEXPECTED OUTCOMES - SAVING KYLE PART 6
https://mars.chatfighters.com/story/50929

AN UNLIKELY LOVE - SAVING KYLE PART 7
https://mars.chatfighters.com/story/50930

THE GATHERING STORM - SAVING KYLE PART 8
https://mars.chatfighters.com/story/50995

INTO THE FIRE - SAVING KYLE PART 9
https://mars.chatfighters.com/story/51074

THE POWER OF LOVE - SAVING KYLE PART 10
https://mars.chatfighters.com/story/51095

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12:26 Spy_Daniel_Allen: I grin wide as Jack finally submits and surrenders. Yeah, that’s it pretty boy. No need to drag this issue that long, right? I stop digging my knife into Jeff’s heart, and pull it out just a tiny bit. But my knife is still buried in Jeff’s skin. Ahh… You really thought you can beat us, really? Are we that dumb? Then I chuckle evilly as Derek offers another deal… Either be our toy, or watch Jeff die… FUCK… This guy is inside, I really love him. I grin, and take a deep breath, but before I can answer, I feel some movements under me. OH… Good morning Jeff, sorry you missed the fun parts, I lean towards his ear as he groans “Morning Jeff… You are a bit late, but don’t worry. An important decision is about to be made… Just… In… Time…’ after I finish my words, I grab Jeff by his hair, and forcefully pull him up, to my chest, so that both Jack and Derek can see our faces. Then I put the blade of my knife into Jeff’s throat, and start pressuring it very slowly, and tease Jack once more “The clock is ticking Jack… Choose very quickly… Derek made his offer…” I watch Jack’s expression with deep satisfaction… Come on Jack… It’s not that hard, really… All 4 of us know what you are going to say...

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: Derek’s grip tightens around my throat, making me feel like I’m breathing through a straw. Then, he proposes his new offer. What the fuck.. I feel myself starting to panic, bringing both hands up to grab Derek’s wrists in protest. “No.. no..” my breathing turns heavy and jagged,is he fucking serious!? Then I hear another voice, a voice long silent. A voice that usually brings me such comfort and joy, but now it just makes me fall apart. Tears form in my eyes as I hear Jeff stir and moan, thank fuck he’s alive but.. He could have woken up after all this was done. I don’t want him to hear this. Derek and Daniel have me exactly where they want me, like checkmate in a game of chess. I close my eyes for a few seconds as I prepare for what I have to do. “I fucking hate you..” I mutter through chokes, then pull Derek’s hands off me, lowering my knees to the ground. Fucking hell my entire body hurts. I kneel at Derek’s crotch, a place I know I’m soon to be very familiar with, and look up at him. Fuck, this is so humiliating.. Jeff please go back to sleep. I look up into Derek’s eyes, tears falling from my own, and beg. “Fuck.. plea--” I can’t do it, it’s humiliating. I shake my head in protest. “FUCK!” I roar in frustration, hitting my hand against Derek’s thigh and resting against him, tears falling like a river now. “I can’t! FUCK!”

12:26 AgentDerekSteel: I stare deep into Jack’s eyes as my man Daniel, fuck I’m really starting to fall for him, I will have to do something about that eventually, notices that Jeff has woken up and pulls him putting his blade to Jeff’s throat, as Jeff looks half dazed and out of it from his head wounds. What a lovely sight. I hope Jack gives me an excuse to kill that mother fucker, like I killed Trent. But Jeff is useful yet… for a while longer. I look back to Jack and see tears start to gather in the corners of his eyes. I dart forward, and lick one of them. Mmmmmm.. Salty. So salty. Delicious. Then, Jack mutters, “I fucking hate you.” My eyes narrow, as he drops to his knees in front of me. More tears fall from the little fuck’s face. And I love every one of them. Then, he tries, but can’t make himself do it. Coldly, I ask Daniel, “Hey Daniel my pal, do me a favor, will you? Make Jeff hurt. Make him scream like a bitch. Jack needs some … more encouragement.”

12:26 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: That bastard Daniel mocks me, then grabs me by my hair, pain lancing through my scalp on top of every other agony, and puts his blade against my throat. I groan in agony, unable to control my reaction. Hurts really bad. Then, I watch as Jack falls to his knees. I listen in sickened horror as Derek attempts to humiliate my boy, but then a strange pride seizes my heart when Jack resists. With every ounce of strength I have, I groan out, “Jack… that’s my boy… don’t give that bastard what he wants. I’m dead anyways. Fight him Jack… fight him to the end… I’m so proud of you.. I love you!! NEVER FORGET THAT! I’m sorry I failed you.”

12:26 Spy_Daniel_Allen: I shake my head in disapproval as I hear Jack’s struggle. He can’t say, huh? Oh he will… He will eventually… We have come this far. Then Derek orders me to hurt Jeff… Oh, gladly Derek, it would be my pleasure. Without second thoughts, I slice Jeff’s right calf deeply, oh yes… This should hurt you a lot Jeff. I am sure it would. I mumble “That’s for Jack…” Then I slice his left calf “That’s for Derek…” I chuckle as he squirms in pain in my grip. I slice his biceps as well “And that’s for you and me… What a wonderful bonding don’t you think?” then I look at Jack “If you don’t find this convincing enough, I have other ways to bond all of us together Jack… Listen to Derek… Your “new” master…”I pull Jeff’s hair lastly afterwards to make him scream for the last time, and press my bloody knife into his throat once more, looking directly at Jack with a brutal, sadistic, and commanding gaze.

12:26 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: Daniel, that bastard, listens like the tame lapdog he is to Derek’s sadistic directions. He slices my right calf deeply, sending a fiery lance of pain knifing through my leg. But I DON’T SCREAM. I won’t give him the pleasure. Then he cuts me again, on my left. AERGGHHHH.. I feel sick… so much pain slamming into my brain, then he cuts me again… both of my biceps… and the sharp, stabbing agony slams into my brain, and despite everything I can do, my control breaks down, and I scream in agony.. Apparently, every cut is dedicated to someone. Daniel is so sick in the head… But he has me screaming. And I scream again as he yanks back on my hair, nearly pulling it out by the roots. I feel so humiliated. I need to be strong for Jack… Have to lead by example… Can’t… give in to these bastards in the simplest way… I’m dead already… I know that, but Jack might live. He needs to live. God, I love him. I knew this was a possibility… it always is on any mission. But why now… why now… when I just … barely told him how much he means to me.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: I’m so fucking embarrassed, I refuse to beg like the little bitch he wants me to be. But then he tells Daniel to hurt Jeff and a fire restarts in my gut. “NO!” I squirm under Derek in protest, looking over at Daniel and Jeff. “Don’t fucking touch him!” Jeff is in so much pain, I can hear it in his voice. I don’t even know what they did to him in the fight, but his head is just one bloody mess. He inspires me, tells me to keep resisting.. But then he says he failed me? Tears drop to the floor as I shake my head. “You didn’t fail me, sir.. You could never.” I think about everything he’s done for me, nursing me, feeding me, holding me.. I owe him so much. I have to do this, for him. Nobody else. Then Daniel starts slicing him, a consequence of not giving in to Derek. “NOOOOOOO!” I yell, knowing that I’m the reason for this pain. “You fucking asshole, I’ll fucking kill you!” I start to move to Daniel, wanting to rip the skin from his fucking bones but Derek holds me back, keeping me kneeling in front of him.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: “I’M SORRY, SIR!” I roar, my screams blending in with Jeff’s as Daniel slices at him with the knife. He stops slicing, holding the knife at his throat once more. “Fucking sick piece of shit,” I cry, glaring at Daniel as I sob. Jeff is bleeding everywhere, and I’m so guilty of causing it this time. I can’t let them touch him again, I refuse. I lose all inhibitions, and I fucking give them exactly what they want. I look up at Derek, not breaking eye contact. “Pl-please.. Just.. take me, I’m yours. Please torture me, please beat the shit out of me, fucking make me choke on your dick every day. Just, please leave him alone. Derek,” I glare at him, my eyes filled with determination and sorrow. “Take me. I’m yours. Leave him alone, please..” I cry now, an ocean of tears. So fucking humiliating, but Jeff means more to me than anything else.

12:26 AgentDerekSteel: Jeff spills his heart out to Jack, I knew they were in love, and yeah, Jeff is smart. He knows he’s dead. But I respect him. He’s got balls, like Jack. That doesn’t mean I will cut him any slack, this is war. And these bastards are my enemy, to be used and abused. But I respect them. They know what they signed up for. They knew that this was a risk. And I mean to realize the risk. GRRRrrr I love my job. Then, I look over at Daniel with a wide grin on my face as he slices that fucking bastard Jeff Rogers like a cut of meat. Damn, Daniel, you keep on acting like this, and I’m gonna want to start fucking you right now. Masterful, the way he dedicates each slice. Mmmmm. Jack responds with more delicious salty tears then tries to fight free of my grip, but my hand on his throat holds him locked in place as he screams out in pointless frustration. Finally, all the threats are finished, the defiance is drained, and that sweet, sweet moment of defeat arrives. Jack looks me straight in the eye and does a very sincere and passionate request for me to treat him like the sack of shit he is. It actually moves me, just a little bit. I respect him, I really do.

12:26 AgentDerekSteel: But he is, after all, Trent’s fucking brat, and nothing more than my property. To be used and abused. I reach down and grab his hair again, and yank Jack up, and with a sadistic grin, I lick his tears as they flow down his face, first one cheek, then the other. Then I nod, looking him right in his eyes. “Your humble request has been accepted, boy. So, let’s get started right now, shall we? This day is your first day as my toy. I’ve already beat the shit out of you today, I’ve already tortured you today, but what haven’t I done? Oh yes… I haven’t made you choke on my dick yet, have I, BOY?” I grin into Jacks face. “Well, where shall we conduct said dick choking? AHhh…. I have the perfect spot.” Suddenly, I twist my hips, and with an explosion of my hard, hairy, mercenary muscle, I snap Jack to the side by my grip on his hair, tossing him like a sack of garbage to land full on top of Jeff’s cut and bleeding body. I stride over before Jack can try to move, and then, I reposition Jack so the back of his head is nestled right between Jeff’s firm, hairy pecs. Mmmmm… Nice. That way I can look into both Jack’s and Jeff’s eyes as I skull fuck his little prodigy. “Jeff’s hairy chest will make a nice rug, won’t it? And isn’t it so romantic, Jack, to make love on a nice, furry rug?”

12:26 AgentDerekSteel: I look over at Daniel, “Keep them under control, will you pal? This shouldn’t take long.” I grin, as I straddle Jack and Jeff’s stacked bodies, my knees on either side of their torsos. Jack and Jeff were quite a bit smaller than me, so there was plenty of room for me to straddle both of them. Then, I worked my thick piece of steel out of my combat trousers, and it was already hard as a rock, and leaking pre-cum. “Hungry, Jack? Oh, by the way, if you bite my cock as I’m fucking you, Daniel here will kill Jeff. And if you don’t swallow every drop of my seed… Well, you know the score. Jeff dies.” Then, I shove my hips forward, and thrust my cock deep down Jack’s pie hole with enormous satisfaction. FUCK… Feels good to be back here!!!

12:26 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: I groan out as I watch my boy break. My heart shatters… that monster Derek… I can’t help it… tears start to roll down my cheeks, dripping into my beard. I can’t watch this, it’s tearing me apart. Jack apologizes, then I can hear the sound of defeat in his voice as he brokenly agrees to Derek’s sick demands. I find the strength to speak to him, “It doesn’t matter.. You have nothing to apologize for my boy… I love you, no matter what… stay strong Jack...don’t forget your own worth, no matter what..” But Derek isn’t done, not by a long shot. He throws Jack on top of me…. NO NO NO NO NO… DON’T… I grunt in pain as Jack lands on top of my wounded body, my head spinning, then Derek is leering down at me, his thick, huge cock suddenly thrusting forward into Jack’s mouth… But strangely, through all the soul-searing agony… I am almost grateful to Derek… Because, I can feel my Jack against me again, for one last time. His head on my chest. I am close to him… I whisper, “Stay strong Jack… don’t let him make you forget your worth, or how much I love you.” This nightmare… goes on and on and on.

12:26 Spy_Daniel_Allen: Yes… Finally… We broke Trent’s son. That’s so fucking cool, and it feels so nice. So good… 30 million dollars that cost Derek… Now it’s time for revenge. And I can see Derek is claiming his reward gladly. I pull the knife away as Jack finally starts begging Derek. That’s it boy. No need to be annoying, right? It was that simple. Afterwards, I can’t help but chuckle as Derek tosses Jack on Jeff. FUCK… He can’t be serious, right? This is so fucking humiliating. I don’t fucking know how I would describe the agony Jeff and Jack are experiencing at the moment. Steel requests me to get them under control, so I bring Jeff’s wrists under my knees. He can’t do anything now. He can’t move his legs because of the weight on him, and he can’t move his arms anymore. He just can watch… That’s all he is allowed to do. And I start watching the scene with deep pleasure.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: It’s done, I’ve submitted to him. I almost breathe a sigh of relief, thinking this nightmare is truly over just for now. Then he starts talking about this being the first day, and then.. FUCK, NO! Not in front of Jeff, please. I squirm and shout in protest as Derek flings me across the room. I land with a heavy thud against Jeff’s bloodied body. Fuck, I’m sorry Jeff! I didn’t mean to hurt you.. My head rests against his chest as I cry. This is the last time I’ll be here with him. I ignore everything Derek says, I don’t give a shit about him. I’m here with Jeff. “I love you..” I mutter quietly, trying to enjoy this moment as much as I possibly can. “Don’t look for me, please, sir.. Just don’t..” I savour the moment, knowing in my heart that Derek will keep me so close, and so secret, that Jeff will never find me. I will never see him again. That thought fills me with a dark sadness, and tears continue to stream from my eyes. I feel so empty and defeated. Derek asks if I’m hungry and I don’t give a shit. He can do whatever he wants. And sure enough, he straddles us both and enters me, his cock bouncing against the back of my throat. I squirm and writhe as I choke on it, gripping Jeff’s arms. I feel him, he’s there with me. He won’t be the next time Derek does this. I gag and retch on Derek’s fucking meat as he continues to thrust in me. My hand desperately searches for Jeff’s, but I can’t, so I place them on his hips and grip. I just need to feel him in my hands. I grunt and groan as the rape goes on for fucking ever, barely catching my breath. “MMMMHHMMMMM!!” I moan.

12:26 AgentDerekSteel: Ahhh, isn’t this so sweet? I grin down into Jeff’s face as he whispers sweet nothings to Jack. These men really have fallen for each other. It’s very sweet. It’s just too bad that they chose the wrong side. I.E, the side that I’m paid good money to fuck up. I do love my work. And if Jack likes, he can consider this a gift. His last taste of Jeff before that bastard gets what is due to him. Jack asked me to leave Jeff alone, well I can manage that. Oh yes I can. Oh man, my balls are fucking churning… SO FUCKING HARD. Jack’s mouth is the perfect repository for my mercenary seed, excepting maybe Daniel’s mouth. Mmmmm I lean forward, and pull Daniel into me, I tilt my head, and lock my mouth onto his. Daniel is so fucking hot.. Jack is such a sweet cum dump… Oh fuck me. Yes. This is the fucking life. I kiss Daniel with intense passion, really falling for this hot fucker, then my balls clench, tighten, and with a roar of satisfaction, my seed spurts out, driven deep, deep down that fucking waste of space’s stupid, worthless throat. DAMN FUCK. Then, just as the last throes of my orgasm start to fade, as I tenderly break off my kiss with Daniel, Daniel’s radio starts to buzz.

12:26 Spy_Daniel_Allen: I slap Jeff a couple of times in order to force him to watch how his lover is sucking the cock of his biggest enemy. That’s really sad. But this is war, and they both know it. They both knew the risks. As Derek starts fucking Trent’s son with deep pleasure, I chuckle at the sight, and give his shoulder a gentle squeeze. Then suddenly, he pulls me closer to him, and starts kissing me with deep passion, and I kiss him back. Oh… This is beyond human imagination. Having sex while our enemies are under us? Now that's what I call heaven. I rub his back, and bite and explore his lips, mouth with lust until Derek releases his manhood into Jack’s throat. Yeah, that was so fucking humiliating. I grin as Derek breaks our kiss, and I tease him “Educating your student on the first day? Good trainer material you are Derek Steel…” I chuckle, and suddenly, my radio buzzles. I take it out quickly and ask “What is it Liam?”

12:26 Spy_Daniel_Allen: He replies back. “Sir… We can’t stop the fire… The flames are spreading everywhere… We evacuated everyone, but you, Derek Steel, Ivan Usov, and Kyle Byrne are still inside. You need to get out of the building as soon as possible… We can’t hold it much longer… You have approximately 10 minutes…” I nod, and meet Derek’s gaze, then answer “I’m on my way Liam… Prepare the vans quickly, we are getting the hell out of here… Our job is done…” Then I put the radio in its place ,and put a kiss on Derek’s cheek, and whispered into his ear “I will look for the Commando, you take care of your new toy, and his Canadian Daddy…”Afterwards, I get up on my feet, and slap Jeff’s cheek gently with my foot “See you never, I hope… Rogers…” then I get out of the room quickly… Time to find Ivan and Kyle…

12:26 AgentDerekSteel: I listen intently as Daniel answers the radio call, I stand up, and put my dick away. So, it seems I have to add one more thing to the list of ways that Jeff Rogers and Jack have fucked me up. This base cost millions to establish and fortify… and now, we’ve lost it all thanks to them. I reach down and grab Jack by the throat, as Daniel leaves the room. “Well Jack, you’ve really screwed Jeff now.” I throw Jack hard against the wall, letting out some of my rage at losing this base. “You see, I can only carry one of you with me. And it’s not going to be that Canadian piece of shit.” I drive my fist into Jack’s tender abs again as he bounces off the wall. “So, while Jeff is cooking to a crisp in the flames thanks to your little rescue mission, you have only yourselves to thank. I’m sure that will be a great comfort to you. Showing how in just one more way you are a total waste of space. An utter failure.” Then, I grab Jack off the wall, and wrap my bicep around his neck, my huge, hard, hairy bulging muscle digging into his throat, looking to put him to fucking sleep. And, as I hold him there, choking him out, I draw back my combat boot, and kick Jeff in the fucking head. I have some mercy. Dying in a fire is terribly painful. But if I’m not here to enjoy it, then well, it’s a waste. I might as well knock Jeff the fuck out so he can die in his sleep.

12:26 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: The nightmare continues… on and on… But… Jack is touching me… he is holding me… he grabs my arms as Derek does his business like the animal he is. His touch gives me strength, and I endure, moving my slashed, bleeding arms gently to let him know I’m with him. My chest rises and falls beneath his head as he rests it on me, synchronized with Derek’s thrusts in and out of my boy. Every thrust hurts worse than a knife to the heart, but I endure. I hold on. Finally, Derek finishes, and I overhear Daniel’s conversation and his final mocking parting to me. Derek gets up, puts his cock away, and hurts my boy some more. I wish I could kill you Steel.. But I can’t.. The most I can hope for is that someone else does for me. Derek pronounces my fate. But I face it stoically. I have failed my boy, and it’s all I deserve. I hope somehow, someway, Jack survives, Endures.. Remembers me. I catch Jack’s eyes as Derek’s bicep is wrapped like a python around his throat. I gasp, with what strength I have, “Love… you … boy…” Then, suddenly, Derek’s filthy boot smashes into my temple, and everything goes black.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: Derek unloads his vile, putrid seed inside me and I nearly choke and spit it out, but quickly remember I have to swallow every fucking drop. I barely have a chance to recover as Derek grabs me by the throat and throws me against the wall. Oh shit he’s pissed off, he’s really pissed off. His fist rams into my battered gut, causing me to grunt loudly and spew up more blood and vile. Fuck Derek, haven’t you done enough!? Then, his arm wraps around my throat and it occurs to me that Jeff will die in this fire. Derek’s arm pressed to my throat makes it hard to speak, but I fucking scream as loudly as I can. “THIS WASN’T THE DEAL! FUCKING HELP HIM, DEREK PLEASE! SIR, I’M SORRY!” and then Derek puts him out. “NOOOOOO!!!” I punch wildly at Derek, smashing him wherever my fist will land, then I start to weaken. Fuck.. no… tears stream. Jeff.. I never got to tell him how much I loved him.. I never even got to say it for the final time knowing he would die. I can’t fucking deal wth this, please Derek have some sort of mercy, at least bring him to the surface.. I watch as Jeff’s body lays lifelessly on the floor. Everything starts to go dark as I wheeze and struggle, my feet kicking and sliding across the floor. Jeff.. Jeff.. not Jeff.. no.. please, just.. no.. then everything goes black.

12:26 AgentDerekSteel: The boy screams bloody murder, goes wild and crazy as a rabid dog as he realizes that Jeff has to be left behind. He throws his fists wildly as I tighten my sleeper hold, his fists flailing but not able to hit me. Finally, he slows down, crying and thrashing like a beast. He really has a thing for this Canadian bastard, doesn’t he? He slows down more and more… then, finally he goes out. Fuck me. He’s got some fire in him, this one. I throw his limp body over my shoulder, and head out of the office, heading up to the front of the base, passing the guards who are valiantly keeping an escape passage clear, but I can tell as I pass the roaring flames off to one side of the big mess hall that it is a lost cause. And the armory… the armory is on the other side of the kitchen, it’s only a matter of time until there is a second explosion… more powerful even than the first. This whole base will fall in on itself like an anthill stomped by a boot. Time to hurry. Time to get the fuck out of dodge. I run up to the escape van, and dump my new toy in the back of one van, telling a guard, “Hogtie that boy, and keep him under guard. He’s my personal toy, so don’t get any ideas without asking permission first!”

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12:26 AgentJamesMason: I head down the corridor, with Kyle right behind me. It doesn’t take me long to retrace my steps. The base is deserted, but I can smell smoke faintly. I frown, that fire must be spreading. This isn’t good. I race down the hallway, pacing myself enough so that Kyle can keep up. I turn down the main corridor just outside of the office where Jack and Jeff were guarding. I open the door, and look at a scene out of hell. The office is strewn with broken furniture, splinters, and there are bullet holes in the wall. I look around frantically, four bodies on the floor, but no sign of Jack or… My heart turns into a ball of ice. There, on the floor, covered in cuts, his handsome face swollen and brutalized, his head leaking blood from multiple cuts to his scalp, a wicked stab wound right over his heart lay Jeff Rogers. I controlled my panic and fear, staying calm and professional, and knelt down beside Jeff. He was dead. Dead, and it was my fault. Then, I put my fingers to his neck, and nearly wept as I felt a pulse. I didn’t see Jack. Jack must have escaped, tried to find me to get my help. I turn to Kyle. “Kyle, can you watch the door, tell me if anyone comes. This man here is my friend, and he’s hurt. I have to carry him. I’m right here with you.” I bend down and gently lift the bleeding, unconcious Jeff Rogers, half stripped. I gasp, and stagger. Normally, his weight would be nothing. But I’m severely weakened right now. My half-healed wounds bleeding, my butt bleeding. I have to put him down again, breathing heavily… “Kyle.. my beautiful Kyle… I’m sorry to ask this of you, but I need your help to carry this man. His name is Jeff Rogers.”

12:26 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: I am following James, but my mind is with Ivan… He needed me, I needed him. I am sorry Ivan Usov. I couldn’t make you happy, I couldn’t make the guy who swore to protect me and my loved ones happy. But as I start sniffing the air, sensing the smoke, I turn my attention to here, right now, right here, on James. You need to help him Kyle. There is something wrong. Is there a fire? The building is burning down? I don’t know. But my eyes widen as I see Derek Steel’s office… Well, it was an office for sure, but I am not sure what it is at the moment. What happened here? Who did this? What is wrong? Is this also because of me? NO KYLE… Focus on the moment, live in the moment… Not… Right… Now… I need to stay with James right now. He rushed directly to one body that was wounded bad. He is sliced brutally, and his face is a mess. I can’t even see his face properly because of the blood. James wants me to look at the door, and I obey his order, but there is literally no one here. Everyone is gone… I turn around to see what James is doing, and he is trying to carry that big guy in his arms… NO… NOT THIS AGAIN… He is going to hurt himself, especially with that bullet in his butt. I can’t let him do all the work. He asks my assistance, but before his sentence is finished, I grab Jeff’s left arm, and wrap it around my shoulder, and lift him on his feet, putting his weight mostly on me. I may not be as muscular as Mason, but I am still strong. “Grab his other arm, and don’t put all the weight on yourself, I am right here… With you James…” Then as I start carrying Jeff, I ask a question that I am really scared to hear the answer “Who did this to him? And more importantly, Why?” Please… The answer is not me, right? RIGHT? Calm down Kyle… Not right now, I know I am really fucked up when this is all over, but not now at least.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: Suddenly, as if he read my mind, before I even finished speaking, Kyle is there, at my side, helping me with Jeff. I stand up, dizzy, hurting, fatigue and pain taking their toll on me. And we still have a two mile walk even after we escape this hellhole… And… where, where is Jack? I’ll have to go back to look for him, he must still be searching for me, trying to find me so I can help Jeff. I make my way back towards the stairway, the smell of smoke getting thicker all the time. Kyle asks me who did this to him, I answer helplessly, “I have no idea Kyle.” Kyle, even though he is not 100% himself, shows his strength, helping me carry the limp form of Jeff Rogers between us. I smile at him, and a burst of love explodes in my heart. Oh, my Kyle… he is back. Here with me. I look briefly into his eyes, seeming to gain strength and purpose from that small moment of intimacy, then I refocus, becoming once more the professional, focused soldier. I have a job to do. I have to get us out of here. I reach the stairway, and there is faithful Tim. I nod, and speak up, “We need to get to the top of these stairs, hurry. Tim, you can hold onto my other shoulder to help you up. It can’t be far.”

12:26 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: James does not answer my question directly as we go back to the stairway. Fuck… That’s because of me as well… Because of the destruction I brought. I am sorry… I am sorry… I am EVEN hurting the people I don’t know. I start crying softly again, but I am focused on the work. No… We need to get out of here first… Afterwards, I will handle this all. I am going to make it up… I am sorry Jeff… I am sorry for dragging you into this shithole as well. I feel so shit. Then I see my uncle, he is waiting for us with a gun in his hand. I look into his eyes as he says he can take care of himself to James, and starts moving upstairs quickly, he is staggering in a way, but fast. Yeah, I know my uncle. If he is determined, nothing can stop him. He is not a soldier, but he somehow manages to fight against the pain in his body. He calls to us “I can see the way out… Come on… We are almost there…” He coughs a little bit, but never stops, he continues to move. So do I. I keep carrying Jeff’s weight with my body. I am so fucked up… I am so fucked up… Can’t focus… Must focus… Come Kyle… Stay with Mason, don’t think about Ivan… Not now… Not right now.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: That Tim is one tough old man, he refuses my assistance, and scrambles up those stairs. Every step is painful, I’m so exhausted, but I force myself to go on, dig deep. Mason, you can do this. This is for Kyle. For Jeff. For Jack. For Tim. We reach the top of the stairs, and a door opens up into an old, disused farmhouse, into the kitchen. I make sure everyone is settled, then speak up, “I have to go back for Jack. He was the other man that came with us to help rescue you. He must still be searching for me. I won’t be long, Kyle, please, do what you can for Jeff.” I turn towards the door and back to the stairs when suddenly a massive explosion, bigger than the first one, rips through the night, we can all see out the window as a massive fountain of flame, dirt, stones, concrete sprays up into the air, chunks landing with loud thunks all around us. Then, as I stare in horror, the ground above the base sags, and sinks in, smaller clouds of dirt and air shooting up as the entire farmhouse rocks as though it were in an earthquake. The windows shatter all around us, and as I look down into the tunnel, a blast of dirty, smoky air whooshes out, and the sound of collapsing rocks fills our ears. I look in horror, and sink to my knees, starting to cry…. “JACK… JACKK!!! NOO JEFF I’m … I’m SO SORRY. ALL MY FAULT… ALL MY FAULT... “

12:26 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: We finally manage to get inside the farmhouse quickly. After James places all of us, he says he wants us to stay here. NO… I am not leaving James… Not again… Not making that same mistake. I was about to protest as he attempted to go inside, but suddenly, a huge explosion happened, and we all understood what that meant. If there were any other living beings inside, they were not breathing anymore. Then my heart literally shatters as James falls on his knees, and shouts a name… Jack? Another person who died… Because… Of me? I… I don’t want… Please… I… I don’t want anyone to suffer because of me… WHY? James is so shaken, so broken. I froze. James… I am so sorry… I AM SO SORRY… I continue to cry harshly, but before I can say anything, I feel a sudden shake on my arm, and Tim grunts “Kyle… Stay with me… Stay with your uncle… Take that huge guy out…” I… Need… To… Obey… Ivan’s words… I need to listen… My mind… My sanity… There aren't any… Then he shakes me harsher, and shouts “NOW! KYLE!” I need to obey… I need to… I stagger towards Jeff, and wrap his arm around me again, and start dragging him outside. Much slower since James is not with me, but interestingly, I can carry that huge guy by myself. Maybe because I don’t focus on anything now… I just feel so bad… I just feel bad for Jack, for Jeff, for James, for Ivan, for Xavier, for Tim… So much… So many people... I can’t carry all that weight…

12:26 Tim_Byrne: After Kyle starts dragging that guy outside, I kneel next to James, and put my hand on his shoulder, and give it a firm squeeze. I take a deep breath, and talk in a soft voice “Boy… I am not a soldier like you… I never experienced something like this, and my legs are shaking. My head is aching enormously… But... “ I get up on my feet once again, and force James to get on his feet as well with a harsh pull “I know how it feels to lose someone you love… I lost everyone… More than you probably… My parents, my sister, Kyle’s mother, his father… All my relatives and friends… I don’t have anyone… Just Kyle, and right now, I need you to save him…” I gulp, that’s not a conversation I usually have, not even with Kyle “Because if I lose him, there won’t be anyone in my life anymore… He is the only one I have… Please… I need you right now… Turn to me son… You are my only hope” then I pull James’s hand with the same harsh pull, and start following Kyle… Hell, how do we get the hell out of here? Please… I need James right now. My nephew can’t think, and he is my only option, my only solution.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I feel the crushing grief seize my heart. I’ve been in battles before, I’ve lost friends, fellow soldiers, fellow agents before. But this was different… it felt different. Jeff and Jack risked everything to help me. Jeff and Jack were so in love with each other, it was beautiful. It touched me deeply. They gave me hope when all my world was falling apart, and now because of me, Jack is dead. He was too young, he had so much talent, and he had one of the kindest hearts I’d ever seen in an agent. I remembered how much it shook him when he killed that guard back in Toledo. How much Jeff nurtured him, loved him so much.. And I… I .. How can I… Then, suddenly Tim is there, speaking to me, his words are sinking into my thick skull, working past my grief, and bringing me back to reality. I have responsibilities. Towards Jeff. Towards Tim. Towards Kyle. With an enormous effort, I push aside my grief, and stagger up to my feet as Tim pulls me up. I look at him, the tears ceasing. I nod, “Thank you Tim. You are right, of course. It’s time to go. I know the way. Let’s get out of here.”

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12:26 Spy_Daniel_Allen: After leaving Derek and the other so-called CSIS agents in the office, I reach my radio, trying to contact Usov this time “Ivan… Can you hear me? Ivan…” Where is he? Why is he not answering? Maybe Kyle has the radio “Kyle? Are you there? Where are you?” Hmm… What the hell… Nobody is responding… Hmm… Where can they be? We wasted so much time with Derek in the office actually. They should have left the building already actually, unless… Something else happened… Hmm… Is this about Mason? Or maybe Tom? No, it was Tim... Tim Byrne, Kyle’s uncle? Yeah, that sounds right. It may take time to get that old guy out of the building. Alright, I am heading to the holding cells, I still have some time. But I don’t stop using my radio while thinking about all of this, I need to reach Ivan “Ivan… Talk to me… Where the hell are you?” Preserve your calmness Daniel. But I am starting to get nervous, I need to find Ivan… IMMEDIATELY...

12:26 Commando_Ivan_Usov: It feels like I can’t stop crying. Everything in my world is now sorrow and grief… Dave… Kyle… One dead, one gone. But eventually, the tears began to stop, and I stood up uneasily. What was that smell? Smoke? The fire… the fire… But… It didn’t seem to matter much anymore. Let it burn. Let everything burn. My radio buzzed, but I ignored it. It didn’t matter. I wandered listlessly down the halls, unable to think, unable to care. Suddenly, as I turned a corner, there was Daniel, looking panicked, he nearly bumped into me. I look into his eyes, my face ravaged by grief, my gaze more the gaze of a dead man than a hardened warrior. But there was one ray of hope in all of this. My Kyle… he would be safe. Mason would see to that. I knew he would.

12:26 Spy_Daniel_Allen: I suddenly bump into Ivan, and my eyes widen in excitement all of a sudden. What? What is this face? Oh Ivan… What happened? Wait a minute? Where… Where is Kyle? He looks so sad, so down. Ivan? I quickly grab his arm, and start dragging him to the exit forcefully, but I ask him in a sincere tone “Ivan? What happened? We need to get out of here… Come with me…” Then I stop for a moment, and look into his eyes “Where… Is Kyle?” Is this because of Mason… I KNEW IT… THAT FUCKING IDIOT… Kyle was not brainwashed 100%, so it was obvious what happened. Fuckk… We need to get out of here. Quickly…

12:26 Commando_Ivan_Usov: Daniel grabs my arm, and he drags me with him. I follow, mechanically, like a robot. Unwilling to speak. I can’t talk right now. It hurts. Hurts too much. YOU FOOL IVAN. You played with fire, and you were burned. You fool. You utter fool. Dave… I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Although I have no tears left, I cry inside my soul. Tears of loss and shame. I follow Daniel past the mess hall, and suddenly, there is a shout from the guards. “The fire has breached the armory!!! RUN!!! RUN!!! NOW!!! EVERYONE RUN!!” I start running mechanically, following Daniel as the guards stream past with us, all of us bursting out of the underground exit, piling into the vans. The driver slams on the accelerator as we pile in, heading off. I turn to look behind me, just as an enormous explosion erupts from the earth, sending up a fountain of flame, stone, dirt, chunks of concrete in a massive fireball, followed by a shockwave of terrific force, and further sounds and sights as the entire base caves in on itself, leaving only the old farmhouse standing alone. I turn, feeling somehow gladdened by the terrific destruction, it feels somehow cleansing and pure.

12:26 Spy_Daniel_Allen: He doesn’t answer me. Fuck.. He looks terrible. Alright… It’s not time to ask questions, we need to reach the vans. I hear our guards shout… Yeah… We are almost there, come on Ivan. Stay with me. Stay with us. I am not leaving or letting you go no matter what happened. I can’t believe I’m thinking like that. You already rescued him once Daniel, he is the one who owes you. But I actually don’t care. I am not leaving him alone. Fuck… This mission screwed up my professionalism bigtime. But I give zero fuck. We get into the van once more with Ivan, just like 1 week ago, the interrogation day. Then a sudden big explosion… Fuckk… OUR BASE… Des Moines… I can’t believe it… In just 1 fucking week, Kyle, Mason, Jeff, and Jack cost us 2 Syndicate bases. I sigh deep and look at Ivan. He still looks so bad. Ignoring the Syndicate soldiers’ amazed gazes, I pull Ivan into a hug, and start caressing his head. He apparently needed that, and I don’t care…

12:26 Commando_Ivan_Usov: As the van rumbles off, and the sound of the explosion dies away, suddenly, Daniel pulls me into a hug. It was so unexpected, so shocking that it broke through my melancholy, and I began to cry softly, holding onto Daniel like a broken-hearted child. All I can say is “Kyle… Kyle… Dave.. Dave..” over and over and over until finally, I pass out into a deep sleep, emotionally and physically exhausted.

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12:26 AgentJamesMason: I push aside my pain, my grief, my regret. And fall into the zone. The calm centre of the storm. The middle of the eye of the hurricane. It was time to be the man that my loved ones needed me to be. To be their strength, their rock in the storm. To get us home. To get us all home. I guided us back through the woods, hiking two miles in the bitter cold, keeping us huddled for warmth and taking breaks. It was about two in the morning when I finally reached Jeff’s Land Rover. I laid Jeff out in the back, and took his pulse, but he was out cold, and wasn't waking up anytime soon. Someone had nearly smashed his head in with a blunt object. We needed to get to a hospital now. I knew I did. Jeff, hang in there. I put the Rover into gear, taking Jeff’s keys off his limp body. I drove off, back towards Des Moines. And suddenly, hope started to fill me. There was so much grief, so much sorrow, but also hope. Kyle was saved… He was with me again. The cost had been high. And in the end, it hadn’t been me who had saved him…. It had been Ivan. The very man who had captured him, had also saved him in the end. Ivan… was a brother to me, although he was my enemy. And I would do everything I could to honor his sacrifice. My god, this was so fucked up. So very fucked up.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: But what wasn’t fucked up about all of this… was being with Kyle. My amazing, beautiful Kyle. He had been through hell and back, and he would need so much care, so much love to recover from what had happened in the past week. And Tim, I could see why Kyle loved his uncle so much. Both of them with me. Suddenly, I turned to Kyle as we drove into Des Moines to find a hospital. “Come with me, Kyle… You and Tim both… come with me to London…”

12:26 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: I carry Jeff until we reach a land rover in the woods, then sit in the front passenger seat. But I am like a zombie, not in the physical world anymore… I lost everything… I lost Ivan, James’s trust.. I caused his beloved ones to be hurt and killed. I am a monster. I am a monster… I don’t want to live… I can’t live like this… It’s too much… James asks me a question, but I am not even sure what he said… I am not here… I am just crying… And I am about to explode… I want to explode… But I can’t, I pushed my limits too hard. My mind, my subconscious mind controls me. I don’t try to stop voices in my head. I am not fighting anymore. You can call me anything you want. I don’t care, because you are right. I just remain like a statue as James asks his question. Tears are flowing down my cheeks, I can’t fight against the voices in my head right now… Xavier’s yells, James’ injured photos, Ivan's crying, Tim’s wounded body, Jeff’s bloody face and a person named Jack who I never even saw, but died because of me… They are surrounding me… But I don’t fight anymore… I just watch them… Like the murderer I am...

12:26 Tim_Byrne: I follow James into the woods with complete trust. He was there for my Kyle and also his friends. That was enough for me to trust him completely. We finally reach a land rover that is hidden between trees, and we quickly get inside. This guy is strong, very strong. I can see why Kyle loved him so much. My Kyle actually was strong as well, but today… Today was different for some reason. I don’t know what they did to him, but it’s related to his psychology and it’s breaking him mentally. Oh my boy… I give James another gentle squeeze on his shoulder as he starts driving. “Thanks boy… Thanks for listening to me…” then I look at my Kyle as he asks us to move London with him. Oh yes… I was going to London before all of this… We can dream right now, right Kyle? But Kyle does not answer… He just stares outside… He just cries… What? Why? I turn to James, and ask “Do you know what happened to him James?”

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I trail off, not completing my sentence as I catch sight of Kyle. His face is blank, no expression, just tears flowing down his cheeks. My guts clench. Oh god. Mason, you are a total fucking idiot. Focus. Think. You’ve seen this before in other brainwashing victims. Kyle is shutting down. A surge of panic, fear, guilt, rage, shame sears me in my soul. I’m so tired all of a sudden, I’ve pushed so hard for so long, and my tank is empty. I’m on the verge of collapse myself, every one of my wounds is throbbing more and more strongly, and the emotional roller coaster I’ve been on, realizing how badly Ivan affected Kyle, learning how Kyle and Ivan had somehow fallen in love, and then, the straw that nearly broke my back, losing Jack. Oh god. But now, Kyle needed me. Kyle needed me more now than at any other time. The hell I’d been through was nothing compared to what my Kyle had endured. Tim squeezes my shoulder from the back seat, thanking me, his touch suddenly reminding me that this fight isn't over. I can’t rest. I can’t let go. Not yet. Kyle needs me. And here I was making inane comments about future plans when Kyle was falling into his damaged mind. The fight wasn’t over, but this fight couldn’t be fought with knives or guns or my fists and feet. This fight could only be fought with love. Tim notices that something is badly wrong with Kyle as well, and asks me what happened.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: Suddenly, I pull off to the side of the road. I unbuckle, and turn back to face Tim. “Tim, you have to drive. Follow the satnav to the MercyOne Hospital. Kyle needs me. In the last week, he’s been subjected to torture and severe brainwashing. We have to keep him here, with us. He can’t fall into his mind, he can’t lose his sanity not now. Not now.” I stagger out of the car, stumbling, making my way quickly around the hood of the Land Rover to the passenger side. I open the door, unbuckle Kyle, and scoop him up in my arms. I’m so tired, in so much agony I nearly stumble, but then, suddenly I find the calm centre of the storm again. My loved ones, my friends needed me. I would be the rock in the storm, I would see them safely home. No matter what it took or how much it hurt. I opened the back door, fumbling with the handle then, squeezed my thick, hard-muscled body into the back seat, gasping as the pain knifed through me from my various wounds, “Drive Tim, I’ve got Kyle'' I pulled the door shut, and lay down on the back seat, and held Kyle in my arms, as his tears mixed with my blood soaked shirt, I cradled his head against mine, and wrapped as much of my body around him as I could. I kissed his ears, his cheek, and started another battle. My weapons were kindness, love, compassion, and determination. I whispered in Kyle’s ears over and over again, “Kyle, it’s James. I love you. You are strong. You are safe. You are surrounded by your loved ones. I have you. I love you Kyle, so much, please come back to us.. Please come back.. You are strong, so strong. You saved my life Kyle, you saved your uncle’s life. You are strong in yourself. Please come back, I’ve got you. I love you. Tim loves you. Ivan loves you. Stay with me Kyle. I’ve got you. You are safe, you are strong in yourself.” Gently, lovingly, I held Kyle in my strong arms, whispering over and over into his ear, kissing him gently, trying to reach him, trying to keep him from losing his sanity as Tim drove through the cold winter night towards the hospital.

12:26 Tim_Byrne: I groan hard as I hear what happened to my Kyle. Bra… Brainwashing? But… Why? Who can do that? What did they want from my nephew? What did he do? My head… With this news, my head started to spin around. Ugh… I… I am losing my only family. He is fading away in front of my eyes, and I can’t do anything. FUCK… But suddenly, James wants me to drive? I can boy… I can if you bring him back. I would do anything. I quickly nod at James as he pulls off to the side, and we exchange seats. And I start driving. MercyOne Hospital… MercyOne Hospital… I am going to make it. I am going to make it. My heart is beating like crazy. But I trust James. We have come this far… We are going to make it… Stay with us Kyle… Stay with James… Stay with me…

12:26 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: Murderer Kyle… Traitor Kyle… Killer Kyle… What did you do, huh? WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO? You left Ivan behind. You can’t even keep your promises. You leave everyone behind. You are weak… You are pathetic… You are not worthy of any love, any compassion… It won’t matter how much you apologize. Will your grief bring the dead back Kyle? Can you reverse the time Kyle? What would you do if you reversed time Kyle? I am so scared to answer, and answer these questions. But I don’t fight anymore. They are right… They are fucking and fucking right. They are all saying the right things. I feel some arms cradle me, carry me to somewhere else, and lie down with me, but I still don’t let me go. Then he starts kissing me gently, whispering something in my ear, and after 1 week, the word “strong” is attributed to me. He wants me to come back. I suddenly turn my gaze to the voice’s source. James… It’s James… He is the one talking with me. I...I look into his eyes. I want to touch him, but I don’t have any right. I want to kiss him, but I don’t have any right. You don’t deserve his love Kyle. You don’t deserve Ivan’s love either. Look what you did to them… Look at both your lovers… Look at James’s body. He is in so much pain, look at his body. That’s your fault, Kyle. You did this to him. Your decisions did this to him. I don’t wanna be here. Please… I whisper back James “James… Don’t… Don’t give me a reason to live… Don’t you see? Can’t you see what I am doing… What I am doing… I am not saving anyone’s life. I am destroying them…” I cry harder… No… I am coming back to the world… I don’t want to… I don’t want to see the products of my destruction… Please James, let me fucking go. “I asked Ivan to kill me, and he didn’t… Look what I did to him… Now I'm going to do the same thing to you… Then him again… Then you again… I am going to destroy my beloved ones in the process… Xavier… You know what I have done to him?” I grit my teeth, and shout… NOO… I don’t want to be here… Take me back… TAKE ME FUCKING BACK… “I KILLED HIM JAMES… I KILLED MY OWN FUCKING BEST FRIEND… I JUST NEEDED TO STAY AWAKE, BUT I DIDN’T…”

12:26 AgentJamesMason: Slowly, my words seem to be reaching Kyle, and he seems to see me, and our eyes meet. What I see in his eyes is heartbreaking. It is a man on the precipice of madness. It strikes a sickening fear into the very depths of my heart and soul. But I am a fighter, a soldier, a warrior. I do not retreat. I do not quit. Never. I listen to him, enfolding him, holding him tightly as he asks me to let him go back into his mind, to retreat from reality, telling me about what happened to Xavier. I don’t understand entirely, but I can get the full story at some future date. Right now Kyle wants to tear himself apart, he believes he deserves this, that he has earned this. That in some way, everything that has happened is his fault. That is his conditioning, his brainwashing. There is no logic that can combat this. It’s not a rational feeling he is experiencing, and it won’t respond to a rational argument. I don’t even try. Instead, I have to gently guide his mind to other memories, to other experiences. As Tim drives on grimly, I whisper gently into Kyle’s ear again, “Remember Kyle, when we first met, in your office. Do you remember what it felt like when we first saw each other…”

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12:26 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: "Welcome Agent James Mason... I am Inspector Kyle Byrne, it's a pleasure to meet you. Sorry for keeping you wait..." But my eyes widen in amazement as they touch your face. You were so handsome. You were not that young, I definitely can read that experience from your manly features. But this was not preventing you from being hot as hell for sure. Realizing that my mouth opened unwillingly in astonishment, I quickly shake my head and chuckle randomly to distract you. Hoping you don't realize my stupidly expressed admiration. But you definitely seem like the type to notice that. I try to continue with a much more excited tone. "I'm glad you are here..."

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I look up as the door opens, and get my first sight of Inspector Kyle Byrne. Immediately, as you begin to check me out from top to bottom, I'm drawn first to your face, you are far more handsome in person than a photograph can convey. Two things that catch my eye, first, your smile, warm and sincere, lighting up the room. Then, your eyes, sparkling and bright.

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12:26 AgentJamesMason: “Do you remember Kyle, when I pulled you into my arms, that day in the hospital, the first time we kissed….”

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12:26 AgentJamesMason: Then, I can't hold back, can't contain it. My left hand gently pushes up under your chin, tilting your face towards me. My eyes are shining, and there is a gentle smile on my face. I look deep into your face, struck to the heart again by how incredibly handsome you are. Then, I tilt my head, open my mouth and guide your head down towards mine, to kiss you deeply, passionately, ignoring the small throb of pain from the bruise on my jaw, my scruffy beard scratching your handsome face as I lose myself in that incredible kiss.

12:26 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: And there I am again, losing myself in your shining eyes, smiling at me. My heart beats faster, and I shiver again, yeah, I want to do the same thing with you, but you act faster. And our lips meet each other, pulling each other a little bit closer. I want to express all my emotions with my gestures and kiss.

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12:26 AgentJamesMason: “And do you remember Kyle, how it felt that first time we made love….”

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12:26 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: "Don't cry... Life is too short to let go of each other... And... Believe me, we are going to experience so many things together... This... This is just a beginning, a beginning of our journey." And I open my eyes slowly, my eyes filled with tears as well, but I am smiling towards you, sincerely now with tired eyes, but still, this may be the happiest moment in my entire life.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: "Oh yes, we are just getting started Kyle, you and me. This is just the beginning. And these are not tears of sorrow, but tears of joy." My hand reaches out to touch your own tear filled eyes. My own warm, tender smile matches yours, and like you I am tired, but happy, so very happy. Moments like these are a rare and precious gift.

12:26 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: You join me in joy, and wipe the tears that are about to run down from my eyes. I'm in your arms, and you are in mine. My hands are on your back still, and we are hugging each other. Then your eyes slowly close down, and you go to sleep in front of me. So pure, so innocent... I slowly let myself go as well, and my consciousness slowly fades away as well. Yeah, that was one of the happiest moments in my life. Since the beginning of this case, everything had been so hard. But right now, next to you, nothing was hard, nothing was impossible. Today was definitely a fairy-tale.

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12:26 AgentJamesMason: I’m crying now, as the memories flow through me like a river, taking me back to happier times, to when I first saw my Kyle, first realized how much I loved him. I continue, “Kyle, your heart and mind have been hurt very badly. But I’m asking you to remember something… you are so much more than that. Think back on your life with your Uncle, think back on all of this. Think back on those times we shared. I know it’s not easy right now, but I’m here. You are strong, Kyle. And you are so much more, so very much more than the hurt and pain you are feeling now. I love you Kyle. I love you when you are happy, and I love you when you are sad, and I will be here with you and for you no matter what.”

12:26 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: I am so scared… I would be so scared if I hurt James again. I need to go back. I need to retreat from reality. But James doesn’t listen to me. He doesn’t let me go. He just hugs me James… I am going to hurt you, why don’t you accept this? Why does no one accept this reality? That’s my nature. But suddenly, he wants me to remember the first time when we meet in my office. It… It was such a beautiful day. After some harsh, hard days on the case, James told me what I wanted to hear that day. His eyes… Those eyes were the best thing I saw in my entire life. And they are in front of you now, Kyle. Look at them… I… I love him so much. I just love him like crazy… Then the hospital… I remember… Yes, I remember… Our first kiss, so soft and so gentle, and yet so passionate… He returned me back to that day, why don’t you return to James now, Kyle? Then the first time we made love in my flat, our confession… Feeling his body completely. Now that body is in front of you again, Kyle… Why don’t you feel it? Why don’t you touch him? Don’t you love James? No, I love him. I love him so much. I slowly move my hands to James’ cheeks, feeling his face, his nose, his eyes, his hair… He is here, he is here with me. He is here for me… I am here for him… I should be here for him… Then he wants me to think about my uncle as well. He is there. Driving us to a hospital. He is not mad Kyle, don’t you see? But he should be… But he isn’t… You know how to read people, right? Then James says he loves me again, which melts my heart. He loves me. I love him. I love him so much. I move my hands to his neck afterwards, and pull him into a hug, embrace him tight. Yeah, that was what you wanted, right Kyle? I feel so much better now. I take a deep breath, and mumble in his ear “I love you too… I love you so much… You… You are my heaven in this world James Mason. You are my hope, you are my future… I… I am sorry…” James. I don’t have a right to upset you… He came back to you when you needed him Kyle. Now you need to come back to him, because he needs you. I’m here when he needs me, and he is here when I need him.

12:26 Tim_Byrne: I am almost there… I am going to make it. My head fucking hurts so much. But I am there, I will be there. For Kyle, for James, for that other guy who is wounded. I am going to make it. Kyle’s crying gets louder at first, but James doesn’t let him go. I listen to their conversation. They love each other so much. What… What a powerful love this is. A love that can break every limit… A love that helps James forget his wounds… A love that helps Kyle reach out to him even with a broken mind… I am so glad they are both here right now. I never expected this would be my first “meet” with James Mason, but I have no regrets. Even if something bad happens to me, I know there is someone who can care for Kyle. And that’s all which matters to me. Even I forget my own aches for a moment. Hold on kids… I am almost there… Almost there… We are about to enter the city. I am coming… There… It’s there… The MercyOne Hospital. Before I stop the car, I start honking the horn harshly to draw the doctors’ attention. Please… Get us the hell out of this nightmare… Come here you idiots!!! There are two wounded men here...

12:26 AgentJamesMason: This is one of the hardest moments of my life, with fear, and pain, and terror on one side, fear that I have lost Kyle, despite everything I tried to do to reach him. The fear was threatening to consume my whole being. But I would not surrender to it, nor would I give an inch to it. I kept on holding and loving Kyle, giving him my strength and determination. I would rather be on the battlefield facing off against a whole platoon of commandos than to face this terror of losing Kyle to madness. But I would not back down, and then suddenly, Kyle looks at me, and his eyes begin to soften, and he reaches out to touch my face, my nose, my hair, and I stroke him gently back, more tears starting to gather and trickle down my cheeks. Then, Kyle reaches his arms around my neck and hugs me, and I feel him… I feel HIM. Kyle, he is still there, despite the hell he has been through, he is still there. And he speaks again, telling me how much he loves me. I hold him tightly, the emotion boiling inside my heart with so much passion that I am on the verge of completely losing it. But now is not the time, now I must be strong in my tenderness, he needs my strength. I hold it together, with every ounce of will I can bring to bear. I smile tenderly at him, as Tim stops the car, and begins to honk like a grumpy, impatient old man. I chuckle just a bit, “It sounds like we have reached the hospital Kyle. I’m going to need to see a Doctor, but you don’t need to worry about a thing. You stay with your Uncle, and as soon as the Doctors are finished with me, we’ll get some sleep.”

12:26 AgentJamesMason: Paramedics and nurses rush out of the emergency room, towards our car, as I gently sit up, and give Kyle one more kiss. I get out of the car, so tired… so very tired. A nurse rushes up, and I point to the back of the Land Rover, and the paramedics open the hatchback, and carefully slide Jeff Rogers onto a stretcher. My heart suddenly floods with grief, pain, guilt and sadness for Jeff. But there will be time to process that later. Right now I must be strong for Kyle. I walk towards the emergency room with a male nurse sliding in beside me to support as I slowly limp in, with Kyle on my other side, and that dear, grumpy Tim being helped by another nurse. I am determined to make it in under my own steam. I will be strong for Kyle. He needs to see this. We make it into the emergency room, and I leave Kyle with Tim as the nurses lead me in to be treated.

12:26 Tim_Byrne: Yeah… They come here. FINALLY YOU IDIOTS. They open the car’s doors as James and Kyle get out of the car together. They take that other wounded man as well on a stretcher. Fuck… My legs are shaking, and my mind is about to explode. But this isn’t a normal headache. Something is wrong. It’s literally nibbling at my mind slowly. Argh… That’s probably because of our “little” adventure. I should be fine. My blood pressure is increasing. There is a nurse next to me, and they help me to move on along with Kyle and James until we reach the emergency room. The nurse helps me to sit down, and starts examining me slowly. Fuck… This isn’t normal… It’s getting harder to breathe… What the fuck? I don’t have an illness, what is this all about? Then the nurse says they need to put me to sleep. NO FUCKING WAY… If you ever touch Tim Byrne, you are gonna regret it. I want my Kyle. Come here boy… I gesture Kyle to sit down next to me. But my vision starts to get blurry as well. Ahh… Am I that old? No no… It’s something else. My mind… Fuck… I hug Kyle as he sits down next to me, and I feel a prick. I look at the nurse with an angry glance and grunt “I told you to not FUCKING touch me!..” Ugh… My mind… The pain slowly fades away though… But… So is Kyle… Everything starts turning black…

12:26 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: We finally arrived at the hospital. I feel much better. Oh James. You are here, you are here with me. I nod to James as he says we need to go inside. But I am leaving. Not now, I need him, and he needs me. Come on Kyle… for James… You can do it for James. Strong… Not a word that describes me, but a word that helps remind me that I need to try my best. We follow James until the emergency room. But they don’t let us follow him inside. I… I just want to be with him, please… I missed him so much. But I can’t go inside… I sigh deeply as James slowly goes into another unknown, and I am waiting for him here. Tim… I need to stay with him too. I see him gesturing to me to sit down next to him. I obey. I love you Tim… I am so sorry I let you down as well. But I am here now… I will be here when you need me… I don’t have a choice… I sit down next to him, and hug him as well. GOD… I missed him so fucking much. But he is shivering, and they inject something into him as well. What… What is wrong? Is he wounded? He slowly loses consciousness, and they carry him to somewhere else. I… I don’t know what to do… I don’t want to hear the voices again, I don’t wanna be alone. It’s like the day I waited for James after that warehouse adventure, but that’s different. There isn’t a Xavier to comfort me. And my uncle is also in danger… And there is a 3rd guy named Jeff… I… AM… Going to… NO… NO KYLE… Not now… At least make it until James wakes up… I need… TO… Do this alone… Ivan… How are you now? Dave? Did he miss Dave?.. Voices… I can’t… Please… Don’t come now… Another doctor approaches me slowly, and tells me that we need to talk. He seems like a psychiatrist. I… Yeah… James would want me to talk with someone… So does Ivan… I… Will… Obey… I follow the doctor to his room with bleary eyes… I have so much to face tonight, and I guess I need assistance while doing this.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I look down at the floor as the doctor puts the finishing touches on the wound in my butt cheek. Then he nods, addressing me as he puts his tools away. “Mr. Mason, how in the hell did you manage to collect so many fresh and half-healed wounds? Is there a war going on or something? FUCK. Anyways, you are all stitched up again, and this time, could you do the medical profession a favor? LET THEM HEAL before you decide to get in any more fights.” He turns to go, and I chuckle. Yes, well, I haven’t had time lately to heal, but I speak up, as a nurse gently turns me over. “Where is Kyle Byrne?” A nurse steps forward, “He was with one of our trauma psychiatrists, thanks to your insistence. He’s been asking after you.” The nurse gets behind my bed and pushes me through the door, into the hall, then plants my bed into another hospital room. “I’ll send him in shortly.” I nod in relief, “And what about Tim Byrne and Jeff Rogers?” The nurse consults their notes, nodding, “Tim Byrne appears to be suffering from some kind of withdrawal syndrome. We’ll know more in the morning, but he’s resting now. And Jeff Rogers has been treated for multiple lacerations,a broken jaw, and a severe concussion. We expect him to make a full recovery, he should wake up tomorrow.” My heart again twists with sorrow, guilt, and pain. Jack… how can I face Jeff? And Tim? Withdrawal syndrome? Was he drugged? Too much… I can’t do anything about any of that now. I respond, “Thank you nurse, please send Kyle in if you would.” The nurse nods, and turns to go bring Kyle in.

12:26 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: The psychiatrist asks me some questions, how this happened, who hurt Jeff Rogers and James Mason? Lots of questions… I… I wish knew the answers. I wish I could help. But I don’t know… I just want to see James, please… I beg him “Can’t I just see James? Please… I am sure he also knows more than me… I really don’t know…” the doctor examines me with a curious gaze at first, but then, as if he understood something, he nods at my request. Just then, a nurse enters the room, and says I can see James. Oh thank god… Thank god… I rise to my feet quickly, and follow the nurse until we reach James’ room. He is fine, right? He should be. I take a deep breath, and enter the room. There he is… James Mason… The man who rescued me so many times. The man who was there for Tim. The man who risked his life for me, not once, but twice… I approach him slowly, and sit on the edge of the bed, and hold his hand. How did we come here? How have events led us here? I rub James’ cheek with my other hand, and ask “I am sorry… Once again… For everything… For Jeff and Jack… James…” I really was… I… Maybe if I just sleep, I can forget all of these for a moment, just like Ivan advised me…

12:26 AgentJamesMason: Kyle walks in, and I sit up in bed, my stupid-ass hospital gown was a size too small, and threatened to burst it’s seams as I struggled up. I hate being a patient. So humiliating. But nothing else mattered right now, because Kyle was here. He walks in and sits on my bed, and reaches out for my hand. I take it gently in my own hand. Then he strokes my lightly bearded face. And, all my worries and concerns and fears fall away, and there is just this moment. With Kyle. Together Again. He tries to apologize, and I shush him, “Shhhh… Come here Kyle.” I pull Kyle up against me, turning on my side on the bed, and wrapping him up in my arms, arranging his lean, athletic body against my own thick, hard muscle, putting my arm over his body, resting my hand on his chest, and keeping ahold of his other hand in mine. I whisper into his ear, “Just relax Kyle… I’ve got you. Tomorrow will be a new day, and will bring its challenges, but we will face them all together. But right now, we are here, together.” I start to cry gently, beginning to finally, slowly, let myself relax. So much pain… such a day… but now it was ending, and Kyle was in my arms. “This is just the beginning, the beginning of our journey together. I love you so much Kyle, and I am so happy to be with you right now."

12:26 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: I can’t finish my sentence as James interrupts me, and pulls me against him. I can feel his muscled chest on my back, and holding my chest with his hand. I hold that hand as well, and start rubbing it gently as he whispers into my ear. A new day… Tomorrow… New challenges… I don’t want to actually. But you can’t escape from reality. But that’s what James taught you, remember Kyle? Living in the moment. Enjoying the moment. I need to listen to him. I remember those words. “This is just the beginning, the beginning of our journey… Together…” yes… He is right. He is with me at least, and I need to live in the moment. It won’t be easy to fall asleep after this day, but I will try. What matters now is James. I repeat the words “This is just the beginning, the beginning of our journey together. I love you too James… I’m glad you are here…” This is so hard… Ivan… Xavier… Tim… Jeff… Jack… James… All of it… How am I going to bear that? How am I going to carry all the weight? I feel so guilty… I start crying as well, but close my eyes. I need to sleep… If I am with James, if we are together, there is hope… There is a way out...

Published: 2021-03-31, viewed 48 times.