2 XTREME:
Those Who Forget The Past
Are Doomed To Repeat It
By Billy Burrew
JC lay
panting in Justin's arms, both having shot their loads simultaneously
as JC fucked Justin's tight hole with gleeful abandon. JC's
breathing began to slow and even out, and his eyes began to
droop half shut after the exertion of their lovemaking when,
in the back of his mind, he heard...or it seems as if he heard....as
much as anyone can really hear something from their own minds....but
nonetheless, JC's eyes popped open as he heard something akin
to an alarm klaxon in the back of his mind. Despite his strength
in telepathy, it seemed that JC also had a somewhat underdeveloped
talent for precognition. JC roused himself, sitting up on the
bed and letting Justin's arms fall from around him.
"Baby?" Justin whispered."What's
the matter?"
Any answer that he would have given would
have gone unheard as the force, sound and fury of an enormous
explosion rocked the building to its base, shattering the windows
in every room as their occupants fell to the floor or dove for
cover.
Chapter 3 Begins Now...
"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!?" Joey
yelled from the bathtub of the room that he and Chris shared.
Joey had been brushing his teeth when the force that rocked
the room sent him tumbling into the bathtub. Joey hoisted himself
up out of the bathtub and walked back into the bedroom that
he and Chris shared.
"Owwwwwww!" Chris moaned as he
pulled himself up from under the bed.
Joey smiled and helped his lover up, examining
the knot on the back of his head where he fallen.
"Looks like you'll have a nice bump
and bruise there, babe."
Chris scowled. "Ow, man! Let's go make
sure the others are all right."
Chris and Joey had barely stepped outside
their door when they saw the rest of their friends doing the
same thing. Joey smiled as he saw Lance and Bill stepping out
into the hallway, still tucking in their shirts. Joey turned
to see JC and Justin doing the same as they emerged from their
room.
"Everyone OK?" Bill asked, instantly
turning into the professional managerial guy that he was.
Everyone nodded at him and he motioned for
them to follow him.
"Let's go find out what just happened.
I'd feel a lot safer on the ground floor right now. Let's hit
the stairs and get outside."
The guys quickly followed Bill as he lead
them down the stairs, now lit by the red emergency lights. As
they reached the ground floor of the hotel, they gasped as they
saw that the entire side of the lobby that was nearest to the
garages was just so much rubble. Bill pointed to the unblocked
side entrance and began to move towards it before stopping.
"Wait!" Bill hissed, causing the
guys to stop dead in their tracks.
"What? What's the matter?" Lance
asked nervously.
"I don't smell anything." Bill
said suddenly, turning to face the five guys behind him. "With
an explosion this large, there should be some dust, some burning...something.
I'm not smelling anything but fresh air...this isn't...."
Bill whirled quickly, throwing his hands
in front of him and the entire group. Justin gasped as he saw
a dozen razor sharp knives appear as if by magic, slowing down
as they reached the force bubble that Bill had erected around
them.
"Who threw those?!" Chris asked
anxiously, looking at Bill.
"Josh?" Bill asked, his hands still
outstretched. "Care to enlighten us."
Josh's face tightened down in concentration.
"Seven targets, straight ahead across the lobby from us.
Five appear to be male, two women. None of this, the explosion,
the rubble, or any of that is real. Everyone open your minds
to me, I'll filter out the illusions and show you what is and
what is not real."
The guys opened their minds and instantaneously,
the lobby began to lighten and reform, changing back to what
it had looked like when they checked in earlier. Joey nodded
as he saw the seven people across the lobby from them begin
to slowly advance. "OK...now who are they?"
Justin spoke up, "Hey! That's Dreamstreet.
I don't know who those older broads are, though."
Bill grinned. "Those "older broads"
are a girl group called Shampoo."
Bill blushed as the four guys turned to him
with puzzled faces. "Um...they had a hit in the 90's...the
uh...the...Mighty Morphin Power Rangers Movie theme song....it
was a cute little song called 'Trouble'."
Lance giggled. "You can't be serious....You
saw that movie?"
Bill turned to him and shook his head. "Oh,
no...the video was popular in this gay bar I used to hang out
in."
Lance nodded and grinned. "Uh-huh! Sure
it was.All this time together and I never knew you were a Power
Rangers fan."
Bill raised his eyebrow and grinned wryly.
"You're diggin' a hole, Bass, you know that, right? Yer
just...diggin' a hole."
Lance giggled, and then watched as Bill lowered
his hands, causing the knives to fall to the ground with a dozen
muffled thuds.
"Justin. Can you take over the shielding.
I'm gonna get me some answers."
Justin nodded and his eyes began to glow
bright blue with power.
Bill motioned for the guys to follow him
as he walked towards the oncoming group of seven. Bill took
the lead, his face a blank mask of professionalism.
"What can I do for you, boys...and ladies?"
Bill asked politely as he stepped within earshot.
The two taller females stepped towards Bill
suddenly, reaching for him. Bill smiled as their hands hit the
solid power of Justin's shield and bounced off.
"OW! Oy! Why don't you just die!"
they said, their cockney accents thick as pea soup. Their eyes
began to glow and pulse with power.
Bill smiled and shook his head. "Nope...sorry,
but that's not in my repertoire. How about this? Why don't you
surrender? I'd hate to have to deprive the world of the VH-1
Behind The Music episode with the two of you in it."
The girls shrieked and rushed forward, their
bodies coming in contact with Justin's shielding and stopping
for only a second, then slowly beginning to penetrate inwards.
"Hmmm" Bill said as he watched
them advance towards him. "Very nice! Penetrating shields
as strong as his is really no mean trick..but it's awfully energy
consuming...and it leaves you defenseless to other attacks.
Speaking of that...Joey...it's your turn."
Bill stepped back and to the left, giving
Joey center stage. Joey's eyes were sparkling as he raised his
arms and directed two enormous lightning bolts at the two women.
The women screamed in agony as the bolts of lightning tore through
their bodies, picking them up and hurling them backwards into
the group behind them.
"Attack! Kill them! Kill THEM!"
the two hissed as they shakily tried to get back to their feet.
The five guys of Dreamstreet began to advance
towards the NSYNC'ers.
"OK, fellows." Bill said. "I
think we'd better carry this outside. Chris. Take JC with you.
Joey, take Lance with you. Justin and I will be the last out,
OK? Everyone GO!"
The guys acted as a well oiled machine. Chris
grabbed JC and used his powers to teleport them both outside.
Joey hugged Lance to his chest as he called forth winds to carry
them both and the two sailed upwards and out of the hotel's
lobby. Justin reached around Bill's waist, hooking them together
and then used his telekinesis to propel them up and out of the
lobby as Bill shielded their escape from any attack.
As the group reformed in the parking lot
across from the hotel, they saw the shapes of their attackers
emerge from the hotel and begin to advance quickly towards them.
Bill turned to Lance and smiled an evil little smile. "Hey
babe, feeling up to a little guerilla warfare?"
Lance's eyebrows shot upwards at the idea
of his powers being used to spearhead an attack and he nodded,
"Me?!?"
Bill nodded. "Yep. Do you think if I
got Chris to port you behind them, that you could knock out
the two women...nothing fatal...just enough of a oxygen deprivation
to each get them unconscious."
Lance nodded confidently. "Oh Yeah!
I can do that."
Bill grinned. "Good. Let them all get
a little closer...then go."
Bill nodded to Joey, "Let's shake them
up a bit...we've got them off guard, let's keep them there."
Joey nodded and clenched his fists together
as he watched the Dreamstreet guys approach. A second later,
their approach was halted as an enormous quake rocked them to
their knees. Joey grinned. "One targeted earthquake...special
delivery."
Bill turned to Josh. "Are they still
using illusions or have they figured out that you can see through
them when you concentrate on it?"
JC nodded. "Yep. They gave up the illusions
after the lightning."
Bill smiled. "Good. Let's see what we're
up against with these Dreamstreet fellows. What are their abilities?"
Bill reached out to JC and their minds melted
together and instantly spanned the distance to the approaching
band. The two telepaths broke through each boys mental barriers
like tissue paper and, within seconds, knew all they needed
to know about the powers of their attackers.
Bill separated his mind from JC's and the
two stepped in front of Lance and Chris, shielding their departure
from the eyes of their opponents. The two boys winked out of
existence through Chris's teleportation.
"Bill. Why are these kids attacking
us? I mean...they barely know their own powers...and for what
it's worth, their powers really aren't all that...um...powerful."
JC asked, the confusion plain on his face.
Bill nodded. "Yeah....They're so young
that they're not fully developed. Whoever uncovered their powers
did it too early...they shouldn't have even come close to manifesting
themselves for another 5 or so years. From what I gathered when
I was in their minds, they're not in charge...someone...or a
group of more powerful telepaths are controlling them."
JC looked at Bill and smiled. "If I
put up a mental shield around those kids...a really really strong
one, would it be enough to stop those telepaths from getting
through?"
Bill considered it for a second as he saw
Lance and Chris re-appear behind the two women formerly known
as Shampoo. Bill smiled as he watched Lance step forward and
raise his arms behind the two women. Within the space of a few
heartbeats, the women began to stagger, and then fall to the
ground.
"OK...That's done. Now for...."
Bill looked up and saw the five kids grabbing
their heads, then falling one by one. As the fifth one hit the
dirt, Bill looked at JC, who had a smug smile on his face.
"Psi-bolts?"
JC nodded, pleased with himself. "Yup!
The shield idea was good...but since their powers aren't all
that developed to shield from me, I decided to go the easy route
and just use psi-bolts to knock them out."
Bill sniffed appreciatively, "Nice!
Five at once! I'd not have been able to do more than one at
a time."
JC's smile widened to a toothy grin. "Yeah...I
know."
Bill laughed and rolled his eyes at JC's
smugness. "OK....since you knocked them out, you can go
into each of their minds and teach their unconscious minds how
to shield so they can't be controlled again. While you're at
it, look for any devices on them that would have assisted any
telepath or telepaths in controlling them. They might be under
the skin, so you might have to get Joey and Justin to help you
look. Lance might be able to find them for you, using his healing
ability, then Joey can short them out out....or Justin or Chris
can remove them."
JC nodded and walked over to the first prone
body and knelt down beside it, placing his hand on the base
of the young man's skull and letting loose with his formidable
talent.
Bill walked over to where Lance stood near
the two fallen older popster women. "They're good and out?"
Lance nodded. I'm keeping them unconscious
right now...if they come near consciousness I just have their
bodies release a few more chemicals that keep them out."
Bill's eyes widened. "That's a pretty
nifty trick. Where'd you learn that?"
Lance smiled. "I saw it on the Discovery
channel. Some special about the body and unconsciousness. At
the time I thought it was kinda lame and trivial....now it's
pretty helpful."
Bill laughed. "Let's see what's going
on inside their heads."
Bill's eyes widened slightly and the green
of his iris began to glow, just slightly as flecks of gold danced
to the surface like sparks of fire.
"They're working as part of a group.
They're trained killers. Their powers are most effective when
they're touching....they can absorb and negate the abilities
of others...like they did with Justin's shielding...but it's
very, very tiring and it leaves them vulnerable to other attacks,
as we saw with Joe's lightning. It seems they've been hired
to kill....to assassinate....William Michaels?!?"
Lance grabbed Bill and pulled him back from
the two older women. "They've been hired to KILL you?!?"
Bill nodded. "It's their primary function.
Their secondary function is to assimilate you...or destroy you
as well."
Lance swallowed loudly. "Under who's
orders? Who programmed them to act like this. It must have been
a powerful telepath to do both of them and all those five guys."
Bill nodded, then his face screwed up with
concentration as he scanned the unconscious minds of the women.
A moment later he sighed and shook his head. "I dunno.
I can't find any trace of who programmed them...or who they're
working with. Damn!"
Lance put his arm around his lover. "Don't
beat yourself up over it. We'll find out who it is. They're
bound to screw up and leave us a clue, if they haven't already."
Bill nodded again, then turned his attention
back to the women, wiping all their memories of their powers
and making up some excuse for their being in America and in
Pennsylvania at the hotel. Satisfied with his effort, Bill locked
their powers down tightly with mental barriers and having finished
that exercise, walked over to JC as he finished his work with
the last member of Dreamstreet.
"All done?" Bill asked as JC looked
up and nodded to him. JC opened his hand and exposed 5 tiny
metallic caplets. "We found these just under the skin at
the back of their neck."
Bill took one of the caplets and rolled it
around in his fingers then shook his head. "Curious. Who
would want to kill me so bad that they'd attack all of us....?"
Johnny Wright, President of WEG, slammed
the receiver of the phone down into its cradle and cursed loudly
and repeatedly. He paced back and forth across the room a few
times then sat back down at his desk. Johnny looked down at
the phone and scowled, a second later, the phone melted into
a puddle of steaming plastic on his desk.
"Damn kids! I knew I should never have
let those 4 kids handle this one! Damned Swedish idiots! Now
I'm down 7 agents and NSYNC and that blasted Michaels faggot
haven't even been touched...hell they barely broke a sweat against
those guys!"
"Johnny....don't ye worry abou' it...it's
all part o' the plan!" chimed a pair of melodious female
voices from the doorway of his office.
"Don't WORRY about it? 7 Agents! 5 of
them weren't even ready for field work and now they're all write-offs!"
"All part o' the plan!" remarked
a dark haired woman said, her voice oozing calm and reassurance.
"Stop with the voice tricks Enya. I'm
wearing the specially designed earplugs that filter out your
'siren's voice', so you can stop trying to use it on me."
Enya's eyes turned to pale white and her
hair and dress began to sway, flapping around as if moved by
some strong wind. Yet in the confines of Johnny's office, there
was no wind. The second woman strode over to stand beside her
comrade, leaning down and in to Johnny's desk, putting her shaved
head on eye level with him.
"You Fool! Those earplugs can only protect
you from her voice, not mine. Ah can use my voice like a knife
t'cut a hole through those earplugs...or ta cut off yer head
if ah wished." hissed the second woman in a thick irish
brogue, her eyes flashing a shimmering, vibrant blue.
Johnny smiled and leaned forward, cradling
his head in his hand leisurely. "Wanna bet that I can melt
you both into boiling puddles of plasma first?"
Enya's eyes faded back to their original
Irish green and she pulled her comrade back away from the desk.
The two then sat down in chairs opposite Johnny's desk. "Why
are we fightin'? We're s'posed t' be working t'gether, aye?"
Johnny nodded. "Aye...er...Yes! We've
got common goals, do we not? The subjugation and assimilation
of NSYNC into the fold and the death of their manager."
Sinead O' Connor and Enya smiled widely,
though the smiles did not touch their eyes as they replied,
almost in chorus. "Aye, Johnny! Tha' we do."
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