A bit of a spin on the AF challenge.


 Again, the story based on the opening phrase. - (slightly modified)
  This takes the beginning of the previous version and puts a
  "twist" upon them.
   Same opening, *slightly* different story.





                         Night Terror.
                            ver 2.0 - the flip side.

                               N.A.Sinclair
                                 seraphim@sentex.net

  ***After such an intense orgasm, she should have been panting
  heavily; however, she lay unnaturally still, the rise and fall
  of her chest filling with air curiously absent.****

   The outside traffic cast erratic light as it moved past the
  heavily curtained windows.
  The sound of the city made a heartbeat of it's own.

   Leon shifted in the bed and propped himself up on one elbow.

   "Hey?" He said nudging his partner. "Hey."

   He froze.

   SHE lay there.

   Her hair was spread out like a white frosty halo.
  Her eyes were like golden coins.
  Her skin... so pale and so beautiful .... so unreal.

   He pulled the sheet back and her body was there
  looking like the first time.

   She was dressed in the torn rags of what was once lingerie.
  the stockings were ripped and torn and the bustier open
  exposing the coral pink of her pale nipples.

   Bullet holes riddled her body.
  (center mass he observed.)
  The pale pink perfect flesh was ripped and torn exposing what
  lay beneath.
   Thick red and oily, lubricant welled through the gashes and wounds.
  Dull metal resisted shining in the rooms dim light.

   He felt acid rise in his throat but also felt his own throat close
  constrictive with fear.

   The golden eyes blinked. The arms reached to hold him.

   "Kill me again." her voice was oh so sweet.

   "Love me again."

   He fought to free himself but she would not let go.

   "Leon. Leon wake up!"

   He opened his eyes and found himself wrapped up in warmth.

   He could not see.

   Blindly he stared forward lost in the terror.

   "Wha...."

   "Wake up you idiot. it's a *DREAM*!"

   The voice was insistent and pulled him from the dark dark pool
  where he was drowning.

   He finally opened his eyes to see the concerned face of his partner.

   Even in the darkness he could see the anxiety in the others' dark
  eyes.

   "A dream?" Leon murmured

   "Wake up, you can do it." The other encouraged.

   "I'm up!" He protested.

   "Are you sure?" He was shifted and and pushed away.

   "Ikk! You're sweaty."  Daley appraised him from arm's length with
  a finicky look on his face,

   The look and the response - the nose scrunched in distaste.
  It had to make Leon laugh and this chased the last of
  the shadows from the room's darkness.
   It was all too funny.
   The same man that had led a platoon of troopers into the sewers
  earlier that day and had emerged victorious, drenched in the
  gore of boomer fluid was worried about a little sweat.

   It was what Leon loved about him.

   "Alright, alright," Leon laughed. "I'll shower."

   He threw the coverlet off and stood up.

   "Wait," Dailey said. "You're forgetting something"

   "What?" Leon asked.

   Daley gestured him closer and Leon bent down towards him

   "This." Daley said. And kissed him.


                          *FIN*


Notes: Well, this story goes in a different direction than 
anything i've ever written...
  It sort-of resulted from some mail flying back and forth between
me and Sarah Davis.  So, of course she gets just as much credit 
for the story as I (or inmfamy.). the story of course is a plagerised 
story of my own. 

 Neil

 April 99.


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"The Pink-Haired Goddess, the Blue-Haired Goddess, I can't decide....
   I must have them both!"
                (Me in Kuno mode thinking about Mizumo Ami and Nene)
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   Robyn, Duke of Amber. Agent of Chaos. Part-time-God. Monkey-Boy 
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