A Small Piece of Heaven

Heaven 02




A Small Piece of Heaven – Part 2The moment the door to the secure holding area opened Treize could hear
hoarse sounds of pain that made his stomach twist. The sounds seemed to be originating
from a cell on the other side of the hall.
Treize raced toward that cell and froze at the door. Three officers,
standing around a figure on the ground, using their shock-rods on him. The young man was
shaking and convulsing on the floor as his muscles reacted with spasms to the
electroshocks. His hands, still cuffed behind his backs, were clenched. His long blond
hair spilled around his body.
Without thinking Treize grabbed the first man he could get his hand
on by the shoulders and jerked him away from the young man. He yanked the officer’s
shock-rod out of his hand, tempted to give them man a little taste of it. But he managed
to control his fury and instead tossed the baton across the room. By then Rasid too had
reached the cell.
"What the hell is going on here?"
His men startled by Treize’s attack as well as by the
captain’s angry outburst, snapped to attention and moved away from the curled up body
on the ground.
The ex-colonel decided to let the Rasid deal with his officers. He
crouched down next to the young man, turning him onto his back carefully. When he reached
out to brush a few strands of long platinum blond hair out of the young man’s face
Milliardo flinched away and closed his eyes.
"Shh…shh," the ginger-blond man said soothingly.
"It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you."
"What’s your explanation for this, Commander?" the
captain’s usually calm voice was trembling with rage.
But Phillips only shrugged as if it was nothing. "We just
thought that he deserved some kind of punishment for what he did."
"Commander," Rasid addressed the man in a dangerous low
voice. "I’m not sure how things were handled here before, but now that I’m
in charge I’ll be the one who decides if and when punishment is due. Did I
make myself clear?"
"Yes, Sir, but…"
"No buts! Consider yourselves on unpaid leave pending the
investigation of this incident."
"Investigation?" Phillips echoed in exasperation.
"Would you rather have me fire you on the spot?" the
captain snapped.
The commander realized that it was better to keep his mouth shut and
Rasid dismissed him and his two goons. He then called for the warden and told the man
unlock Milliardo’s handcuffs and then go and get Dr Po.
"How is he?" he asked, stepping over to Treize who was
still kneeling next to blond.
"Obviously in a great deal of pain," the ex-colonel answered quietly.
The young man’s body was still trembling, his muscles twitching involuntarily every
once in a while. A thin filmsweasweat covered Milliardo’s face and his breathing was
quick and shallow.
Rasid walked over to a small sink in the corner, soaked a washcloth
with cold water and handed it to Treize.
"The doctor should be here soon."
Treize nodded as he dabbed a trickle of blood from the corner of the young man’s
mouth, then carefully wiped more blood from his bitten through lips before placing the wet
cloth on his forehead. Milliardo’s eyelids fluttered, crystal-blue eyes opened, still
clouded with pain and unfocused.
***
Sally Po had been working for the.U. .U. for nearly two years now.
This was something many of her friends and even her family had a hard time understanding.
The young woman had finished medical school as the head of her class and she had gotten
job offers from some of the most renowned medical facilities in Europe. Instead she had
decided to go and work somewhere where she could really do some good, or so she thought
until she was transferred to the field office in Luxembourg. The conditions she found here
had been hair-raising. Captain Klugld hld have cared less about what was going on at the
station, or worst in some cases even participated in the mistreatment of the slaves in his
care. She for one was glad that the man was gone. Though Sally had only met the new
captcaptain once her first impression of him has been a positive one. Maybe things were
finally going to change around here. God knew it was about time.
The young woman was ripped from her thoughts by a knock at the door to her small office.
She turned away from the computer she was working on and walked over to open the door,
revealing a man in guard uniform.
"Dr Sally, the Captain sends me. You are needed down below." He told her.
"Milliardo?" she asked with a sigh.
The guard nodded. "Phillips worked him over pretty good. But I think he might have
finally overdone it."
"How so?" Sally looked at the man questioningly.
"The captain sounded like he was about to kill Phillips and put him on unpaid leave.
He also said something about a investigation."
"You weren’t eavesdropping were you?" she asked, her eyes narrowing in
disapproval.
"Not intentionally." The man defended himself.
"It’s not mine fault the captain’s voice carries like thunder over an open
field."
Sally gave him a tiny smile. "I’ll be there in a minute."
She retrieved her medical bag from the treatment room and made sure
that she had everything she might need before she went downstairs. At the security gate
she slipped her ID card through the scanner and after a moment the heavy door opened.
Milliardo’s cell was on the other end of the long corridor. She knew the way only too
well. To her surprise she found not only the captain but also another man with the blond
slave. She wasn’t sure why but something about the ginger-blond man looked very
familiar.
"What happened?&qushe she asked as she settled down next to Milliardo, opening her
bag while the stranger rose to his feet and stepped aside to let her do her job.
"Commander Phillips," the captain growled.
She turned toward him. "Can you help me get him onto his bed? I don’t think he
is in any condition to walk yet."
The tall, broad-shouldered man nodded, scooped Milliardo up like he weighed nothing at all
and placed him onto the cot on the other side of the cell.
The two men watched for a little while as she began checking the
blond for injuries. She found an ugly bluish purple swelling on the right side of his
chest, but the rips were only bruised not broken.
"Not much I can do," she shrugged as she pulled out a syringe, filled it and
gave the needle a practiced flick. "I’ll give him painkillers and a sedative and
he will just sleep it off. I’ll check on him again tomorrow morning. I suppose he was
lucky this time."
"This time?" the familiar looking stranger asked.
"Something like this happened before?"
The young woman smiled sadly. "I’m afraid so." Behind her the captain let
out an angry growl. "And it will probably happen again."
""Not if I can help it," the ginger-blond man replied
seriously. "Is there any way that I can take him with me right away ?"
The captain shrugged. "I don’t see why not. If that’s
what you really want Treize?"
Treize, as in Treize Khushrenada? Of course! Sally slapped herself mentally. No
wonder he looked so familiar. The man had only been the most decorated soldier during the
last war and his face had been on the vids more often than that of the president himself.
"We can get the paperwork done right now." The captain continued and the
ex-colonel nodded. Before he left however he gave the blond slave a concerned look.
"Are you sure he’s going to be safe now?" he asked, concerned that Phillips
would come back to let his anger out on the young man again.
"I’ll stay with him till you get back." Sally volunteered.
"Thank you doctor." Giving her a curt nod the two men left
and Sally turned her attention back to her patient. She noticed that he was awake, his
eyes open, still a le hae hazy but much more alert now.
"How do you feel?"
"Been better," he croaked, throat raw from screaming.
"This will help," she told him as she injected the sedative into his arm. It was
a very potent drug and she could watch it taking affect almost immediately. His eyes
glazed over and his eyelids began to droop.
"Doctor…" Milliardo slurred.
"Yes?"
"Thank you."
"You’re welcome." She gave him a thin smile.
"Now go to sleep."
***
Less than an hour later Treize set his signature under the last
document and became officially the new owner of the blond slave.
Yes, he actually owned another human being. That thought was
something to get used to. His family had owned slaves as servants while he grew up so it
wasn’t something foreign to him. And he had played with the idea of buying a slave
for a while now, but he hadn’t expected it to happen so fast and especially not under
these circumstances. But there was no way that he could have left that young man another
moment at the station after what had happened.
Milliardo was in a deep, drug introduced sleep and didn’t even notice when Treize,
cradling his new possession in his arms, carried him to his limousine. The chauffeur held
open the door so he could settle the young man down on the wide backseat. When the
ex-colonel covered the blond with a blanket he stirred slightly. His crystal blue eyes
opened drowsily.
"Relax. Go back to sleep!" Treize told him softly as he
seated himself across from Milliardo. In his drugged out state the young man’s body
and mind reacted immediately to the simple command. His eyes closed again and his
breathing became deep and steady as he fell asleep again.
Treize let his eyes roam over the body stretched out on the soft
leather seat across from him, marveling about something that had struck him the moment he
had laid eyes on Milliardo for the first time. The young man was stunningly beautiful.
With his long, silky, pale blond hair, those radiant blue eyes and delicate features he
was the personification of beauty. Leaning forward Treize reached out to gently caress the
young man’s face.
After another few moments of watching the lovely blond, he pulled
out his phone and called home to inform his butler that he was bringing a slave.
"Evans, please see to it that one of the guestrooms is ready
for him when we arrive."
"Did you say guestroom, Sir?"
"Yes, that’s what I said." the ginger-blond man
confirmed. The servant quarters were located in a separate building, but Treize wanted to
keep Milliardo close by.
About an hour later the limousine pulled up at the entrance to his large Victorian style
mansion. Owen, the chauffeur, offered to carry blond inside, but the ex-colonel politely
refused. Treize’s personal servant, a grey-haired man in his autumn years, was
waiting in the hallway.
"Welcome home, your Excellency," he greeted the ex-colonel
and with a look at the blond slave Treize was carrying he added. "Would you like me
to help him get settled in, Sir?"
The ginger-blond man shook his head.
"Thank you, Evans, but I think I’ll take care of him
myself."
He carried the sleeping young man upstairs into the guestroom that
had been prepared, placing him onto the queen-sized bed. For a moment he just stood there,
watching the blond sleep, then he walked into the adjacent bathroom to draw a bath. He
went through the cabinet opening several bottles filled with bath crystals until he found
a fragrance that he liked. Dumping a generous amount of the crystals into the large marble
tub he watched as they dissolved. Making sure the water wasn’t too hot he turned it
off once the tub was about 3/4 filled and walked back into the bedroom.
Milliardo was still asleep. Treize looked at the young man, his eyes
focusing at the black letters on the front of Milliardo’s shirt and he frowned. It
was time to get rid of that. The lovely blond creature was his property now.
Mine! Treize smiled feeling some sort of possessive pride. Mine
to do with whatever I desire!