My Queens Wish is My Command

Baleful Human · Duo Were'dness

My Queens Wish is My Command

Brandon Mason · Aussie Gent

Something takes a part of me.
Something lost and never seen.
Everytime I start to believe,
Something's raped and taken from me... from me.
Life's got to always be messing with me. (You wanna feel alive)
Can't they chill and let me be free? (So do I)
Can't I take away all this pain. (You wanna feel alive)
I try to every night, all in vain... in vain.
Sometimes I cannot take this place.
Sometimes it's my life I can't taste.
Sometimes I cannot feel my face.
You'll never see me fall from grace
Something takes a part of me.
You and I were meant to be.
A cheap fuck for me to lay
Something takes a part of me.
Feeling like a freak on a leash. (You wanna feel alive)
Feeling like I have no release. (So do I)
How many times have I felt diseased? (You wanna feel alive)
Nothing in my life is free... is free
Chorus

Boom na da mmm dum na ema
Da boom na da mmm dum na ema

GO!
So...fight! something on the... dum na ema
Fight...some things they fight
So...something on the... dum na ema
Fight...some things they fight
Fight...something of the... dum na ema
No...some things they fight
Fight...something of the... dum na ema
Fight...some things they fight

[Chorus]

Part of me...
Oh...

~Korn

.:Brandon didn't know what hit him, as he sat in the piercing chair, uncomfortably firm against the thin Billabong T shirt and board shorts he had worn just hours before while interviewing Brendan Vardalos for the position of housekeeper for his condo. He was strapped and shackled in tight by the lady, Harley, who looked more Dominatrix than human being. Harley didn't seem to like his struggling much, and a hard backfist to the jaw put Brandon's lights out for a few hours. All was then quiet from his corner in the warehouse next to the skate park, Brandon so lovingly adopted as his own place to find freedom with four wheels and a board. Nori had stolen that from him the moment she pulled the gun on him at the beach, and tied his hands behind his back. She drove Brandon and delivered him to the place of suffering he was currently at, and he was unaware of what else was to come. But Brandon was muchly afraid. His neck had been banded by a metal collar, meant to keep his head from jerking away from its location, chained to the torture chair.

Brand tested the bindings but it was no use, he was tied fast to the chair, stuck there like a butterfly in a killing jar. He prayed to God for mercy, because by now the phone had rung at his place nearly a hundred times from both his Mum and Da, Maire and Peter back in Australia, and his agent, Ace, who was probably peeved Brand was being lazy and showing a diva complex by being unusually late for the fittings and go-sees he had scheduled in his appointment book for today. Yes, he'd be pissed off. Particularly at the good sized bruise that had formed on the left side of his jaw when Harley hit him. Everyone knew Brandon was a creature of habit, underneath his wild man, 'devil may care' exterior.

He never just left without a word to anyone about where he was going, or who with. All they knew was their babby son was not answering the RAZR V3, or the phone at the condo. No one had seen him.The only one that knew anything about the human's disappearance was Nori herself, and the person holding him captive. A missing person's report could be filed within 72 hours, but Brendan wondered if he'd last 72 minutes, much less hours at this rate. And what had Harley said? She'd brand him with a hot iron with a person named Shane's name on it? Who were these people and what had he done to cause them to reduce him to this state? Brandon was harmless as a spring lamb, always went out of his way to help others, and didn't show any signs of an evil demeanor until last night, when he screamed at Nori. He called her a traitorous bitch, and she was living up to that qualification without the help of Harley. They were holding him for some reason, as the day met the dusk and the sky grew long. All day he sat waiting, trying to think of a way to negotiate through this situation, because anything was possible. But being locked to the chair for as many hours as he had been had become unbearable for the free spirited Brandon, and quite painful. It was pointless to waste his voice screaming when no one would hear him. With a famous face like his, word would get out soon that something was amiss. When Hawaii PD did do their search, they would find his abandoned Harley Davidson Night Rider on the beach, and trace it back to Brandon, who was missing, which suggested foul play. Treadmarks from Nori's truck could be matched to her tires, the vehicle identified. Someone was going to know soon that things didn't match up. He wasn't a nobody from nowheresville, and Brandon was better off being freed than held captive as some form of strange entertainment. Nori had bitten off more than she could have ever possibly chewed.:.

-- Edited by Brandon Mason at 19:03, 2008-08-08

-- Edited by Brandon Mason at 20:41, 2008-08-08

Harley Jones · Venomous Arsenal

He really was a piece of work wasn't he?. Top model and all that good stuff but she doubted very much that he was of any real importance.Hell she had never even heard of him!. He was obviously some Aussie/Irish wanna be who's mother knew her cousin to well. Truthfully they were probably doing the world a favor by disposing of the pretty boy who reeked of shit. No doubt in her mind that he was a butt plunger of sorts...

After Nori left and she had took to delivering that hard blow that left him unconscious, she went to immediately call Dexter, and when he answered she would tell him of the male that Nori had brought home for Shane and how he had a bike out there and so making sure to give him every little detail knowing he was the perfect man for a quick clean up. He wouldn't be seen so now the surfer boys chances were slim to none. As for his condo, well that was taken care of as well. Damn all those fire bug's running around! and how terrible it was that Brandon's condo had been on the top of their lists.

Another phone call would be leaked to the press, and with that the word would spread about how they torched his place. The perfect set up indeed, it would all look like a accident , place burnt so bad that no body would be found because..well... it was burnt beyond recognition.. so much for dental records to. The tracks everything would be erased, no one fucked with the snakes and made it out in tact that is. She moved toward Brandon who was awake and shook her head, phone rang and it was Nori. A comment was made and they both busted up laughing.

" Yeah it's all been taken care of, I called Dexter. In the end it's up to Shane, but I hope she kills this fagot"

Dark coals narrowed toward the surfer man who was looking at her, a quick jump had her back at him delivering another blow to knock his ass back the fuck out!...

-- Edited by Harley Jones at 21:16, 2008-08-08

Brandon Mason · Aussie Gent

Actually he was multimillion dollar material, hired by Calvin Klein, and had a men's cologne line that was created just for him. So he was known throughout the world, even if Harley's world was merely a microcosm. It wouldn't be that easy to cover up Brandon's tracks. He left a paper trail throughout Maui before coming to the beach that night. Alot of loose ends that couldn't be tied up as easily as all that. He still would have many people in Hawaii asking questions, and doubtfully Brandon would be forgotten like some obscure face in a model's portfolio, his parents wouldn't rest until he was found, nor would his agent or clients....because he was a supermodel and had endorsements for companies as their spokesperson. Particularly for Billabong and Element.

As far as his sexuality went, he had more to wonder about when he saw Harley and Nori sucking tongue the night he was captured and tied to the piercing chair. There were more questionsas a result from Brandon about their own sexual natures rather than his own. Brandon had always been sensible, and had no relationships with either sex, because he was too busy working the beat so he could earn enough money for acting lessons. So strike two. Strike three came when for no reason whatsoever, when Harley rapped him in the temple and the Aussie's lights went out a second time. Whatever had he done to her? It was one thing to strike a man who was bound, but another to strike him fairly when he was not. :.

-- Edited by Brandon Mason at 22:09, 2008-08-08