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FanFic
The Richard Dawson Experience
Last UpDated: 13 July 2001.
Site Copyright © 2000-2001. Lisa Inc., All Rights Reserved.
Story Copyright © 2001. Rhonda "StuntChick36" Inc., All Rights Reserved.
DAMON'S REVENGE
OR
ICS'S LEAST WANTED MAN: DEAD OR INCINERATED
It's over.
All of the monitors in the control room go black. The sound cuts from the hum of the crowd to ear-splitting white noise.
Damon Killian is dead.
The whole world just watched his demise on national primetime television. He shot like a rocket into, strangely enough, into a billboard of himself. Talk about being into yourself. If conceit had a personality, it'd definitely be Damon Killian.
The flaming module that Damon was riding in has finally begun to burn itself out. But no search party will be called out. Not one person. No body will be recovered...because he's not dead.
That's right. Damon Killian is NOT dead.
There seems to be a sight of life over there, in the "Running Man" arena. Under a pile of garbage and broken cinder blocks, a cut-up hand sticks out. The fingers twitch as it begins to dig itself out. Slowly, the rest of the body emerges from the rubble. Damon Killian triumphs once more.
"Can't....kill me," he says to no one. "I'm invincible!! You bastards!"
He laughs as he staggers out of the debris and brushes himself off.
"Wardrobe!"
Nobody answers. He's very pissed.
"Where the fuck is wardrobe!"
Just then, a bright light shines on him. He shields his eyes from the brightness.
"Shine time is over, Killian!" says a rough masculine voice. Other voices can be heard in the background.
"Kill him!" "Let's get him!" "Grab that fucker!"
Damon starts to panic. He takes off running as the mob closes in on him. He notices that he's severely outplayed. Some of the mob have motorcycles, someone even got Electro's car working again.
He runs around a corner and manages to hide behind some twisted steel framework. The crowd passes him by...for now.
"What the hell is goin' on?" he says.
He carefully comes out from his hiding place. He takes off his jacket and tosses it aside.
"Wonderful. Now what do I do?"
He hears a noise from behind him. He bolts off down an alleyway. As he looks behind him to get a look at who's tailing him, he trips and stumbles over some broken concrete blocks. Laying face down in the dirt, he quickly turns over and assumes a defensive posture.
"Wait! Whoa....hold on a minute!!"
"Relax, you jackass. I'm not going to hurt you."
It's a young lady. She is dressed in a tight, black spaghetti strap top, black cargo pants, army boots and leather motorcycle jacket. She's got a shotgun strapped to her back, and a pistol on her hip.
"Who are you?" Damon asks nervously.
"Melisa. That's all you need to know. Now come on. Let's go."
She helps him to his feet. She notices that he's not as big as appears on the television.
"I always thought you were taller," she teases.
"Funny thing, television. Adds about ten feet to you."
She leads him down to the other end of the alley. They start walking toward a bright blue light.
"Why is everyone after me?" he asks.
"Simple. They're chasing you because you're supposed to be dead. I'm helping you because I used to think you were the sexiest guy on the tube. Until I found out you're a complete asshole."
He's a little surprised by her remarks. "What? Who said I'm an asshole?"
"The question is, Killian, who doesn't think you're an asshole."
Now he's getting a little cocky. "I don't."
She counters with her own attitude. "Naturally."
They don't speak for a while. Then Damon breaks the silence. "Where are we headed? I don't recognize this part of the arena."
"Looks different when you are the Running Man."
The mob storms around the corner. As they get closer, they see that Killian is still walking, and he's got company. He stops cold in his tracks.
"I think we got trouble."
She pulls out a pair of micro-binoculars. It's the mob alright. "Yeah. Sure do. Over here. Hurry!"
She grabs his arm and leads him up a metal ramp. They make their way through an endless maze of dead ends and door ways. They finally stop and let the angry mob pass by again. He sits down on the ground. For the first time in his career, he's scared. But these feelings leave him when he sees Melisa, with her gun drawn, guarding the door.
"What are you doing?" he asks.
"What does it look like. Making sure those creeps don't come back."
He's stunned. Someone whom he never met until today is defending him.
"We better wait here for a while," she says. "Start collecting some stuff to burn."
He's not in the "take orders" mood. "Why are you ordering me around? Do you know who I am?"
She gets right in his face and grabs him by the collar. "Yeah. A dead man. Now get going."
He steps back from her as she lets him go. He considers what she said. She turns around and walks away. She sets her gear down, then bends down to tie her boot. Damon notices her perfectly shaped behind. He is mesmerized by it.
"Did anyone ever tell you that you have a nice ass?"
She's stands up quick and turns around. "Wow," she thinks. "Damon Killian, the hottest man on television likes my ass!" But she wants him to think that she's not impressed at all.
"Why don't you start thinking with the head on your shoulders instead of with the one in your pants!"
He smirks at her. "I'm sorry." He puts his hand on the front of his pants. "It's just that it's so hard..."
Now she's interested, and it's beginning to show through. "What?"
"I mean...it's so hard...to think about anything else."
She approaches him slowly, almost sexy-like. "How hard is it?"
He is now standing face to face with her. He takes her hand and puts it on his cock.
"About that hard."
She's turned on instantly. Slowly she moves her hand up and down the front of his pants, feeling his bulge get bigger.
"Wow."
He starts to undo his trousers. She grins seductively as he drops his pants to the ground. She reaches inside his shorts and pulls out his big, rock hard cock.
"Yeah...that's it, Melisa. Oh yeah....."
This is what she's been wanting to do for a long time. Her number one fantasy has come true: to suck Damon hard.
She takes him into her mouth and massages him. He sighs with pleasure.
"Oh yeah.......that's it. Suck it off....yesss....."
She still can't believe it. Here she is with his dick in her mouth, and he's taking her clothes off. When she stops for a breath, he whimpers to her.
"Oh, Melisa......let me fuck you......"
She quickly throws her shirt off and takes off her pants. As soon as her pants are off, he lays her down on her back on a slab of steel. He quickly enters her tight spot.
"Damon....oh my....God....."
"Yeah...........lemme fuck that pussy.....uhhn....uhnn"
They moved as one, with Damon in control. Then he gets an idea.
"I wanna....see your ass....when I come..."
Still connected, he helps her turn over. She obviously like this position better.
"Yes, Damon....oh yes... oh yes, fuck me! Harder..........ahhh!"
He's just about to be driven over the edge. He loves it when she yells his name. He begs for her to do it again.
"I'm....gonna.....come... Scream my...........name...."
"OH! YES!!!! Damon.........ah...ah......ah.........ahhhh!!!!!!!!"
"Yeah...yeah.......oh yes......Melisa......oh!"
It was as if the earth exploded around them. Neither one of them ever had a moment of passion like that before. Ever. They looked at each other in amazement.
Once they redress, it's back to running. They leave their hiding place and trek out again. The once blue light in the distance is getting clearer. Melisa points to the glow.
"There it is. Your freedom," she tells Damon. "The outside world."
He's a little nervous at the prospect of having to start all over again. "I probably should have died in that crash. What am I gonna do when I get out there?"
"Get a job. Like every other peon in the city. Who knows. Maybe Ben Richards will hire you to wash his dog..."
He's not amused. "Oh, fuck you."
"You did. Remember?"