Title: The Gemini Syndrome
Author: Tab
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Completely original character based on the physical features of
Vin.
Notes: Set in a futuristic world that is warring between base hedonism and
the belief in goodness and morality.

Part 1

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The tall, muscular figure ambled in confused agitation through the haze of
the corridor.  The feminine screams grew louder with each step adding to the
pounding of his erratic heart.  Stopping in front of the ornate oak door, the
perspiration beaded on his forehead and upper lip.  Slowly, with a slightly
shaking hand, he reached out, turned the knob, and silently pushed into the
room.  More haze and smoke obscured his view ... but not the shrieks of agony
he heard across the room.  A morose curiosity kept him moving toward the
sounds.  Finally, the silhouette of two figures was seen engaged in sexual
combat.  He stared with dread, unable to move as the male figure slammed the
woman's cranium into the headboard of the bed in an attempt to heighten the
thrill of the moment.  Even through the density of the fog, her tearstained
face could be seen contorted in pain and fear.

"Keep screaming, bitch!" the hard, masculine voice burst out as his hand
cracked the side of her jaw.  "You know how it fuckin' turns me on!"

The loud screams were echoing as she saw the glint that appeared in his hand.
 Her screams turned to whimpers as the sharp blade of the menacing
switchblade swirled near her smooth cheek.

"I SAID KEEP SCREAMING!"

Suddenly, the switchblade was held high in the air as the fog overtook the
couple. Loud, sickening yelps and shrieks were heard as the blade was seen
plunging into the thick haze over and over ... liquid spurting everywhere.
 Then, and only then, did the tall, dark observer speak.  And it was only one
word.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

The maniacal figure stilled, lifting his blood covered head.  Turning, the
observer stumbled backwards in horrified disbelief as he stared into the eyes
... of himself.

"Hello Vincenzo ..." came the deep voice of his criminal mirror image.  A
long tongue ran over the full lips of the killer as he licked the edge of the
blood soaked switchblade.  "Catch me if you can ... before I go on to number
two."  A sickening laugh followed and slowly faded as the fog dissipated
revealing the hacked and mangled body of what had once been a beautifully
vivacious blonde.  Falling to his knees beside the bed, the observer only
stared in helpless disbelief.  No, he repeated to himself over and over.  No,
no, NOOO!

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Bolting straight up, Vincenzo sucked in great gulps of air.  Shivers racked
his sweat slicked body, his hand nervously rubbing his neatly sheared head
and moving down to his stubbled cheeks and chin.  The girl was always
different ... the place always varied ... but the essence of the dream was
always the same, night after torturous night.  Weary lids closed over deep,
dark eyes for a fraction of a second before tossing aside the damp sheets and
swinging long, muscular legs over the edge of the bed.  The air was cool as
it met with his heated form, still slick with perspiration raising to his
full, impressive height, he moved to the bathroom and ran the cold water in
the sink, splashing the liquid over his face.  Perferring to sleep unclothed,
the arcti droplets ran in rivulets down his naked form creating a sobering
chill across his hard chest and corded abdomen.  Grabbing the towel from the
rack behind him, he mopped the excess water and returned to the bedroom.

His mind whirled as he began the process of dressing.  Long legs slid into
tight leather pants.  Before fastening them, he slid the white, ten button
shirt over his head and tucked the hem neatly into the waistband.  The dreams
were more intense now than they had been a month ago.  His hand automatically
went to the lower  portion of his stomach where the downy hair began its
trail downward.  The significance of the area caused his teeth to grind.

Bastards!

Sitting on the bed and pulling on the dark, leather uniform boots, he stood
again and looked into the mirror.  Maybe today would be the day.  Maybe today
he'd find him. With a sigh,  he tucked the blaster into the holster at his side and moved to
the door. Another day ... another night to dream.
 
 
 
 
 

Part 2

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Full, perfectly formed breasts lifted and fell as the exotic beauty sighed.  Brushing back a large portion of the long, curly blonde curls and lifting her delicately boned wrist, she looked at her watch.  A quarter after midnight and the streets were as dead as a morgue.  Pushing her back from the side of the building, she smoothed the formfitting, slinky red dress and began her obligatory walk up and down her avenue, the thigh-high black stiletto boots stopping just below the hemline and offering a tantalizing peek at silky flesh.  As she reached the end and started the trail back, her smooth, coppery skin was illuminated by the soft, glowing light of the hovercraft as it stopped directly beside her.  A slow smile lifted the corners of her full lips as she moved to the window at the passenger's side, peering inside.

"Hey there, Harry.  Looking for a good time?"

A deep, male chuckle escaped the stocky man's throat as he shook his balding head slightly.  "Come on, Sable ... you know I'm on duty."  He looked toward her, glancing over her completely feminine figure. "Even if I wasn't, how would it do for a police officer to be found in a compromising position?"

Reaching her arm in through the opened window, long fingers trailed sensuously over the length of his disheveled tie.  "Aww, come on, baby.  Since when has being on duty ever stopped you before?"

His hand shot to her wrist, pulling her hand from him.  "I said NO, Sable.  Now BACK OFF."  He shoved her back, causing her to stumble in order to regain her footing.  Nervousness welled inside him as he looked into the surprise of the dark, almond shaped eyes.  His own ice blue eyes looked down as he extracted a small box from his pocket.  Flicking a button, a three-dimensional portrait appeared in the darkness of the vehicle.  "I'm looking for this guy.  Seen him around the streets?"

Sable stared at the representation.  Strong, dark, muscular ... the man was definitely powerful. Someone she would like to have come across in a dark alley somewhere.  Without taking her eyes from the hologram, she slowly shook her head.  "No.  I've never seen him before."  She willed herself to breathe.  "What did he do?"

He gave a frustrated snort.  "Classified and need to know."  Another flick and the man disappeared. Replacing the box to his pocket, hefty hands started up the hovercraft, creating the surge of air that lifted the vehicle from the ground.  "IF you see him, call me."  He gave her a sarcastic smile.  "You know the number, Sabe."  And, with a loud whoosh, the vehicle trailed off, leaving Sable blinking in confusion.

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Intense brown eyes peered from the covered alley way as Vincenzo watched the hovercraft speed upward and out of sight.  The blonde working girl looked shaken and he couldn't help but wonder what Harry DeCarpo wanted with her, besides the obvious.  Deciding to keep an eye on the girl, he started to step back and heard a faint clicking sound behind him.  His hand instinctively went to the blaster at his side, stopping short as he heard the shakey voice at his back.

"Don't even try it.  I mean it.  I'll waste ya.  I'll fuckin' waste ya."

"You don't want to do this," Vincenzo warned in  ominous tones.  "Trust me."

The owner of the other voice took a clumsy step forward.  "SHUT UP and turn around ... SLOWLY ... hands out."

Placing his hands as far out as possible, Vincezo moved from the shadows ... his face suddenly flooded by the lamplight.  "I'm serious, man.  You DO NOT want this."

"SHUT UP," the captor screamed again.  "And put your fuckin' hands behind your back."  And that was his biggest mistake ... allowing Vincenzo to move his hands out of sight.

Well trained hands grasped the tiny blaster that was lodged in the belt at the back of his tapered waist.  In a flash, the gun was brought forward as blue beams of laser light flew across the alley way.  Each shot made its mark, but not before a white hot beam seared across Vincenzo's lower shoulder causing a burnt gash on his upper arm.  Ignoring the pain, he moved forward and crouched beside the fallen body, watching the sickening puff of smoke that rose from the hole in his chest.  "Should've listened to me, man," he whispered as he replaced the blaster to its hiding place at his back.  "I told ya to trust me."He patted the lifeless cheek and stood, stealthily moving out of the alley way.

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The high pitched sound of blaster shots brought Sable whirling around, warm brown eyes instinctively flying to the commotion in the alley way.  She slid, moving her back to the wall as she saw the large figure sneaking from the area.  Suddenly, in the distance, the deafening sound of police sirens could be heard, spurring the figure to dart across the lighted street toward the dimly lit area near her.  As he moved closer, she recognized him as the man in the hologram and her heart jumped into her throat. Seeing the police hovercraft suddenly appear, she grabbed the fugitive's wrist and pulled him into the darkness of the alley way with her.  The vehicle's floodlights appeared, bringing a little more light into the crevices and she knew that the stranger would be instantly recognized if seen by the police.  Thinking
quickly, she reached on tiptoes and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a passionate kiss, her head adequately hiding his face from view.

As the floodlights dimmed, Sable pulled reluctantly away from the full, masculine lips, having been totally absorbed in the excitement of the kiss.  Her eyes slowly opened and looked up into his.  "I'm Sable," she breathed softly.

"Vincenzo," came the smooth, male voice.  He blinked, thinking how surreal this all seemed.

"They'll be on the lookout for you."  She took his hand and tugged.  "You can hide out at my place. They won't look for you there."

He shook his head vehemently.  "No.  I don't want you involved."  His arm hit the wall as he tried to move past her and cause him to take a deep intake of breath.

She chuckled.  "Come on, tough guy.  We need to get that wound taken care of."  Her eyes teased his as her hand moved suggestively up his chest.  "I promise ... I'll be gentle!"  With another tug of his hand, she lead him toward her building.

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A mirror image of the man watched as the two entered the building and walked up the steps.  Hard, brown eyes smiled maliciously.  "A tendancy toward the working women, huh big guy?"  A maniacal laugh erupted.  "Let the games begin, Vinnie.  Let the games begin."