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This story is intended for the enjoyment of adults over the age of 18 or 
whatever the legal age is in your part of the universe. It contains fantasy 
scenes of graphic sexual activity.   Please, if you are under the age of 18, 
or if you may be offended by such material, use your intelligence and read 
no further - delete the file.  Otherwise ....enjoy!


Protection
Book One of a Political Saga

By

Nessus


Chapter Eleven

I considered suicide at least every other day but I finally admitted I 
didn't have the courage. It wasn't the thought of death that concerned me, 
in fact, I knew I would welcome it. I was confident I could kill myself 
efficiently and I was afraid of a long lingering death.

Time dragged on with loneliness and frustration my only companion. A month 
after my last visitor, I waited for the fax machine to hum into life with a 
promise of something that would break the monotony but it remained silent. 
As the days slipped by and the food dwindled, the thought occurred to me 
that Jennifer and Chorister Wolf had forgotten me. Out of sight and out of 
mind.

One day, as I sat in my usual position near the window, staring out at the 
flat unappealing landscape under the clear blue sky when I saw a vehicle in 
the distance. As it got closer, I saw it was a jeep of some kind and was 
heading directly towards the fence.

My heart pounded as I watched the vehicle pull up and saw Chorister Wolf 
emerge, still dressed in black and still with black glasses hiding her eyes. 
I was sure she was here to finish the job, to kill me and I realised I 
didn't care.

The door opened and she towered over me, face expressionless. "You look a 
real mess," she observed. "When did you last shower?" She walked towards the 
television set and DVD player.

I cleared my throat in readiness to speak.  Real conversations in the past 
three months had been rare, although I had debated and discussed things with 
myself many, many times. "I can't remember," I said honestly.

Wolf slipped a DVD into the player and turned the set on. "Watch this."

It was a collection of news stories. I watched with trembling heart as the 
polished newsreader stared into the camera and announced that `Harvey 
Garret, renowned feminist' had died that day. I had to laugh bitterly when I 
saw the date of my so-called demise coincided with my first video 
performance of masturbation. Now I knew the date on the white cardboard was 
another taunting gesture from Jennifer.

Apparently, after a lingering for a little while in hospital after the 
stroke with Jennifer constantly at my side, I died peacefully in my sleep. A 
nation mourned and Copeland and the Prime Minister waxed on how I had been a 
future leader and this were a tragic loss for the country. . How fucking 
sad! My eyes pricked as I saw my brothers carrying the coffin and my father 
walking slowly behind it in the grey rain, accompanied by Jennifer.

"Bitch," I muttered, struggling with my emotions.

The next series of stories showed Jennifer scoffing at the idea that she 
should stand in my place at the coming by-election caused by my death but 
after a few weeks, she was agreeing to stand. She `gave in' to the demands 
of the people. The polls indicated it would be a landslide as she was the 
nation's favourite widow.

The screen went dark and I turned to look up at Wolf. "Did she win?"

Chorister nodded. "A few days ago. She's now a Member of Parliament."

"That's what this whole thing was about, wasn't it!  It was all planned to 
get her elected!"

"Wolf nodded again. "Yes. PFPP picked you and sent her after you." She 
shrugged. "It worked."

"What's next, Prime Minister?" I said bitterly.

"Cabinet Minister next. Then PM." She stared down at me and my pulse 
quickened.

"So, you're here to kill me? Sent by Jennifer to get rid of the evidence?"

"Jennifer doesn't issue those instructions. I told Jennifer you died two 
weeks ago, told her you killed yourself. She believes you are dead."

"I thought about it."

"We thought you would. In a strange way, you are dead, aren't you? So, you 
have a choice. Harvey Garret has to remain dead and can not exist." She 
opened her coat and I saw the gun. "I can kill you now and destroy your body 
or we can use the resources of PFPP to build you a completely new identity, 
a new life."

"Why would you do that? What use am I to you?" I said bitterly and suddenly 
I was ashamed as a tear rolled down my cheek.

"Everyone has their uses. A warning, my little friend, the change of 
identity will involve surgery and radical techniques, as you must change 
completely with no hint of your former identity. It will be drastic."

"I don't care," I muttered.

"It will be painful and difficult. We have technology that is not available 
to anyone outside the PFPP."

"You don't understand," I said. "I don't care either way. I don't care if 
you kill me or change me. I just don't care."

"You're leaving it to me?" I shrugged and sat with my head bowed as another 
tear rolled down. A breeze swept through the open window and felt cool 
against my naked skin. Wolf put a hand on her weapon and stared down at me 
through those dark glasses. We remained that way for a moment, then she 
sighed and walked to her car. Through the window, I saw her on a cell phone 
as she paced around the car. I had been telling the truth. I just didn't 
care.

She returned and tossed a small bag on the floor. "Go and have a shower, you 
smell really badly. There's a pair of my old jeans and a shirt in there. 
They'll be big on you but better than nothing."

"Then what?"

"Someone will pick you up and take you away. You'll be unconscious all the 
way and then the process will begin. It will be tough."

For some reason I wanted to keep in contact with Chorister, as she was the 
only remnant of my old life. "Will I see you again, after the surgery and 
all that?" I asked and she shrugged.

"I keep turning up, don't I?" She gave a quick smile and looked at me again. 
"Do you want to change your mind? The change will be dramatic?"

"I'll leave it to you, Chorister. I don't really care."

"Have your shower. They'll be here soon. And you'll have to wear the hood."

End Chapter Eleven
(Nessus29@hotmail.com)
Author's Note:
Thanks for reading. This is my most ambitious work to date and it has a 
strange plot, unfolding as I work and I'm interested to see if it all fits 
together at the end. I'm clear about the first book and there are ideas for 
a second. Time will tell.
As always, interested in your comments (nessus29@hotmail.com) and all other 
Nessus stories are archived at www.asstr-mirror.org
By the way, the title is from the Massive Attack song "Protection". It will 
all fit together at the end if you listen to the song.

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