Date: Fri, 5 Jan 2001 02:33:00 EST
From: Morbddream@aol.com
Subject: Crimson Tears - 24

Disclaimer: This is a work of complete fiction. It is not meant to imply
anything about the sexuality's of any of the members of Nsync. If you are
too young to view this document, please leave.

Note: Sorry for all of the delays recently. A member of my family is in the
hospital. The ICU, actually, so I've been spending most of my time
there. He should be completely stable soon, so the delays may get shorter,
and shorter. Sorry again. One more thing. I forgot to mention that I don't
follow the Nsync of real life. I don't know anything about them, really.
Other than what they look like, that is. So, if I contradict something
about them... Leave it alone. :) Also, if I turn back the hands of time,
and have their appearances magically change to what it once was... That
means I didn't like something one of them did to their hair, or
whatever... That I didn't see it, or that I'm making it up for lack of
knowledge. That said... On with the story!

-LilAlfie

P.S. I remembered how terrible my appearances were early on, so I'll be
re-describing a few of those characters introduced early on. I'll try to
find creative ways to do it, but they may seem corny and obvious... It's a
hard thing to do...

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From 23:
	A huge explosion could be seen from the dock. Pieces of the jail
splashed into the water.

"Never again." I whispered as I stepped onto the ship.

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Chapter 24:

	As Isaiah said, the Captain of the ship quickly agreed to take us
anywhere we wanted to go. The guard from Luna was standing at the edge of
the ship, looking over. I walked up to him slowly, trying to determine
whether, or not he was sick. When I realized he wasn't, I tapped his
shoulder gently. He spun around, and smiled. "Sorry about that." He said,
turning back to the sea. "About what?" I stepped up next to him. "Tagging
along without asking someone. It was rude.  I do, however, have a reason."
He sighed as he finished his sentence. He was remembering something.
"Reasons?" A tear fell, disappearing into the crystal blue water below.
"I'm not exactly from here." He started, softly. It was obvious that pain
accompanied this memory. "I've only been here five long years. I don't know
how it happened, nor why it happened." He was avoiding a certain part of
the memory. The center of the pain, it seemed. "I just showed up here one
day. I was almost killed. I had never seen a dragon in my life!" More tears
fell as he got closer to the end of his story. "Where are you from?  Maybe
we can get you home." I said, confident that the captain would do anything
if I asked. The guard laughed, not believing that I could do it. "I'm from
a place that you've probably never even heard of. I'm from Florida."
"Florida?!" Joey had been walking by. "You're from Florida?" He said,
running up to the guard.  "Yes, I am. You've heard of it?" Joey chuckled
nervously. "Yeah, I've heard of it. I'll be right back. Don't move." He
practically stumbled over himself running toward the cabins.

	"So, What's your name?" I said, recovering from Joey's
reaction. "Everyone calls me Cletus, here." He chuckled softly. "It means
'summoned.' My real name is Logan." Feet shuffling behind us made us
turn. Joey was back, along with Justin, Lance, JC, and Chris.  Logan looked
at me, confused. Thinking Florida was a town I hadn't heard of, I returned
the look.  "You're from Florida?" They all asked in unison, excluding
Joey. "Yes, I am." They all looked at each other, surprised. "You're from
our dimension?" Shock was evident on Logan's face. "You're all...?" They
nodded before he finished his sentence. "There's so much I want to ask
you. Has it changed? Is it worse? Do you know anyone by the name of Taylor
Patterson?" At that moment, it hit me. I turned Logan to face me, looking
into his eyes. I held him there, reading everything. His emotions, fears,
and memories. I let him go, staggering from the wave of emotions that hit
me.  Anger, fear, sadness. They were slowly mixing, forming the most
dangerous emotion. Pure rage would soon be taking over his body if
something wasn't done. "I understand." I said, simply.  He looked at me,
dazed. "I've met some strange people during my stay here, but none like
you.  I could feel you just turning the pages of my mind. Please don't do
that anymore."


***

	"They shouldn't have destroyed them so easily." Altimus was
hovering above his throne.  "Yes, sire. They have grown more powerful than
we anticipated." Malak stood before the ball, looking down. "Why didn't you
destroy them when you had the chance?" Malak looked at him.  "Celeste
intervened. I was so close to destroying them. She told him most of the
story, but neglected the most important details." Altimus flashed, and fell
to the throne. A tall figure emerged from the shadows. His long black hair
brushed the pure black marble floor. His robes were also black. Everything
was black, other than his skin. His skin had no color. It was whiter than
fresh snow on the highest peaks of the highest mountain. "He must never
know the whole story. Kill her." A look of surprise and confusion spread
over Malak's face. "Kill her? I can't do that!" Altimus laughed. "So
weak. I don't know why I allow you to exist."


***

	I left them to talk with Logan on the deck. I rolled over in my
bed, unable to sleep. I sat up, moving the blanket from my body as I did. I
stood and walked to the mirror. I stopped, and looked.  I studied the form
in the mirror. I was much bigger than before. The usual crystal blue color
of my eyes wasn't as bright as always. I was exhausted. Four hours had
passed since I left the deck. I looked down my body, noticing how much
bigger all of my muscles were. My stomach was flat, but not defined. When I
saw a hint of definition in my ABS, I usually tried to erase it by eating.
I prefer not having over developed muscles. My body was hairless from my
waist up. A small trail of light blond, almost white, hair trailed down
from my navel. It disappeared under the waistband of my shorts. When my
shorts ended, the hair continued, covering my legs in more light colored
hair. I followed my body back up, stopping again at my face. I smiled,
showing small dimples on each side. My hair was spiked on one side where
the pillow had pushed it up.  "Why can't there be a single cute person in
the world not be conceited, too?" Justin asked from the second bed in the
room. I looked over my shoulder and smiled. "That would be two worlds,
now." He though about it and nodded. "Well, at least I'm not sleeping in
the other bed because I want to." I smirked and walked back to my bed. I
pulled the blanket over me, and rolled to face Justin. He rolled his eyes
and got out of his bed. He walked across the room and pulled the blanket
down. He literally jumped into the bed, and pulled the blanket back up. He
rolled to face me and smiled. "Happy?" I leaned in and kissed him lightly.
I expected him to end it there.  Instead he draped his arm around me,
lightly rubbing my back. I parted my lips, and extended my tongue, touching
his lips. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth, letting my tongue
massage his. He ran his tongue over mine, barely able to move it. I pulled
back and looked at him.  I smiled as his eyes slowly opened. I gave him a
quick kiss, and pulled him close. He pressed his forehead against mine. My
eyes drooped until I couldn't open them with any amount of force.


	My dreams weren't fragmented memories as usual. Instead, I was in a
strange place full people. They were wearing strange clothes. The magic in
this place was intense. My body was glowing. It was drawing all of the
magic it could because of the surplus in this place. The glow faded as my
body was satisfied. As soon as this happened as dark cloud covered the
sun. A voice boomed through the blurred scenery. The people became blurred.
I couldn't make out anything. "I will avenge..." I sat up in bed. The sun
was warm on my face. The ship wasn't moving. Justin was still asleep. I was
still amazed at how much these people slept. I heard footsteps outside the
cabin door. I slipped out of bed, and but my robes on. I walked to the door
and opened it. I stepped out, looked around, and saw a huge castle, even
bigger than Camelot.  "So, this is Fortuna?" Chris walked by my door,
stopping just as he passed it. He leaned to one side and peeked into the
door. "Isn't that your bed?" I nodded. Chris chuckled. "I guess I was right
when I told him there wasn't a man on earth that would want him." I smiled
and looked back to the castle. "We're going to have to find our way through
that thing." I was nervous. I didn't know what was going to happen. The
king of Fortuna was known for his decisions. He made decisions instantly,
and stuck to them. It was either yes, or death. That's how this city had
kept it's peace for so long. I knew there would be a possibility of him
wanting to keep the peace even longer. Therefore sentencing us to death.
There was no way we could fight an entire army alone.


***

	"They've reached Fortuna, Master!" Screeched an imp. The imp
suddenly exploded, pieces of it's body splattering on the wall. "I know
that, you stupid creature! I know everything."  Altimus was especially
angry. "It doesn't matter. The one thing I can't see is sure to be a
success. Malak will succeed. There is too much at stake for him to lose."
The imps jumped and screeched. "Silence! I don't know why I talk to you
pathetic creatures. I know you'd turn on me in an instant if you had the
power."


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I'm gonna end it here so I can get this out. I apologize once again for the
delay. I don't want to go through all the backspacing, highlighting,
deleting ... so I won't change the note at the top. The family member
that's in the hospital is out of the ICU, and I don't spend as much time
with him. I should be able to spend a LOT more time writing, so the delays
should be over ... if my luck decides to stop involving family emergencies,
that is... Anyway... Feedback! C'mon..  Morbddream@AOL.com You don't have
to like the story to e-mail me.. e-mail me and say you hate it... Just
e-mail me. :) If that's too much trouble ICQ me... 91084755... IMs,
too. I'm always on Morbddream. I know this is a little late, but... Merry
Christmas, Chanukah, Solstice, or whatever you celebrate. Byeeeeeeeeeee!
(My cousin always uses the extra E's... It's kinda rubbed off..  <G>)