Rage Against The Machine: Special Edition (Dan & Chloe Book 1)

by Flamank, Nathan L.

  He pulled his cock from his trousers and wrapped a pair of pink lacy panties around his shaft and quickly began to bring himself to orgasm. Within seconds he exploded, the pictures on the seat beside him soon covered with his seed.

  Rufus knew without shame or fear that he was insane, but unlike other like-minded people he revelled in this knowledge; knowing he was insane freed him from the constraints that society tried to impose on him. Knowing his desires, and his willingness to act on them lifted him to a higher plain; he saw the world for what it was; his playground.

  Rufus would find them and then he would kill Dan quickly, no messing around, the fact that he had failed twice ate away at him; if he hadn’t tripped on the roof he would have succeeded and he could be fucking Chloe right this very minute.

  Dan had proven to be a wily prey; not at all what Rufus had been expecting, but then Dan hadn’t been the intended target; George had. He had followed George, studied his every move, where he went, who he talked to, where he worked. Rufus had watched for a week before making his move.

  If Dan had been truthful with him last night then it was an inconvenience that George had been taken ill.

  Rufus had made the spur of the moment decision to switch targets and to offer Dan the same terms and conditions; survive seventy two hours and you get to walk away with your life, you get to live. It was as simple as that. It was a game, a sophisticated hunt that he, and many others, had partaken in on numerous occasions.

  Rufus thought, and not for the first time, whether it had been a mistake to switch targets like he had without doing any research on the newly acquired target but he had been in the zone, he’d had the bloodlust, and so he had decided to go with his instincts.

  His mobile phone rang out and he answered it on the third ring.

  ‘You were right,’ said a female voice, ‘They’re on the train to London.’

  Rufus smiled, he was just too damn good at this, ‘I thought as much, stay with them, but don’t make a move unless I tell you too.’

  ‘I know the drill Rufus, I’m not a virgin remember?’

  Rufus sniffed the newly soiled knickers.

  ‘I remember, and how are they doing; are they holding up under the pressure?’

  ‘You’re not going to believe this, but they’re in the next carriage down fucking each other’s brains out; like they haven’t a care in the world.’

  ‘That’s not fucking possible!’ Rufus screamed down the handset, ‘She shouldn’t be able to, she...’ Rufus went quiet, his rage palpable in the silence.

  ‘What are you on about Rufus?’

  Rufus threw the knickers onto the back seat and swept the pictures off the seat and into the foot well. He smashed his closed fist against the steering wheel.

  ‘Nothing,’ he finally managed, his blood was pumping making the veins in his temples throb, ‘Nothing, just don’t fucking lose them, call me when you get to London; I’m on my way.’

  Rufus cut the call and dropped the phone onto his lap. He fisted his hands and punched the steering wheel until they hurt.

  ‘Bitch!’ He screamed at the top of his lungs. ‘You complete cunt! I’ll make you pay for this outrage, you and that little fucking weasel!’

  Rufus snatched his phone up and punched in Chloe’s number; it went to her answering machine.

  ‘You cunt,’ he spat down the phone, ‘how dare you try to go against me, don’t you know who I am? When I find you, and I will, you cunting whore,’ Rufus was so enraged spittle flew from his mouth onto his windscreen, ‘I’m going to fuck you so much that you’ll forget what making love was ever about, you and Dan; I’ll fuck him so hard and I’ll make you watch me fuck him. You’re fucking with the wrong person, you’re finished; both of you!’

  He hung up and calmed himself. The idea of sticking it to a man repulsed him but he knew that it would hurt Chloe, that it would destroy her and that did arouse him, he liked the idea of her breaking under him.

  His breathing slowed down and finally he was under control. He could still win this, he’d make them both pay for their disrespect. He would enjoy breaking them; piece by piece until they lay shattered and torn and threw themselves upon his mercy.

  London wasn’t far and he had all the help at his disposal that he would need to find them, to break them and to ultimately kill them.

  Rufus started the engine and pulled away from the curb; in his rear-view window he saw the next floor up from Chloe’s burst into flame, the accelerant that he had poured into the stairwells must have ignited; there would be a lot of carnage and misery before the fire was finally put out.

  Rufus smiled, people deserved to die, that was what his father had told him, people were their playthings, solely to amuse them, and it was the reason why they were put on the earth; to die at his hands.

  “The next stop will be Paddington in approximately fifteen minutes” the train manager announced over the intercom.

  Dan looked at Chloe, ‘When we get to Paddington, we’ll head for Finsbury Park; there’s a direct train which goes to Hertford from there.’

  ‘Okay, but we need to get you some clothes, you can’t go around in that sweater in the city, you’ll attract a copper in minutes; besides, I could do with some extra clothes.’

  Chloe was seated opposite him; her skirt was now zipped up except for four of them so that the skirt hung in four squares. The front zip was open all the way up and Chloe had her legs wide open; he could see her knickers, a silvery lacy pair that did little to cover what lay beneath.

  ‘I hate wearing knickers but I’m still dripping wet; not sure if it’s yours or mine though.’

  She laughed as Dan put his face in his hands and hid his redness from her, ‘I’ve never met anyone like you Chloe.’

  ‘I’m unique; I have to tell you something.’ Chloe said.

  ‘Fire away,’ Dan replied removing his hands from his face.

  ‘You’re my first.’

  Dan looked nonplussed, ‘First what?’

  ‘Duh; you can be so backward, my first fuck; I was a virgin until about twenty minutes ago.’

  Dan choked, ‘What?’

  ‘It’s true,’ Chloe was smiling. ‘You took my cherry.’

  ‘Jesus Chloe, Really?’

  ‘Yeah, I mean, I’ve fooled around with a couple of guys, oral, that sort of thing, and I’m forever wearing the batteries out on my “rampant rabbit”, but my pussy was virgin soil as far as cocks are concerned.’

  ‘I don’t believe it, you’re so forward, so confident, the way you look, move, none of it seems virginal.’

  ‘I’m an enigma, but I was saving myself for that someone special to come along and you did.’

  ‘I don’t know what to say. I’d have never guessed,’ Dan replied. He liked knowing he was her first, it made her seem even more perfect, ‘You seemed so knowledgeable.’

  ‘I am, I’ve read a few books on it, well, a lot of books, and I absolutely love porn, but as for the real deal you were my first, and now I belong to you, I don’t want anyone else, though I think Steve was hoping it would have been him.’

  ‘Steve?’

  ‘My date last night.’

  ‘Oh yeah, I’d forgotten about him.’

  Chloe put her bare feet up on Dan’s lap and he stroked her calves. Chloe closed her eyes and smiled, ‘That feels nice.’ She was quiet for a moment and then said, ‘so you perv; how did it feel to corrupt a virgin?’

  Dan froze and Chloe burst out laughing, she just couldn’t keep a straight face. Dan playfully pushed her feet off of him and said, ‘I’m no pervert,’ and he laughed with her.

  ‘Now you’re learning.’

  London, ENGLAND

  Paddington; a little after 7 am and already the place was a hive of activity. Hundreds of people were walking around; either rushing to their connection or heading into the underground. Some commuters were heading out the main exit.

  The escalators were a continual belt of commuters struggling to catch their
tubes and the main concourse was loud as security announcements vied with vendors and the general noise of the crowds. Shops and cafes were already open for the rush hour.

  Dan and Chloe walked arm-in-arm towards a small coffee shop and they passed several armed Metropolitan police officers. Over the years as terrorism had escalated so had armed units and now they were pretty much on every street corner of every city across the country.

  Chloe said, ‘Perhaps we’d be safer staying right here for the next two days. Surely Colin wouldn’t make a move on us here?’

  ‘I don’t think armed cops would stop him; and besides if he used a silencer he could do us before anyone really knew what was going on, I don’t want to take that chance; do you?’

  ‘No; not really.’

  Chloe kept her head rested against his right shoulder; her face and hair hiding the dried blood on his sweater. They would buy a replacement as soon as they saw a clothing shop open for business. They walked past a pair of armed policewomen and they were openly watching Dan and Chloe. Dan was nervous; two armed officers could be a problem if they decided to get involved in their business and they walked close by. Dan breathed a sigh of relief when he heard one say to the other, ‘A little bit young, don’t you think?’ The other officer didn’t seem that bothered; perhaps she was more professional than her partner. Dan reddened slightly; he’d have to get used to it now as there was no way he was going on without Chloe; she meant too much to him, they’d been through too much together.

  Dan was thankful that before Chloe had gotten off the train that she had zipped up her skirt and slipped a small silver cardigan on over her tight top; she almost looked decent.

  They stopped at a coffee kiosk and Dan ordered two cappuccinos with two Danish pastries. They took seats at a table.

  ‘I heard what that cop said, I’m sorry if you’re embarrassed.’

  Dan smiled over his cappuccino and said, ‘I’ll have to get used to it I guess; and besides I wouldn’t be a gentleman if I dumped you so soon after taking your virginity.’ He was smiling but Chloe could see that he was embarrassed and she made a mental note to try and not be so sexually aggressive. She couldn’t help it though; stress had always made her horny, and the events of the night for some inexplicable reason made her hornier than she’d ever been. Chloe had no way of explaining her actions, especially under the current circumstances; she’d never been in a situation like this and her high levels of horniness had at first concerned her, within 30 seconds of meeting Dan she’d wanted him to fuck her. For a while she had thought that she might be crazy and then she realised where a lot of her feelings were coming from; she was in love with him. She’d realised that after about 5 minutes in his company and even now she was still feeling that initial warmth.

  Chloe hadn’t tried to fight her urges regarding Dan; before him she’d had three sexual encounters. The first had been a drunken blow job in a seedy club and the shame she had felt afterwards had been immense. The other two had been relationships that hadn’t progressed beyond oral sex. She felt a tingle in her groin as she looked at Dan; she could see the small scars on his knuckles; maybe he’d been a scrapper in his youth. Her eyes held his; their dark brown colour were so open she knew that he would never lie to her if she asked him questions about his past, but the pain that was also visible in his eyes made her wonder whether she wanted to ask.

  Chloe smiled at him.

  ‘What?’

  ‘Nothing; just thinking.’

  They finished their snacks and Dan said, ‘We’ll need to get some proper food inside us soon, we need to keep our energy levels up.’

  ‘We can head to Charing Cross, there’s a cafe there that I know; they do a decent breakfast, and there’s a men’s clothing shop right next to it.’

  Dan thought about it, and Chloe could see the indecision in his eyes.

  ‘I know you want to go straight to Hertford, but a couple of hours won’t kill us.’

  ‘Won’t it?’ Dan replied.

  Chloe sipped her drink, ‘If we go straight to George’s and the shit hits the fan we don’t know when we’ll next get the opportunity to eat, you need a new top too; and look at this way its easier to hide out in London than some rural town in Hertfordshire.’

  Dan nodded, she made sense and he said, ‘Charing Cross it is then.’

  Dan finished his coffee and felt the caffeine kick in.

  Chloe took his hand as they got up and she nodded in the direction of the two female police officers; they were openly watching them from across the concourse. Chloe snuggled into his shoulder; once more hiding the dried blood and they moved off quickly into the crowds.

  Dan could hear the sounds of the city coming in through the exit tunnels and he smiled; he always loved the city. Chloe saw him smile and offered him her own and he squeezed her hand; she squeezed back.

  Whatever lay ahead they both knew that they could rely on each other one hundred percent and they felt safe knowing that as a team they were stronger than when they were on their own.

  Dan followed Chloe down into the underground; down here among the endless tunnels and sterile platforms rush hour was in full swing and the platforms were packed to capacity. Pushing into the crowd they were soon sweltering hot and Chloe said, ‘Christ; I’m baking.’ She removed her cardigan; it was an innocent gesture on her part but the result was immediate. Dan instantly felt all male eyes on them, Chloe noticed too and smiled sheepishly up at Dan, ‘Sorry baby but it’s just too damn hot; I’ll faint down here.’

  Dan put his arm protectively around her. Chloe moved his hand down onto her ass. ‘Why break with tradition.’

  Dan nodded at her statement and bent his head down to her and whispered, ‘I don’t think I’m the only man in here with a hard-on.’

  Chloe laughed warmly and kissed his mouth. ‘I love you Dan.’

  ‘You too honey,’ Dan kissed her back, ‘I really mean that.’

  Chloe smiled, a warmth swept through her; she was finally loved the way she had always hoped; unconditionally, she could see it his eyes and felt it in the touch of his lips on hers. If she was crazy then it was the best kind of madness.

  Their tube arrived in a hiss of breaks and a gust of wind and they crowded onto the tube.

  Three connections later and they disembarked at Tottenham Court road. Holding hands; their fingers interlinked they headed up the escalators and out into the brightness of the city.

  They moved purposefully through the crowds; even at this early hour the city was busy; Dan always thought of London as the city that never slept. He let Chloe lead the way, pulling him along in her wake; he didn’t mind as her ass was swinging and he’d never grow tired of watching that.

  Five minutes later they were at the cafe and Chloe said, ‘Excellent the shop’s open too, go in the cafe and order two breakfasts; I’ll be back in a minute.’

  ‘Okay but be quick.’ Dan said as Chloe skipped along the pavement to the men’s shop.

  Dan went in and ordered their food and they headed back outside to the paved forecourt. The cafe was situated in Cecil’s Court; a small side road that branched off from Charing Cross. The cafe was sited between two bookshops.

  He sat down and waited for Chloe and their food.

  Chloe arrived first and handed him a carrier bag. ‘Put this on, it’s perfect for you.’

  Dan opened the bag and took out the dark coloured sweater. He looked around to see if they were being watched; they weren’t so he quickly removed his soiled sweater and slipped the new sweater on. Chloe lent over the table and removed the tags from its cuffs and collar.

  ‘Perfect, dark brown suits you.’

  ‘Thank you; I’ll give you the money in a minute.’

  Chloe shook her head dismissively, ‘No problem, call it a gift.’

  Dan nodded.

  Their table was shaded by tall Eucalyptus trees in huge terracotta pots and Dan felt the sun beginning to warm his face.

  ‘When I’m on a lunch break I
come down here, I like to browse the bookshops.’

  An Italian waitress arrived with their food, ‘Morning Chloe.’

  ‘Hi Teresa,’ Chloe replied as Teresa placed their plates before them, from a pouch on her apron she handed out silverware.

  ‘Coffee will be out in a minute.’

  Teresa lingered at the table and Chloe caught the hint. ‘Sorry, Teresa this is my good friend Dan.’

  ‘Pleased to meet you Dan.’

  ‘Likewise,’ Dan replied.

  Teresa smiled at him and then said, ‘I’ll go get your coffees,’ she smiled at Chloe as she left the table.

  Chloe leant over the table; Dan’s eyes went straight to her breasts; the black push-up bra acting like a homing beacon. She kissed him and said, ‘You’re obsessed.’ She laughed.

  Dan nodded, ‘I think I am; you’re perfect in every way.’

  Chloe smiled, ‘Thank you but I still fart in bed on occasion.’

  ‘Thanks for telling me.’

  The coffee was served and they both tucked into their breakfasts. They were hungrier than they had thought.

  It was only 7.30am but Dan could feel the heat from the sun and he knew that it was going to be an unseasonably hot day.

  ‘If we didn’t know different we could be two people just enjoying their breakfasts.’ Chloe said through a mouthful of bacon.

  ‘I know; I feel we should be moving, making plans; not stuffing our faces.’

  Chloe nodded in agreement. ‘We need this though; we can’t exist on coffee all day.’

  Dan forked some scrambled egg into his mouth and washed it down with the strong coffee.

  ‘We need to look at the CCTV footage from the club.’

  ‘And see George if he’s still alive,’ Chloe added.

  Dan stopped eating, ‘You think he’s dead?’