Date: Wed, 28 Jun 2000 02:56:11 EDT
From: Morbddream@aol.com
Subject: Crimson Tears - 9

Disclaimer: Illegal, theres an X for you to click. Too young, click.
Offended by homosexual anything ... wait ... you wouldn't be here if it
offended you. This story is not meant to imply anything about the sexuality
of any of the members of Nsync.

Note: I noticed I forgot the implications part of the disclaimer last
chapter. OOPS! This may not help any, but just in case:

The last chapter was still fiction, and still didn't imply anything about
the sexuality of any of the members of Nsync.

Better? I hope so.. :)

OK. I can't stop writing tonight! It's weird. I just finished chapter 8 an
hour ago, and here I am again. I bet that makes a couple of you happy... :)
I won't finish this *this morning*, but it'll be where you're reading it
right now by tomorrow. Enjoy!

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From Chapter 8:
	I picked a black stallion. Gail got a white, and brown spotted
mare. Vincent found a special breed of dragon. Red, with black horns
extending from it's skull. He laughed. "I got the best! Neener neener
neener!" He felt the tension in the air, and was trying to ease it a
little.  The JC, Chris, and Joey rode zebra-like mare's. Lance picked a
pure white stud. Justin got the other black. Anthony rode with Gail. He
didn't have the experience to control the wild horses that were left. We
started toward Camelot. "Wait. You guys have a Camelot, too?" Asked JC. I
shrugged. "I guess."
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Chapter 9:

	We rode for an hour, or two. The guys started bitching about how
hot it was, etc. Every now, and then Gail would throw a rock at one of them
with her mind. Joey only fell off his horse once. Because of Gail,
anyway. Eventually we could see Camelot on the horizon. I had never seen
it. It was the biggest castle on Derux. The invincible city, they call
it. The huge fortification around the castle, and city was an intimidating
sight. We approached the gate. Two guards were standing in our way. I was
expecting the classic "Halt. Who goes there?" but got "Who the hell are
you?" Anthony seemed to be hiding himself. Vincent stepped up. "I am
Vincent Gregors of the Camelot Academy of Magic. We must speak with the
King." The guards eyes flew open. "Vincent Gregors? Wasn't your Academy
attacked by a super power?" Vincent rolled his eyes. "Yes. May we please
speak with the king?" The guards moved out of our way. "All we can do is
let you in. You have to speak to the royal secretary for an audience with
his majesty." Vincent nodded, and we walked through the gate.

	The inside of this city was decorated with banners, proclaiming the
birthday of a Prince.  The people of this city were walking through the
streets, from one store to the next. Midwives, trying to keep their
children in line. Fathers preparing to take their sons on their first
hunts.  This was a busy city. There were at least twenty royal squires
running around, decorating the city for the birthday of the Prince. We
walked through the city until we heard a scream. Everyone stopped, looked
in the direction of the scream, and went back to their business. Another
scream.  This time it was ignored. A few heads shaking told us this was a
normal thing that none of them could do anything about. We decided we
could, and went in that direction.

	"You bitch! Stop screaming! Stay still!"

	"No! Please!"

	"Shut the fuck up!"

	We were about to step in when Anthony stopped us. "I'll take care
of this. Don't be too surprised when..." He didn't finish his sentence. He
walked toward the guard raping the young girl. "You, sir. What do you think
you're doing?" Anthony's words had so much power. "Go away, kid! Unless you
want the same thing this bitch is getting!" With a laugh he went back to
the young woman. "I suggest you stop. I'm sure you know the sentence for
what you are doing." The man grew angry, and threw the woman to the
ground. "Come here, you little fuck! I'm going to kill you!" He was too
angry to notice the rest of us, ready to defend Anthony. "Do not touch me,
or you will regret ever being born." He spoke with such courage. "Look, you
son of a bitch, I am a royal guard. You are a peasant. You can do nothing!
Now leave, or die!" Anthony did not change stance. The look on his face
remained the same. A small crowd had gathered. "I did not want it to come
to this, but I hereby sentence you to fifteen years in the dungeons, three
months of each year will be spent in the channels. At the end of your
fifteen years you will be brought to a place of execution, and hanged from
the neck until you are dead." The guard snorted. "And how do you figure you
can dot hat shit, huh?" He spat at Anthony. "A great sign of disrespect,
sir. This will give you 7 more years in the channels. You're wondering how
I can do this. Take a good look at my face. Whom do you see?" The guard
looked intently at Anthony. He suddenly hit the ground. "I apologize, your
majesty! Please, do not send me to the channels, please!" A few gasps from
the crowd, along with looks of confusion among our group. Anthony turned to
us. "That is right. I am Prince Anthony Camelot the Third." He turned back
to the guard. "Your sentence will be carried out immediately." He turned
back to us. "Would you please escort this man to the castle." He winked,
and smiled. We obediently walked over to the man, and grabbed him by the
arms. Pulling him up, we followed Anthony to the castle. Eyes were locked
on us as we walked through the streets of Camelot.

	Reaching the gates of the castle, the guards stopped us. "Who are
you, and what business do you have here. "I am tired of being stopped. We
have urgent matters with his majesty."  I think Anthony enjoyed tricking
the guards. "And who might you be, kid?" Anthony laughed. "I am death
himself. It is your King's time." The guard cocked an eyebrow. "Please,
kid. Our king is only thirty-six." Anthony laughed again. "You shouldn't
lie about my fathers age." The guards scampered out of the way. The royal
guard watched us closely. I had a feeling they didn't trust that Anthony
was the actual Prince. When we reached the door to the throne, Anthony
didn't wasn't to play anymore.

	"Who are you, and what business do you have with the King?" Anthony
sighed. "It has only been two fucking years." Gail slapped him upside his
head. He struggled not to laugh. "I have not changed that much. Just look
at me!" These guards scampered, as well. As soon as the doors opened three
guards rushed to us. "The King is not ready for you." Anthony did want to
play with his father. "Not ready for me? Not ready for a criminal? Not
ready for a guard that raped one of your citizens." Anthony had covered his
face with his robe. He looked like a thief. "I can't believe you would let
your guards get away with this!" The King was infuriated. "These are
serious charges! You should not have interrupted my meeting with the
council! You bring a lie into my throne room, and expect to live?" Anthony
then became infuriated. He ripped the robe from around his face. "Father, I
did not bring a lie into your throne room. I brought common filth. A
disgusting criminal! Gail, please bring that young woman to me." She left
the castle, in search of the young woman. "Father, I will not be a part of
an empire ruled by an incompetent King! If you cannot trust your citizens
when they bring a crime to you, then pigs like this can get away with
anything!" The King was speechless. "An ... Anthony? Is it really you?"
Anthony was turning red with anger. "Do not change the subject! The people
of this city knew what was happening to this young woman, but did
nothing. They knew you would not believe that your precious guard was
raping someone, and would sentence them to death for accusing one of such a
crime. You make me sick." Gail returned with the young woman. Anthony look
at her. She was about seventeen, with golden blonde hair down to her
shoulders. She was still crying. "This is the woman he tried to rape." He
grabbed her hand, and led her to the throne. He sat her down in his throne,
and knelt by her, holding her hand. He was talking so only his father, and
the girl could hear him. "Father, you give this girl justice, or I swear I
will build my own empire, and destroy you. I'm sure your people would
follow me, because of your mistrust, and lack of a heart."
*********************************A few days
later************************************************
	"It was nice of the King to let us stay here in the castle." Justin
was still acting like a child with a new playhouse. I smiled at his
innocence. "Yes, it was. I was surprised he was so harsh on that guard. I
mean sixty years in the channels, and if he survives that he'll then be
beheaded, resurrected, and fed to the lions. Sure, he committed a terrible
crime, but I think that was a little harsh!" Justin nodded. We were sharing
a room in the castle. The honored guests of his majesty Prince Anthony
Camelot the Third. It turned out Gail was his personal guard. Along with
Ryan. They escorted him to the academy, and were to protect him until his
sixteenth birthday, at which time they were to escort him home for the
ceremony. Anthony asked Gail to hide this from us, and hope our quest
brought us here in time. Anthony did not want us to think of him as a
Prince, but as a friend.

	"When is Anthony's party?" Asked Justin. "In two days." I was
working on a scroll for the King. In return for the rooms, food, and access
to the library, I had to create the magic scrolls his squires use to do
their chores. I finished, and turned my attention to Justin. My eyes shot
open, and I looked at the floor. "Sorry." I muttered. He laughed. "It's
OK. I'm not naked." I smiled. "You're pretty damn close to it." He looked
down. "Well, my robe is being washed. I don't exactly have anything else to
wear." I looked up. He was wearing a pair of silk boxers. "Why are you so
embarrassed? Does someone have a crush on me?" I knew he was kidding. I
laughed. "I think your ego is a little bigger than it should be." I winked
at him. His smile turned into a frown. "You really do have a crush on me,
don't you?" He was serious this time. I looked away from him.

P. O. V.  Vincent:
	"Damn it. Work you piece of shit!" I was tinkering with a harness
for my dragon. This harness would be able to control his fire breath. When
I wanted it to breathe fire, I would simply squeeze the reins, and it would
breathe fire. "I swear if you don't work this time, I'm going to give you
to the royal tinkerrers!" The royal tinkerrers were known far and wide for
their failures. I squeezed the reins lightly. A piece of uranium ore
flapped down to where the dragons neck would be. "YES!" I yelled. I ran off
to fit my dragon, not even realizing I was in my underwear.

P. O. V.  Gail:
	"Anthony! Get dressed! You have a meeting with Princess Elizabeth
in 5 minutes!" Anthony had locked himself int he bathroom. "No. I know
whats going to happen. Before I even see her, father is going to tell me
about some agreement, and that I'll have to marry her! I don't even like
girls, damn it!" Gail thought about it for a moment. "First off, don't you
ever say anything like that again! Secondly, if you don't want to marry
her, you don't have to. I know who you're interested in, so I will defend
you until your father tried to set you up with him!" She heard the lock on
the door click. The door opened, and there stood a fully dressed, smiling
Anthony.  "Thank you. How did you know I like him?" She laughed. "Ever
since he became an angel you've been drooling over him. It's all too
obvious!"

P. O. V.  Jacob:
	"I'm sorry. I'll leave you alone." I stood to leave the
room. Justin touched my shoulder.  "No. It's OK. For one thing, you're as
close to naked as I am. For another, I don't mind. You can fantasize about
my body all you want. Just keep it in your head." He smiled, and walked to
the bed. "I'm gonna take a nap. Tell me when my clothes get back, K?" I
nodded.

P. O. V.  Justin:
	I was kicking myself for not telling him. I had to try, and
sleep. I couldn't leave the room 'cause of my lack of clothes. The only
place I could go to think was my dreams.

P. O. V.  Lance:
	"JC? I'm going to the library. I'll be back in a while."

	I walked down the hallway to the library. I walked through the rows
of books, looking for anything of the powers of the heavens. I found what I
was looking for. I sat down at one of the huge oak tables in the center of
the room. I opened the book, trying to keep my mind on it. My mind kept
wandering to a certain Prince...

P. O. V.  JC:
	'He's gone.' I thought. 'Now's my chance.' I slipped out of the
bathroom, and headed toward Gail, and Anthony's room. 'I have to tell her
how I feel. I hope she doesn't think I don't trust her. It's just that
Vincent I don't trust.'

P. O. V.  Chris:
	"Joey! Where are you?" I searched the room, but he wasn't
there. 'Damn it. He has to disappear when I need to talk to him. In this
huge castle, too! Damn it!' I began my search.  I walked past the
library. 'Nah ... he wouldn't be in there! Too many books.' I continued
down the hall until I found the kitchen. 'Of course!' I opened the oak
door. There was Joey, eating everything he could get his hands on. "Hey,
Joe!" He looked at me with a mouth full of food. He swallowed. "Hey,
Chris. Whats up?" I sat down next to him. "Have you noticed the way Justin
has been acting around Jacob? Lance has been kinda weird around Anthony,
too." Joey looked confused. Big surprise. "What do you mean?" I laughed. "I
mean Justin has completely fallen for Jacob, and Lance is halfway there for
Anthony." He looked shocked. "Justin, and Lance are gay?!"  I almost fell
off the chair laughing. "Oh. You're serious. You have a problem with that?"
Joey shook his head. "No, no. I have a problem with them telling you, and
not me!" I smiled. "They didn't tell me. It's obvious."

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OK, thats it. Tell me what you thought! TruAmricanBadAss@AOL.com. I know, I
know. The perfect matches when it comes to crushes. Hey, it's destiny. ;)
Anyway, it's almost 5 A.M. so if this part sucks, be gentle. The P. O. V.
changes a good idea, or not? Comments, suggestions, etc., are greatly
appreciated. Good night everybody!