Date: Sun, 11 Mar 2001 18:13:16 -0800
From: Druid 555 <ardcypher5@hotmail.com>
Subject: D-Evolution Chapter 15

Hey everyone!  I'm back with yet another exciting chapter of D-Evolution!
Amazingly, you didn't have to wait for three months like the last time. :P
Anyway, I'd like to send out a big thank you to the folks out there who
have helped me along in my little endeavor.  First off, thanks to Mystery
for being my pretty little editor and one hell of a kick ass chica!
Second, thanks to my Vicious Sex Kitten Gabriella (MSR), Kat (How Can You
Love Me) and MJ (Shape of My Heart) for giving me all the encouragement
that I could ever need.  And finally, thanks to Neto and Priscilla for
kicking me in the ass and getting me to type faster! :)

While you're here, check out some of my favorite stories:

MSR-Gabriella
How can you love me, Eternally Yours, etc.-Kat
Shape of my heart-MJ
Kevin and Justin-Peter Kamphuis
Brian and Me-DLS
Search and Rescue-MH
*And anything else that I'm too damn brain dead to remember!*

--My stories are hosted on Kat's Slash Fiction site at
www.angelfire.com/boybands/KathFiction/Main.html along with some other kick
ass authors.

--Or you can visit my own newly made site at
www.angelfire.com/boybands/druid555/index.html where I will also be hosting
other writers in the near future along with my own work.

Disclaimer:

Yes!  I DO own them!  I use them around the house for decoration, menial
chores and manual labor (except for Lance who is chained to Gabriella's
bed, Chris who is filling in for Kat's foot stool, and Kevin who is Neto's
new house boy)!  If you want to know their actual sexualities...GET OVER
IT!  It's none of our damn business!

Do not read this if:

1) You are too young to be doing so.
2) It is illegal to read this type of material in your area.
3) You are offended by homosexual material and/or situations.

If none of the above applies to you, continue reading and enjoy the show!


D-Evolution

Chapter 15: **Seeing Pink**

	As a unit we all swung our heads around toward the snarling voice
and were quickly pushed aside by a seething pink-headed vessel of pure
whoop ass.  Stopping in front of Danielle, she fixed her with a baleful
glare.

	"I told you bitch, take your hands off my boy!" growled the enraged
singer.

	Glancing momentarily at the young woman with naked contempt, Dani
ignored her and turned back to what she was doing.  Chris tightly closed
his eyes as she again raised her hand to strike.  However, before the blow
could be dealt, he heard an ear-piercing yell followed by the sound of
flesh meeting the concrete floor.  Gathering up what little self-control he
had left, he forced himself to open his eyes and was horrified by what he
saw.  In the middle of the floor, Danielle was on her back with Pink
straddling her.  The singer was pounding away at her target's body with a
horrible ferocity.  AJ, after getting himself together, pulled Chris away
from the two women into a tight embrace.  The shorter man tried to burrow
his body into his boyfriend's chest in an attempt to get away from the
violence.  Alex whispered soothing words into his ear while stroking his
hair in an effort to comfort his trembling and whimpering lover.

	"Make them stop, AJ.  Please make them stop," Chris whispered
almost too softly to hear.  As the fighting escalated, his whimpers turned
into sobs that wracked his entire body.  Unwilling to leave his hysterical
lover, Alex turned his gaze to us in silent askance.  Getting the message,
Howie and I both rushed forward and pulled the two women apart.  Pink's lip
had been split and it bled as she strained against my grasp in an attempt
to continue the beating.  Danielle was kicking and screaming in Howie's
arms.  Her face was bloodied and her right eye was already a very
noticeable purple.

	As she was fighting to break loose, Danielle kept screaming,
"Fucking let me go you bastard!" but there was no way she was getting out
of this until Howie let her go.  Pink had already stopped struggling, but
was still looking at the other woman with murder in her eyes.  Not seeing a
way to solve this problem on our own, I yelled into the hall for the
bodyguards.  Within a minute, the room was filled with a bunch of really
confused muscle-bound men.  Quickly being given the short version of what
had happened, they took Danielle bodily from the room STILL kicking and
screaming.  I was amazed that the psychotic bitch hadn't gone hoarse yet.
When Pink's security got there, they took one look at her and demanded that
she go see the venue's on-call medic.  She, of course, had to be stubborn
about it.

	"I don't need to see no fucking doctor!" she snarled at the men.
Seeing the determined look on her face, her bodyguards looked to me for
help.  Sighing to myself, I turned her around so that I was looking her in
the eye.

	"Alecia," she bristled at the use of her name, "your lip looks bad
and I think that it's gonna need some stitches."  When she opened her mouth
to protest, blood began to trickle from the wound again.  "Look, you're
bleeding all over the place so you're going to get it looked at!" I ordered
in the sternest voice that I have.

	Because of the tone, she blinked at me owlishly for a moment before
reluctantly nodding her head in agreement.  She still didn't look too
pleased by the idea and that was evidenced when she stuck her finger in my
chest and backed me into a wall.

	"Fine! I'll go!  But you have to do something for me now.  First, I
want you to make sure that Chris is taken care of and then I want you to go
make sure that that fucking skank gets what's coming to her!  Do ya get
me?!" Her gaze never wavered once as she told me this and I simply nodded
my head to tell her that I understood.  Smiling in satisfaction, She went
over to run her hand soothingly down Chris' back before placing a gentle
kiss on top of his head and allowing herself to be lead out of the room.

	Now that Pink was gone, I was able to turn my attention to the pair
still clutching each other on the room's only sofa.  It broke my heart to
see the terribly haunted look in Chris' eyes and hear his broken sobbing.
I had seen this type of reaction in a female friend of mine who had been
the victim of abuse.  Unfortunately, the fear and self-loathing left behind
by her abuser had eventually led her to take her own life.  As I felt my
heart grow cold at the thought of Chris doing the same, the room was
suddenly filled with the rest of the guys.  Seeing the state of their band
mate and friend, the guys started firing questions at AJ, Howie and me
until they managed to get the whole story from us.  The guys from NSync
were sickened to find out that Dani, a person whom they had considered a
close friend for years, could do such an atrocious thing to the man she
supposedly loved.  I could see that they were all probably blaming
themselves for not seeing it sooner, and I hoped that they would eventually
see that this situation wasn't anyone's fault but Dani's.  As she came into
my thoughts again, I asked Howie and AJ if they had the situation with
Chris in hand for now.  When they both nodded their heads, I quickly ran
from the room in search of one of the bodyguards.  Seeing one that I
thought I recognized, I called out to him and he turned.  Quickly, I caught
up to him and grabbed him by the arm.

	"Lonnie, right?" when he nodded I continued, "I need to make sure
that Dani has been taken care of."  At the mention of her name, the usually
sweet looking man's face darkened frighteningly.

	Growling, he said, "Don't worry about the little whore.  The higher
ups are with her right now and I can tell you one thing.  They are very
protective of their artists and she's gonna be lucky to get out of there in
one piece!"  I pat his back in a conciliatory way before giving him my
thanks.  Telling him that I was going to check on Chris, he agreed before
turning to finish the exit preparation.  Retracing my path towards Chris'
dressing room, I wasn't surprised to see the forlorn looks on everyone's
faces when I returned.  The phrase 'abuse hurts everyone' is not empty and
the scene here bore evidence to that fact.

	"How's he doing, Alex?" I quietly asked.  AJ looked up at me with a
heart-wrenching look in his eyes before responding.

	"There are too many people in here.  I know that everyone is
worried and upset, but they're scaring Chris.  I think he's still in shock
and isn't registering anyone but me as safe."  When the others heard this,
they all quickly stood looking very disturbed by AJ's words and intimated
that they understood before leaving.

	"See if you can bring him out of it before we head out to the bus,
Alex.  I really don't think he could handle that crowded a space in his
present condition."

	Looking down at his shivering angel, he nodded before whispering,
"I will."

	Seeing that I wasn't needed anymore and was probably making Chris
uncomfortable, I walked out the door and joined the rest of the guys in the
hall.

	"Nick, do you know where Richie is?"

	The blonde turned to me and replied, "He's in Howie's dressing room
right now asleep.  I left one of the security with him just in case."

	"Thanks Nick." And then I tapped Kevin's shoulder.

	"Yeah, Doug?  What is it?" he asked me quietly.

	I waited a moment before venturing forth with, "I really think that
your management should bring in a psychologist for Chris and the rest of
you.  He has all of the symptoms of an abuse victim.  One of my friend's
killed herself five years ago as a result of repeated abuse and I don't
want the same thing to happen to Chris."

	When the guys processed what I said, they all fell over themselves
in agreeing that a psychologist was what was needed.  Even going as far as
to say that they would pay for it out of their own pockets if necessary.
All that was on their minds at that moment was helping the shattered man
that now lived in their friend's body.  God, everything was just so fucked
up.

Tbc...


Well guys, I hope you liked it!  Right now, I'm hoping to have chapter 16
out in about 2 weeks, so look for it then.  Thanks again for taking the
time to read the story and I hope you'll come back for more! :)

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Catch ya later,

Druid