Date: Sat, 18 Oct 2003 08:19:44 -0700 (PDT)
From: Author James <authorjames2002@yahoo.com>
Subject: Marvel Knights: Idol 14

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction.  It has no intentions of
resembling any real persons dead or alive.  This is entirely from my
imagination, with a little help from already established sources.  This
story is based loosely on the comic book character "The Punisher" from
Marvel Comics.  Other characters may appear from Marvel comics as well as
DC Comics.

Punisher and all related characters copyright Marvel Comics.

Blade and all related characters copyright Marvel Comics.

Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel copyright Joss Whedon, United Paramount
Network and Warner Bros. Respectively.

The Vampire Chronicles and all related characters created by Anne Rice.
Copyright Anne O'Brien Rice.

I have written another story on nifty entitled "Tales of a Real Dark
Knight".  It is in the Celebrity/Boy Bands section.  Batman may appear in
this story once or twice, as the Punisher may appear in "Tales of a Real
Dark Knight".  Any comments may be sent to authorjames2002@yahoo.com

Thank you and enjoy.

Chapter 14 Crossed Lines and Dotty Tees

	"I'll show you what faggots do," Punisher said as his hand reached
for his pants.  "You think you are so high and mighty.  You think that you
can push gay people around and get what you want.  You can't play both
sides.  You do nothing but humiliate gay people.  I'm going to show you
humiliation."
	"Please don't," the boy muttered as tears come to his eyes.
	"Sorry, but you brought this on your own head."
	Punisher grabbed the boy and jerked him to the end of the bed,
turning him so the youth is laying on his stomach with his legs hanging
over the edge.  Punisher grabbed the hospital gown and jerked it up
exposing the young boy's briefs.  Punisher angrily pulled them down
exposing the boy's bottom.  Then, Punisher knelt and ran his tongue over
the boy's hole moistening it.
	The boy stopped squirming in an attempt to get away.  He even
stopped crying as an erogenous zone is being teased.  He doesn't want to
have sex like this, but what he is feeling is something he never
experienced before.
	Punisher stood, pulled his cock out and spat in his hand, rubbing
his saliva over his long shaft.  Then he placed the head at the boy's hole
and pushed in as hard as he can.  The boy screamed out in pain, to which
the Punisher responded by placing a pillow in the boy's face.  Punisher
then pounded the boy, raping him, in his eyes making the youth pay for his
crimes.

	Blade went up to the door and rang Tia's apartment.
	"I'll be right down," she replied.
	"It's the Daywalker," someone said behind Blade.
	He turned to see several vampires spread out on the sidewalk.
	"Hello, boys," he replied.  "What are you doing here?"
	"We came to get you," the same vampire replied.  He was a talk,
large, dark-skinned man.  "The master has ordered us here to collect you."
	"Master?" he said.  "Sounds like another evil bastard for me to
kill.  Too bad none of you will be able to give him that message."
	Blade drew his sword and jumped down to the sidewalk.  He had to
make this quick so Tia would not see what he was dealing with.  His blade
moved swiftly slicing off heads turning the creatures to dust.  As he
sheathed his sword, he turned and found Tia standing in the doorway.
	"That always unnerves me," she replied.
	"I'm sorry."
	"It's okay.  Shall we go?"
	"Of course," he replied, and the two got on the motorcycle and sped
off.
	Black Widow pulled up with her utility launcher in hand.  She then
pulled out a small device that monitored the tracking devices she carried
and watched as the blip representing Blade's motorcycle sped off.
	"I was just in time," she muttered to no one in particular.  Then
she sped off after him.

	Johnny arrived at the hospital and headed up to the young Hispanic
boy's room.  The door was closed.  Seeing as it was late, he didn't want to
wake the boy by knocking.  Instead he slowly turned the handle and entered
where he found Punisher standing over the boy gazing off into space.
	"Michael?" Johnny said as he stepped in.  He moved closer and saw
the boy was crying.  "Michael, what happened?"  Punisher did not answer,
though.  "What happened?" he asked the boy.
	"He...he...." and the boy started to cry.
	"He what?"
	The boy reached down and pulled his gown up.  He rolled over to his
side to reveal a gaping sphincter with cum dripping out of it.
	Johnny's eyes widened in horror and he grabbed Michael.  "What the
fuck did you do?" he screamed.
	"He was guilty," Punisher replied in a cold voice.  "He was
guilty."
	"So you raped him?  You think it is okay to rape someone?  Rape is
never a punishment for a crime!  Oh my God!"
	Johnny released him and went over to the window.  Tears fell from
his eyes as he realized the extent to which the Punisher was willing to go
to mete out his brand of vengeance.
	"You realize you've gone too far," Johnny began.  "I don't know if
I can live with what you've done.  You've crossed a line, Michael, more
lines than one.  Not only have you committed a crime to exact punishment,
you've done it to a minor.  And the trust that I thought we had is no
longer firmly in place.  You've ruined our relationship by what you've
done.  I never thought it would happen to me.  I never thought you would do
this to me.  You seemed so caring in some sense.  But now..."
	Johnny turned to see an empty space where Punisher was standing.
	"Michael?  Michael?"  Johnny rushed out into the hallway and found
the Punisher gone.  "Damn."  He turned back to the boy.  "Why did he feel
he had to punish you?"
	"I was talking with the master.  She threatened to...kill me for
talking.  I told her what I knew so she...wouldn't..."
	"And he saw you."
	"Yes."
	"Did you explain to him what happened?"  Johnny was grasping at
something to make what he just discovered be all right.  But nothing anyone
could ever say would make rape okay.  Johnny knew that deep down.  He just
didn't want to believe his lover of only a few months had raped a young
man.
	"Yeah...I told him what...what happened.  But he didn't...he didn't
want to hear it.  He became so angry....so rough."
	"I'm so sorry he did this," Johnny said stepping up to the boy.  "I
never meant for this to happen.  Had I known he was capable of this, I
would have stopped him a long time ago.  I'll get a nurse."
	The young man nodded and Johnny went out to the nurses' station.
After getting a nurse to go in and check on the boy, he left.  He pulled
out the gas cap, muttered the incantation, and headed back to Whistler
where he had to dispense with the bad news.
	"HE did WHAT?" Whistler said in an unbelieving rage.  "Of all the
damned irresponsible things...What in the fuck was he thinking?"
	"I don't know.  He left when I wasn't looking.  In his mind, he
thought the boy was guilty.  He felt that was the only way to exact
punishment."
	"OH my God!" Whistler said.  "Not only do we have some evil god to
hunt down, Blade is missing and Black Widow is looking for him, and our
resident weapons expert has raped a boy and is now a fugitive.  What could
possibly go wrong now?"

	Blade pulled into the parking area of an old, abandoned hotel.  He
and Tia dismounted and headed inside.
	"Doesn't look like anyone lives here?"
	"Still," Tia said, "if there is any hope of getting my brother
back..."
	Blade nodded and the two entered.
	The lobby was bare with only two loungers sitting against a nearby
wall.  There were several planters all empty.
	"Where do we start looking?" Blade asked.
	"How about with you dying, Daywalker?" a voice rang out from a
balcony.
	Blade and Tia looked up as two vampires jumped down.
	"Stay behind me, Tia," Blade said.
	"No, thanks," Tia said stepping away from him.
	"What?"  Blade turned to see Tia smiling.  "What's so amusing?"
	"The fact that you were stupid enough to confide in me, to trust
me."
	"What the hell is going on?" Blade said drawing his sword and
turning to Tia.
	"Simple," Tia said.  "I already know where my brother is.  His soul
has departed this earth."
	"Then why..."
	"Because, Blade, it was you and your teammates that destroyed him.
His name is Ahriman.  And mine is..."
	"Tiamat," Blade completed.  "How could I have been so stupid?"
	"Simple.  You've known pain and loss and rejection.  You wanted
beyond all hope to believe that there was someone out there who genuinely
cared about you, who wanted to be with you."
	"Why all the charades?  Why not just attack me?"
	"Life is so much more complex than attacking, half-breed.  I used
the magicks to contact Ahriman, to see through his eyes.  And I saw
everything.  I saw his conversation with the blonde Vampire Slayer.  I saw
his interaction with the young man known as Harris.  And I saw the young
boy who killed him."
	"What are you going to do now that you can't have your brother?"
	"You're wrong about that, Blade.  I can have my brother back.  All
I need is a vessel for him to inhabit, a strong vessel.  You will be that
vessel, Blade.  I will call forth Ahriman's soul and place it in you."
	"What happens to my soul?" Blade asked.
	"I will put it in an orb of Thesola and keep it safe from anyone
who would wish to free it."
	Tiamat waved her hand and vampires flooded the hotel lobby.  Blade
swung his sword decapitating heads and slicing off limbs, attempting to
keep them at bay.  He was able to slay around twenty before they overcame
and disarmed him.
	"Excellent," Tiamat said as she came out from behind the counter
carrying several large chains.  "Chain him to the center."  She handed the
chains to several vampires who took Blade and chained him in the middle of
an ancient magic symbol.  "Pray to whatever gods you believe in, Blade, so
they will take your soul into eternity.  It will do you no more good in
this world."
	Tiamat dropped to her knees and a screeching sound came out of her
mouth.  Then she stood up.  "I am told you have a love.  I thought I was
your only love.  He will not come for you.  He is gone.  A crime he has
committed and his life is now ruined because of it."
	Blade shook his head in confusion.  "What the hell are you talking
about, lady?"
	"I can see things, hear things.  I know what the future holds.  I
know what goes on.  I am in constant contact with the knowing ones."
	"Hear things?  See things?" Then Blade recalled information he
heard when the team battled Ahriman.  Tiamat, his sister, was considered
schizophrenic, at least in today's culture.  In the past she may have been
called a seer.  How accurate her visions were had not yet been proven.
"You're nuts, lady."
	"Silence!" Tiamat screamed as she slapped Blade across the face.
"You will know suffering and pain after what you did to me and my brother.
Once Ahriman possesses your body, your friends will be our next victims,
including the effeminate one.  You will all know pain and suffering and
torment and..."
	"All right, I get it.  You're going to make us pay.  Could you
please get on with it?  These chains are getting heavy."
	Tiamat glared at Blade.  She stepped over to the counter and picked
up a book that was already opened.  She smiled down at the words.  "The key
to the future," she smiled as she pet the book.  "My key.  My brother."
	"Are you going to fuck it or start casting?"
	Tiamat pulled a dagger and hurled it at Blade's chest.  The knife
went deep and he fell forward in pain.  The vampire went up to him, jerked
the dagger out and headed back to the edge of the symbol.  She smiled and
began to cast her spell.

	"I want out," Johnny declared.
	"You what?"
	"I don't want to be part of this group any more.  Ever since I met
Michael, my life has been turned upside down and backwards.  I don't know
if I'm on the good side or the bad side.  Michael, the first man I've ever
loved, raped a teenager in the name of his mission.  I've been possessed by
a spirit that seeks vengeance.  And I don't know if I'm going to die the
next time I go out to fight.  I don't want this responsibility any more.
	"If you see Michael, tell him to go fuck himself.  I don't want to
have anything to do with him any more.  And the same goes with the rest of
you.  I don't want anything to do with you any more."
	Johnny turned and walked out of the room leaving Whistler and
Dr. Strange behind.  His life as a hero was too much for him.
	That happens to many people.  Sometimes when the going gets too
rough, when things look bleak or become confusing, the only way some can
deal with it is to move out of the way, to give up the fight.  Can they be
blamed?  Not necessarily.  There are times we are moved by enthusiasm and
jump in without knowing what we are getting into.  That is what happened to
Johnny.  He got involved in something he wasn't sure about, all in the name
of love.
	"What do we do now?" Dr. Strange asked.
	"Good question.  We need to find Blade and Black Widow."
	"What about the Punisher?"
	"We'll have to find him, too.  He's gone too far this time.  He
needs to be brought in."
	"Do you have an article of his clothing?  I can do a quick locater
spell to find him."
	Whistler went over and grabbed the clothes Punisher wore when he
was brought back unconscious with Blade and Ghost Rider.  Dr. Strange took
the garment and sprinkled a powder from a hidden compartment on his belt.
He muttered several words and suddenly a map appeared on the garment.  He
gazed deeply into the garment and then turned to Whistler.  "You are in
luck.  Punisher, Blade, and Black Widow are all in the same area."
	"What?  What are the odds in that?"
	"Slim.  Perhaps the universe is working for you tonight."
	Suddenly the map filled with deep red spots.
	"What's that?"
	Dr. Strange stared into the image and then turned to Whistler.
"They are surrounded by vampires."
	"Come on.  Let's get going."
	Whistler grabbed several weapons, the two men climbed into a truck,
and Whistler drove off heading toward the place Dr. Strange discovered on
his map.

To Be Continued...

What do you think of this chapter?  The next chapter is the last chapter in
this storyline.  After that, I have one more storyline planned for Marvel
Knights and then I'll be finished writing it.  I hope you have enjoyed this
storyline greatly.  If you have any questions, comments, or criticism, I'd
love to hear from you.