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Escape From Paris 4/?

[(Anonymous)]

As Sebastian watched them go he turned his chair and wheeled back to the record player. Next to it was a liquor cabinet, he poured himself a tumbler of brandy. He smiled knowingly when he heard the doors open again behind him. He turned his chair slowly so as to not spill his drink and faced the man approaching him.

A handsome tall man with red brown curls, facial hair, deep set blue eyes and dark flowing robes approached him. He had a thick bible tucked under his arm and a large cross pendant glinted in the light with each step he took. He bowed lightly once he was before Sebastian, who was still smiling at him.

"Father Auge." Sebastian let the words roll of his tongue. "Can I offer you a drink?" He said, indicating the cabinet.

"No thank you. Am I too early?" The high priest had been summoned to read Viincent's final rights and see him off to God. But when he saw a lowly looking man being escorted down the hall he wondered if he was too late.

"No, I'm sorry but I changed my mind about that man. I've hired him as a mercenary instead. I have confidence in him." Gaspard blinked. His dictator was usually so astute, why wouldn't he let him know about the change in plans?

"I don't doubt your judgement, my leader, but then why am I up here?" Sebastian smiled charmingly at him and rolled a bit closer, taking one of his larger hands into his own.

"Come now, I am the leader. Can I not summon my high priest for...some calm, friendly banter now and then?" He said. Gaspard's hands became cold in the other man's. He had suspected for some time that the horrendous excuse for a man was harboring feelings for him. They were in no way reciprocated. Sebastian had summoned him up to his chambers for private dinners on a number of occasions. He'd given the priest clothes made of fine fabrics and tickets to the ritziest shows. Once he'd even had music playing for him from a live ensemble when he came to visit. Probably the only reason the militant man hadn't made a move on him or outright raped him by now was because of his confinement to that chair. Sebastian glanced across the room.

"Push me, would you kindly? To that window." Gaspard put his bible down on the liquor cabinet and did as he was asked. High up in Sebastian's tower one had a few of outside the Paris Enclosure. They were right now looking to the north. The smoke and steam from the factories and power plants obscured the sky and it was abnormally dark out for that time of day.

"Off in the distance, far away in Scandanavia is where I have sent the fugitive. Those bastards that stole my robotics and mobile armors will not escape my wrath." Sebastian's voice was a growl but then it softened. "I don't intend to have you read them their final blessings but if you'd like, you can."

"I would like that." Gaspard said monotone.

"Very well. I plan to let you observe their executions anyway to I suppose you might as well. They are to be electrocuted." Sebastian smiled fondly at the idea before leaning forward. He breathed on the glass. "It is important, you know, to have such displays as this every now and again. Dissenters and rebels must be dealt with in the extreme of ways to deter such actions." He rubbed the fogged glass with the tip of his finger.

"I've read studies that show that the death penalty does not seem to deter violent crime. Sometimes people are just violent." Gaspard swallowed when he realized Sebastian had drawn a heart overlain by a cross into the glass. "Or rebellious." He finished.

"Yes well. It doesn't hurt. Keeping such enemies to the state and my authority is dangerous and wasteful." He placed his hands on his wheels and Gaspard got out of the way as Sebastian rolled himself briskly over to the couches and ottomans again. He put the breaks on his wheels and Gaspard watched with some amazement as the smaller man hoisted himself out of his chair and onto the couch. He made himself comfortable, even though his legs were still quite limp and dangling awkwardly and looked over to Gaspard. The man smiled at him and tapped the seat next to himself; Gaspard always felt uncomfortable when the man looked at him.

"Come sit with me, Gaspard~." He cooed. Gaspard's stomach churned but, as always, he obeyed.