Equilibrium

Inspired by the movie Equilibrium... I watched it and this idea never left me.

Dedicated to my awesome Twin because his support and amazing ideas are what pushed me to do this. Twinage for the Winage xox

Chapter 1: The End Is The Beginning

~x-X-x~

Is your secret safe tonight?

And are we out of sight?

Or will our world come tumbling down?

Will they find our hiding place?

Is this our last embrace?

Or will the walls start caving in?

~x-X-x~

The Sony cassette player moaned from the corner of the metallic steel tabletop. Gently, heavenly chords filtered into the darkened room. It was like being transported back in time, a voice long gone but never forgotten. The dimly lit area bared the markings of elicit contraband. Items never allowed to be seen for the fear of what they would corrupt. What they would invoke.

Passion. Memory. Feelings.

These specks of hope however, were few and far between. The room remained mostly the lifeless grey that had penetrated the city some time ago. Burning candles shot flickers of warmth which hugged the discoloured perimeter. Cans of food and empty glass bottles lined the walls in perfect order. Crisp, sharp edges protruded from the heavily stocked alloy shelving bearing ammunition. It was safe to say that the room had once been a military bunker. Only the illegal compact discs, paintings and historical photographs indicated it had since been turned into something else, full of objects the city's armed forces had worked tirelessly to eradicate.

One object within its walls, more deadlier than most!

A delicate finger traipsed the black coating of the music system with slow determination. Luscious lips turned into an upward grin and parted a little at the centre. It was times like these Lucas Scott wondered how he ever could have lost his ability to feel. How he could have willingly given it up. There was nothing more euphoric than knowing the goddess before him was banned, yet within his fingertips reach.

And ready for him.

He hesitated when her beauty struck him. If perfection existed, and the Utopia that had long been preached was actually real - then surely it had originated from here. She was undoubtedly the magic garden of Eden.

In lace black panties and his old business shirt.

"Lucas," she breathed, curled finger calling him forward. He obeyed - bulging biceps scratching through a charcoal T-shirt. Hardened abdominals depicted the years of prolonged physical training, every step illuminating what an elite fighting machine the eldest Scott boy had become. It was no wonder he had been recruited - one glance at him was enough for anyone to understand what a lethal threat he could be. How dangerous he really was. What he was capable of doing with those bare hands.

It only made him more enticing.

But even in all his Adonis glory - he could never be as wanted as the temptress before him. Cerulean orbs darkened a little as he watched her move from side to side, swaying to the rhythm. Voluptuous hips weaved in hypnotic circles as the melody floated around them. Every step moved the shirt material over her cheeks, teasing him. Black lace held her ass in place, but it was all in vain. She slid out a little when she moved a certain direction and Lucas was more than thankful for the momentary flash of her creamy backside! It was hard to decide what to stare at - her perfect ass or those swaying hips! Suddenly she turned and faced him, inching closer and pulling at the material of his T-shirt. Her fingertips curled under the edges of the soft cotton with ease. Heavy breaths expelled from plump lips as she sunk into his collarbone, light kisses trailing over it.

It was more than he could bare.

Lucas' rough hands slid down and rested on her hips, their softness exquisite. Years of training had done nothing to prepare him for this. She was so close he could smell her. Reaching up she brushed his neck with her tongue, silky and sweet. It was then he lost the lobe of his ear to her lips, pants tightening as she worked her wickedness on him. Shivers pulsated down his spine, the feeling electric. He shuddered when her tiny hands began to travel underneath his shirt. The beating of his heart echoed within, surely audible even above the music playing behind them. As suddenly as the beat of the contraband background music shifted it's course, so did he - inching closer.

"Take me," she whispered urgently, hazel eyes desperate and hungry. The charming blond had been trained to think on his feet and react to scenarios with due force and no regrets. He didn't need to to be told twice. Lowering his head to hers, Lucas reached out and took hold. Forceful lips collided with cherry glossed magic, every taste tantalising him and leaving him wanting more. Her taste burst throughout his mouth. She was like a shot of heroin, addictive and sinking in fast. Tongues tangled in their heated frenzy as she whimpered and pulled back. Her heated breath hit to cold air in a cloud of steam.

"Uggghhhh..."

Oh no you don't!

Pulling back from him was not an option, not now that he had tasted her. He would taste her until the end of time if he could. It would never be enough. Silken locks tangled around his fingers as Lucas urged her back to him again, feeding on her. Instantly the past hesitation was overcome by blatant need. Was all this what he had deprived himself of for so long? Starving himself of? He forced her backwards towards the metal table, warm flesh dancing on his fingertips as he reached under the shirt and cupped her right breast in his hand. He squeezed down, palm rubbing the soft nipple that hardened at his touch. Tortured moans filled his mouth as she gasped loudly, skin pinched under his hold as he lifted and planted her firmly on the cold aluminium.

Thuuuummmppp.

"Ugh," came the pleasured cry as she pulled him in again, this time his hands roaming more freely over her curves. Hungry fingers pulled at the black lace prison that held her captive, Lucas somehow knowing exactly what to. It was like reliving an old dream, images of being within her sending his mind into a frenzy. He yanked the material down her smooth legs, dropping it to the floor as he came back up for more, hands groping the underside of her knees. With one quick pull he slid her towards him, her tiny fingers freeing him from his clothed restriction. If anyone were to witness was Corporal Scott was about to do, it would lead to certain death. He was the highest ranking Peace Official there was, but even he could not deny the charges that would be laid against him in that very moment.

Possessing contraband materials.

Fraternising with the enemy.

Committing feeling offences - in every which way possible!

However, it now made no difference. Lucas would never deny what they would accuse him of. What he felt now there was no turning back from. He had regained control over what they sought to take away, thanks to her. He poised himself before her, honeyed eyes hitting him like a laser beam, legs parting at the knees to show the way. He knew right then and there he did not care if the officials came - he would die for her!

"I love you," she breathed, her words causing his body to stiffen more than he thought humanly possible. Sharp nails traced the middle of his back, digging in and cutting through. Heat sunk into his lower region and fuelled his arousal. Porcelain legs wrapped around bulging abs in a secure lock.

"Not as much as I love you."

Hips buckled as military might pushed forward, hitting their target and sinking in.

She felt like heaven.

Her gasps caused a physical reaction, weeks of fantasies suddenly coming to life as he pushed himself within her. Silky warmth saturated his hardened erection, frenzy taking over as hips slammed in perfect unison. Chocolate tresses hung over slim shoulders, arched manoeuvres serving to open her further. Fully-charged vigour penetrated soft tissue in a repeated onslaught. Gasping breaths escaped him as he growled, low and hungry. Reaching out he grabbed behind her neck and pulled, lips crashing as she moaned her pleasure once more into his mouth. Her slickness covered him, his muscle glistening in the candlelight. Harder and harder he pushed, every thrust causing her to cry out in satisfaction. Her sound was melodious, the perfect tune to his quick-paced beat.

Sing for me baby...

"Uh... uh... Lucasssss... "

She quivered on him with charged vibrations. Pure pleasure flooded through her, resting on the fingertips that scratched at his muscular back. Lucas bent over and bit into her shoulder, her sweetness intoxicating. Dirty moans filled his ears and he slammed her harder, a euphoric sensation building in his depths. He sensed it in her too, gentle throbbing sensations now humming over him as he ploughed within her. The faster he pushed, the more she throbbed on him. It was the most alive her had ever felt.

"Are you feeling this?" came the raspy voice below, her back now spread over the cold metal table. He gazed at her beauty, silently thanking his humanity for resurfacing. Every curve, every freckle, every eyelash was pure perfection. He could get so lost in her the world could end and he would remain oblivious.

"Are you?" she gasped her question again, teetering on the edge. Her whole body began to tremble, convulsions overpowering.

"Yes baby..."

"Then let me feel you..."

Muscle clenched around him in a hard squeeze. Baby blue orbs disappeared behind soft eyelids as Lucas felt her pressure around him. He thrust once more, guttural moans filling the room with their dirty cries as they came. She convulsed repeatedly on him before turning limp, chest rising and falling with each satisfied breath. Heated flesh trickled down her bare stomach with awe. She smiled and pulled herself up his body. His breath hit her face as he tried to calm his racing heart, almost impossible when in her presence. Her lips graced his with a soft sensuality, cherry sweetness bursting on his tongue as he tasted her again. It was then he noticed the shift.

Her whole body tensed in his grip. Hairs stood up on end at her sudden change, Lucas wondering where she had gone. Hazel eyes glanced around his shoulder at the closed door, pulling closely together as they inspected the room's entry. He turned to follow her gaze, recognising instantly why her attention had been turned. He shifted his gaze back to her eyes and nodded once, the beauty immediately sliding down from her metal perch and sliding the black lace back up her legs. Silent steps travelled forwards in trepidation, dark shadows spilling into the room from under the door. Delicate hands reached up and grabbed for the weapons on the shelf, a quick flick of her wrist sending the machinery her lover's way. A thick hand grabbed the gun and flicked the safety, checking the chamber before twirling it shut in an efficient, precise move. Brows arched in surprise, the manoeuvre impressive to say the least. She blew him a kiss before laying her back against the wall, a pair of magnum pistols in either hand, locked and loaded.

"They're probably here for me! I am corrupting their best soldier!"

"Let them come. I'd kill them all before I'd let them lay a finger on you."

She smiled at his words, cerulean eyes pouring over every inch of her.

"Are you sure this is the life you want?"

"I've never been more sure about anything in my life. I have no regrets."

"Really? You have no regrets at all?"

Fire exploded through the door with a thunderous roar as bullets flew in quick succession. Smoke choked the interior bunker, a loud growl screaming from her lips as she opened fire, taking out the first two troops in quick succession. Cracks shattered the music's tune, spraying the walls with holes as they charged in and opened fire of the small brunette. Anger consumed him as he watched them go for her, and every nerve in his body pushed him to the point of no returned. With a raging roar, he unleashed a round of bullets.

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.

Thick maroon blood spurted from enemy chests as the attackers fell like toy soldiers. Glass shattered and sprinkled around the room in a shower on confetti. She ducked as it sprayed all over her, tiny slivers hitting her skin and drawing blood. Another pair of nervous recruits entered the room and opened fire. Feet pounded the wall as Lucas launched himself, a swift kick to the side of the head causing the soldier to step in direct line of his partner's gun. The young man's body was no match for the weapon. Shaking with the impact of bullets ripping through his abdomen, he hobbled back and collapsed on the floor. His partner whirled around in shock, but this simple movement was enough time for the head solider to take his head within his determined palms. Digging in, Lucas twisted his hands sharply to the right. A loud crack echoed through the room, the soldier falling to the ground like a rag doll, adding to the carnage. A sturdy hand reached out and pulled the girl up quickly. Glass tinkled to the floor as she rose, shaking off the excess. An alarm sounded off in the distance in a long, excruciating wail. Picking up some spare ammunition, she stepped forward and laughed, soft lips brushing his quickly.

She wanted an answer to her question!

Pert lips curled into an upward smile at her expectant look. Reaching in her pulled her close, lips hitting her ears as he whispered in a soft hush.

"None..."

He raised one hand up and shot forward, the howl of the gun echoing in their ears...

~x-X-x~

Six Months Earlier

"Fair people of Hope City, we have done it!"

Cheers erupted from the jubilant crowd in a wave of thunderous approval. Men, women and children alike huddled together in the Town Square, faces adorned with smiles of pure joy. Horns sounded as streamers flew through the air in celebration. Even the tall walls that encased their fine city was not enough to hold in the town's elation.

"My people," the town leader spoke, hands raised from their grip on the grey podium, shooting for the sky. "It is because of your effort that we can say we have managed to live three years in peace and tranquillity. Never again will we let our country be ravaged by the inhumanity of war. Never will we sit idly by and allow ourselves to sink into the hell of our own uncontrollable desires. For three years we have surpassed the very forces who try to take our civility away from us, and it is today, my dear people, that we celebrate our triumph. Fair people of Hope City, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"

Screams of triumph filtered out from the excited populous in waves. Slowly, right hands raised into the air in clenched fists, saluting their leader, their father, Dan Scott. They had every reason to celebrate.

The year was 2015, exactly three years to the day since the cataclysmic events of 2012 had taken shape. The phenomenon had been pre-warned, eschatology beliefs claiming that 2012 was also the end date of a 5,125 year-long cycle in the Mayan Long Count Calendar, a non-repeating calendar used by several Pre-Columbian Pro-American cultures. Although scholars refuted the predictions, world leaders succumbed to their own mortality and armed themselves for impending doom. Many lived in a cloud of fear not seen since the Cold War. Governments were at breaking point and sinking fast into their own mistrust. Missiles were pointed at those who posed the greatest threat. What many failed to realise was that the calendar's predictions which could have been avoided were in fact perpetuated by man's own foolish stupidity.

The past predicted the end of civilisation. The futurejust took it too literally.

In the early spring of 2012, Russia armed their military for an attack they felt was imminent. At 2:34pm on Wednesday the 18th April, without pre-warning or consideration of human life, Russia launched it's first massive nuclear attack on Japan. Growing paranoia about the English caused Japan to counter attack against the wrong Government. Within a week, the world was at war. The United Nations crumbled under the bulk of the attacks, peace out of the question as rivalling leaders fought tooth and nail for global control. Landforms and cities crumbled under the pressure of bombs and shelling. Millions perished in the coming months from starvation and exposure. Not one nation was recognisable, survivors turning to a life of nomadic solitude. Brought to its knees by the devastation of war, the world it seemed, had taken a step backwards in evolutionary progression.

Remaining world leaders feared that humanity would not survive a fourth war. They knew something was needed in order for the human race to rebuild and prosper once more. It was at this time the great father emerged. Armed with the belief that it was indeed the human emotion that was responsible for man's inhumanity to man, Dan Scott introduced the world to FS2012, also known as, Feeling Suppressed 2012. Manufactured in the remaining standing factories, the tiny blue pills promised a new beginning, free from the constraints of human feelings. Without emotion, he believed man would be unable to turn on each other as they once had.

There would be no sadness. No anger. No fear. No pain.

Crippled by their fear of further wars, FS2012 became a global requirement. Remaining civilians travelled to the last functional city and began to rebuild. It was then that Hope City was formed, a large grey metropolis protectively surrounded by towering iron walls. The new leaders banned all material deemed likely to stimulate strong emotions, including art, music, colour and literature. An elite armed force was established, maintaining military order and squashing any insurgent or non-compliant citizens. Their skills were of exceptional standard, killing machines who felt nothing. There was never anything more lethal.

Yet peace fell on the growing city. In three years it had seen a population growth and minimal deaths. Resistance was at a low, although many still wandered in the outer regions of the city in the shambles of broken buildings and bombed towns. With the eventual deaths of the world leaders, the people chose to have their new head be the very man whose magical medicine had managed to finally bring peace to their war-torn lives. So here they stood, Spring of 2015 and still maintaining their lives of peaceful humanity. Loving eyes gazed up at the great man as he waved to the crowd exuberantly.

Every person was there to thank their father, to sing his praises and to pledge their unwavering allegiance to Hope City. They all loved him.

All except for the one pair of cerulean eyes that gazed at him in hatred. Hidden behind the dark lenses of military-issued sunglasses, the young male masked his illegal emotions well. He was there, after all, to finish his mission. A quick sweep to the left saw the huddle of two more bodies, cloaked in thick, black trench coats. Raven hair shifted in the breeze as the man sent a silent nod towards the flanking pair. They nodded in return and moved into position, scattering throughout the crowd. Black shoes scuffled to the right and behind a taller civilian, gazing to his right for the toehold pair he expected to see. Their eyes were already on him, winking as he pointed to the direction in which they were to head. Reaching under his coat he felt the harsh coldness of metal. The roar of the crowd sounded out then as Dan spoke once more, fists pumping into the air as they shouted.

"Hoorah for Hope City! Hoorah for Hope City!"

Click.

The gun shuffled a little as the safety slid to its off position. The man stepped forward, cloak billowing out behind him. His comrades flanked him on both sides, unnoticed by the erupting patrons. They moved quickly, their skills at shifting between the crowd and scanning their surrounding area impressive to say the least. Slowly, the descended on their target, the leader raising his hands one more time as the man reached for his gun.

"My fair people, although this is a great day, I must remind you of some key points. Dark forces still threaten our thriving city. Those who wish war upon us still roam free. Always remember, that by keeping your emotions in check, we can rival any threat that comes our way. Never succumb to that which will control and destroy you!"

Claps and cheers arose from the crowd, a slight smirk covering the rebels face as he thought about the irony in The Father's last statement.

"When you leave this small meeting today, please make sure your routine is still in tact. Also, may I remind you all that our armed forces are here for your protection. If at any time, you feel that something or someone threatens our way of life, threatens our PEACE – please, come forward. Our aim is to serve and protect."

Another thunderous applause erupted from the crowd. None noticed the insurgents reach their final positions. Closing his eyes, the man willed himself to complete the mission, knowing that the last remaining hope for humanity to become humane once again lay at the end of the barrel of his gun. Should he fail, the world may never exist again. The father had to go in order for the world to become what it needed to be. Raising the gun, the raven-haired rogue stared directly at his target.

"Feel this, you bastard!"

A loud, cracking explosion filled the day air as a determined finger pulled the trigger. Screams erupted instantaneously as bodies spread out and dispersed like cockroaches scattering across a hardwood floor. Further gunfire cracked to the right and left of the stage, heavily-clad soldiers diving for their leader and creating a human shield. Fuelled by the rage within him, a feeling long-since outlawed, the gunner surged forward through the screaming crowd and zoomed in on his target. To his right he saw one of his comrades fall, red liquid spurting from his neck as he was hit. Swearing under his breath, he pushed forward, raising his gun and firing at the shield surround the target.

One down. Two down. Three down.

Within a minute he had reached the stage and in one sudden leap, propelled himself through the air with a height of unparalleled proportions. Thick-soled boots landed on the stage with a thud, soldiers immediately at his side. In quick succession he knock his targets down, the gun propelling bullets at an alarming rate. His rage fuelled him forward, so powerful that when the gun clicked empty, he tossed it to the side without a flinch and grabbed the next soldier by the neck. Bones crunched under his grip as it snapped, the body falling limply to the ground. Fists gripped into balls of steel and punched onward, the man able to shake off all who tried to get in his path. As his comrade joined him, they watched in awe as their leader ploughed through the military defences without so much as a flinch.

Finally they had reached their target. Surrounded by fallen bodies, The Father stood and gazed at the raven-haired man in disgust. Spitting, he rose to his feet and scornfully glared at the raven-haired insurgent.

"You..."

"Hello Father," the man replied, titling his head to the right as he inspected the man before him. "It's been far too long since I had the displeasure of speaking with you."

Dan grunted and scanned around him, noticing he was surrounded. He breathed in heavily, nodding his head as he looked up.

"You think you can come in here, disrupt my ceremony and I would be willing to talk?"

A laugh erupted from his captor's lips as he moved in closer to his target.

"No Father, the time for talking is over. You have brainwashed these people for the last time. You have acted like God long enough. These people may worship you, but I sure as hell don't."

"You always were an ungrateful brat, Nathan."

Dan looked upon his son with displeasure, the years of estrangement having worn on him. For Nathan, it had always been about freedom, fighting the urges her felt within because his father had told him they were wrong. For Dan, Nathan was always going to be the son he had lost to the dark side.

"I enjoy that you hate me, Dad. Means you're feeling."

Nathan smirked as his comrades chuckled around him, amused by the irony playing out before them. Their "Father" who preached the danger of feeling, was now displaying it himself. Nathan straightened up and made his way towards Dan, pulling a knife from his ankle strap and bringing it to his father's face. He glared at Dan, years of fighting oppression coming to this very moment of... freedom.

"You sure you want to kill you're own father?" Dan questioned, his cocky attitude never residing even in the face of death. "To carry that on your conscience for the rest of your days?"

"You forget one thing Dan," Nathan replied, sliding the silvery metal down his father's face and landing on his neck. He could see the vein pumping beneath the skin, freedom so close he could taste it. "By suppressing us all these years, we'll take any feeling we can get. Even guilt."

"You're forgetting one thing my son," Dan replied, closing his eyes as Nathan poised himself to strike.

"And what is that?" Nathan questioned, glaring down at his father who was now just seconds away from death.

The silence that surrounded them was deafening. The insurgents shuffled on their feet as they nodded towards their leader, a feeling of hope growing between them as victory seemed unavoidable. Dan reopened his eyes and gazed upon his raven-haired boy, a smile forming across his lips as they parted to speak.

Nine short words that would change everything.

"You're not the only son who watches over me."

Stiffening, Nathan glared down at Dan before turning to his right, the barrel of a gun aimed directly between his eyes.

"Hello Nathan," Lucas Scott breathed, raising his arm quickly as his brother turned. Slamming his gun into his temple, Lucas watched as Nathan fell in a pile on the ground, his comrades rounded up by the remaining armed forces that now converged on the stage. Sliding his gun into the holster, Lucas glared down at his brother as his father was whisked away. Nathan was grabbed by the militants in a rough grip, feet dragging along the ground behind him and leaving patterns in the dirt. As he watched him being pulled away Lucas barely moved, his monotone voice cutting through the air like a knife.

"Welcome home, little brother."

~x-X-x~

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