Mad Max Villains

Mad Max Villains

You see! There is no escape! The Humungus Rules the Wasteland!

Chapter Nineteen

Last Rose of Summer

(Words & Music by: Tipton & Halford)

Throughout the soft and timeless days of August
'Til now the shadows begin to grow much longer
The sunset's fire has deepened blood red
I give you this, the last rose of summer

A token of my unyielding love
So when the winter's mantle stills the earth
And all around seems dead and cold
This rose reminds you of a time when all was warm and living
~~~

The Golden Youth was inside the tent, hurriedly packing the supplies when boots crushing against the grains of sand made his eyes widen in disbelief. Now all was quiet. The footsteps that pierced the night air had ceased. Oh God, someone was trying to quietly approach the camp. He nestled the handgun against his chest, his finger on the trigger as the sweat broke out down his back. Instinctively, he dropped to the ground, laying on his stomach as he slithered to the flap.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are," came the mocking voice.

So close, the sweet singing was so close.

"I know you're here," Iason taunted.

Now the boots were in front of the tent. So big were these feet, belonging to a strong, powerful man. The tent flap was drawing back.

The Golden Youth closed his eyes and squeezed the trigger. He shivered when he felt the bullet being released from the chamber. Then a grunt and the body fell. He screamed when he gazed into those vacant, staring, dark eyes.

Then he heard the whistling of leather. Before he could draw back, the whip laced around his wrist and he was yanked forward with brute strength. The gun dropped as he was hauled out from the tent.

"I didn't think you had it in you," Iason teased as he withdrew another long whip. "Then again, I had a hunch you were armed and you would fire. Of course he bit the bullet." He gave a giggle, staring at Buzzange who lay deathly still on the ground.

The Golden Youth's jaw slackened when he watched Iason snap the whip, easily coiling the tip around the gun he dropped. Now the whip snapped again and the gun was nestled in those long fingers.

"It's magic," Iason cooed. "Would you like to try?"

"Why?" the youth choked out, staring in disbelief at the leather wrapped around his wrist, knowing what would happen. "You got what you wanted: the city and my master. Why come after us?"

"Orders from the admiral himself," Iason replied as he cocked the trigger. "Oh my, how simple you made this. Heavens, a desert rabbit could disarm you."

The youth's eyes narrowed when the taunting laughter filled the air. And while Iason was busy laughing, he drew back his free arm and wound up his fist tightly as he struck the hellcat across the face. The whip loosened and he used that mere split second to charge his full weight against the minx and they both dropped to the ground.

He was determined to beat this bitch. Like hell he'd feel the lash across his chest again.

They both struggled, fighting for the gun as they rolled in the sand. Then the youth gasped when he felt the knee between his thighs. The pain was immense and he curled up, grabbing for his crotch.

"You stupid bitch," Iason hissed as he gave the youth a good swift kick in the stomach. "I hate sand and you got me all dirty!" He grabbed both whips and the gun, placing his three-inch heel on the youth's belly as he aimed the pistol on the delicate blond's chest.

"Yes, your master or Vashta won't save you this time. They're engaged in a road battle as we speak and Alex will kill him. As for you? Well, your master believes you and my husband ran off together. And he won't even find your body because when he comes back for me, you'll be disposed of.

"It's light out. Have a nice sleep," Iason cooed with cunning smile.

Just then the flash of lights cresting a hill appeared, illuminating the camp.

A rifle was firing and Iason dove for cover, pressing the end of the gun at the youth's temple as he edged them back against the tent. He kicked at Buzzange's body so they'd have a shield.

The big sand runner came to a halt and Wez stepped out, still holding up the .38 Special and a rifle. "Let him go," he growled.

"Not a chance," Iason shouted. "I mean, your whore did try to kill me when he made his way back to camp. See what he did to Buzzange? You know I never had a gun to begin with and he murdered one of my guard's. We fought and I managed to get his pistol."

"Bitch, I know all about what you did!" Wez roared as he stepped forward. "Your life-mate is alive and he tell me what you do to my Golden Youth! He tell me why they escape!"

"I see, you're going to believe those two liars over me?" Iason hissed. "Well, the truth is, Vashta whipped your bitch since he took pleasure in raping the whore. And when I found out what he was doing behind my back, that's when he escaped with the slut!"

"No," Wez growled. "He risk his life for my Golden Youth. He drove sand runner alone so we would chase him. He tell my mate to hide. You stay back since you knew Vashta would protect my lover. You stay to find my Golden Youth."

"I hardly think so," Iason snorted. "Quit letting your temper get the better of you. Why would I rape and whip your lover?"

"We both know why you did it," Wez snarled as he took aim with the rifle. "Now let him go!"

"If you dare fire on me, you can tell your whore goodbye," Iason spat out as his evergreen eyes narrowed. "Just remember who has a gun at his temple. Now move away from the sand runner. Or I will kill him."

"Bitch, you not kill him," Wez shouted. "You need him to escape."

"As always, you underestimate, Alex," Iason scoffed. "So be it."

"No!" came the roar.

"Then step away from the vehicle," Iason warned him. "Or I will take him down with me."

Slowly, Wez moved away from the sand runner.

"Drop the guns and your crossbow."

With a grunt, Wez let the rifle and .38 Special drop to the ground. Then he unlatched his metal-wrist crossbow.

"Such a good boy," Iason teased as he stood, still training the gun on the youth's temple as he began moving them slowly to the sand runner.

"We could have had it all, Alex, if you weren't such a pussy-whipped ass," he coldly said. "We could have ruled the city together. And don't worry, your whore will remain alive seeing how I need a mount to amuse myself with. And what can I say, he was a damn great fuck when I spread his legs."

Wez could feel the rage coiling through his body. The veins stood out on his forehead as his body glistened from the sweat-soaked anger.

Iason reached the sand runner and he cast the big guy a mocking smile. "Adios, Alex. It's been great doing business with you. Maybe by the time the others arrive, you'll be able to lead a chase. But keep in mind, you'll have to do battle with my men first since they'll never allow you to harm me."

The Golden Youth still refused to look at his master. No distractions. He was only aware of Iason's every movement. And when he felt that arm grow lax, while the bitch continued to taunt Wez, he shoved his elbow roughly into the minx's gut and then quickly dove under the sand runner.

The forceful blow knocked the wind from Iason and he tried to maintain his stance while fighting for breath.

Wez used that time to dive for his weapons. He grabbed the rifle and fired.

All he heard was the soft, "Alex," as Iason slumped to the ground.

He rose off his belly and headed over to the minx. Those slanting evergreen eyes gazed up at him. Blood seeped from those soft lips and also ran out from the wound within that flat stomach. The dark red color contrasted against the black cloak.

No mercy. Not this time. The bitch would have killed the Golden Youth. He cocked the trigger to the .38 Special.

"You'd kill me?" Iason gasped. "I only did this so we could be together again. I love you, Alex. I told you how I felt when we were about to make love in my office. You would kill a man who loves you?"

Wez's jaw tightened. Tricks. The devil's child was full of sly tricks.

"He won't, but I will," came the soft, husky voice.

Iason turned just as the Golden Youth picked the gun off the ground and fired, the bullet piercing the minx's chest as blood soaked the mesh shirt. The hellcat slumped over, laying against the cool, desert sand.

Dead. Those mocking, slanting evergreen eyes bore no life.

*****

They had dug a grave for Iason and set the minx's body in the cold sand. The Golden Youth watched the big brunette keep a vigil next to where his life-mate lay.

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

"Don't be," Vashta softly replied. "It never would have stopped unless he died. I know this and so do you."

Just then Wez stalked over from the campfire.

"I know it's not his fault," Vashta muttered as he shook his head. "Society made him into the devil he was. He tried. I know he tried. But he was so fearful of embracing humanity, so scared to give himself over to another."

The Golden Youth got down on his haunches and wrapped his arms around those broad shoulders. "I'll never forget what you said to me."

Wez gave a grunt. "We go."

Vashta craned his neck. Everyone was moving in their own direction. Since the guards couldn't go back empty-handed, and risk being executed, they were teaming up with Two Chins, Mutt, Biff, Glory Rider, Leather Face and Racer Boy. As for himself, he would forge on southeast to find his little utopia on earth at the ocean.

"Will I ever see you again?" he asked, his voice slightly desperate as he clutched the delicate rose's fingers.

"I don't know," the Golden Youth replied as he stood. "That will be up to my master." Now he glanced away since he couldn't stand to see the pain in those brown eyes.

Wez gave another grunt. So the youth let go of those strong hands and gripped his master's fingers. As they stalked away, he didn't look back. His sapphire blue eyes were locked on the sand runner.

When they approached the vehicle, he was lifted into those strong arms and placed on the seat. Then Wez rounded the runner and positioned himself behind the big wheel.

The Golden Youth stared at his delicate hands so lost in thought, wondering what would happen to the big brunette.

"And you will cry," Wez gruffly said as he started the engine. "Is what keeps you human. And when you cry you make me human."

The youth turned, gazing at the master. The big, strong arm wrapped around his shoulder and he was drawn against the powerful body as the tears streamed down his face.

Wez pressed his lips against the youth's forehead. Yeah, human. He'd been born into humanity the day he met the Golden Youth. Now they would realize a dream they both longed for when they first met: alone, together and loving each other in the manner they always desired, in a way the wasteland never allowed them to until now.

*****The End*****

Note: "Mad Max" is a trademark and copyright of Kennedy-Miller Entertainment/Warner Bros. George Miller, Byron Kennedy and Terry Hayes (Kennedy Miller Entertainment/ Warner Bros.) hold copyright to the Mad Max Trilogy.
This story is created for fan fiction purposes only. Some dialogue was taken from the script to keep this tale true to the original movie.

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