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Adjustment as the 'new' Parker doesn't go as well as expected; his anger is taken out on those around him. Fate has a completely different plan for him, with focus on what happened to Leslie / Parker. (This story will be released in chapters because of its length. It could easily be a book - and yes, it is complete.) A Quiet Strength - Paying the Piper Part Two - Chapters 1 - 8 By Anon Allsop -One- Power does strange things to a person's mind; it can move someone from the quiet shadows into a ruthless, overbearing tyrant! The new 'Parker' found this to be true, only with it came a deadly companion. For awhile, Leigh had convinced everyone that 'Parker' was just as he seemed, a first officer aboard one of New Earth's finest star ships. But that distinguished record the real Parker had cultivated over the years, began to unravel more and more over time. As a lesbian, Leigh was a perfect match for Elise, separated only by common interests. In other words, they were almost mirrors of each other. Once the transfer had taken place, they continued their ways, almost as though playing some strange sordid game. Both women found it strangely satisfying to share intimately, passions that prior to her change were completely alien. It was around this time that strange twisted nuances began to overcome Parker's conscious and unconscious thoughts. Perhaps it was an once feminine mind unable to absorb the constant barrage of male hormones that suddenly washed into it with the transformation. Whatever it was, Parker became increasingly aggressive when he was with Leigh's former lover. The aggression growing exponentially over the course of several weeks until all control seemed to be at risk! There also was a strong sense of entitlement that overcame Parker the longer he was in his 'new' male body. Somewhere deep in his mind, he decided that any woman single or not, had been placed on the planet for his needs and his alone. Parker didn't care one iota that she may be married or engaged, in 'his' mind, if she existed, she existed for him. The power that seemed to draw him the most, was the ability to create a life... not within him as when he was female, No, god no, heaven forbid should that have happened. Once, in a fit of anger he chastised Elise saying that all women were created to spread their legs for men. Now that he was one, he was never going back! In fact, he'd kill himself before ever returning to a female body. He smirked as he thought of that little bitch that he stole this body from, wondering what was thinking as she watched her stomach swell out with growth. She caught a laugh as she imagined him in the full throws of pregnancy. 'Better him than me!' he thought. -Two- As weeks fell into months, Parker was slowly drawn into displaying more and more of a forced physical abuse to the women that he had attempted to dominate. An once docile relationship he had with Elise, suddenly was torpedoed into beatings and altercations that more than once upon her that required medical attention. Elise no longer contacted Parker; she feared him and had filed a restraining order which caused his arrest on more than one occasion. Whether it was the power that affected Parker's mind, or an overload of male hormones, it was as though his testosterone was stuck somewhere between high and overdrive. The constant in and out of legal issues had caused the military to remove his commission, and then he was severely reprimanded for insubordination to his commanders. Propelled into a downward spiral, Parker began to drink heavily; the abuse was passed out like a dealer with a deck of cards. Morally bankrupt, Parker hid in the shadows, lurking and wanting to make Elise pay. Not accepting of the fact that he was his own worst enemy, Park chose to blame Elise for all his trouble; totally forgetting that everything went back to that fateful day when he forcefully transformed the original Parker into his old body. He waited in an alley; he knew that Elise would soon be coming past after leaving her job as a late night restaurant server. Soon he heard the clicking of heels; he knew that she was close. He stepped out just as she passed, the look of love she once had for him, now became a look of terror. "It's your fault, bitch!" he screamed as he grabbed at Elise's hair, dragging her into the alley where he threw her against the wall. "You did this to me you whore!" "Please... I beg you, let me go!" the female cried as he spun her to face him. Unbridled rage morphed Parker's face as he screamed at the girl, "No woman will have me...you have made my life hell! I blame you bitch!" He grasped her jacket with his fists and forcefully slammed her against the bricks several times. In one last burst of fury, he forcefully grabbed her face and shoved her violently against the bricks; the impact caused her to suddenly slump. As the girl went limp, he grew fearful that he had killed her. He lowered her down into the shadows, he tried to support her, but when he pulled his hand away from the back of her head, it was covered thickly in blood. Realizing what he had just done suddenly leapt into his thoughts. In panic he scrambled to his feet and paced back and forth in the dark. Fear of being convicted with murder, threatened to tear him apart. Quickly searching, he found an old tarp. He covered her up quickly, folded the ends in, and rolled her up in it. He slunk away in the dark, desperate to hide her body from prying eyes. Down below an ancient monorail trestle, he placed her, throwing branches to conceal what he had done. Into the night he slipped away, hoping and praying that he left no incriminating evidence behind. -Three- Max Augustus passed his secretary and placed a coffee on her desk. The cute woman thanked him as he walked toward his office. He opened the door and tossed his keys onto a table, and turned on the light. As he hung up his suit jacket, he was followed in by his secretary. "Mr. Augustus, a man was in here earlier this morning... he said he found this." She held a camel colored clutch. Max instantly recognized it as his daughter's. "It's Elise's. Who was it, and where did he find it?" "He works at the same restaurant that Elise works, he was in the alley emptying trash into their refuse container." She sat it on his desk as her boss looked it over. "He said he found it about halfway into the alley, against the wall." Opening it, he pulled out her credit holder. "Looks like everything is in here... she may have just dropped it," he spoke, sounding hopeful. "That's probably it, sir. Is her com in it?" she asked, knowing a woman would not be found without her purse, let alone her communicator. "No, her com isn't inside. Maybe I'll give it a ping, hopefully I can catch her before she goes in to work!" He quickly walked to his chair and pulled it out, taking a seat and began to scroll to her number on his own com. He sat listening or several agonizing seconds. "... She's not picking up." He studied his secretarie's face for a moment, unsure of what to do next. "I'll try her again..." Once again nothing, his face clouded over with worry. "Ping her work, she may already be there and just has her com off?" his secretary suggested. Max nodded. "Good idea." He quickly scrolled through his contacts and found the restaurant, it happened to be one of his favorites. "Hi Franco, Max Augustus here..." He politely waited for his friend to convey his greetings. "Hey, I'm trying to get hold of Elise, would she happen to be in?" Again a lengthy silence. "Okay, well as soon as she comes in, have her give me a ping." Max's face grew with even more concern; his secretary was still standing beside his desk. Max glanced up at her. "She's already over an hour late for work." He was trying to maintain his fatherly composure, drumming his fingers anxiously against the surface of his desk. He hesitantly picked up his com again. "Hold all my messages, Deb. I'm going to contact a buddy of mine on the security force. I know I'm supposed to wait for 24 hours but... damn it, this is my daughter, and I'm getting worried!" "I'll close your door and give you some privacy, let me know what's going on if you can." She stepped out and gently closed the door behind herself. "Detective Mike Tate please..." He waited until his friend came to the com. "Hey Mike, Max Augustus here." The distraught father fiddled with his pen while he listened. "The reason I'm calling is... Elise is missing and...well, no it hasn't been 24 hours...but, but I thought that maybe you could help me out. It would be a personal favor to me..." He began to nervously bang the pen against his elaborate desk. "Well, Elise's clutch was found in an alley not far from where she worked... no, nothing was taken." Again the pen was tapped fiercely. "I tried pinging her com but she isn't picking up either. To top it off, she is over an hour late for work. I'm really worried Mike, it's not like her." Max put the pen down and pushed it away from him, horrible thoughts began to race through his mind. "Mike, Elise was dating a dirt-bag awhile ago... guy's name is Parker or some such thing. She has a restraining order on him... yeah; he got to roughing her up." He sought out a scrap paper and began to write Mikes com link down. "Thanks Mike, let me know if you hear anything. I have your com, if she contacts me, you will be the first one I call." As their conversation ended, Max folded the paper and placed it into his credit holder. Slowly standing, he walked back out to his secretary's desk. "I'm going to cruise past her apartment; maybe she is feeling under the weather or something." The secretary watched a very worried father hurry out of the office, straight toward the elevators he walked. Inwardly, she said a prayer for him and Elise. -Four- Max stood with his back to Elise's door, he had been banging on it for awhile. In frustration he folded his arms and stared out into the parking lot, trying to think of what to do next. Suddenly his com began to buzz loudly. He had turned up the sound so he wouldn't miss any communications, and it startled him. He pulled it out of his pocket and looked at its face, it was Elise. He sighed greatly with relief as he accepted her ping. "Where the sam hell you..." He paused as he listened to the voice. "Who is this?" His heart fell into his stomach as the person on the other end answered. "Where did you find her com?" He rubbed his temple, trying to massage the headache he was getting away. "Can you wait? I'm not too far from there; I can come by and pick it up. I appreciate it, thanks." As soon as he hung up he quickly removed Detective Tate's number and dialed. "Mike...Max again. I just got a ping from a kid who found Elise's com. I was wondering if you wanted to meet me there? Huh? Oh, where the kid found it. Where? Yeah, that might be helpful. He found it on the embankment near the old monorail trestle near York Street and Worthington. Alright, I'll see you in a few... thanks, Mike." -Five- There were two teenagers waiting along the edge of the road. Max pulled up and stopped. The older looking of the two handed the com over through his open window. "So, where did you find the com?" The boy walked about halfway down the embankment. Max had to open his hatch to be able to see where the youth stopped. "I found it laying about right here." He pointed to a spot near where he was standing. "I only noticed because the sun reflected off its face." Max reached back and removed his credit holder, opened it and began to fish out a few credits. "You don't have to pay us mister, we figured whoever lost it would be looking for it." He smiled and pushed his credit holder back into his pocket. "One question though, how did you know to ping me?" The boy smiled. "That's easy. We scrolled through the contacts until we found one marked 'Dad'." Max smiled at the youngster's ingenuity. "Good thinking." As they were returning to the top, Detective Tate pulled up in his unmarked craft. As the man opened his hatch and stepped out, Max held up the communicator. "They found it about half way down the hill." The Detective studied them quietly. "Was the com on when you found it?" The older youth nodded. "It still has a full charge." He looked at Max. "Did you get their information, just in case we need it?" Max shook his head 'no'. "Boys, I'm going to need your names and addresses. This com may be part of a crime investigation and we want to be able to ask more questions if we need to." "Yeah, sure." The older boy began to speak to the Detective as Max stood at the hill and looked down toward the water that ran near the bottom. The second boy had begun to relay his name and address in the background as Max fought back the tears of worry. After moments passed, he felt movement beside him. Glancing up, his friend Mike stood near. Beyond the two, the boys were walking on down the road. "We'll find her Max," Mike tried to reassure his friend. "I'm scared for her, Mike." He looked up, tears clinging to his lower lashes. "Elise is all that I have since her mother has passed." Mike grasped his friends shoulder, giving it a slight squeeze. "So - now what?" Max asked, wiping his eyes. "You wait here; I'm going down there to look for clues. Somehow, Elise, her clutch and communicator got separated. Her com got down there, maybe there is a lead that we can use?" In the officer's hand he held several small wires with white flags. Max stood at the top as the Detective slowly picked his way down the steep incline. "Found some deep tracks, looks like a boot." He pushed a flag into the ground. "Here's another one." Beside it was placed another flag. The trail of little white flags grew longer until they were all the way to the bottom. "Here is the same set of tracks, but this time, they're going back up." He crouched low and studied it; finally he stood back up, holding his own shoe against it to judge the size. "Man's boot, around a size 11." Max watched as the Detective followed the flags down the hill with his eye and then again where the trail led back up. Slowly he looked to the left, he glanced quickly back up the hill at Max. The officer's body language suddenly changed. Max could feel his own heart begin to race. "What is it? What did you find?" Detective Tate said nothing; he slowly inched toward the base of the trestle, his hand clutching the phaser that was behind his back cautiously. Max moved to where he could still see the officer, he was moving brush. "Did you find something?" Max shouted. Tate crouched down and began to fuss with a tarp; he quickly stood and moved a few feet away. "Max!" he shouted. "Call for Medical rescue, it's your daughter, it's Elise!" Max started down and the Detective waived him off. "Don't come down here, we need this evidence!" Halting, Max shouted back down as he was making the important call. "Is she alright? Please God, let her be alright!" Mike had returned to the girl. "She's bad Max, barely breathing, she has blood matting the back of her head... looks like somebody beat the hell out of her!" -Six- Max sat in the Intensive Care Unit's waiting area. A tall young doctor approached. "Mr. Augustus?" Max nodded, the doctor took a seat beside him on the couch. "Your daughter is resting now. Elise is pretty severely injured. She has bleeding on her brain, and for now, we're keeping her in a medically induced coma." "Will she live, Doc?" Max asked without looking up. The Doctor inhaled deeply. "There are no guarantees, Mr. Augustus. Any brain injury is life threatening, there is always a danger when it involves the brain. Your daughter has had some serious trauma, the next 72 hours will tell us quite a bit. Go on home, sir, get some rest, we'll let you know if anything changes." Max rose as the Doctor stood up; he shook his hand and thanked him. As the doctor walked away, Max watched him until he disappeared behind the doors in the ICU. Max removed his communicator from his pocket and scrolled through his contacts screen. He hesitated for a moment and then he pressed his thumb to the screen. "Travis? Max here... I've got a job for you. Give me a call when you get this message." Max ended his call and slowly put it into his pocket, he was pretty certain that he knew who did this to his daughter. Standing, he moved toward a window where he looked out over the crafts hovering in the parking lot, his jaw flexing and pulsing with anger. Max sat in his craft outside his stunning apartment, his mind still on what he would like to do to Parker Stockwell. His com buzzing in his pocket caused him to return to his senses. Breathing a sigh of relief, he accepted the call. It was from Detective Tate. "Max here..." He pulled it from his ear and pressed the speaker button. "Max, we were able to get prints from both boys, we ran them with the several we have from Elise's com. We already had you and Elise's on file, but there was a thumb print that did not match any of you. Going off the hunch you had, we ran it in our data base and it came up with a name. We then cross referenced it with the military database and, bam." "Bam?" Max repeated. "Yeah, bam. It came back as Parker Stockwell, dishonorably discharged First Officer in the service. He was kicked out, right after that he beat the holy hell out of Elise and she put the restraining order on him." Mike continued, "The guy is a real piece of work, Max. Used to be a exemplary officer, but he snapped just over a year ago and his life has been crap ever since. He has no real back history - parents are both gone. He's a real loser in more ways than one." "I told you I thought as much," Max said, feeling vindicated, although he wanted to tear apart Parker, more now than ever. "Look Max, I have a bad feeling about this. I want to put this dirt bag in prison just as much as you do...and if you interfere with our investigation, security will come directly after you." He paused for effect. "Any harm comes to that asshole, and you will be the one to ultimately pay." "Damn it Mike, what the hell am I supposed to do? That bastard beat the hell out of my little girl and he has got to pay for it!" Max shouted into the com in frustration. "Look Max, you're my friend. The law will make him pay, let us do our job. Stay out of this, keep yourself clean. "We'll put this punk away for a long, long time." "Alright, alright, I'll make sure that asshole stays alive...but you make damn sure that he pays, and pays dearly." Max rubbed at his temples as his voice began to calm. "He's smacked her around before...several times...it's just that this one has put her in the hospital." He rubbed his eyes, still maintaining control. "Have you heard anything about Elise?" Mike asked with true concern. "Did the hospital say whether she'll be okay?" "They don't know anything, or not saying for sure, she's in a medically induced coma. If she lives past the next three days, she'll have a decent chance." Max's voice trembled as he spoke, the Detective could tell that he was on the verge of losing it. "There's a fear of brain damage..." "She's a strong kid, Max. She'll pull through this with no problem...I'm sure of that." Detective Tate grew quiet. "Max, I know you way better than you think. I know you have connections that know how to circumvent the legal system. Call your contact back and just play it cool for now, don't throw it away...Elise will need you when she is better." Max looked at the floor of his car, slowly nodding at his friend's sound advice. After several seconds he sighed deeply. "He's supposed to call me..." "I thought so. Just tell him to keep an eye on him, don't let anything happen to him while he's on the street. Let the prisons have him when we're through." "Okay Mike. But after he's on the inside, all bets are off." Max slowly smiled, it was almost like a plan was already formulating in his mind. "I don't want to know what you're thinking...it's best to leave it to legal to settle this," Mike responded with worry. "I will make sure he gets into prison where he belongs..." "Keep me informed on Elise, will ya?" Suddenly Max's com-waiting beep started. "Mike, I have another ping coming in. I'll keep you posted on how Elise is doing. Thanks buddy for the ping...and the advice. I really do appreciate it." "You're welcome, Max... just make sure you take it, okay buddy? I'll talk to you later, good bye." "Bye Mike." Max sought out his 'accept ping' button and pressed it. "Max here." "It's Travis sir, I'm returning your ping," the voice on the other end replied. "Travis, I'm going to send you some information. I want you to keep an eye on the guy who is listed. Don't let him know he is being observed, but I want to know everything about him that you can possibly find out." It frustrated him that he couldn't just end it all with him during that conversation...but Mike had been right and he must bide his time. "Got it sir, I'll be looking for your information." He paused. "Was that all, sir?" "That's it Travis. Just let me know if this asshole even farts sideways, I want to know everything about him." "Will do sir." With that the conversation had ended. Max opened his door and slowly walked up the steps to his apartment, and let himself in. -Seven- Six months later Max walked down the courthouse steps with his daughter; at the bottom he shook hands with Detective Tate. "Thanks for everything, Mike." The Detective shook his hand and briefly glanced over at Elise who was staring at the shadows she and her father cast upon the ground. She had a vacant look in her eyes. Max saw the look from his friend. "She has some minor brain damage, and the doctors think she will eventually be alright, but it will take some time for her to get back. Most likely years." "Damn, I'm sorry, Max." He sadly shook his head. "At least Stockwell won't be free anytime soon, that has to mean something." "It does, but I would rather have my Elise back to normal. I could give a red rat's ass for the bastard that did this to her." He looked lovingly at his daughter; she was busy watching a bird on the white steps. "Promise me Mike, that this asshole Parker isn't going to be out until he's an old man..." Mike smiled and winked at his friend. "You won't be seeing him anymore... Judge Norton, who will be handling Parker's sentencing, is a very close friend of mine. Parker is going to be incarcerated for a very long time." He smiled and touched his lip while smirking. "He's going to have company while he is there." "Oh? Who else will be in the prison with him?" Max asked, his curiosity piqued. "His commander has been also removed from military service; he too will spend the remainder of his life in jail." Mike smiled. "His own daughter came up missing and when questioned, they could tell that he was lying but he wouldn't come clean. They charged him for her disappearance." "He's in prison for only that?" "No, they hooked him to an algorithm that is supposed to be fail proof, it proved he was lying but without tangible proof, they went ahead and charged him with her murder. That's what got him thrown into prison!" Mike laughed. "Did he do something to her...What do you think?" Max looked at Elise. "You should arrange some down time with the two of them, I'm sure they have quite a lot to catch up on." "I think the sick son of a bitch killed her, it was common knowledge that he didn't trust her." Mike laughed aloud after thinking about is earlier question. "You know Max, that's not a bad idea...not a bad idea at all! Perhaps if we get those two together, the old man will slip up and spill the beans about the girl!" Max furrowed his brow as if deep in thought. "You said earlier that the sentencing Judge was named Norton? Have I heard of him?" Max asked. Mike smiled slowly. "Her?" He put his sunglasses on and grinned even wider. "She has a very low opinion of assholes that rape and beat on women." Mike took a step down and turned. "Have you ever heard of Legal's 'MT' program?" Max slowly shook his head. "Should I?" Mike raised his shoulders and shrugged. "When you get near a computer, look it up. You may have to do some searching for it though. It has been outlawed for practical reasons - but that doesn't mean it still isn't being used." Max nodded curiously. "I'll do that...for now, I'll leave that asshole for you, just make sure he is never released." He turned toward his daughter, looking lovely with her dark flowing hair caught in the breeze. "Come on honey, let's get you home." The two slowly made their way to their car, Elise's lumbering gate causing them to walk very slowly. "It's okay honey, we're almost to daddy's car." The girl beside him nodded, her foot sliding awkwardly with each step. Max sighed inwardly, the doctors told him that she may never get back to 100%, she may be this way for the rest of her life due to her damaged brain. Yet the thought that since she was young, she had a good shot at a nearly full recovery. Max pursed his lips and steadied his daughter as she waited for him to open up the passenger hatch. "Tt..tthhank...youu, dda...ddyy.." "You're welcome, honey. Sit down...that's a girl, let's swing your legs inside." He buckled her in and closed the hatch. As he stepped away from the car, he watched Parker being removed from the courthouse in shackles, still struggling to get free from the burly security officers. Max watched him until Parker was placed into the back seat of the police cruiser. "I hope somewhere you find a hell that is befitting garbage like you," he whispered under his breath as he made his way around his own craft. -Eight- Late that night, after he had put Elise to bed, he was in the kitchen pouring himself a stiff drink. He was thinking about what Mike had said. Looking toward his computer he slowly walked up to it and spoke, "Computer, on." The black screen suddenly came to life. "Computer, what can you tell me of the Legal's 'MT' program?" What he read on the screen caused him to pause in mid swallow, the alcohol just sitting there, began to burn the inside of his mouth. Quickly swallowing, he sat his drink down and began to reread the monitor; a slow smile grew into a toothy grin at what he saw on the screen. *** A great metallic hatch slid shut with a bang, locking the pretty female inside. A stalwart prisoner was inside, he leered at her nakedness as she fell further into the room. Quickly scrambling to the hatch she pleaded through the opening for her release until it too was slammed shut. Turning to face the towering male figure before her, she began to cry and hide her eyes. The powerful man was eager to accept his prize for good behavior; his thick penis was already swelling, straining upward at the mere sight of the offered female. The empty hallway, at the end of an abandoned wing, was a room that all prisoners coveted being inside. For many who still remained heterosexual, it was their only opportunity to enjoy the company of a woman within the walls of an all male prison. It was a new program, and it was 'quite' popular. Down the hall, the guard opened the outside hatch and stepped through. Behind him, deep within the halls of the prison, the beautiful girl screamed. He smiled as he closed the door which separated him and the hall. It would be twenty-four hours before the large prisoner was to be released from his prize. He grinned and laughed to himself. He knew that the pretty woman had once been a man. All of them that were incarcerated in 'E' block had once been; and every single one would end up pregnant. It has always been what has happened. Usually they were exchanged with lesbians who wanted to live life as a male, but always resulted as the altered 'woman' who ended with the short end of the stick. He mused to himself, and grinned while thinking that the inmate he left her with was far from having a 'short stick'. He laughed aloud as he pressed in the code that secured the hatch and returned to his office. The offspring of these trysts were promptly removed once born, and sent to families who truly loved and accepted them. Perhaps tomorrow, he would take the inmate back to his cell early, for without timepieces, the big man would never truly know...and allow himself an hour or two with the beauty. Already he could feel himself stir with eager anticipation as he tossed his pass card upon the table. "Big Jim with the girl?" a guard behind a desk asked as his coworker entered. "He is. Big guy is eager and hungry for her," the first guard said with a laugh. He picked up the schedule and flipped to another page. "I thought the old man was scheduled again for tomorrow?" "Well, he would have been, but sometime after he and the girl had... well...coupled. The old fool went back to his cell and killed himself." The guard shook his head and removed his beret. "That's crazy. Why would the old man kill himself after getting a sweet piece of ass like that honey?" He sat at his own desk and leaned back in his chair. "Did anyone tell the girl? She may think it's sweet that she was the last female that the old fart got to poke." He laughed and poured himself a cup of steaming coffee. "You going to take Jim back early, and have yourself a little turn at her?" the second officer asked. "Maybe you should tell her about the old man. "I think I will, can't hurt if she knows he's dead. It may actually make her feel a bit better!" he said thoughtfully. To be continued in part 3 - A Quiet Strength - Trials and Tribulation