title: Beauty and the Beast 2300 Ad
author: Berlinger, Cain
description: An Opera Singer and a Professional Killer. Could love keep them together?
   In the year 2300 AD, Stavros Constantin is an international singing star, and Troy Akiru is a professional killer facing life imprisonment. The two men fight to overcome obstacles that are placed in the way of their love and happiness. Fabian, Stavros' wealthy friend, has his own agenda, while Troy is under the control of a sadistic prison warden, Hayden Pettigrew, who wants Troy not to be distracted. There's lots of sex and violence.
   Final Test: How can love survive when each one thinks the other is dead?
   Excerpt:
   Jack Rider had been Stavros' agent for many years, and trusted with everything especially his bookings. Since the Jonathan incident, Stavros' dates were kept pretty much low key.
   "Tonight it seems I am singing for charity. I do enough for charity Jack, why do you book me into these things?" Stavros studied the program, it was simple enough, one aria, a few autographs and gone.
   "Special night my friend. The street fighter event is a big one. Lots of tense folks around here needing to vent. One of the prize super stars is fighting tonight. Troy Akiru is a major deal, kills almost everybody, maims the rest." Jack was enthusiastic.
   Stavros made a disgusted face. "Charming. And uh where do I come in?" Stavros never needed the fights, he was even tempered and all his emotions went into his music.
   "Troy really packs em in house. He's one of those privileged Creatine 170 guys that gets special treatment. They feel if they treat em nice they won't try and run and end up getting killed or worse yet killing someone else." Jack didn't want to admit that there was always gambling going on as well. Jack did quite a bit of gambling himself, and he'd do anything for money. Filling the arenas with big names was also in his best interest.
   "Sounds really....intense....you still haven't told me where I come in." Stavros was curious about why his name had come up.
   "Seems Troy was a classical cellist before he killed a guy. Anyway he's retained some of his humanity and he's apparently a fan of yours. So he's requested you sing at his matches tonight. His sponsors are paying us...I mean you a shit load of money to do this. Some of the proceeds will be going to charity. Everybody wins." Jack smiled wishing he had a big cigar to chomp down on, he felt very much the big time agent.
   **** Troy was in a very good killing mood. He felt he had taken on the madness and anger of the world and he was willing to carry the load as long as they kept feeding him warriors willing to die for the cause. He struggled to retain some of his humanity. As a gay warrior he kept careful to conceal his sexuality but in prison it was a lost cause. Injected with heavy daily dosages of testosterone loaded Creatine 170, every warrior fought to be on top, and who ever ended up on the bottom did so reluctantly. The sex among the warriors was of course brutally violent and without remorse. There was no kissing, certainly no cuddling just raw passion and nothing that passed for caring, since the man you fucked today would most likely be the man you had to kill the next day.
   But Troy fought hard to keep the music in his head, every time he'd miss a tune or a memorable melody he's beat himself in the head until it returned. Other warriors assumed he was crazy and stayed away from him for the most part. He struggled to recall the classics and the operas and all that he had lost in that one moment of insanity. He would let Creatine 170 take his body but he would fight and fight hard to retain his music and that's where Stavros Constantin came in.