Chapter 51
Maria climbed over Michael to sit on the other side, so he could be facing Stuart who now sat where she had been.
- Michael, I’ve had this idea which might give us a safe shortcut to your mind without the rest of you being aware of it. That way we can find out what’s happening to that part of you at night. I want to know if you’ll let me try it. - Stuart’s hand had unconsciously ended on Michael’s thigh, rubbing it as he spoke.
- Do what you need to keep you guys safe. - Michael said huskily.
- Michael, you’re the one who’s suffering…- Stuart reminded him.
- But if they get to me, they will be able to get to all of you too. -
“Right,” Stuart thought. “He’s right, as always. Dammit!”
- Ok, I’ll have to inject this drug into a vein, it’s really a general anesthetic, but it will make you answer exactly what you’re asked, not letting you change what’s on your mind…- Stuart said.
- Oh, yeah, the truth drug, seen it in films, does it really work? - Michael wondered.
- As far as I know, it does. - Assured him.
- So what will it do to me? How will it work? - Michael asked.
- You will tell us what’s going on with you in your dream, what they’re doing to you on Antar…- Stuart answered expecting Michael to tell him he would think it over.
- Ok, do it. - Just like that, Michael’s trust and resignation were complete.
- We’ll do it tonight, but I want you strong and well fed, so…- Stuart arched his eyebrows and nodded for emphasis.
- Then just shoot me up with vitamins and stuff, cause I’m not hungry. - Michael scoffed.
- No, that’s not a solution, I want you to eat and that’s final. Who better than you to know a weak warrior is no good, c’mon, snap out of it Michael, we need you! -
- I’ll eat when I come back. I’m going riding, I need to be alone, ok? - Michael sighed and nodded, he had the last word.
- Sure kid, anything you want. - Stuart squeezed his thigh and got up to leave.
Maria looked at him winking, as watched him leave. Michael pushed up and waved on his riding clothes.
- Thank you, Michael. - Maria started kissing him but Michael held her away, staring into her eyes.
- Can I use your words, Maria? - He smirked.
- Sure…- She shrugged, but not sure of what he meant.
- It’s what I do, Maria, what I always do. -
Maria had this flash of her saying just that when Michael thanked her for accepting to tell Billy to leave. She couldn’t help shivering, realizing how he must have felt in spite of the different circumstances, thinking how it would have hurt him to know then that Billy had kissed her and she hadn’t done much to stop him. She totally forgot her lately acquired empathy that he could control but she couldn’t. She saw him wince and new she had inadvertently sent it to him. She gasped and stiffened when he put his arms around her, pressing her to his warm firm body.
- It’s alright, it’s over. It’s the past. - He whispered.
- You’re not that innocent either, Spaceboy, you kissed that bitch Courtney! - She pinched him hard on both sides right where his butt met his thigh.
- Owww! That’s gonna hurt when I ride. - Michael complained.
- Good, you’ll think of me. - She giggled.
- Damn you, woman…- Michael chuckled, reaching down to rub himself but found Maria’s hands already there, beating him by a fraction of a second. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her like only he could. When he finally let go of her and left through the back door, Maria had to sit down to catch her breath.
Maria found them all relaxing at the pool, already briefed by both Serena and Stuart that he was dealing, as usual. Maria went to sit by herself in the spot where Michael usually lay, with her feet in the water. She felt someone sit beside her and was surprised to find whom she least expected: Max. He smiled at her weakly, but said nothing. Maria sighed and Max took a deep breath that could pass for a sigh.
- Michael’s not easy, Maria…- He sounded like a father.
- I know, you already told me that a couple of years ago, have anything new? - She made a face that made Max smile.
- Yeah sorry, he’s still not easy. Guess he never will. - Max shook his head still in father’s mode.
- Lay off, Max, huh? I’m doing fine, ok? Don’t need a priest! -
Someone tried to disguise a chuckle with a cough not very successfully and they turned to see Serena.
- How is he? - Max and Maria said together and had to laugh.
Serena gestured with her hands and they moved apart to let her sit between them. She placed her arms around their shoulders and gave them a playful shake.
- He’s just walking; he’s thinking everything over and checking out his priorities. He’s got everything in perspective. Nothing is escaping him as he makes sure he misses nothing. He wants each one of you safe at all time, even when he leaves for Antar. - Serena felt Maria give a start.
She knew how much Maria loved Michael although she did have the most exasperating way to show it. And Max, well, Max was Max, what else could she say. Everything he did was exasperating, in both lives and both worlds!
- He’s going to walk both horses, and he’s going to take his time, so I don’t think he will be home before sunset. He doesn’t want you to worry, he’s fine. Oh, Maria? He’s thinking of you. - Serena added at the end.
Maria giggled making Max and Serena look at each other sharing a silent question.
- I pinched his tooshie real hard on both sides when he told me he was going riding so he could feel them and remember me. - Maria giggled, gloating to see Max frown and Serena roll her eyes.
Michael walked Moonshadow down the track that lead north east of the Dupree property. It was a long winding track that would take him back at the same gate that got him away from his familiar ground. The horse only had to follow the track and he had let him canter and buck to his heart’s content until he blew off his steam and slowed down to a walk by itself. Michael had to grit his teeth as the pain shot up all the way to his stomach, but holding the horse back would only get him jumpy and skittish so this was the best way to let him cool down. Finally at a walk, he started going back to the first nightmare. That night while he felt Maria sleeping under him, he had gone through the same abuse three more times. He immediately moved beside her, as he usually did a few times at night, so she wouldn’t suspect something was wrong. When snuggled against his side he blocked himself out so she felt everything was normal. He stayed there throughout the night, so that none of the other times caught him over her, which would have definitely woken her up. After the last one, he was sure he had passed out. He heard a familiar voice saying something like he had to adjust correctly the time space because it should be once a night on Earth and it wasn’t working that way. He seemed to have forgotten it when he woke up but now it had come to him crystal clear. He hoped it would be that way, because if he had to go through it that many times each night, he wouldn’t last the weekend. The foreplay had been getting more elaborate each time, using whips and hard wooden paddles on his butt while some different kind of toy was shoved inside him and also during the real thing. He wondered if whatever Stuart was going to do to him tonight would help them find out a way to stop it, and if they couldn’t he hoped the time space had been settled as the voice had said. He had to survive it no matter what, he couldn’t fail them. He arrived at the stables and changed horses, the easy gait of the pacer had him relaxing and going over each nightmare trying to get clues as to what the game was, but they just eluded him.
It was Laurie and Ava who saw Michael walking back from the stables and ran to him. He picked them both up, one in each arm and they both kissed his cheeks soundly before he put them down. Isabel hugged him tight and also kissed both his cheeks French style.
- You ok? - Her worried look turned into a bright smile as he smirked and nodded. He was waving his clothes off to stay in his black trunks when he was held from behind and warm lips whispered: “No, I want the white ones…” against his spine.
- Liz…- He smiled and complied.
- Cool! They look great with your tan! - Liz walked around him and nodded appreciatively. - C’mon, Maria, he’s all yours, what are you waiting for? -
Michael turned just in time to catch Maria as she crashed against him. After a long kiss, they went to his spot and he lay there with his face buried in her belly, everyone thankful that the spat was over. Dinner went quietly; the reason for the holiday wasn’t mentioned even as a joke. Michael ate his fill of the salads and the pumpkin pie, as well as the cranberry jelly was awesome, but for some reason, he totally skipped the turkey. They had a great time with Harry Potter, away from violence, sex and anything adult, just enjoying it like kids, plus an oldie of the original Star Trek films, the fourth one, when they returned to the 20th century Earth in search of whales: Uncle Derek’s choice, actually his favourite. Although he was always discreetly in the background, his contributions were always priceless. That’s what Serena loved most of him, he was so reliable but never in the way, a very special person.
Everyone knew what they had to do, but no one wanted to take the first step, so Uncle Derek did.
- Michael, Stuart wants to know if you’re ready for him. - He placed his hand firmly on the boy’s shoulder.
Michael’s smile showed the older man how fond he was of him. The boy could see the sadness in Uncle Derek’s eyes for what had been happening to him these last nights. This could be the breakthrough they were hoping for to find a way to stop the nightmares. Michael groaned and stretched before he got up from the couch and with his arms around Maria and Isabel, they climbed the stairs as Stuart raced ahead to his room for his stuff. The whole thing had been planned at the pool as Michael had gone riding, so they just camped around the room with the tube on at a reasonable volume, and then wait as Michael slept to act at the first signs of dream activity. The drug acted very fast, the only delay would be finding one of Michael’s elusive veins. Once Michael was comfortably settled, Stuart had one last question for him.
- Where do you want me to go for the vein? In your thigh or in your butt? -
- Ask Maria where she wants to do the rubbing. - Michael shrugged.
- Butt. - Maria decided. - Definitely butt. -
Michael fell into a deep sleep with his hands in Maria’s and Isabel’s, expecting the least pressure to alert Stuart who had decided to stick the needle when the time came, not to warn the other entity that something unusual was going on. Michael would be in pain anyway, so the extra nudge might go undetected. They were thrilled by the beautiful Cirque du Soleil show which lasted about an hour and a half and just as Stephen King’s The Shining was about to start, both Maria and Isabel jumped at the same time. They pulled their hands reluctantly away from Michael’s to keep their vibes off him. Stuart was on the bed in two strides, wet the cotton wool with alcohol, wiped and stabbed the needle deep in the middle of Isabel’s brand. Michael clutched the sheets and grunted. Stuart pulled at the plunger of the syringe as he drew out the needle very slowly. When it was about halfway out, Stuart was not giving in and shoved it in at a different angle. Michael winced and hissed but just three seconds later, the syringe started filling with blood and Stuart shot the drug in. He plugged the needle but left it in just in case. About three more seconds later, Michael began to toss and mutter. Stuart turned his face away from the pillow to understand what he was saying, but they were just moans and whimpers.
- Michael, what’s wrong? - Stuart asked.
- Hurts…it’s too big...thick…ungh...he’s ripping me…-
Maria gave a loud whine and raced to the bathroom covering her ears, with Laurie and Ava at her heels. When the door slammed behind them, Stuart continued.
- Who is he? -
- Nicholas…and Khivar…-
- Which one is hurting you? -
- Both…they’re together…-
- What? How? -
- Nicholas…is here too…Khivar doesn’t know…but I feel him…inside me…too…-
- Michael, it doesn’t make sense…-
- Yes it does. - Serena whispered in Stuart’s ear. - Ask him if Khivar is in Nicholas’ head. -
- No, it’s…the other way…round. - Michael answered when Stuart asked what Serena had suggested.
- Where are you? - Stuart continued.
- Where I died…-
- The torture chamber? -
- It’s…Khivar’s brothel…now…-
- Who takes care of you there? - Stuart asked what Serena had whispered.
- Two women…Ithmene…Ul…- Michael couldn’t go on as he started moaning and biting his lower lip till it bled.
- Uliana. - Serena told them. - I remember her. She was a nice woman but her husband died in a battle and people would make fun of her because of her name. You see, Uli means “cock” in Antares. They were very unkind to her and one day she simply disappeared. So that’s where she ended. In the brothel, poor thing! -
- Do they know who you are? - Stuart asked for Serena.
- Only one…the others laughed…didn’t believe her…-
- What did she do? - Serena insisted through Stuart.
- She came alone…called my name…I thought it was Vilandra…she told me…not to mention names…that it was…dangerous…-
- What’s her name? -
- I don’t…know…-
- What does she look like? - Serena had Stuart ask, to see if she could recognize her.
- They all have…dyed blonde hair…long…like Vilandra…black eyes…look the same…-
Michael was now shuddering and panting, obviously having a very strong and extremely painful orgasm. He was left breathing hard and shivering. It took him a full minute to stabilize. Then he went through the clumsy healing, a couple of times burying his face in the pillow, his whole body going so tight that Serena suspected what they were doing to him. Stuart waited until he began to relax.
- What was that? -
- The women…burnt me to…stop the…bleeding. They had torn…me bad. They always…rip me…too big…no lube…- Michael winced. - Hurts…I’m getting sleepy…they pushed something…up my ass…then shot in…something cool…-
Michael sighed and passed out.
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- I was right, it’s what I suspected. Nicholas is playing with Khivar. Mind control is his thing, and definitely not Khivar’s. He’s getting his kicks without being physically involved, so no one suspects him. No wonder I sensed the Grumpper witch, he’s used an old ritual to summon her from the dead and is using her likeness not to be discovered. He’s a sneaky bastard, always was! And Khivar’s an idiot who thinks he’s the utmost wiseass in the planet! Wait until he finds out, and believe me, he will soon. Nicholas doesn’t take long to fuck up and I hope they’re as far from the brothel as possible when it happens! Dammit! Now we know what’s going on and fat lot of good it does if there’s nothing we can do about it! - Serena exploded.
- What about Ramthis’ spy? Tell Ramthis what’s going on and he might get the spy to do something! - Kyle suggested.
- No, it’s not possible, what information we get from him is because they don’t suspect him. We can’t risk getting him discovered and lose that valuable contact, we won’t be able to infiltrate another spy again if that happens. Ramthis will not risk Someri. There’s nothing we can do! We can only wait for Nicholas to screw up, I’m quite surprised he hasn’t yet. He usually doesn’t take this long. - Serena scoffed. - We must let Michael sleep, he needs it, and you guys have classes tomorrow. -
Serena went to open the bathroom door and call the girls.
- It’s over, you can come out now. Michael’s sleeping. - She told them gently.
They came out, red eyed, having got the whole thing mostly from Ava. Stuart quickly shot something into Michael and withdrew the needle. Maria lay beside Michael whispering his name and he slid over her the second he sensed her at his side.
- Can we stay with you, please? - Laurie asked shyly, as she held Ava’s hand tight.
- Of course. - Maria smiled weakly at them through Michael’s hair, as she held him against her with his face buried into her neck.
She turned her head and kissed his cheek, feeling his warm breath and his lips against her pulse point. She felt Michael’s sisters snuggling against their sides just before she closed her eyes and concentrated in sending him her vibes, hoping they would help him heal.
Friday began with Max and Stuart doing a ritual healing. Last night, the human doctor’s experiment had been successful in a way: they now knew where they were standing, but still, their hands were tied. Today was the third day of the torturous nightmares which Nicholas was submitting Michael to. No way was he letting the boy go, even after the fiasco at the end of the kidnap thing that was going just great until Khivar had to stick his big nose into his otherwise perfect plans. Damn him! That first Earth night had gone all wrong. Although each session had been a week away on Antar, Nicholas hadn’t been able to adjust them to once a night on Earth right away as he had wanted, and it had been just too much for the part of Michael there. No wonder the boy had exploded the way he had, he was hurting with each breath, it was amazing he had been able to ride without falling. He really had guts, that one, it’s what made him one hell of a victim…and one hell of a warrior. But somehow, this last time, the fifth one on Antar, Nicholas was able to get it right, so it happened only once that night on Earth. At least the boy’s alien and human healers had also got their shit together to do something about it so the kid wouldn’t pass out in school and end up in a hospital before anyone could prevent his hybrid status discovered through a blood test.
Maria woke up as she heard the door of the room open, and she saw Max and Stuart pad towards the bed. She nodded to them and they both gently rolled Michael on his side to allow Maria to get up. She guessed what they were going to do, so she preferred to go hide in the bathroom before she had to run for it again like last night.
Max knelt between Michael’s thighs spreading them just enough not to cause him any more discomfort than he was already in. Stuart sat beside them, supervising. Max only dared use his finger as the least touch made Michael contract painfully.
He slid it in, thick with Vaseline and with utmost care, still reluctantly having to use some force. When he was finally all the way in, Max looked at Stuart and shook his head frowning, as Stuart grabbed his wrist to access the damage along with him and see if there was any way he could help. When Max released the healing light, Michael grunted and clenched so hard, both healers were sure the alien one would lose the invading digit. Max didn’t want to think how it would have been like if it had been his cock in there. They felt the torn tissue mending and Max started to remove his finger as carefully as when he had inserted it. Max couldn’t help skimming over Michael’s prostate the way the boy was squeezing, making the patient jerk and his middle finger was accidentally pushed against the chains of the piercing right in front of it. Michael’s orgasm was so violent that he shuddered and whimpered without control for at least thirty seconds. Max and Stuart were surprised to see him do something he rarely did: reach back with both hands to try to stop him, and the expression on his face begged him to ease his suffering. Max waited until Michael had relaxed enough to finish the removal as gently as was possible under the circumstances. Then Stuart took over. He infiltrated both buttocks with pain killer hoping it lasted enough to get him through the school day. Laurie’s excuse of Michael’s broken ribs to cover the kidnap was working out perfectly, using the real spill he had taken from Moonshadow soon after Ava arrived. It was now helping also with Michael’s obvious soreness, attributing it to the very real injections Stuart was giving him to keep him going through the other daily nightmare that classes had become. Still, Michael ended unfailingly at the nurse’s after the lunch break for the extra fix that Stuart, instinctively thinking ahead, had provided with the proper prescription, and the infiltrating instructions. That at least helped him get through the school day.
Michael had been managing fairly well, barely wincing as he carefully sat down under the curious gaze of the other students. When the teachers asked him if he was alright, he part truthfully said he was getting a lot of injections because his still healing ribs had began to act up again. His constant fighting of the last couple of weeks was the other perfect excuse for that. Gradually, the jabs began escalating alarmingly until from just uncomfortable, they rose to searing pain by the time Laurie and Michael finished lunch. Laurie had noticed him gulping his food as if eating was a struggle, but when she silently questioned him with her eyes, he bit down a wince and shook his head, so she didn’t insist. They started walking side by side and Laurie didn’t realize that Michael had dropped behind until she felt his hand on her shoulder making her turn to him. She was shocked to see how he was trying to hold back the excruciating pain he was now in. Stuart had told them before he left for the hospital, he had spoken to the Principal, Mr. Robertson, telling him about Michael’s recurring problem with ribs but the boy had insisted on going to school, so he was sending some medication with the prescription and the instructions for the nurse in case he needed it.
- Michael, you must go to the nurse! Here, I’ll help you! - Laurie wrapped her arm around his waist, feeling him clammy with sweat.
- I’ll manage; it’s just around the corner. You go get the meds from my locker. - He whispered.
- No, Michael, I want to make sure you get there all right, then I’ll run for them, c’mon. -
Another jab hit him ending in a shuddering spasm and she didn’t know how she had managed to hold him up. For a moment, she saw herself on the floor flat on her back with Michael over her, imagining the dirty minded looks on the faces of everyone around them. It took them longer than they had expected but once there, the nurse rushed towards them.
- What happened? - She asked.
- My brother has some cracked ribs, his doctor sent some medication, it’s in his locker, I’ll get it as soon as he lies down. - Laurie informed her.
- Yes, Principal Robertson told me. Dupree, right? - She helped Laurie get Michael to the cot.
- Yes, Michael Dupree. - They eased Michael on it and he stretched out face down as Laurie raced out of the infirmary.
- You ok like that? Can I help you roll over? - The nurse asked a little intrigued.
- The damage is in my back. - He whispered.
- Let me see. - She raised his t-shirt slowly and saw the scars of the original broken ribs which Max hadn’t tried to take away as all West Roswell High had witnessed them and it was probably in Michael’s file.
- When did this happen? - She asked, sure they weren’t so recent.
- A few months ago, then I cracked them again. - Michael said huskily.
- How was the first time? - Michael felt her fingers tracing the mended skin.
- Baseball bat…a pissed off guy…- He had to pause between both phases.
- And the next one? - She went on.
- A stupid fall, going over a course, my horse fell on me, the stirrup did the trick. - Michael bit out the words.
- That’s the metal thing you put your foot in, right? - She watched Michael nod.
His back was beaded with sweat by the time Laurie burst into the room with the bag. She went to stand by Michael holding his hand in both of hers as the nurse emptied the contents on her desk and checked the instructions. She brought the stuff on a tray, and placed it on the table by the cot.
- I’m sorry, but you’ll have to leave. - She smiled apologetically.
- What? He’s my kid brother! I’m right there with him when his doctor, my brother in law medicates him at home! - Laurie protested.
- I have to get his pants down…- She explained.
- I know that! I’m going to go to Medical School when I graduate, I always stay when he gets his medication! - Laurie insisted.
- It’s the rules, if I let you stay I’ll get in trouble. - She frowned.
- It’s ok, sis, I’ll be fine. You should be in class…go on…- Michael welcomed Laurie’s kiss on his cheek and her caress on his hair before she reluctantly backed out of the room.
- Honey, I need to unfasten your jeans. - She tried to roll him over enough to do it.
- I’ll do it. - Michael pushed his hand under him and used his powers to unzip.
The nurse pulled his jeans down slowly as Michael could barely help. She arched her eyebrows when she saw he was commando and she leant forwards to check out the brands. What was it with kids and tattoos nowadays?
- I need you to open your legs. The instructions insist on this first. - She told him as she struggled to get the pants past his knees.
Michael remembered Stuart had pushed a suppository into him before the injections, to ease the pain locally, while the other drug kicked in, so that was probably what she meant to do. He pushed up all he could on his knees, as he spread his thighs. It wasn’t much but he felt her hand expertly easing his buttocks apart as far as it was necessary and slide the slippery thing into him, followed by her rubber gloved finger, making sure it went deep enough. Michael instinctively clenched and moaned.
- Did I hurt you? - She sounded concerned, having noticed Max and Isabel’s scars towards the back and front of his opening.
- It’s ok, I’m used to that and the needles…I can’t keep pills down. - He winced, feeling her slowly pulling out.
As her finger moved away, she couldn’t help notice the piercing and nudge it softly. Michael jerked and grunted with a painful contraction which he was sure she had felt.
- You kids are nuts! - She shook her head. - How could you get that there? -
- It was a bet.. - Michael was quick with his answer.
- Ok, you did it, but can’t you get rid of it now? - She wondered.
- I lost the bet to my girlfriend. She likes to play with it. - It was true in a way.
- It must hurt…- She grimaced.
- Yeah, it hurts damn good…- He gasped as she moved the chains with her fingertip but this time the pain was bearable and he could tell the first medication she had given him was working.
- Well then…- She said.
Michael felt the coolness of alcohol on the right side of his butt and then she proceeded to inject him about an inch away from each of the scabs left by Stuart’s infiltration of that morning.
Michael moaned into his arm and the pillow as she finished on one side and went on to the other. She massaged him very efficiently, and then she slid her hands as if absentmindedly down his thighs and back up to his ass.
- So these muscles are from riding? - She asked.
- Yeah, and I play hockey too. - He smirked.
- How about the piercing, when you ride? - She wondered.
- It kind of tickles, in a nice way. - He gave her a sexy grin.
Then unexpectedly, he felt her fingertip on his ass again.
- Who did this to you? - Her voice was laced with suspicion and a no nonsense tone.
- I was raped when I was a kid. - He opted for the truth.
- More than once…- She observed.
- I had a mean foster father…- It was useless to lie, he sensed she could tell if he was lying.
- Sorry kid, none of my business. - She patted his thigh fondly.
- It’s ok…I need to sleep. - He knew it was the easiest way out.
- Yes, I’m sure you need it. - She tugged at his jeans.
Michael pushed up enough so she could slide them up his thighs. Then she pulled them as carefully as she could over his butt turning to his face as she heard him hiss, and saw him wince and bite his lower lip hard. She tousled his hair feeling bad at having hurt him again and he took a deep breath ending in a sigh. She saw he was relaxing so she went to sit at her desk concentrating on a book.
Michael observed her through slit eyes, her name tag said “Anna”. She was probably in her mid thirties and skinny. She had straight shoulder length Swedish blond hair and was very white, with pink cheeks. Her eyes were pale grey and she wore thick glasses. She should try contacts, she was rather good looking. “Shit!” he thought, “Maria will kick my ass if she finds out I found a middle aged nurse pretty!” He almost chuckled. He started getting sleepy as the drug kicked in, easing the pain even more so he just let go.
Anna kept checking him out every minute or so. She noticed he was breathing evenly and was definitely asleep now.
“God, the kid’s damn hot! Wish I were young enough for him! What am I thinking! The boy has a girlfriend who’s a sadistic bitch. I’ve heard she’s studying some kind of new techniques at the local University’s College of Medicine, so she must be older than him. Who knows what she does to him! Oh well, as long as he likes it, it’s their problem. Ain’t she lucky, catching someone like him. They say he was lost in the South American jungle since he was a baby and brought back by some American missionaries or some kind of Peace Corps couple. They told me he had met his half sister quite by accident but the family resemblance spoke for itself, so he suddenly found out he was loaded. Incredible.” She was brought out of her thoughts as the sleeping boy groaned and turned his head to face away from her. He also shifted his hips just a tad so her eyes roamed down and she couldn’t help remembering his gorgeous ass bared for her.
“Look at that ass! He must have run around naked or almost there in that rain forest, no wonder his foster father couldn’t help having his fun with him. Who wouldn’t! Shit! I’m sick! What’s wrong with me? I’ve never even taken a second look at any of the boys here in school, but there’s this sexiness about this kid…”
The bell at the end of the school day had her getting her stuff together waiting for the last minute to wake him up. She was taking off her whites when she heard the girl coming in behind her.
- Michael? You ok honey? Hey, wake up, let’s go home. -
Anna turned to see Laurie Dupree patting her brother’s cheek and playing with his hair, which she recalled was baby soft yet abundant when she had touched it.
- He fell asleep after the shots, he should be alright now. Need a hand? - Anna offered to help, smiling.
- Yes thanks, he’s a heavy sleeper. Here, help me roll him over, that wakes him up. - Laurie said.
They only went as far as rolling him on his side with his back towards them because that was all the cot allowed short of dropping him to the floor. Anna was standing at his hip and when Michael’s ass pressed against her stomach, he moaned and muttered clear enough to Laurie’s horror:
- No, wait! It hurts…you’re too…-
Michael was about to say “big” or “thick” or “dry” but whichever it was, Laurie couldn’t let him to go on, noticing the knowing look on the nurse’s face and hoping it was just her imagination that she was only curious. She did the only thing that could shut him up, not caring what the nurse might think. She leant over and kissed him on the mouth. It was quick and although his lips were parted as he formed the words, hers weren’t. She kept them very close to his as she whispered soothingly:
- Shhh Michael, you’re just having a nightmare, please wake up, baby bro! - She pressed her cheek to his lips and felt them moving against her as he whispered her name.
- Laurie? -
- C’mon, kid, let’s go home. - Laurie’s smile was full of love and Anna could tell it was just the pure sibling kind.
Michael slid off the cot and only then did Anna notice how tall he really was. He gave her that awesome smirk and she melted when he hugged her and kissed the top of her head.
- Thanks. - He whispered against her hair.
Anna knew that if she dared try to speak she would only manage to croak so she just nodded and smiled, wishing he would be back. He would and then, she would wish he hadn’t.
- I was right, it’s what I suspected. Nicholas is playing with Khivar. Mind control is his thing, and definitely not Khivar’s. He’s getting his kicks without being physically involved, so no one suspects him. No wonder I sensed the Grumpper witch, he’s used an old ritual to summon her from the dead and is using her likeness not to be discovered. He’s a sneaky bastard, always was! And Khivar’s an idiot who thinks he’s the utmost wiseass in the planet! Wait until he finds out, and believe me, he will soon. Nicholas doesn’t take long to fuck up and I hope they’re as far from the brothel as possible when it happens! Dammit! Now we know what’s going on and fat lot of good it does if there’s nothing we can do about it! - Serena exploded.
- What about Ramthis’ spy? Tell Ramthis what’s going on and he might get the spy to do something! - Kyle suggested.
- No, it’s not possible, what information we get from him is because they don’t suspect him. We can’t risk getting him discovered and lose that valuable contact, we won’t be able to infiltrate another spy again if that happens. Ramthis will not risk Someri. There’s nothing we can do! We can only wait for Nicholas to screw up, I’m quite surprised he hasn’t yet. He usually doesn’t take this long. - Serena scoffed. - We must let Michael sleep, he needs it, and you guys have classes tomorrow. -
Serena went to open the bathroom door and call the girls.
- It’s over, you can come out now. Michael’s sleeping. - She told them gently.
They came out, red eyed, having got the whole thing mostly from Ava. Stuart quickly shot something into Michael and withdrew the needle. Maria lay beside Michael whispering his name and he slid over her the second he sensed her at his side.
- Can we stay with you, please? - Laurie asked shyly, as she held Ava’s hand tight.
- Of course. - Maria smiled weakly at them through Michael’s hair, as she held him against her with his face buried into her neck.
She turned her head and kissed his cheek, feeling his warm breath and his lips against her pulse point. She felt Michael’s sisters snuggling against their sides just before she closed her eyes and concentrated in sending him her vibes, hoping they would help him heal.
Friday began with Max and Stuart doing a ritual healing. Last night, the human doctor’s experiment had been successful in a way: they now knew where they were standing, but still, their hands were tied. Today was the third day of the torturous nightmares which Nicholas was submitting Michael to. No way was he letting the boy go, even after the fiasco at the end of the kidnap thing that was going just great until Khivar had to stick his big nose into his otherwise perfect plans. Damn him! That first Earth night had gone all wrong. Although each session had been a week away on Antar, Nicholas hadn’t been able to adjust them to once a night on Earth right away as he had wanted, and it had been just too much for the part of Michael there. No wonder the boy had exploded the way he had, he was hurting with each breath, it was amazing he had been able to ride without falling. He really had guts, that one, it’s what made him one hell of a victim…and one hell of a warrior. But somehow, this last time, the fifth one on Antar, Nicholas was able to get it right, so it happened only once that night on Earth. At least the boy’s alien and human healers had also got their shit together to do something about it so the kid wouldn’t pass out in school and end up in a hospital before anyone could prevent his hybrid status discovered through a blood test.
Maria woke up as she heard the door of the room open, and she saw Max and Stuart pad towards the bed. She nodded to them and they both gently rolled Michael on his side to allow Maria to get up. She guessed what they were going to do, so she preferred to go hide in the bathroom before she had to run for it again like last night.
Max knelt between Michael’s thighs spreading them just enough not to cause him any more discomfort than he was already in. Stuart sat beside them, supervising. Max only dared use his finger as the least touch made Michael contract painfully.
He slid it in, thick with Vaseline and with utmost care, still reluctantly having to use some force. When he was finally all the way in, Max looked at Stuart and shook his head frowning, as Stuart grabbed his wrist to access the damage along with him and see if there was any way he could help. When Max released the healing light, Michael grunted and clenched so hard, both healers were sure the alien one would lose the invading digit. Max didn’t want to think how it would have been like if it had been his cock in there. They felt the torn tissue mending and Max started to remove his finger as carefully as when he had inserted it. Max couldn’t help skimming over Michael’s prostate the way the boy was squeezing, making the patient jerk and his middle finger was accidentally pushed against the chains of the piercing right in front of it. Michael’s orgasm was so violent that he shuddered and whimpered without control for at least thirty seconds. Max and Stuart were surprised to see him do something he rarely did: reach back with both hands to try to stop him, and the expression on his face begged him to ease his suffering. Max waited until Michael had relaxed enough to finish the removal as gently as was possible under the circumstances. Then Stuart took over. He infiltrated both buttocks with pain killer hoping it lasted enough to get him through the school day. Laurie’s excuse of Michael’s broken ribs to cover the kidnap was working out perfectly, using the real spill he had taken from Moonshadow soon after Ava arrived. It was now helping also with Michael’s obvious soreness, attributing it to the very real injections Stuart was giving him to keep him going through the other daily nightmare that classes had become. Still, Michael ended unfailingly at the nurse’s after the lunch break for the extra fix that Stuart, instinctively thinking ahead, had provided with the proper prescription, and the infiltrating instructions. That at least helped him get through the school day.
Michael had been managing fairly well, barely wincing as he carefully sat down under the curious gaze of the other students. When the teachers asked him if he was alright, he part truthfully said he was getting a lot of injections because his still healing ribs had began to act up again. His constant fighting of the last couple of weeks was the other perfect excuse for that. Gradually, the jabs began escalating alarmingly until from just uncomfortable, they rose to searing pain by the time Laurie and Michael finished lunch. Laurie had noticed him gulping his food as if eating was a struggle, but when she silently questioned him with her eyes, he bit down a wince and shook his head, so she didn’t insist. They started walking side by side and Laurie didn’t realize that Michael had dropped behind until she felt his hand on her shoulder making her turn to him. She was shocked to see how he was trying to hold back the excruciating pain he was now in. Stuart had told them before he left for the hospital, he had spoken to the Principal, Mr. Robertson, telling him about Michael’s recurring problem with ribs but the boy had insisted on going to school, so he was sending some medication with the prescription and the instructions for the nurse in case he needed it.
- Michael, you must go to the nurse! Here, I’ll help you! - Laurie wrapped her arm around his waist, feeling him clammy with sweat.
- I’ll manage; it’s just around the corner. You go get the meds from my locker. - He whispered.
- No, Michael, I want to make sure you get there all right, then I’ll run for them, c’mon. -
Another jab hit him ending in a shuddering spasm and she didn’t know how she had managed to hold him up. For a moment, she saw herself on the floor flat on her back with Michael over her, imagining the dirty minded looks on the faces of everyone around them. It took them longer than they had expected but once there, the nurse rushed towards them.
- What happened? - She asked.
- My brother has some cracked ribs, his doctor sent some medication, it’s in his locker, I’ll get it as soon as he lies down. - Laurie informed her.
- Yes, Principal Robertson told me. Dupree, right? - She helped Laurie get Michael to the cot.
- Yes, Michael Dupree. - They eased Michael on it and he stretched out face down as Laurie raced out of the infirmary.
- You ok like that? Can I help you roll over? - The nurse asked a little intrigued.
- The damage is in my back. - He whispered.
- Let me see. - She raised his t-shirt slowly and saw the scars of the original broken ribs which Max hadn’t tried to take away as all West Roswell High had witnessed them and it was probably in Michael’s file.
- When did this happen? - She asked, sure they weren’t so recent.
- A few months ago, then I cracked them again. - Michael said huskily.
- How was the first time? - Michael felt her fingers tracing the mended skin.
- Baseball bat…a pissed off guy…- He had to pause between both phases.
- And the next one? - She went on.
- A stupid fall, going over a course, my horse fell on me, the stirrup did the trick. - Michael bit out the words.
- That’s the metal thing you put your foot in, right? - She watched Michael nod.
His back was beaded with sweat by the time Laurie burst into the room with the bag. She went to stand by Michael holding his hand in both of hers as the nurse emptied the contents on her desk and checked the instructions. She brought the stuff on a tray, and placed it on the table by the cot.
- I’m sorry, but you’ll have to leave. - She smiled apologetically.
- What? He’s my kid brother! I’m right there with him when his doctor, my brother in law medicates him at home! - Laurie protested.
- I have to get his pants down…- She explained.
- I know that! I’m going to go to Medical School when I graduate, I always stay when he gets his medication! - Laurie insisted.
- It’s the rules, if I let you stay I’ll get in trouble. - She frowned.
- It’s ok, sis, I’ll be fine. You should be in class…go on…- Michael welcomed Laurie’s kiss on his cheek and her caress on his hair before she reluctantly backed out of the room.
- Honey, I need to unfasten your jeans. - She tried to roll him over enough to do it.
- I’ll do it. - Michael pushed his hand under him and used his powers to unzip.
The nurse pulled his jeans down slowly as Michael could barely help. She arched her eyebrows when she saw he was commando and she leant forwards to check out the brands. What was it with kids and tattoos nowadays?
- I need you to open your legs. The instructions insist on this first. - She told him as she struggled to get the pants past his knees.
Michael remembered Stuart had pushed a suppository into him before the injections, to ease the pain locally, while the other drug kicked in, so that was probably what she meant to do. He pushed up all he could on his knees, as he spread his thighs. It wasn’t much but he felt her hand expertly easing his buttocks apart as far as it was necessary and slide the slippery thing into him, followed by her rubber gloved finger, making sure it went deep enough. Michael instinctively clenched and moaned.
- Did I hurt you? - She sounded concerned, having noticed Max and Isabel’s scars towards the back and front of his opening.
- It’s ok, I’m used to that and the needles…I can’t keep pills down. - He winced, feeling her slowly pulling out.
As her finger moved away, she couldn’t help notice the piercing and nudge it softly. Michael jerked and grunted with a painful contraction which he was sure she had felt.
- You kids are nuts! - She shook her head. - How could you get that there? -
- It was a bet.. - Michael was quick with his answer.
- Ok, you did it, but can’t you get rid of it now? - She wondered.
- I lost the bet to my girlfriend. She likes to play with it. - It was true in a way.
- It must hurt…- She grimaced.
- Yeah, it hurts damn good…- He gasped as she moved the chains with her fingertip but this time the pain was bearable and he could tell the first medication she had given him was working.
- Well then…- She said.
Michael felt the coolness of alcohol on the right side of his butt and then she proceeded to inject him about an inch away from each of the scabs left by Stuart’s infiltration of that morning.
Michael moaned into his arm and the pillow as she finished on one side and went on to the other. She massaged him very efficiently, and then she slid her hands as if absentmindedly down his thighs and back up to his ass.
- So these muscles are from riding? - She asked.
- Yeah, and I play hockey too. - He smirked.
- How about the piercing, when you ride? - She wondered.
- It kind of tickles, in a nice way. - He gave her a sexy grin.
Then unexpectedly, he felt her fingertip on his ass again.
- Who did this to you? - Her voice was laced with suspicion and a no nonsense tone.
- I was raped when I was a kid. - He opted for the truth.
- More than once…- She observed.
- I had a mean foster father…- It was useless to lie, he sensed she could tell if he was lying.
- Sorry kid, none of my business. - She patted his thigh fondly.
- It’s ok…I need to sleep. - He knew it was the easiest way out.
- Yes, I’m sure you need it. - She tugged at his jeans.
Michael pushed up enough so she could slide them up his thighs. Then she pulled them as carefully as she could over his butt turning to his face as she heard him hiss, and saw him wince and bite his lower lip hard. She tousled his hair feeling bad at having hurt him again and he took a deep breath ending in a sigh. She saw he was relaxing so she went to sit at her desk concentrating on a book.
Michael observed her through slit eyes, her name tag said “Anna”. She was probably in her mid thirties and skinny. She had straight shoulder length Swedish blond hair and was very white, with pink cheeks. Her eyes were pale grey and she wore thick glasses. She should try contacts, she was rather good looking. “Shit!” he thought, “Maria will kick my ass if she finds out I found a middle aged nurse pretty!” He almost chuckled. He started getting sleepy as the drug kicked in, easing the pain even more so he just let go.
Anna kept checking him out every minute or so. She noticed he was breathing evenly and was definitely asleep now.
“God, the kid’s damn hot! Wish I were young enough for him! What am I thinking! The boy has a girlfriend who’s a sadistic bitch. I’ve heard she’s studying some kind of new techniques at the local University’s College of Medicine, so she must be older than him. Who knows what she does to him! Oh well, as long as he likes it, it’s their problem. Ain’t she lucky, catching someone like him. They say he was lost in the South American jungle since he was a baby and brought back by some American missionaries or some kind of Peace Corps couple. They told me he had met his half sister quite by accident but the family resemblance spoke for itself, so he suddenly found out he was loaded. Incredible.” She was brought out of her thoughts as the sleeping boy groaned and turned his head to face away from her. He also shifted his hips just a tad so her eyes roamed down and she couldn’t help remembering his gorgeous ass bared for her.
“Look at that ass! He must have run around naked or almost there in that rain forest, no wonder his foster father couldn’t help having his fun with him. Who wouldn’t! Shit! I’m sick! What’s wrong with me? I’ve never even taken a second look at any of the boys here in school, but there’s this sexiness about this kid…”
The bell at the end of the school day had her getting her stuff together waiting for the last minute to wake him up. She was taking off her whites when she heard the girl coming in behind her.
- Michael? You ok honey? Hey, wake up, let’s go home. -
Anna turned to see Laurie Dupree patting her brother’s cheek and playing with his hair, which she recalled was baby soft yet abundant when she had touched it.
- He fell asleep after the shots, he should be alright now. Need a hand? - Anna offered to help, smiling.
- Yes thanks, he’s a heavy sleeper. Here, help me roll him over, that wakes him up. - Laurie said.
They only went as far as rolling him on his side with his back towards them because that was all the cot allowed short of dropping him to the floor. Anna was standing at his hip and when Michael’s ass pressed against her stomach, he moaned and muttered clear enough to Laurie’s horror:
- No, wait! It hurts…you’re too…-
Michael was about to say “big” or “thick” or “dry” but whichever it was, Laurie couldn’t let him to go on, noticing the knowing look on the nurse’s face and hoping it was just her imagination that she was only curious. She did the only thing that could shut him up, not caring what the nurse might think. She leant over and kissed him on the mouth. It was quick and although his lips were parted as he formed the words, hers weren’t. She kept them very close to his as she whispered soothingly:
- Shhh Michael, you’re just having a nightmare, please wake up, baby bro! - She pressed her cheek to his lips and felt them moving against her as he whispered her name.
- Laurie? -
- C’mon, kid, let’s go home. - Laurie’s smile was full of love and Anna could tell it was just the pure sibling kind.
Michael slid off the cot and only then did Anna notice how tall he really was. He gave her that awesome smirk and she melted when he hugged her and kissed the top of her head.
- Thanks. - He whispered against her hair.
Anna knew that if she dared try to speak she would only manage to croak so she just nodded and smiled, wishing he would be back. He would and then, she would wish he hadn’t.
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the calm before the storm
Chapter 53
Khivar was intrigued by Nicholas being in such good mood lately, specially since they had almost come to blows just a little over a month ago. It would have been stupid, cause Nicholas knew Khivar, thin as he was, could have beaten the crap out of his much smaller frame. Khivar turned his full attention to Nicholas, and a closer look showed him his cousin looked quite relaxed and smug, which from personal experience, Khivar knew that kind of self contentment only came from sexual satisfaction. Could Nicholas have finally found someone? But who? Who would want to be with him? Nicholas couldn’t be prowling the brothels, finicky as he was, and no way he was using the Royal one because although Khivar knew he had never shown any interest in it, he had banned him from it anyway, just in case. And he would be raising hell if he had found out about the ban, so no, it wasn’t that. Whatever it was he was up to, it had to be during the few hours every night when he was in his brothel; once a week, he had a great time with his new toy, and the other days he just let his whores give him quick blow jobs while he sat on his ultra comfortable alien version of an easy chair, checking how the boy was doing. After the first time with the Royal prince, sex with his elite courtesans didn’t do it for him anymore. With the boy, he felt like he was raping a virgin each time, he had never expected it to be so good! If that stupid Nicholas was playing around again with humans, Khivar would really teach him the lesson he deserved this time. The last thing Khivar wanted was to have the human part of the Royal prince alerted to what was going on with his alien part here on Antar. The witch had assured him she had isolated both parts completely and Nicholas’ meddling would remind the human side of the prince that he had an alien one and he had the power to merge with it and sent Khivar’s fun down the drain. He had no way of knowing how far the hybrid had advanced with his powers. They should have awakened some human years ago. He knew Nicholas had been desperately trying to find another human body that could suit his needs but wasn’t getting anywhere. It was his fault! Look at the way he had messed it up when he had finally made it to Earth, bitter and angry at the only body that had been compatible with his height. What did he expect? But he had to be a bastard and had to keep trying for the defective Vilandra who was as different from the real one as night from day. Of course the stupid Nicholas had wanted to please Khivar, his powerful cousin, and try to kill the hybrid prince, only getting his inefficient body wiped out. That idiot! Khivar had been so glad to be rid of him when he was doing his spying on Earth as he should have been doing, not getting directly involved and screwing it up! Now he had no way of finding out what was happening on Earth and it seemed his damn cousin was aiming for another go at trying to please him by contacting humans to do his spying and was surely going to screw up even worse than before if he got the hybrid suspicious. Unfortunately, Khivar needed the dumb dwarf. Their fathers had trained them in different powers to make sure they would always be together, complementing one another. Nicholas’ inferiority complex because of his short stature had him always trying to make sure Khivar was pleased with him. He tried to present him with the body of the dead prince’s human hybrid but failed, and now ironically, Khivar felt honoured by the Grumper witch choosing him for her last opportunity to contact the living, by coming to give him the living prince as an apology. That was far better than a dead body and he had been nicely tricked into believing Nicholas knew nothing of it. He had no way of knowing that the crone was really his troublesome cousin. That was Nicholas’ ace up his sleeve. He hated to remember how Khivar had teased him when they were children saying they all laughed at him because he was a midget, and Nicholas would throw back at him that they also laughed at his spooky looking white skin that made him look like a walking dead. But Khivar always had the last word saying that they never laughed in his face like they did at Nicholas, and it was the truth. They wouldn’t dare because of Khivar’s important father so Nicholas was the target for all the nasty jokes. Khivar knew Nicholas never lost a chance to get back at him even if it got him in trouble, but Nicholas knew that Khivar needed his powers to get him where he wanted, so who had who by the balls? Now Khivar was obsessed with Nicholas’ current games and he needed someone who could find them out for him. But it was so hard to trust anyone these days…
Someri was surprised when Khivar approached him and asked him to find out where Nicholas was hiding lately, because he had twice sent his guards to get him and he was nowhere to be found.
- I’ve been watching you. You are very discreet and efficient, the best I’ve had so far. I want you to find out where he goes, he mustn’t know that I’m having him followed, and then I want you to take me to see what he’s up to. - Khivar ordered.
- Yes my lord. - Someri saluted and respectfully turned his eyes towards the floor before he left.
He knew very well where Nicholas was, but he had to pretend he didn’t and take some reasonable time “looking for him” and “finding” him. He also wanted to catch him doing whatever it was he was doing, but for a different master, and so far the timing of his shifts at Khivar’s door had made it impossible. Now was the perfect chance. He let two whole days pass, to make it seem difficult, but in the evening of the second day, Someri went to Khivar with the good news.
When Khivar had been at the brothel for his seventh time with the prince a couple of nights before, he had brought a very special present. One of the dumb beasts provided by the scavengers had fallen accidentally into a very well hidden cave and found an ancient looking dust covered box. The idiot held on to it for dear life, trying to please his new master and insisted he would only yield it to Khivar. When he was brought over to him and Khivar saw the box, he had a very hard time preventing his jaw from hitting the ground. He took a sideways glance and saw Nicholas was in the same condition, plus a greedy glint in his eye. Khivar inwardly cheered his luck, and accepted it with a touch of ceremony, touching the bent head’s filthy hair, and dismissed him as fast as he could, almost barfing at the thought of having had to place his hand on the stinking creature. Once alone he turned to Nicholas, with a mocking smile.
“Do you know what this is, cousin?” He spat the last word as he usually did when he used it.
“It’s definitely the box, but will the whip be in there?” Nicholas was pale, hoping he was right and it was empty.
“May as well make sure…” Khivar blasted the lid aside, careful not to damage the carvings in the ancient language, which worshipped the cult of Supay (soup-eye) which meant ‘devil’ in the Andes tongue, as this demon-like deformed being, had turned to the bad side because of her offending appearance, bitter by her ill luck of having been born like that without any logical explanation. In a fit of madness, she had kidnapped the last born Royal child, only three days old, after overpowering the queen herself, and slit the tender throat with a slash of the whip she always carried, drinking all his blood. By the time the shocked queen found her voice, she brought the place down with her screams, and couldn’t believe her eyes when the horrid being shot out of the window and disappeared. Legend said that the new, strong, pure Royal blood gave him the powers of the Royals as long as he held the whip which had caused the Royal blood to flow and the eventual death. The demon, as she was called after the crime, was mercilessly hunted down and finally cornered in a maze of small caves near the road that led to the North of the planet. Her head was cut off right there by the king but the infamous whip was not found. It was obvious she had hidden it well, so the whole place was blasted until it was totally destroyed, hoping the whip was gone too. Years later, all the enemies of the Royals were said to worship Supay, asking her for the strength to vanquish them in battle and their shields bore the carving of her whip on them.
Khivar found a greasy plain reed woven bag and used his powers to open it, revealing the simple whip which had been sought for and craved after since it was lost.
“Khivar…” Nicholas whispered in a trembling voice.
“NO! This was given to me! It’s mine now! It belongs to me!” Khivar held it against him greedily.
“Have you forgotten it also carries a curse put on it by the Royals? That it may hurt but not kill a Royal again, and if you use it against one, that Royal will be the one who eventually kills you.” Nicholas nodded, now gloating himself.
“That’s just a silly lie to try to scare us! How could they put a curse on it if they never found it?” Khivar scoffed. “Do you believe in those idiotic attempts of the Royals to scare the stupid peasants into respecting them? Yes, you would!”
Khivar shoved the whip into the bag in the box and closed it, tucking it under his arm.”
“Be careful, cousin…” Nicholas spat the way just like Khivar did. “I’m warning you!”
“Go find something useful to do! I’ll be busy so I won’t see you until tomorrow. Get out of my way!” Khivar pushed Nicholas roughly against the wall and left.
Nicholas knew just where he was going so he rushed to his secret room to summon the crone.
“Khivar has…” He began in a desperate whine.
“I know, I’m dead, remember? We can see what you can’t. You need protection.” The witch cackled, very amused.
“Is there one? Will it work against Royals?” Nicholas was surprised.
“No, it won’t work against a true Royal, but Khivar isn’t really one, right? He just gets their powers through the whip, that doesn’t make him one. Here…” She handed him what looked like a chord, full of dainty little knots. “Wear it around your neck, waist, ankle or wrist. While you have it against your skin, Khivar’s Royal powers won’t be able to detect you, just focusing on the one holding the whip. Beware of being tempted to hold it through his hand too, cause then he’ll know you’re there. That’s all I can do, but I think it’s enough.” She assured him as she began to fade.
“Alright, alright. Just go!” Nicholas dismissed her with a wave of his hand and dove into Khivar’s head.
Khivar strode into the brothel feeling like he was the king of the universe. He had the whip and he planned to use it, sure of the hallucinating effects it would have on the Royal flesh. He grinned when he saw all the whores surrounding the sleeping boy. The hungry bitches were drooling over the beautiful young boy! Damn them! They could watch him enjoy him all he wanted, but they would never have him. He would be warned the second their slutty hands strayed from his ass to his balls or cock and he would make the offending appendages disappear until they cried and begged him to give them back. They wouldn’t be able to eat without hands would they? And anyone else who tried to help them would suffer the same fate. He was a very nice master but there were limits where the Royal brat was concerned, and it was about time they found out about them. He burst into the room just as one on them was making the boy squirm as she pinched the pierced patch of skin just about to skim over the chains to his balls. Khivar was outraged as he aimed his hand towards her wandering one, and her scream proved how successful he had been. He waved it back again as the woman gasped and turned towards him.
“My lord!” She exclaimed with both surprise and relief painted on her face to see her hand materialize back again.
“The only male parts you are allowed to touch are mine! That’s just an example of what will happen if you disobey, and I won’t be lenient on that!”
“I’m sorry my lord, it was just innocent curiosity, it will not happen again, I swear!” She bent her head respectfully.
“That goes for all of you! All, is that clear?” He said in a louder tone than the one he always used with them.
“Yes, my lord.” They replied in a chorus detecting for the first time a hint of fear in them and was satisfied he had made his point loud and clear.
He didn’t want them to get out of hands, but wanted them on his side still, you never knew what they would be capable of, now that he felt threatened from every direction.
“Hold him down! Stay away from his ass!” Khivar instructed and he could see their startled faces as they did what they were told.
Khivar took the whip out from the box and peeled the bag away. He saw the women’s eyes triple their size when they saw what he held in his hand.
“Hold him tight! If he moves away you will get it on your hands!” He warned and their cornered looks told him they knew he really meant it.
Khivar cracked the whip hard across the sleeping and unsuspecting Michael’s butt.
“Ahhh!” The boy cried out and jerked as the women held on to him for all they were worth.
Khivar rained lashes on him until his arm was tired, as the boy buried his face in the bed and shuddered.
“UNGH!” They could hear him grunt each time he was struck.
Khivar stopped to give his arm a rest and watch with satisfaction the deep bleeding cuts on the boy’s ass and upper thighs as well as the frightened looks on the women’s blood spattered faces when they looked down to find their clothes in the same condition as their partners’ scared features.
Ithmene and Uliana were the first ones out of the initial shock and opened their mouths to dare protest, but Khivar silenced them with one look and a shake of his head. Their faces were red with anger and frustration, but they didn’t dare speak. Khivar had transformed into someone they didn’t know at all! He cracked half a dozen more on the boy’s butt and thighs and then waved the whip clean before he placed it back in the box and closed it. He knelt on the bed between the boy’s spread thighs pushing them further apart with his knees and slid his hands under the smooth belly to pull Michael’s hips up off the bed. Then he used his hands on the round globes to make his target accessible and just rammed in. Khivar felt the boy’s body had turned to stone, and his cock was caught in a vice. He had to freeze to stop himself from coming. As soon as he was able to move again, he started pumping in and out of the amazingly narrow passage, in full control now, feeling the delicate tissues ripping and tearing, coating him with thick Royal blood which had proved to be a fairly effective lubricant. Michael just shut his eyes tight and gritted his teeth, his only consolation were his friends safe on Earth.
Three days later, Khivar was finding the wait for the boy to be ready for him again, getting on his nerves. Having to go to the brothel just for his whores wasn’t much fun anymore after he had possessed the boy. It was actually driving him out of his mind being there and not being able to have him, so he was in dire need for entertainment to make him forget about his forced abstinence from his new addiction. It was getting worse after each time, the last week had also had him in this foul mood which no one could account for, and he knew he was about to lose it when only Nicholas seemed to be smiling knowingly at his impatience until Khivar couldn’t take it anymore and sent him away. Someri had also noticed it from where he stood at the door, waiting for a chance to report his findings to Khivar, and he was glad the way to confirm his suspicions about Nicholas had conveniently fallen into his hands. Once alone, Khivar waved him in and heard what he had to say, then he had them both clothed in black cloaks to pass undetected and unrecognized in case the first one failed and they were seen. Someri took the dimly lit streets until they reached the narrow alley that led to the secret hideaway. He stood in front of the sealed door and nodded. Khivar pushed him roughly aside and used his powers to open the door which he had already sensed it was sealed from the inside.
Neither of them was prepared for what met their astonished eyes when the door burst open, not even Someri, who already suspected foul play.
Nicholas was sitting cross legged in the middle of the room in this weird position, with his upper body thrown back so that his face was facing the ceiling. His palms on the floor held him up and his eyes were open but rolled back into his head. A small controlled fire was burning all around him, isolating him from the rest of the room and there was this familiar smell, like that of old people coming from whatever was burning to make the fire as bright and as high as it was, which wasn’t much but seemed to jump up at them when they got too near. Nicholas was babbling incoherently, drool cascading down his chin and Someri could immediately recognize the human language.
- What the hell is he saying? - Khivar asked rhetorically but Someri answered anyway.
- It’s not Antares…perhaps a dialect from the scavengers? I don’t understand it. - Of course he didn’t. He had only heard that human language when he had found the lord Ramthis sitting by his healing son, and the boy was delirious. This was what the hybrid prince had been speaking in his fevered state. He knew it was the same because it sounded exactly the same, but he wasn’t telling Khivar.
Being family, Khivar could force himself into Nicholas’ mind although that wasn’t his particular power, so that’s what he did.
“Neeklas! What are you doing?!” Khivar yelled.
Nicholas’ initial fear turned into anger at having been discovered.
“Dammit Khivar! Get out of my head!”
“Not until you tell me what you’re up to! And don’t even try to force me out because I won’t let you!”
Khivar’s fury boosted his strength and Nicholas uselessly struggled to get rid of him.
“I’m searching for a human body, isn’t that what you want me to do? Go back to spying on Earth for you?”
“Wrong! I’m not risking you screwing it up again. Drop it Neeklas! You won’t get another chance.” Khivar felt the change in Nicholas, who knew how to get through to Khivar’s ambition.
“I’ve got real good at this, cousin, of course getting a body would be more direct, but I’m realizing it’s much better this way because no one would suspect us, it’s perfectly safe for us, and we can do and get what we want…c’mon, I’ll show you …you’ll love it!” Nicholas coaxed him, knowing he had him as easily as he had got him hooked on the Royal boy.
Khivar started feeling dizzy and got scared but it was Nicholas who had him now, and didn’t let him go. That was his specialty: he didn’t just mindwarped, he actually took over and they both became one to the point that Khivar was sure Nicholas’ ideas were really his, just like the last time when he took over the witch so that was whom Khivar thought it had been all the time. Nicholas took his now willing passenger on the trip he had been before they interrupted him, searching for a human mind compatible to make the contact. Suddenly one clicked and as Nicholas dove into it, he was sure he had been there before. “Uh oh…” Nicholas thought as he recognized the essence when it was too late to back off. Of all people, it had to be Jesse Ramirez!
Khivar was intrigued by Nicholas being in such good mood lately, specially since they had almost come to blows just a little over a month ago. It would have been stupid, cause Nicholas knew Khivar, thin as he was, could have beaten the crap out of his much smaller frame. Khivar turned his full attention to Nicholas, and a closer look showed him his cousin looked quite relaxed and smug, which from personal experience, Khivar knew that kind of self contentment only came from sexual satisfaction. Could Nicholas have finally found someone? But who? Who would want to be with him? Nicholas couldn’t be prowling the brothels, finicky as he was, and no way he was using the Royal one because although Khivar knew he had never shown any interest in it, he had banned him from it anyway, just in case. And he would be raising hell if he had found out about the ban, so no, it wasn’t that. Whatever it was he was up to, it had to be during the few hours every night when he was in his brothel; once a week, he had a great time with his new toy, and the other days he just let his whores give him quick blow jobs while he sat on his ultra comfortable alien version of an easy chair, checking how the boy was doing. After the first time with the Royal prince, sex with his elite courtesans didn’t do it for him anymore. With the boy, he felt like he was raping a virgin each time, he had never expected it to be so good! If that stupid Nicholas was playing around again with humans, Khivar would really teach him the lesson he deserved this time. The last thing Khivar wanted was to have the human part of the Royal prince alerted to what was going on with his alien part here on Antar. The witch had assured him she had isolated both parts completely and Nicholas’ meddling would remind the human side of the prince that he had an alien one and he had the power to merge with it and sent Khivar’s fun down the drain. He had no way of knowing how far the hybrid had advanced with his powers. They should have awakened some human years ago. He knew Nicholas had been desperately trying to find another human body that could suit his needs but wasn’t getting anywhere. It was his fault! Look at the way he had messed it up when he had finally made it to Earth, bitter and angry at the only body that had been compatible with his height. What did he expect? But he had to be a bastard and had to keep trying for the defective Vilandra who was as different from the real one as night from day. Of course the stupid Nicholas had wanted to please Khivar, his powerful cousin, and try to kill the hybrid prince, only getting his inefficient body wiped out. That idiot! Khivar had been so glad to be rid of him when he was doing his spying on Earth as he should have been doing, not getting directly involved and screwing it up! Now he had no way of finding out what was happening on Earth and it seemed his damn cousin was aiming for another go at trying to please him by contacting humans to do his spying and was surely going to screw up even worse than before if he got the hybrid suspicious. Unfortunately, Khivar needed the dumb dwarf. Their fathers had trained them in different powers to make sure they would always be together, complementing one another. Nicholas’ inferiority complex because of his short stature had him always trying to make sure Khivar was pleased with him. He tried to present him with the body of the dead prince’s human hybrid but failed, and now ironically, Khivar felt honoured by the Grumper witch choosing him for her last opportunity to contact the living, by coming to give him the living prince as an apology. That was far better than a dead body and he had been nicely tricked into believing Nicholas knew nothing of it. He had no way of knowing that the crone was really his troublesome cousin. That was Nicholas’ ace up his sleeve. He hated to remember how Khivar had teased him when they were children saying they all laughed at him because he was a midget, and Nicholas would throw back at him that they also laughed at his spooky looking white skin that made him look like a walking dead. But Khivar always had the last word saying that they never laughed in his face like they did at Nicholas, and it was the truth. They wouldn’t dare because of Khivar’s important father so Nicholas was the target for all the nasty jokes. Khivar knew Nicholas never lost a chance to get back at him even if it got him in trouble, but Nicholas knew that Khivar needed his powers to get him where he wanted, so who had who by the balls? Now Khivar was obsessed with Nicholas’ current games and he needed someone who could find them out for him. But it was so hard to trust anyone these days…
Someri was surprised when Khivar approached him and asked him to find out where Nicholas was hiding lately, because he had twice sent his guards to get him and he was nowhere to be found.
- I’ve been watching you. You are very discreet and efficient, the best I’ve had so far. I want you to find out where he goes, he mustn’t know that I’m having him followed, and then I want you to take me to see what he’s up to. - Khivar ordered.
- Yes my lord. - Someri saluted and respectfully turned his eyes towards the floor before he left.
He knew very well where Nicholas was, but he had to pretend he didn’t and take some reasonable time “looking for him” and “finding” him. He also wanted to catch him doing whatever it was he was doing, but for a different master, and so far the timing of his shifts at Khivar’s door had made it impossible. Now was the perfect chance. He let two whole days pass, to make it seem difficult, but in the evening of the second day, Someri went to Khivar with the good news.
When Khivar had been at the brothel for his seventh time with the prince a couple of nights before, he had brought a very special present. One of the dumb beasts provided by the scavengers had fallen accidentally into a very well hidden cave and found an ancient looking dust covered box. The idiot held on to it for dear life, trying to please his new master and insisted he would only yield it to Khivar. When he was brought over to him and Khivar saw the box, he had a very hard time preventing his jaw from hitting the ground. He took a sideways glance and saw Nicholas was in the same condition, plus a greedy glint in his eye. Khivar inwardly cheered his luck, and accepted it with a touch of ceremony, touching the bent head’s filthy hair, and dismissed him as fast as he could, almost barfing at the thought of having had to place his hand on the stinking creature. Once alone he turned to Nicholas, with a mocking smile.
“Do you know what this is, cousin?” He spat the last word as he usually did when he used it.
“It’s definitely the box, but will the whip be in there?” Nicholas was pale, hoping he was right and it was empty.
“May as well make sure…” Khivar blasted the lid aside, careful not to damage the carvings in the ancient language, which worshipped the cult of Supay (soup-eye) which meant ‘devil’ in the Andes tongue, as this demon-like deformed being, had turned to the bad side because of her offending appearance, bitter by her ill luck of having been born like that without any logical explanation. In a fit of madness, she had kidnapped the last born Royal child, only three days old, after overpowering the queen herself, and slit the tender throat with a slash of the whip she always carried, drinking all his blood. By the time the shocked queen found her voice, she brought the place down with her screams, and couldn’t believe her eyes when the horrid being shot out of the window and disappeared. Legend said that the new, strong, pure Royal blood gave him the powers of the Royals as long as he held the whip which had caused the Royal blood to flow and the eventual death. The demon, as she was called after the crime, was mercilessly hunted down and finally cornered in a maze of small caves near the road that led to the North of the planet. Her head was cut off right there by the king but the infamous whip was not found. It was obvious she had hidden it well, so the whole place was blasted until it was totally destroyed, hoping the whip was gone too. Years later, all the enemies of the Royals were said to worship Supay, asking her for the strength to vanquish them in battle and their shields bore the carving of her whip on them.
Khivar found a greasy plain reed woven bag and used his powers to open it, revealing the simple whip which had been sought for and craved after since it was lost.
“Khivar…” Nicholas whispered in a trembling voice.
“NO! This was given to me! It’s mine now! It belongs to me!” Khivar held it against him greedily.
“Have you forgotten it also carries a curse put on it by the Royals? That it may hurt but not kill a Royal again, and if you use it against one, that Royal will be the one who eventually kills you.” Nicholas nodded, now gloating himself.
“That’s just a silly lie to try to scare us! How could they put a curse on it if they never found it?” Khivar scoffed. “Do you believe in those idiotic attempts of the Royals to scare the stupid peasants into respecting them? Yes, you would!”
Khivar shoved the whip into the bag in the box and closed it, tucking it under his arm.”
“Be careful, cousin…” Nicholas spat the way just like Khivar did. “I’m warning you!”
“Go find something useful to do! I’ll be busy so I won’t see you until tomorrow. Get out of my way!” Khivar pushed Nicholas roughly against the wall and left.
Nicholas knew just where he was going so he rushed to his secret room to summon the crone.
“Khivar has…” He began in a desperate whine.
“I know, I’m dead, remember? We can see what you can’t. You need protection.” The witch cackled, very amused.
“Is there one? Will it work against Royals?” Nicholas was surprised.
“No, it won’t work against a true Royal, but Khivar isn’t really one, right? He just gets their powers through the whip, that doesn’t make him one. Here…” She handed him what looked like a chord, full of dainty little knots. “Wear it around your neck, waist, ankle or wrist. While you have it against your skin, Khivar’s Royal powers won’t be able to detect you, just focusing on the one holding the whip. Beware of being tempted to hold it through his hand too, cause then he’ll know you’re there. That’s all I can do, but I think it’s enough.” She assured him as she began to fade.
“Alright, alright. Just go!” Nicholas dismissed her with a wave of his hand and dove into Khivar’s head.
Khivar strode into the brothel feeling like he was the king of the universe. He had the whip and he planned to use it, sure of the hallucinating effects it would have on the Royal flesh. He grinned when he saw all the whores surrounding the sleeping boy. The hungry bitches were drooling over the beautiful young boy! Damn them! They could watch him enjoy him all he wanted, but they would never have him. He would be warned the second their slutty hands strayed from his ass to his balls or cock and he would make the offending appendages disappear until they cried and begged him to give them back. They wouldn’t be able to eat without hands would they? And anyone else who tried to help them would suffer the same fate. He was a very nice master but there were limits where the Royal brat was concerned, and it was about time they found out about them. He burst into the room just as one on them was making the boy squirm as she pinched the pierced patch of skin just about to skim over the chains to his balls. Khivar was outraged as he aimed his hand towards her wandering one, and her scream proved how successful he had been. He waved it back again as the woman gasped and turned towards him.
“My lord!” She exclaimed with both surprise and relief painted on her face to see her hand materialize back again.
“The only male parts you are allowed to touch are mine! That’s just an example of what will happen if you disobey, and I won’t be lenient on that!”
“I’m sorry my lord, it was just innocent curiosity, it will not happen again, I swear!” She bent her head respectfully.
“That goes for all of you! All, is that clear?” He said in a louder tone than the one he always used with them.
“Yes, my lord.” They replied in a chorus detecting for the first time a hint of fear in them and was satisfied he had made his point loud and clear.
He didn’t want them to get out of hands, but wanted them on his side still, you never knew what they would be capable of, now that he felt threatened from every direction.
“Hold him down! Stay away from his ass!” Khivar instructed and he could see their startled faces as they did what they were told.
Khivar took the whip out from the box and peeled the bag away. He saw the women’s eyes triple their size when they saw what he held in his hand.
“Hold him tight! If he moves away you will get it on your hands!” He warned and their cornered looks told him they knew he really meant it.
Khivar cracked the whip hard across the sleeping and unsuspecting Michael’s butt.
“Ahhh!” The boy cried out and jerked as the women held on to him for all they were worth.
Khivar rained lashes on him until his arm was tired, as the boy buried his face in the bed and shuddered.
“UNGH!” They could hear him grunt each time he was struck.
Khivar stopped to give his arm a rest and watch with satisfaction the deep bleeding cuts on the boy’s ass and upper thighs as well as the frightened looks on the women’s blood spattered faces when they looked down to find their clothes in the same condition as their partners’ scared features.
Ithmene and Uliana were the first ones out of the initial shock and opened their mouths to dare protest, but Khivar silenced them with one look and a shake of his head. Their faces were red with anger and frustration, but they didn’t dare speak. Khivar had transformed into someone they didn’t know at all! He cracked half a dozen more on the boy’s butt and thighs and then waved the whip clean before he placed it back in the box and closed it. He knelt on the bed between the boy’s spread thighs pushing them further apart with his knees and slid his hands under the smooth belly to pull Michael’s hips up off the bed. Then he used his hands on the round globes to make his target accessible and just rammed in. Khivar felt the boy’s body had turned to stone, and his cock was caught in a vice. He had to freeze to stop himself from coming. As soon as he was able to move again, he started pumping in and out of the amazingly narrow passage, in full control now, feeling the delicate tissues ripping and tearing, coating him with thick Royal blood which had proved to be a fairly effective lubricant. Michael just shut his eyes tight and gritted his teeth, his only consolation were his friends safe on Earth.
Three days later, Khivar was finding the wait for the boy to be ready for him again, getting on his nerves. Having to go to the brothel just for his whores wasn’t much fun anymore after he had possessed the boy. It was actually driving him out of his mind being there and not being able to have him, so he was in dire need for entertainment to make him forget about his forced abstinence from his new addiction. It was getting worse after each time, the last week had also had him in this foul mood which no one could account for, and he knew he was about to lose it when only Nicholas seemed to be smiling knowingly at his impatience until Khivar couldn’t take it anymore and sent him away. Someri had also noticed it from where he stood at the door, waiting for a chance to report his findings to Khivar, and he was glad the way to confirm his suspicions about Nicholas had conveniently fallen into his hands. Once alone, Khivar waved him in and heard what he had to say, then he had them both clothed in black cloaks to pass undetected and unrecognized in case the first one failed and they were seen. Someri took the dimly lit streets until they reached the narrow alley that led to the secret hideaway. He stood in front of the sealed door and nodded. Khivar pushed him roughly aside and used his powers to open the door which he had already sensed it was sealed from the inside.
Neither of them was prepared for what met their astonished eyes when the door burst open, not even Someri, who already suspected foul play.
Nicholas was sitting cross legged in the middle of the room in this weird position, with his upper body thrown back so that his face was facing the ceiling. His palms on the floor held him up and his eyes were open but rolled back into his head. A small controlled fire was burning all around him, isolating him from the rest of the room and there was this familiar smell, like that of old people coming from whatever was burning to make the fire as bright and as high as it was, which wasn’t much but seemed to jump up at them when they got too near. Nicholas was babbling incoherently, drool cascading down his chin and Someri could immediately recognize the human language.
- What the hell is he saying? - Khivar asked rhetorically but Someri answered anyway.
- It’s not Antares…perhaps a dialect from the scavengers? I don’t understand it. - Of course he didn’t. He had only heard that human language when he had found the lord Ramthis sitting by his healing son, and the boy was delirious. This was what the hybrid prince had been speaking in his fevered state. He knew it was the same because it sounded exactly the same, but he wasn’t telling Khivar.
Being family, Khivar could force himself into Nicholas’ mind although that wasn’t his particular power, so that’s what he did.
“Neeklas! What are you doing?!” Khivar yelled.
Nicholas’ initial fear turned into anger at having been discovered.
“Dammit Khivar! Get out of my head!”
“Not until you tell me what you’re up to! And don’t even try to force me out because I won’t let you!”
Khivar’s fury boosted his strength and Nicholas uselessly struggled to get rid of him.
“I’m searching for a human body, isn’t that what you want me to do? Go back to spying on Earth for you?”
“Wrong! I’m not risking you screwing it up again. Drop it Neeklas! You won’t get another chance.” Khivar felt the change in Nicholas, who knew how to get through to Khivar’s ambition.
“I’ve got real good at this, cousin, of course getting a body would be more direct, but I’m realizing it’s much better this way because no one would suspect us, it’s perfectly safe for us, and we can do and get what we want…c’mon, I’ll show you …you’ll love it!” Nicholas coaxed him, knowing he had him as easily as he had got him hooked on the Royal boy.
Khivar started feeling dizzy and got scared but it was Nicholas who had him now, and didn’t let him go. That was his specialty: he didn’t just mindwarped, he actually took over and they both became one to the point that Khivar was sure Nicholas’ ideas were really his, just like the last time when he took over the witch so that was whom Khivar thought it had been all the time. Nicholas took his now willing passenger on the trip he had been before they interrupted him, searching for a human mind compatible to make the contact. Suddenly one clicked and as Nicholas dove into it, he was sure he had been there before. “Uh oh…” Nicholas thought as he recognized the essence when it was too late to back off. Of all people, it had to be Jesse Ramirez!
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the calm before the storm
Chapter 54
Nicholas blocked out the human momentarily to explain to Khivar who they had landed in and Khivar was tickled to think Vilandra had married this idiot. The human was behaving like a total idiot; he just sat there with a stupid grin on his face, watching this wisp of a female who sent out these gross rabid vibes. Her grin looked like a snarl, ready to bite off those meaty thick lips that were making Khivar want to puke just to think they had kissed the beautiful Vilandra.
“Watch this!” Nicholas gloated, intoxicated with power.
He sent Jesse a vivid flash of Rath-Michael’s torture and death in the infamous chamber, a long way from the now luxurious personal brothel, compressing the two weeks into a few seconds in which the human could enjoy every gruesome detail. Nicholas was thrilled to see the human bitch had sat by her mate at the last minute and held his hand, and now was looking at the male, her eyes almost popping out of her head as she had inadvertently shared the show.
“Jesse! How did you do that?” She whispered.
Khivar understood the foreign word through his contact with Nicholas who answered for the male.
“Just before I met you, I was so pissed by the break up that I wanted to see if some of her alien powers had stuck to me through the…you know…” He refrained from saying ‘sex’ in case she might take up her canine looks seriously and snap at him. “So I took the most advanced mind control course I could find. I was probably right in some way because I was congratulated of being the most amazing student they had ever seen. They even suggested I might go for psychic cop work or easily become a medium. Can you believe that?”
“So this is how that boy Michael died in his previous life. Looks like the fourteenth century, that torture chamber, and his death by impalement… yes, definitely. He seems to have been King Edward II of England. They say he was killed that way and his male lover, Hugh Despenser, had his genitals chopped off before he was hanged and quartered. Those were my kind of people, I’m afraid I’m in the wrong century!” She snarled.
“Yes, probably, congrats on the history lesson!” Nicholas said through the male, not very happy at the fact they not only knew but were so comfortable with the alien side of the story.
Nicholas was expecting Khivar to shoot through the ceiling or go into convulsions but was quite surprised he was taking it so calmly.
“They’ll do.” He said smugly, his time to gloat over Nicholas’ curiosity. “In case one of them fails to finish, then the other will, of that I’m sure. Oh, sorry, I’ll let you know when I think you should, so now you sit tight and wait.”
“What? I was the one who contacted them so I have a right to know what you want them for!” Nicholas shouted, his face beginning to turn red with anger.
“Right? Now you’re talking about rights? Well I had the right to know you were playing around with humans risking my stability on the throne and were you even planning to tell me? No, I had to discover you to find out about your little games! You owe me big, Neeklas!” Khivar shouted even louder, his face getting pink.
“You have some nerve! I’m trying to get another human body to go back to spying for you in that miserable planet where I was risking my life because if I got caught those savages would have chopped me up in seconds to see what made me tick! It wasn’t a holiday, you know?” Nicholas screamed, about to lose it.
“You lost your human body for going over your head! Did you think you could handle the Royal prince?” Khivar scoffed mockingly.
“Well I did! I was an inch away from killing him until Vilandra arrived!” Nicholas yelled.
“Yes, sure, whatever, the thing was you didn’t kill him and you got your useful body killed! Just when we were sending Vilandra the flashes and getting her homesick enough to convince the other two of doing what Ava had failed to do! Bringing them back here! Rath-Michael was taking his share too, almost waking up his warrior instincts to make him desperate to come back and free his people, straight into our hands! And I was going to be stupid enough to give him to you to have your fun and kill him all over again!” Khivar scoffed again in Nicholas’ face.
“Well thank you so much! You were here in complete safety while I lived surrounded by bumbling idiots like that stupid ex Antar king who totally favoured his human side as if he were ashamed of what he really was! At least the “almost princess” Vilandra accepted her alien side and the ex queen Ava was able to use what was allowed to her of her alien powers thanks to having been raised by that idiot ‘Nasedo’! I can’t bear to say his real name! He had the sense to force her to go for the king while he scared her to death if she dared go for the warrior not telling her who he really was. His Royal blood would have made her see what ‘Nasedo’ was hiding from her if she came too close to him and our plans would have gone to hell faster than they eventually did because of that damn rebel skin!” Nicholas exploded.
“For your information, dear cousin, I have no intentions of having you back on Earth, to yet another shameful failure, I’m quite content by the way things are developing from right here. Excuse me…you may leave now, as you can see, this is family business.” Khivar said turning to Someri.
The guard was reluctant to leave and Khivar thought he was worried about his safety but Someri had to obey when Khivar remained silent until he turned and closed the door behind him. The spy wished he had powers to hear through the thick door but he was sure the two inside had soundproofed it for their privacy. Even if he had had a dose of invisibility at hand to use right away and find a way to go back, it would have taken too long and he would have missed too much of the argument which might have already finished by the time he returned.
Khivar opened his mouth to continue but Nicholas was faster. He was seething with fury.
“I’m so glad you’re happy with how things are here because I’m not! Far from it! I have no respect and you seem to forget that I’m the one with the mental powers to make things go the way you want them to. You may blast a whole city with one strike because you don’t give a damn about your army…” he almost commited the gross mistake of saying ‘as the prince Rath-Michael did’, but stopped just in time. “But remember, even the mighty and powerful can fall for a ruse, like the ones before you did!” Nicholas reminded him how he had come to the throne of Antar.
“That’s why I never will! I’m not stupid or gullible like my enemies so there’s no way I can be tricked, I can see through anyone!” He exclaimed, confidently.
And that did it! It was just too much for Nicholas whose demented laughter echoed around the room.
“What are you laughing at? What’s going on? What is it you know that I don’t?” Khivar was now the one seething with fury. “Tell me! I order you!”
“You order me?” Nicholas managed before he went on laughing until he was finally able to stop and regain his composure, as Khivar watched him, frustrated with suspicion. “I can mindwarp you into believing you never came into this room, and you know it!”
“Of course you can, but my powers will warn me weakening it to give me enough time to detect it and block it, you know that! Do I have to remind you that you can’t use your powers against me? Our parents put us under a sacred unbreakable oath to protect each other, and betrayal will destroy the other, you know that too!” Khivar reminded Nicholas.
“That’s why you put up with me, right? Apart from needing my powers!” Nicholas had never felt so much hate for his cousin in all his life, mostly because he knew Khivar was right, but…
“You know it is! Like I said, no one fools me, not even you!” Khivar threw at him.
“You’re so stupid! I already have!” Nicholas couldn’t stop himself. “And you just love it!”
“Tell me!” Khivar demanded. “If it’s pleasant for me, then why shouldn’t I know? Why should you keep it from me? I don’t understand!”
“Of course you don’t. I’m the brains here, don’t you get it yet?” Nicholas giggled.
And Khivar just lost it. He pounced on his cousin and grabbed his throat with both hands, as Nicholas did nothing to defend himself, just waited. The second Nicholas started finding it hard to breathe, so did Khivar, so he had to let go. This was one thing he couldn’t respect his father for. Why did he have to be so close to his brother to protect his nephew and curse him, his own son, with his damn cousin? And that double damned oath, that if one tried to hurt the other, they would both feel it! He just hated that! At least it guaranteed him Nicholas couldn’t try anything with him either, being both cowards when it came to physical pain, but he could easily do any other mischief that didn’t imply bodily harm, and that’s what he was dreading right now. Whatever it was, he had to stop him!
“Alright! So I can’t touch you! But I have a witch that can do what I ask without the need to soil my hands, and I will use her against you if it’s necessary to know what you’re playing at! You think you can fool me but I can fool the stupid oath using someone else to do my dirty work with you!” Khivar couldn’t believe Nicholas could find it funny at all.
“Go right ahead! I’m waiting!” Nicholas’ tears were running down his cheeks, he was laughing so hard.
Khivar was ready to give him a lesson so he concentrated on summoning the crone.
“Aylok! AYLOK! AYYYLOOOOOK!” Khivar screamed hysterically as Nicholas’ laughter echoed his cries.
“You want to see her? You really want to see her? Cause I can get her for you!” Nicholas was too far gone, he simply didn’t give a damn anymore.
He summoned the witch’s appearance to himself for a fraction of a second and watched Khivar’s face transform into a mask of shock. Nicholas had to gloat on his secret achievements of which Khivar didn’t have an inkling!
“You! I thought I had smelt her in your room when we arrived but I blamed it on the herbs! It was you!” Khivar was shaking with rage, his hand on the hilt of his sword in the scabbard at his waist.
“Go on, cousin, you may as well don’t waste time with me and slash your own throat, cause that’s exactly what you will feel if you do it to me. Khivar, Khivar…I fooled the stupid oath long before you did, and maybe I better inform you that I found a little catch in the deal which our parents didn’t tell us about because they obviously didn’t want us to know. But now I do, and it happens to say that if one of us was smart enough to fool the oath, then good for him, because it automatically cancelled the other one from being able to do it too even in he found a different way. Tough luck, cousin, now you can’t fool the oath AT ALL! So, aren’t you going to thank me for the Royal boy?”
Khivar tried to speak but no sound left his moving lips, now as livid as his face. Nicholas was reminded of an old classic song he had heard on Earth called ‘A Whiter Shade of Pale’, cause that’s exactly how Khivar looked right now.
“Yes, very smart cousin, better save your strength for the prince, because I’ve been enjoying him as much as you have…” Nicholas was interrupted by Khivar’s shrill shriek.
“NO! You’re lying and you know it! You’ve been banned from my brothel so I know you haven’t been there, not even looking like the crone, because I would have been told right away!” Khivar shuddered when he heard Nicholas scoff.
“Could you be any dumber! I could walk in and out even dressed like a human clown and mindwarp all of your knuckleheaded bitches into seeing me the way I want them to! I thought even you could think of that!” Nicholas gave Khivar a patronizing smile.
Khivar went back into silent mode, mouthing: ‘no, no, no…’ on and on.
“You’re right! I haven’t! I didn’t need to! I was inside your head when you were doing him, feeling the same pleasure you felt but without losing a drop of my energy! How’s that for smart, huh? Couldn’t even imagine it, huh? Couldn’t even sense me there, huh?” Nicholas was enjoying himself immensely.
“STAY AWAY FROM ME!” Khivar yelled as he blasted the door away and ran out of the room.
Nicholas was immediately undetected inside the turmoil in his cousin’s head, glad to know he had caused the state of madness plaguing him. Khivar was usually quite predictable, so Nicholas knew what he was going to do, and didn’t intend to stop him. Why would he, if he’d just be enjoying the ride making sure the idiot didn’t have a last minute change of heart and end up doing something so extreme that they would both regret. He had already managed a fairly dependable way to bypass Khivar’s alarm mechanism, not completely, but just enough to have his way: He would access Khivar’s mind with barely a few seconds to go straight to the point before the defensive system kicked in, and once it did he just stopped. That made the alarm quit too, but he had already left the idea planted in Khivar’s brain. He could only do it like that, in spurts, but it sure worked. It took long, but he had all the time in the world.
Khivar burst into his brothel blasting the solid double door to splinters like he had done on leaving Nicholas’ lair. He rushed towards the private chamber, walking over and pushing out of his way anyone who dared interfere, whether helpful or accidental. He barged into the room to find several of his whores, commanded by Ithmene and Uliana, tending to the prone boy.
“OUT! EVERYBODY OUT!” He shouted, irrationally, scaring them to scuttle away like hens.
Only his two favourite courtesans playing doctor, dared address him, bowing respectfully.
“My lord, we didn’t expect you until later yet! The boy isn’t still in a reasonable…” Ithmene began.
“I don’t give a damn! I want him now! Alone! Get out!” He howled and one of the women ran out of the door as it was already closing.
The other one, Uliana, didn’t budge and faced him.
“Your whip cut him quite deep that last time, he’s not ready!” She bit off the words angrily.
“I said out of this room! Don’t tempt me to mean out of my brothel!” He roared and threw her out of the room with just enough space to squeeze through the almost closed door.
According to Nicholas’ calculations, it was somewhere near midmorning on Earth and it was a school day…this was getting good! Khivar was going to fuck up big time and he could just blame him indirectly, unaware that Nicholas was already in his head.
Laurie was so relieved when they were finally home. She hoped they could do something about their current problem this weekend because if they didn’t, next week would be hell, physically for Michael and psychologically for her! Michael insisted he was fine and they went riding, proving it to be a wise decision, as it took everything away from his mind, concentrating on the workout, and showing that in spite of what he was going through, he was in optimum physical condition. Laurie and Rubén watched him open mouthed and hardly breathing, amazed by the flawless way he handled the horse over a rather difficult course. They had a long walk with the typical heart-to-heart brother-sister talk they had got so used to lately. Laurie always remembered on these now frequent occasions, that first chat they had had, sitting on a fallen tree trunk, when they had caught up with her after Maria’s choice of lunch at a tacky roadhouse kind of place. His delivery had been simple, direct and quite charming, totally winning her over. A poor, abused boy, trying to make it on his own, and strangely a dead ringer for her deceased grandfather, with a ditzy girlfriend who treated him as if she owned him, and for some obscure reason…love perhaps?...a hunk like him, who could have any girl drooling over him, allowed her to do so. In the end, they had both proved to be legit friends and helped her kick out her bastard relatives. Even wounded, he had saved her from the alien possessed lunatic who had shot him and was about to kill her with his girlfriend. And look at him now! He had turned out to be a half alien hybrid, whose human side happened to be cloned from her dead kid brother, nonetheless! Wow! Life really had a funny way of turning things around! Then another hybrid had turned up cloned from her dead twin sister, so now she had a brother and a twin sister she didn’t know of, back with her to top it all! It wasn’t too much of a coincidence, as she had found out when her grandfather’s neighbour and friend had made an unexpected comeback, married to a full alien seer who had been looking for the boy and those like him. Laurie had always known she had a rare blood condition inherited from her father’s side, which apparently allowed this kind of cloning, and which at the same time, had killed her twin sister and another set of twins, boy and girl, born three years after her. So it was a curse and a blessing at the same time. She had lost two sisters and a brother to it, but recovered two of them under even much better conditions. Anyone watching them would have thought they were just silently enjoying their company, but Michael’s Royal blood had linked their minds so they were remembering these experiences without the need of words.
Nicholas blocked out the human momentarily to explain to Khivar who they had landed in and Khivar was tickled to think Vilandra had married this idiot. The human was behaving like a total idiot; he just sat there with a stupid grin on his face, watching this wisp of a female who sent out these gross rabid vibes. Her grin looked like a snarl, ready to bite off those meaty thick lips that were making Khivar want to puke just to think they had kissed the beautiful Vilandra.
“Watch this!” Nicholas gloated, intoxicated with power.
He sent Jesse a vivid flash of Rath-Michael’s torture and death in the infamous chamber, a long way from the now luxurious personal brothel, compressing the two weeks into a few seconds in which the human could enjoy every gruesome detail. Nicholas was thrilled to see the human bitch had sat by her mate at the last minute and held his hand, and now was looking at the male, her eyes almost popping out of her head as she had inadvertently shared the show.
“Jesse! How did you do that?” She whispered.
Khivar understood the foreign word through his contact with Nicholas who answered for the male.
“Just before I met you, I was so pissed by the break up that I wanted to see if some of her alien powers had stuck to me through the…you know…” He refrained from saying ‘sex’ in case she might take up her canine looks seriously and snap at him. “So I took the most advanced mind control course I could find. I was probably right in some way because I was congratulated of being the most amazing student they had ever seen. They even suggested I might go for psychic cop work or easily become a medium. Can you believe that?”
“So this is how that boy Michael died in his previous life. Looks like the fourteenth century, that torture chamber, and his death by impalement… yes, definitely. He seems to have been King Edward II of England. They say he was killed that way and his male lover, Hugh Despenser, had his genitals chopped off before he was hanged and quartered. Those were my kind of people, I’m afraid I’m in the wrong century!” She snarled.
“Yes, probably, congrats on the history lesson!” Nicholas said through the male, not very happy at the fact they not only knew but were so comfortable with the alien side of the story.
Nicholas was expecting Khivar to shoot through the ceiling or go into convulsions but was quite surprised he was taking it so calmly.
“They’ll do.” He said smugly, his time to gloat over Nicholas’ curiosity. “In case one of them fails to finish, then the other will, of that I’m sure. Oh, sorry, I’ll let you know when I think you should, so now you sit tight and wait.”
“What? I was the one who contacted them so I have a right to know what you want them for!” Nicholas shouted, his face beginning to turn red with anger.
“Right? Now you’re talking about rights? Well I had the right to know you were playing around with humans risking my stability on the throne and were you even planning to tell me? No, I had to discover you to find out about your little games! You owe me big, Neeklas!” Khivar shouted even louder, his face getting pink.
“You have some nerve! I’m trying to get another human body to go back to spying for you in that miserable planet where I was risking my life because if I got caught those savages would have chopped me up in seconds to see what made me tick! It wasn’t a holiday, you know?” Nicholas screamed, about to lose it.
“You lost your human body for going over your head! Did you think you could handle the Royal prince?” Khivar scoffed mockingly.
“Well I did! I was an inch away from killing him until Vilandra arrived!” Nicholas yelled.
“Yes, sure, whatever, the thing was you didn’t kill him and you got your useful body killed! Just when we were sending Vilandra the flashes and getting her homesick enough to convince the other two of doing what Ava had failed to do! Bringing them back here! Rath-Michael was taking his share too, almost waking up his warrior instincts to make him desperate to come back and free his people, straight into our hands! And I was going to be stupid enough to give him to you to have your fun and kill him all over again!” Khivar scoffed again in Nicholas’ face.
“Well thank you so much! You were here in complete safety while I lived surrounded by bumbling idiots like that stupid ex Antar king who totally favoured his human side as if he were ashamed of what he really was! At least the “almost princess” Vilandra accepted her alien side and the ex queen Ava was able to use what was allowed to her of her alien powers thanks to having been raised by that idiot ‘Nasedo’! I can’t bear to say his real name! He had the sense to force her to go for the king while he scared her to death if she dared go for the warrior not telling her who he really was. His Royal blood would have made her see what ‘Nasedo’ was hiding from her if she came too close to him and our plans would have gone to hell faster than they eventually did because of that damn rebel skin!” Nicholas exploded.
“For your information, dear cousin, I have no intentions of having you back on Earth, to yet another shameful failure, I’m quite content by the way things are developing from right here. Excuse me…you may leave now, as you can see, this is family business.” Khivar said turning to Someri.
The guard was reluctant to leave and Khivar thought he was worried about his safety but Someri had to obey when Khivar remained silent until he turned and closed the door behind him. The spy wished he had powers to hear through the thick door but he was sure the two inside had soundproofed it for their privacy. Even if he had had a dose of invisibility at hand to use right away and find a way to go back, it would have taken too long and he would have missed too much of the argument which might have already finished by the time he returned.
Khivar opened his mouth to continue but Nicholas was faster. He was seething with fury.
“I’m so glad you’re happy with how things are here because I’m not! Far from it! I have no respect and you seem to forget that I’m the one with the mental powers to make things go the way you want them to. You may blast a whole city with one strike because you don’t give a damn about your army…” he almost commited the gross mistake of saying ‘as the prince Rath-Michael did’, but stopped just in time. “But remember, even the mighty and powerful can fall for a ruse, like the ones before you did!” Nicholas reminded him how he had come to the throne of Antar.
“That’s why I never will! I’m not stupid or gullible like my enemies so there’s no way I can be tricked, I can see through anyone!” He exclaimed, confidently.
And that did it! It was just too much for Nicholas whose demented laughter echoed around the room.
“What are you laughing at? What’s going on? What is it you know that I don’t?” Khivar was now the one seething with fury. “Tell me! I order you!”
“You order me?” Nicholas managed before he went on laughing until he was finally able to stop and regain his composure, as Khivar watched him, frustrated with suspicion. “I can mindwarp you into believing you never came into this room, and you know it!”
“Of course you can, but my powers will warn me weakening it to give me enough time to detect it and block it, you know that! Do I have to remind you that you can’t use your powers against me? Our parents put us under a sacred unbreakable oath to protect each other, and betrayal will destroy the other, you know that too!” Khivar reminded Nicholas.
“That’s why you put up with me, right? Apart from needing my powers!” Nicholas had never felt so much hate for his cousin in all his life, mostly because he knew Khivar was right, but…
“You know it is! Like I said, no one fools me, not even you!” Khivar threw at him.
“You’re so stupid! I already have!” Nicholas couldn’t stop himself. “And you just love it!”
“Tell me!” Khivar demanded. “If it’s pleasant for me, then why shouldn’t I know? Why should you keep it from me? I don’t understand!”
“Of course you don’t. I’m the brains here, don’t you get it yet?” Nicholas giggled.
And Khivar just lost it. He pounced on his cousin and grabbed his throat with both hands, as Nicholas did nothing to defend himself, just waited. The second Nicholas started finding it hard to breathe, so did Khivar, so he had to let go. This was one thing he couldn’t respect his father for. Why did he have to be so close to his brother to protect his nephew and curse him, his own son, with his damn cousin? And that double damned oath, that if one tried to hurt the other, they would both feel it! He just hated that! At least it guaranteed him Nicholas couldn’t try anything with him either, being both cowards when it came to physical pain, but he could easily do any other mischief that didn’t imply bodily harm, and that’s what he was dreading right now. Whatever it was, he had to stop him!
“Alright! So I can’t touch you! But I have a witch that can do what I ask without the need to soil my hands, and I will use her against you if it’s necessary to know what you’re playing at! You think you can fool me but I can fool the stupid oath using someone else to do my dirty work with you!” Khivar couldn’t believe Nicholas could find it funny at all.
“Go right ahead! I’m waiting!” Nicholas’ tears were running down his cheeks, he was laughing so hard.
Khivar was ready to give him a lesson so he concentrated on summoning the crone.
“Aylok! AYLOK! AYYYLOOOOOK!” Khivar screamed hysterically as Nicholas’ laughter echoed his cries.
“You want to see her? You really want to see her? Cause I can get her for you!” Nicholas was too far gone, he simply didn’t give a damn anymore.
He summoned the witch’s appearance to himself for a fraction of a second and watched Khivar’s face transform into a mask of shock. Nicholas had to gloat on his secret achievements of which Khivar didn’t have an inkling!
“You! I thought I had smelt her in your room when we arrived but I blamed it on the herbs! It was you!” Khivar was shaking with rage, his hand on the hilt of his sword in the scabbard at his waist.
“Go on, cousin, you may as well don’t waste time with me and slash your own throat, cause that’s exactly what you will feel if you do it to me. Khivar, Khivar…I fooled the stupid oath long before you did, and maybe I better inform you that I found a little catch in the deal which our parents didn’t tell us about because they obviously didn’t want us to know. But now I do, and it happens to say that if one of us was smart enough to fool the oath, then good for him, because it automatically cancelled the other one from being able to do it too even in he found a different way. Tough luck, cousin, now you can’t fool the oath AT ALL! So, aren’t you going to thank me for the Royal boy?”
Khivar tried to speak but no sound left his moving lips, now as livid as his face. Nicholas was reminded of an old classic song he had heard on Earth called ‘A Whiter Shade of Pale’, cause that’s exactly how Khivar looked right now.
“Yes, very smart cousin, better save your strength for the prince, because I’ve been enjoying him as much as you have…” Nicholas was interrupted by Khivar’s shrill shriek.
“NO! You’re lying and you know it! You’ve been banned from my brothel so I know you haven’t been there, not even looking like the crone, because I would have been told right away!” Khivar shuddered when he heard Nicholas scoff.
“Could you be any dumber! I could walk in and out even dressed like a human clown and mindwarp all of your knuckleheaded bitches into seeing me the way I want them to! I thought even you could think of that!” Nicholas gave Khivar a patronizing smile.
Khivar went back into silent mode, mouthing: ‘no, no, no…’ on and on.
“You’re right! I haven’t! I didn’t need to! I was inside your head when you were doing him, feeling the same pleasure you felt but without losing a drop of my energy! How’s that for smart, huh? Couldn’t even imagine it, huh? Couldn’t even sense me there, huh?” Nicholas was enjoying himself immensely.
“STAY AWAY FROM ME!” Khivar yelled as he blasted the door away and ran out of the room.
Nicholas was immediately undetected inside the turmoil in his cousin’s head, glad to know he had caused the state of madness plaguing him. Khivar was usually quite predictable, so Nicholas knew what he was going to do, and didn’t intend to stop him. Why would he, if he’d just be enjoying the ride making sure the idiot didn’t have a last minute change of heart and end up doing something so extreme that they would both regret. He had already managed a fairly dependable way to bypass Khivar’s alarm mechanism, not completely, but just enough to have his way: He would access Khivar’s mind with barely a few seconds to go straight to the point before the defensive system kicked in, and once it did he just stopped. That made the alarm quit too, but he had already left the idea planted in Khivar’s brain. He could only do it like that, in spurts, but it sure worked. It took long, but he had all the time in the world.
Khivar burst into his brothel blasting the solid double door to splinters like he had done on leaving Nicholas’ lair. He rushed towards the private chamber, walking over and pushing out of his way anyone who dared interfere, whether helpful or accidental. He barged into the room to find several of his whores, commanded by Ithmene and Uliana, tending to the prone boy.
“OUT! EVERYBODY OUT!” He shouted, irrationally, scaring them to scuttle away like hens.
Only his two favourite courtesans playing doctor, dared address him, bowing respectfully.
“My lord, we didn’t expect you until later yet! The boy isn’t still in a reasonable…” Ithmene began.
“I don’t give a damn! I want him now! Alone! Get out!” He howled and one of the women ran out of the door as it was already closing.
The other one, Uliana, didn’t budge and faced him.
“Your whip cut him quite deep that last time, he’s not ready!” She bit off the words angrily.
“I said out of this room! Don’t tempt me to mean out of my brothel!” He roared and threw her out of the room with just enough space to squeeze through the almost closed door.
According to Nicholas’ calculations, it was somewhere near midmorning on Earth and it was a school day…this was getting good! Khivar was going to fuck up big time and he could just blame him indirectly, unaware that Nicholas was already in his head.
Laurie was so relieved when they were finally home. She hoped they could do something about their current problem this weekend because if they didn’t, next week would be hell, physically for Michael and psychologically for her! Michael insisted he was fine and they went riding, proving it to be a wise decision, as it took everything away from his mind, concentrating on the workout, and showing that in spite of what he was going through, he was in optimum physical condition. Laurie and Rubén watched him open mouthed and hardly breathing, amazed by the flawless way he handled the horse over a rather difficult course. They had a long walk with the typical heart-to-heart brother-sister talk they had got so used to lately. Laurie always remembered on these now frequent occasions, that first chat they had had, sitting on a fallen tree trunk, when they had caught up with her after Maria’s choice of lunch at a tacky roadhouse kind of place. His delivery had been simple, direct and quite charming, totally winning her over. A poor, abused boy, trying to make it on his own, and strangely a dead ringer for her deceased grandfather, with a ditzy girlfriend who treated him as if she owned him, and for some obscure reason…love perhaps?...a hunk like him, who could have any girl drooling over him, allowed her to do so. In the end, they had both proved to be legit friends and helped her kick out her bastard relatives. Even wounded, he had saved her from the alien possessed lunatic who had shot him and was about to kill her with his girlfriend. And look at him now! He had turned out to be a half alien hybrid, whose human side happened to be cloned from her dead kid brother, nonetheless! Wow! Life really had a funny way of turning things around! Then another hybrid had turned up cloned from her dead twin sister, so now she had a brother and a twin sister she didn’t know of, back with her to top it all! It wasn’t too much of a coincidence, as she had found out when her grandfather’s neighbour and friend had made an unexpected comeback, married to a full alien seer who had been looking for the boy and those like him. Laurie had always known she had a rare blood condition inherited from her father’s side, which apparently allowed this kind of cloning, and which at the same time, had killed her twin sister and another set of twins, boy and girl, born three years after her. So it was a curse and a blessing at the same time. She had lost two sisters and a brother to it, but recovered two of them under even much better conditions. Anyone watching them would have thought they were just silently enjoying their company, but Michael’s Royal blood had linked their minds so they were remembering these experiences without the need of words.
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the calm before the storm
Chapter 55
Michael was brought back to that night after he had sent the two girls off to the apparent safety of the bomb shelter and felt the back of his left shoulder explode in pain. He pitched forwards to the ground, expecting whoever had hurt him to finish him off, desperate about Maria and Laurie. Then he heard the steps going away so he waited to be sure he was really alone before he managed one handed to push up on all fours. He was almost upright when the pain suddenly peaked as his alien side rejected the bullet out of the front of his shoulder, over his left pectoral muscles. He couldn’t hold himself up and fell back on his ass. He was panting still unable to move when he heard steps approaching him again. He thought that was it for him, but then he heard Jim Valenti call his name. From the corner of his eye, Michael saw he was with an armed woman whom he had seen on the news, so he knew she was FBI. He hoped Valenti knew what he was doing, but he trusted him completely. He could wait, so he sent them for the girls. The pain started subsiding until he found it almost bearable, and he was able to get up and go after them. He found them staring open mouthed and scared out of their wits at the alien jellyfish hovering in the air, ready to strike. He had made it just in time to get them out of the room and seal it, sucking the oxygen out of it as Max had told him. The thing splattered grossly against the small window on the door, creamed to a pulp. The woman, who was FBI agent Suzanne Duff, was very worried about Michael’s wound and insisted on taking him to a hospital, but Jim was able to convince her it wasn’t possible, as the reasons for it were obvious after seeing him in action. She was in absolute awe of the boy and accepted Jim’s advice, as he told her there was another boy like Michael with healing abilities who would take care of him.
Laurie felt honoured when he told her this was the first time he shared those memories with anyone, because he hadn’t thought about them again after they happened, being unpleasant, and anyway, he had thought they had nothing that would help them with their issues. Maybe he had remembered them for a reason, so he decided he would flash them to the whole gang after supper. By the time they had showered and changed, the rest of the group started arriving as usual, to take off their shoes and massage their feet, walking around in their socks as little as possible. Finally it was Michael and Laurie who had it easier, for a change, with just school, and according to the others, with not even a shade of the amount of walking they had to do! Anita and Sylvia brought trays of supper to them at the chimney room, mystified by what dainty eaters they were. Not even a stray drop of food was ever found on the carpeting or the couches, which being very light and solid coloured, there was no way of hiding the evidence as prints would. Strange kids, Anita thought, without the slightest suspicion of alien powers.
Michael decided to share with them what he had experienced with Laurie and Serena admitted that remembering that oxygen was also an important issue with aliens might come handy someday. They were all finding it hard to go to bed, delaying it as much as possible, hating what was about to happen and feeling helpless to prevent it. What good were their powers if they could do nothing about it? Ironically and predictably, it was Michael the one who decided it was time for bed and started up the stairs. Maria rushed to him wrapping her arm around his waist as he pressed her to his side. They all followed and soon they were all camping on the huge bed. The ordeal started as it usually did, about twenty minutes after Michael fell asleep and it lasted half an hour plus which was more than the most resistant man could take under intense torture before passing out. It took easily another half hour for Michael’s heavy breathing to stabilize, his body to stop sweating, and for him to finally relax completely to a deep sleep again. After the horrific first night of this, when it happened three times between midnight and dawn, it had gone down to once a night, so when it was over, they all went to sleep in their own rooms. The weekend was easier on Michael because having no school, he just received Max’s healing and Stuart’s local internal medication while still half asleep next morning, and spent all the time he wanted and needed in bed. By midday, he woke up and preferred to go down to the pool and lie soaking in the shallow side that barely covered his body. They were all watching TV at the chimney room wearing warm clothes with a small fire as it was quite chilly so it was obvious Michael needed to cool down his body. Stuart went out and squatted as near as he could without getting wet, placing his hand on Michael’s shoulder.
- Can I help you, kid? - He asked and Michael looked up at him and smirked.
- Nah doc, I’m better now, just a little longer and I’ll be out, ok? Go back inside, I don’t want you to catch a cold…- He smiled.
- You know? I was scorching in there with the fire, these clothes make it fine out here. - Stuart pulled up a deck chair and sat, watching Michael. He knew what human drugs did to his body as his alien defensive mechanism worked hard to clean them out of his system so he thought the water was doing a pretty good job, even better for him, since he was staying home. He would need the drugs to deal with school while the nightmares continued so he could rest from them until Monday. The doctor’s eyes scanned the body exposed to him and the thin layer of water that covered it gave it a beautiful velvety effect that made Stuart want to touch it, although he didn’t need to do it to know that was exactly how it would feel.
The scars on Michael’s back looked distorted by the surface of the water, scalloped by a light wind, and Stuart shuddered thinking of all the wounds he had suffered in those battles in his other life, being so young. To think he had to go back and fight for his people’s freedom gave him the creeps. What would they do to him this time? He felt the sound of the water breaking and realized he had closed his eyes. He opened them to watch Michael pushing up and very slowly, almost teasingly, getting upright. The boy reached his hand to him and pulled him up from the deck chair as if he were a scrawny child. Then he waved himself dry and into sweats and high tops as they walked back into the house. Michael and Laurie went riding together in the afternoon, this time really silently enjoying each others’ company. They just walked, trotting and pacing a little until they were back. They only had to look into their eyes to know neither of them felt like speaking and sharing the pleasure the feeling of closeness gave them, holding hands with their vibes mingling through their clasped fingers.
They spent a quiet evening just as the day before, and things followed their inevitable course. The next day was very much the same as the one before, with the pool cooling his fevered body and both Anita and Sylvia had gone through a lot of trouble making themselves this mashed corn paste wrapped in corn husks and baked, presenting their masterpiece for lunch.
- What’s that? - Asked Ava whose dietary experience couldn’t fall into the international category.
- They’re tamales, and the small ones are humitas (oo-mee-taz), they’re filled with chunks of chicken breast and farmer’s cheese. Very healthy! - She encouraged them to try them, quite proud of herself.
- Oh, right, we had them once when our parents the Evans, took us on a trip across the border to Mexico. - Max told her.
- No! These are different! Try them and you will see! - She said quite pissed at the comparison and Max was under the impression he had just made the woman like him even less.
Kyle picked one up and was about to bite it when both women exploded in laughter.
- No, no, you have to unwrap them first! - They instructed him.
- Oh, sure…- Kyle felt quite stupid and proceeded to do what they had told him to.
They all did so too, revealing white humitas but the tamales had a reddish hue due to a kind of chili that Anita had planted in her green house and was from her native land. They weren’t that hot, but gave them a special mild spicy taste. She had them covered with sliced onions in the juice of the lime-like small lemons she also grew, and salt. They were real good and Anita and Sylvia loved to see them enjoy the food. They told them the humitas could also be green with cilantro or sweet, but they weren’t Anita’s choice so she treated them with what she liked. Maria was reminded of those few years when her parents were together and grandmother DeLuca came visiting from Venezuela, cooking some treats from her homeland. The Latin American countries shared similar delicacies as far as Maria could remember. Laurie had insisted on a light lunch so dessert came right after with an exotic tasting pudding the colour of caramel. Anita had them guessing until she confessed it was also a native fruit from Peru, called lúcuma (look-ooma) which was the colour of egg yolk and pasty, but she had tried so many times to grow it there uselessly, so she had the packets of powdered fruit brought over by any family or friend who came visiting. Although everything had been of totally natural source, they were so full that they found themselves really needing a walk so they started off down the track behind the house with Laurie and Michael on the horses. All the girls took turns riding the Paso since he was very gentle and Michael took the guys by turns riding behind him not trusting the skittish steed to be ridden by them alone even if he had him by the reins. No one dared, anyway.
On the way back, Maria happened to spot these kind of elongated small red fruit in a bush and picked up a handful.
- Hey! Look what I found! Some kind of cranberries! - She filled her mouth with the fruit and only had to chew them twice when her face went as red as her mouthful.
- Maria! No! - Laurie’s warning came too late when she saw a few of the fruit left in Maria’s hand.
Maria gagged and turned to spit it all out. Max had gone to help her thinking she was choking and as he reached for her, got spattered by the chewed fruit all over his face, neck, arms and hands.
- Ewww, Maria! - He cried out in disgust and as he was about to wipe himself with his hands, Laurie warned him against it in time.
Max froze, looking completely confused but obeyed her and stopped.
- Water! - Maria gasped and it was Isabel the only one who had wisely taken with her a bottle of mineral water, handing it over to her.
Maria rinsed out her mouth a few times until she was able to breathe normally.
- I’m sorry Max…- She croaked hoarsely.
- Okay, but how do I get rid of this? - Max was grimacing, totally grossed out.
- That’s “pipi de mono” which means “monkey’s prick”. - Laurie laughed. - It’s a very hot chili in spite of its size and looks like its name, according to Anita, who brought it from Peru and planted it in the greenhouse. It seems the birds ate them and spread the seeds everywhere around here in their droppings so it now grows wild. If you try to wipe it off, it will sting like hell, so just let it dry and then you can shower it off with no problems. You’re going to look like you got the measles until you can rinse it off. -
- Oh shit! - Max exclaimed as they heard the horses coming their way.
Michael and Ava, who had been riding the Paso, scared to death as Michael led her beside him with her reins in his hand, had kept on riding unaware of what was happening behind them. When they noticed they were alone, they turned back to find the weird scene.
- What the fuck happened to you? - Michael asked Max.
- He was attacked by monkey’s pricks…- Liz said seriously to then realize how it must have sounded and began laughing hysterically with almost everyone joining in.
- What? What are you guys on? - Michael asked, wondering why Max looked so sullen.
Kyle and Stuart managed to fill Michael in, between bouts of laughter, and he ended laughing with them too.
- Hey, let’s go home, ok? I feel like an idiot, I need a shower. - Max started walking towards the house.
Luckily they were quite near and soon they were arriving at the pool, which was now out of bounds because of the autumn weather.
- Ok, after we shower and change, how about some Monopoly? - Kyle said enthusiastically as they headed for the house.
- I pass. - Michael scoffed and Michael and Isabel couldn’t help remembering that unfinished game at the Evans’ when they had taken Michael home with them, to keep him away from Hank.
They were about to explain it when Maria stepped in front of Michael and going up on tiptoes, she cupped his chin and gave his mouth a loud kiss.
- Well, my spacebaby…I know it’s school day for you and Laurie tomorrow and very much like it for us too, but couldn’t we just go to the mall and enjoy ourselves a little for a change? -
- Maria, I don’t like the vibes I get from the mall anymore. - Liz shuddered remembering the kidnap.
- Chica! I wouldn’t go to that mall again no matter what! I meant the other one, the new one! It’s been open for over a month now, I found out from that crazy redhead at college, you know, the one with the braces? -
All the girls immediately cheered and backed Maria’s idea. Kyle and Stuart joined in and even Anita and Sylvia, who had come running from the kitchen to see what the racket was about, were smiling, happy for them, glad to see them having some fun.
- I don’t think it’s such a good idea…- Max had to disagree.
- C’mon, Max, you don’t have to play the grown up father image all the time, it’s boring you know? - Isabel rolled her eyes.
- Puta madre! Pero que pesado es el huesudo ese! Y encima esta con caracha! - Anita said, making Michael double up with laughter as Maria, Laurie and Sylvia echoed him.
Max didn’t have to understand Spanish to know the joke was on him.
- What was that? - He asked anyway, quite upset.
It was Laurie who finally was able to explain to him what Anita had said as the woman kept saying: “Disculpen” which meant “sorry”, apologizing and covering her mouth with her apron, quite ashamed of her outburst.
- She said literally “Mother whore”, which is one of the most used curses in Spanish, it would actually be “Motherfucker” to us. - Laurie was struggling not to laugh.
- She said more than that! - Max frowned.
- Yes, well it was “what a jerk that bony one is! And he’s even got ‘caracha’”…- Laurie couldn’t stop herself from laughing again and it was Sylvia who took over.
- “Caracha” is a very bad skin disease in dogs where the hair falls off completely and they tease the natives who get a skin rash from poor hygiene calling them “carachosos” which means they have “caracha”. And why did you get all stung and no one else did? - Sylvia asked, full of curiosity.
- I wasn’t stung! It’s this “pipi” thing…- Max began.
- What? - Sylvia started with her giggles because of the meaning of the word.
- No, no! - Laurie could hardly speak. - Maria chewed a handful of “pipi de mono” thinking they were some kind of berries and spat them all over Max. -
Now it was both Laurie and Sylvia laughing so hard that they had to sit down and Anita was heard chuckling behind her apron.
- Alright! I’m going to take a shower and I vote for Kyle’s Monopoly cause we’re not going anywhere! - Max turned to leave.
- No man! The hell with Monopoly, I vote for the mall! - Kyle whined.
- No! We have to stay home with all this stuff going on…- Max glared at Michael as if he was to blame and was about to go on ranting when Liz went up to him and stopped his hands with hers as he was waving them at his sides for emphasis.
- Max, c’mon please, we need to be our age every now and then, we’re safe as a group and we’ll be together…- She turned to Michael hinting on his protection.
- Well, Michael may be the muscles but I’m…- He was interrupted.
- The “brains”? - Michael scoffed, turning to grin and wink at Liz who smiled back at him blushing.
- At least I try to be sensible and responsible…- Max began to go on.
- Huy, ahora parece un abuelo! - Anita joked. (Oh, now he sounds like a grandfather!)
- Alright, I know what “abuelo” means…- Max kept trying to continue.
- Please Max! - Liz whined. - Michael’s having nightmares of his past life, so to do that he needs to be asleep, and I don’t think Maria will let him to do that, right? -
Liz had chosen her words carefully to remind them what Serena had told Anita and Sylvia about Michael’s behaviour at thanksgiving not to have them screw up and change the story, and then she turned to Maria to make sure she agreed.
- She sure won’t! - Michael said beating Maria to it, and biting his lower lip, he gave her a sexy look that had her drooling.
- Ay, miralo, no es lindo? - (Oh, look at him, isn’t he cute?) - Anita said, still holding the apron to her mouth, giving Michael this endearing look that had them all laughing again. - Okay, okay, I’m sorry, I shut up now. -
That made them laugh even harder. Michael wrapped it up bending over and pushing his ass towards Max, saying contritely:
- I’m sorry Daddy, you can spank me, I’ve been a bad boy…-
They all knew Max would not spank him no matter how much he wanted to, because he knew how sore Michael was from the injections, so he just pushed his butt a little harder than needed making him wince a little and smile at the same time. Michael was gloating, knowing what the snug, stretch riding pants he was wearing had done to Max, who was glad he was wearing his usual baggies, keeping his erection concealed.
- I give up. - Max sighed raising his hands. - But maybe we should call to see if Serena and Uncle Derek are already back. They might want to come with us. -
- We don’t need chaperons, Max, let them have some fun with the other couples, after all, they’re Uncle Derek’s business partners, they must want some time of their own away from us for a change too. We’ll be fine, we all need it badly. - Liz nodded, and Max ended agreeing with a sigh.
Michael was brought back to that night after he had sent the two girls off to the apparent safety of the bomb shelter and felt the back of his left shoulder explode in pain. He pitched forwards to the ground, expecting whoever had hurt him to finish him off, desperate about Maria and Laurie. Then he heard the steps going away so he waited to be sure he was really alone before he managed one handed to push up on all fours. He was almost upright when the pain suddenly peaked as his alien side rejected the bullet out of the front of his shoulder, over his left pectoral muscles. He couldn’t hold himself up and fell back on his ass. He was panting still unable to move when he heard steps approaching him again. He thought that was it for him, but then he heard Jim Valenti call his name. From the corner of his eye, Michael saw he was with an armed woman whom he had seen on the news, so he knew she was FBI. He hoped Valenti knew what he was doing, but he trusted him completely. He could wait, so he sent them for the girls. The pain started subsiding until he found it almost bearable, and he was able to get up and go after them. He found them staring open mouthed and scared out of their wits at the alien jellyfish hovering in the air, ready to strike. He had made it just in time to get them out of the room and seal it, sucking the oxygen out of it as Max had told him. The thing splattered grossly against the small window on the door, creamed to a pulp. The woman, who was FBI agent Suzanne Duff, was very worried about Michael’s wound and insisted on taking him to a hospital, but Jim was able to convince her it wasn’t possible, as the reasons for it were obvious after seeing him in action. She was in absolute awe of the boy and accepted Jim’s advice, as he told her there was another boy like Michael with healing abilities who would take care of him.
Laurie felt honoured when he told her this was the first time he shared those memories with anyone, because he hadn’t thought about them again after they happened, being unpleasant, and anyway, he had thought they had nothing that would help them with their issues. Maybe he had remembered them for a reason, so he decided he would flash them to the whole gang after supper. By the time they had showered and changed, the rest of the group started arriving as usual, to take off their shoes and massage their feet, walking around in their socks as little as possible. Finally it was Michael and Laurie who had it easier, for a change, with just school, and according to the others, with not even a shade of the amount of walking they had to do! Anita and Sylvia brought trays of supper to them at the chimney room, mystified by what dainty eaters they were. Not even a stray drop of food was ever found on the carpeting or the couches, which being very light and solid coloured, there was no way of hiding the evidence as prints would. Strange kids, Anita thought, without the slightest suspicion of alien powers.
Michael decided to share with them what he had experienced with Laurie and Serena admitted that remembering that oxygen was also an important issue with aliens might come handy someday. They were all finding it hard to go to bed, delaying it as much as possible, hating what was about to happen and feeling helpless to prevent it. What good were their powers if they could do nothing about it? Ironically and predictably, it was Michael the one who decided it was time for bed and started up the stairs. Maria rushed to him wrapping her arm around his waist as he pressed her to his side. They all followed and soon they were all camping on the huge bed. The ordeal started as it usually did, about twenty minutes after Michael fell asleep and it lasted half an hour plus which was more than the most resistant man could take under intense torture before passing out. It took easily another half hour for Michael’s heavy breathing to stabilize, his body to stop sweating, and for him to finally relax completely to a deep sleep again. After the horrific first night of this, when it happened three times between midnight and dawn, it had gone down to once a night, so when it was over, they all went to sleep in their own rooms. The weekend was easier on Michael because having no school, he just received Max’s healing and Stuart’s local internal medication while still half asleep next morning, and spent all the time he wanted and needed in bed. By midday, he woke up and preferred to go down to the pool and lie soaking in the shallow side that barely covered his body. They were all watching TV at the chimney room wearing warm clothes with a small fire as it was quite chilly so it was obvious Michael needed to cool down his body. Stuart went out and squatted as near as he could without getting wet, placing his hand on Michael’s shoulder.
- Can I help you, kid? - He asked and Michael looked up at him and smirked.
- Nah doc, I’m better now, just a little longer and I’ll be out, ok? Go back inside, I don’t want you to catch a cold…- He smiled.
- You know? I was scorching in there with the fire, these clothes make it fine out here. - Stuart pulled up a deck chair and sat, watching Michael. He knew what human drugs did to his body as his alien defensive mechanism worked hard to clean them out of his system so he thought the water was doing a pretty good job, even better for him, since he was staying home. He would need the drugs to deal with school while the nightmares continued so he could rest from them until Monday. The doctor’s eyes scanned the body exposed to him and the thin layer of water that covered it gave it a beautiful velvety effect that made Stuart want to touch it, although he didn’t need to do it to know that was exactly how it would feel.
The scars on Michael’s back looked distorted by the surface of the water, scalloped by a light wind, and Stuart shuddered thinking of all the wounds he had suffered in those battles in his other life, being so young. To think he had to go back and fight for his people’s freedom gave him the creeps. What would they do to him this time? He felt the sound of the water breaking and realized he had closed his eyes. He opened them to watch Michael pushing up and very slowly, almost teasingly, getting upright. The boy reached his hand to him and pulled him up from the deck chair as if he were a scrawny child. Then he waved himself dry and into sweats and high tops as they walked back into the house. Michael and Laurie went riding together in the afternoon, this time really silently enjoying each others’ company. They just walked, trotting and pacing a little until they were back. They only had to look into their eyes to know neither of them felt like speaking and sharing the pleasure the feeling of closeness gave them, holding hands with their vibes mingling through their clasped fingers.
They spent a quiet evening just as the day before, and things followed their inevitable course. The next day was very much the same as the one before, with the pool cooling his fevered body and both Anita and Sylvia had gone through a lot of trouble making themselves this mashed corn paste wrapped in corn husks and baked, presenting their masterpiece for lunch.
- What’s that? - Asked Ava whose dietary experience couldn’t fall into the international category.
- They’re tamales, and the small ones are humitas (oo-mee-taz), they’re filled with chunks of chicken breast and farmer’s cheese. Very healthy! - She encouraged them to try them, quite proud of herself.
- Oh, right, we had them once when our parents the Evans, took us on a trip across the border to Mexico. - Max told her.
- No! These are different! Try them and you will see! - She said quite pissed at the comparison and Max was under the impression he had just made the woman like him even less.
Kyle picked one up and was about to bite it when both women exploded in laughter.
- No, no, you have to unwrap them first! - They instructed him.
- Oh, sure…- Kyle felt quite stupid and proceeded to do what they had told him to.
They all did so too, revealing white humitas but the tamales had a reddish hue due to a kind of chili that Anita had planted in her green house and was from her native land. They weren’t that hot, but gave them a special mild spicy taste. She had them covered with sliced onions in the juice of the lime-like small lemons she also grew, and salt. They were real good and Anita and Sylvia loved to see them enjoy the food. They told them the humitas could also be green with cilantro or sweet, but they weren’t Anita’s choice so she treated them with what she liked. Maria was reminded of those few years when her parents were together and grandmother DeLuca came visiting from Venezuela, cooking some treats from her homeland. The Latin American countries shared similar delicacies as far as Maria could remember. Laurie had insisted on a light lunch so dessert came right after with an exotic tasting pudding the colour of caramel. Anita had them guessing until she confessed it was also a native fruit from Peru, called lúcuma (look-ooma) which was the colour of egg yolk and pasty, but she had tried so many times to grow it there uselessly, so she had the packets of powdered fruit brought over by any family or friend who came visiting. Although everything had been of totally natural source, they were so full that they found themselves really needing a walk so they started off down the track behind the house with Laurie and Michael on the horses. All the girls took turns riding the Paso since he was very gentle and Michael took the guys by turns riding behind him not trusting the skittish steed to be ridden by them alone even if he had him by the reins. No one dared, anyway.
On the way back, Maria happened to spot these kind of elongated small red fruit in a bush and picked up a handful.
- Hey! Look what I found! Some kind of cranberries! - She filled her mouth with the fruit and only had to chew them twice when her face went as red as her mouthful.
- Maria! No! - Laurie’s warning came too late when she saw a few of the fruit left in Maria’s hand.
Maria gagged and turned to spit it all out. Max had gone to help her thinking she was choking and as he reached for her, got spattered by the chewed fruit all over his face, neck, arms and hands.
- Ewww, Maria! - He cried out in disgust and as he was about to wipe himself with his hands, Laurie warned him against it in time.
Max froze, looking completely confused but obeyed her and stopped.
- Water! - Maria gasped and it was Isabel the only one who had wisely taken with her a bottle of mineral water, handing it over to her.
Maria rinsed out her mouth a few times until she was able to breathe normally.
- I’m sorry Max…- She croaked hoarsely.
- Okay, but how do I get rid of this? - Max was grimacing, totally grossed out.
- That’s “pipi de mono” which means “monkey’s prick”. - Laurie laughed. - It’s a very hot chili in spite of its size and looks like its name, according to Anita, who brought it from Peru and planted it in the greenhouse. It seems the birds ate them and spread the seeds everywhere around here in their droppings so it now grows wild. If you try to wipe it off, it will sting like hell, so just let it dry and then you can shower it off with no problems. You’re going to look like you got the measles until you can rinse it off. -
- Oh shit! - Max exclaimed as they heard the horses coming their way.
Michael and Ava, who had been riding the Paso, scared to death as Michael led her beside him with her reins in his hand, had kept on riding unaware of what was happening behind them. When they noticed they were alone, they turned back to find the weird scene.
- What the fuck happened to you? - Michael asked Max.
- He was attacked by monkey’s pricks…- Liz said seriously to then realize how it must have sounded and began laughing hysterically with almost everyone joining in.
- What? What are you guys on? - Michael asked, wondering why Max looked so sullen.
Kyle and Stuart managed to fill Michael in, between bouts of laughter, and he ended laughing with them too.
- Hey, let’s go home, ok? I feel like an idiot, I need a shower. - Max started walking towards the house.
Luckily they were quite near and soon they were arriving at the pool, which was now out of bounds because of the autumn weather.
- Ok, after we shower and change, how about some Monopoly? - Kyle said enthusiastically as they headed for the house.
- I pass. - Michael scoffed and Michael and Isabel couldn’t help remembering that unfinished game at the Evans’ when they had taken Michael home with them, to keep him away from Hank.
They were about to explain it when Maria stepped in front of Michael and going up on tiptoes, she cupped his chin and gave his mouth a loud kiss.
- Well, my spacebaby…I know it’s school day for you and Laurie tomorrow and very much like it for us too, but couldn’t we just go to the mall and enjoy ourselves a little for a change? -
- Maria, I don’t like the vibes I get from the mall anymore. - Liz shuddered remembering the kidnap.
- Chica! I wouldn’t go to that mall again no matter what! I meant the other one, the new one! It’s been open for over a month now, I found out from that crazy redhead at college, you know, the one with the braces? -
All the girls immediately cheered and backed Maria’s idea. Kyle and Stuart joined in and even Anita and Sylvia, who had come running from the kitchen to see what the racket was about, were smiling, happy for them, glad to see them having some fun.
- I don’t think it’s such a good idea…- Max had to disagree.
- C’mon, Max, you don’t have to play the grown up father image all the time, it’s boring you know? - Isabel rolled her eyes.
- Puta madre! Pero que pesado es el huesudo ese! Y encima esta con caracha! - Anita said, making Michael double up with laughter as Maria, Laurie and Sylvia echoed him.
Max didn’t have to understand Spanish to know the joke was on him.
- What was that? - He asked anyway, quite upset.
It was Laurie who finally was able to explain to him what Anita had said as the woman kept saying: “Disculpen” which meant “sorry”, apologizing and covering her mouth with her apron, quite ashamed of her outburst.
- She said literally “Mother whore”, which is one of the most used curses in Spanish, it would actually be “Motherfucker” to us. - Laurie was struggling not to laugh.
- She said more than that! - Max frowned.
- Yes, well it was “what a jerk that bony one is! And he’s even got ‘caracha’”…- Laurie couldn’t stop herself from laughing again and it was Sylvia who took over.
- “Caracha” is a very bad skin disease in dogs where the hair falls off completely and they tease the natives who get a skin rash from poor hygiene calling them “carachosos” which means they have “caracha”. And why did you get all stung and no one else did? - Sylvia asked, full of curiosity.
- I wasn’t stung! It’s this “pipi” thing…- Max began.
- What? - Sylvia started with her giggles because of the meaning of the word.
- No, no! - Laurie could hardly speak. - Maria chewed a handful of “pipi de mono” thinking they were some kind of berries and spat them all over Max. -
Now it was both Laurie and Sylvia laughing so hard that they had to sit down and Anita was heard chuckling behind her apron.
- Alright! I’m going to take a shower and I vote for Kyle’s Monopoly cause we’re not going anywhere! - Max turned to leave.
- No man! The hell with Monopoly, I vote for the mall! - Kyle whined.
- No! We have to stay home with all this stuff going on…- Max glared at Michael as if he was to blame and was about to go on ranting when Liz went up to him and stopped his hands with hers as he was waving them at his sides for emphasis.
- Max, c’mon please, we need to be our age every now and then, we’re safe as a group and we’ll be together…- She turned to Michael hinting on his protection.
- Well, Michael may be the muscles but I’m…- He was interrupted.
- The “brains”? - Michael scoffed, turning to grin and wink at Liz who smiled back at him blushing.
- At least I try to be sensible and responsible…- Max began to go on.
- Huy, ahora parece un abuelo! - Anita joked. (Oh, now he sounds like a grandfather!)
- Alright, I know what “abuelo” means…- Max kept trying to continue.
- Please Max! - Liz whined. - Michael’s having nightmares of his past life, so to do that he needs to be asleep, and I don’t think Maria will let him to do that, right? -
Liz had chosen her words carefully to remind them what Serena had told Anita and Sylvia about Michael’s behaviour at thanksgiving not to have them screw up and change the story, and then she turned to Maria to make sure she agreed.
- She sure won’t! - Michael said beating Maria to it, and biting his lower lip, he gave her a sexy look that had her drooling.
- Ay, miralo, no es lindo? - (Oh, look at him, isn’t he cute?) - Anita said, still holding the apron to her mouth, giving Michael this endearing look that had them all laughing again. - Okay, okay, I’m sorry, I shut up now. -
That made them laugh even harder. Michael wrapped it up bending over and pushing his ass towards Max, saying contritely:
- I’m sorry Daddy, you can spank me, I’ve been a bad boy…-
They all knew Max would not spank him no matter how much he wanted to, because he knew how sore Michael was from the injections, so he just pushed his butt a little harder than needed making him wince a little and smile at the same time. Michael was gloating, knowing what the snug, stretch riding pants he was wearing had done to Max, who was glad he was wearing his usual baggies, keeping his erection concealed.
- I give up. - Max sighed raising his hands. - But maybe we should call to see if Serena and Uncle Derek are already back. They might want to come with us. -
- We don’t need chaperons, Max, let them have some fun with the other couples, after all, they’re Uncle Derek’s business partners, they must want some time of their own away from us for a change too. We’ll be fine, we all need it badly. - Liz nodded, and Max ended agreeing with a sigh.
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the calm before the storm
Chapter 56
By the time they were showered and changed, it was already 4:45 pm. Rubén offered to drive them over and pick them up whenever they called him, hinting that they would probably have some beers and they shouldn’t be driving like that, but Max thanked him and told him they didn’t drink…at all. So Max drove them over. The place was huge! The small road they had used some time ago to get to the deserted barn so Max could heal Michael after the holdup at the other mall, had become a wide two way access to the main parking lot. It was impossible to even imagine where exactly they had hidden that night, the illumination was fantastic! Maria said she had been told there was this cool place for dancing that had the greatest music and was open from 6pm to 6am. The first place they went to was a CD-DVD store, then Maria dragged Michael into a shop with the latest in fashion and insisted on his buying t-shirts, jeans, anything that came in her way.
- Maria, I have my closet full, I don’t need anything, you go and buy whatever you want…go on, they’re waiting for you. - Michael pushed her gently towards Isabel, Ava, Laurie and Liz.
- Are you sure? What are you going to do? - Maria frowned.
- I’ll catch up with the guys. Don’t worry about me. - He gave her a quick hug and a kiss and watched her run up to her waiting friends to disappear among the dresses and stuff. Michael smirked, happy for her, and as he was turning to leave, he felt a hand on his, knowing it was Liz before he turned.
- Hey…you’re not shopping? - He asked Liz, surprised.
- Hey yourself, I have enough clothes too, I was getting claustrophobic in there. - She sighed.
- Where’s Max? - Michael wondered.
- Oh, he’s off to the car shop as he misses his Camaro and he and Stuart are thinking of getting rides of their own, so who better than Kyle for suggestions. - She smiled. - I told Maria I was going to find a bathroom, and they’re too far gone to miss me. -
- Maria will freak out when she finds out you’re not with them, and you bet she will. - Michael frowned.
- That’s when my cell phone will start ringing. - Liz giggled.
- Ice cream? - Michael suggested.
- Ice cream! - Liz accepted.
They had passed a Ben and Jerry so they ended in there, checking out the flavours.
- Well? - Michael asked Liz.
- Vanilla. - Liz said.
- C’mon! At least French Vanilla! - Michael teased.
- Just plain vanilla, please. What about you? Pistacchio? - She nodded.
- Sure. - He grinned.
They got their ice cream and went to sit in a corner used to always seeking privacy. Liz watched Michael lick at his cone with a lost look in his eyes and she could feel his frustration at having to face the nightmare he would not be able to elude later on. She reached for his hand and took it in both of hers. His eyes focused again and homed on hers. She could see this dread, this defeat that she wasn’t used in him and her eyes filled with tears.
“Liz, thanks, but please…don’t…” He sent to her. “I can…”
- Yes I know, you always deal, I just hate it, you know? Why is it always you? - She squeezed his hand.
- Because I can take it? Because I’m good at it? I don’t know…- He sighed.
- Better me than any of you. -
Liz didn’t know what to say. She could hardly understand human behaviour most of the time, how could she expect to understand the alien one? Specially his enemies? They finished their ice cream in silence. He knew her eyes were still on him but he didn’t look up to meet them. She watched him discreetly use his powers to split the cone in two and lick the ice cream left on the inside of each part and set the remains on the napkin. She couldn’t help being amused as she munched down her cone to the last crumb. Then she reached over and took his leftovers and ate them while it was now Michael who watched her quite amused too.
- Now what? - He gave her a smile he felt she loved.
- Let’s go find that dancing place Maria’s crazy about so they won’t have to go looking when they finally resurface. - She laughed.
- Cool, let’s go. -
Liz found the easiest way, she asked a girl on the next table as they turned to leave. So following her directions, they arrived at a creepy dark door that looked like the entrance to a cave, in a corner of the mall. The twinkling colourful letters spelled UNDERWORLD, and as they climbed down the stone-like stairs lit by very real looking torches, Michael couldn’t help shuddering, feeling like he was descending into the Antar torture chamber all over again, but this time by his own choice. Liz felt him, as she hanged on to his arm, not to trip.
- Hey, we can skip it and tell them it was just a creepy place, which is true. - She suggested.
- No, let’s go. - Michael kept going and as they reached the dark depths, a stained glass door opened automatically to a surprisingly beautifully decorated place, with little lanterns in the middle of each table and a fairly large dancing area. The music was really great, and all the people working there were black dressed in white. The effect was quite stunning. The girls had long flowing gowns with an iridescent bow on top of their heads and the boys wore loose shirts and pants with a bow tie just like the one on the girl’s hair, of a different colour each to identify who was in charge of your table. The disk jockey’s head was covered by a hood which made him look like an executioner, a black leather vest and silky white baggy pants all spattered in red. At least he was tall and thin, quite different from Nicholas, but still Liz shivered. Michael noticed there was a button on each table by the lantern and he pushed the nearest one. The lantern sent a lemon green ray of light towards the ceiling like a beacon; both a girl and a boy with their bows matching that colour seemed to glide over to the table they were waiting on.
- What can we get you? - They smiled and pressed the button, making the light turn back low.
- Sorry, just testing, we were sent as scouts to find the place, we’ll be back with our friends. - Michael smirked.
- I’ll be waiting for you. - The girl said a little more than friendly.
- Sure. - Michael nodded and led Liz back the way they had come.
- So, now you like white butt? - The boy mockingly told the girl watching her checking Michael as he climbed up the stairs.
- Not particularly, but that one’s gorgeous! - She couldn’t take her eyes away.
- The girl’s not so bad…- The boy commented.
- Not my thing. - The girl shrugged.
As they reached the top of the stairs, Liz’s cell phone started ringing. She checked the time and it was almost 7:00 pm.
- About time! - She said as she answered.
Michael heard her give an account of their findings and then listened and said ok.
- Maria says there’s a “Pollo Loco” just like the one in New York, a pizza and Italian restaurant and a real cool one of Tai food. They’ll wait for us in front of the Ben and Jerry. - Liz informed him.
- Oh, whatever, but Crazy Chicken? I don’t know…- He made a face that had Liz laughing.
- Don’t worry, we’ll probably take a vote, I’ll side with you and Maria probably will too. I guess Laurie will also indulge you, and so will Ava so you’re safe there. What would you like? - Liz asked him.
- Tai, I think. It’s like Chinese, huh? - Michael wondered.
- It’s quite similar, yes. - Liz confirmed.
- Maria will choose Italian, that’s for sure. - Michael sighed.
- She might not, she’s watching her weight…- Liz nodded.
- Oh, c’mon! - Michael scoffed.
- Don’t ask me, that’s what she said today at lunch when I brought her a brownie. Isabel said exactly the same, so Ava ate it. - Liz shrugged.
- So now they think they’re fat! Maria’s legs look like reeds, and Isabel is just great! Women are nuts, you know? Shit, of course you know, no wait! I didn’t mean it to sound like that…Dammit! - Michael frowned.
- Hey take it easy, I know what you mean! Oh, there they are! - Liz saw them coming from the opposite direction.
- I’m going to have to talk to them…- Michael said.
- No you won’t, you don’t know anything! Don’t get me in trouble for trusting you, ok? Or I won’t do it again. - Liz protested.
- So what? I’ll find out through our empathy. You can’t keep anything away from me…- Michael reminded her.
- Michael! - Liz scolded him.
- Ok, ok, I don’t know a thing! - He winked at her, grinning.
Liz reached back, aiming low on his ass, but miscalculated and pinched him hard where it did hurt making Michael grunt and trip, but he recovered right away. Liz gave him a wicked grin as he turned to her, hearing chuckles and giggles coming from behind them as Michael went “Owww!” and smirked at her. Maria raced up to them and gave Liz’s hair a gentle joking tug.
- Hey! What are you doing to my boyfriend? You poor baby…let me take care of you. - She wrapped her arms around Michael placing both hands on his butt, not sure exactly where Liz had done her mischief, and rubbed him in circles. That got them more chuckles and giggles plus amused looks from the passersby but by now, Maria had grown quite shameless, and went on, ignoring the bystanders. She looked up at him and Michael captured her lips for a quick kiss that got them now a few whistles and cheers.
- We’re going that way. - He said gesturing with his head the way he and Liz had come from.
- You found it? - Maria shouted, bouncing and laughing.
- Sure did, c’mon. - Michael turned her around with him and headed back for the Underground.
- So how is it? - Isabel asked Liz.
- Not what I expected, rather creepy, in a “dungeon” kind of way, but Michael didn’t seem to mind it, though it gave me the shivers. You’ll see for yourselves. -
- Well, if we don’t like it we can always walk out and find something else. - Isabel shrugged.
But once there, they all seemed to like it, only Max and Isabel looked a little creeped out, but they didn’t want to spoil it for the rest. Maria was keeping Michael too busy for him to focus on anything else, so Liz turned her attention on Max just as she saw Stuart doing the same with Isabel. Laurie and Ava were having fun with Kyle who was clowning around and Liz noticed the lemon green waiter seemed pissed because they hadn’t chosen her table but they hadn’t even remembered about her or the colour of her bow. Their lantern was now blue and it was Isabel who had walked right up to that table and settled down.
Soon they were all dancing, Michael and Maria had developed this style that whether the music was slow or not, they couldn’t care less, they just swayed, enjoying their closeness, making out or just holding each other.
The waitress with the lemon green bow kept watching their table looking quite ready to do something about it. She had the hots for Michael but that ‘silly blonde, probably a “bottle job”, didn’t let him be and was slobbering all over him’. Ironically, that was the same way Maria had referred to Courtney, and yet both of them were real blondes.
The waitress had asked the blue bowed one what they were drinking because she assured her she knew them. ‘Blue bow’ had answered they were just drinking cherry cokes, no liquor at all, but they had this crazy thing: they had brought a bottle of Tabasco and were spiking their cokes with it.
The one with the lemon green bow started observing Michael and noticed him taking just a couple of sips before Maria dragged him to dance with her again. When they made a break, he downed easily half the glass. Then they went to dance again and on the way back he finished the coke and called for another one. He spiked it and left again. He downed about half of it on the next break and left the rest for the way back. The waitress saw her chance when the blue bow one was arguing with the bartender, so she took a capful of strong brandy, hiding it carefully in her hand and pretended to trip with the table. She steadied Michael’s glass as she poured the liquor into it very casually in the darkness, making sure none of the ones from the table were looking her way, and kept going.
She watched him down the whole thing and shake his head.
- What? - Maria asked him.
- I think I overdid the Tabasco…can I have some of yours? - He knew Maria’s wasn’t spiked.
He drank the whole glass and called the waiter to refill both his and Maria’s. About a minute later, the strangest thing the waitress had ever seen happened. Liz started staring at Michael and then they all turned simultaneously towards him. Michael was wincing and Maria had her arm around him but they hadn’t spoken a word. When they all stood up, Stuart called their waitress and they left hurriedly after paying her. Michael was half limping half lurching and now it was Max and Stuart on either side with Kyle behind him that were helping him up the stairs.
“Uh oh…” Thought the lemon green bowed waitress. “Maybe they weren’t drinking because they’re not used to doing it, and because of that, they have a bad reaction to alcohol…dammit! I think I totally screwed it up!”
She rushed towards them, reluctant to miss the chance she had tried to create expecting him to go to the men’s room where she would approach him quite surreptitiously. Since that wasn’t happening anymore, she would try something else to get him to notice her.
As they reached the stained glass door, the waitress glided over to Michael.
- I hope you enjoyed it and come back. Next time choose my table. - She said in a flirty way, stepping right in front of him, making sure he saw her face and glided away as fast as she had come, too fast for Maria to react.
- What the hell was that? - Max said to Michael as they reached the stairs.
- She gave us all the info about the place when we told her we were just checking it to come back with our friends. I guess she thought we would go to her table. - Michael answered truthfully, shrugging.
That seemed to calm Maria down thinking it was all about the tip and they climbed up back to the shopping area and turned towards the parking lot.
The waitress wistfully watched them disappear up the stairs behind the stained glass door that was held open by a waiter until they all went through it.
Once outside, in spite of their hurry, the progress was rather slow.
- How could they give you a spiked coke? - Isabel exclaimed angrily.
- Keep it down, Iz, it must have been a mistake, it probably was for another table. It wasn’t meant for me. Oh shit! - Michael winced.
- What? What? - Maria was getting hysterical.
- The piercings are killing me! - Michael grunted.
- I’ll go get the van, ok? You just get to the parking lot as fast as you can. - Stuart started taking off in that direction.
- No, wait! I’ll go, you stay just in case, you’re a doctor, Michael might need you. - Kyle shouted and raced for the van snatching the keys from Stuart’s hand as he passed by him.
By then, they were all around Michael giving him a hand as his sensitivity seemed to be peaking. Suddenly, Michael jerked and cried out for no apparent reason.
- Ahhh! - He went, shutting his eyes tight and gritting his teeth.
By the time they were showered and changed, it was already 4:45 pm. Rubén offered to drive them over and pick them up whenever they called him, hinting that they would probably have some beers and they shouldn’t be driving like that, but Max thanked him and told him they didn’t drink…at all. So Max drove them over. The place was huge! The small road they had used some time ago to get to the deserted barn so Max could heal Michael after the holdup at the other mall, had become a wide two way access to the main parking lot. It was impossible to even imagine where exactly they had hidden that night, the illumination was fantastic! Maria said she had been told there was this cool place for dancing that had the greatest music and was open from 6pm to 6am. The first place they went to was a CD-DVD store, then Maria dragged Michael into a shop with the latest in fashion and insisted on his buying t-shirts, jeans, anything that came in her way.
- Maria, I have my closet full, I don’t need anything, you go and buy whatever you want…go on, they’re waiting for you. - Michael pushed her gently towards Isabel, Ava, Laurie and Liz.
- Are you sure? What are you going to do? - Maria frowned.
- I’ll catch up with the guys. Don’t worry about me. - He gave her a quick hug and a kiss and watched her run up to her waiting friends to disappear among the dresses and stuff. Michael smirked, happy for her, and as he was turning to leave, he felt a hand on his, knowing it was Liz before he turned.
- Hey…you’re not shopping? - He asked Liz, surprised.
- Hey yourself, I have enough clothes too, I was getting claustrophobic in there. - She sighed.
- Where’s Max? - Michael wondered.
- Oh, he’s off to the car shop as he misses his Camaro and he and Stuart are thinking of getting rides of their own, so who better than Kyle for suggestions. - She smiled. - I told Maria I was going to find a bathroom, and they’re too far gone to miss me. -
- Maria will freak out when she finds out you’re not with them, and you bet she will. - Michael frowned.
- That’s when my cell phone will start ringing. - Liz giggled.
- Ice cream? - Michael suggested.
- Ice cream! - Liz accepted.
They had passed a Ben and Jerry so they ended in there, checking out the flavours.
- Well? - Michael asked Liz.
- Vanilla. - Liz said.
- C’mon! At least French Vanilla! - Michael teased.
- Just plain vanilla, please. What about you? Pistacchio? - She nodded.
- Sure. - He grinned.
They got their ice cream and went to sit in a corner used to always seeking privacy. Liz watched Michael lick at his cone with a lost look in his eyes and she could feel his frustration at having to face the nightmare he would not be able to elude later on. She reached for his hand and took it in both of hers. His eyes focused again and homed on hers. She could see this dread, this defeat that she wasn’t used in him and her eyes filled with tears.
“Liz, thanks, but please…don’t…” He sent to her. “I can…”
- Yes I know, you always deal, I just hate it, you know? Why is it always you? - She squeezed his hand.
- Because I can take it? Because I’m good at it? I don’t know…- He sighed.
- Better me than any of you. -
Liz didn’t know what to say. She could hardly understand human behaviour most of the time, how could she expect to understand the alien one? Specially his enemies? They finished their ice cream in silence. He knew her eyes were still on him but he didn’t look up to meet them. She watched him discreetly use his powers to split the cone in two and lick the ice cream left on the inside of each part and set the remains on the napkin. She couldn’t help being amused as she munched down her cone to the last crumb. Then she reached over and took his leftovers and ate them while it was now Michael who watched her quite amused too.
- Now what? - He gave her a smile he felt she loved.
- Let’s go find that dancing place Maria’s crazy about so they won’t have to go looking when they finally resurface. - She laughed.
- Cool, let’s go. -
Liz found the easiest way, she asked a girl on the next table as they turned to leave. So following her directions, they arrived at a creepy dark door that looked like the entrance to a cave, in a corner of the mall. The twinkling colourful letters spelled UNDERWORLD, and as they climbed down the stone-like stairs lit by very real looking torches, Michael couldn’t help shuddering, feeling like he was descending into the Antar torture chamber all over again, but this time by his own choice. Liz felt him, as she hanged on to his arm, not to trip.
- Hey, we can skip it and tell them it was just a creepy place, which is true. - She suggested.
- No, let’s go. - Michael kept going and as they reached the dark depths, a stained glass door opened automatically to a surprisingly beautifully decorated place, with little lanterns in the middle of each table and a fairly large dancing area. The music was really great, and all the people working there were black dressed in white. The effect was quite stunning. The girls had long flowing gowns with an iridescent bow on top of their heads and the boys wore loose shirts and pants with a bow tie just like the one on the girl’s hair, of a different colour each to identify who was in charge of your table. The disk jockey’s head was covered by a hood which made him look like an executioner, a black leather vest and silky white baggy pants all spattered in red. At least he was tall and thin, quite different from Nicholas, but still Liz shivered. Michael noticed there was a button on each table by the lantern and he pushed the nearest one. The lantern sent a lemon green ray of light towards the ceiling like a beacon; both a girl and a boy with their bows matching that colour seemed to glide over to the table they were waiting on.
- What can we get you? - They smiled and pressed the button, making the light turn back low.
- Sorry, just testing, we were sent as scouts to find the place, we’ll be back with our friends. - Michael smirked.
- I’ll be waiting for you. - The girl said a little more than friendly.
- Sure. - Michael nodded and led Liz back the way they had come.
- So, now you like white butt? - The boy mockingly told the girl watching her checking Michael as he climbed up the stairs.
- Not particularly, but that one’s gorgeous! - She couldn’t take her eyes away.
- The girl’s not so bad…- The boy commented.
- Not my thing. - The girl shrugged.
As they reached the top of the stairs, Liz’s cell phone started ringing. She checked the time and it was almost 7:00 pm.
- About time! - She said as she answered.
Michael heard her give an account of their findings and then listened and said ok.
- Maria says there’s a “Pollo Loco” just like the one in New York, a pizza and Italian restaurant and a real cool one of Tai food. They’ll wait for us in front of the Ben and Jerry. - Liz informed him.
- Oh, whatever, but Crazy Chicken? I don’t know…- He made a face that had Liz laughing.
- Don’t worry, we’ll probably take a vote, I’ll side with you and Maria probably will too. I guess Laurie will also indulge you, and so will Ava so you’re safe there. What would you like? - Liz asked him.
- Tai, I think. It’s like Chinese, huh? - Michael wondered.
- It’s quite similar, yes. - Liz confirmed.
- Maria will choose Italian, that’s for sure. - Michael sighed.
- She might not, she’s watching her weight…- Liz nodded.
- Oh, c’mon! - Michael scoffed.
- Don’t ask me, that’s what she said today at lunch when I brought her a brownie. Isabel said exactly the same, so Ava ate it. - Liz shrugged.
- So now they think they’re fat! Maria’s legs look like reeds, and Isabel is just great! Women are nuts, you know? Shit, of course you know, no wait! I didn’t mean it to sound like that…Dammit! - Michael frowned.
- Hey take it easy, I know what you mean! Oh, there they are! - Liz saw them coming from the opposite direction.
- I’m going to have to talk to them…- Michael said.
- No you won’t, you don’t know anything! Don’t get me in trouble for trusting you, ok? Or I won’t do it again. - Liz protested.
- So what? I’ll find out through our empathy. You can’t keep anything away from me…- Michael reminded her.
- Michael! - Liz scolded him.
- Ok, ok, I don’t know a thing! - He winked at her, grinning.
Liz reached back, aiming low on his ass, but miscalculated and pinched him hard where it did hurt making Michael grunt and trip, but he recovered right away. Liz gave him a wicked grin as he turned to her, hearing chuckles and giggles coming from behind them as Michael went “Owww!” and smirked at her. Maria raced up to them and gave Liz’s hair a gentle joking tug.
- Hey! What are you doing to my boyfriend? You poor baby…let me take care of you. - She wrapped her arms around Michael placing both hands on his butt, not sure exactly where Liz had done her mischief, and rubbed him in circles. That got them more chuckles and giggles plus amused looks from the passersby but by now, Maria had grown quite shameless, and went on, ignoring the bystanders. She looked up at him and Michael captured her lips for a quick kiss that got them now a few whistles and cheers.
- We’re going that way. - He said gesturing with his head the way he and Liz had come from.
- You found it? - Maria shouted, bouncing and laughing.
- Sure did, c’mon. - Michael turned her around with him and headed back for the Underground.
- So how is it? - Isabel asked Liz.
- Not what I expected, rather creepy, in a “dungeon” kind of way, but Michael didn’t seem to mind it, though it gave me the shivers. You’ll see for yourselves. -
- Well, if we don’t like it we can always walk out and find something else. - Isabel shrugged.
But once there, they all seemed to like it, only Max and Isabel looked a little creeped out, but they didn’t want to spoil it for the rest. Maria was keeping Michael too busy for him to focus on anything else, so Liz turned her attention on Max just as she saw Stuart doing the same with Isabel. Laurie and Ava were having fun with Kyle who was clowning around and Liz noticed the lemon green waiter seemed pissed because they hadn’t chosen her table but they hadn’t even remembered about her or the colour of her bow. Their lantern was now blue and it was Isabel who had walked right up to that table and settled down.
Soon they were all dancing, Michael and Maria had developed this style that whether the music was slow or not, they couldn’t care less, they just swayed, enjoying their closeness, making out or just holding each other.
The waitress with the lemon green bow kept watching their table looking quite ready to do something about it. She had the hots for Michael but that ‘silly blonde, probably a “bottle job”, didn’t let him be and was slobbering all over him’. Ironically, that was the same way Maria had referred to Courtney, and yet both of them were real blondes.
The waitress had asked the blue bowed one what they were drinking because she assured her she knew them. ‘Blue bow’ had answered they were just drinking cherry cokes, no liquor at all, but they had this crazy thing: they had brought a bottle of Tabasco and were spiking their cokes with it.
The one with the lemon green bow started observing Michael and noticed him taking just a couple of sips before Maria dragged him to dance with her again. When they made a break, he downed easily half the glass. Then they went to dance again and on the way back he finished the coke and called for another one. He spiked it and left again. He downed about half of it on the next break and left the rest for the way back. The waitress saw her chance when the blue bow one was arguing with the bartender, so she took a capful of strong brandy, hiding it carefully in her hand and pretended to trip with the table. She steadied Michael’s glass as she poured the liquor into it very casually in the darkness, making sure none of the ones from the table were looking her way, and kept going.
She watched him down the whole thing and shake his head.
- What? - Maria asked him.
- I think I overdid the Tabasco…can I have some of yours? - He knew Maria’s wasn’t spiked.
He drank the whole glass and called the waiter to refill both his and Maria’s. About a minute later, the strangest thing the waitress had ever seen happened. Liz started staring at Michael and then they all turned simultaneously towards him. Michael was wincing and Maria had her arm around him but they hadn’t spoken a word. When they all stood up, Stuart called their waitress and they left hurriedly after paying her. Michael was half limping half lurching and now it was Max and Stuart on either side with Kyle behind him that were helping him up the stairs.
“Uh oh…” Thought the lemon green bowed waitress. “Maybe they weren’t drinking because they’re not used to doing it, and because of that, they have a bad reaction to alcohol…dammit! I think I totally screwed it up!”
She rushed towards them, reluctant to miss the chance she had tried to create expecting him to go to the men’s room where she would approach him quite surreptitiously. Since that wasn’t happening anymore, she would try something else to get him to notice her.
As they reached the stained glass door, the waitress glided over to Michael.
- I hope you enjoyed it and come back. Next time choose my table. - She said in a flirty way, stepping right in front of him, making sure he saw her face and glided away as fast as she had come, too fast for Maria to react.
- What the hell was that? - Max said to Michael as they reached the stairs.
- She gave us all the info about the place when we told her we were just checking it to come back with our friends. I guess she thought we would go to her table. - Michael answered truthfully, shrugging.
That seemed to calm Maria down thinking it was all about the tip and they climbed up back to the shopping area and turned towards the parking lot.
The waitress wistfully watched them disappear up the stairs behind the stained glass door that was held open by a waiter until they all went through it.
Once outside, in spite of their hurry, the progress was rather slow.
- How could they give you a spiked coke? - Isabel exclaimed angrily.
- Keep it down, Iz, it must have been a mistake, it probably was for another table. It wasn’t meant for me. Oh shit! - Michael winced.
- What? What? - Maria was getting hysterical.
- The piercings are killing me! - Michael grunted.
- I’ll go get the van, ok? You just get to the parking lot as fast as you can. - Stuart started taking off in that direction.
- No, wait! I’ll go, you stay just in case, you’re a doctor, Michael might need you. - Kyle shouted and raced for the van snatching the keys from Stuart’s hand as he passed by him.
By then, they were all around Michael giving him a hand as his sensitivity seemed to be peaking. Suddenly, Michael jerked and cried out for no apparent reason.
- Ahhh! - He went, shutting his eyes tight and gritting his teeth.
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the calm before the storm
Chapter 57
His body kept jerking every few seconds as he grunted, moaned, gasped or hissed trying to keep any attention away from them. Liz, being smaller, had her arm around his hips and her empathy told her the pain was focused in that area. “The piercings must be really killing him with each step he takes.” She thought, sensing what the liquor was doing to him, yet mostly guessing because Michael’s pain was always blocked away from her. She could sense it was intense and approximately where it was coming from, but she couldn’t pinpoint the exact source. Kyle arrived fast enough not to attract too much attention to them either. He stopped, leapt out of the van and raced around it to open the sliding side door. He was thankful for that model of van and specially that kind of door that not only eased bringing down the large amounts of shopping Anita and Rubén did, but also getting Michael inside quickly in case of an emergency like this one. He could feel everyone agreeing with him, and realized alien powers were a blessing. Once Michael got his knees on the floor of the van, they helped him crawl inside and stretch out on the space Max and Isabel had made for him pushing the seats out of the way towards the back, the left side and against the front seat, all looking inwards. Liz’s hands were the last to leave Michael as she felt them sticky with what she presumed was sweat pooling down from his back. She was about to use her powers to get rid of the stickiness, when out of curiosity she raised her hands and looked at her palms. Very unlike the normally composed Liz, she screamed, and they all turned to see her hands shaking as Michael jerked again, for the 29th time, according to Max who had been counting them. Their dislike of what Liz had just done, turned to fright as they watched her palms wet with bright red blood. That’s when they noticed the seat of Michael’s snug black leather pants were soaking. Michael jerked once again and this time what left his lips was a cross between a whimper and a sob.
- What the hell is going on now? This is not what has been happening to him before! - Shrieked Isabel. - Oh my god! We need Serena! -
Michael now began the writhing and squirming of the other times and at least now they knew what to expect.
- I can’t watch this! I just can’t! Why is it happening now? He isn’t even asleep yet! - Maria whined with Ava and Laurie’s arms over her shoulders, sobbing along with her.
- We can’t stay here! They’ll want to know what’s going on if we stay parked at the curb. We better start back home. - Kyle said sensibly as he started opening the door just enough for him to get down and go to the driver’s seat.
- Please, let me drive! I don’t want to stay here! - Maria’s voice broke.
- No Maria, Michael needs you there with him. If I let you drive, we won’t survive the experience in the state you’re in. - Kyle adviced.
- Alright, then let me go to the front seat too. I just can’t take it! - She was weeping openly now.
An excruciatingly painful orgasm hit Michael and he lay there breathing in gasps, the last one was so far from the previous one, that they were sure he had passed out. The next gasp was wrenched from deep inside him, ending in a moan and left him shuddering.
- Maria…- He groaned, making her forget her decision and race to him.
She slid to the ground and eased his head on her lap, burying her fingers in his hair as he breathed into her stomach.
- I’m here, I’m here for you Michael! - She kept saying as she held him to her and rubbed his back as far down as she could.
“The bastard whipped him before fucking him!” Serena’s voice filled the van.
- Serena! Where are you? - Shouted Isabel, her eyes searching wildly.
“We’re already on our way back, in the helicopter, but it will still take us at least 20 minutes to get to you. Take him home and put him to bed. Max, Stuart, you have a lot of healing to do. We’ll be there as soon as we land.” Serena’s voice faded at the end.
Max and Stuart wanted to begin the healing right away. Max’s hands itched to vanish Michael’s pants, but they had to get him up to his room first, because if any of Laurie’s help saw what was going on with Michael, specially the women, they would totally freak out and no one would be able to blame them.
Kyle drove through the road leading to the back of the house and parked as near as he could to the stairs leading to the terrace behind Michael’s room. Then very slowly and carefully they managed to get him up to his room and on his bed. Michael was burning with fever, but this time it was of alien origin so Max was sure he would be able to cope with it. Both healers joined forces to try to heal their patient the best and fastest way possible. Stuart and Max agreed that the wounds that were causing the fever had to be dealt with first, so Max began with the ones inside, which though they weren’t as bad as the ones inside, by healing them first, it would enable him to make a better connection to heal the more massive ones from the savage whipping.
- Max please! Just rip the bloody chains off of me! DO IT! - Michael demanded.
- That’s the least of your problems, trust me. It’s just because of your sensitivity to alcohol, once it’s gone, you’ll be fine there. Hang on…- Max said as he pressed his fingertip against Michael’s ass.
Max had used a generous glob of pure Vaseline and very gently, started to insert his finger into Michael who gasped and went too tight.
- Relax, please, at least enough to let me in. I know you’re hurting, but I have to do it to make you better. - Max pleaded with him.
Michael obeyed the best he could and Max pushed into him feeling him slowly give in to him. He worked his way deep, keeping as far from the piercings as he could. Michael hissed and clenched when Max accidentally rubbed against one of the chains.
- Sorry kid…- He said sincerely, hearing Michael take a deep breath.
His fingertip had been facing Michael’s front so when he rotated it the other way round to go deeper, he made contact with the chains. The strength of Michael’s grip would have had Max coming, had his cock been the one inside instead of his finger. Even so, he almost came. Max made a gurgling sound in his throat and Stuart turned to look at him, noticing his eyes had started to roll into his head but returned to their normal position as Max was back in control. Michael was shivering and writhing as Max could feel his insides spasming against his finger and he knew it wasn’t from pleasure. Unfortunately, that meant his healing was working fine and when Michael finally began to keep still, Max started removing his finger. He could feel the tissues were very sensitive, but healed. Max was having a hard time of his own, every time Michael clenched or spasmed, the deep cuts in his butt filled with blood and Max was finding it very hard to take. He knew he was going to need the deeper connection to be able to heal such damage and for once, he wasn’t looking forward to it.
- Go on Max, you’re doing fine. - Serena’s voice startled Max, who had no idea she was there already.
- Serena! When did you arrive? - Max froze when he saw the pale blond young man standing between Serena and Uncle Derek by the window, where they had been able to see the whole thing to the last detail.
- Oh, I’m sorry Max, let me introduce Wayne. Derek adopted him when his parents died in a car crash. His father was Derek’s best friend. Wayne lived with us since he was 5 and then we sent him to Germany where his uncle on his mother’s side lives. There he studied to become the best computer geek you can imagine, he’s a genius! I’m an idiot, this is where I should have begun! He knows about me, it’s ok. He knows about you guys too, from me, so go right ahead. -
Serena gave Max a reassuring smile, and Wayne nodded seriously.
Max wasn’t feeling very comfortable sticking his extra large wiener up Michael’s ass in front of a total stranger, but he trusted Serena, so he gulped, opened his fly and proceeded to make the connection. His erection had gone down to half mast, but the second the tip of his cock touched Michael’s tight opening, it bounced back up right away. Michael was breathing heavily, as Max pushed into him steadily and when Max skimmed over his prostate, Michael couldn’t help bucking and grunting as Max was shoved deep in one thrust. Max couldn’t stop now, he rammed in all the way as Michael moaned and clutched at the blanket, pushing up on his knees and spreading his thighs wider. Max reached around Michael and grabbed the front of his thighs high up, bringing Michael against him and sliding forwards so he could angle his body to drive his cock as deep as it could go. Michael bucked again and their bodies met as Max’s balls pressed on the piercings sending Michael into a tortured ecstasy making him come with such force that he had Max catching up right after him. Michael felt Max shooting into him and the healing balm kept sliding deeper and deeper, burning and soothing at the same time. Michael braced himself for the healing. Max placed his hands over the bleeding cuts and the white light started emanating from them. Max heard this sudden intake of air from the direction where Serena was standing and he guessed it must have been the blond guy. He might know about them but seeing it was quite another story. He wasn’t a medical student, he was a computer geek! Watching all that blood must be quite shocking, since Michael had been bleeding throughout the connection, which must have been one hell of a shock in itself. He hoped he found the show worth it, because he was in for one hell of a treat too. Max was struggling to get the edges of the gaping wounds close enough to heal but he wasn’t quite getting there with just one hand to spare. Stuart asked him if he could give him a hand because he had an idea. Max nodded and Stuart used the fingers of both his hands to close the wound enough so that Max could heal it. It worked and Serena was quite impressed. The progress was very slow, as the cuts were deep and most of them were bleeding because the muscular action of the connection had made them gape, but staying inside Michael was giving Max the strong energy of the warrior. Still, in the end, Max was beginning to tire, and they all went to provide their own energy to have the job done. Most of them were in the position to have one hand on Michael and the other one on Max, but Maria and Laurie, who were the most human of them, sat on the bed high up with their hands on Michael’s shoulders, sending their energy and love only to him.
Wayne, totally human too, leant over his “mother’s” shoulder out of curiosity, grimacing at the sight of the bloody wounds miraculously healing as if the white light coming from the other geeky looking guy’s hand acted like an amazingly efficient laser. He also noticed that the short brunette girl kept letting go of his arm every few seconds to pass her hand over his face and dry the sweat before it dripped. He guessed she was the first healed human his “mother” had told him about, whose powers were practically alien now. His eyes wandered to the human and alien twins, definitely not identical, but yet the same ethnic colouring.
The hurt boy was their brother then, though he had darker hair and now that his pain seemed to be subsiding, he could see his eyes had opened and were the colour of honey. He was glad they weren’t the icy grey of the human twin or the blue of the alien, which reminded him of the frightening hue his real mother’s got when she was angrily screaming at his father. Never at him, he gave her that, but still it upset him, since it was his kind father the one who always got it for siding with him. His dad’s eyes had been chocolate brown, like the almost alien human girl's, which he was proud of having inherited, instead of his mother’s, which had always scared him to death. This girl’s though, had this shy friendly warmth that had him thinking twice, and he liked her immediately.
The boy on the bed was definitely Michael, the warrior who made Serena’s eyes shine with pride when she mentioned him and made him jealous. Now that he saw him in the flesh, he finally understood why. There was this animal magnetism about him that made him afraid to meet his eyes, because he knew they would have this hypnotic effect that would mesmerize him. He had never even thought of being with another man and never would, that was final, but that didn’t mean he had not felt the curiosity of how exactly it was done. Not much to guess, but still…he had always expected the passive partner to have some feminine traits or at least try to impersonate a female. Not like what he had just seen, that had him reminding himself a little too often to shut his mouth. Ironically, he felt absolutely safe with the kid, the only threat would be not to give in to him. He wasn’t in danger of being hurt, he was in danger of hurting the boy and ending up liking it, like he would too! His brain was going on overload and a migraine was trying to gain the upper hand. He pressed the fingertips of his indexes hard against his temples and shut his eyes tight. Suddenly he felt his fingers warm up and start sending into his head the exact total relief he got from his extra strength pills. He opened his eyes in surprise to find several pairs of eyes on him, plus smiling faces. He tried to pull his fingers away from his head but they wouldn’t budge.
- Wait…- Said Max as he sent an extra boost and let go of him. - I felt responsible for your headache, sorry. -
- No, no…thank you. - Wayne knew his face was a mask of surprise.
Serena was no healer, though her fingers on Wayne’s temples could relax him enough to ease a headache caused by stress, but this was simply magical!
- I…I didn’t feel the least discomfort! - Wayne frowned.
- Of course not, why should you? - Max wondered.
- It seemed to hurt him…- Wayne gestured with his head towards Michael. - Or was it just his wounds? -
- No, you’re right, it’s his Royal blood, remember I told you? It makes him very sensitive. The Royals before him had healers of their same status, but there wasn’t one left for him, so he has to suffer. We all try to make up for it with our love, but…I don’t think it’s enough. - Serena sighed, shaking her head in sadness before Max could find a way to explain it.
- It sure is…- Michael said in a husky voice, as he reached out for Serena, half smirking, half wincing.
Wayne couldn’t help feeling jealous at the way Serena’s eyes lit up at the sound of the boy’s deep voice as she rushed to take his hand and sit beside him. Her other hand glided over his back, drying the beads of sweat that showed his pain. The human doctor was now doing his thing. Wayne watched him shoving something up the kid’s ass followed by an elephant sized thermometer that made him hiss. Wayne thought it was cruel in his condition, but his “mother” had told him something about the quirks the Royal hybrid had, so this must be one of them. Serena raised her hand from Michael’s back and turned reaching out for him. He couldn’t deny her this so he took her hand and what he felt coming from the boy through Serena had him shivering. What the hell was that? Rather who was that? What was she doing to him? Oh, it was the girl…his girl…crazy thing they had going on. Wayne loved music, whenever he was in any situation, he automatically found a song that went with it and he could actually hear it playing in his head. He felt the song “My name is Luca” reminded Maria of Michael’s abused childhood. He had always thought it didn’t make sense that it was sung by a girl because Luca was a boy’s name. As he heard the song in his head, he knew for sure this boy was not a crier, but this began when they were children, and Maria had no way of knowing it at that time. Then it went to the Cure’s Tainted Love, and he knew what the beginnings of their weird relationship had been like. It flowed on to Tom Petty’s I Won’t Back Down, and he was sure this boy would die for her, no matter what she did to him. He shook his head to clear out the music and heard Michael’s chuckle. He turned to meet his eyes terrified, because he knew Michael knew what he was feeling. What he saw in the honey pools totally put him off: the strength, the compassion, the suffering, the sacrifice. How could he live with all that! He was a warrior yet he hated to have to kill, putting himself in his enemy’s place, he would take anything for the ones he loved, he would die for any of them, did that kind of person still existed? That was fiction, prince charming, utopia applied to a person! Was he for real? No way! That’s just what he would like to be, what he wants me to think of him! His thoughts were interrupted by Serena’s voice.
- No Wayne, that’s how he is, that’s why it’s so hard for him. That’s why he’s so misunderstood. And you’re right, there aren’t people like him anymore and I’m afraid there will never be again. - Serena felt twin tears running down her cheeks.
Wayne hated to admit it but the same thing was happening to him. Michael had sensed his jealousy turn into sympathy and felt bad for him.
- Hey, this guy here’s a regular jukebox! Congrats, man, that was so cool! - Michael smirked and Wayne had to smile at him.
This kid was a real friend; he knew he would stand in front of him and take a bullet for him as he had done before, what was that nagging at him? It didn’t make sense…yes it did! Oh my god, he was afraid of falling for him!
- No please dude! I need just a friend, not another one after my ass! - The way Michael said it had everyone laughing including Wayne himself.
- I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I’m not like that honest! I don’t know what happened to me, that’s not me! Right mom? - He turned to Serena, blushing to the roots of his hair.
- Don’t feel bad, those are his vibes. He doesn’t do it on purpose, he doesn’t even know he does it most of the time. I’m his sister and I feel them too! - Ava said to Wayne with a sweet smile, then going serious and adding: - No, no! It’s never happened! -
- I didn’t mean to…- Wayne blushed even deeper.
- I know, but you see how it feels? He doesn’t mean it either. - She nodded smiling again after successfully giving him the picture with just a tad of her powers, not to scare him away.
- Right, I get it. Don’t worry kid, you’ve got a friend here. I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you. - Wayne said and thought: ‘As if I could!’
- Even if I like it? - Michael whispered, sending: ‘Sure you can!’
- Not even if you begged! - Wayne emphasized, and the way he looked back at Michael clearly sent back to him: ‘I know what you mean, but it’s not my thing.’
Michael nodded and closed his eyes biting his lower lip as Wayne caught with the corner of his eye, something going on to his right. He turned to see Stuart removing the thermometer and thought those had been the longest five minutes he had ever experienced, suspecting perhaps alien powers, but then his geek’s timing admitted it had been possible.
- Michael…- Stuart’s voice held regret.
- I know, my human side is fucking with me. Go ahead, shoot me up! - Michael whispered and sighed.
Wayne thought he was going to be sick, watching the needle sticking into the boy’s butt and thighs so many times. The doctor was definitely doing it in the spots he found sound enough to take it. He could remember Serena telling him of that particular quirk quite clearly because he had always been scared to death of needles, having allowed them only twice in his life for vaccines and only in his arm, where he could see what they were doing. Michael was shuddering and whimpering by the time Stuart finished and massaged him, making Wayne wish he could do anything to make the boy feel better. He realized how easy it was to fall into the trap of Michael’s sensuous world, so he forced his eyes away from him, finding Ava’s, who knew exactly what was going on with him.
- Hey, he needs to rest, c’mon, I’ll show you the house. - Ava volunteered with perfect timing and took his hand, walking him out of the room as she felt Laurie’s eyes on her.
“Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing, trust me.” She sent her through her powers and felt her acceptance.
As they were leaving the room, Ava also felt Kyle’s eyes on her, but she did nothing to reassure him, enjoying the jealousy she felt coming from him.
She had taken an immediate liking for the man, strange as it may sound, perhaps because he was so different from Michael, quite the opposite actually. She knew it was coming from Laurie too. Finding someone to replace their sexy brother was impossible, and someone who reminded them of him would be too hard on both of them. Ava had identified from the start the sibling crush Laurie had on Michael so this would work for her too. Wayne knew about them and that was a great start. He would never betray them, his adoptive mother, whom he clearly adored, was one of them, so that was completely out of the question. He was older than her, twenty…‘seven’, he confirmed, in answer to her mild mindwarp. She turned to look at him, a question in her eyes, and he just nodded, far from intimidated by what had just happened. Yes, she liked him, and she knew he did too. Lately, she had felt Kyle torn between her and Laurie, not wanting to make any of them feel rejected. The fact that she looked just like Tess reminded Kyle how his fraternal love for her had been betrayed when she accidentally killed Alex and used him to help her. Ava had strived to show him she was totally different from her dupe and knew she had succeeded. A human! Who would have thought so! She was glad because Kyle was also just the opposite from Michael, and she was developing very special feelings for the fun loving human. So what about the age difference? It was the same with Michael and both Maria and Isabel as it had been with Rath-Michael and Vilandra. She got Wayne talking about Laurie, whom he had met as children, and he had always liked the shy, serious little girl, who seemed wise beyond her years from tagging along with her grandfather. Ava got his memories and knew he had kept Laurie’s picture in his wallet all these years, angry and helpless when he heard what her relatives had done to her. She saw him jumping for joy when he received his “father’s” call filling him in on the latest, with Laurie back at home and free from the bastards thanks to her half alien brother. To top it all, he was none other than the true Royal heir her mother had always told him about, making him sound like out of a fairy tale. Ava felt without doubts that Wayne was more than fond of her twin. Perfect!
His body kept jerking every few seconds as he grunted, moaned, gasped or hissed trying to keep any attention away from them. Liz, being smaller, had her arm around his hips and her empathy told her the pain was focused in that area. “The piercings must be really killing him with each step he takes.” She thought, sensing what the liquor was doing to him, yet mostly guessing because Michael’s pain was always blocked away from her. She could sense it was intense and approximately where it was coming from, but she couldn’t pinpoint the exact source. Kyle arrived fast enough not to attract too much attention to them either. He stopped, leapt out of the van and raced around it to open the sliding side door. He was thankful for that model of van and specially that kind of door that not only eased bringing down the large amounts of shopping Anita and Rubén did, but also getting Michael inside quickly in case of an emergency like this one. He could feel everyone agreeing with him, and realized alien powers were a blessing. Once Michael got his knees on the floor of the van, they helped him crawl inside and stretch out on the space Max and Isabel had made for him pushing the seats out of the way towards the back, the left side and against the front seat, all looking inwards. Liz’s hands were the last to leave Michael as she felt them sticky with what she presumed was sweat pooling down from his back. She was about to use her powers to get rid of the stickiness, when out of curiosity she raised her hands and looked at her palms. Very unlike the normally composed Liz, she screamed, and they all turned to see her hands shaking as Michael jerked again, for the 29th time, according to Max who had been counting them. Their dislike of what Liz had just done, turned to fright as they watched her palms wet with bright red blood. That’s when they noticed the seat of Michael’s snug black leather pants were soaking. Michael jerked once again and this time what left his lips was a cross between a whimper and a sob.
- What the hell is going on now? This is not what has been happening to him before! - Shrieked Isabel. - Oh my god! We need Serena! -
Michael now began the writhing and squirming of the other times and at least now they knew what to expect.
- I can’t watch this! I just can’t! Why is it happening now? He isn’t even asleep yet! - Maria whined with Ava and Laurie’s arms over her shoulders, sobbing along with her.
- We can’t stay here! They’ll want to know what’s going on if we stay parked at the curb. We better start back home. - Kyle said sensibly as he started opening the door just enough for him to get down and go to the driver’s seat.
- Please, let me drive! I don’t want to stay here! - Maria’s voice broke.
- No Maria, Michael needs you there with him. If I let you drive, we won’t survive the experience in the state you’re in. - Kyle adviced.
- Alright, then let me go to the front seat too. I just can’t take it! - She was weeping openly now.
An excruciatingly painful orgasm hit Michael and he lay there breathing in gasps, the last one was so far from the previous one, that they were sure he had passed out. The next gasp was wrenched from deep inside him, ending in a moan and left him shuddering.
- Maria…- He groaned, making her forget her decision and race to him.
She slid to the ground and eased his head on her lap, burying her fingers in his hair as he breathed into her stomach.
- I’m here, I’m here for you Michael! - She kept saying as she held him to her and rubbed his back as far down as she could.
“The bastard whipped him before fucking him!” Serena’s voice filled the van.
- Serena! Where are you? - Shouted Isabel, her eyes searching wildly.
“We’re already on our way back, in the helicopter, but it will still take us at least 20 minutes to get to you. Take him home and put him to bed. Max, Stuart, you have a lot of healing to do. We’ll be there as soon as we land.” Serena’s voice faded at the end.
Max and Stuart wanted to begin the healing right away. Max’s hands itched to vanish Michael’s pants, but they had to get him up to his room first, because if any of Laurie’s help saw what was going on with Michael, specially the women, they would totally freak out and no one would be able to blame them.
Kyle drove through the road leading to the back of the house and parked as near as he could to the stairs leading to the terrace behind Michael’s room. Then very slowly and carefully they managed to get him up to his room and on his bed. Michael was burning with fever, but this time it was of alien origin so Max was sure he would be able to cope with it. Both healers joined forces to try to heal their patient the best and fastest way possible. Stuart and Max agreed that the wounds that were causing the fever had to be dealt with first, so Max began with the ones inside, which though they weren’t as bad as the ones inside, by healing them first, it would enable him to make a better connection to heal the more massive ones from the savage whipping.
- Max please! Just rip the bloody chains off of me! DO IT! - Michael demanded.
- That’s the least of your problems, trust me. It’s just because of your sensitivity to alcohol, once it’s gone, you’ll be fine there. Hang on…- Max said as he pressed his fingertip against Michael’s ass.
Max had used a generous glob of pure Vaseline and very gently, started to insert his finger into Michael who gasped and went too tight.
- Relax, please, at least enough to let me in. I know you’re hurting, but I have to do it to make you better. - Max pleaded with him.
Michael obeyed the best he could and Max pushed into him feeling him slowly give in to him. He worked his way deep, keeping as far from the piercings as he could. Michael hissed and clenched when Max accidentally rubbed against one of the chains.
- Sorry kid…- He said sincerely, hearing Michael take a deep breath.
His fingertip had been facing Michael’s front so when he rotated it the other way round to go deeper, he made contact with the chains. The strength of Michael’s grip would have had Max coming, had his cock been the one inside instead of his finger. Even so, he almost came. Max made a gurgling sound in his throat and Stuart turned to look at him, noticing his eyes had started to roll into his head but returned to their normal position as Max was back in control. Michael was shivering and writhing as Max could feel his insides spasming against his finger and he knew it wasn’t from pleasure. Unfortunately, that meant his healing was working fine and when Michael finally began to keep still, Max started removing his finger. He could feel the tissues were very sensitive, but healed. Max was having a hard time of his own, every time Michael clenched or spasmed, the deep cuts in his butt filled with blood and Max was finding it very hard to take. He knew he was going to need the deeper connection to be able to heal such damage and for once, he wasn’t looking forward to it.
- Go on Max, you’re doing fine. - Serena’s voice startled Max, who had no idea she was there already.
- Serena! When did you arrive? - Max froze when he saw the pale blond young man standing between Serena and Uncle Derek by the window, where they had been able to see the whole thing to the last detail.
- Oh, I’m sorry Max, let me introduce Wayne. Derek adopted him when his parents died in a car crash. His father was Derek’s best friend. Wayne lived with us since he was 5 and then we sent him to Germany where his uncle on his mother’s side lives. There he studied to become the best computer geek you can imagine, he’s a genius! I’m an idiot, this is where I should have begun! He knows about me, it’s ok. He knows about you guys too, from me, so go right ahead. -
Serena gave Max a reassuring smile, and Wayne nodded seriously.
Max wasn’t feeling very comfortable sticking his extra large wiener up Michael’s ass in front of a total stranger, but he trusted Serena, so he gulped, opened his fly and proceeded to make the connection. His erection had gone down to half mast, but the second the tip of his cock touched Michael’s tight opening, it bounced back up right away. Michael was breathing heavily, as Max pushed into him steadily and when Max skimmed over his prostate, Michael couldn’t help bucking and grunting as Max was shoved deep in one thrust. Max couldn’t stop now, he rammed in all the way as Michael moaned and clutched at the blanket, pushing up on his knees and spreading his thighs wider. Max reached around Michael and grabbed the front of his thighs high up, bringing Michael against him and sliding forwards so he could angle his body to drive his cock as deep as it could go. Michael bucked again and their bodies met as Max’s balls pressed on the piercings sending Michael into a tortured ecstasy making him come with such force that he had Max catching up right after him. Michael felt Max shooting into him and the healing balm kept sliding deeper and deeper, burning and soothing at the same time. Michael braced himself for the healing. Max placed his hands over the bleeding cuts and the white light started emanating from them. Max heard this sudden intake of air from the direction where Serena was standing and he guessed it must have been the blond guy. He might know about them but seeing it was quite another story. He wasn’t a medical student, he was a computer geek! Watching all that blood must be quite shocking, since Michael had been bleeding throughout the connection, which must have been one hell of a shock in itself. He hoped he found the show worth it, because he was in for one hell of a treat too. Max was struggling to get the edges of the gaping wounds close enough to heal but he wasn’t quite getting there with just one hand to spare. Stuart asked him if he could give him a hand because he had an idea. Max nodded and Stuart used the fingers of both his hands to close the wound enough so that Max could heal it. It worked and Serena was quite impressed. The progress was very slow, as the cuts were deep and most of them were bleeding because the muscular action of the connection had made them gape, but staying inside Michael was giving Max the strong energy of the warrior. Still, in the end, Max was beginning to tire, and they all went to provide their own energy to have the job done. Most of them were in the position to have one hand on Michael and the other one on Max, but Maria and Laurie, who were the most human of them, sat on the bed high up with their hands on Michael’s shoulders, sending their energy and love only to him.
Wayne, totally human too, leant over his “mother’s” shoulder out of curiosity, grimacing at the sight of the bloody wounds miraculously healing as if the white light coming from the other geeky looking guy’s hand acted like an amazingly efficient laser. He also noticed that the short brunette girl kept letting go of his arm every few seconds to pass her hand over his face and dry the sweat before it dripped. He guessed she was the first healed human his “mother” had told him about, whose powers were practically alien now. His eyes wandered to the human and alien twins, definitely not identical, but yet the same ethnic colouring.
The hurt boy was their brother then, though he had darker hair and now that his pain seemed to be subsiding, he could see his eyes had opened and were the colour of honey. He was glad they weren’t the icy grey of the human twin or the blue of the alien, which reminded him of the frightening hue his real mother’s got when she was angrily screaming at his father. Never at him, he gave her that, but still it upset him, since it was his kind father the one who always got it for siding with him. His dad’s eyes had been chocolate brown, like the almost alien human girl's, which he was proud of having inherited, instead of his mother’s, which had always scared him to death. This girl’s though, had this shy friendly warmth that had him thinking twice, and he liked her immediately.
The boy on the bed was definitely Michael, the warrior who made Serena’s eyes shine with pride when she mentioned him and made him jealous. Now that he saw him in the flesh, he finally understood why. There was this animal magnetism about him that made him afraid to meet his eyes, because he knew they would have this hypnotic effect that would mesmerize him. He had never even thought of being with another man and never would, that was final, but that didn’t mean he had not felt the curiosity of how exactly it was done. Not much to guess, but still…he had always expected the passive partner to have some feminine traits or at least try to impersonate a female. Not like what he had just seen, that had him reminding himself a little too often to shut his mouth. Ironically, he felt absolutely safe with the kid, the only threat would be not to give in to him. He wasn’t in danger of being hurt, he was in danger of hurting the boy and ending up liking it, like he would too! His brain was going on overload and a migraine was trying to gain the upper hand. He pressed the fingertips of his indexes hard against his temples and shut his eyes tight. Suddenly he felt his fingers warm up and start sending into his head the exact total relief he got from his extra strength pills. He opened his eyes in surprise to find several pairs of eyes on him, plus smiling faces. He tried to pull his fingers away from his head but they wouldn’t budge.
- Wait…- Said Max as he sent an extra boost and let go of him. - I felt responsible for your headache, sorry. -
- No, no…thank you. - Wayne knew his face was a mask of surprise.
Serena was no healer, though her fingers on Wayne’s temples could relax him enough to ease a headache caused by stress, but this was simply magical!
- I…I didn’t feel the least discomfort! - Wayne frowned.
- Of course not, why should you? - Max wondered.
- It seemed to hurt him…- Wayne gestured with his head towards Michael. - Or was it just his wounds? -
- No, you’re right, it’s his Royal blood, remember I told you? It makes him very sensitive. The Royals before him had healers of their same status, but there wasn’t one left for him, so he has to suffer. We all try to make up for it with our love, but…I don’t think it’s enough. - Serena sighed, shaking her head in sadness before Max could find a way to explain it.
- It sure is…- Michael said in a husky voice, as he reached out for Serena, half smirking, half wincing.
Wayne couldn’t help feeling jealous at the way Serena’s eyes lit up at the sound of the boy’s deep voice as she rushed to take his hand and sit beside him. Her other hand glided over his back, drying the beads of sweat that showed his pain. The human doctor was now doing his thing. Wayne watched him shoving something up the kid’s ass followed by an elephant sized thermometer that made him hiss. Wayne thought it was cruel in his condition, but his “mother” had told him something about the quirks the Royal hybrid had, so this must be one of them. Serena raised her hand from Michael’s back and turned reaching out for him. He couldn’t deny her this so he took her hand and what he felt coming from the boy through Serena had him shivering. What the hell was that? Rather who was that? What was she doing to him? Oh, it was the girl…his girl…crazy thing they had going on. Wayne loved music, whenever he was in any situation, he automatically found a song that went with it and he could actually hear it playing in his head. He felt the song “My name is Luca” reminded Maria of Michael’s abused childhood. He had always thought it didn’t make sense that it was sung by a girl because Luca was a boy’s name. As he heard the song in his head, he knew for sure this boy was not a crier, but this began when they were children, and Maria had no way of knowing it at that time. Then it went to the Cure’s Tainted Love, and he knew what the beginnings of their weird relationship had been like. It flowed on to Tom Petty’s I Won’t Back Down, and he was sure this boy would die for her, no matter what she did to him. He shook his head to clear out the music and heard Michael’s chuckle. He turned to meet his eyes terrified, because he knew Michael knew what he was feeling. What he saw in the honey pools totally put him off: the strength, the compassion, the suffering, the sacrifice. How could he live with all that! He was a warrior yet he hated to have to kill, putting himself in his enemy’s place, he would take anything for the ones he loved, he would die for any of them, did that kind of person still existed? That was fiction, prince charming, utopia applied to a person! Was he for real? No way! That’s just what he would like to be, what he wants me to think of him! His thoughts were interrupted by Serena’s voice.
- No Wayne, that’s how he is, that’s why it’s so hard for him. That’s why he’s so misunderstood. And you’re right, there aren’t people like him anymore and I’m afraid there will never be again. - Serena felt twin tears running down her cheeks.
Wayne hated to admit it but the same thing was happening to him. Michael had sensed his jealousy turn into sympathy and felt bad for him.
- Hey, this guy here’s a regular jukebox! Congrats, man, that was so cool! - Michael smirked and Wayne had to smile at him.
This kid was a real friend; he knew he would stand in front of him and take a bullet for him as he had done before, what was that nagging at him? It didn’t make sense…yes it did! Oh my god, he was afraid of falling for him!
- No please dude! I need just a friend, not another one after my ass! - The way Michael said it had everyone laughing including Wayne himself.
- I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I’m not like that honest! I don’t know what happened to me, that’s not me! Right mom? - He turned to Serena, blushing to the roots of his hair.
- Don’t feel bad, those are his vibes. He doesn’t do it on purpose, he doesn’t even know he does it most of the time. I’m his sister and I feel them too! - Ava said to Wayne with a sweet smile, then going serious and adding: - No, no! It’s never happened! -
- I didn’t mean to…- Wayne blushed even deeper.
- I know, but you see how it feels? He doesn’t mean it either. - She nodded smiling again after successfully giving him the picture with just a tad of her powers, not to scare him away.
- Right, I get it. Don’t worry kid, you’ve got a friend here. I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you. - Wayne said and thought: ‘As if I could!’
- Even if I like it? - Michael whispered, sending: ‘Sure you can!’
- Not even if you begged! - Wayne emphasized, and the way he looked back at Michael clearly sent back to him: ‘I know what you mean, but it’s not my thing.’
Michael nodded and closed his eyes biting his lower lip as Wayne caught with the corner of his eye, something going on to his right. He turned to see Stuart removing the thermometer and thought those had been the longest five minutes he had ever experienced, suspecting perhaps alien powers, but then his geek’s timing admitted it had been possible.
- Michael…- Stuart’s voice held regret.
- I know, my human side is fucking with me. Go ahead, shoot me up! - Michael whispered and sighed.
Wayne thought he was going to be sick, watching the needle sticking into the boy’s butt and thighs so many times. The doctor was definitely doing it in the spots he found sound enough to take it. He could remember Serena telling him of that particular quirk quite clearly because he had always been scared to death of needles, having allowed them only twice in his life for vaccines and only in his arm, where he could see what they were doing. Michael was shuddering and whimpering by the time Stuart finished and massaged him, making Wayne wish he could do anything to make the boy feel better. He realized how easy it was to fall into the trap of Michael’s sensuous world, so he forced his eyes away from him, finding Ava’s, who knew exactly what was going on with him.
- Hey, he needs to rest, c’mon, I’ll show you the house. - Ava volunteered with perfect timing and took his hand, walking him out of the room as she felt Laurie’s eyes on her.
“Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing, trust me.” She sent her through her powers and felt her acceptance.
As they were leaving the room, Ava also felt Kyle’s eyes on her, but she did nothing to reassure him, enjoying the jealousy she felt coming from him.
She had taken an immediate liking for the man, strange as it may sound, perhaps because he was so different from Michael, quite the opposite actually. She knew it was coming from Laurie too. Finding someone to replace their sexy brother was impossible, and someone who reminded them of him would be too hard on both of them. Ava had identified from the start the sibling crush Laurie had on Michael so this would work for her too. Wayne knew about them and that was a great start. He would never betray them, his adoptive mother, whom he clearly adored, was one of them, so that was completely out of the question. He was older than her, twenty…‘seven’, he confirmed, in answer to her mild mindwarp. She turned to look at him, a question in her eyes, and he just nodded, far from intimidated by what had just happened. Yes, she liked him, and she knew he did too. Lately, she had felt Kyle torn between her and Laurie, not wanting to make any of them feel rejected. The fact that she looked just like Tess reminded Kyle how his fraternal love for her had been betrayed when she accidentally killed Alex and used him to help her. Ava had strived to show him she was totally different from her dupe and knew she had succeeded. A human! Who would have thought so! She was glad because Kyle was also just the opposite from Michael, and she was developing very special feelings for the fun loving human. So what about the age difference? It was the same with Michael and both Maria and Isabel as it had been with Rath-Michael and Vilandra. She got Wayne talking about Laurie, whom he had met as children, and he had always liked the shy, serious little girl, who seemed wise beyond her years from tagging along with her grandfather. Ava got his memories and knew he had kept Laurie’s picture in his wallet all these years, angry and helpless when he heard what her relatives had done to her. She saw him jumping for joy when he received his “father’s” call filling him in on the latest, with Laurie back at home and free from the bastards thanks to her half alien brother. To top it all, he was none other than the true Royal heir her mother had always told him about, making him sound like out of a fairy tale. Ava felt without doubts that Wayne was more than fond of her twin. Perfect!
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the calm before the storm
Chapter 58
- So, you’re Laurie’s twin…- Wayne scoffed.
- I guess Serena explained it to you. - Ava said.
- Yes, she did. How do you feel about it? - He wondered.
- I feel so lucky to have found her. She’s a wonderful person. She didn’t deserve what happened to her. She was also very lucky to find Michael and that he took an immediate interest in her. Mostly curiosity at first, I suppose, but once he realized what she really was to him, he just had to protect her, because that’s him. Both he and Maria did everything they could to rid her of her aunt and uncle. Michael was reminded of his own suffering at the hands of his foster father, you know that too, huh? - Ava asked and Wayne nodded. - I want the best for her. She remembers you as a good friend from her childhood and is very glad to see you again. -
- Me too. - He said with a big smile and Ava was sure it would work.
- We better go back, everyone has classes tomorrow, and Stuart has to be at the hospital rather early. It’s quite late, you see, we didn’t expect this to happen... - Ava preferred to leave it there.
They walked back and climbed the stairs to be surprised by the glow coming from the room through the open door.
- Serena, please! You have to stop this! It’s killing him! There must be something you can do! - Maria sobbed, hanging on to Michael’s hand as he lay there in a drugged state.
- I’ll summon his father. - She sighed in defeat.
They made the circle connection beginning and ending with Michael and a very pissed Ramthis soon made his appearance.
- Ser’eeah! It’s not a good time! We are having a very hard…- He stopped and looked at his son in amazement. - It’s happening here too! Then it’s worse than I thought! -
The look of disbelief in his eyes was quite evident. Serena just dared to nod.
- Then let me inform you. Someri was recruited by Khivar to find out what Neeklas was about and forced him to take him to his lair. There they found him doing some old ritual and he was furious to have been caught in the act because he couldn’t deny it. Someri said that it the trance, he was speaking the human language Michael speaks, and there was this smell, like of old people and death at the same time. Neeklas confessed he was trying to contact humans to be able to return to Earth to do his spying. He seemed to get the upper hand somehow and convinced Khivar into going through the experience together. They contacted someone they knew about and played with his mind, but soon after, Khivar realized Someri was there and dismissed him. Someri wondered if Khivar expected to find him waiting for him outside, but then he thought that if he did, Khivar might think he was spying and he would get it trouble. So he waited for him to come out far enough not to arouse his suspicion, but he just walked past him muttering something about a damned witch. Someri decided it was safer to come back to us and he’s right here. We’re trying to make some sense out of it with Amaru. He says the only witch Khivar can be angry at is the Grumper witch who preferred to kill herself not to give him the invisibility formula. The ritual they caught Neeklas doing could be an old one which we thought was lost, and was used to summon the dead. Amaru has also a way of doing it, so he’s going to try to summon her and if he can’t, it will mean she has already been summoned by someone else. That would be Neeklas. Someri has willingly just taken a potion made of Andes herbs which has released his essence, leaving his body here under our care, and is taking him anywhere he wants in fractions of seconds. He must return before the hour or he will never be able to do so again and his body will die. Someri says a couple of days ago one of the mercenaries found a box in a cave and gossip says it contained the whip of Supay. All Someri could find out was that Khivar had some kind of argument about it with Neeklas and left very angry for his brothel. He heard he had used the whip there, but that none of the courtesans had been submitted to it. That he had some kind of a very special prisoner hidden there, which we suspect it is Rath-Michael’s essence captured by Neeklas’ tamperings with the witch, and he has somehow been materialized here in the flesh. Someri is sure that’s where Khivar has gone, but he’s not sure where Neeklas fits in. We’re waiting for his return to his body to see what he has found out. - Ramthis told them.
- I’m afraid Someri is right. Michael has been going through this every night for the last days. So far it had just been sexual abuse but tonight, it was a very bad lashing before the sex, and he wasn’t yet asleep as it has been so far. This will take you some hours, calculating the time space, so we may as well wait and let Michael sleep. He’s already been healed, but you know how it is with him. - Serena scoffed.
- Don’t summon me again. I will come as soon as I know what Someri has found out, as I was going to do anyway. - He ordered and disappeared leaving behind his typical glow just as Ava and Wayne came back into the room.
- What did we miss? - Ava asked, gloating on the look Kyle gave her.
- Ramthis was here. - Serena reached out for her and Ava took her hand, receiving the images in three seconds at the most. She hadn’t let go of Wayne’s hand so he was briefed at the same time.
- So we know what’s going on, how can we stop him? - Ava deadpanned as Maria nodded.
- We wait. That’s all we can do, but we stay here with him. - Serena turned to check on Michael and made sure he was fast asleep.
Wayne sat up suddenly, as he normally did several times each night after his usual nightmare. His mom and dad had tucked him in and kissed his forehead goodnight. Then the phone rang and they came to tell him the widow next door had called asking for help because she had a flat tire just a few blocks away. They told him to be a good boy and go to sleep, that they would be right back. A few minutes later, he heard the sirens, the loud persistent knocking on the door, and he went to open it to find the black and white cars and the cops all over the place. The nice policewoman told him as kindly as she could that his parents had been in an accident and would not come home again. He opened his mouth and kept screaming: NO, NO, NOOO! That’s when he woke up. After that, he had never been able to sleep for more than half an hour tops to jump up to his own screams which happened only in his nightmare. Nothing helped; he was in therapy for almost two years with no results. His new dad, Derek, who was so kind and understanding, finally put an end to it and let Serena, his new mom, to take him to a lady that did mind control. That got him started, and soon it was just his mom taking him through the exercises and little by little, they developed a way to a very special communication. She could speak to him directly into his head and he could only call her the same way, but it was enough to get her attention. It wasn’t until he was in his late teens, on holidays from the university, and visiting his “parents”, that he barged into her room one afternoon without knocking or letting her know he was there. He found her glowing and levitating a foot from the ground. He remembered his strangled cry and rushing back to the door to have it slam closed before he was even near. That was when Serena decided it was time to let him know who she really was, and that the tales she had told him as a child, were true stories from her planet. She explained that they could communicate in that level because thanks to the mind control and her own powers, she had been able to awaken his ESP, which really all human had, but only some were able to access it. There was nothing wrong with it, quite the contrary, it was useful to be in touch whenever he needed her. He knew he could give her in, because his “dad” wasn’t like her, but then she had always been nice to him and proven her love to him in many ways. So from that day on, he loved her for who she really was, but not even she could stop his nightmares.
Something was not right. He usually remembered his dreams crystal clear and he was sure this had not been the usual one. He had not woken up to his screams; some other noise had done it. Michael moaned and Wayne immediately knew that was what had woken him up. Then the nightmare flashed before his eyes in excruciating detail: it was him, Wayne, who had been lashing the boy till he bled, then he had tortured Michael sticking him with needles and he had woken up just when he was about to…Jesus! If Michael hadn’t moaned, he would have raped him! But no, he didn’t. No way he was going back to sleep because he knew exactly how the nightmare would continue and what would follow and he would hate himself for the rest of his life. He turned to his left, almost behind him and could see his adoptive parents resting on the big couch. They had their heads on the arm rests, Serena facing him and Derek’s face too far to look back at him. One of his legs was draped over the back of the couch to give her space to stretch her legs as she liked. She was probably getting her three hours sleep after watching over her prince during most of the night. He knew she was in contact with Michael’s mind even in sleep, which meant she was sure he was doing alright, or she would be still watching over him.
Wayne was sitting on the easy chair, which was almost touching the lowest side of the bed, so he concentrated in watching the scene before his eyes, not to fall back asleep. Michael lay almost all over Maria, facing away from him, with his thighs hugging her legs. He wondered how he could feel at ease stark naked in a room full of people. Of course, his position kept his genitals pressed against the girl and out of sight…almost. Wayne’s eyes checked out the brands and decided that they could sure pass for tattoos, and as he strayed lower down, he could see a hint of his balls…wait a minute! They were shining? He leant over to make sure he wasn’t seeing things and he noticed the chains. He didn’t remember his mother telling him anything about that…
- It’s a piercing. - The whisper from his right, very near his ear, made him turn startled and guilty looking, to find Kyle sitting up on his sleeping bag.
He had been lying along the foot of the bed and was now sitting up, watching him with an amused grin. Kyle got up and waved him over. Wayne followed him into the luxurious bathroom and watched him close the door with a push from his hand. He went to look at the whirlpool as he heard Kyle taking a leak behind him, and waited until he finished to turn back to him.
- He had that piercing done in New York, they’re actually three platinum chains. His dupe gave him the idea. - Kyle was about to explain when Wayne’s confused expression changed to one of understanding.
- Yes, right, Mom said they had piercings all over their faces and tattoos too. - Wayne recalled the whole thing. - Ava doesn’t have them. -
- She removed them when she left on her own. She can heal superficial scratches so she made every trace of them disappear. -
- What about Michael’s scars of the whipping over the brands? I don’t think Max can make them go away, can he? - Wayne said, doubtfully.
- I don’t think so. It will be some major problem to explain them since Michael has to shower in school and they will be quite visible then. - Kyle shook his head.
- Yeah, right! - Wayne frowned.
- We’ll think of something. Don’t worry, we always do! - Kyle patted his back.
- We better go back before they get funny ideas about us. -
Wayne went paper white so Kyle added: - Kidding! - Jokingly, as Wayne breathed deep and regained some of his colour.
When they returned to the bedroom, they were still all asleep, so Kyle stretched again on his back, hands clasped over his chest, to make a few silent ‘ohmmms’ before he was out again. Wayne sat on his easy chair, still preferring to stay awake, and continued his vigil. He checked his watch, and found it was just a little after 5:00am, explaining the pale light that made everything visible. Another soft moan had him watching Michael smoothly slide off Maria to lie beside her, turning his head to face Wayne. His eyes were closed in sleep, lips parted in a slight wince cause by movement. He threw one arm over his head, resting his cheek on it and pushed his hips back a tad sideways. Maria’s movements right after, made Wayne guess that Michael knew just what she was going to do in response to his change of position. She rolled towards him and spooned against him, her knees close together, rested on Michael’s thigh, just as he pushed the other one in front of his other leg, bending his knee slightly out of the way, so Maria could fit perfectly. It was obvious to Wayne that those two had been sleeping together for a long time. Maria raised one arm alongside Michael’s and grabbed his forearm while her other arm went around his body, pressed over his stomach. Michael smirked, purring, and snuggled back against Maria, causing himself to moan and wince. Wayne wished he could find a partner with such love and understanding for himself. He wondered if it would be as soon as he was hoping. He closed his eyes and pictured Isabel snuggled in Stuart’s arms on a sleeping bag and Liz in Max’s in another one as he had just seen them between the bed and the bathroom. Ava and Laurie lay in front of him, on this side of the bed, close together on their backs on long cushions they had brought from downstairs, holding hands, in the typical security closeness brought to twins. To him, they looked like angels. Another moan from the bed had him watching Michael’s face, with a short lived wince, product of another snuggle, and once relaxed, Wayne was sure he looked like his namesake archangel himself, also a warrior, and beautiful and arrogant as he had seen him depicted in all the paintings at the many museums he had visited in Europe. Michael…yes…it totally suited him. The boy’s relaxed sleeping face had invaded his head as he reluctantly fell asleep.
Wayne opened his eyes to find himself alone in the room with Michael sleeping also ‘solo’. It didn’t make sense…where were they? They wouldn’t have left Michael alone and just gone to their classes, could they? And Stuart? The picture of responsibility had left for his hospital job leaving behind a patient at his own home? Ok, he could believe all that, but not his parents leaving just like that, without even a word to him! Serena? No way! But Michael wasn’t alone; he was there, wasn’t he? This had to be a dream. Fine, at least it wasn’t his typical nightmare, he wouldn’t be able to take that one with Michael included! Jesus, no! That was too much! Wayne jumped almost out of the chair when Michael moaned and squirmed. It was the last thing he wanted to do and yet he did it: he rushed over to him and placed his hand on the boy’s shoulder. The warmth of his skin reassured him and he found the courage to speak.
“Are you alright?” Wayne realized how stupid that must have sounded as the boy was moaning and his back was beaded with sweat. “Wait a sec…”
Wayne raced to the bathroom and filled a bowl that just happened to be in the wash basin, with cold water. Then he took a small face towel that he was sure belonged to Maria, and he knew she was going to be pissed, but right now, he didn’t give a damn. He reached for the towel rack and he took another one that hadn’t been there before. His and hers? He asked himself finding it quite funny. He returned to the bed and saw Michael now had his face buried into his arms and he was shivering.
“Hey, kid…” He gently wiped the sweat from his back on the left side which was nearer to him.
“Where’s Maria?” He asked huskily, turning his face sideways towards him.
“I guess they’ve all gone to their classes, they left you with me.” He was sure Michael would be angry, so his answer surprised him:
“Oh, ok. Sorry about that…you don’t have to stay if you don’t want to. I’m used to being alone…” The last part sounded a little wistful to Wayne.
“You don’t have to, I’m here for you. Let me finish…” He moved over Michael’s thighs to the other side and wiped him there too.
Michael sighed and snuggled into the bed as Wayne watched him open mouthed. He wasn’t feeling anything sexual, he was just admiring the boy’s body and wishing he could look like him, not like a ‘string bean’ which had been his hated nickname throughout school and college. Michael jerked and gasped, biting his lower lip to hold back a wince. Wayne noticed how full his lips were, another point against him.
“What’s wrong?” Wayne asked, concerned.
“I’m burning, man, wish I could go down to the pool.” Michael groaned. “I don’t think I could even reach the stairs…”
“The water must be chilled…” Wayne commented.
“Just what I need…hey, I think I can make it to the whirlpool, could you fill it with cold water for me, huh?” He whispered.
“Are you sure that’s what you want?” Wayne asked, not quite convinced.
“It’s what I need, dude.” Michael smirked.
Wayne patted Michael’s shoulder and went to the bathroom. He turned on the tap and watched the tub fill all the way up in a second flat.
“Wow, cool!” Wayne exclaimed, taking it in stride in his dream.
He went back to Michael to find him struggling onto his hands and knees, and slowly backing towards the foot of the bed. He ran the rest of the way grabbing him around the hips and eased him onto the floor. Michael was bent over on the bed and he started straightening up very slowly.
“Give me a hand, ok?” Michael asked.
“We’ll both end up on the floor, I’m not that strong, you know?” Wayne sounded nervous.
“Here, I’ll give you my strength.” And before Wayne could do anything, Michael grabbed his hand and he felt this incredible surge travelling up his arm all the way to his brain to branch out all over his body. He was sure that if he pushed up with his feet, he would zoom across the room. He heard himself giggling like a retard.
“C’mon, help me while it lasts.” Michael passed his arm over his shoulders and he grabbed him around the middle with both arms just in case, wondering what he had meant. They trudged over to the bathroom and Michael knelt on the edge and slid into the water. He stretched out in the water and after writhing every way possible, he finally just lay still with his cheek on his crossed forearms. Wayne knew for certain that Serena would have given anything to be able to raise this boy here on Earth and he wondered what it would have been like to have him as a kid brother. But he was about ten years older, so if the hybrids came out as six years old, according to his mother, then he would have only been with him for three years at the most before he left for college in Europe. Maybe he wouldn’t have left at all, if he had had Michael with him, because it would have been awesome. He knew what Michael had meant when he felt his new strength ebbing as he went back to his normal self. He checked out Michael again noticing the effect of the water over his still golden tanned body and was sure he would’ve been one hell of a cool kid brother. He reached over and caressed the boy’s hair finding it surprisingly soft and he got a shocking flash of this also naked child which was definitely Michael, bent over a rolled sleeping bag on a small bed. An unkempt looking man in cheap clothes was glued to his ass through what must have been his open fly. Wayne sat up from a totally different nightmare than the ones he was used to, and found himself on Derek`s favourite armchair at home.
- So, you’re Laurie’s twin…- Wayne scoffed.
- I guess Serena explained it to you. - Ava said.
- Yes, she did. How do you feel about it? - He wondered.
- I feel so lucky to have found her. She’s a wonderful person. She didn’t deserve what happened to her. She was also very lucky to find Michael and that he took an immediate interest in her. Mostly curiosity at first, I suppose, but once he realized what she really was to him, he just had to protect her, because that’s him. Both he and Maria did everything they could to rid her of her aunt and uncle. Michael was reminded of his own suffering at the hands of his foster father, you know that too, huh? - Ava asked and Wayne nodded. - I want the best for her. She remembers you as a good friend from her childhood and is very glad to see you again. -
- Me too. - He said with a big smile and Ava was sure it would work.
- We better go back, everyone has classes tomorrow, and Stuart has to be at the hospital rather early. It’s quite late, you see, we didn’t expect this to happen... - Ava preferred to leave it there.
They walked back and climbed the stairs to be surprised by the glow coming from the room through the open door.
- Serena, please! You have to stop this! It’s killing him! There must be something you can do! - Maria sobbed, hanging on to Michael’s hand as he lay there in a drugged state.
- I’ll summon his father. - She sighed in defeat.
They made the circle connection beginning and ending with Michael and a very pissed Ramthis soon made his appearance.
- Ser’eeah! It’s not a good time! We are having a very hard…- He stopped and looked at his son in amazement. - It’s happening here too! Then it’s worse than I thought! -
The look of disbelief in his eyes was quite evident. Serena just dared to nod.
- Then let me inform you. Someri was recruited by Khivar to find out what Neeklas was about and forced him to take him to his lair. There they found him doing some old ritual and he was furious to have been caught in the act because he couldn’t deny it. Someri said that it the trance, he was speaking the human language Michael speaks, and there was this smell, like of old people and death at the same time. Neeklas confessed he was trying to contact humans to be able to return to Earth to do his spying. He seemed to get the upper hand somehow and convinced Khivar into going through the experience together. They contacted someone they knew about and played with his mind, but soon after, Khivar realized Someri was there and dismissed him. Someri wondered if Khivar expected to find him waiting for him outside, but then he thought that if he did, Khivar might think he was spying and he would get it trouble. So he waited for him to come out far enough not to arouse his suspicion, but he just walked past him muttering something about a damned witch. Someri decided it was safer to come back to us and he’s right here. We’re trying to make some sense out of it with Amaru. He says the only witch Khivar can be angry at is the Grumper witch who preferred to kill herself not to give him the invisibility formula. The ritual they caught Neeklas doing could be an old one which we thought was lost, and was used to summon the dead. Amaru has also a way of doing it, so he’s going to try to summon her and if he can’t, it will mean she has already been summoned by someone else. That would be Neeklas. Someri has willingly just taken a potion made of Andes herbs which has released his essence, leaving his body here under our care, and is taking him anywhere he wants in fractions of seconds. He must return before the hour or he will never be able to do so again and his body will die. Someri says a couple of days ago one of the mercenaries found a box in a cave and gossip says it contained the whip of Supay. All Someri could find out was that Khivar had some kind of argument about it with Neeklas and left very angry for his brothel. He heard he had used the whip there, but that none of the courtesans had been submitted to it. That he had some kind of a very special prisoner hidden there, which we suspect it is Rath-Michael’s essence captured by Neeklas’ tamperings with the witch, and he has somehow been materialized here in the flesh. Someri is sure that’s where Khivar has gone, but he’s not sure where Neeklas fits in. We’re waiting for his return to his body to see what he has found out. - Ramthis told them.
- I’m afraid Someri is right. Michael has been going through this every night for the last days. So far it had just been sexual abuse but tonight, it was a very bad lashing before the sex, and he wasn’t yet asleep as it has been so far. This will take you some hours, calculating the time space, so we may as well wait and let Michael sleep. He’s already been healed, but you know how it is with him. - Serena scoffed.
- Don’t summon me again. I will come as soon as I know what Someri has found out, as I was going to do anyway. - He ordered and disappeared leaving behind his typical glow just as Ava and Wayne came back into the room.
- What did we miss? - Ava asked, gloating on the look Kyle gave her.
- Ramthis was here. - Serena reached out for her and Ava took her hand, receiving the images in three seconds at the most. She hadn’t let go of Wayne’s hand so he was briefed at the same time.
- So we know what’s going on, how can we stop him? - Ava deadpanned as Maria nodded.
- We wait. That’s all we can do, but we stay here with him. - Serena turned to check on Michael and made sure he was fast asleep.
Wayne sat up suddenly, as he normally did several times each night after his usual nightmare. His mom and dad had tucked him in and kissed his forehead goodnight. Then the phone rang and they came to tell him the widow next door had called asking for help because she had a flat tire just a few blocks away. They told him to be a good boy and go to sleep, that they would be right back. A few minutes later, he heard the sirens, the loud persistent knocking on the door, and he went to open it to find the black and white cars and the cops all over the place. The nice policewoman told him as kindly as she could that his parents had been in an accident and would not come home again. He opened his mouth and kept screaming: NO, NO, NOOO! That’s when he woke up. After that, he had never been able to sleep for more than half an hour tops to jump up to his own screams which happened only in his nightmare. Nothing helped; he was in therapy for almost two years with no results. His new dad, Derek, who was so kind and understanding, finally put an end to it and let Serena, his new mom, to take him to a lady that did mind control. That got him started, and soon it was just his mom taking him through the exercises and little by little, they developed a way to a very special communication. She could speak to him directly into his head and he could only call her the same way, but it was enough to get her attention. It wasn’t until he was in his late teens, on holidays from the university, and visiting his “parents”, that he barged into her room one afternoon without knocking or letting her know he was there. He found her glowing and levitating a foot from the ground. He remembered his strangled cry and rushing back to the door to have it slam closed before he was even near. That was when Serena decided it was time to let him know who she really was, and that the tales she had told him as a child, were true stories from her planet. She explained that they could communicate in that level because thanks to the mind control and her own powers, she had been able to awaken his ESP, which really all human had, but only some were able to access it. There was nothing wrong with it, quite the contrary, it was useful to be in touch whenever he needed her. He knew he could give her in, because his “dad” wasn’t like her, but then she had always been nice to him and proven her love to him in many ways. So from that day on, he loved her for who she really was, but not even she could stop his nightmares.
Something was not right. He usually remembered his dreams crystal clear and he was sure this had not been the usual one. He had not woken up to his screams; some other noise had done it. Michael moaned and Wayne immediately knew that was what had woken him up. Then the nightmare flashed before his eyes in excruciating detail: it was him, Wayne, who had been lashing the boy till he bled, then he had tortured Michael sticking him with needles and he had woken up just when he was about to…Jesus! If Michael hadn’t moaned, he would have raped him! But no, he didn’t. No way he was going back to sleep because he knew exactly how the nightmare would continue and what would follow and he would hate himself for the rest of his life. He turned to his left, almost behind him and could see his adoptive parents resting on the big couch. They had their heads on the arm rests, Serena facing him and Derek’s face too far to look back at him. One of his legs was draped over the back of the couch to give her space to stretch her legs as she liked. She was probably getting her three hours sleep after watching over her prince during most of the night. He knew she was in contact with Michael’s mind even in sleep, which meant she was sure he was doing alright, or she would be still watching over him.
Wayne was sitting on the easy chair, which was almost touching the lowest side of the bed, so he concentrated in watching the scene before his eyes, not to fall back asleep. Michael lay almost all over Maria, facing away from him, with his thighs hugging her legs. He wondered how he could feel at ease stark naked in a room full of people. Of course, his position kept his genitals pressed against the girl and out of sight…almost. Wayne’s eyes checked out the brands and decided that they could sure pass for tattoos, and as he strayed lower down, he could see a hint of his balls…wait a minute! They were shining? He leant over to make sure he wasn’t seeing things and he noticed the chains. He didn’t remember his mother telling him anything about that…
- It’s a piercing. - The whisper from his right, very near his ear, made him turn startled and guilty looking, to find Kyle sitting up on his sleeping bag.
He had been lying along the foot of the bed and was now sitting up, watching him with an amused grin. Kyle got up and waved him over. Wayne followed him into the luxurious bathroom and watched him close the door with a push from his hand. He went to look at the whirlpool as he heard Kyle taking a leak behind him, and waited until he finished to turn back to him.
- He had that piercing done in New York, they’re actually three platinum chains. His dupe gave him the idea. - Kyle was about to explain when Wayne’s confused expression changed to one of understanding.
- Yes, right, Mom said they had piercings all over their faces and tattoos too. - Wayne recalled the whole thing. - Ava doesn’t have them. -
- She removed them when she left on her own. She can heal superficial scratches so she made every trace of them disappear. -
- What about Michael’s scars of the whipping over the brands? I don’t think Max can make them go away, can he? - Wayne said, doubtfully.
- I don’t think so. It will be some major problem to explain them since Michael has to shower in school and they will be quite visible then. - Kyle shook his head.
- Yeah, right! - Wayne frowned.
- We’ll think of something. Don’t worry, we always do! - Kyle patted his back.
- We better go back before they get funny ideas about us. -
Wayne went paper white so Kyle added: - Kidding! - Jokingly, as Wayne breathed deep and regained some of his colour.
When they returned to the bedroom, they were still all asleep, so Kyle stretched again on his back, hands clasped over his chest, to make a few silent ‘ohmmms’ before he was out again. Wayne sat on his easy chair, still preferring to stay awake, and continued his vigil. He checked his watch, and found it was just a little after 5:00am, explaining the pale light that made everything visible. Another soft moan had him watching Michael smoothly slide off Maria to lie beside her, turning his head to face Wayne. His eyes were closed in sleep, lips parted in a slight wince cause by movement. He threw one arm over his head, resting his cheek on it and pushed his hips back a tad sideways. Maria’s movements right after, made Wayne guess that Michael knew just what she was going to do in response to his change of position. She rolled towards him and spooned against him, her knees close together, rested on Michael’s thigh, just as he pushed the other one in front of his other leg, bending his knee slightly out of the way, so Maria could fit perfectly. It was obvious to Wayne that those two had been sleeping together for a long time. Maria raised one arm alongside Michael’s and grabbed his forearm while her other arm went around his body, pressed over his stomach. Michael smirked, purring, and snuggled back against Maria, causing himself to moan and wince. Wayne wished he could find a partner with such love and understanding for himself. He wondered if it would be as soon as he was hoping. He closed his eyes and pictured Isabel snuggled in Stuart’s arms on a sleeping bag and Liz in Max’s in another one as he had just seen them between the bed and the bathroom. Ava and Laurie lay in front of him, on this side of the bed, close together on their backs on long cushions they had brought from downstairs, holding hands, in the typical security closeness brought to twins. To him, they looked like angels. Another moan from the bed had him watching Michael’s face, with a short lived wince, product of another snuggle, and once relaxed, Wayne was sure he looked like his namesake archangel himself, also a warrior, and beautiful and arrogant as he had seen him depicted in all the paintings at the many museums he had visited in Europe. Michael…yes…it totally suited him. The boy’s relaxed sleeping face had invaded his head as he reluctantly fell asleep.
Wayne opened his eyes to find himself alone in the room with Michael sleeping also ‘solo’. It didn’t make sense…where were they? They wouldn’t have left Michael alone and just gone to their classes, could they? And Stuart? The picture of responsibility had left for his hospital job leaving behind a patient at his own home? Ok, he could believe all that, but not his parents leaving just like that, without even a word to him! Serena? No way! But Michael wasn’t alone; he was there, wasn’t he? This had to be a dream. Fine, at least it wasn’t his typical nightmare, he wouldn’t be able to take that one with Michael included! Jesus, no! That was too much! Wayne jumped almost out of the chair when Michael moaned and squirmed. It was the last thing he wanted to do and yet he did it: he rushed over to him and placed his hand on the boy’s shoulder. The warmth of his skin reassured him and he found the courage to speak.
“Are you alright?” Wayne realized how stupid that must have sounded as the boy was moaning and his back was beaded with sweat. “Wait a sec…”
Wayne raced to the bathroom and filled a bowl that just happened to be in the wash basin, with cold water. Then he took a small face towel that he was sure belonged to Maria, and he knew she was going to be pissed, but right now, he didn’t give a damn. He reached for the towel rack and he took another one that hadn’t been there before. His and hers? He asked himself finding it quite funny. He returned to the bed and saw Michael now had his face buried into his arms and he was shivering.
“Hey, kid…” He gently wiped the sweat from his back on the left side which was nearer to him.
“Where’s Maria?” He asked huskily, turning his face sideways towards him.
“I guess they’ve all gone to their classes, they left you with me.” He was sure Michael would be angry, so his answer surprised him:
“Oh, ok. Sorry about that…you don’t have to stay if you don’t want to. I’m used to being alone…” The last part sounded a little wistful to Wayne.
“You don’t have to, I’m here for you. Let me finish…” He moved over Michael’s thighs to the other side and wiped him there too.
Michael sighed and snuggled into the bed as Wayne watched him open mouthed. He wasn’t feeling anything sexual, he was just admiring the boy’s body and wishing he could look like him, not like a ‘string bean’ which had been his hated nickname throughout school and college. Michael jerked and gasped, biting his lower lip to hold back a wince. Wayne noticed how full his lips were, another point against him.
“What’s wrong?” Wayne asked, concerned.
“I’m burning, man, wish I could go down to the pool.” Michael groaned. “I don’t think I could even reach the stairs…”
“The water must be chilled…” Wayne commented.
“Just what I need…hey, I think I can make it to the whirlpool, could you fill it with cold water for me, huh?” He whispered.
“Are you sure that’s what you want?” Wayne asked, not quite convinced.
“It’s what I need, dude.” Michael smirked.
Wayne patted Michael’s shoulder and went to the bathroom. He turned on the tap and watched the tub fill all the way up in a second flat.
“Wow, cool!” Wayne exclaimed, taking it in stride in his dream.
He went back to Michael to find him struggling onto his hands and knees, and slowly backing towards the foot of the bed. He ran the rest of the way grabbing him around the hips and eased him onto the floor. Michael was bent over on the bed and he started straightening up very slowly.
“Give me a hand, ok?” Michael asked.
“We’ll both end up on the floor, I’m not that strong, you know?” Wayne sounded nervous.
“Here, I’ll give you my strength.” And before Wayne could do anything, Michael grabbed his hand and he felt this incredible surge travelling up his arm all the way to his brain to branch out all over his body. He was sure that if he pushed up with his feet, he would zoom across the room. He heard himself giggling like a retard.
“C’mon, help me while it lasts.” Michael passed his arm over his shoulders and he grabbed him around the middle with both arms just in case, wondering what he had meant. They trudged over to the bathroom and Michael knelt on the edge and slid into the water. He stretched out in the water and after writhing every way possible, he finally just lay still with his cheek on his crossed forearms. Wayne knew for certain that Serena would have given anything to be able to raise this boy here on Earth and he wondered what it would have been like to have him as a kid brother. But he was about ten years older, so if the hybrids came out as six years old, according to his mother, then he would have only been with him for three years at the most before he left for college in Europe. Maybe he wouldn’t have left at all, if he had had Michael with him, because it would have been awesome. He knew what Michael had meant when he felt his new strength ebbing as he went back to his normal self. He checked out Michael again noticing the effect of the water over his still golden tanned body and was sure he would’ve been one hell of a cool kid brother. He reached over and caressed the boy’s hair finding it surprisingly soft and he got a shocking flash of this also naked child which was definitely Michael, bent over a rolled sleeping bag on a small bed. An unkempt looking man in cheap clothes was glued to his ass through what must have been his open fly. Wayne sat up from a totally different nightmare than the ones he was used to, and found himself on Derek`s favourite armchair at home.
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the calm before the storm
Chapter 59
What had just happened? Something was wrong. He didn’t have alien powers but he was a master at premonitions, he was after all a Pisces with even the same ascending sign, hell of a combination for the psychic world! When he felt something was wrong it was because something was definitely wrong! He shook his head and tried to get it all together. He had a vague recollection of everyone waking up and Stuart checking out Michael making sure his temperature was ok, his wounds were closed, he was sore and scarred but what else was new? He could deal with it as he always did, and he was adamant about going to school with Laurie. She had to go because she had been selected to receive some exchange students from Spain that very day because she managed fairly well with the language thanks to Anita and Sylvia, the others had been having some kind of important practices during that week and were also ending that day and which had a lot to do with their grades so they couldn’t miss classes either. They had turned to Serena but Michael said he was fine and wasn’t bothering anyone to babysit him. He waved some shorts on and went to the bathroom to take a shower with Maria’s help. They had had breakfast downstairs and the now three Lavoisses had strolled over home as Rubèn drove them away in the full SUV. For some reason, Wayne hadn’t recalled his waking dream at Laurie’s house until now, as it flashed in seconds inside his head. He was about to call his mother when she burst into the room with a worried expression which confirmed what he was feeling.
- Mom? - Wayne asked, tentatively.
- Michael had blocked himself out. I don’t like it. - She said.
- I had this dream, but didn’t seem to tell me anything, just…- Wayne felt Serena place her fingers on his temples and got the dream from him.
- No, I can’t find anything there either. It’s ok, Michael does that to everyone. - She added, noticing Wayne was fidgeting, a little uncomfortable at what his dream had revealed.
- There’s something about him, I don’t know exactly what but…- Wayne mused.
- It’s his Royal blood. - Serena said for all explanation.
- You told me his Antares half sister has it too but is kept in the dark for her safety, right? So what about Laurie? She’s his half sister here…- Wayne wondered.
- No, Laurie does not have Royal blood, and she should be thankful! What she has is a recessive genetic defect from a bad chromosome that makes her a perfect candidate for cloning the Antares/human hybrids, so did her twin when she died that’s how they could use her to clone Ava. Thanks to that, Laurie was able to accidentally find Michael. - She sighed. - So, we can only wait until someone finds out what’s going on. -
- Can’t you contact any of them? - Wayne said, getting frantic.
- Of course I can, but if they still don’t know anything, all I will do is worry them. I could force myself on Michael, but he must have had a reason for what he’s done. I don’t want to make it worse for him or get him in trouble. I have to trust him. I don’t like it any more than you do, but we have to wait! - Serena nodded.
Michael was sprawled at the back of the class while the teacher kept droning on the wonders of New Zealand when he felt as if the seat under him had exploded. His ass burnt from side to side as he recognized the whip of the night before. He somehow managed to bite down a gasp. “Shit no!” He thought and blocked himself out immediately while he figured out what that had been. He didn’t want Liz going nuts at College and start a massive desertion by all of them. It was broad daylight and he was in school! This couldn’t be happening! The whip cracked him again and this time he couldn’t hold back the gasp and the whole class turned to look at him. Michael knew a third one was coming so he jumped up holding his stomach with both arms and faced the startled teacher.
- Must go to…the nurse, please! - He managed, pausing in the middle to wince as the lash he was waiting for ripped him open.
The teacher just nodded, her eyes wide with fright, and Michael backed towards the door, sure the seat of his jeans was bloody. Dammit! He had to be wearing light blue ones! He closed the door and hurried the best he could towards the infirmary. Once there, he waited just outside for the lashes to stop, or he would have no explanation for what was happening to him. He was thankful it was the middle of a period and there was no one around. He buried his face in his arms against the wall and took it, counting. Thirty! He was about to reach for the doorknob when another one fell. He was already about to pass out, and yet they continued. He took six more and then they finally stopped. Tired arm? He hoped so! He tried to open the door but fell against it, and when the surprised nurse opened it from inside, Michael dropped into her arms taking her down with him.
- I’m s…sorry…- He muttered struggling to get off her so she could get up.
She extricated herself from under him as he pushed up what she needed to be able to move away and knelt beside him. She was speechless at the blood soaked jeans under her eyes.
- What the hell happened to you? - She yelled.
- Barbed wire…acci…dent…- Michael whispered.
- Oh my god! When was it? - She was red faced with the effort of helping him up.
- Friday…after school…fixing fence…- Michael said between moans.
- Wait! - She unzipped his jeans before she eased him on the cot.
Then, very gently and carefully, she started pulling them down.
- Please,…just call Dr….Davis, he’ll know…what to do. - Michael pleaded.
- Alright, I’ll call him, but let me see what I can do, we might not need to bother him. - She said, condescendingly.
- I have a…blood problem, he…knows about it…- Michael insisted.
- I know, hold on, take it easy…- She tried to calm him down but Michael was getting very restless.
When she got the jeans all the way down, she had to cover her mouth with her hands. How could he come to school like that? He must have torn open all the stitches or staples or whatever had been used on him! He was bleeding bad, and it was not only his ass but his upper thighs too! She rushed to the phone and asked for an ambulance, urgent!
- NO! I can’t go to a hospital! They’ll kill me! Please don’t! - Michael shouted but the nurse ignored him, busy on the phone again.
- I’m trying to reach Dr. Stuart Davis, but his cell phone is busy. It’s very urgent, it’s about Michael Guerin…yes please. I’ve called an ambulance and…yes, I know what hospital he’s in, we’re taking him there…alright. - She rushed back to Michael who was jackknifed over the cot trying to get up.
- You heard me, we’re taking you to him. Please I must get you up again, you’re bleeding worse now. You must keep still. - She grabbed his thigh and tried to get his leg back up on the cot but it was like pulling a tree out from the ground, he was so strong!
- Michael, please! Lie down, Dr. Davis will be calling me back any minute, ok? Please let me see what I can do for you. - She rubbed his back and felt him relax a little, so she coaxed him back up on the cot.
She didn’t know what to do, the kid was a bloody mess and he was also in a lot of pain the way he was squirming and moaning. Michael was actually getting an out of this world fuck, literally, and all he could do was hang on with his arms wrapped around the narrow cot. He was hoping she didn’t guess what was really going on with him. “Please, Stuart, call! Stuart, PLEASE!!!” He thought as he felt the cum rising out of him. “Shit, this guy’s so good! So deep inside me! How can he do that? Oh shit! SHIT!!! UNGHHH!!!” He went as he couldn’t hold back any longer and came. He lay there shuddering with the impossible amount of pain and pleasure together as electricity shot up into him from the piercings. The lashes hadn’t made him pass out but this surely would. He shivered with the spasms as he felt the man shooting a gallon of come into him. He felt it burning into him, it wouldn’t leak out of him now, would it? It wasn’t really inside him, was it? He hoped not, how would he explain it? Alien fuck up his ass? The FBI would ream it out of him to the last drop! His own cum was soaking his front and the cot, and the stupid nurse had to call an ambulance! Well, she was doing her job, couldn't blame her, could he?Why wasn’t Stuart calling? He couldn’t let the other ones know yet, they would go berserk, and if the feds had spies on them, they wouldn’t run to him, they would fly! “Stuart, PLEASE!” He begged. If he unblocked to him, Liz would surely leak in too, he couldn’t do it. He felt the nurse sticking a needle halfway up the back of his thigh and search around for a vein. He gritted his teeth and concentrated in dealing with the new pain. Whatever she was shooting into him was making him uncaring of what was going on. Not good! He knew it wouldn’t last long, his alien side would start fighting it right away and she didn’t know Stuart’s trick to delay it. But anyway those minutes could be crucial for his safety and survival. Damn, another needle in the other thigh, she just went for the muscle this time cause she shot it right away. Three more, she was getting enthusiastic, and the damn phone didn’t ring! The ambulance arrived and as he was slid onto a stretcher, he quickly and surreptitiously waved his hand over his crotch and the cot, cleaning his cum away, just as the nurse was informing what she had shot into him.
“Oh what the hell! As long as they only get me and not the rest…” All his friends flashed in front of his closed eyes, and Serena caught his attention. “Serena? Serena!” He sent to her, knowing it would only go to her. Why hadn’t he thought of it sooner? Wait, he had been right there when the drug kicked in with the worst timing ever and distracted him.
“Serena! Call Stuart! They’re taking me to his hospital! The school nurse couldn’t get through to him but asked to inform him it was about me, and he’s not calling back!” Michael tried to sound as controlled as he could.
“Michael! What are you talking about? What’s wrong? You’re not making any sense!” She sent back, almost screaming.
“I got the lashes in the middle of a class, had to flee to the nurse, just thought she would call Stuart and have me sent home. It must have been real bad cause she called an ambulance and Stuart. She’s drugged me and I’m getting hazy. They’re loading me into the ambulance! Hurry up!”
The back of his thighs were on fire as they were boosting up whatever the nurse had given him, trying to control the bleeding. From his drugged state, Michael could hear the paramedics talking among themselves.
- The nurse said barbed wire? What did the kid do, sit on a roll of it and give it a lap dance? Jeez! -
- Looks like it, who knows what the hell happened? Only he knows and he’s high as a kite! Well, what’s his temperature? -
- Search me! This thing’s gone nuts! And this one too! I’ll do a rectal. -
- Shit! There’s blood everywhere! I hope I’m in his ass because if it’s not, then I’ve just ripped him a new one! Have you seen that? -
- What? -
- Wait until I take it out. Kids have gone crazy these days! -
- What are you tripping about? -
- He’s got piercings between his balls and his ass! -
- No way! Ouch! He must give one hell of a fuck! -
- Or get! -
- Do you think he’s gay? Big guy, he doesn’t look gay to me! -
- What has it got to do? Why else would he have piercings there? His lover’s balls will be ramming against them with each shove! WOW! Do you think he’ll make it? I might like to have a go! -
- You’re gay? -
- Fuck off! But this kid might do the miracle! Ok, ok, enough. Cool, that’s it, pull it out, let me see…Jesus! What’s his name? -
- Michael…Alright Charlie! Stop it! This thing’s broken, he can’t be spiking 117º! -
- Let me see…ewww, what did you use for lubricant? -
- KY, what else? Here wipe it down. You see? It reads 117º! -
- It’s broken, I’m canning it. Did you see that? Smack in the trash can! -
- We’ll have to ask for a new one. -
- I’m giving him an antipyretic just in case. Shit, where? Wait, here’s a sound spot. -
Michael hissed as he felt the needle ram into the only place that didn’t seem to be hurting, but was surrounded by pain, closing in with the drug burning into him.
- Hell of an ass, blood and all, and check those legs! No wonder he’s that hot! -
- You’re nuts! Sandra will kill you! -
- She takes one look at him and she might go for a threesome, the kid’s great sandwich material, him in the middle of course! -
- You’d go up his ass? -
- Wouldn’t you? -
- All right we’re here, about time too! We’re taking him down now. And quit the nonsense! -
- What nonsense? Man, you can call that nonsense? I call it one hell of a f…-
- Will you shut up? You’ll get us all kicked out! -
Michael felt them bringing him down and hoped Stuart would be there for him.
“Do these guys know the patients can hear all they talk? No, they probably can’t. It’s just me, if I were human I wouldn’t know my ass from my dick with all they’ve shot into me. Was that fuck in my ass when they took my temperature? Why do they think of me like that? Do I give that impression? Well, Maria thinks I’m hot, cause she’s my girlfriend, and Isabel, Liz…but they’re my friends. They’re mostly teasing me, just having a good laugh at me. But these guys, they’ve never seen me before…and those pilots…Shit, what is it with me?”
- Ungh! Fuck! - Michael hissed as one of the bearers tripped and jostled him painfully.
- Shit! He’s conscious? -
- We’re done for! Me and my big mouth! Hey kid, I was just joking, you know? -
Michael decided to ignore him before he made things worse by giving him a jolt like he had just got.
- He’s delirious, man, he’s burning with fever, and you know all he’s got inside him? Who do you think he is, Superman? -
- Dammit, dude, are you sure? -
- Cool it man, he wouldn’t know his mother if she French-kissed him on the mouth! -
- Hey, you can sure be gross, you know? Yechhh! -
Michael felt he was being covered with a light sheet but even that made him shudder and he moaned in protest.
- He can’t possibly feel that! - A male voice said.
- Stuart? Stuart…please…- Michael whispered hoping Stuart was there.
- What? He can’t be conscious with all this inside him! - The voice said and Michael could hear the sound of paper rustling.
- Oh, Stuart Davis is his doctor, isn’t he in gynecology? - There was surprise in the voice.
- That’s one of his specialties, but he’s also a surgeon and internist. Quite a character, that one. - Another voice cut in.
- So, where is he? Does he know his patient is here? -
- We couldn’t interrupt him. He’s in the operating theatre with that head tumor, remember? The lady with the lump in front of her ear? -
-Oh right! Well, let him know as soon as he comes out, I’ll take care of the boy until he’s available. -
“Oh shit!” Michael thought. “This can’t be good!”
What had just happened? Something was wrong. He didn’t have alien powers but he was a master at premonitions, he was after all a Pisces with even the same ascending sign, hell of a combination for the psychic world! When he felt something was wrong it was because something was definitely wrong! He shook his head and tried to get it all together. He had a vague recollection of everyone waking up and Stuart checking out Michael making sure his temperature was ok, his wounds were closed, he was sore and scarred but what else was new? He could deal with it as he always did, and he was adamant about going to school with Laurie. She had to go because she had been selected to receive some exchange students from Spain that very day because she managed fairly well with the language thanks to Anita and Sylvia, the others had been having some kind of important practices during that week and were also ending that day and which had a lot to do with their grades so they couldn’t miss classes either. They had turned to Serena but Michael said he was fine and wasn’t bothering anyone to babysit him. He waved some shorts on and went to the bathroom to take a shower with Maria’s help. They had had breakfast downstairs and the now three Lavoisses had strolled over home as Rubèn drove them away in the full SUV. For some reason, Wayne hadn’t recalled his waking dream at Laurie’s house until now, as it flashed in seconds inside his head. He was about to call his mother when she burst into the room with a worried expression which confirmed what he was feeling.
- Mom? - Wayne asked, tentatively.
- Michael had blocked himself out. I don’t like it. - She said.
- I had this dream, but didn’t seem to tell me anything, just…- Wayne felt Serena place her fingers on his temples and got the dream from him.
- No, I can’t find anything there either. It’s ok, Michael does that to everyone. - She added, noticing Wayne was fidgeting, a little uncomfortable at what his dream had revealed.
- There’s something about him, I don’t know exactly what but…- Wayne mused.
- It’s his Royal blood. - Serena said for all explanation.
- You told me his Antares half sister has it too but is kept in the dark for her safety, right? So what about Laurie? She’s his half sister here…- Wayne wondered.
- No, Laurie does not have Royal blood, and she should be thankful! What she has is a recessive genetic defect from a bad chromosome that makes her a perfect candidate for cloning the Antares/human hybrids, so did her twin when she died that’s how they could use her to clone Ava. Thanks to that, Laurie was able to accidentally find Michael. - She sighed. - So, we can only wait until someone finds out what’s going on. -
- Can’t you contact any of them? - Wayne said, getting frantic.
- Of course I can, but if they still don’t know anything, all I will do is worry them. I could force myself on Michael, but he must have had a reason for what he’s done. I don’t want to make it worse for him or get him in trouble. I have to trust him. I don’t like it any more than you do, but we have to wait! - Serena nodded.
Michael was sprawled at the back of the class while the teacher kept droning on the wonders of New Zealand when he felt as if the seat under him had exploded. His ass burnt from side to side as he recognized the whip of the night before. He somehow managed to bite down a gasp. “Shit no!” He thought and blocked himself out immediately while he figured out what that had been. He didn’t want Liz going nuts at College and start a massive desertion by all of them. It was broad daylight and he was in school! This couldn’t be happening! The whip cracked him again and this time he couldn’t hold back the gasp and the whole class turned to look at him. Michael knew a third one was coming so he jumped up holding his stomach with both arms and faced the startled teacher.
- Must go to…the nurse, please! - He managed, pausing in the middle to wince as the lash he was waiting for ripped him open.
The teacher just nodded, her eyes wide with fright, and Michael backed towards the door, sure the seat of his jeans was bloody. Dammit! He had to be wearing light blue ones! He closed the door and hurried the best he could towards the infirmary. Once there, he waited just outside for the lashes to stop, or he would have no explanation for what was happening to him. He was thankful it was the middle of a period and there was no one around. He buried his face in his arms against the wall and took it, counting. Thirty! He was about to reach for the doorknob when another one fell. He was already about to pass out, and yet they continued. He took six more and then they finally stopped. Tired arm? He hoped so! He tried to open the door but fell against it, and when the surprised nurse opened it from inside, Michael dropped into her arms taking her down with him.
- I’m s…sorry…- He muttered struggling to get off her so she could get up.
She extricated herself from under him as he pushed up what she needed to be able to move away and knelt beside him. She was speechless at the blood soaked jeans under her eyes.
- What the hell happened to you? - She yelled.
- Barbed wire…acci…dent…- Michael whispered.
- Oh my god! When was it? - She was red faced with the effort of helping him up.
- Friday…after school…fixing fence…- Michael said between moans.
- Wait! - She unzipped his jeans before she eased him on the cot.
Then, very gently and carefully, she started pulling them down.
- Please,…just call Dr….Davis, he’ll know…what to do. - Michael pleaded.
- Alright, I’ll call him, but let me see what I can do, we might not need to bother him. - She said, condescendingly.
- I have a…blood problem, he…knows about it…- Michael insisted.
- I know, hold on, take it easy…- She tried to calm him down but Michael was getting very restless.
When she got the jeans all the way down, she had to cover her mouth with her hands. How could he come to school like that? He must have torn open all the stitches or staples or whatever had been used on him! He was bleeding bad, and it was not only his ass but his upper thighs too! She rushed to the phone and asked for an ambulance, urgent!
- NO! I can’t go to a hospital! They’ll kill me! Please don’t! - Michael shouted but the nurse ignored him, busy on the phone again.
- I’m trying to reach Dr. Stuart Davis, but his cell phone is busy. It’s very urgent, it’s about Michael Guerin…yes please. I’ve called an ambulance and…yes, I know what hospital he’s in, we’re taking him there…alright. - She rushed back to Michael who was jackknifed over the cot trying to get up.
- You heard me, we’re taking you to him. Please I must get you up again, you’re bleeding worse now. You must keep still. - She grabbed his thigh and tried to get his leg back up on the cot but it was like pulling a tree out from the ground, he was so strong!
- Michael, please! Lie down, Dr. Davis will be calling me back any minute, ok? Please let me see what I can do for you. - She rubbed his back and felt him relax a little, so she coaxed him back up on the cot.
She didn’t know what to do, the kid was a bloody mess and he was also in a lot of pain the way he was squirming and moaning. Michael was actually getting an out of this world fuck, literally, and all he could do was hang on with his arms wrapped around the narrow cot. He was hoping she didn’t guess what was really going on with him. “Please, Stuart, call! Stuart, PLEASE!!!” He thought as he felt the cum rising out of him. “Shit, this guy’s so good! So deep inside me! How can he do that? Oh shit! SHIT!!! UNGHHH!!!” He went as he couldn’t hold back any longer and came. He lay there shuddering with the impossible amount of pain and pleasure together as electricity shot up into him from the piercings. The lashes hadn’t made him pass out but this surely would. He shivered with the spasms as he felt the man shooting a gallon of come into him. He felt it burning into him, it wouldn’t leak out of him now, would it? It wasn’t really inside him, was it? He hoped not, how would he explain it? Alien fuck up his ass? The FBI would ream it out of him to the last drop! His own cum was soaking his front and the cot, and the stupid nurse had to call an ambulance! Well, she was doing her job, couldn't blame her, could he?Why wasn’t Stuart calling? He couldn’t let the other ones know yet, they would go berserk, and if the feds had spies on them, they wouldn’t run to him, they would fly! “Stuart, PLEASE!” He begged. If he unblocked to him, Liz would surely leak in too, he couldn’t do it. He felt the nurse sticking a needle halfway up the back of his thigh and search around for a vein. He gritted his teeth and concentrated in dealing with the new pain. Whatever she was shooting into him was making him uncaring of what was going on. Not good! He knew it wouldn’t last long, his alien side would start fighting it right away and she didn’t know Stuart’s trick to delay it. But anyway those minutes could be crucial for his safety and survival. Damn, another needle in the other thigh, she just went for the muscle this time cause she shot it right away. Three more, she was getting enthusiastic, and the damn phone didn’t ring! The ambulance arrived and as he was slid onto a stretcher, he quickly and surreptitiously waved his hand over his crotch and the cot, cleaning his cum away, just as the nurse was informing what she had shot into him.
“Oh what the hell! As long as they only get me and not the rest…” All his friends flashed in front of his closed eyes, and Serena caught his attention. “Serena? Serena!” He sent to her, knowing it would only go to her. Why hadn’t he thought of it sooner? Wait, he had been right there when the drug kicked in with the worst timing ever and distracted him.
“Serena! Call Stuart! They’re taking me to his hospital! The school nurse couldn’t get through to him but asked to inform him it was about me, and he’s not calling back!” Michael tried to sound as controlled as he could.
“Michael! What are you talking about? What’s wrong? You’re not making any sense!” She sent back, almost screaming.
“I got the lashes in the middle of a class, had to flee to the nurse, just thought she would call Stuart and have me sent home. It must have been real bad cause she called an ambulance and Stuart. She’s drugged me and I’m getting hazy. They’re loading me into the ambulance! Hurry up!”
The back of his thighs were on fire as they were boosting up whatever the nurse had given him, trying to control the bleeding. From his drugged state, Michael could hear the paramedics talking among themselves.
- The nurse said barbed wire? What did the kid do, sit on a roll of it and give it a lap dance? Jeez! -
- Looks like it, who knows what the hell happened? Only he knows and he’s high as a kite! Well, what’s his temperature? -
- Search me! This thing’s gone nuts! And this one too! I’ll do a rectal. -
- Shit! There’s blood everywhere! I hope I’m in his ass because if it’s not, then I’ve just ripped him a new one! Have you seen that? -
- What? -
- Wait until I take it out. Kids have gone crazy these days! -
- What are you tripping about? -
- He’s got piercings between his balls and his ass! -
- No way! Ouch! He must give one hell of a fuck! -
- Or get! -
- Do you think he’s gay? Big guy, he doesn’t look gay to me! -
- What has it got to do? Why else would he have piercings there? His lover’s balls will be ramming against them with each shove! WOW! Do you think he’ll make it? I might like to have a go! -
- You’re gay? -
- Fuck off! But this kid might do the miracle! Ok, ok, enough. Cool, that’s it, pull it out, let me see…Jesus! What’s his name? -
- Michael…Alright Charlie! Stop it! This thing’s broken, he can’t be spiking 117º! -
- Let me see…ewww, what did you use for lubricant? -
- KY, what else? Here wipe it down. You see? It reads 117º! -
- It’s broken, I’m canning it. Did you see that? Smack in the trash can! -
- We’ll have to ask for a new one. -
- I’m giving him an antipyretic just in case. Shit, where? Wait, here’s a sound spot. -
Michael hissed as he felt the needle ram into the only place that didn’t seem to be hurting, but was surrounded by pain, closing in with the drug burning into him.
- Hell of an ass, blood and all, and check those legs! No wonder he’s that hot! -
- You’re nuts! Sandra will kill you! -
- She takes one look at him and she might go for a threesome, the kid’s great sandwich material, him in the middle of course! -
- You’d go up his ass? -
- Wouldn’t you? -
- All right we’re here, about time too! We’re taking him down now. And quit the nonsense! -
- What nonsense? Man, you can call that nonsense? I call it one hell of a f…-
- Will you shut up? You’ll get us all kicked out! -
Michael felt them bringing him down and hoped Stuart would be there for him.
“Do these guys know the patients can hear all they talk? No, they probably can’t. It’s just me, if I were human I wouldn’t know my ass from my dick with all they’ve shot into me. Was that fuck in my ass when they took my temperature? Why do they think of me like that? Do I give that impression? Well, Maria thinks I’m hot, cause she’s my girlfriend, and Isabel, Liz…but they’re my friends. They’re mostly teasing me, just having a good laugh at me. But these guys, they’ve never seen me before…and those pilots…Shit, what is it with me?”
- Ungh! Fuck! - Michael hissed as one of the bearers tripped and jostled him painfully.
- Shit! He’s conscious? -
- We’re done for! Me and my big mouth! Hey kid, I was just joking, you know? -
Michael decided to ignore him before he made things worse by giving him a jolt like he had just got.
- He’s delirious, man, he’s burning with fever, and you know all he’s got inside him? Who do you think he is, Superman? -
- Dammit, dude, are you sure? -
- Cool it man, he wouldn’t know his mother if she French-kissed him on the mouth! -
- Hey, you can sure be gross, you know? Yechhh! -
Michael felt he was being covered with a light sheet but even that made him shudder and he moaned in protest.
- He can’t possibly feel that! - A male voice said.
- Stuart? Stuart…please…- Michael whispered hoping Stuart was there.
- What? He can’t be conscious with all this inside him! - The voice said and Michael could hear the sound of paper rustling.
- Oh, Stuart Davis is his doctor, isn’t he in gynecology? - There was surprise in the voice.
- That’s one of his specialties, but he’s also a surgeon and internist. Quite a character, that one. - Another voice cut in.
- So, where is he? Does he know his patient is here? -
- We couldn’t interrupt him. He’s in the operating theatre with that head tumor, remember? The lady with the lump in front of her ear? -
-Oh right! Well, let him know as soon as he comes out, I’ll take care of the boy until he’s available. -
“Oh shit!” Michael thought. “This can’t be good!”
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the calm before the storm
Chapter 60
- Hurry up with the blood! He’ll bleed out the way he’s going, dammit! I need to start the transfusion right away. -
- We’ve already got a vein in his thigh, the school nurse said he’s got difficult veins so she kept the needle in just in case, after she shot him up with hemostatics. -
- What did she give him? Amicar? Trasylol? -
- She didn’t say so, but she mentioned vitamins C and K. She also said the kid had told her he had some kind of blood problem? -
- What’s his group? -
- According to the school chart he’s AB positive. -
“Thank you!” Michael sighed as he programmed his alien blood to change into human blood of that group automatically. He knew it but couldn’t remember it with the fucking drugs.
- Didn’t you ask her what the problem was? I don’t want Davis’ patient dying on me of a stupid mistake.Take a sample and scan it! -
Michael felt a swab rub against a particularly sensitive spot which must have been full of blood and jerked.
- I need his temperature, what’s this rubbish? 117º? What are you guys on? -
- That was his rectal, the other didn’t work. -
- What are you talking about? Get it again and do it right! -
Michael felt a thermometer being inserted into his ass again.
He felt a hand against his cheek and he couldn’t fool the man any longer, so he opened his eyes.
- Hang on kid, we’re taking care of you. AB positive is your blood group, right? - Michael had heard his disbelieving gasp when he opened his eyes.
Michael nodded. Better just leave it there. His body could get that blood group easily as it had done it before with Isabel’s help, but he wasn’t sure if he could get Laurie’s defect into his blood correctly to back up what he had told the nurse trying not to be sent to a hospital. Anyway it was too late for that now, and he was in enough trouble to risk getting into even more.
- I have…resistance to…most drugs. - Michael whispered.
- Yes, it says here anesthetics too, bummer! - The rustling of paper again. - Let’s clean you up and see how bad it really is. Ok, forget about the scan, I just got it straight from the boy! -
Michael was relieved that the doctor had taken the blood issues for granted. He knew they were being very careful, but the pain was real bad. He tried to stay as still as possible while they efficiently cleaned the blood away, but he couldn’t help jerking and squirming and a few grunts escaped his lips. The absolute silence told him it was quite bad.
- It’s too much for local. There aren’t enough sound places to shoot it and even if there were, it would be too painful. I suggest we should try a general. - Their voices were whispering softly as they moved away to make sure he wouldn’t hear them, but they weren’t counting on Michael’s keen alien hearing.
- But it says here…- Rustling paper as it changed hands.
- I know, but still, shouldn’t we give it a try? -
- We’d be torturing him far worse than if we just did it, if it doesn’t work. -
- Do you know how long it will take to stitch all this up and staple what we can? I think it’s worth trying a caudal block, it doesn’t say anything about it here. The midgluteal approach could take care of the sciatic and the whole thing. Look, there’s a patch of sound skin at the right place on this side, and…yes, on the left one too, though not in the usual place, but it will do. I say we go for it. Davis won’t be out for some time still. -
- Yes, I think you’re right. But the 4” needles won’t be enough, there’s a lot of muscle there, get me the 6” ones, ok? -
Michael heard them come over to him again.
- Alright, you’ve got his temperature? -
- Sure…wait, I have to wipe it down. -
- What the hell’s that goo? -
- I used KY, it happened the other time too. It must be inside him. Looks like…sperm? See? I told you. It’s 119º now! -
- What? Get out of here! He just talked to me. He’d be dead by now! Ok, it must be…- He placed his palm on Michael’s forehead, then the back of his fingers on his cheek, - 102º at least, jot that down. Get out! I’m serious!...Stupid bastards! -
- Ok, I got the right needles. -
- Ask for another rectal thermometer. I don’t know what this retard has done to it but this one’s busted. Fine, here we go. -
Michael heard the “clink” as the doctor tossed the thermometer in a trash can. He didn’t like what he had heard but there was nothing he could do but trust the doctors. He wasn’t supposed to have heard what they were going to do to him.
Serena got the message on Stuart’s cell phone and knew immediately that he was operating, and couldn’t be interrupted. She might get through to him mentally but it wouldn’t be fair to his current patient as Stuart’s lapse in concentration could cause serious damage. She just couldn’t do it! She knew Michael wouldn’t allow it if he knew, either. She was sure the second Stuart finished, he would check his calls and give hers the absolute preference, so their desperating wait continued.
- Ok, the bleeding is controlled, at least that’s working. Now kid, we have to give you a caudal block so we can stitch you up without pain. The needle will hurt some, but it won’t last long. Just keep as still as you can. -
Michael nodded. What else could he do? He knew it wouldn’t work, but there was no way to explain it to them, so he just braced himself.
- Shouldn’t we roll him to a lateral position? -
- Not necessarily. It can be done prone, too, see? -
- Right, ok, but it’s the first time I do it this way. Great. -
Michael felt the needle sticking into his butt, in the middle but a little towards the outside. The drug burnt and he moaned.
- Easy, it’s a local anesthetic so the real one won’t be so bad. -
“Yeah sure, as if it’s going to work.” He thought, biting his lower lip hard.
The needle was pulled out and another was inserted right where the other one had just been. The local had had no effect at all making the second procedure even more painful. It hurt like hell and they kept pushing it in. He jerked as they hit a very painful spot and did his best to keep still.
- Got it! You were right, it had to be the 6” needle. -
Michael felt the drug burning into him and he felt the right side of his ass go numb. Unfortunately it only lasted 3 seconds before his alien side neutralized it.
“Hang on, Michael, the party’s just about to begin!” Michael told himself and buried his face in the crook of his arm as he grabbed the pillow and the cot with the other one.
He felt each staple and every stitch and was ready to pass out about five times before they finished. Then the other side was just as bad. This time they could only find a spot they could use nearer the inside, which wasn’t the usual approach but they had to go for it. Michael couldn’t care less because he knew it wouldn’t work anyway. The doctor went for the cuts on his thighs and took him by surprise as he was trying to relax. He twitched and almost screamed when he heard the doctor go:
- Uh oh! I think it only covered this far. - He pushed his finger into one of the stitched cuts on Michael’s butt, and he wasn’t expecting it either, making him jerk.
- No, I guess the effect lasted just long enough. At least it worked, so we can do a subgluteal for the thighs. -
- I’ve heard it doesn’t always work in that area. I’ve never done it. -
- I have and it did. But we have to get him in Sim’s position. -
- Just relax kid, we need to roll you on your side. -
Michael couldn’t have protested if he wanted to, he was hurting so bad, and knew it would get worse. Once on his side, his thigh was raised in front of the other one, so he was in the same position as when Maria spooned him from behind. He concentrated on her to deal with what was coming, trying to feel her warmth against him to prepare him for the next ordeal. But nothing could.
First the local infiltration and then the needle itself right on the spot between his ass and his thigh, where Vilandra loved to nibble on him on Antar and Maria did so too, on Earth. He twitched when the nerve was nicked and that was just what the doctors were expecting. They shot in the liquid fire again, and just as before, his leg went numb for just a few seconds. By the time they rolled him back on his stomach, the effect was completely gone. They stitched and stapled and then they repeated it on the other side. Michael barely made it to finally hear what he had been waiting for all this time: Stuart’s voice.
- Michael? What have you done to him? - He sounded outraged.
- He’s fine now, you should have seen him when he arrived! - One of the doctors said.
- Yes, he was bleeding real bad, we’ve done a great job, as you can see! - The other one added proudly.
- You should have called me! Greene could have gone on without me! - Stuart had had to count to ten and breathe deep before he spoke, or he would have ripped both their heads off. - I want this clear. No one touches this patient but me, ALRIGHT? - Stuart knew he had been excessively loud at the end, but he had to, or he would have lost it. At least, he managed to blow off some steam that way.
- Hey, cool it man, the kid would have bled out if we waited for you! - The voice was defensive and Michael decided to calm Stuart down.
- I’m ok, kind of sore, I just need to rest. - Michael said, his voice husky with the effort he was doing to control the pain.
- C’mon kid, give us some credit, you couldn’t have felt a thing! -
- He’s right, Davis, we did a midgluteal and a subgluteal caudal to finish up. -
- YOU DID WHAT? - Stuart exploded watching the two doctors flinch. - You can’t make that kind of decision without consulting with me! This boy is MY patient! He can sue you and so can I! -
- We were just trying to help him! What’s wrong with you? - The doctor put his hand on Michael’s shoulder and he could feel what the man was thinking: “The guy’s fucking the boy, no doubts about it! No wonder he’s so pissed, he’s gonna have a real long wait before he can fill him up again!”
- Hey Stuart, cool it dude, they did what they had to. - Michael sighed and Stuart realized how tired he must be, because that’s how he sounded.
- I’m sorry, you’re right, thanks guys, but next time, make sure I know what’s going on. He’s got resistance to anesthetics. Nothing works on him. - Stuart said, apologetically.
- Well, both caudals worked fine, but just long enough. -
- No, they didn’t. - It was out before Stuart could stop himself, immediately regretting it.
- What are you talking about, man, they sure did! -
- Ask him. - Stuart scoffed, and Michael could feel both pairs of eyes on him.
Michael just smirked and shook his head, following Stuart’s game to gloat at their incompetence and failure.
- No way, you’re putting us on! -
- That’s impossible! -
- He can take a lot of pain, he’s used to it. - Stuart said.
Michael could feel the doctor’s thoughts again: “He must have a monstrous cock! I’ll have to check him out next time he takes a leak!” Michael had to bite his lip not to laugh. The problem now was what Stuart was going to do about him. He could feel his fever rising again after the antipyretic had been neutralized, as would be expected after what he had gone through and he knew that was just what Stuart was dreading too.
- He should be in recovery…- One of the doctors observed.
- No need to, he hasn’t been through surgery, I want him in a room. Get me one right away. - Stuart demanded.
Michael felt his hospital nightmare was beginning again but then Stuart took his hand and squeezed it, reassuring him he would find a way to take control of the present situation. A nurse came in with a tray and Stuart had to accept the typical prescription the other doctors had made, consisting in tetanus shot, antibiotic, antipyretic, a strong anti-inflammatory, a hemostatic and of course, the drip. He would have done the same thing under normal conditions only changing the hemostatic for a strong dose of vitamins K and C which wouldn’t do much harm or put more strain on his alien side to cope with it. So Michael had to take the shots in his thighs, which were slightly better suited for them than his butt was. Stuart grimaced as each needle went in, and Michael squeezed his hand. As two orderlies slid Michael on a stretcher and took him to a room with Stuart’s hand in his, a nurse came over and addressed him.
- Dr. Davis, there is a Mrs. Lavoisse asking for you and she says it’s urgent. She’s at the reception desk. -
- What’s the room’s number? - Stuart asked the orderly.
- 133. -
- Show her there, please. - He asked her and watched her go to get Serena.
For the second time in his life, Stuart went with Michael as he was taken to a hospital room. Once there, and finding it appropriate, he watched the orderlies expertly slide Michael onto the bed. Then one of them produced a hospital gown.
- He has to wear one, rules you know? -
Of course he knew! Stuart nodded and watched them roll Michael carefully to his side and ease his arm through the garment tucking the rest under his stomach. Then they rolled him on the other side and ended the procedure with well practiced efficiency. They eased him back on his stomach and tied the strings at the back skipping the lower one and folding the ends of the gown towards his sides, away from his wounds.
- We can get that thingy to keep the sheet off over his hips…- One of the orderlies offered.
- No, it’s alright, we won’t need it. - Stuart shook his head.
- Ok, then…- The man shrugged and they left giving each other a look as Serena was escorted into the room by the nurse.
- Oh! I’m sorry doctor, I…- The nurse apologized, seeing Michael was all exposed as she tried to shield Serena with her body from the view.
- It’s alright, she’s a colleague. - Stuart said, very seriously and the nurse bought it.
- Dr…- She addressed Serena who couldn’t help smiling.
- Thank you. - She said and stepped into the room.
As soon as the door closed, they rushed to Michael, Stuart almost tripping over Serena as they headed in the same direction. He apologized and relocated to the other side of the bed. They grabbed Michael’s hands and he opened his eyes sighing, exhausted.
- I’m sorry…- Michael whispered.
- What? Are you out of your mind! You have nothing to be sorry for! I’m sorry for not being here for you, for being so stupid not have foreseen something like this could happen and taken the precaution to say you were top priority with me! I’m sorry for not being able to pop on Antar with a machine gun and blow that bastard’s head off before he dares touch you again! - Stuart exploded.
- It’s not your…fault, man. - Michael rasped.
- Shhh, baby, don’t talk, here, we’ll do it my way. - Serena reached out for Stuart’s free hand and formed a connection.
“What happened? All of it!” Serena demanded, very pissed but not at Michael.
- Hurry up with the blood! He’ll bleed out the way he’s going, dammit! I need to start the transfusion right away. -
- We’ve already got a vein in his thigh, the school nurse said he’s got difficult veins so she kept the needle in just in case, after she shot him up with hemostatics. -
- What did she give him? Amicar? Trasylol? -
- She didn’t say so, but she mentioned vitamins C and K. She also said the kid had told her he had some kind of blood problem? -
- What’s his group? -
- According to the school chart he’s AB positive. -
“Thank you!” Michael sighed as he programmed his alien blood to change into human blood of that group automatically. He knew it but couldn’t remember it with the fucking drugs.
- Didn’t you ask her what the problem was? I don’t want Davis’ patient dying on me of a stupid mistake.Take a sample and scan it! -
Michael felt a swab rub against a particularly sensitive spot which must have been full of blood and jerked.
- I need his temperature, what’s this rubbish? 117º? What are you guys on? -
- That was his rectal, the other didn’t work. -
- What are you talking about? Get it again and do it right! -
Michael felt a thermometer being inserted into his ass again.
He felt a hand against his cheek and he couldn’t fool the man any longer, so he opened his eyes.
- Hang on kid, we’re taking care of you. AB positive is your blood group, right? - Michael had heard his disbelieving gasp when he opened his eyes.
Michael nodded. Better just leave it there. His body could get that blood group easily as it had done it before with Isabel’s help, but he wasn’t sure if he could get Laurie’s defect into his blood correctly to back up what he had told the nurse trying not to be sent to a hospital. Anyway it was too late for that now, and he was in enough trouble to risk getting into even more.
- I have…resistance to…most drugs. - Michael whispered.
- Yes, it says here anesthetics too, bummer! - The rustling of paper again. - Let’s clean you up and see how bad it really is. Ok, forget about the scan, I just got it straight from the boy! -
Michael was relieved that the doctor had taken the blood issues for granted. He knew they were being very careful, but the pain was real bad. He tried to stay as still as possible while they efficiently cleaned the blood away, but he couldn’t help jerking and squirming and a few grunts escaped his lips. The absolute silence told him it was quite bad.
- It’s too much for local. There aren’t enough sound places to shoot it and even if there were, it would be too painful. I suggest we should try a general. - Their voices were whispering softly as they moved away to make sure he wouldn’t hear them, but they weren’t counting on Michael’s keen alien hearing.
- But it says here…- Rustling paper as it changed hands.
- I know, but still, shouldn’t we give it a try? -
- We’d be torturing him far worse than if we just did it, if it doesn’t work. -
- Do you know how long it will take to stitch all this up and staple what we can? I think it’s worth trying a caudal block, it doesn’t say anything about it here. The midgluteal approach could take care of the sciatic and the whole thing. Look, there’s a patch of sound skin at the right place on this side, and…yes, on the left one too, though not in the usual place, but it will do. I say we go for it. Davis won’t be out for some time still. -
- Yes, I think you’re right. But the 4” needles won’t be enough, there’s a lot of muscle there, get me the 6” ones, ok? -
Michael heard them come over to him again.
- Alright, you’ve got his temperature? -
- Sure…wait, I have to wipe it down. -
- What the hell’s that goo? -
- I used KY, it happened the other time too. It must be inside him. Looks like…sperm? See? I told you. It’s 119º now! -
- What? Get out of here! He just talked to me. He’d be dead by now! Ok, it must be…- He placed his palm on Michael’s forehead, then the back of his fingers on his cheek, - 102º at least, jot that down. Get out! I’m serious!...Stupid bastards! -
- Ok, I got the right needles. -
- Ask for another rectal thermometer. I don’t know what this retard has done to it but this one’s busted. Fine, here we go. -
Michael heard the “clink” as the doctor tossed the thermometer in a trash can. He didn’t like what he had heard but there was nothing he could do but trust the doctors. He wasn’t supposed to have heard what they were going to do to him.
Serena got the message on Stuart’s cell phone and knew immediately that he was operating, and couldn’t be interrupted. She might get through to him mentally but it wouldn’t be fair to his current patient as Stuart’s lapse in concentration could cause serious damage. She just couldn’t do it! She knew Michael wouldn’t allow it if he knew, either. She was sure the second Stuart finished, he would check his calls and give hers the absolute preference, so their desperating wait continued.
- Ok, the bleeding is controlled, at least that’s working. Now kid, we have to give you a caudal block so we can stitch you up without pain. The needle will hurt some, but it won’t last long. Just keep as still as you can. -
Michael nodded. What else could he do? He knew it wouldn’t work, but there was no way to explain it to them, so he just braced himself.
- Shouldn’t we roll him to a lateral position? -
- Not necessarily. It can be done prone, too, see? -
- Right, ok, but it’s the first time I do it this way. Great. -
Michael felt the needle sticking into his butt, in the middle but a little towards the outside. The drug burnt and he moaned.
- Easy, it’s a local anesthetic so the real one won’t be so bad. -
“Yeah sure, as if it’s going to work.” He thought, biting his lower lip hard.
The needle was pulled out and another was inserted right where the other one had just been. The local had had no effect at all making the second procedure even more painful. It hurt like hell and they kept pushing it in. He jerked as they hit a very painful spot and did his best to keep still.
- Got it! You were right, it had to be the 6” needle. -
Michael felt the drug burning into him and he felt the right side of his ass go numb. Unfortunately it only lasted 3 seconds before his alien side neutralized it.
“Hang on, Michael, the party’s just about to begin!” Michael told himself and buried his face in the crook of his arm as he grabbed the pillow and the cot with the other one.
He felt each staple and every stitch and was ready to pass out about five times before they finished. Then the other side was just as bad. This time they could only find a spot they could use nearer the inside, which wasn’t the usual approach but they had to go for it. Michael couldn’t care less because he knew it wouldn’t work anyway. The doctor went for the cuts on his thighs and took him by surprise as he was trying to relax. He twitched and almost screamed when he heard the doctor go:
- Uh oh! I think it only covered this far. - He pushed his finger into one of the stitched cuts on Michael’s butt, and he wasn’t expecting it either, making him jerk.
- No, I guess the effect lasted just long enough. At least it worked, so we can do a subgluteal for the thighs. -
- I’ve heard it doesn’t always work in that area. I’ve never done it. -
- I have and it did. But we have to get him in Sim’s position. -
- Just relax kid, we need to roll you on your side. -
Michael couldn’t have protested if he wanted to, he was hurting so bad, and knew it would get worse. Once on his side, his thigh was raised in front of the other one, so he was in the same position as when Maria spooned him from behind. He concentrated on her to deal with what was coming, trying to feel her warmth against him to prepare him for the next ordeal. But nothing could.
First the local infiltration and then the needle itself right on the spot between his ass and his thigh, where Vilandra loved to nibble on him on Antar and Maria did so too, on Earth. He twitched when the nerve was nicked and that was just what the doctors were expecting. They shot in the liquid fire again, and just as before, his leg went numb for just a few seconds. By the time they rolled him back on his stomach, the effect was completely gone. They stitched and stapled and then they repeated it on the other side. Michael barely made it to finally hear what he had been waiting for all this time: Stuart’s voice.
- Michael? What have you done to him? - He sounded outraged.
- He’s fine now, you should have seen him when he arrived! - One of the doctors said.
- Yes, he was bleeding real bad, we’ve done a great job, as you can see! - The other one added proudly.
- You should have called me! Greene could have gone on without me! - Stuart had had to count to ten and breathe deep before he spoke, or he would have ripped both their heads off. - I want this clear. No one touches this patient but me, ALRIGHT? - Stuart knew he had been excessively loud at the end, but he had to, or he would have lost it. At least, he managed to blow off some steam that way.
- Hey, cool it man, the kid would have bled out if we waited for you! - The voice was defensive and Michael decided to calm Stuart down.
- I’m ok, kind of sore, I just need to rest. - Michael said, his voice husky with the effort he was doing to control the pain.
- C’mon kid, give us some credit, you couldn’t have felt a thing! -
- He’s right, Davis, we did a midgluteal and a subgluteal caudal to finish up. -
- YOU DID WHAT? - Stuart exploded watching the two doctors flinch. - You can’t make that kind of decision without consulting with me! This boy is MY patient! He can sue you and so can I! -
- We were just trying to help him! What’s wrong with you? - The doctor put his hand on Michael’s shoulder and he could feel what the man was thinking: “The guy’s fucking the boy, no doubts about it! No wonder he’s so pissed, he’s gonna have a real long wait before he can fill him up again!”
- Hey Stuart, cool it dude, they did what they had to. - Michael sighed and Stuart realized how tired he must be, because that’s how he sounded.
- I’m sorry, you’re right, thanks guys, but next time, make sure I know what’s going on. He’s got resistance to anesthetics. Nothing works on him. - Stuart said, apologetically.
- Well, both caudals worked fine, but just long enough. -
- No, they didn’t. - It was out before Stuart could stop himself, immediately regretting it.
- What are you talking about, man, they sure did! -
- Ask him. - Stuart scoffed, and Michael could feel both pairs of eyes on him.
Michael just smirked and shook his head, following Stuart’s game to gloat at their incompetence and failure.
- No way, you’re putting us on! -
- That’s impossible! -
- He can take a lot of pain, he’s used to it. - Stuart said.
Michael could feel the doctor’s thoughts again: “He must have a monstrous cock! I’ll have to check him out next time he takes a leak!” Michael had to bite his lip not to laugh. The problem now was what Stuart was going to do about him. He could feel his fever rising again after the antipyretic had been neutralized, as would be expected after what he had gone through and he knew that was just what Stuart was dreading too.
- He should be in recovery…- One of the doctors observed.
- No need to, he hasn’t been through surgery, I want him in a room. Get me one right away. - Stuart demanded.
Michael felt his hospital nightmare was beginning again but then Stuart took his hand and squeezed it, reassuring him he would find a way to take control of the present situation. A nurse came in with a tray and Stuart had to accept the typical prescription the other doctors had made, consisting in tetanus shot, antibiotic, antipyretic, a strong anti-inflammatory, a hemostatic and of course, the drip. He would have done the same thing under normal conditions only changing the hemostatic for a strong dose of vitamins K and C which wouldn’t do much harm or put more strain on his alien side to cope with it. So Michael had to take the shots in his thighs, which were slightly better suited for them than his butt was. Stuart grimaced as each needle went in, and Michael squeezed his hand. As two orderlies slid Michael on a stretcher and took him to a room with Stuart’s hand in his, a nurse came over and addressed him.
- Dr. Davis, there is a Mrs. Lavoisse asking for you and she says it’s urgent. She’s at the reception desk. -
- What’s the room’s number? - Stuart asked the orderly.
- 133. -
- Show her there, please. - He asked her and watched her go to get Serena.
For the second time in his life, Stuart went with Michael as he was taken to a hospital room. Once there, and finding it appropriate, he watched the orderlies expertly slide Michael onto the bed. Then one of them produced a hospital gown.
- He has to wear one, rules you know? -
Of course he knew! Stuart nodded and watched them roll Michael carefully to his side and ease his arm through the garment tucking the rest under his stomach. Then they rolled him on the other side and ended the procedure with well practiced efficiency. They eased him back on his stomach and tied the strings at the back skipping the lower one and folding the ends of the gown towards his sides, away from his wounds.
- We can get that thingy to keep the sheet off over his hips…- One of the orderlies offered.
- No, it’s alright, we won’t need it. - Stuart shook his head.
- Ok, then…- The man shrugged and they left giving each other a look as Serena was escorted into the room by the nurse.
- Oh! I’m sorry doctor, I…- The nurse apologized, seeing Michael was all exposed as she tried to shield Serena with her body from the view.
- It’s alright, she’s a colleague. - Stuart said, very seriously and the nurse bought it.
- Dr…- She addressed Serena who couldn’t help smiling.
- Thank you. - She said and stepped into the room.
As soon as the door closed, they rushed to Michael, Stuart almost tripping over Serena as they headed in the same direction. He apologized and relocated to the other side of the bed. They grabbed Michael’s hands and he opened his eyes sighing, exhausted.
- I’m sorry…- Michael whispered.
- What? Are you out of your mind! You have nothing to be sorry for! I’m sorry for not being here for you, for being so stupid not have foreseen something like this could happen and taken the precaution to say you were top priority with me! I’m sorry for not being able to pop on Antar with a machine gun and blow that bastard’s head off before he dares touch you again! - Stuart exploded.
- It’s not your…fault, man. - Michael rasped.
- Shhh, baby, don’t talk, here, we’ll do it my way. - Serena reached out for Stuart’s free hand and formed a connection.
“What happened? All of it!” Serena demanded, very pissed but not at Michael.
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