Warning: Warning: Warning:
Extreme and Explicit Sexual Situation / Slash
Extreme and Explicit Rape Situation
Extreme Violence
Book 1: Section 3: Chapter 1: Part 5 of 6
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 3: Life Goes On
Chapter 1: Where The Hell Is Michael Now?
~ Payment for Adultery ~
Timeline: Later that same Day
“Do you really want to hurt me. Do you really want to make me cry.” "Karma Chameleon" by Culture Club
Michael awoke a while later to find himself on the floor; the metal pole was against his back. Michael tired to get up only to find his arms tied behind the pole.
“What the fuck? Max!”
“What Rath? Did you call?” Max came around from the back of Michael looking at him. He then straddled Michael’s lap as he sat down, grinding his ass into his cock as Michael let out a small groan. “What is the matter Rath?” Max asked as he stroked his cheek, licking away at his jaw line.
“Max why am I tied up?” Michael then remember the soda “Did you fucking drug me?”
“Thought you would like to play?” Max answered as he let his tongue run across his jaw to the other side, turning as he ran down the side of his throat. Stopping at the pulse point, he felt Michael’s heart race, the blood surging just a mere fraction of an inch beneath.
“Max! Stop this,” Michael was feeling uneasy as he tried to struggle against the ropes that held him fast to the pole.
“You don’t like? I was sure you liked games.”
“Okay Max what is up?”
“Nothing at least not yet,” as Max ground his ass against Michael, his arousal was beginning to take effect.
“Stop it Max please!”
“No!”
“No?”
“No, I like you just the way you are.” Max then stood and dropped his pants and shorts, kicking them out of the way. Michael looked up and saw Max’s cock sticking out erect as he stroked it with long fine sweeps of his hands. “Do you like my cock?” Max’s eyes turned black, as he smiled and pumped himself a little more.
“Max I am uncomfortable.” Michael struggled against the ropes that were holding at his chest level as well. “Let me go, we will talk.”
“Oh I am sorry,” Max knelt back down on the floor straddling Michael again. His cock was just inches from Michael’s mouth, bobbing up and down like some damn buoy, “Tell me Rath how did it feel to have Tran’s lips on your hard cock as he sucked you dry?”
“What?” Michael looked at him puzzled, “What are talking about Max?”
“You must remember at the Water Palace, I came to keep you company but found you in his bedroom.”
“I don’t know what you are talking about Max.”
Michael suddenly felt a hand hit him hard across the cheek. “Don’t fuck with me Rath. I saw your cock in his ass. His mouth on your cock, this cock, my cock.” Max grabbed Michael’s cock and squeezed it hard as Michael gasped in pain. “My cock, my property.” Max released his hold as he began to stroke Michael’s cock, exerting pressure on the tip, causing it to harden once again.
Michael was confused one minute Max was being affectionate the next hurting him. In spite of the recent pain when Max squeezed his cock hard, Michael could not help to grow excited as he left a low guttural moan escape from his throat.
Smiling evilly, Max reached around Michael, picking up two long fine leather laces from the floor. He looked Michael directly in the eyes as he wrapped the leather around his balls, pulling tightly as Michael gasped in pain and closed his eyes. Soon tears were flowing from underneath his tightly shut eyelids. “This is mine to fuck not some captain in our military,” Max continued his torture as the thin leather laces circled tightly about the hardened shaft as he finally tied the laces off under the head as it swells unbearably big, into a puffy knob. “There now I decide who and what you will fuck.”
Michael suddenly felt very scared, he tried to repeal Max off but found his powers were non-existent. Max sensed his attempts and laughed. “Oh your powers are gone for a little while; surely you remember my little trick. The only thing you have no defense for.” Max again hit Michael hard with his open hand, this time marking his face with a handprint.
“Max stop!” yelled Michael.
“I will stop when you tell me the truth. How did it feel Rath?”
Max slapped him again drawing blood as it trickled down the corner of Michael’s lip.
“Answer me! Did you enjoy him?”
“I swear I don’t know what you are talking about.” Michael did not know what to do, he felt himself slowly slipping away. This feeling was new to Michael, he had never felt the darkness as strong as he did right then. Rath tried to intervened boost up his resistance but he was sinking fast.
Max smacked him again, then grabbed a handful of his hair and jerked his head back striking the metal pole behind him. "Open your mouth."
“Why?” The confused look once again spread over Michael’s face.
“You always denied me one pleasure on Antar. You will not deny me now.” Max increased the pressure on his hold, “Open up your mouth, open it nice and wide.” Max raised himself on his knees bring his cock to within a hair’s breath of Michael’s lips then leaning forward just ever so slightly he began to rub his pre-seminal fluid all over them.
"Lick it," ordered Max.
Michael was staring cross-eyed at Max’s cock as his hair was being pulled out by the roots, “Lick it,” his ears rang, then he felt another sharp sting to the side of his face.
Clearing his mind a little, Michael thought maybe if he did what Max wanted he could wiggle out of the ropes, his powers had to return eventually. Hesitantly he opened his lips and flicked out his tongue. Michael began to run his tongue over the head of Max’s penis, licking it slowly, causing even more pre-cum fluid to flow out from the tiny slit in the center.
Max seemed pleased as he moaned and arched his back. After a few minutes, he began to push his cock into Michael mouth. “Suck me,” ordered Max breathing heavily.
There was nothing Michael could do; he began to move his lips diligently back and forth along the length of his shaft. Max moaned deep and low finally releasing his grip on Michael’s hair.
Michael could feel Max growing larger and harder. He endeavored to take more of Max into his mouth but his movement was limited, Max had tied a rope around his neck, loose but very little slack.
Frustrated and wanting more, Max placed his hands on both sides of Michael’s face and shoved his cock in all the way, stretching and cracking the fragile skin covering the lips in the process. Max growled and fucked Michael’s mouth with abandonment, performing the ancient art of irrumation, as he moved his cock back and forth as the speed increased.
Michael was forced to keep his jaws opened wide as he felt Max’s cock hit the back of his throat. Max needing more pulled Michael’s head back, causing his head to be repetitively knocked against the metal pole as Max thrust his cock in deeper.
Max held Michael’s head like it was in a vice, fingers dug into his cheeks and jaw line. He drove his cock as far into the opened cavity as was humanly possible; Michael could feel the vein in the bottom of his cock throbbing as an orgasm was imminent. Max finally began to ejaculate a copious load of hot semen down Michael’s throat.
"Swallow!" growled out the order.
Max kept ejaculating his thick, salty load into Michael’s mouth as he was forced the swallow or choke. Each time Michael thought that the ordeal was over; Max would squirt another stream down his throat.
Finally, Max removed himself from Michael’s mouth, looking at Michael; his eyes were glazed over as shock settled in. “There that is the way I want you from now on, in front of me sucking my cock dry.” Max reached over and gently wiped up the blood that had formed in the corner. “It wasn’t that bad was it?” He then took Michael in a searing kiss, healing the cracked lips in the process. “Tell me you like my cock in your mouth?” Max again slapped Michael across the face, “Yes you did, didn’t you.”
Michael no longer fought as Max assaulted his mouth, drawing his tongue in and sucking on it. “Did you like that?” Max whispered into Michael’s ear as he moved from away his mouth, “I know you like a little pain with your sex.” Michael felt his nipples pinched very hard shocking his system once again awake. “I saw you moan into his mouth enjoying his kisses.” Max’s tongue began to head downward, “Did you like to taste yourself on Tran’s tongue?”
Max pinched and twisted his nipples until they harden under his dexterous methods, as his head bent down to take one in his mouth. He bit, casing Michael to jerk, his throat burned against the rope. “Tell me did Tran also suck and bite your nipples,” Max switched to the other side once again causing Michael to jerk and spasm suddenly.
Michael was in pain, the skin on his nipples were red and raw from Max’s biting and rough treatment. Max kept up the torture, he felt the pain emanate from Michael every time he bit or rolled the tips harshly between his fingertips. The skin was raw as a few drops of blood formed on the surface. Max licked at the blood savoring the energy it contained. Michael was beginning to come out of the dormant state. He would have to take care of that fast.
“Why won’t you tell me the truth,” Max asked as he came up eye level to Michael. “I caught you. Why do you lie to me?
“M…Max I don’t know what you saw. I don’t remember,” Michael, stammered, his jaw hurt to move and his balls were ready to burst fro the pressure of the leather binding. “Please Max.”
Max put his hand around Michael neck letting his fingers caress the base of the neck. “You never learn your lesson. Do I have to punish you again? Now tell me the truth.”
“I can’t …”
Max looked Michael in the eye and saw fear, what he had been waiting for. At this point Michael was terrified Max was going to kill him. That feeling coming off Michael fed Uthrox as Max sucked in the air savoring the sweet pungent smell of fear.
“Yes that it is,” Max, said aloud. He then placed his lips next to Michael ear and whispered, “You're mine now. Just imagine what I have in store for you tonight bitch!”
Michael suddenly screamed in pain as Max shot a bolt of energy directly into Michael’s spinal column right below the foramen magnum, where the spinal cord enters the brain. The pain was excruciating, Michel’s eyes rolled back into his head and when they returned they were silver. His body shook and spasm as the energy exploded inside his head, sealing his powers.
“You never learn do you Rath?” With a flourish of his arm, Max undid the bindings and stood up. With a mere wave, he threw Michael across the room impacting the kitchen table in his abdomen region. Michael laid there, half on and half off the table dazed, unable to move ad the pain continued to course through his body effectively paralyzing him.
Max laughed as he sunk deeper in the darkness. Zan fought to come to the surface he screamed at Max to stop the rage was controlling him. He reminded Max that he himself almost killed Rath long ago and this vision with Tran was the past, not now. However, Max never heard that voice, he was lost to the murderous voice, that voice inside directing him, no causing him to become Uthrox.
Max took the ropes that held Michael to the pole and lengthened them. First, he tied Michael’s wrists passing the rope under the table from one wrist to the next. He then took Michael’s ankles spreading his legs wide as one ankle was tied to one leg of the table and the other ankle to the other leg. Finally, Max secured Michael to the table with a rope around his lower back, upper back and neck, all the ropes passed under the table effectively tying Michael down. Michael’s ass was off the table, spread wide, his upper body laid face down on the cool metal surface.
Picking up the wooden stick that he had struck Michael with earlier, Max fashioned it to be thinner and more flexible, more painful when struck, more pleasure for Uthrox. Testing it, he cracked the stick against Michael’s ass, a red welt sprung up within seconds. “Yes this will do, this will do just fine.”
Michael wasn't prepared for the intensity of the pain that shot through his body with amazing speed. He screamed out in pain, only the words had no voice. He was still paralyzed.
“Do not lie to me,” Max cracked the stick against Michael’s ass again, this time drawing a sharp welt immediately. “I know what I saw.’ The stick hit harder in the same region, the skin began to tear. “I saw you at the Water palace, you and Tran in bed.”
Michael was being to come out of the paralysis as he tried to shift his body away from the blows.
“Looks like you can talk again,” Max smiled, “I want you to count out each stroke," he said. "Don't mess up, or I'll have to start over from the beginning."
“What? No Max let me go,”
Michael was struggling hard against the ropes, Max just shook his head and made the lines taut. He then hit him with another crack of the stick. “Count to 20 and it will end.” He hit him again
"I didn't hear a number called out," Max said
"One!" Michael yelled.
"Too late. I have to start over."
Max hit him again as his body shook from the blow.
"One," he screamed hoping the neighbors would hear his cries. However, Max had already soundproofed the apartment so they could be left in peace.
Max struck again.
"Two!" yelled Michel. The pain reached into the core of Michael’s being as it warned him of what laid ahead.
"That's better,” Max bent over and kissed Michael on the side of his mouth, “Just like that count them out.”
Max began to strike Michael repeatedly with the stick, swinging it through the air with speed and precision, as Michael continued to count off the blows.
"Fourteen!" Michael eyes were filling with tears the numbing and shocks of the blows were wearing him down. “Please Max stop it hurts.”
Again, the stick found its target, as blood now began to seep under the skin, spilling onto the surface. “It suppose to so you won’t forget who you belong to.”
Max jumped up on the table and knelt with his knees on the side of Michael’s head. From this angel he could see the damage that he inflicted on Michael’s ass, it was swollen red and bleeding. Using one hand, he placed it solidly down on Michael’s neck as a reminder of who was master. Max then raised his arm and struck downward again putting everything he had into the last few strokes of the stick, enjoying the screams as Michael counted. Upon reaching twenty Max stopped and hopped off the table.
Max then kissed the raw and inflamed ass, stroking it tenderly with his hand watching as Michael flinched at every touch,
“Now again why did you have an affair.”
“Max I don’t know what you are talking about? Please stop you are hurting me,” Michael thrashed at the ropes holding him tight; he was slipping into a dark cave, one full of hatred and torture. He could see the rough-hewn walls and the chains as he was bound tight.
“You must pay. How dare you fuck another?” Max let his hands slide down Michael’s ass, spreading his cheeks wide open as his finger made circles around the opening.
“Please Zan, I am sorry I will never do it again, just let me go.” Michael could feel the ropes cutting into his skin, blood was dripping onto the floor from his wrists.. “Please Max I will do anything.” He felt Max’s finger enter him as he gasp at the intrusion. “Let me up you can fuck me all you want, just let me up.” Max added another finger, as Michael gasped even louder. “Please Max you can fuck me whenever you want. I will blow you. Please just let me up.” Michael once again was in the cavern, held down as a figure whipped him over and over yelling that he was a slave, he was worthless, a no good worthless orphan. Suddenly he was back, as Max shove three fingers in putting pressure on his prostrate. Michael felt his balls and cock strain against the leather.
Max could smell his fear, his pain, his despair, feeding Uthrox making him more powerful
“Why? Did you know I had to kill my wife and her bastard children because she was screwing my warriors? I slew them all before I drank her blood. Why is it so hard to be faithful to me?”
“You are… are not Uthhhrox… you are Maxxx.. no.. ZZZan” Michael sputtered out forcing the words as pain continued to grip him.
“No!” Max bellowed, the windows shook with rage. “It is too late.” Max’s cock was swollen, aching again for release, the tip weeping. He stroke himself slowly as he watched Michael’s body shake and tremble, this was his property to do with as he saw fit. Max then positioned his cock at Michael’s hole and rammed forward until he felt Michael’s ass against his balls.
Michael stopped breathing briefly from the sudden impact of Max’s cock colliding inside of his body. Then suddenly he let out a scream, a scream of pain, terror, confusion, and fear.
“Oh I can’t have you screaming like that, just will not do,” Max looked around a found a dish rag within reach, balling it up he leaned forward and shoved it into Michael’s mouth.
Playtime was over as Max began to assault Michael’s ass with great speed, momentum, and urgency. He didn’t give Michael a chance to adjust or for their alien gland to adequately lubricate the interior channel. The tissue tore, blood ooze as Max continued to dry fuck Michael, the pain was mounting with each thrust.
Max slammed into Michael feeling the raw power, looking for a way to tap in and drain him of his alien energy. Max climbed higher and higher, he pushed in deeper and deeper, crashing wildly into Michael’s hips.
With a sudden explosion of the florescent lights above Max shot his seed deep into Michel, the shards of glass fell down, absorbed by the blue field that encased them. Max was exhausted as he pulled out of Michael and cleaned his cock off with a wave of his hand.
He collapsed onto the couch falling asleep allowing his head to clear. Within a few minutes he awoke, getting up he grabbed his clothes and stumbled for the door, he was suppose to meet Liz for dinner and a movie, “Damn fell asleep watching TV,” Max thought aloud. Max did not even seem to notice Michael, the blood, or what had happened as he waked out the door whistling.
Michel had passed out, in the end the darkness overtook him, he was now lost in that world. He was defeated, used and humiliated, total resignation. His mind snapped, his will broken, in the end he accepted defeat.
~The fire tongues pulled them down into the bowels of hell ~
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Warning: Sexual Situation
Book 1: Section 3: Chapter 1: Part 6A of 6ABC
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 3: Life Goes On
Chapter 1: Where The Hell Is Michael Now?
~ Aftermath ~
Timeline: That Same Day
“People who need people, are the luckiest people in the world” “People” by Barbra Streisand
It was nearly 6pm when Maria finally got off work, she did an extra short shift because the flu season was upon them and three waitresses were out sick. She was exhausted as he walked the four blocks to the apartment. She was dreaming of a long hot bath, putting her feet up for the night and sleeping in the next morning.
As she crossed the complex, Maria saw Isabel approach from the other direction.
“Where is your ride?” asked Maria.
“What?”
“You know Michael and his bike. Thought he would at least give you a ride home after your afternoon’s delight.”
“Michael and I have not been together since this whole mess came out,” responded Isabel.
“You mean since your AFFAIR came out,” punctuated Maria.
“If anyone had an affair it would be you and Michael, I was already married to Rath,” snapped back Isabel.
“Me why you…”
Isabel put up her hand in a stop position, “Maria enough, we cannot continue like this, even though I have enjoyed our little banter of words it is getting old.”
Maria huffed and hugged herself with her arms.
“We need to settle this between all three of us, and that will not happen until we calm down enough to talk in a civil manner.”
“But I was the one who was hurt,” insisted Maria.
“I understand,” said Isabel as a look of surprise came across Maria’s face. “Yes even the ice princess has feelings.” Isabel pushed back some hair the wind was toying with. “When Rath told me that he was falling in love with you through Michael and pushed for the marriage, my heart felt as though it was ripped out of my body. I could not breathe, think, or function. I was so hurt. I can only imagine how you feel considering the way you found out.”
Maria just stood there silent for a long time looking at Isabel. This was an Isabel she had never imagined, a hurt Isabel, an Isabel with feelings. “I did not know you had those kinds of feelings,” replied Maria softly.
“Yeah, well I guess being from ‘Czechoslovakia’ helps in concealing our feelings.”
“Michael is leaving me for you isn’t he?” Maria had to know.
“To be honest I have no idea Maria, but I feel that he cannot exist without us.” Isabel rubbed her shoulders the air was chilly. “Let’s go in make some tea it is time you and I have a heart to heart, please a quiet heart to heart. Okay?”
Maria nodded yes and they walked together up the stairs, unlocking the door they stepped in to the apartment talking about what to have with their tea. Isabel was turned facing Maria and the hallway when she saw fear in Maria’s eyes, as they grew large. Turning slowly around Isabel saw the scene, Michael tied down on the table, naked, with blood below him.
Maria started to scream when Isabel clamped her hand over her mouth and shut the door with her powers. “Stay here and be quiet and I am checking the other rooms,” whispered Isabel as she removed her hand.
Maria nodded and put her own hand over her mouth as she pointed to the backdoor which was slowly opening. Isabel stood with her hand ready to blast whoever entered.
Isabel fired off a small blast, intended to disable whoever it was, just as the figure appeared in her view. Kyle came through the door ducking in time. He rolled and came up with a similar but weaker blast and fired without knowing who it was. Isabel pushed Maria out of the way. At the same time both Kyle and Isabel recognized the other.
“Isabel what the hell?” yelled Kyle
She put her fingers to her lips and directed his eyes to Michael. Kyle stood there motionless watching. Isabel indicated for him to be quiet and protect Maria. Quietly she went from room to room, scanning everything. Finding nothing, she came back into the dining area where Kyle and Maria were standing by Michael trying to untie his ropes
“Find anything?” asked Kyle.
“No, here let me help,” Isabel was afraid to ask as she felt for a pulse to confirm her worst suspicion.
Kyle looked over and saw the terror and fear in her eyes that Michael was dead. “His is alive, Isabel, barely, his pulse is very weak.”
Isabel nodded as the ropes were removed; his body was smeared in dried blood, his wrists and butt areas were still bleeding as evident by the fresh red trails.
Maria grimaced as she worked the bile in her stomach kept creeping upwards.
“Maria do you want to go and sit down with your head between your legs while Kyle and I finish?” asked Isabel concerned that Maria was going to pass out at any minute.
“No I can stand it,” said Maria as she held back the tears. Isabel reached over and squeezed her hand.
“Kyle we need to get him in the shower to clean out the wounds so I can see where the blood is coming from and how much damage there is.” Isabel was trying to ascertain what damage tissue there was but the blood spread all over his backside and lower back was making the task difficult.
“Okay on the count of three, one, two, three.” She and Kyle lifted Michael off the table and onto his feet and then half-walked and half-floated the unconscious victim to the walk-in shower that Isabel previously had remodel for the gang’s pleasure. It had a large rain showerhead that was very gentle to the skin, almost like a fine mist.
“Maria, please go ahead and make sure the water is skin temperature, not too hot, the cuts and scrapes will burn.”
Upon reaching the shower, Isabel stepped in first and helped to prop Michael up against her as the water cascaded down on them both. The sensation caused Michael to stir and wake up. He moaned as his eyes tried to focus on the wall ahead of him. He felt a body there as he started to squirm.
‘No no more please,” he whispered his voice hoarse from the gag.
“Shh Michael,” Isabel cooed against his ear, “You are alright.”
Out of the corner of his eye, Michael saw Kyle, “No no Jalan please stop I won’t do it again.” Michael started to twist and trash his body. Kyle held him firm as Michael struggled repeatedly saying the same words.
Maria came up as Michael started mumbling in a foreign tongue as it became obvious he was trying to get away from Kyle. “Kyle go out, Isabel and I will take care of Michael.”
“No that’s okay Maria I have him.” Kyle’s fingers dug into Michael’s arms as he held him tight from getting hurt on the slippery tile.
“Kyle you are scaring him. Who the hell do you think raped him? The Avon Lady? No a male, now get out, please. I know you just want to help him.”
Realization of what happened suddenly hit Kyle like a ton of bricks, he wasn’t just beaten up, Michael had been savagely violated. Kyle nodded and let go of Michael as he fell into Isabel’s arms sobbing. He stopped out of the shower as Maria took his place softly stroking and petting Michael like Isabel was doing.
Kyle left the room and went back into the front room to clean up the mess. The adrenalin was still pumping through his veins as he coiled the ropes into a pile on the table. His nerves were on edge as he unknowing was feeding off the energy left in the room from Michael and Max’s confrontation. He picked up the last rope and while coiling it, his hand ran across a blood soaked section. Suddenly the flashes hit him.
The floor beneath them was red with his blood as the water continued to pour down upon them. “Shhh Michael it is okay. I am here Maria is right behind you,” whispered Isabel in is ear.
Slowly Michael stopped struggling as he stood still bracing his arms against the wall, watered-down blood dripped from his wrist. Once he was calm, Isabel proceeded to wash off the blood.
“Maria hand me some soap.”
“Isabel you may want to clean his back, it is covered with blood and cuts.” Maria was staring at his skin afraid to touch it.
“Okay here you slip in when I slip out.” Isabel ducked under Michael’s arm from one side as Maria ducked in from the other.
“Can you heal them Isabel?” asked Maria as she softly cleaned Michael’s face from the tearstains, she noticed the bruises covering his cheeks. “Oh my poor baby,” said Maria as she kissed his cheek.
Michael was awake but lost in his own world, as he failed to hear Maria’s voice or feel the hands soothing his skin.
“I will try; please don’t get mad Maria at what I am going to do.” Isabel warned Maria as she slowly started to clean the blood off as the cuts became more visible. She leaned forward kissing them as the healed slightly. Isabel could have just placed her hand on the cuts until they closed, but it took longer and this way was more fun. Isabel took one of Michael’s wrists and kissed the skin closing the wound although it the mark remained. She then proceeded to clean and kiss the other wrist.
Maria watched spellbound as Isabel kissed her Michael, as angry as that made her she was relived that Isabel was healing the cuts, even if it was unorthodox. ‘A bandage would also work,’ Maria thought.
Michael started to stir again as he came more aware of his surroundings. His eyes opened as they focused he saw Maria standing in front of him looking like a drowned rat, her hair hung in wet strands, her clothes were soaked, and mascara streaked down his face.
“I am so sorry Maria for everything. I am so sorry,” he kept repeating over and over. His eyes closed again as his whole body was shaking from the shock.
“Shh Michael. It is okay. Don’t talk now,” Maria placed her finger on his lips. Michael again fell silent as he slipped back into his realm.
Isabel cleaned off Michael’s back healing what damage there was as she sat down on her knees to look at his ass.
“Maria have Michael lean into the wall more. I have to check down here.”
Maria looked down at he floor where Isabel was kneeling carefully cleaning the blood from the open wounds. She adjusted herself and brought Michael closer to the wall until his cheek rested against the cold tiles and Maria was crushed by his chest. “How is that,” muffled Maria.
Isabel looked up amused, “Can you breathe?”
“Barely.”
“Well hold him there for a few minutes. I will be quick.”
“Please hurry he weighs a ton, kiss his ass and get him off of me.”
Isabel laughed at that remark as she proceeded to do just that kiss and lick Michael’s ass as she healed the wounds. If it were not for the severity of the situation, Isabel would have been enjoying herself very much right now.
She quickly washed off his legs and she ran her fingers up his thigh. Expecting to run into his soft penis, she was shocked when her hand brushed up against something hard, she felt it was not his harden shaft but like leather. “What the hell”
“What?” questioned Maria.
Isabel then bent down further and looked at Michael’s balls which were encased in the leather straps
“Oh my god turn him around Maria. Hurry”
Isabel stood up and helped Maria tuned Michel’s back to the wall.
“Hold him there, “as she placed Maria’s hand on his chest. Michael’s head was slumped down, still out to lunch mentally.
Isabel then proceeded to move her hands to his penis.
“Whoa, hold on sister what are you doing?”
Isabel said nothing but carefully held the object of concern and showed the work to Maria
“What? Oh my god! Get that off of him.”
Isabel quickly undid the laces freeing him, almost immediately his cock started to expand as the blood filled it. Michael groaned and moaned as his cock became upright. Isabel was holding it carefully wiping off any blood with the soap and water, not even paying attention to the fact he was breathy heavily or that his cock was full.
Maria noticed Michael opened his eyes again as Isabel poured fresh water over him cleaning the area. Removing her hands she stood up.
“Please don’t st...stop I need..d..d to come sooo bad. Please.” His eyes were desperate as the pain from his filled balls wracked through his system. He needed to finish what Max had started. “It hurts, I am in pain. Please.” He put his hand over his cock and started to stroke but he went off balance and grabbed for the wall again. “Please make me come.”
Isabel looked at Maria. “Michel can you hold on for a few minutes until we make sure all the blood is stopped.” Michael nodded yes as his eyes rolled back into his head.
“Maria I have one area left to heal and clean. Do you have any disposable douche bottles around?” Maria looked funny at Isabel and nodded yes . “Good get one please.” She got out of the shower while Isabel held up Michael and looked under the counter for her bag.
“Michael I need you to turn around and face the wall.” Isabel helped him to turn. “Now brace yourself,” as she carefully pulled his hips backward. “I need to heal a cut in your anus, so don’t move okay.” Michael nodded as he braced for the pain.
“Is this what you want?” Maria held up a cellophane wrapped bottle.
“That’s it. Open it up and hand it to me then slid under Michael and keep his mind occupied.”
“How?” asked Maria as she slipped in front of Michael.
“Use your imagination.” With that suggestion in mind, Maria caressed his cheek and neck as she kissed all the skin she came in contact with.
Isabel brought herself eyelevel with Michael’s ass and carefully spread his cheeks apart, as she caused her nail to become blunt and changed the soap on her finger to a slick hypoallergenic gel. Taking her finger, she placed it at the opening, “Ready?” Michel muscles tensed as she slowly slid in her finger healing the edges of the puckered opening and the tissue directly inside. He gasped and Maria took the opportunity to close his mouth with a kiss. Michael was breathing heavy; he started to moan in her trying to buck against Isabel.
Isabel tried not to excite him anymore than he was already as she removed her finger. Taking the douche bottle, she inserted the tip in and squeezed the contents in and then magically refilled the contents and squeezed again. Michael felt the water rushing in; the feeling was weird to say the least. Removing the bottle, Isabel let the fluid escape, a mixture of blood and semen. “Hold him one more time Maria.” Isabel repeated the process; Michael by this time was trying to buck into her several times, as Isabel held him away, denying the pleasure he was seeking. He was squirming; wanting to come, his cock was twitching. This time the fluid ran clearer.
“Okay we are done.” Isabel turned off the wafter and dried Michael off with her powers. She then stepped out of the shower drying herself off in the process and grabbed a big fluffy towel. Wrapping Michael in it she pulled him out and into her arms. “Okay Maria your next,” as Isabel flick her wrist in Maria’s direction drying her off as well. “Grab the door and let get him to a bed.”
Maria opened the door and the two of them helped Michael to Maria’s bedroom. As they passed by the front room, Isabel looked over and saw Kyle sitting in the sofa; it looked like he was crying
“Kyle, are you all right?”
“Yeah sure fine no problem,” he wiped his eyes.
They laid Michael down and Isabel sealed the door shut.
“We need a little privacy Maria.”
“Why?”
“Time for you to learn lesion number one in how to handle a warrior.”
Book 1: Section 3: Chapter 1: Part 6A of 6ABC
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 3: Life Goes On
Chapter 1: Where The Hell Is Michael Now?
~ Aftermath ~
Timeline: That Same Day
“People who need people, are the luckiest people in the world” “People” by Barbra Streisand
It was nearly 6pm when Maria finally got off work, she did an extra short shift because the flu season was upon them and three waitresses were out sick. She was exhausted as he walked the four blocks to the apartment. She was dreaming of a long hot bath, putting her feet up for the night and sleeping in the next morning.
As she crossed the complex, Maria saw Isabel approach from the other direction.
“Where is your ride?” asked Maria.
“What?”
“You know Michael and his bike. Thought he would at least give you a ride home after your afternoon’s delight.”
“Michael and I have not been together since this whole mess came out,” responded Isabel.
“You mean since your AFFAIR came out,” punctuated Maria.
“If anyone had an affair it would be you and Michael, I was already married to Rath,” snapped back Isabel.
“Me why you…”
Isabel put up her hand in a stop position, “Maria enough, we cannot continue like this, even though I have enjoyed our little banter of words it is getting old.”
Maria huffed and hugged herself with her arms.
“We need to settle this between all three of us, and that will not happen until we calm down enough to talk in a civil manner.”
“But I was the one who was hurt,” insisted Maria.
“I understand,” said Isabel as a look of surprise came across Maria’s face. “Yes even the ice princess has feelings.” Isabel pushed back some hair the wind was toying with. “When Rath told me that he was falling in love with you through Michael and pushed for the marriage, my heart felt as though it was ripped out of my body. I could not breathe, think, or function. I was so hurt. I can only imagine how you feel considering the way you found out.”
Maria just stood there silent for a long time looking at Isabel. This was an Isabel she had never imagined, a hurt Isabel, an Isabel with feelings. “I did not know you had those kinds of feelings,” replied Maria softly.
“Yeah, well I guess being from ‘Czechoslovakia’ helps in concealing our feelings.”
“Michael is leaving me for you isn’t he?” Maria had to know.
“To be honest I have no idea Maria, but I feel that he cannot exist without us.” Isabel rubbed her shoulders the air was chilly. “Let’s go in make some tea it is time you and I have a heart to heart, please a quiet heart to heart. Okay?”
Maria nodded yes and they walked together up the stairs, unlocking the door they stepped in to the apartment talking about what to have with their tea. Isabel was turned facing Maria and the hallway when she saw fear in Maria’s eyes, as they grew large. Turning slowly around Isabel saw the scene, Michael tied down on the table, naked, with blood below him.
Maria started to scream when Isabel clamped her hand over her mouth and shut the door with her powers. “Stay here and be quiet and I am checking the other rooms,” whispered Isabel as she removed her hand.
Maria nodded and put her own hand over her mouth as she pointed to the backdoor which was slowly opening. Isabel stood with her hand ready to blast whoever entered.
Isabel fired off a small blast, intended to disable whoever it was, just as the figure appeared in her view. Kyle came through the door ducking in time. He rolled and came up with a similar but weaker blast and fired without knowing who it was. Isabel pushed Maria out of the way. At the same time both Kyle and Isabel recognized the other.
“Isabel what the hell?” yelled Kyle
She put her fingers to her lips and directed his eyes to Michael. Kyle stood there motionless watching. Isabel indicated for him to be quiet and protect Maria. Quietly she went from room to room, scanning everything. Finding nothing, she came back into the dining area where Kyle and Maria were standing by Michael trying to untie his ropes
“Find anything?” asked Kyle.
“No, here let me help,” Isabel was afraid to ask as she felt for a pulse to confirm her worst suspicion.
Kyle looked over and saw the terror and fear in her eyes that Michael was dead. “His is alive, Isabel, barely, his pulse is very weak.”
Isabel nodded as the ropes were removed; his body was smeared in dried blood, his wrists and butt areas were still bleeding as evident by the fresh red trails.
Maria grimaced as she worked the bile in her stomach kept creeping upwards.
“Maria do you want to go and sit down with your head between your legs while Kyle and I finish?” asked Isabel concerned that Maria was going to pass out at any minute.
“No I can stand it,” said Maria as she held back the tears. Isabel reached over and squeezed her hand.
“Kyle we need to get him in the shower to clean out the wounds so I can see where the blood is coming from and how much damage there is.” Isabel was trying to ascertain what damage tissue there was but the blood spread all over his backside and lower back was making the task difficult.
“Okay on the count of three, one, two, three.” She and Kyle lifted Michael off the table and onto his feet and then half-walked and half-floated the unconscious victim to the walk-in shower that Isabel previously had remodel for the gang’s pleasure. It had a large rain showerhead that was very gentle to the skin, almost like a fine mist.
“Maria, please go ahead and make sure the water is skin temperature, not too hot, the cuts and scrapes will burn.”
Upon reaching the shower, Isabel stepped in first and helped to prop Michael up against her as the water cascaded down on them both. The sensation caused Michael to stir and wake up. He moaned as his eyes tried to focus on the wall ahead of him. He felt a body there as he started to squirm.
‘No no more please,” he whispered his voice hoarse from the gag.
“Shh Michael,” Isabel cooed against his ear, “You are alright.”
Out of the corner of his eye, Michael saw Kyle, “No no Jalan please stop I won’t do it again.” Michael started to twist and trash his body. Kyle held him firm as Michael struggled repeatedly saying the same words.
Maria came up as Michael started mumbling in a foreign tongue as it became obvious he was trying to get away from Kyle. “Kyle go out, Isabel and I will take care of Michael.”
“No that’s okay Maria I have him.” Kyle’s fingers dug into Michael’s arms as he held him tight from getting hurt on the slippery tile.
“Kyle you are scaring him. Who the hell do you think raped him? The Avon Lady? No a male, now get out, please. I know you just want to help him.”
Realization of what happened suddenly hit Kyle like a ton of bricks, he wasn’t just beaten up, Michael had been savagely violated. Kyle nodded and let go of Michael as he fell into Isabel’s arms sobbing. He stopped out of the shower as Maria took his place softly stroking and petting Michael like Isabel was doing.
Kyle left the room and went back into the front room to clean up the mess. The adrenalin was still pumping through his veins as he coiled the ropes into a pile on the table. His nerves were on edge as he unknowing was feeding off the energy left in the room from Michael and Max’s confrontation. He picked up the last rope and while coiling it, his hand ran across a blood soaked section. Suddenly the flashes hit him.
- A dimly lit circular room with walls of dark stone.
Mirrors reflecting pain and suffering reflection.
A naked figured shackled to those stonewalls as a man whipped him
The rest were a mirage of images that came do fast Kyle was unable to interpret them. The images were of blood, death, war, torture, hatred, sex, love, terror, and rape.
The floor beneath them was red with his blood as the water continued to pour down upon them. “Shhh Michael it is okay. I am here Maria is right behind you,” whispered Isabel in is ear.
Slowly Michael stopped struggling as he stood still bracing his arms against the wall, watered-down blood dripped from his wrist. Once he was calm, Isabel proceeded to wash off the blood.
“Maria hand me some soap.”
“Isabel you may want to clean his back, it is covered with blood and cuts.” Maria was staring at his skin afraid to touch it.
“Okay here you slip in when I slip out.” Isabel ducked under Michael’s arm from one side as Maria ducked in from the other.
“Can you heal them Isabel?” asked Maria as she softly cleaned Michael’s face from the tearstains, she noticed the bruises covering his cheeks. “Oh my poor baby,” said Maria as she kissed his cheek.
Michael was awake but lost in his own world, as he failed to hear Maria’s voice or feel the hands soothing his skin.
“I will try; please don’t get mad Maria at what I am going to do.” Isabel warned Maria as she slowly started to clean the blood off as the cuts became more visible. She leaned forward kissing them as the healed slightly. Isabel could have just placed her hand on the cuts until they closed, but it took longer and this way was more fun. Isabel took one of Michael’s wrists and kissed the skin closing the wound although it the mark remained. She then proceeded to clean and kiss the other wrist.
Maria watched spellbound as Isabel kissed her Michael, as angry as that made her she was relived that Isabel was healing the cuts, even if it was unorthodox. ‘A bandage would also work,’ Maria thought.
Michael started to stir again as he came more aware of his surroundings. His eyes opened as they focused he saw Maria standing in front of him looking like a drowned rat, her hair hung in wet strands, her clothes were soaked, and mascara streaked down his face.
“I am so sorry Maria for everything. I am so sorry,” he kept repeating over and over. His eyes closed again as his whole body was shaking from the shock.
“Shh Michael. It is okay. Don’t talk now,” Maria placed her finger on his lips. Michael again fell silent as he slipped back into his realm.
Isabel cleaned off Michael’s back healing what damage there was as she sat down on her knees to look at his ass.
“Maria have Michael lean into the wall more. I have to check down here.”
Maria looked down at he floor where Isabel was kneeling carefully cleaning the blood from the open wounds. She adjusted herself and brought Michael closer to the wall until his cheek rested against the cold tiles and Maria was crushed by his chest. “How is that,” muffled Maria.
Isabel looked up amused, “Can you breathe?”
“Barely.”
“Well hold him there for a few minutes. I will be quick.”
“Please hurry he weighs a ton, kiss his ass and get him off of me.”
Isabel laughed at that remark as she proceeded to do just that kiss and lick Michael’s ass as she healed the wounds. If it were not for the severity of the situation, Isabel would have been enjoying herself very much right now.
She quickly washed off his legs and she ran her fingers up his thigh. Expecting to run into his soft penis, she was shocked when her hand brushed up against something hard, she felt it was not his harden shaft but like leather. “What the hell”
“What?” questioned Maria.
Isabel then bent down further and looked at Michael’s balls which were encased in the leather straps
“Oh my god turn him around Maria. Hurry”
Isabel stood up and helped Maria tuned Michel’s back to the wall.
“Hold him there, “as she placed Maria’s hand on his chest. Michael’s head was slumped down, still out to lunch mentally.
Isabel then proceeded to move her hands to his penis.
“Whoa, hold on sister what are you doing?”
Isabel said nothing but carefully held the object of concern and showed the work to Maria
“What? Oh my god! Get that off of him.”
Isabel quickly undid the laces freeing him, almost immediately his cock started to expand as the blood filled it. Michael groaned and moaned as his cock became upright. Isabel was holding it carefully wiping off any blood with the soap and water, not even paying attention to the fact he was breathy heavily or that his cock was full.
Maria noticed Michael opened his eyes again as Isabel poured fresh water over him cleaning the area. Removing her hands she stood up.
“Please don’t st...stop I need..d..d to come sooo bad. Please.” His eyes were desperate as the pain from his filled balls wracked through his system. He needed to finish what Max had started. “It hurts, I am in pain. Please.” He put his hand over his cock and started to stroke but he went off balance and grabbed for the wall again. “Please make me come.”
Isabel looked at Maria. “Michel can you hold on for a few minutes until we make sure all the blood is stopped.” Michael nodded yes as his eyes rolled back into his head.
“Maria I have one area left to heal and clean. Do you have any disposable douche bottles around?” Maria looked funny at Isabel and nodded yes . “Good get one please.” She got out of the shower while Isabel held up Michael and looked under the counter for her bag.
“Michael I need you to turn around and face the wall.” Isabel helped him to turn. “Now brace yourself,” as she carefully pulled his hips backward. “I need to heal a cut in your anus, so don’t move okay.” Michael nodded as he braced for the pain.
“Is this what you want?” Maria held up a cellophane wrapped bottle.
“That’s it. Open it up and hand it to me then slid under Michael and keep his mind occupied.”
“How?” asked Maria as she slipped in front of Michael.
“Use your imagination.” With that suggestion in mind, Maria caressed his cheek and neck as she kissed all the skin she came in contact with.
Isabel brought herself eyelevel with Michael’s ass and carefully spread his cheeks apart, as she caused her nail to become blunt and changed the soap on her finger to a slick hypoallergenic gel. Taking her finger, she placed it at the opening, “Ready?” Michel muscles tensed as she slowly slid in her finger healing the edges of the puckered opening and the tissue directly inside. He gasped and Maria took the opportunity to close his mouth with a kiss. Michael was breathing heavy; he started to moan in her trying to buck against Isabel.
Isabel tried not to excite him anymore than he was already as she removed her finger. Taking the douche bottle, she inserted the tip in and squeezed the contents in and then magically refilled the contents and squeezed again. Michael felt the water rushing in; the feeling was weird to say the least. Removing the bottle, Isabel let the fluid escape, a mixture of blood and semen. “Hold him one more time Maria.” Isabel repeated the process; Michael by this time was trying to buck into her several times, as Isabel held him away, denying the pleasure he was seeking. He was squirming; wanting to come, his cock was twitching. This time the fluid ran clearer.
“Okay we are done.” Isabel turned off the wafter and dried Michael off with her powers. She then stepped out of the shower drying herself off in the process and grabbed a big fluffy towel. Wrapping Michael in it she pulled him out and into her arms. “Okay Maria your next,” as Isabel flick her wrist in Maria’s direction drying her off as well. “Grab the door and let get him to a bed.”
Maria opened the door and the two of them helped Michael to Maria’s bedroom. As they passed by the front room, Isabel looked over and saw Kyle sitting in the sofa; it looked like he was crying
“Kyle, are you all right?”
“Yeah sure fine no problem,” he wiped his eyes.
They laid Michael down and Isabel sealed the door shut.
“We need a little privacy Maria.”
“Why?”
“Time for you to learn lesion number one in how to handle a warrior.”
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Book 1: Section 3: Chapter 1: Part 6B of 6ABC
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 3: Life Goes On
Chapter 1: Where The Hell Is Michael Now?
~ Aftermath (cont)~
“What?”
Isabel took off her shoes and climbed up on the bed next to Michael who was back in his own world for a visit. She indicated for Maria to do the same. Once Maria was comfortable on the other side of Michael, Isabel began.
“What I am going to tell you never leaves this room. You are not to mention it to Liz, Kyle or even Michael Got it?”
“What about Max?”
“He sort of knows everything, learned it the hard way. There is one small item you will have to keep secret; I will tell you later what that is.”
“Why doesn’t Michael already know?
“It is a secret that is passed from woman to woman, those who marry Kandahar Warriors”
“Who is that, Kandahar?”
“Michael is, well sort of. I don’t remember much, just what the old woman at the temple told me. Funny yesterday I had no memory of that and today it is clear as a bell.” Isabel took a deep breath and lay on her side next to Michael.
“Do I have to take a blood oath or something?”
“No just your word.”
“Okay I won’t say anything outside of these walls to anyone? But can’t Michael hear us?”
“No he is in his own world.”
“What?”
“I will explain in due time.” Isabel brushed Michael’s hair out of his face. He was breathing easily now, his color looked better. “I have your word right?”
“Yes.”
“Good. When I married Rath I was taught that a warrior, as strong as he appears on the battlefield, is still mortal flesh and suffers the same problems physically and mentally as the rest of society has, only some are greater in intensity.” Isabel paused waiting to see if Maria was with her.
“I do not understand?”
Isabel nodded and tried a different approach, “When Rath would come off the battlefield either Max or I would get him and stay with him healing wounds, both mental and physical.”
“Mental?”
“Yes they called it today battle stress or fatigue something like that… I think. Anyway, that appears to be what he is experiencing right now. It is as if he is in shock. His body needs release from the physical abuse he went through with the rapist but his mind is not home.”
“Not home?”
“Right!” Maria looked puzzled. Therefore, Isabel continued, “One French Fry short of a Happy Meal. .. His elevator doesn't go up to the top floor. ... He's not playing with a full deck of cards. ... He does not have both oars in the water. ... The porch light is on but nobody is home. Do you want me to continue?
“You mean he’s nuts?”
“Sort of.” Isabel was still playing with his hair as he moaned and shifted his body. “Right now we need to heal him and you have to help.”
“Me? Why?”
“You are connected to Michael and me to Rath; they both have to be healed.” Isabel looked over at Maria. “Michael needs release, he is in pain. Do you understand?”
“We are not going to have sex are we?” Maria indicated her and Isabel.
“Sort of.”
“What ?” Maria shriek as she jumped up.
“Jeesh can’t take a joke anymore,” Isabel smirked as she placed her hand on Michael’s head. “Watch and learn.” Isabel held out her other hand. “Be careful where you step.” Maria placed her hand in Isabel’s.
Suddenly Maria was in a room, a red room, a blood inspired red room. The walls were dripping blood and blood splattered the floor. However, the color was not the color one sees when their finger gets cuts, but a bright primary red.
Isabel was next to her still holding her hand. Looking down they saw the blood coming towards where they were standing. Carefully maneuvering to a dry spot the girls looked all around them.
“Like I said be careful where you walk.”
“Isabel where are we?”
“Welcome to the wonderful mind of one Michael Guerin / TellymonRath.”
“TellymonRath?”
“Yes Rath’s real name.”
Maria giggled, “It sounds funny.”
“Why?” shouted out a deep voice.
Maria jumped and turned around there stood two figures across the room, a river of blood separated them from the girls. One was her Michael the other was dressed in black, with silver eyes and long platinum blonde hair. He was gorgeous, almost as good looking as her Michael was.
“Why is it funny?” The stranger asked.
Michael just stood there with his arms crossed; he was semi-transparent in the light.
“Why does my name sound funny? Like Maria is any prize of a name on Antar.”
“You are Rath?”
“I am the warrior Prince TellymonRath. Your husband’s alter ego, the better half I might add.” Rath smirked at Michael. “Pleased to meet you Maria.” He said with a slight bow of his body, “You are a great beauty with fire in your soul. Michael has good taste. I will be very please to be your husband as well.” Rath smiled very seductively at Maria as he winked and then added, “But my name is not funny sounding.”
“Prince?” Maria took a step forward to get a better look at the two. ‘He certainly did not act like the Rath from New York, Michael’s duplicate.’ thought Maria.
“Yes, what did you think I was some foot soldier in the military?” Turning to Michael, “Did not you tell her anything Michael?”
Michael shrugged his shoulders, “Really didn’t remember much until now, and figured she really did not care to know.”
“Of course I care. Michael I love you.”
“You do even after I lied and hid the truth from you.”
“Well you have to admit what you did in my opinion was wrong, really wrong mister. But I still love you.”
Michael smiled softly as he started walking back into the blackness.
“Michael wait! Don’t go.”
Suddenly she and Isabel were in a maze made of giant floor to ceiling paintings. They were images of Michael’s life both past and present. Most were drenched in the red paint, Isabel and Maria started walking seeing Rath up ahead of them as if he was guiding them. As they turned, a corner they ran into a dead-end. Rath stood before a painting of Maria and Michael at the granolith chamber when he admitted for the first time he needed people and thanked Maria.
“Did you know Michael loves you very much? He needs you now to heal him, although I doubt he will ever admit it.”
The painting behind him dissolved as Rath walked onwards, the paintings on each side of them contain elements, fragments of a tortured, demented mind. There were disemboweled bodies from wars long ago, screaming faces, spirits, dead trees, burning homes, disembodied souls, fire blots, lightening, and more blood, this time the real thing.
Black foul smelling water began to close in on their feet. “Rath send back the Dark Waters,” ordered Isabel.
“I cannot. We are too far gone.” Michael appeared once again off to the side as the waters elevated themselves covering Rath and Michael’s knees. Isabel held the waters back with her shield as the boys were slowly engulf. “You both have to save us together.”
“How? What do we do?” screamed Maria.
“Show Michael love and hope he responds,” Rath started fading, becoming transparent as Michael became more opaque. Soon only Michael was left. The waters were up to his neck. His eyes look sad as he silently begged for Isabel and Maria to help him. Tears fell down his face as Isabel broke the connection.
“What did you break it,” Maria pounced on Isabel.
“I could no longer hold back the evil, if it had touched our feet, we would be locked in there with Michael forever.”
“So now what?”
“Well that was lesson one, getting into Michael’s mind.”
“Michael told he never let anyone dream walk him or get into his mind. How did you do that?”
“Now you know the secret that no one must know.” Isabel looked Maria directly in the eye. “I was given the ability to enter Rath’s mind without his knowledge, to save him, like today.” Isabel then looked down on Michael face as she felt his forehead. He was calm, but she could feel the burning just under his skin. “Even Michael does not know I can do this, I have never hurt him, but there are times I have to. Understand?”
“Yes, Is his mind always like that?”
“No this is the worse I have ever seen,” admitted Isabel. “Maybe it’s different with Max.” Isabel began stroking Michael’s cheek trying to wake him. “Now for lesson two.” She bent down and kissed his cheek, “Michael,” she whispered, “Wake up come on you can do it,” she said gently.
Maria roiled her eyes and laughed, “That is no way to wake up Michael.”
“Ok, then you show me.”
“Michael come on baby wake up.” Maria started to run her hands up and down his chest, letting them linger in different places where she caressed the muscle. “Michael,” she blew into his ear and her hands went lower brushing along the lower part of his abdomen. He started to stir, moaning. Maria then leaned forward and kissed his neck as Michael moved giving her more access. Slowly his eyes opened as Maria sat back up. “Hi there sleepyhead.”
Maria smiled triumphantly at Isabel.
“All right you win round two. Are you up for lesson three?” Isabel reached over and caressed Michael’s cheek, drawing his eyes to look at her. “Michael? Rath?”
Michael looked at Isabel as his mind began to clear a little, then he felt the pain once again in his groin as he moan and growled in pain. “I need you both so much please.” He wanted to jack off but could not, he tried to move his arms they were so sore and he was still so tired from the ordeal. He closed his eyes again.
Isabel understood that Michael needed to be taken care of first physically and then mentally and she was going too made sure, it was done. She proceeded to lower the lights and cause the air to fill with floral perfume. She then expanded the full bed into a large king, covering almost the whole room.
Leaning over to Michael, she spoke softly “Michael wake up, Rath time wake up.”
Michael again opened his eyes as they adjusted to the dim light. The room was quiet and comfortable, he breathe in the fresh flowers. “Vilandra,” he whispered.
“Yes my love,” she was playing with his hair, “Maria is here also.”
Michael turned his head to Maria, her hand next to his head; he moved and kissed her open palm. “I am so sorry, so sorry for what I have caused…”
“Shh Michael,” Maria said as she kissed him deeply.
‘Well that was lesson four How to Shut Michael Up,’ snickered Isabel in her mind. She watched as Maria kissed Michael, noticing that he was already full downstairs. She leaned over and proceeded to nibbled at his ear, talking softly, as her hand sought out Maria’s. Taking it, she guided them both downward, removing the towel from their way.
Maria broke the kiss when Isabel grabbed her hand, she looked first at Isabel who was busy nuzzling Michael’s ear as Maria crinkled up her nose and then at where their hands were heading. Michael’s cock was large and throbbing, almost purple in color. Michael moan from the lost of her mouth and turned his head as Isabel grabbed a kiss.
Reaching their destination Isabel placed Maria’s hand around Michael’s cock covering it with her own. She then proceeded to move both of their hands up and down together as one unit. Isabel was moaning into Michael’s mouth, the feeling was becoming overwhelming. Slowly a blue glow emitted from Isabel’s hand and started to envelope Maria’s hand as well as Michael’s cock.
Maria could feel the alien rush go through her like a tornado. She was on fire, her insides were burning for Michael and in some weird mind blowing way she was not repulsed by what she and Isabel were doing to Michael.
Michael was moaning deep, his hips were bucking into the air as Maria continued to watch their hands fascinated as they pumped Michael’s cock. Isabel’s fingers would flick over his tip occasionally causing him to moan even louder and buck.
When Maria looked up and over to Isabel she found her kissing Michael, their tongues intertwined. Feeling more than a little jealous Maria began to caress and lick Michael’s very sensitive nipples. She was extra careful not to harm the skin after what had happened to him. Michael growled, Maria cold feel his cock grow larger and harden more. She knew he was ready to come.
Isabel broke the kiss getting ready for the outcome of her and Maria’s ministrations. Maria took the advantage and kissed Michael wanting to feel him when he exploded.
Isabel was breathing heavily, the alien sex drive was incredible when awaked, and she yearned for more. She looked at her and Maria’s joined hands as she increased the speed.
She would love at the minute to take the head in her mouth, but she figured Maria would balk quite verbally. So she slowly released her hand as Maria keep up the pace and let her fingers drop and caress his injured balls, Isabel tenderly rubbed them as she drew patterns in the skin. She felt the skin become taut and then she felt the rumble begin. He shot up like Old Faithful; Isabel grabbed the towel and used it as a sperm catcher. She once again placed her hand over Maria rather slippery ones and helped to milk him dry.
Michael was moaning and growling into Maria’s mouth, he still could not move his arms much denying him the pleasure of her full breasts in his mouth. He felt the pressure mount and finally the pain died as he came. Maria removed her hand as she moved them to wrap them around his body, massaging his sore and tender body. She was enjoying the kiss even though she was still angry with him.
Isabel cleaned up the semen from the bed and their clothes before she snuggled up with Michael; he was on his side still kissing Maria. Rubbing his aching back and looking for any wounds that may have opened when he was bucking his hips, Isabel noticed the faint outline of the hawk feathers; he was changing into Rath, no more like a cross between Rath and Michael. She traced the faint outline with her fingertip, she could barley feel the subtle texture. She kissed his shoulders, as he arced into her. Isabel continued her movement downward checking his skin for blood.
Michael felt as if he was lost in a cloud somewhere, the pan had subsided but he was still wanting, Max had pushed him beyond endurance and Michael needed to feel that he was stilled loved and wanted by someone. Isabel and Maria were filling that void in his soul, healing him slowly.
Isabel was still rubbing and caressing his back as she found her way down his ass checking the region for reopened wounds. She was please to find none, even though the marks were still there as well as the damaged and bruised muscle fibers, Michael at least had stopped bleeding. Isabel felt him bucking towards her, as he still needed sex. She knew that the rapist triggered his need but failed to provide the release in the encounter. Isabel knew what she had to do but felt as though she would be raping him all over again, no matter how gentle she was.
“Maria, can you stop lip locking for a second, Michael lay face down.”
Maria broke off the kiss and looked over Michael’s shoulder at Isabel. “Is there something wrong?”
“No just some more unfinished business. Come here where I am on that side”. Maria slid out from under Michael as he growled and dropped onto his face. He slid back into his private domain.
“Great Isabel he is gone again.”
“That’s okay, now listen carefully. Antarian ales are different from human males.” Maria gave her the-come–on-even-I-knew-that-look. “What I am trying to say is that Michael has a remnant of an ancient Antarian gland in his system. This gland provides pleasure just the human prostrate does when touched, as well as providing lubrication during sex.”
Maria looked puzzled, “Why would Michael need lubrication there when we are making love.”
“Not you nor me.” Isabel stopped and took a deep breath, Maria was going to get the shock of her life ”another male.”
“What are you telling me? Michael is gay. No way!”
“Antarian males, especially those of the royal line, have this gland and enjoy sex with other Antarian males. The vast majority take a male lover, sometimes a confident.”
“No. No no no no.” Maria was shaking her head.
“In Rath’s case he was bonded as a confident to …”
“No don’t say it Isabel.” Mara was up on her knees staring down at Michael, tears were forming in her eyes.
“To Zan.”
Maria put her hands over her ears, and started to sing “lalalalalalalalal..”
Isabel took down her hands, “Maria grow up. You wanted a relationship with Michael. Will this is the ‘for worse’ part of marriage.” Isabel’s voice was very stern; this was no joke to her. “Zan and Rath are bonded confidents in their last life and I would not be surprised to see they bond once again.”
“Oh my god that motel room where they were asleep together when we walked in.”
“Maria they were asleep nothing else.”
“Whew!”
“Does this bother you?”
“Yes not you?”
“I am sharing my husband with another wife and my brother. No why should anything bother me.” Isabel stated flatly.
Book 1: Section 3: Chapter 1: Part 6B of 6ABC
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 3: Life Goes On
Chapter 1: Where The Hell Is Michael Now?
~ Aftermath (cont)~
“What?”
Isabel took off her shoes and climbed up on the bed next to Michael who was back in his own world for a visit. She indicated for Maria to do the same. Once Maria was comfortable on the other side of Michael, Isabel began.
“What I am going to tell you never leaves this room. You are not to mention it to Liz, Kyle or even Michael Got it?”
“What about Max?”
“He sort of knows everything, learned it the hard way. There is one small item you will have to keep secret; I will tell you later what that is.”
“Why doesn’t Michael already know?
“It is a secret that is passed from woman to woman, those who marry Kandahar Warriors”
“Who is that, Kandahar?”
“Michael is, well sort of. I don’t remember much, just what the old woman at the temple told me. Funny yesterday I had no memory of that and today it is clear as a bell.” Isabel took a deep breath and lay on her side next to Michael.
“Do I have to take a blood oath or something?”
“No just your word.”
“Okay I won’t say anything outside of these walls to anyone? But can’t Michael hear us?”
“No he is in his own world.”
“What?”
“I will explain in due time.” Isabel brushed Michael’s hair out of his face. He was breathing easily now, his color looked better. “I have your word right?”
“Yes.”
“Good. When I married Rath I was taught that a warrior, as strong as he appears on the battlefield, is still mortal flesh and suffers the same problems physically and mentally as the rest of society has, only some are greater in intensity.” Isabel paused waiting to see if Maria was with her.
“I do not understand?”
Isabel nodded and tried a different approach, “When Rath would come off the battlefield either Max or I would get him and stay with him healing wounds, both mental and physical.”
“Mental?”
“Yes they called it today battle stress or fatigue something like that… I think. Anyway, that appears to be what he is experiencing right now. It is as if he is in shock. His body needs release from the physical abuse he went through with the rapist but his mind is not home.”
“Not home?”
“Right!” Maria looked puzzled. Therefore, Isabel continued, “One French Fry short of a Happy Meal. .. His elevator doesn't go up to the top floor. ... He's not playing with a full deck of cards. ... He does not have both oars in the water. ... The porch light is on but nobody is home. Do you want me to continue?
“You mean he’s nuts?”
“Sort of.” Isabel was still playing with his hair as he moaned and shifted his body. “Right now we need to heal him and you have to help.”
“Me? Why?”
“You are connected to Michael and me to Rath; they both have to be healed.” Isabel looked over at Maria. “Michael needs release, he is in pain. Do you understand?”
“We are not going to have sex are we?” Maria indicated her and Isabel.
“Sort of.”
“What ?” Maria shriek as she jumped up.
“Jeesh can’t take a joke anymore,” Isabel smirked as she placed her hand on Michael’s head. “Watch and learn.” Isabel held out her other hand. “Be careful where you step.” Maria placed her hand in Isabel’s.
Suddenly Maria was in a room, a red room, a blood inspired red room. The walls were dripping blood and blood splattered the floor. However, the color was not the color one sees when their finger gets cuts, but a bright primary red.
Isabel was next to her still holding her hand. Looking down they saw the blood coming towards where they were standing. Carefully maneuvering to a dry spot the girls looked all around them.
“Like I said be careful where you walk.”
“Isabel where are we?”
“Welcome to the wonderful mind of one Michael Guerin / TellymonRath.”
“TellymonRath?”
“Yes Rath’s real name.”
Maria giggled, “It sounds funny.”
“Why?” shouted out a deep voice.
Maria jumped and turned around there stood two figures across the room, a river of blood separated them from the girls. One was her Michael the other was dressed in black, with silver eyes and long platinum blonde hair. He was gorgeous, almost as good looking as her Michael was.
“Why is it funny?” The stranger asked.
Michael just stood there with his arms crossed; he was semi-transparent in the light.
“Why does my name sound funny? Like Maria is any prize of a name on Antar.”
“You are Rath?”
“I am the warrior Prince TellymonRath. Your husband’s alter ego, the better half I might add.” Rath smirked at Michael. “Pleased to meet you Maria.” He said with a slight bow of his body, “You are a great beauty with fire in your soul. Michael has good taste. I will be very please to be your husband as well.” Rath smiled very seductively at Maria as he winked and then added, “But my name is not funny sounding.”
“Prince?” Maria took a step forward to get a better look at the two. ‘He certainly did not act like the Rath from New York, Michael’s duplicate.’ thought Maria.
“Yes, what did you think I was some foot soldier in the military?” Turning to Michael, “Did not you tell her anything Michael?”
Michael shrugged his shoulders, “Really didn’t remember much until now, and figured she really did not care to know.”
“Of course I care. Michael I love you.”
“You do even after I lied and hid the truth from you.”
“Well you have to admit what you did in my opinion was wrong, really wrong mister. But I still love you.”
Michael smiled softly as he started walking back into the blackness.
“Michael wait! Don’t go.”
Suddenly she and Isabel were in a maze made of giant floor to ceiling paintings. They were images of Michael’s life both past and present. Most were drenched in the red paint, Isabel and Maria started walking seeing Rath up ahead of them as if he was guiding them. As they turned, a corner they ran into a dead-end. Rath stood before a painting of Maria and Michael at the granolith chamber when he admitted for the first time he needed people and thanked Maria.
“Did you know Michael loves you very much? He needs you now to heal him, although I doubt he will ever admit it.”
The painting behind him dissolved as Rath walked onwards, the paintings on each side of them contain elements, fragments of a tortured, demented mind. There were disemboweled bodies from wars long ago, screaming faces, spirits, dead trees, burning homes, disembodied souls, fire blots, lightening, and more blood, this time the real thing.
Black foul smelling water began to close in on their feet. “Rath send back the Dark Waters,” ordered Isabel.
“I cannot. We are too far gone.” Michael appeared once again off to the side as the waters elevated themselves covering Rath and Michael’s knees. Isabel held the waters back with her shield as the boys were slowly engulf. “You both have to save us together.”
“How? What do we do?” screamed Maria.
“Show Michael love and hope he responds,” Rath started fading, becoming transparent as Michael became more opaque. Soon only Michael was left. The waters were up to his neck. His eyes look sad as he silently begged for Isabel and Maria to help him. Tears fell down his face as Isabel broke the connection.
“What did you break it,” Maria pounced on Isabel.
“I could no longer hold back the evil, if it had touched our feet, we would be locked in there with Michael forever.”
“So now what?”
“Well that was lesson one, getting into Michael’s mind.”
“Michael told he never let anyone dream walk him or get into his mind. How did you do that?”
“Now you know the secret that no one must know.” Isabel looked Maria directly in the eye. “I was given the ability to enter Rath’s mind without his knowledge, to save him, like today.” Isabel then looked down on Michael face as she felt his forehead. He was calm, but she could feel the burning just under his skin. “Even Michael does not know I can do this, I have never hurt him, but there are times I have to. Understand?”
“Yes, Is his mind always like that?”
“No this is the worse I have ever seen,” admitted Isabel. “Maybe it’s different with Max.” Isabel began stroking Michael’s cheek trying to wake him. “Now for lesson two.” She bent down and kissed his cheek, “Michael,” she whispered, “Wake up come on you can do it,” she said gently.
Maria roiled her eyes and laughed, “That is no way to wake up Michael.”
“Ok, then you show me.”
“Michael come on baby wake up.” Maria started to run her hands up and down his chest, letting them linger in different places where she caressed the muscle. “Michael,” she blew into his ear and her hands went lower brushing along the lower part of his abdomen. He started to stir, moaning. Maria then leaned forward and kissed his neck as Michael moved giving her more access. Slowly his eyes opened as Maria sat back up. “Hi there sleepyhead.”
Maria smiled triumphantly at Isabel.
“All right you win round two. Are you up for lesson three?” Isabel reached over and caressed Michael’s cheek, drawing his eyes to look at her. “Michael? Rath?”
Michael looked at Isabel as his mind began to clear a little, then he felt the pain once again in his groin as he moan and growled in pain. “I need you both so much please.” He wanted to jack off but could not, he tried to move his arms they were so sore and he was still so tired from the ordeal. He closed his eyes again.
Isabel understood that Michael needed to be taken care of first physically and then mentally and she was going too made sure, it was done. She proceeded to lower the lights and cause the air to fill with floral perfume. She then expanded the full bed into a large king, covering almost the whole room.
Leaning over to Michael, she spoke softly “Michael wake up, Rath time wake up.”
Michael again opened his eyes as they adjusted to the dim light. The room was quiet and comfortable, he breathe in the fresh flowers. “Vilandra,” he whispered.
“Yes my love,” she was playing with his hair, “Maria is here also.”
Michael turned his head to Maria, her hand next to his head; he moved and kissed her open palm. “I am so sorry, so sorry for what I have caused…”
“Shh Michael,” Maria said as she kissed him deeply.
‘Well that was lesson four How to Shut Michael Up,’ snickered Isabel in her mind. She watched as Maria kissed Michael, noticing that he was already full downstairs. She leaned over and proceeded to nibbled at his ear, talking softly, as her hand sought out Maria’s. Taking it, she guided them both downward, removing the towel from their way.
Maria broke the kiss when Isabel grabbed her hand, she looked first at Isabel who was busy nuzzling Michael’s ear as Maria crinkled up her nose and then at where their hands were heading. Michael’s cock was large and throbbing, almost purple in color. Michael moan from the lost of her mouth and turned his head as Isabel grabbed a kiss.
Reaching their destination Isabel placed Maria’s hand around Michael’s cock covering it with her own. She then proceeded to move both of their hands up and down together as one unit. Isabel was moaning into Michael’s mouth, the feeling was becoming overwhelming. Slowly a blue glow emitted from Isabel’s hand and started to envelope Maria’s hand as well as Michael’s cock.
Maria could feel the alien rush go through her like a tornado. She was on fire, her insides were burning for Michael and in some weird mind blowing way she was not repulsed by what she and Isabel were doing to Michael.
Michael was moaning deep, his hips were bucking into the air as Maria continued to watch their hands fascinated as they pumped Michael’s cock. Isabel’s fingers would flick over his tip occasionally causing him to moan even louder and buck.
When Maria looked up and over to Isabel she found her kissing Michael, their tongues intertwined. Feeling more than a little jealous Maria began to caress and lick Michael’s very sensitive nipples. She was extra careful not to harm the skin after what had happened to him. Michael growled, Maria cold feel his cock grow larger and harden more. She knew he was ready to come.
Isabel broke the kiss getting ready for the outcome of her and Maria’s ministrations. Maria took the advantage and kissed Michael wanting to feel him when he exploded.
Isabel was breathing heavily, the alien sex drive was incredible when awaked, and she yearned for more. She looked at her and Maria’s joined hands as she increased the speed.
She would love at the minute to take the head in her mouth, but she figured Maria would balk quite verbally. So she slowly released her hand as Maria keep up the pace and let her fingers drop and caress his injured balls, Isabel tenderly rubbed them as she drew patterns in the skin. She felt the skin become taut and then she felt the rumble begin. He shot up like Old Faithful; Isabel grabbed the towel and used it as a sperm catcher. She once again placed her hand over Maria rather slippery ones and helped to milk him dry.
Michael was moaning and growling into Maria’s mouth, he still could not move his arms much denying him the pleasure of her full breasts in his mouth. He felt the pressure mount and finally the pain died as he came. Maria removed her hand as she moved them to wrap them around his body, massaging his sore and tender body. She was enjoying the kiss even though she was still angry with him.
Isabel cleaned up the semen from the bed and their clothes before she snuggled up with Michael; he was on his side still kissing Maria. Rubbing his aching back and looking for any wounds that may have opened when he was bucking his hips, Isabel noticed the faint outline of the hawk feathers; he was changing into Rath, no more like a cross between Rath and Michael. She traced the faint outline with her fingertip, she could barley feel the subtle texture. She kissed his shoulders, as he arced into her. Isabel continued her movement downward checking his skin for blood.
Michael felt as if he was lost in a cloud somewhere, the pan had subsided but he was still wanting, Max had pushed him beyond endurance and Michael needed to feel that he was stilled loved and wanted by someone. Isabel and Maria were filling that void in his soul, healing him slowly.
Isabel was still rubbing and caressing his back as she found her way down his ass checking the region for reopened wounds. She was please to find none, even though the marks were still there as well as the damaged and bruised muscle fibers, Michael at least had stopped bleeding. Isabel felt him bucking towards her, as he still needed sex. She knew that the rapist triggered his need but failed to provide the release in the encounter. Isabel knew what she had to do but felt as though she would be raping him all over again, no matter how gentle she was.
“Maria, can you stop lip locking for a second, Michael lay face down.”
Maria broke off the kiss and looked over Michael’s shoulder at Isabel. “Is there something wrong?”
“No just some more unfinished business. Come here where I am on that side”. Maria slid out from under Michael as he growled and dropped onto his face. He slid back into his private domain.
“Great Isabel he is gone again.”
“That’s okay, now listen carefully. Antarian ales are different from human males.” Maria gave her the-come–on-even-I-knew-that-look. “What I am trying to say is that Michael has a remnant of an ancient Antarian gland in his system. This gland provides pleasure just the human prostrate does when touched, as well as providing lubrication during sex.”
Maria looked puzzled, “Why would Michael need lubrication there when we are making love.”
“Not you nor me.” Isabel stopped and took a deep breath, Maria was going to get the shock of her life ”another male.”
“What are you telling me? Michael is gay. No way!”
“Antarian males, especially those of the royal line, have this gland and enjoy sex with other Antarian males. The vast majority take a male lover, sometimes a confident.”
“No. No no no no.” Maria was shaking her head.
“In Rath’s case he was bonded as a confident to …”
“No don’t say it Isabel.” Mara was up on her knees staring down at Michael, tears were forming in her eyes.
“To Zan.”
Maria put her hands over her ears, and started to sing “lalalalalalalalal..”
Isabel took down her hands, “Maria grow up. You wanted a relationship with Michael. Will this is the ‘for worse’ part of marriage.” Isabel’s voice was very stern; this was no joke to her. “Zan and Rath are bonded confidents in their last life and I would not be surprised to see they bond once again.”
“Oh my god that motel room where they were asleep together when we walked in.”
“Maria they were asleep nothing else.”
“Whew!”
“Does this bother you?”
“Yes not you?”
“I am sharing my husband with another wife and my brother. No why should anything bother me.” Isabel stated flatly.
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Book 1: Section 3: Chapter 1: Part 6C of 6ABC
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 3: Life Goes On
Chapter 1: Where The Hell Is Michael Now?
~ Aftermath (cont.) ~
Isabel sighed and looked around the room. It had to be done or Michael would be uncomfortable as the pressure built up and became painful; once again. Until he found release and experienced the alien orgasm, the pain would just continue. She sure in the hell was not going to call Max or Kyle to do the part needed, that was the last thing Michael needed, any male around. Isabel felt his head again making a connection, she could tell he was slipping further into the darkness; his physical needs were outweighing his senses and ability to think clearly.
Time that Maria learned to act like an adult and quit playing house, on Antar she would now be considered a Royal Princess and would be expected to maintain dignity and social grace in the face of danger. Isabel shook her head imagining Maria at court; she is so flightily, the old bitty gossips mongrels will have a field day with her.
There was much Maria to learn, but for now, Isabel kept the information on a need to know basis. Maria would learn soon enough of TellymonRath’s sever psychological and dependent problems that were keep concealed from Antar, the military, and even members of the Royal Family; only she and Zan knew the truth, and even then much was kept hidden one to the other.
No time left, Isabel felt the pain rise again in Michael. “Maria give me your hand…”
The girls jumped when a loud thump shook the door, “Isabel! Open the door. It’s me Max.”
Isabel motioned for Maria to cover Michael while she went to the door. Unsealing she opened it and stepped out into the hallway, closing the door behind her. Max and Liz were standing there; the evidence from the nightmare was still in full view. Kyle was off to the side of the hallway entrance watching.
“Let me in to see Michel,” demanded Max. “Is he okay? What happened?”
“What happened? Some animal viciously rape and left him bleeding.” Liz winced at the words, while Max’s face went pale. “He is resting right now.”
“Where is Maria,” asked Liz.
“She is in there with Michael,” answered Isabel indicating the room behind her.
“Move to the side I want to see him,” ordered Max.
“No you cannot see him until tomorrow. The last thing I need is for him to be upset again. Maria and I just got him calm.”
“I can help heal him.”
“I healed all the minor cuts, he is sore and the muscle may be bruised or damaged slightly but there is no internal damage. He just needs to rest. You can heal the muscles and bruises tomorrow.”
“Isabel I want to see Michael now, step away,” Max took a step towards Isabel, intending on moving her if needed.
“No Max, I forbid it.”
“What?”
“It is my right to forbid anyone to see my husband when I so choose and I do. You will have to wait until tomorrow.”
Max stared down his sister, but Isabel would not be moved, she had Michael best interest at heart. She was a fierce mother bear when it came to protecting Michael.
“Tomorrow then… early” stressed Max.
Isabel nodded and went back into the room and sealed the door.
“Is Max mad?”
“A little, he wants to see Michael now.” Isabel removed the sheet from Michael and began to rub his back and butt muscles.
“Why do you have the right on who Michael sees?”
“Because it is a right I was granted upon marriage. You have that right also, to deny any entrance except for me of course. It is another way to protect him when he is in this state.”
“But Max knows about him and what to do. He could finish what needs to be done, if that is what Michael needs not to be in pain.” Maria noticed some faint flashes of green tinted surges ripple across Michael’s back as his muscle tensed.
“Max is a male, and Michael was raped by a male. I do not think Max is a good idea right now.”
“Oh right,” Maria said softly as she helped to massage Michael, as he groaned at their hands and shifted his weight.
“Back to business,” Isabel moved in between Michael’s legs, gently spreading them as wide as she could for him still to be comfortable. She could tell his joints were sore from being held in a spread eagle position for what had to be a long time.
“Give me your hand.” Isabel trimmed her nail again and did Maria’s likewise. “You don’t want to scrape him up do you?”
Maria eyes got big at what that meant, “You mean…?”
“Yes,” as Isabel lubricated their fingers. Holding Maria’s hand with her index finger on top of Maria’s, Isabel slowly entered Michael as he stirred and woke up.
“Oh god,” he mumbled and shifted his hips up.
“It’s okay Tellymon; it is just me and Maria. I want you to let go, we are here to catch you when you fall, just let go of the pain.” Isabel then placed her other hand on his spinal cord at the base of his pelvic region and send a pulse up.
“What are you doing?”
“I am sending memories, feelings, love, pleasure, desire, anything that will positively reinforce his shattered ego.”
“Great just what Michael needs his ego inflated more.”
Isabel looked at Maria “Both Michael and Tellymon appear to be fearless warriors, needing no one, obnoxious, arrogant, self absorbed egotists. In many ways, they are, but 75 percent of it is all show. He is more fragile than a pregnant woman is. It does not take much to damage his shell, what do you think the walls are for? To protect himself from the outside world, but who protects him from himself? Me and now you also.”
Isabel held Maria hand tight, slowly, ever so gently, she moved their fingers against the backside of the canal. There she stopped, just barley inside and pressed Maria’s finger into the alien gland. Maria could feel moisture as she lightly petted the area. “This is the alien gland; do you feel the wetness Maria?”
Maria nodded as they continued to massage and pet the area. Michael was now awake, his breathing became labored and he raised his hips, bucking gently into them. Isabel held him in place with her hand continuing to send messages.
“Looks like he likes it,” whispered Maria.
“Don’t you when he plays with you?” Isabel smirked, “the same feeling for him.”
“WOW,” gasped Maria as she finally started to understand.
Isabel moved Maria’s finger over to the other side and up until she ran across a slight bump. Michael moaned loudly as Isabel massaged the bump with Maria’s finger. “That is the prostrate.” They keep up the massage doing one then the other, going back and forth, subtly sliding in and out between the two distant points.
Isabel could feel the desire radiating off Michael, he needed more, more stimulation, more vivification, more exhilaration; he needed uncivilized, animalistic sex. He was being to thrash his body from side to side, as Isabel finally tapped into his raw power, and she could once again feel that energy as it rushed through her body. She tiled her head back, enjoying the moment as her hand kept the pace.
Maria suddenly was flooded with an incredible feeling of power, dominance, sex, desire, love, an intensity that she never experienced before. Maria looked up to see Isabel enraptured her hand Michael’s back as a blue glow started to spread over him, eventually enveloping them all. Maria looked all around her, ‘it's like being in a snow globe, a big blue glowing electrified snow globe minus the snow and the water and the scenery…’ Maria giggled at that thought.
Coming out of her lust-filled mood, Isabel once again found her voice, “Michael needs more stimulation to complete the sex act, once his body is free from the physical sex that he was denied being tied up, we can concentrate on his mental state.”
‘What was that …umm… that…”
“Oh the feeling of absolute power, dominance, godlike abilities?” Isabel stifled a giggle. ”That was Michael, that is how he feels every day. He is just use to the intense feelings.” Isabel smiled, “It feels good doesn’t it. Nothing like hot alien sex is there?” Isabel said with a wink.
“Then what is this blue stuff?” Maria pointed to the glow energy glowing all around them. “Why do you do that?”
“It is not me that is Michael’s energy, it appears when he is incapable of defending himself, and I gathered this does not happen just with the two of you.”
“No neither things.”
“Hum, must be triggered only between aliens, interesting?”
Michael moaned as he tried to rise up on his knees and forced himself onto their fingers.
Isabel understood, “Okay Maria you are on.” Isabel withdrew their fingers and cleaned off Maria.
Michael moaned louder, “No please more I am so close.”
“What?”
“Think about it? You can blow, suck, play the high five game with him. If you want to fuck him just give me some notice so I can adjust my position.” She then reentered Michael massaging him with long delicate strokes
“Isabel I can’t. Not with you here.”
“Then you do this and I will.”
‘No!”
“Maria! Enough!” Isabel sighed with disgust. “Oh Okay.” Isabel withdrew her finger as Michael moaned the loss once again.
Isabel grabbed his shoulder and rolled him over. Getting between his legs, Isabel spread them wide and grabbing a pillow, she placed it under his hips elevating them slightly. Michael’s eyes were blurred; all he could think of was finishing the act that he needed it so bad.
Isabel once again inserted her finger gently massaging the glands Michael moaned and wiggled in pleasure.
“You are not going to …” Maria’s eyes were BIG.
“You had your chance.”
Isabel placed her other hand on his cock as she started to stoke matching the tempo. The position was uncomfortable, but she adjusted herself several times until she found a compromise. Isabel was sexually aroused herself and even though she knew this was more clinical for Michael; she could not help but desire fulfillment as well.
“That’s right let go, let the feeling overtake you,” Isabel quietly spoke to Michael as her hand sought out pleasure, deftly handling his member. “Feel it, feel how my fingers are bringing you up and over the embankment.” Isabel finger flicked over his tip spreading the fluid all around. “Feel the pleasure, the sexual urge, the lust. You enjoy that, you crave that.” She added another finger to the mixture, each one found their mark to stroke. “Do you like?” She added a third as he shuddered. “Do you desire more?”
Michael moaned yes and his head cleared more, “Please Vilandra more.”
Isabel smiled and sent a surge down through his penis as he jumped slightly and then impaled himself on her fingers, as deep as they could go. “Let it go Tellymon, let go Michael, let go the violence, the anger, the hatred. We are here, no one will ever know. No one needs to know the vulnerability, the dependency, the helplessness that you felt. Give yourself to me.” Isabel voice was almost hypnotic as she induced Michael to her will.
Maria was watching, she did not know if she was upset that Isabel was way to familiar with Michael’s body parts, or if she was watching her have sex with Michael, or if it was because she was having morality issues.
‘Oh hell with it no one will know,’ thought Maria straddled Michael’s chest, holding herself up from his body by her knees. She gently tapped Isabel to move. Isabel was busy watching her hands to pay attention to Maria. She looked up surprised to see Maria face to face with her.
“My turn,” Isabel pulled back and let go of Michael’s cock as Maria bent her head down to lick the tip. Michael moaned loud and bucked up and into her mouth. Maria opened wide knowing what to expect; this was not the fist time she and Michael played the mouth organ game, she knew what he liked and proceeded to do her best, after all Isabel had to be watching and Maria was not going to look like a silly schoolgirl. Isabel wanted her grow up then she would be grown up, 'there take that Isabel and blow it out your ear’ Maria thought.
Isabel was pleased that Maria had made a decision; 'she will be a good wife for Michael in the end, if she stays through until the end'. Isabel concentrated on closing the sex act. “Give yourself over to us. All the pain will go away, you will be strong again, great, potent, formidable, stoic, unyielding, vigorous, powerful, virile, staunch. You are a great warrior like no one before and no one after you.” Isabel increased the pressure of her strokes on the glands. “Do you feel the Dark Waters receding? They fear you. You control them, you are their master, you must remember and order them back, tell the demons to dissolve. You are the great warrior TellymonRath all men fear you and bow down to you. All rejoice in your name for it means victory, justice, and peace. The Dark Waters fear you because you command and control.” Isabel could feel the power surge rise in him, he was coming around, and it will take days before he would be back to normal, but this was a beginning.
Michael was grasping the sheets; he practically knocked Maria on the floor when he bucked so hard. Isabel was concentrating on the prostrate, she could feel it contracting, “Maria, warning you he is ready.
Maria nodded and was prepared to take what he had. Suddenly she felt her mouth fill with liquid. There was a lot but she swallowed quickly and swirled her tongue around cleaning him and her mouth, he always tasted like Tabasco, at least that is what she thought.
The bed shook as his energy consume the girls, a brilliant white light flashed and exploded into a thousand diamond particles that rained down upon them. Then Maria felt her body lifting as if she was floating. Maria grabbed Isabel’s shoulder as she removed her mouth from Michael, she opened her eyes half expecting to see them floating in the air, instead she was still on the bed. The feeling was like being on the old drug LSD as described in school: she felt like she could fly.
“Feeling good?” Isabel asked as she cleaned up the area.
“Oh My God I can fly.”
Isabel laughed “No you can’t, you are getting high off Michael. Now lie down and enjoy it.” Isabel curled up with Michael kissing him. Maria slide off at and curled up on her side as she pulled the sheet up over all three of them. Soon she was asleep.
Michael stirred a light was burning a hole into his eyelid; he cracked open an eye to find himself wrapped in Isabel’s arms. ‘Oh god not again, at least Rath could let me in on the fun.’ he thought. His hands checked she had clothes on; he breathed a sigh of relief until he felt movement from behind him. Turing slightly he found Maria in the other side also snuggled in, also fully clothed. ‘What the hell?’ On the other hand, he was buck-naked. ‘Shit either I had a really good night or a really bad one,’ as he tried to clear his mind and remember what happened.
Suddenly there came a loud banging on the door, “Isabel open the door it is morning,” Max yelled.
Isabel opened up one eyelid and saw Michael awake, “Hi babe,” she kissed his cheek, “feeling better.”
“What happened?” Michael asked.
“Don’t force it, you are okay.”
The pounding continued, “I swear I am going to break Max’s hand if he does not stop,” grumbled Isabel as she got up.
“What is all that noise,“ yawned Maria. She notice Michael awake “Morning lover feeling better.”
“Yeah are you alright?”
“Slept perfect.”
Michael was beginning to feel as though he was in a time zone episode, and the whole world flipped upside down. Just yesterday, Maria and Isabel were at each other’s throat and he was in the eternal doghouse of the damned. 'What happened? ' He shook his head as he slowly pieced yesterday together.
Max shoved his way into the room past Isabel. “Michael are you okay?” Max rushed over and sat down on the bed grabbing Michael into an embrace. “I have been so worried.”
“Max?”
“No getting him upset.” Isabel reminded Max. “Heal his physical wounds, then get me we need to heal him mentally.”
“You mean the Dark Waters…”
“Yes.”
Max let Michael go as he held his hand and brushed his hand across Michael’s bruised cheek. The out of the blue, he was receiving flashes, violent flashes of the rape, flashes of the rapist, flashes of himself. ‘What the hell,’ thought Max. “Get out I want to talk to Michael alone plus I need to heal him.”
“Come on Maria lets give grumpy bear sometime with his precious Michael.” Isabel stuck out her tongue behind Max’s back.
Maria giggled “and you said I have to grow up,”
Isabel just shrugged, “We all have our little quirks.”
Max sealed the door behind them, then turned and demanded of Michael. “What the hell was that Michael? Why did you send me those false memory flashes?
“What are you talking about Max?”
“Why are you accusing me of doing that to you?”
Michel sat up in bed and held his head. He then remembered, he remembered it all; walking in, the soda can, the rape, Max hitting him, tying him up, raping him and leaving him there to die.
‘You son-of-a-bitch, it was you. You raped me and left me to bleed to death.” Michael looked t him, he was so hurt, his soul felt violated, shredded in pieces.
“No it wasn’t me. I was gone with Liz to dinner and a movie.”
“No I came home early, you drugged me and then raped me, because…” Michael held his head the headaches had begun. “…because Rath had an affair with Tran, something I do not even remember.” The pounding was increasing, the voices said take what is yours, kill him he will kill you. “You rape me for something that happened 70, 100 years ago. Oh shit how could you?”
“You are the one who is lying, you are trying to warp my mind, trick me just like Tess. You want me in to believe this lie. I never hurt you.”
“You fucking bastard you are calling me a liar, that it is my fault, I made this up.” Michael could not believe that Max was saying this, he had to believe, he had to know what he had done.
Max was incensed how dare Michael accuse him of such a violent act. Max came right up to Michael’s face, towered over him, his fist drawn, “I should have killed you that day. You are a liar, a no good betrayer. You killed us on Antar; it had to be you not Ki’var. You are the enemy you have proved it today. I disown you, I never want to see your face again, I hate you.” Max then left, the room and slammed the door on his way out of the apartment.
Michael was reeling from the words; they ripped through him like a knife spilling all the work the girls had done onto the floor. ‘Max was right I am no good; why else did I end up with Hank. Evil people deserve what they get; I deserved what Hank did to me. I deserved what Max did to me.’
Michael got off the bed and got dressed. ‘Max is right I should be dead, I must have killed them.’ Michael always held this fear it was he that killed Vilandra and Zan because of his temper and the power he had. ‘Oh my god I killed them didn’t I’. The pounding took over, Michael had no one; Max had rejected him, Vilandra left him, Maria walked out on him. All the love Maria and Isabel showed Michael the previous night was wipe out with three short words I hate you.
Michael walked out of the room.
“Michael where are you going?” questioned Kyle.
“To work I have to pick my paycheck.” Michael’s voice was very flat and monotone.
“Hey wait until the girls get out of the bathrooms and they will go with you.”
“No I am okay. I will only be a few minutes.”
“Let me go with you.”
“No. Thanks for trying to help.”
Michael walked out the door and got on his bike. He drove to the open road, never to return.
~The chasm closed trapping them forever in Hell ~
Book 1: Section 3: Chapter 1: Part 6C of 6ABC
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 3: Life Goes On
Chapter 1: Where The Hell Is Michael Now?
~ Aftermath (cont.) ~
Isabel sighed and looked around the room. It had to be done or Michael would be uncomfortable as the pressure built up and became painful; once again. Until he found release and experienced the alien orgasm, the pain would just continue. She sure in the hell was not going to call Max or Kyle to do the part needed, that was the last thing Michael needed, any male around. Isabel felt his head again making a connection, she could tell he was slipping further into the darkness; his physical needs were outweighing his senses and ability to think clearly.
Time that Maria learned to act like an adult and quit playing house, on Antar she would now be considered a Royal Princess and would be expected to maintain dignity and social grace in the face of danger. Isabel shook her head imagining Maria at court; she is so flightily, the old bitty gossips mongrels will have a field day with her.
There was much Maria to learn, but for now, Isabel kept the information on a need to know basis. Maria would learn soon enough of TellymonRath’s sever psychological and dependent problems that were keep concealed from Antar, the military, and even members of the Royal Family; only she and Zan knew the truth, and even then much was kept hidden one to the other.
No time left, Isabel felt the pain rise again in Michael. “Maria give me your hand…”
The girls jumped when a loud thump shook the door, “Isabel! Open the door. It’s me Max.”
Isabel motioned for Maria to cover Michael while she went to the door. Unsealing she opened it and stepped out into the hallway, closing the door behind her. Max and Liz were standing there; the evidence from the nightmare was still in full view. Kyle was off to the side of the hallway entrance watching.
“Let me in to see Michel,” demanded Max. “Is he okay? What happened?”
“What happened? Some animal viciously rape and left him bleeding.” Liz winced at the words, while Max’s face went pale. “He is resting right now.”
“Where is Maria,” asked Liz.
“She is in there with Michael,” answered Isabel indicating the room behind her.
“Move to the side I want to see him,” ordered Max.
“No you cannot see him until tomorrow. The last thing I need is for him to be upset again. Maria and I just got him calm.”
“I can help heal him.”
“I healed all the minor cuts, he is sore and the muscle may be bruised or damaged slightly but there is no internal damage. He just needs to rest. You can heal the muscles and bruises tomorrow.”
“Isabel I want to see Michael now, step away,” Max took a step towards Isabel, intending on moving her if needed.
“No Max, I forbid it.”
“What?”
“It is my right to forbid anyone to see my husband when I so choose and I do. You will have to wait until tomorrow.”
Max stared down his sister, but Isabel would not be moved, she had Michael best interest at heart. She was a fierce mother bear when it came to protecting Michael.
“Tomorrow then… early” stressed Max.
Isabel nodded and went back into the room and sealed the door.
“Is Max mad?”
“A little, he wants to see Michael now.” Isabel removed the sheet from Michael and began to rub his back and butt muscles.
“Why do you have the right on who Michael sees?”
“Because it is a right I was granted upon marriage. You have that right also, to deny any entrance except for me of course. It is another way to protect him when he is in this state.”
“But Max knows about him and what to do. He could finish what needs to be done, if that is what Michael needs not to be in pain.” Maria noticed some faint flashes of green tinted surges ripple across Michael’s back as his muscle tensed.
“Max is a male, and Michael was raped by a male. I do not think Max is a good idea right now.”
“Oh right,” Maria said softly as she helped to massage Michael, as he groaned at their hands and shifted his weight.
“Back to business,” Isabel moved in between Michael’s legs, gently spreading them as wide as she could for him still to be comfortable. She could tell his joints were sore from being held in a spread eagle position for what had to be a long time.
“Give me your hand.” Isabel trimmed her nail again and did Maria’s likewise. “You don’t want to scrape him up do you?”
Maria eyes got big at what that meant, “You mean…?”
“Yes,” as Isabel lubricated their fingers. Holding Maria’s hand with her index finger on top of Maria’s, Isabel slowly entered Michael as he stirred and woke up.
“Oh god,” he mumbled and shifted his hips up.
“It’s okay Tellymon; it is just me and Maria. I want you to let go, we are here to catch you when you fall, just let go of the pain.” Isabel then placed her other hand on his spinal cord at the base of his pelvic region and send a pulse up.
“What are you doing?”
“I am sending memories, feelings, love, pleasure, desire, anything that will positively reinforce his shattered ego.”
“Great just what Michael needs his ego inflated more.”
Isabel looked at Maria “Both Michael and Tellymon appear to be fearless warriors, needing no one, obnoxious, arrogant, self absorbed egotists. In many ways, they are, but 75 percent of it is all show. He is more fragile than a pregnant woman is. It does not take much to damage his shell, what do you think the walls are for? To protect himself from the outside world, but who protects him from himself? Me and now you also.”
Isabel held Maria hand tight, slowly, ever so gently, she moved their fingers against the backside of the canal. There she stopped, just barley inside and pressed Maria’s finger into the alien gland. Maria could feel moisture as she lightly petted the area. “This is the alien gland; do you feel the wetness Maria?”
Maria nodded as they continued to massage and pet the area. Michael was now awake, his breathing became labored and he raised his hips, bucking gently into them. Isabel held him in place with her hand continuing to send messages.
“Looks like he likes it,” whispered Maria.
“Don’t you when he plays with you?” Isabel smirked, “the same feeling for him.”
“WOW,” gasped Maria as she finally started to understand.
Isabel moved Maria’s finger over to the other side and up until she ran across a slight bump. Michael moaned loudly as Isabel massaged the bump with Maria’s finger. “That is the prostrate.” They keep up the massage doing one then the other, going back and forth, subtly sliding in and out between the two distant points.
Isabel could feel the desire radiating off Michael, he needed more, more stimulation, more vivification, more exhilaration; he needed uncivilized, animalistic sex. He was being to thrash his body from side to side, as Isabel finally tapped into his raw power, and she could once again feel that energy as it rushed through her body. She tiled her head back, enjoying the moment as her hand kept the pace.
Maria suddenly was flooded with an incredible feeling of power, dominance, sex, desire, love, an intensity that she never experienced before. Maria looked up to see Isabel enraptured her hand Michael’s back as a blue glow started to spread over him, eventually enveloping them all. Maria looked all around her, ‘it's like being in a snow globe, a big blue glowing electrified snow globe minus the snow and the water and the scenery…’ Maria giggled at that thought.
Coming out of her lust-filled mood, Isabel once again found her voice, “Michael needs more stimulation to complete the sex act, once his body is free from the physical sex that he was denied being tied up, we can concentrate on his mental state.”
‘What was that …umm… that…”
“Oh the feeling of absolute power, dominance, godlike abilities?” Isabel stifled a giggle. ”That was Michael, that is how he feels every day. He is just use to the intense feelings.” Isabel smiled, “It feels good doesn’t it. Nothing like hot alien sex is there?” Isabel said with a wink.
“Then what is this blue stuff?” Maria pointed to the glow energy glowing all around them. “Why do you do that?”
“It is not me that is Michael’s energy, it appears when he is incapable of defending himself, and I gathered this does not happen just with the two of you.”
“No neither things.”
“Hum, must be triggered only between aliens, interesting?”
Michael moaned as he tried to rise up on his knees and forced himself onto their fingers.
Isabel understood, “Okay Maria you are on.” Isabel withdrew their fingers and cleaned off Maria.
Michael moaned louder, “No please more I am so close.”
“What?”
“Think about it? You can blow, suck, play the high five game with him. If you want to fuck him just give me some notice so I can adjust my position.” She then reentered Michael massaging him with long delicate strokes
“Isabel I can’t. Not with you here.”
“Then you do this and I will.”
‘No!”
“Maria! Enough!” Isabel sighed with disgust. “Oh Okay.” Isabel withdrew her finger as Michael moaned the loss once again.
Isabel grabbed his shoulder and rolled him over. Getting between his legs, Isabel spread them wide and grabbing a pillow, she placed it under his hips elevating them slightly. Michael’s eyes were blurred; all he could think of was finishing the act that he needed it so bad.
Isabel once again inserted her finger gently massaging the glands Michael moaned and wiggled in pleasure.
“You are not going to …” Maria’s eyes were BIG.
“You had your chance.”
Isabel placed her other hand on his cock as she started to stoke matching the tempo. The position was uncomfortable, but she adjusted herself several times until she found a compromise. Isabel was sexually aroused herself and even though she knew this was more clinical for Michael; she could not help but desire fulfillment as well.
“That’s right let go, let the feeling overtake you,” Isabel quietly spoke to Michael as her hand sought out pleasure, deftly handling his member. “Feel it, feel how my fingers are bringing you up and over the embankment.” Isabel finger flicked over his tip spreading the fluid all around. “Feel the pleasure, the sexual urge, the lust. You enjoy that, you crave that.” She added another finger to the mixture, each one found their mark to stroke. “Do you like?” She added a third as he shuddered. “Do you desire more?”
Michael moaned yes and his head cleared more, “Please Vilandra more.”
Isabel smiled and sent a surge down through his penis as he jumped slightly and then impaled himself on her fingers, as deep as they could go. “Let it go Tellymon, let go Michael, let go the violence, the anger, the hatred. We are here, no one will ever know. No one needs to know the vulnerability, the dependency, the helplessness that you felt. Give yourself to me.” Isabel voice was almost hypnotic as she induced Michael to her will.
Maria was watching, she did not know if she was upset that Isabel was way to familiar with Michael’s body parts, or if she was watching her have sex with Michael, or if it was because she was having morality issues.
‘Oh hell with it no one will know,’ thought Maria straddled Michael’s chest, holding herself up from his body by her knees. She gently tapped Isabel to move. Isabel was busy watching her hands to pay attention to Maria. She looked up surprised to see Maria face to face with her.
“My turn,” Isabel pulled back and let go of Michael’s cock as Maria bent her head down to lick the tip. Michael moaned loud and bucked up and into her mouth. Maria opened wide knowing what to expect; this was not the fist time she and Michael played the mouth organ game, she knew what he liked and proceeded to do her best, after all Isabel had to be watching and Maria was not going to look like a silly schoolgirl. Isabel wanted her grow up then she would be grown up, 'there take that Isabel and blow it out your ear’ Maria thought.
Isabel was pleased that Maria had made a decision; 'she will be a good wife for Michael in the end, if she stays through until the end'. Isabel concentrated on closing the sex act. “Give yourself over to us. All the pain will go away, you will be strong again, great, potent, formidable, stoic, unyielding, vigorous, powerful, virile, staunch. You are a great warrior like no one before and no one after you.” Isabel increased the pressure of her strokes on the glands. “Do you feel the Dark Waters receding? They fear you. You control them, you are their master, you must remember and order them back, tell the demons to dissolve. You are the great warrior TellymonRath all men fear you and bow down to you. All rejoice in your name for it means victory, justice, and peace. The Dark Waters fear you because you command and control.” Isabel could feel the power surge rise in him, he was coming around, and it will take days before he would be back to normal, but this was a beginning.
Michael was grasping the sheets; he practically knocked Maria on the floor when he bucked so hard. Isabel was concentrating on the prostrate, she could feel it contracting, “Maria, warning you he is ready.
Maria nodded and was prepared to take what he had. Suddenly she felt her mouth fill with liquid. There was a lot but she swallowed quickly and swirled her tongue around cleaning him and her mouth, he always tasted like Tabasco, at least that is what she thought.
The bed shook as his energy consume the girls, a brilliant white light flashed and exploded into a thousand diamond particles that rained down upon them. Then Maria felt her body lifting as if she was floating. Maria grabbed Isabel’s shoulder as she removed her mouth from Michael, she opened her eyes half expecting to see them floating in the air, instead she was still on the bed. The feeling was like being on the old drug LSD as described in school: she felt like she could fly.
“Feeling good?” Isabel asked as she cleaned up the area.
“Oh My God I can fly.”
Isabel laughed “No you can’t, you are getting high off Michael. Now lie down and enjoy it.” Isabel curled up with Michael kissing him. Maria slide off at and curled up on her side as she pulled the sheet up over all three of them. Soon she was asleep.
Michael stirred a light was burning a hole into his eyelid; he cracked open an eye to find himself wrapped in Isabel’s arms. ‘Oh god not again, at least Rath could let me in on the fun.’ he thought. His hands checked she had clothes on; he breathed a sigh of relief until he felt movement from behind him. Turing slightly he found Maria in the other side also snuggled in, also fully clothed. ‘What the hell?’ On the other hand, he was buck-naked. ‘Shit either I had a really good night or a really bad one,’ as he tried to clear his mind and remember what happened.
Suddenly there came a loud banging on the door, “Isabel open the door it is morning,” Max yelled.
Isabel opened up one eyelid and saw Michael awake, “Hi babe,” she kissed his cheek, “feeling better.”
“What happened?” Michael asked.
“Don’t force it, you are okay.”
The pounding continued, “I swear I am going to break Max’s hand if he does not stop,” grumbled Isabel as she got up.
“What is all that noise,“ yawned Maria. She notice Michael awake “Morning lover feeling better.”
“Yeah are you alright?”
“Slept perfect.”
Michael was beginning to feel as though he was in a time zone episode, and the whole world flipped upside down. Just yesterday, Maria and Isabel were at each other’s throat and he was in the eternal doghouse of the damned. 'What happened? ' He shook his head as he slowly pieced yesterday together.
Max shoved his way into the room past Isabel. “Michael are you okay?” Max rushed over and sat down on the bed grabbing Michael into an embrace. “I have been so worried.”
“Max?”
“No getting him upset.” Isabel reminded Max. “Heal his physical wounds, then get me we need to heal him mentally.”
“You mean the Dark Waters…”
“Yes.”
Max let Michael go as he held his hand and brushed his hand across Michael’s bruised cheek. The out of the blue, he was receiving flashes, violent flashes of the rape, flashes of the rapist, flashes of himself. ‘What the hell,’ thought Max. “Get out I want to talk to Michael alone plus I need to heal him.”
“Come on Maria lets give grumpy bear sometime with his precious Michael.” Isabel stuck out her tongue behind Max’s back.
Maria giggled “and you said I have to grow up,”
Isabel just shrugged, “We all have our little quirks.”
Max sealed the door behind them, then turned and demanded of Michael. “What the hell was that Michael? Why did you send me those false memory flashes?
“What are you talking about Max?”
“Why are you accusing me of doing that to you?”
Michel sat up in bed and held his head. He then remembered, he remembered it all; walking in, the soda can, the rape, Max hitting him, tying him up, raping him and leaving him there to die.
‘You son-of-a-bitch, it was you. You raped me and left me to bleed to death.” Michael looked t him, he was so hurt, his soul felt violated, shredded in pieces.
“No it wasn’t me. I was gone with Liz to dinner and a movie.”
“No I came home early, you drugged me and then raped me, because…” Michael held his head the headaches had begun. “…because Rath had an affair with Tran, something I do not even remember.” The pounding was increasing, the voices said take what is yours, kill him he will kill you. “You rape me for something that happened 70, 100 years ago. Oh shit how could you?”
“You are the one who is lying, you are trying to warp my mind, trick me just like Tess. You want me in to believe this lie. I never hurt you.”
“You fucking bastard you are calling me a liar, that it is my fault, I made this up.” Michael could not believe that Max was saying this, he had to believe, he had to know what he had done.
Max was incensed how dare Michael accuse him of such a violent act. Max came right up to Michael’s face, towered over him, his fist drawn, “I should have killed you that day. You are a liar, a no good betrayer. You killed us on Antar; it had to be you not Ki’var. You are the enemy you have proved it today. I disown you, I never want to see your face again, I hate you.” Max then left, the room and slammed the door on his way out of the apartment.
Michael was reeling from the words; they ripped through him like a knife spilling all the work the girls had done onto the floor. ‘Max was right I am no good; why else did I end up with Hank. Evil people deserve what they get; I deserved what Hank did to me. I deserved what Max did to me.’
Michael got off the bed and got dressed. ‘Max is right I should be dead, I must have killed them.’ Michael always held this fear it was he that killed Vilandra and Zan because of his temper and the power he had. ‘Oh my god I killed them didn’t I’. The pounding took over, Michael had no one; Max had rejected him, Vilandra left him, Maria walked out on him. All the love Maria and Isabel showed Michael the previous night was wipe out with three short words I hate you.
Michael walked out of the room.
“Michael where are you going?” questioned Kyle.
“To work I have to pick my paycheck.” Michael’s voice was very flat and monotone.
“Hey wait until the girls get out of the bathrooms and they will go with you.”
“No I am okay. I will only be a few minutes.”
“Let me go with you.”
“No. Thanks for trying to help.”
Michael walked out the door and got on his bike. He drove to the open road, never to return.
~The chasm closed trapping them forever in Hell ~
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Book 1: Section 3: Chapter 2: Part 1 of 2
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 3: Life Goes On
Chapter 2: Tarot and Dream
~ Madam Vivienne ~
Timeline: The Next Day - Friday
“She dealt two cards, a queen and a three and mumbled some words that were so strange to me,” “Dark Lady” by Cher
Amy pulled the car up in front of Madam Vivienne’s house. Diane and Nancy took one look at the house, then at each other, both covering their mouths in an attempt not to break out into uncontrollable laughter. “What are we doing here again?” Diane managed to say keeping a straight face.
“Because Madam Vivienne sees all, she will know about the kids. It may be our one and only chance to find out how they are.” Amy looked at the two women she has become close friends with over the last year and softly admitted, “I don’t know why we are here. I have this strange feeling I have to see her.”
“Well then let’s go.” Diane stretched and climbed out of the SUV. The three women walked up the steps onto the porch; the creaking floorboards added a touch of theatrical suspense to the completely ridiculous place. Amy knocked as she open up the door calling out, “Madam Vivienne, are you here?”
“Hello” said Madam Vivienne. “Amy the spirits told me you would be here today. I have been receiving messages all week for you, even you two.” Madam Vivienne indicated to Diane and Nancy with a wave of her hand. “Come join me at the table.”
“Madam Vivienne, what is it?” Amy asked as she sat down, anxious to hear about Maria.
“Come sit, sit and let us try to make sense of what the spirits want us to know.” Madam Vivienne pulled out a chair for Nancy and Diane and then sat herself down at the table.
“Last night I had a dream that Maria was a part of. Maria was looking upward. There standing on a bluff overlooking a vast valley was that handsome young man of her. You know the one Amy.”
“Yes that would be Michael,” said Amy.
“Aw, Michael an appropriate name.” Madame Vivienne mused, “Continuing, suddenly he changed, still strikingly handsome but his eyes were of liquid silver and his hair was long and very blond. In his hands, he held a sword with a hilt of gold, and a blade that dripped blood. Another man appeared next to him, also tall, handsome with long black hair and eyes of coal. Then a beautiful woman dressed in long flowing robes of crimson with long flaxen hair appeared next to the blonde warrior. All three wore crowns upon their heads. Down the hill where Maria stood, thousands knelt, that is except Maria, her friend with the long brown hair, and a boy. Soon the sky turned blood red and the thousands turned to dust. Maria and her friends at the bottom of the hill were screaming as the ones on the bluff turned and faded away, in their place, stood Maria’s boyfriend with a blonde hair tall girl and a dark hair boy. When I woke up, I couldn’t shake the image of that dream. So I sat down and did tarot card reading. After I saw the cards, I knew you would come.”
Madam Vivienne removed a silken black and red shawl that was covering the table. Underneath the cloth, there were tarot cards laid out in what looks like a game of solitaire. “First, I want you all to realize the future is ever changing making the cards fluid and any one event can change the outcome of the reading. Do you understand?”
Amy nodded her head a vigorous yes, she understood exactly; Nancy and Diane also nodded yes, playing along as if they knew.
Gathering up the cards Madam Vivienne began: “The first three cards I pulled were ‘The King of the Spirits of Air’, ‘The King of the Spirits of Earth’ and ‘The Queen of the Thrones of Flame’. These represent the three people standing on the bluff.” Madam Vivienne pointed to the first card, which shows a knight in armor banishing a sword high above his head, sitting upon a steed that is charging into battle. “This card, ‘The King of the Spirits of Air’, is the archetypal skillful warrior, who is his best in a difficult situation. In battle, he is fierce, courageous, and loyal. On the down side, he is domineering, demanding of those around him; bending them to his will. “
Madam Vivienne stopped for a second to let that information sink in. Pointing to the second card, which had a dark warrior with a scepter in his hand riding a brown horse, she continued, “This is ‘The King of the Spirits of Earth’. He is patient but tends to be impassive, stoic; rarely does he appreciate the feelings of others. He is jealous of those he loves and will hurt those he loves to attain his own goals. He and the warrior are tied together very tightly, one never to be separated from the other. They are special, something in their blood. They are to be feared when aroused, dangerous when confronted. They are for eternity united.”
Pointing to the third card, which showed a queen sitting on a throne with a staff in one hand, Madam Vivienne continued. ”The last card is ‘The Queen of the Thrones of Flame’. She is capable, fair, generous and protective of those she loves. She is a vital asset due to her charm in the social setting and to her being extraordinarily beautiful and intelligent. She is the princess to the warrior, her prince in shinning armor.” Madam Vivienne winked and smiled at the pun.
Madam Vivienne stooped and looked at the three women. “These cards are connected one to the other; see this card ‘The Lord of Ruin’. These three people experienced a sudden violent attack that resulted in their total ruination and disintegration of their way of life. These three are powerful in their destinies and they have incredible energies.” She picked up three more cards, the top card showed a man hanging. “The first set of cards told me what they were like. This set is their past.” Taking the top card of the pile, “This is ‘The Spirit of the Mighty Waters’. Our warrior was devoted to his cause. He sacrificed his life for his King, refusing to betray him. However, his sacrifice was not in vein. He is to be reborn after a period of waiting.”
Madam Vivienne placed the second card in her hand on the table. This card depicted a black knight upon a white horse. “This is ‘The Lord of the Gate of Death’. Our King suffered an abrupt change in lifestyle due events that he helped to cause. Because of these changes, he was forced into a transformation, a beginning of a new life.” Madam Vivienne then laid the final card down. This card was sad in that a girl was sitting in her bed crying with swords shown behind her.
“The last card in this set is ‘The Lord of Despair and Cruelty’. This is the card of the martyr, our princess. It shows a clouded mind with deception that resulted in loss, scandal, betrayal, and violence. She is not at fault as she is being control by outside forces. In the end, she gave her life for that of her warrior. Out of her death a new life was formed.” Madam Vivienne paused, looking at the three to see if they were following her. She then drew one more card and laid it across the three. This card showed an angel with a horn looking down from heaven at three beings.
“As you can see all three died and were reborn as seen in this card, ‘The Spirit of the Primal Fire’. These three experienced an awakening; renewed in health, vitality, and in mental clarity. This rebirth into changed forms happened sometime within the last 20 years. Very soon, they will be tested, as they will be called upon to make important decisions that will change the pattern of life for millions.” Madam Vivienne stopped and got up, “Let me get us some ice tea before I continue on.” She smiled and left the room.
“This is getting us nowhere.” Diane sighed.
“I know you believe in this mystical stuff Amy, but I think this Madam Vivienne is way off her stool. “ Nancy said softly not wanting to hurt Amy’s feelings.
“Please just stay long enough to hear the rest of the reading.” Amy pleaded with her friends. “If nothing else we will have a nice glass of tea and some fun amusement for the afternoon.”
“Sure if this is important to you we will stay.” Diane smiled “I just wished we knew why those three people on the hill had to do with our kids.”
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 3: Life Goes On
Chapter 2: Tarot and Dream
~ Madam Vivienne ~
Timeline: The Next Day - Friday
“She dealt two cards, a queen and a three and mumbled some words that were so strange to me,” “Dark Lady” by Cher
Amy pulled the car up in front of Madam Vivienne’s house. Diane and Nancy took one look at the house, then at each other, both covering their mouths in an attempt not to break out into uncontrollable laughter. “What are we doing here again?” Diane managed to say keeping a straight face.
“Because Madam Vivienne sees all, she will know about the kids. It may be our one and only chance to find out how they are.” Amy looked at the two women she has become close friends with over the last year and softly admitted, “I don’t know why we are here. I have this strange feeling I have to see her.”
“Well then let’s go.” Diane stretched and climbed out of the SUV. The three women walked up the steps onto the porch; the creaking floorboards added a touch of theatrical suspense to the completely ridiculous place. Amy knocked as she open up the door calling out, “Madam Vivienne, are you here?”
“Hello” said Madam Vivienne. “Amy the spirits told me you would be here today. I have been receiving messages all week for you, even you two.” Madam Vivienne indicated to Diane and Nancy with a wave of her hand. “Come join me at the table.”
“Madam Vivienne, what is it?” Amy asked as she sat down, anxious to hear about Maria.
“Come sit, sit and let us try to make sense of what the spirits want us to know.” Madam Vivienne pulled out a chair for Nancy and Diane and then sat herself down at the table.
“Last night I had a dream that Maria was a part of. Maria was looking upward. There standing on a bluff overlooking a vast valley was that handsome young man of her. You know the one Amy.”
“Yes that would be Michael,” said Amy.
“Aw, Michael an appropriate name.” Madame Vivienne mused, “Continuing, suddenly he changed, still strikingly handsome but his eyes were of liquid silver and his hair was long and very blond. In his hands, he held a sword with a hilt of gold, and a blade that dripped blood. Another man appeared next to him, also tall, handsome with long black hair and eyes of coal. Then a beautiful woman dressed in long flowing robes of crimson with long flaxen hair appeared next to the blonde warrior. All three wore crowns upon their heads. Down the hill where Maria stood, thousands knelt, that is except Maria, her friend with the long brown hair, and a boy. Soon the sky turned blood red and the thousands turned to dust. Maria and her friends at the bottom of the hill were screaming as the ones on the bluff turned and faded away, in their place, stood Maria’s boyfriend with a blonde hair tall girl and a dark hair boy. When I woke up, I couldn’t shake the image of that dream. So I sat down and did tarot card reading. After I saw the cards, I knew you would come.”
Madam Vivienne removed a silken black and red shawl that was covering the table. Underneath the cloth, there were tarot cards laid out in what looks like a game of solitaire. “First, I want you all to realize the future is ever changing making the cards fluid and any one event can change the outcome of the reading. Do you understand?”
Amy nodded her head a vigorous yes, she understood exactly; Nancy and Diane also nodded yes, playing along as if they knew.
Gathering up the cards Madam Vivienne began: “The first three cards I pulled were ‘The King of the Spirits of Air’, ‘The King of the Spirits of Earth’ and ‘The Queen of the Thrones of Flame’. These represent the three people standing on the bluff.” Madam Vivienne pointed to the first card, which shows a knight in armor banishing a sword high above his head, sitting upon a steed that is charging into battle. “This card, ‘The King of the Spirits of Air’, is the archetypal skillful warrior, who is his best in a difficult situation. In battle, he is fierce, courageous, and loyal. On the down side, he is domineering, demanding of those around him; bending them to his will. “
Madam Vivienne stopped for a second to let that information sink in. Pointing to the second card, which had a dark warrior with a scepter in his hand riding a brown horse, she continued, “This is ‘The King of the Spirits of Earth’. He is patient but tends to be impassive, stoic; rarely does he appreciate the feelings of others. He is jealous of those he loves and will hurt those he loves to attain his own goals. He and the warrior are tied together very tightly, one never to be separated from the other. They are special, something in their blood. They are to be feared when aroused, dangerous when confronted. They are for eternity united.”
Pointing to the third card, which showed a queen sitting on a throne with a staff in one hand, Madam Vivienne continued. ”The last card is ‘The Queen of the Thrones of Flame’. She is capable, fair, generous and protective of those she loves. She is a vital asset due to her charm in the social setting and to her being extraordinarily beautiful and intelligent. She is the princess to the warrior, her prince in shinning armor.” Madam Vivienne winked and smiled at the pun.
Madam Vivienne stooped and looked at the three women. “These cards are connected one to the other; see this card ‘The Lord of Ruin’. These three people experienced a sudden violent attack that resulted in their total ruination and disintegration of their way of life. These three are powerful in their destinies and they have incredible energies.” She picked up three more cards, the top card showed a man hanging. “The first set of cards told me what they were like. This set is their past.” Taking the top card of the pile, “This is ‘The Spirit of the Mighty Waters’. Our warrior was devoted to his cause. He sacrificed his life for his King, refusing to betray him. However, his sacrifice was not in vein. He is to be reborn after a period of waiting.”
Madam Vivienne placed the second card in her hand on the table. This card depicted a black knight upon a white horse. “This is ‘The Lord of the Gate of Death’. Our King suffered an abrupt change in lifestyle due events that he helped to cause. Because of these changes, he was forced into a transformation, a beginning of a new life.” Madam Vivienne then laid the final card down. This card was sad in that a girl was sitting in her bed crying with swords shown behind her.
“The last card in this set is ‘The Lord of Despair and Cruelty’. This is the card of the martyr, our princess. It shows a clouded mind with deception that resulted in loss, scandal, betrayal, and violence. She is not at fault as she is being control by outside forces. In the end, she gave her life for that of her warrior. Out of her death a new life was formed.” Madam Vivienne paused, looking at the three to see if they were following her. She then drew one more card and laid it across the three. This card showed an angel with a horn looking down from heaven at three beings.
“As you can see all three died and were reborn as seen in this card, ‘The Spirit of the Primal Fire’. These three experienced an awakening; renewed in health, vitality, and in mental clarity. This rebirth into changed forms happened sometime within the last 20 years. Very soon, they will be tested, as they will be called upon to make important decisions that will change the pattern of life for millions.” Madam Vivienne stopped and got up, “Let me get us some ice tea before I continue on.” She smiled and left the room.
“This is getting us nowhere.” Diane sighed.
“I know you believe in this mystical stuff Amy, but I think this Madam Vivienne is way off her stool. “ Nancy said softly not wanting to hurt Amy’s feelings.
“Please just stay long enough to hear the rest of the reading.” Amy pleaded with her friends. “If nothing else we will have a nice glass of tea and some fun amusement for the afternoon.”
“Sure if this is important to you we will stay.” Diane smiled “I just wished we knew why those three people on the hill had to do with our kids.”
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Book 1: Section 3: Chapter 2: Part 2 of 2
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 3: Life Goes On
Chapter 2: Tarot and Dream
~ It’s In the Cards ~
Timeline: Friday Morning
“Waiting for the rising sun Everyone was having fun Hated to see her go” “Gypsy Woman” by Jay and the Americans
Madam Vivienne came back into the room with a tray containing four large glasses of ice tea and some cookies. She could feel the apprehension in the air. “I know this all appears to have nothing to do with your children, with the second set of reading hopefully things will be come clearer.” She smiled again at them and sat down the tray. “Refresh yourselves while I lay out the next set of three cards.” She proceeded to place down the cards. The first again showed a knight on a brown horse holding a staff. The second was a King upon a throne holding a sword, while the third depicts the same scene with a Queen instead.
“This is our three today in their new forms. Notice the cards have changed in their behavior and attributes as well as a physical change. Our warrior reborn as ‘The King of the Spirits of Fire’ is still a lover of action. He is energetic, confident, and loyal to his friends, yet hides behind wall of granite. He has an aura, which draws people to him, yet he feels inadequate from the lack of human love in his life. His unpredictable nature upsets those close to him; they are never sure what he is capable of doing or will do. He has a hot temperament and is fast to act upon his instincts. These actions though swift and appear to be careless do tend to make sense with hindsight.”
The three ladies eyes were then directed to the next card. “Our King was reborn as ‘The King of Swords’ and is given the gifts of a rational and alert mind. He is an advocate of law and order. In this form he is more affectionate in his feelings for those he loves than before; now he reacts on his heart, though still without thought of consequences. He retains his tendency to be somewhat overcautious and is subject to being control by lust and desire before the mind. He and the warrior are still connected by a tight bond. It is as if they were one but are now two. However, there is still the dark side that haunts them, they must learn to control it. It will take time.”
“Our last card in this set,” Madam Vivienne indicated the last card with a wave of her hand “shows our Princess reborn as ‘The Queen of the Thrones of Air’. In this form, she is more complex demonstrating a courageous intelligent woman who has suffering a deep loss. She has obtained, through her martyrdom, inner wisdom and truth. She deeply loves those in her life especially the warrior although there is much hidden through secrets and personal denial.”
Madam Vivienne gathered up the cards and shuffled them carefully. “I’d like the three of you to each shuffle the deck, in sequence, passing the cards to the right, until I receive them. “
Madam Vivienne handed the deck to Amy who shuffled the cards and passed them to Diane on her right, who also shuffled the cards before they were passed to her right and into Nancy waiting hands. After Nancy shuffled the cards, she passed the deck to Madam Vivienne on her right. Madam Vivienne then spread out the cards face down on the table. “Please each of you draw one card and lay it face up. We will start again with Amy and continue going right.”
Amy picked the first card, “Mine is ‘The Queen of the Thrones of the Waters’. Is that good?”
“Amy there are no bad cards, you know that, it is in how the cards are interrupted. This card represents Maria in her relationship with the warrior.” Everyone looked at Madam Vivienne as Amy gasped. “The warrior is her young man, Michael, reborn into this life. Surely, you believe in past lives. Could you not feel his life force, it was strong, ageless, an ancient soul.”
“Michael, are you saying Michael lived before as a warrior in a past life.” Amy exchanged glances with Nancy and Diane. Could Madam Vivienne obtain information from the FBI? No, they do not know of the alien’s past lives, only that they are aliens. Could she be one of the so-called skins? Amy scanned her looking for peeling skin.
“Yes just as the King and Princess lived before and have now returned as your children, Diane.” Madam Vivienne looked over at Diane who could not contain the look of surprise on her face. “Maria is ‘The Queen of Cups’ which indicates a happy girl, very affectionate and a pure romantic in her outlook on life. Unfortunately, Maria sometimes lacks common sense, and she is easily influenced by other people, but still very intuitive. Nancy, please pick the next card. “
Nancy hesitated and then slowly drew a card and looked at it. A picture of an angel looks back at her. “The card says ‘The Bringer Forth of Life’.” she announces.
“What an appropriate card for the wife of our King, who in this life is Max. Am I correct?” Madam Vivienne paused, waiting for an acknowledgment. Nancy nodded her head. “Your daughter has great maturity, a placid and balanced temperament. She will be a valuable asset to her husband. She must be to adapt to changes within herself and those around her. She will be challenged in her love for Max, she will and must bend with the prevailing wind.” Madame Viviane paused for a second staring at the card. “This Max brought her forth from death. How interesting?” Madam Vivienne stared at Nancy hoping for some explanation, but upon receiving none she continued “Diane would you please draw a card.”
Diane went to pick up a card and accidentally knocking over another card. “Oops, I am so sorry. Did I ruin your reading?” Diane apologized.
“No, no everything happens for a reason, we just need to figure it out. Let us look first at the card that was accidentally uncovered. It is ‘The Rose of the Palace of Fire’. This indicates a man who is trustworthy, and reliable. He brings excitement and good news to those around. He is faithful to his friends and has endured suffering with them. He also appears to have under gone changes recently as the aura that surrounds this card is fluctuating. Does this sound like anyone you know?”
“Could it be Kyle? He would have been the boy that was standing with Maria and Liz in your dream.” Amy answered.
“Ah, that would make sense. He is a vital part of this linkage. Okay, now onto your card Diane, ‘The Daughter of the Mighty Ones’ represents your son and daughter’s martial lives. They both will benefit from the security of married life and parenthood. Their marriages though appearing to suffer now will find domestic stability. Max will be a good provider whose wealth, position, and fortune will far exceed anything you can imagine.” There was something odd in the cards that Madam Vivienne did not reveal to the mothers, some would not understand a love two men share, the King and Warrior were together in the past and now. Theirs was such a love.
Madam Vivienne continued, “The warrior will provide Isabel with a position, title, wealth, love, and heirs. Their connection is not only physical one but also on a spiritual level. How odd!” Madam Vivienne looked at he cards again. Not only did the warrior take the King as a lover but also he takes two women as his wives. Oh dear she looked at both Diane and Amy, what to reveal and what to hide. “It would appear that Michael is somehow involved with both your daughters, one from his past and one from the present.”
“No that cannot be! Isabel and Michael are just friends. Her husband is Jesse that is who you must be reading. Maybe it is a sign that they will get back together. “Diane logically concluded.
“No, I am positive that her marriage to Jesse is over. I see that he marries another soon, No; this clearly indicates that she and Michael were married in the past; no this indicates that they remained married through death. It is unclear right now. Odd, how very odd indeed.”
“I will kill Michael Guerin, when I get my hands on his neck if he dared to hurt my Maria.” Amy was furious.
Madam Vivienne held up a hand “Wait, Diane and Amy I want you both to draw a card out of the pile.” She waited while they drew a card and placed it face up. “I will draw for Michael” Again the lover’s card appeared for Michael. “It looks like he is destined for this card.” Madam Vivienne laughed to herself at the thought of the tough young boy always getting the love card.
Diane drew the Star card while Amy drew the Sun card. “How interesting, you both picked out the same essential element. Our sun is a star, and all stars are suns to other worlds. It is so alien, so Roswell.” Madam Vivienne quietly reflected. Both Diane and Amy looked shocked at the indication of alien worlds. “Diane, your ‘Star’ card shows the healing of old wounds brought about due to betrayal of the marriage bed. Isabel will find great happiness, fortune, and love. She will make a new promise to the warrior, Michael; fulfilling the prophecy, that an heir is to be born, to awaken an ancient faith long forgotten.”
“Amy your card is the ‘Sun’, Earth’s star. Maria will overcome great odds and find joy, contentment, and happiness as well as material wealth, physical well being, and children will be born from her love with Michael.” Madam Vivienne paused to see what their reactions were, before she proceeded to read Michael’s card.
“This card commonly referred to as the ‘Lovers’ shows Michael torn between two paths, almost as if he is suffering from a spilt personality, two strong dispositions striving for dominance inside himself. His past life has somehow managed to intrude into this life. One loves Isabel and the other loves Maria, both equally both loves are strong, intense for eternity. Difficult decisions will be made, but not by him but by those in his life. In the end, there will be unity, harmony, the prophecy he is destined to fulfill will happen with Mara, and Isabel standing beside him on the bluff, he will be next to the King. It will all work out in time; you must accept your children’s decisions and always love them no matter what.” What she did not reveal was that he would also share the Kings private chambers or the fact there was darkness covering him.
Madam Vivienne then drew a final card from the deck and laid it out. “This card represents the King, warrior, and Princess as a unit, what they must overcome today. It is as if time is looping.” The card face up was dark showing a tower destroyed. “Sometime in the next week, history will repeat itself. There will be a great conflict, a sudden and violent loss. There will be widespread repercussions if they are unable to overthrow their adversaries. There is a silver lining to this dark and dismal cloud, hope that in the end there will be freedom and enlightenment.”
There is a loud knocking at the door. “Oh that is my 11:00. I am sorry ladies but that is all I have. The dream was to have you warn your children that something bad is bond to happen. You must warn them to be careful, as their past is ready to repeat itself. This time they will not be reborn.” Madam Vivienne got up and went to the door, spoke a few words to the person waiting, and then turned walked over to her desk and picked up a folder. “I wrote down all the meanings here so you can take time in understanding. Please take the Star card and the Sun card with you. You three please take care. “Madam Vivienne smiled as she ushered them out of her door and the waiting couple in.
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 3: Life Goes On
Chapter 2: Tarot and Dream
~ It’s In the Cards ~
Timeline: Friday Morning
“Waiting for the rising sun Everyone was having fun Hated to see her go” “Gypsy Woman” by Jay and the Americans
Madam Vivienne came back into the room with a tray containing four large glasses of ice tea and some cookies. She could feel the apprehension in the air. “I know this all appears to have nothing to do with your children, with the second set of reading hopefully things will be come clearer.” She smiled again at them and sat down the tray. “Refresh yourselves while I lay out the next set of three cards.” She proceeded to place down the cards. The first again showed a knight on a brown horse holding a staff. The second was a King upon a throne holding a sword, while the third depicts the same scene with a Queen instead.
“This is our three today in their new forms. Notice the cards have changed in their behavior and attributes as well as a physical change. Our warrior reborn as ‘The King of the Spirits of Fire’ is still a lover of action. He is energetic, confident, and loyal to his friends, yet hides behind wall of granite. He has an aura, which draws people to him, yet he feels inadequate from the lack of human love in his life. His unpredictable nature upsets those close to him; they are never sure what he is capable of doing or will do. He has a hot temperament and is fast to act upon his instincts. These actions though swift and appear to be careless do tend to make sense with hindsight.”
The three ladies eyes were then directed to the next card. “Our King was reborn as ‘The King of Swords’ and is given the gifts of a rational and alert mind. He is an advocate of law and order. In this form he is more affectionate in his feelings for those he loves than before; now he reacts on his heart, though still without thought of consequences. He retains his tendency to be somewhat overcautious and is subject to being control by lust and desire before the mind. He and the warrior are still connected by a tight bond. It is as if they were one but are now two. However, there is still the dark side that haunts them, they must learn to control it. It will take time.”
“Our last card in this set,” Madam Vivienne indicated the last card with a wave of her hand “shows our Princess reborn as ‘The Queen of the Thrones of Air’. In this form, she is more complex demonstrating a courageous intelligent woman who has suffering a deep loss. She has obtained, through her martyrdom, inner wisdom and truth. She deeply loves those in her life especially the warrior although there is much hidden through secrets and personal denial.”
Madam Vivienne gathered up the cards and shuffled them carefully. “I’d like the three of you to each shuffle the deck, in sequence, passing the cards to the right, until I receive them. “
Madam Vivienne handed the deck to Amy who shuffled the cards and passed them to Diane on her right, who also shuffled the cards before they were passed to her right and into Nancy waiting hands. After Nancy shuffled the cards, she passed the deck to Madam Vivienne on her right. Madam Vivienne then spread out the cards face down on the table. “Please each of you draw one card and lay it face up. We will start again with Amy and continue going right.”
Amy picked the first card, “Mine is ‘The Queen of the Thrones of the Waters’. Is that good?”
“Amy there are no bad cards, you know that, it is in how the cards are interrupted. This card represents Maria in her relationship with the warrior.” Everyone looked at Madam Vivienne as Amy gasped. “The warrior is her young man, Michael, reborn into this life. Surely, you believe in past lives. Could you not feel his life force, it was strong, ageless, an ancient soul.”
“Michael, are you saying Michael lived before as a warrior in a past life.” Amy exchanged glances with Nancy and Diane. Could Madam Vivienne obtain information from the FBI? No, they do not know of the alien’s past lives, only that they are aliens. Could she be one of the so-called skins? Amy scanned her looking for peeling skin.
“Yes just as the King and Princess lived before and have now returned as your children, Diane.” Madam Vivienne looked over at Diane who could not contain the look of surprise on her face. “Maria is ‘The Queen of Cups’ which indicates a happy girl, very affectionate and a pure romantic in her outlook on life. Unfortunately, Maria sometimes lacks common sense, and she is easily influenced by other people, but still very intuitive. Nancy, please pick the next card. “
Nancy hesitated and then slowly drew a card and looked at it. A picture of an angel looks back at her. “The card says ‘The Bringer Forth of Life’.” she announces.
“What an appropriate card for the wife of our King, who in this life is Max. Am I correct?” Madam Vivienne paused, waiting for an acknowledgment. Nancy nodded her head. “Your daughter has great maturity, a placid and balanced temperament. She will be a valuable asset to her husband. She must be to adapt to changes within herself and those around her. She will be challenged in her love for Max, she will and must bend with the prevailing wind.” Madame Viviane paused for a second staring at the card. “This Max brought her forth from death. How interesting?” Madam Vivienne stared at Nancy hoping for some explanation, but upon receiving none she continued “Diane would you please draw a card.”
Diane went to pick up a card and accidentally knocking over another card. “Oops, I am so sorry. Did I ruin your reading?” Diane apologized.
“No, no everything happens for a reason, we just need to figure it out. Let us look first at the card that was accidentally uncovered. It is ‘The Rose of the Palace of Fire’. This indicates a man who is trustworthy, and reliable. He brings excitement and good news to those around. He is faithful to his friends and has endured suffering with them. He also appears to have under gone changes recently as the aura that surrounds this card is fluctuating. Does this sound like anyone you know?”
“Could it be Kyle? He would have been the boy that was standing with Maria and Liz in your dream.” Amy answered.
“Ah, that would make sense. He is a vital part of this linkage. Okay, now onto your card Diane, ‘The Daughter of the Mighty Ones’ represents your son and daughter’s martial lives. They both will benefit from the security of married life and parenthood. Their marriages though appearing to suffer now will find domestic stability. Max will be a good provider whose wealth, position, and fortune will far exceed anything you can imagine.” There was something odd in the cards that Madam Vivienne did not reveal to the mothers, some would not understand a love two men share, the King and Warrior were together in the past and now. Theirs was such a love.
Madam Vivienne continued, “The warrior will provide Isabel with a position, title, wealth, love, and heirs. Their connection is not only physical one but also on a spiritual level. How odd!” Madam Vivienne looked at he cards again. Not only did the warrior take the King as a lover but also he takes two women as his wives. Oh dear she looked at both Diane and Amy, what to reveal and what to hide. “It would appear that Michael is somehow involved with both your daughters, one from his past and one from the present.”
“No that cannot be! Isabel and Michael are just friends. Her husband is Jesse that is who you must be reading. Maybe it is a sign that they will get back together. “Diane logically concluded.
“No, I am positive that her marriage to Jesse is over. I see that he marries another soon, No; this clearly indicates that she and Michael were married in the past; no this indicates that they remained married through death. It is unclear right now. Odd, how very odd indeed.”
“I will kill Michael Guerin, when I get my hands on his neck if he dared to hurt my Maria.” Amy was furious.
Madam Vivienne held up a hand “Wait, Diane and Amy I want you both to draw a card out of the pile.” She waited while they drew a card and placed it face up. “I will draw for Michael” Again the lover’s card appeared for Michael. “It looks like he is destined for this card.” Madam Vivienne laughed to herself at the thought of the tough young boy always getting the love card.
Diane drew the Star card while Amy drew the Sun card. “How interesting, you both picked out the same essential element. Our sun is a star, and all stars are suns to other worlds. It is so alien, so Roswell.” Madam Vivienne quietly reflected. Both Diane and Amy looked shocked at the indication of alien worlds. “Diane, your ‘Star’ card shows the healing of old wounds brought about due to betrayal of the marriage bed. Isabel will find great happiness, fortune, and love. She will make a new promise to the warrior, Michael; fulfilling the prophecy, that an heir is to be born, to awaken an ancient faith long forgotten.”
“Amy your card is the ‘Sun’, Earth’s star. Maria will overcome great odds and find joy, contentment, and happiness as well as material wealth, physical well being, and children will be born from her love with Michael.” Madam Vivienne paused to see what their reactions were, before she proceeded to read Michael’s card.
“This card commonly referred to as the ‘Lovers’ shows Michael torn between two paths, almost as if he is suffering from a spilt personality, two strong dispositions striving for dominance inside himself. His past life has somehow managed to intrude into this life. One loves Isabel and the other loves Maria, both equally both loves are strong, intense for eternity. Difficult decisions will be made, but not by him but by those in his life. In the end, there will be unity, harmony, the prophecy he is destined to fulfill will happen with Mara, and Isabel standing beside him on the bluff, he will be next to the King. It will all work out in time; you must accept your children’s decisions and always love them no matter what.” What she did not reveal was that he would also share the Kings private chambers or the fact there was darkness covering him.
Madam Vivienne then drew a final card from the deck and laid it out. “This card represents the King, warrior, and Princess as a unit, what they must overcome today. It is as if time is looping.” The card face up was dark showing a tower destroyed. “Sometime in the next week, history will repeat itself. There will be a great conflict, a sudden and violent loss. There will be widespread repercussions if they are unable to overthrow their adversaries. There is a silver lining to this dark and dismal cloud, hope that in the end there will be freedom and enlightenment.”
There is a loud knocking at the door. “Oh that is my 11:00. I am sorry ladies but that is all I have. The dream was to have you warn your children that something bad is bond to happen. You must warn them to be careful, as their past is ready to repeat itself. This time they will not be reborn.” Madam Vivienne got up and went to the door, spoke a few words to the person waiting, and then turned walked over to her desk and picked up a folder. “I wrote down all the meanings here so you can take time in understanding. Please take the Star card and the Sun card with you. You three please take care. “Madam Vivienne smiled as she ushered them out of her door and the waiting couple in.
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Book 1: Section 3: Chapter 3: Part 1 of 1
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 3: Life Goes On
Chapter 3: Lunch Time!
~What to Eat ~
Timeline: Friday Lunch Time
“I cannot forget the people who love me Yeah, I can be myself here in this small town.” “Small Town” by John Cougar Mellencamp
“Hey, Jim! Take a seat.” Jeff looked up from the counter and nodded to the stools on the far side of the counter. “I will be right with you.”
Jim goes down the row of seats at the counter until he finds one to his liking.
“What can you get for you today?” Jeff was standing across the counter with order pad in hand. "The lunch special or a Will Smith burger?”
Jim stroked his jaw for a few seconds “I think I will have coke and the lunch special. I feel adventurous today.” he winked at Jeff.
“Oh come on. It really is not that bad.” Jeff flinched as a crash echoed back in the kitchen. “Okay maybe it is.” Jeff went up to the window and slapped the order down on the small ledge, “One lunch special.” Turning back to Jim, “It may take a while, training a new cook.”
“Lost another one?” Jim smiled, “What do you do to those boys?”
“Teenagers, they have no responsibility, just leave a person high and dry.” Jeff flinched as Sherry, a new waitress, dropped a coke glass all over the floor.
“It’s okay Mr. P. I will clean it right up,” yelled a tall blonde waitress across the diner as she picked up the pieces of glass.
“Speaking of teenagers, have you heard from yours lately?” Jim inquired as if this was a known subject.
“No, and if I ever get my hands on that Evans kid I may choke him for running off with my daughter like that? “ Jeff tried to look furious for the benefit of any FBI eyes. “You?”
“Nope, I am afraid Kyle may be living on some street corner in New York or LA. Trying to find himself, whatever that means.” Jim shook his head sadly. They both were putting on a show for the benefit of the community at large.
“Hey Sherry, you have customers in booth 13. If it’s not too much trouble can you take their orders?”
“Sure thing Mr. P.” answered the same waitress that dropped the glass. Sherry turned around and headed for the booth stopping when she dropped her pad on the floor, picking that up only to drop her pencil, she was nervous this only being her second day.
Jim turns to watch the waitress make her way over to the table in the corner. The men were strangers in town, and lately that once again meant the FBI. “Is that Bob Richard’s daughter?” Jim was trying to seem more interested in the waitress than in surveying the two men. For almost a year, they were free of the Special Unit, but within the last few weeks, there has been a sudden increase in their presence.
“Yup, sure is.” Jeff just shook his head wishing that Maria and Liz were back manning the tables.
“By how, they grow up these days.” Jim said as he slowly turned around still keeping the men in his view courtesy of the mirror splash plates behind Jeff. “Anyhow, Jeff, are you and Nancy free this Sunday for a drive over to Albuquerque? Here there is an Olive Garden coming into town and I feel Italian.”
“Well I have to check with Nancy first.”
“Check with me about what?” Nancy hugged her husband from the back and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Hi Jim, how are you?”
“Hi Nancy, I was just wondering if you both could join us dinner in Albuquerque on Sunday. “
“Actually Jim, Jeff and I have already agreed to meet Philip and Diane for dinner in Las Cruces at a new Indian restaurant that just opened up near the campus. Amy already confirmed your attendance this morning.”
“Why am I always the last to know?” Jim laughed. “There goes my Italian craving for Chicken Parmigiana.”
“Maybe you should go to Madam Vivienne’s, she knows all.” Nancy giggled. “Oh, sorry Jim I did not mean to make fun of Amy’s convictions.”
“No that is all right Nancy. I am kind of getting use to the aromatherapy candles, yoga classes, the daily dose of horoscope for breakfast, and yes even the occasional visit to Madam Vivienne. I take it you were the victim she dragged along this month.” Jim closed his eyes and shook his head. 'Damn if Amy wasn’t such a good kisser, but she was. I can put up with anything, even marriage.’ Jim’s eyes grew big, ‘did I just think marriage. ‘I did, well I’ll be damned.’
“Yeah, both Diane and I were dragged there this morning. I am supposed to be carried off by a tall, dark, handsome, and very young stranger.” Nancy lied about their real intentions.
“Well that is obvious,” Jeff said as he scooped up his wife in his arms and started to walk off.
“I thought she said handsome, Jeff,” shot out Jim.
“And young,” Nancy quipped as she slapped Jeff on the back to let her down.
“Order up,” yelled the new fry cook behind Jeff. He let his wife down turned to grab Jim’s plate. “Here you go Mr. Valenti. Enjoy. Now what was this about a handsome stranger?” Jeff snapped a towel at his wife’s backside as she waved bye to Jim and went through the back swing doors with Jeff in close pursuit. Jim could hear giggling as he started to check out the special
“What in the hell was this suppose to be again?” Jim muttered as he poked at his plate.
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 3: Life Goes On
Chapter 3: Lunch Time!
~What to Eat ~
Timeline: Friday Lunch Time
“I cannot forget the people who love me Yeah, I can be myself here in this small town.” “Small Town” by John Cougar Mellencamp
“Hey, Jim! Take a seat.” Jeff looked up from the counter and nodded to the stools on the far side of the counter. “I will be right with you.”
Jim goes down the row of seats at the counter until he finds one to his liking.
“What can you get for you today?” Jeff was standing across the counter with order pad in hand. "The lunch special or a Will Smith burger?”
Jim stroked his jaw for a few seconds “I think I will have coke and the lunch special. I feel adventurous today.” he winked at Jeff.
“Oh come on. It really is not that bad.” Jeff flinched as a crash echoed back in the kitchen. “Okay maybe it is.” Jeff went up to the window and slapped the order down on the small ledge, “One lunch special.” Turning back to Jim, “It may take a while, training a new cook.”
“Lost another one?” Jim smiled, “What do you do to those boys?”
“Teenagers, they have no responsibility, just leave a person high and dry.” Jeff flinched as Sherry, a new waitress, dropped a coke glass all over the floor.
“It’s okay Mr. P. I will clean it right up,” yelled a tall blonde waitress across the diner as she picked up the pieces of glass.
“Speaking of teenagers, have you heard from yours lately?” Jim inquired as if this was a known subject.
“No, and if I ever get my hands on that Evans kid I may choke him for running off with my daughter like that? “ Jeff tried to look furious for the benefit of any FBI eyes. “You?”
“Nope, I am afraid Kyle may be living on some street corner in New York or LA. Trying to find himself, whatever that means.” Jim shook his head sadly. They both were putting on a show for the benefit of the community at large.
“Hey Sherry, you have customers in booth 13. If it’s not too much trouble can you take their orders?”
“Sure thing Mr. P.” answered the same waitress that dropped the glass. Sherry turned around and headed for the booth stopping when she dropped her pad on the floor, picking that up only to drop her pencil, she was nervous this only being her second day.
Jim turns to watch the waitress make her way over to the table in the corner. The men were strangers in town, and lately that once again meant the FBI. “Is that Bob Richard’s daughter?” Jim was trying to seem more interested in the waitress than in surveying the two men. For almost a year, they were free of the Special Unit, but within the last few weeks, there has been a sudden increase in their presence.
“Yup, sure is.” Jeff just shook his head wishing that Maria and Liz were back manning the tables.
“By how, they grow up these days.” Jim said as he slowly turned around still keeping the men in his view courtesy of the mirror splash plates behind Jeff. “Anyhow, Jeff, are you and Nancy free this Sunday for a drive over to Albuquerque? Here there is an Olive Garden coming into town and I feel Italian.”
“Well I have to check with Nancy first.”
“Check with me about what?” Nancy hugged her husband from the back and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Hi Jim, how are you?”
“Hi Nancy, I was just wondering if you both could join us dinner in Albuquerque on Sunday. “
“Actually Jim, Jeff and I have already agreed to meet Philip and Diane for dinner in Las Cruces at a new Indian restaurant that just opened up near the campus. Amy already confirmed your attendance this morning.”
“Why am I always the last to know?” Jim laughed. “There goes my Italian craving for Chicken Parmigiana.”
“Maybe you should go to Madam Vivienne’s, she knows all.” Nancy giggled. “Oh, sorry Jim I did not mean to make fun of Amy’s convictions.”
“No that is all right Nancy. I am kind of getting use to the aromatherapy candles, yoga classes, the daily dose of horoscope for breakfast, and yes even the occasional visit to Madam Vivienne. I take it you were the victim she dragged along this month.” Jim closed his eyes and shook his head. 'Damn if Amy wasn’t such a good kisser, but she was. I can put up with anything, even marriage.’ Jim’s eyes grew big, ‘did I just think marriage. ‘I did, well I’ll be damned.’
“Yeah, both Diane and I were dragged there this morning. I am supposed to be carried off by a tall, dark, handsome, and very young stranger.” Nancy lied about their real intentions.
“Well that is obvious,” Jeff said as he scooped up his wife in his arms and started to walk off.
“I thought she said handsome, Jeff,” shot out Jim.
“And young,” Nancy quipped as she slapped Jeff on the back to let her down.
“Order up,” yelled the new fry cook behind Jeff. He let his wife down turned to grab Jim’s plate. “Here you go Mr. Valenti. Enjoy. Now what was this about a handsome stranger?” Jeff snapped a towel at his wife’s backside as she waved bye to Jim and went through the back swing doors with Jeff in close pursuit. Jim could hear giggling as he started to check out the special
“What in the hell was this suppose to be again?” Jim muttered as he poked at his plate.
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Book 1: Section 3: Chapter 4: Part 1 of 1
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 3: Life Goes On
Chapter 4: Italian, Indian, Married
~ Mrs. Who? ~
Timeline: Sunday Afternoon
“Love and Marriage, Love and Marriage. Go together like a horse and carriage…” “Love and Marriage" by Sammy Cohen and Jimmy Van Heusen (from Married...with Children)
Jim’s van pulled into the resort in Cloudcroft after the 1½-hour drive. He stretched his muscles and looked around at the breathtaking scenery. Nancy and Jeff climbed out of the back seat. Jeff turned and moved the seat for Philip and Diane to get out. Jim looked over and smiled at Amy who was asleep in the front seat, she was his wife, as of Friday afternoon at 2 PM. He went over to the passenger side of the van and opened the door. He then gently shook Amy until she woke. ‘Hi there Mrs. Valenti,” he whispered in her ear. “Make that Mrs. Deluca –Valenti. “ Amy whispered back smiling.
“Boy this mountain air does make one hungry.” Philip rubbed his stomach. Let’s see if our table is ready.” He and Dane proceed towards the resort restaurant’s door.
“Isn’t this place beautiful, Jeff? So peaceful and relaxing.”
“It sure is Nancy almost as beautiful as you.”
“Oh you silver tongue devil.” Nancy laughed as they went off hand in hand.
Jim took advantage of the situation to give Amy a soft kiss. “Any regrets,” he asked
“Absolutely none. Now let’s go eat and give our friends a shock for dessert.” Amy locked arms with Jim and the two strolled through the doors.
The other four were sitting at their table when Jim and Amy arrived. The conversation had already centered on the kids.
“I still can’t believe the kids left. We should be the ones protecting them,” Diane stated. “My baby is out in the cold. I am just so worried.”
“Honey, they believe they are doing the right thing,” said Philip. “They were trying to save themselves as well as protect us from the FBI and their enemies.”
“Jim, what about our kids? Are they going to be O.K.,” questioned Diane.
“Yes.” said Jim as he and Amy sat down. “They are very smart and with their special abilities, plus they are mature for their age. They dealt with this secret for a long time they will be O.K.”
Amy signed, “It’s just so hard, I didn’t get to say good bye to my baby.”
“None of us were prepared to say goodbye even if we had the time,” said Diane as she reached across the table to take Amy’s right hand. “I miss Max and Isabel. I miss them so much every day, it really is hard.”
The group looked up to see a smiling waitress coming towards them carrying a tray with glasses of ice water. “Good afternoon. Welcome to Cloudcroft Resort.” She placed the glasses of water down then preceded to hand each person a menu. “I will let you have a few minutes to decide on what to eat. The soup today is Tortilla and our special is Chicken Parmigiana. Our chef just returned from a trip to Italy and has been cooking up an Italian feast for days now.” She walked away to check on the other tables in her area.
“God, I still don’t see why you never ever told us.” Nancy voice rose as she directed her comments at Jim.
“Nancy, calm down,” Jeff whispered and grabbed her arm. “We’ve been through all of this all before, countless times. It was too dangerous.”
“I know,” Nancy let out a deep breath “It is just I feel like screaming some days. I am sorry Jim to take out my frustrations on you. I know deep down that you were only doing what you felt was right.”
“We need to be careful on what we say. You just never know.” Philip warned everyone while looking around the room examining the patrons for FBI uniforms.
Changing the subject, “It sure has been a hot October; hot as firecrackers.” Jim casually mentioned. “Feels good to be here in the mountains...” Jim reached for a glass of water “…cool air nice scenery...” Jim picked up the glass only to drop it back down immediately.
“What is wrong?” asked Jeff
“Look!” pointed Amy
The water had begun to bubble and then suddenly the glass cracked.
“Oh no not again” Jim sighed sadly “Why now! I can’t believe it.”
“This has happened before?” asked Philip
“Yes, Max warned me that I may experience some changes.”
“I remember Liz wrote about her changes in the journal. So do you snap, crackle and pop?” Jeff said with a twinkle in his eye trying to ease the tension around the table.
“No, but weird things do happen like that glass. I have killed lots of flashlight batteries and I think I may have scared a cat out of a tree.”
“Oh Jim that is just your sparkling personality as far as the cat is concern.” Amy laughed and leaned over to kiss Jim on the cheek.
“Do you have any ideas about what is going to happen to you?” Philip inquired.
“No. I am in the dark.”
They saw the waitress coming back as she sing-songed her way through the tables. “Is everyone ready? Oh dear another cracked glass, must be that new dishwater. Here let me take care of it for you.” She picked up the glass and disposed of it in a passing busboy’s tub. Turning to Jim she asked, “Sir, what you like?”
Jim looked relieved, “I think I will try the Chicken Parmigiana.”
“You will love it sir, just like an Italian mother would make.” The waitress wrote down his order. The rest of the group order quickly followed up with their orders and soon she was gone.
“Oh! Before we forget,” Philip got out the cell phone and dialed the restaurant in Las Cruces.
“Hello, the House of India. How may I help you?”
“Hi, this is Philip Evans. I have a reservation for 3 PM that I will need to cancel. We have had car trouble on the highway and will be held up for a long while.”
“Certainly, Mr. Evans that is no problem. I hope you car is fixed soon. Please call again. We look forward to serving you.”
Philip put away his cell phone. “I just could not resist sticking it to them.” Everyone at the table had a good laugh. They were all sick of the FBI tailing them.
***
The hostess put down the phone just as two men in dark suits approached her. “Do you a reservation for Valenti, Parker, or Evans?” asked the taller of the two.
The hostess scanned her book. “None for Valenti or Parker. Mr. Evans just called to cancel. Are you part of his party?”
“Yes we are a tad early.”
“I am sorry gentlemen to tell you this but Mr. Evans has had car trouble on the way up here and is unable to make dinner. “
“Well thanks for the info.” The two men turned and walk outside around the alley to their dark blue compact sedan and got in.
“Great Sam now all we need to do is to find them. I told you we should have tailed them. But no! You knew where the restaurant was. Good going.” The taller man was griping as he pulled the sedan directly into the path of an oncoming car. “Great, this is just fucking great.”
The man driving the other car jumped out, screaming at the suits. “Don’t you look where you are going?”
“Sir we can take care of this. We are FBI and the government will take care of your car. I am sorry for the inconvenience.” The man pulled out his FBI ID showing his name as Sam Barker.
His friend come up from the side looked at the damage. “Hey Fred it is repairable, calm down.” He started towards the shorter agent and held out his hand. “Hi, my name is Nicholas? Sorry for my friend’s temper.”
The agent looked at the teenager and smiled at the polite young man. “Special Agent Harold Mall.” They shook hands; agent Mall grew quiet as he slumped up against the car, never once alerting his friend to his demise.
“FBI huh! More like the Royal rats looking for the King and Second.” The driver referred to as Fred said to agent Barker. “Trying to return them home to attack Ki’var. Too late, we already know of your plans. “
“What?”
“You know King Zan, Commander Rath. Sound familiar?”.” Nicholas sneered at how feeble the Imperial Royal Guard had become that they sent these two ineffective soldiers to locate the King and Second.
“How did you know?” Suddenly Special Agent Sam Barker felt a bolt of fire course through his body before he fell over dead.
“That was good Fred; Ki’var will be please at your efficiency. Now let’s put these bodies someplace very deep.” Nicholas smiled; killing a member of the Imperial Royal Guard always put him in a good mood. “Wonder if there are any more the Royal rats in Roswell. I feel like some target practice. What about you?” Nicholas slapped Fred on the back as they got into their car and left.
“So Jim, did Max, Isabel or Michael ever talk about their powers,” asked Amy
“No, they kept their abilities much to themselves. I only know what I saw with my own eyes, Max’s shield and Michael’s powerful energy blasts. Why?”
“Well, it just seems to me that you should develop whatever powers you have. They may come in handy some day.” Amy explained
“Amy’s right Jim,” said Jeff. “You never know.”
Soon they smelled a wonderful combination of spices and cheeses as the waitress brought their plates to the table. The food was excellent and they all ate quickly with little conversation.
“Time for dessert,” announced Jim
“Oh please I could not eat another bite.” Jeff patted his bloated stomach.
“I agree,” said Diane. “I may need to walk back to Roswell to burn off all the calories.”
“Oh but this is one dessert I think you all can stomach,” Jim stated with a big smile on his face.
“Okay give. What is up?” Nancy could tell sometime was going on between Jim and Amy.
Jim took hold of Amy’s left hand and showed them the wedding band that now encircled the diamond ring. “We were married by Judge Carlos Friday afternoon at 2PM.”
“What you did not tell us. This is great.” Diane smiled and hugged Amy.
“It happened so fast. One minute Jim had stopped in my store to talk about this dinner and the next thing I knew I was saying I do.”
“I was afraid to stop and call anyone for fear that if she thought twice she would bolt for the nearest door.” Jim said.
“Well we will just have to have a reception very soon. I suppose you will be moving into Jim’s or vice versa.” Nancy asked.
“I don’t know we have not thought that far ahead.” Amy replied.
“Well, congratulations.” Philip raised his glass of ice tea in a salute. Everyone chimed in “Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Valenti.”
“That is Mrs. Deluca-Valenti.” Amy said with a twinkle in her eye.
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 3: Life Goes On
Chapter 4: Italian, Indian, Married
~ Mrs. Who? ~
Timeline: Sunday Afternoon
“Love and Marriage, Love and Marriage. Go together like a horse and carriage…” “Love and Marriage" by Sammy Cohen and Jimmy Van Heusen (from Married...with Children)
Jim’s van pulled into the resort in Cloudcroft after the 1½-hour drive. He stretched his muscles and looked around at the breathtaking scenery. Nancy and Jeff climbed out of the back seat. Jeff turned and moved the seat for Philip and Diane to get out. Jim looked over and smiled at Amy who was asleep in the front seat, she was his wife, as of Friday afternoon at 2 PM. He went over to the passenger side of the van and opened the door. He then gently shook Amy until she woke. ‘Hi there Mrs. Valenti,” he whispered in her ear. “Make that Mrs. Deluca –Valenti. “ Amy whispered back smiling.
“Boy this mountain air does make one hungry.” Philip rubbed his stomach. Let’s see if our table is ready.” He and Dane proceed towards the resort restaurant’s door.
“Isn’t this place beautiful, Jeff? So peaceful and relaxing.”
“It sure is Nancy almost as beautiful as you.”
“Oh you silver tongue devil.” Nancy laughed as they went off hand in hand.
Jim took advantage of the situation to give Amy a soft kiss. “Any regrets,” he asked
“Absolutely none. Now let’s go eat and give our friends a shock for dessert.” Amy locked arms with Jim and the two strolled through the doors.
The other four were sitting at their table when Jim and Amy arrived. The conversation had already centered on the kids.
“I still can’t believe the kids left. We should be the ones protecting them,” Diane stated. “My baby is out in the cold. I am just so worried.”
“Honey, they believe they are doing the right thing,” said Philip. “They were trying to save themselves as well as protect us from the FBI and their enemies.”
“Jim, what about our kids? Are they going to be O.K.,” questioned Diane.
“Yes.” said Jim as he and Amy sat down. “They are very smart and with their special abilities, plus they are mature for their age. They dealt with this secret for a long time they will be O.K.”
Amy signed, “It’s just so hard, I didn’t get to say good bye to my baby.”
“None of us were prepared to say goodbye even if we had the time,” said Diane as she reached across the table to take Amy’s right hand. “I miss Max and Isabel. I miss them so much every day, it really is hard.”
The group looked up to see a smiling waitress coming towards them carrying a tray with glasses of ice water. “Good afternoon. Welcome to Cloudcroft Resort.” She placed the glasses of water down then preceded to hand each person a menu. “I will let you have a few minutes to decide on what to eat. The soup today is Tortilla and our special is Chicken Parmigiana. Our chef just returned from a trip to Italy and has been cooking up an Italian feast for days now.” She walked away to check on the other tables in her area.
“God, I still don’t see why you never ever told us.” Nancy voice rose as she directed her comments at Jim.
“Nancy, calm down,” Jeff whispered and grabbed her arm. “We’ve been through all of this all before, countless times. It was too dangerous.”
“I know,” Nancy let out a deep breath “It is just I feel like screaming some days. I am sorry Jim to take out my frustrations on you. I know deep down that you were only doing what you felt was right.”
“We need to be careful on what we say. You just never know.” Philip warned everyone while looking around the room examining the patrons for FBI uniforms.
Changing the subject, “It sure has been a hot October; hot as firecrackers.” Jim casually mentioned. “Feels good to be here in the mountains...” Jim reached for a glass of water “…cool air nice scenery...” Jim picked up the glass only to drop it back down immediately.
“What is wrong?” asked Jeff
“Look!” pointed Amy
The water had begun to bubble and then suddenly the glass cracked.
“Oh no not again” Jim sighed sadly “Why now! I can’t believe it.”
“This has happened before?” asked Philip
“Yes, Max warned me that I may experience some changes.”
“I remember Liz wrote about her changes in the journal. So do you snap, crackle and pop?” Jeff said with a twinkle in his eye trying to ease the tension around the table.
“No, but weird things do happen like that glass. I have killed lots of flashlight batteries and I think I may have scared a cat out of a tree.”
“Oh Jim that is just your sparkling personality as far as the cat is concern.” Amy laughed and leaned over to kiss Jim on the cheek.
“Do you have any ideas about what is going to happen to you?” Philip inquired.
“No. I am in the dark.”
They saw the waitress coming back as she sing-songed her way through the tables. “Is everyone ready? Oh dear another cracked glass, must be that new dishwater. Here let me take care of it for you.” She picked up the glass and disposed of it in a passing busboy’s tub. Turning to Jim she asked, “Sir, what you like?”
Jim looked relieved, “I think I will try the Chicken Parmigiana.”
“You will love it sir, just like an Italian mother would make.” The waitress wrote down his order. The rest of the group order quickly followed up with their orders and soon she was gone.
“Oh! Before we forget,” Philip got out the cell phone and dialed the restaurant in Las Cruces.
“Hello, the House of India. How may I help you?”
“Hi, this is Philip Evans. I have a reservation for 3 PM that I will need to cancel. We have had car trouble on the highway and will be held up for a long while.”
“Certainly, Mr. Evans that is no problem. I hope you car is fixed soon. Please call again. We look forward to serving you.”
Philip put away his cell phone. “I just could not resist sticking it to them.” Everyone at the table had a good laugh. They were all sick of the FBI tailing them.
***
The hostess put down the phone just as two men in dark suits approached her. “Do you a reservation for Valenti, Parker, or Evans?” asked the taller of the two.
The hostess scanned her book. “None for Valenti or Parker. Mr. Evans just called to cancel. Are you part of his party?”
“Yes we are a tad early.”
“I am sorry gentlemen to tell you this but Mr. Evans has had car trouble on the way up here and is unable to make dinner. “
“Well thanks for the info.” The two men turned and walk outside around the alley to their dark blue compact sedan and got in.
“Great Sam now all we need to do is to find them. I told you we should have tailed them. But no! You knew where the restaurant was. Good going.” The taller man was griping as he pulled the sedan directly into the path of an oncoming car. “Great, this is just fucking great.”
The man driving the other car jumped out, screaming at the suits. “Don’t you look where you are going?”
“Sir we can take care of this. We are FBI and the government will take care of your car. I am sorry for the inconvenience.” The man pulled out his FBI ID showing his name as Sam Barker.
His friend come up from the side looked at the damage. “Hey Fred it is repairable, calm down.” He started towards the shorter agent and held out his hand. “Hi, my name is Nicholas? Sorry for my friend’s temper.”
The agent looked at the teenager and smiled at the polite young man. “Special Agent Harold Mall.” They shook hands; agent Mall grew quiet as he slumped up against the car, never once alerting his friend to his demise.
“FBI huh! More like the Royal rats looking for the King and Second.” The driver referred to as Fred said to agent Barker. “Trying to return them home to attack Ki’var. Too late, we already know of your plans. “
“What?”
“You know King Zan, Commander Rath. Sound familiar?”.” Nicholas sneered at how feeble the Imperial Royal Guard had become that they sent these two ineffective soldiers to locate the King and Second.
“How did you know?” Suddenly Special Agent Sam Barker felt a bolt of fire course through his body before he fell over dead.
“That was good Fred; Ki’var will be please at your efficiency. Now let’s put these bodies someplace very deep.” Nicholas smiled; killing a member of the Imperial Royal Guard always put him in a good mood. “Wonder if there are any more the Royal rats in Roswell. I feel like some target practice. What about you?” Nicholas slapped Fred on the back as they got into their car and left.
“So Jim, did Max, Isabel or Michael ever talk about their powers,” asked Amy
“No, they kept their abilities much to themselves. I only know what I saw with my own eyes, Max’s shield and Michael’s powerful energy blasts. Why?”
“Well, it just seems to me that you should develop whatever powers you have. They may come in handy some day.” Amy explained
“Amy’s right Jim,” said Jeff. “You never know.”
Soon they smelled a wonderful combination of spices and cheeses as the waitress brought their plates to the table. The food was excellent and they all ate quickly with little conversation.
“Time for dessert,” announced Jim
“Oh please I could not eat another bite.” Jeff patted his bloated stomach.
“I agree,” said Diane. “I may need to walk back to Roswell to burn off all the calories.”
“Oh but this is one dessert I think you all can stomach,” Jim stated with a big smile on his face.
“Okay give. What is up?” Nancy could tell sometime was going on between Jim and Amy.
Jim took hold of Amy’s left hand and showed them the wedding band that now encircled the diamond ring. “We were married by Judge Carlos Friday afternoon at 2PM.”
“What you did not tell us. This is great.” Diane smiled and hugged Amy.
“It happened so fast. One minute Jim had stopped in my store to talk about this dinner and the next thing I knew I was saying I do.”
“I was afraid to stop and call anyone for fear that if she thought twice she would bolt for the nearest door.” Jim said.
“Well we will just have to have a reception very soon. I suppose you will be moving into Jim’s or vice versa.” Nancy asked.
“I don’t know we have not thought that far ahead.” Amy replied.
“Well, congratulations.” Philip raised his glass of ice tea in a salute. Everyone chimed in “Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Valenti.”
“That is Mrs. Deluca-Valenti.” Amy said with a twinkle in her eye.
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Author’s Note:
Thanks to, magikhands for your continual feedback and to everyone who is still with the story.
This ends Section 3: Life Goes On
Everything with the red phrase at the end of the posting was background needed to bring us up to Madam Vivienne’s dream and reading. Her intervening brings information to the parents that will help them prepare for what is to come. She warns them of a great tragedy that is about to occur and that this time the pod squad will not be reborn, of course she is thinking past lives not actual birth. She also leaves us with some hope, without hope we might as well pack it in now.
We find the parents are doing okay in Roswell, they are still married to each other, and in Jim and Amy’s case just married, and although still upset and lonely for their children, they are weathering the storm just fine. They also have pulled together becoming more friends, something that probably would never had happened concerning their diverse backgrounds. This is important, they are solid as a unit and will be a viable support for the pod squad upon their return, and these kids will need lots of love and support.
But what about Michael leaving? Michael left, this time he will not return to Max as he did the other three times. Max pushed the envelope too far, in his ranting because he was unable to accept that he was capable of such an act. Michel in his leaving is not all together mentally, he feels that he is evil and evil people deserve what they get, he feels that he did kill Zan and Vilandra, and he feels that no one ever loved him or wanted him. Where is Michael? Where does someone go as a last ditch effort subconsciously to be saved before they take their own life? “Max is right I should be dead”
Section 5: Surprise! is fairly short but contains some major bombshells as we prepare the pod squad for Book 2 and the confrontation of the past.
Thanks to, magikhands for your continual feedback and to everyone who is still with the story.
This ends Section 3: Life Goes On
Everything with the red phrase at the end of the posting was background needed to bring us up to Madam Vivienne’s dream and reading. Her intervening brings information to the parents that will help them prepare for what is to come. She warns them of a great tragedy that is about to occur and that this time the pod squad will not be reborn, of course she is thinking past lives not actual birth. She also leaves us with some hope, without hope we might as well pack it in now.
We find the parents are doing okay in Roswell, they are still married to each other, and in Jim and Amy’s case just married, and although still upset and lonely for their children, they are weathering the storm just fine. They also have pulled together becoming more friends, something that probably would never had happened concerning their diverse backgrounds. This is important, they are solid as a unit and will be a viable support for the pod squad upon their return, and these kids will need lots of love and support.
But what about Michael leaving? Michael left, this time he will not return to Max as he did the other three times. Max pushed the envelope too far, in his ranting because he was unable to accept that he was capable of such an act. Michel in his leaving is not all together mentally, he feels that he is evil and evil people deserve what they get, he feels that he did kill Zan and Vilandra, and he feels that no one ever loved him or wanted him. Where is Michael? Where does someone go as a last ditch effort subconsciously to be saved before they take their own life? “Max is right I should be dead”
Section 5: Surprise! is fairly short but contains some major bombshells as we prepare the pod squad for Book 2 and the confrontation of the past.
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Book 1: Section 4: Chapter 1: Part 1 of 2
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 4: Surprise!
Chapter 1: Biking through the Desert
~ Desert ~
Timeline: Sunday Late afternoon / Same Day
“On the first part of the journey I was looking at all the life. There were plants and birds and rocks and things. There was sand and hills and rings.” “A Horse With No Name” by Tin Man
The hot air scorched his lungs as he raced through the bleak desert landscape. ‘Damn it was hot for October’, that thought crossed his mind more than once. ‘This desert heat is relentless.’ One day it could be a balmy 80 degrees the next day 115 in the shade, a couple of eggs and some sidewalk was all you needed for breakfast fixing. It was already over a hundred and noon was still a long way off.
Michael barreled across Interstate 10 through the Arizona desert, headed east towards Las Cruces. He had suffered through, mile after mile after mile of desolate desert, where sparse patches of scrub, prickly pear cacti and saguaros, flanked him on either side of the road. At least Tucson gave him some entertainment value as he pissed off mini vans and SUV’s by weaving in and out of traffic. Michael was flipped off or cussed out by more soccer moms, in that hour than he could keep track of, all due to his reckless abandonment. He just did the single digit wave back to them and kept on going. Las Cruces soon came and went as he turned onto the two-way roads that connected Roswell to the real world.
Michael stood up on his bike, still in motion, balanced with some good old-fashioned alien powers, as he stretched his legs and gluteal muscles. He was still very sore and bruised from the attack, so riding the bike became painful after a few hours. Nevertheless, he continued he was determined to do carry out his plan, to the end. Sitting back down he stretched his back and cracked his neck. His body was exhausted, ‘only a few more miles’ he kept telling himself over and over again.
The road appeared endless in front of him, waves of imaginary water lapped up and down gently lulling him to sleep. Michael shook his head striving to keep awake. Giving his eyes a rest from continually staring at the black road, he looked at the scenery off in the distance. That was repetitive also, same khaki brown landscape, irritating sand, and the ever present cacti.
“Great!” Michael blew out a hot stream of air while his mind screamed at him to go off a cliff and end the pain of this toneless terrain now. This was quite a difference from where he had been living for the past few weeks. Michael thought back to the cool mountain air and lush green landscape of the Pacific Northwest. Riding his bike through the rich fern covered forest floor was exhilarating. There was crispness to the air, he felt alive, and his thirst for danger quenched as he careened in a reckless, unconcerned manner through mountain passes and down steep valleys. He had only been two days away and was really missing the scenery. On the other hand, was he really missing the gang or certain female members?
When he walked out of the apartment that day, he just got on his bike. He did not plan to go to Roswell, but he just gravitated that way. Deep down he was wanting to survive, trying to survive, his sub-consciousness was not to give in to him. Even though he was not a lover of Roswell or the people, he had no options left. Max had deserted him, his heart was so full of pain, he had never been so totally alone; he felt empty, barren, abandoned and destitute. He had never experienced this feeling before even when he was separated for three years from Max and Isabel, he could feel them, he did not know where the were but he could always feel them in his soul, especially Max.
Michael was heading for the pod chamber; he could stay there for a while he scope out whether or not Roswell was safe. He wanted to pick the gang up some mementos from their parents so that Isabel and Mari would have a good Christmas this year.
They were so miserable last year, homesick, scared on the run. He felt bad that their alien side had caused so much pain at a time, which was suppose to be happy, at least of the humans and Isabel, the famed Christmas Nazi. The fact that they made his life miserable, of course, had nothing had anything to do with his plan.
He knew what he was going to do would be a shock, but they would forget in time and this act would be next to last thing he would ever do. He would given them all a final gift but it would be late, not until mid January, he did not want to spoil their holidays. His gift to them would be his death, which would free them all.
The sun was beating down causing his helmet to steam, cooking his brains. He lost track of the road and began to daydream about Antar and his life. These dreams have been coming increasingly frequent, some days it seemed as though all he did was dream. The dreams had turned into memories with all the emotions, textures, smells and tastes that a memory can muster.
He turned in bed to see his love stretched out next to him like a lioness, content with her prey. Michael could feel the silky sheets and the coolness of her petal-soft skin as he reached out to stroke her back. Michael remembered Vilandra and his intense love for her and her for him. Rath had worshipped her and lived for her. Vilandra in turn would do anything for him and in the end gave her life for him. He missed her so bad, but she did not want him, neither him nor Rath. ‘No that is wrong she said she did love me.’ Michael shook his head, his thoughts was so confused right now.
Responding to his hand Vilandra arched her back and gave a soft sigh ‘Tellymon’. He heard his name, turned her over into his arms. She caressed his cheek as he bent down to caress her lips, his hands seeking out her soft ….
"BEEEEEEP” All of the sudden there was a van coming straight for him. Michael dodged in time and brought his bike to a screeching halt by the side of the road. “Damn it, I almost bit it that time. Damn memories! Shit!! Why can’t I keep my mind here in the now and present. “Michael spat out. His hands were shaking from almost being road kill. “Damn it.”
Rath was becoming more and more a daily battle to control No longer was he a separate entity inside, he had full walking ability. He was taking on Michael’s traits and dysfunctional attitude and Michael was taking on Rath’s psychological problems. Very very soon; there would little difference between the two as the memories and feelings merged into one Michael/Rath.
Rubbing the back of his neck, Michael got off the bike to stretch his cramped legs. It was then that he noticed how close he was to the pod chamber. Just a few more miles.
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 4: Surprise!
Chapter 1: Biking through the Desert
~ Desert ~
Timeline: Sunday Late afternoon / Same Day
“On the first part of the journey I was looking at all the life. There were plants and birds and rocks and things. There was sand and hills and rings.” “A Horse With No Name” by Tin Man
The hot air scorched his lungs as he raced through the bleak desert landscape. ‘Damn it was hot for October’, that thought crossed his mind more than once. ‘This desert heat is relentless.’ One day it could be a balmy 80 degrees the next day 115 in the shade, a couple of eggs and some sidewalk was all you needed for breakfast fixing. It was already over a hundred and noon was still a long way off.
Michael barreled across Interstate 10 through the Arizona desert, headed east towards Las Cruces. He had suffered through, mile after mile after mile of desolate desert, where sparse patches of scrub, prickly pear cacti and saguaros, flanked him on either side of the road. At least Tucson gave him some entertainment value as he pissed off mini vans and SUV’s by weaving in and out of traffic. Michael was flipped off or cussed out by more soccer moms, in that hour than he could keep track of, all due to his reckless abandonment. He just did the single digit wave back to them and kept on going. Las Cruces soon came and went as he turned onto the two-way roads that connected Roswell to the real world.
Michael stood up on his bike, still in motion, balanced with some good old-fashioned alien powers, as he stretched his legs and gluteal muscles. He was still very sore and bruised from the attack, so riding the bike became painful after a few hours. Nevertheless, he continued he was determined to do carry out his plan, to the end. Sitting back down he stretched his back and cracked his neck. His body was exhausted, ‘only a few more miles’ he kept telling himself over and over again.
The road appeared endless in front of him, waves of imaginary water lapped up and down gently lulling him to sleep. Michael shook his head striving to keep awake. Giving his eyes a rest from continually staring at the black road, he looked at the scenery off in the distance. That was repetitive also, same khaki brown landscape, irritating sand, and the ever present cacti.
“Great!” Michael blew out a hot stream of air while his mind screamed at him to go off a cliff and end the pain of this toneless terrain now. This was quite a difference from where he had been living for the past few weeks. Michael thought back to the cool mountain air and lush green landscape of the Pacific Northwest. Riding his bike through the rich fern covered forest floor was exhilarating. There was crispness to the air, he felt alive, and his thirst for danger quenched as he careened in a reckless, unconcerned manner through mountain passes and down steep valleys. He had only been two days away and was really missing the scenery. On the other hand, was he really missing the gang or certain female members?
When he walked out of the apartment that day, he just got on his bike. He did not plan to go to Roswell, but he just gravitated that way. Deep down he was wanting to survive, trying to survive, his sub-consciousness was not to give in to him. Even though he was not a lover of Roswell or the people, he had no options left. Max had deserted him, his heart was so full of pain, he had never been so totally alone; he felt empty, barren, abandoned and destitute. He had never experienced this feeling before even when he was separated for three years from Max and Isabel, he could feel them, he did not know where the were but he could always feel them in his soul, especially Max.
Michael was heading for the pod chamber; he could stay there for a while he scope out whether or not Roswell was safe. He wanted to pick the gang up some mementos from their parents so that Isabel and Mari would have a good Christmas this year.
They were so miserable last year, homesick, scared on the run. He felt bad that their alien side had caused so much pain at a time, which was suppose to be happy, at least of the humans and Isabel, the famed Christmas Nazi. The fact that they made his life miserable, of course, had nothing had anything to do with his plan.
He knew what he was going to do would be a shock, but they would forget in time and this act would be next to last thing he would ever do. He would given them all a final gift but it would be late, not until mid January, he did not want to spoil their holidays. His gift to them would be his death, which would free them all.
The sun was beating down causing his helmet to steam, cooking his brains. He lost track of the road and began to daydream about Antar and his life. These dreams have been coming increasingly frequent, some days it seemed as though all he did was dream. The dreams had turned into memories with all the emotions, textures, smells and tastes that a memory can muster.
He turned in bed to see his love stretched out next to him like a lioness, content with her prey. Michael could feel the silky sheets and the coolness of her petal-soft skin as he reached out to stroke her back. Michael remembered Vilandra and his intense love for her and her for him. Rath had worshipped her and lived for her. Vilandra in turn would do anything for him and in the end gave her life for him. He missed her so bad, but she did not want him, neither him nor Rath. ‘No that is wrong she said she did love me.’ Michael shook his head, his thoughts was so confused right now.
Responding to his hand Vilandra arched her back and gave a soft sigh ‘Tellymon’. He heard his name, turned her over into his arms. She caressed his cheek as he bent down to caress her lips, his hands seeking out her soft ….
"BEEEEEEP” All of the sudden there was a van coming straight for him. Michael dodged in time and brought his bike to a screeching halt by the side of the road. “Damn it, I almost bit it that time. Damn memories! Shit!! Why can’t I keep my mind here in the now and present. “Michael spat out. His hands were shaking from almost being road kill. “Damn it.”
Rath was becoming more and more a daily battle to control No longer was he a separate entity inside, he had full walking ability. He was taking on Michael’s traits and dysfunctional attitude and Michael was taking on Rath’s psychological problems. Very very soon; there would little difference between the two as the memories and feelings merged into one Michael/Rath.
Rubbing the back of his neck, Michael got off the bike to stretch his cramped legs. It was then that he noticed how close he was to the pod chamber. Just a few more miles.
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