--I’ve got something
You’ve got nothing
To lose
I can give you
So much more
Than you are
Used to-- d2
Kayin was running hard. He was having a hard time keeping up with this man, let
alone the fact that he had to catch him. “Tyrith” echoed through Kayin’s mind, causing
him to seethe with anger. The man was a sadistic killer, and had brutally murdered a
good friend of Kayin’s. And as much as Kayin hated to admit it, Tyrith was very good at
his job.
Tyrith ran into an old warehouse and disappeared into the darkness inside. Kayin
stopped just inside the door. He held his breath a moment, trying to listen for where
Tyrith could be. He let his breath out in a quiet hiss. Kayin’s eyes darted all about the
room. Wooden crates were stacked up high, making it very easy for someone to hide.
He debated turning on the lights, and decided against it. He could function well enough
in the dark. Kayin turned and shut the door behind him. He held his sword up in front of
him, ready for whatever Tyrith might try.
Kayin moved slowly, searching with his eyes, and with his ears. Something fell
behind him, causing a loud crash. Kayin whipped around and stared at the shattered
glass on the floor. Kayin didn’t see anyone. But a slight noise caught his attention,
Kayin turned his eyes upward just in time to see Tyrith leap from the beams above his
head. Kayin’s eyes went wide and he rolled out of the way, making sure to keep a tight
grip on his sword, as Tyrith landed.
Kayin was up on his feet again and glaring into the cold crystalline eyes of his
opponent. They were green, and seemed to glow somehow, sending chills down Kayin’s
spine. For a few moments, the two men just held each others stare, each waiting for the
other to make the first move. Kayin lost patience and lunged in, sword flashing in an
downward arch. His strike would have cleaved Tyrith in two, if Tyrith hadn’t blocked it
with his own set of weapons. They were knife-like weapons, with long barbs that went
down the length, which was just long enough to cause fatal damage if driven into the
right place. Kayin came in with another thrust of his sword, and was again blocked. But
Kayin followed up with a kick to Tyrith’s stomach, sending the larger man staggering
backwards.
Tyrith smiled evilly at Kayin. It was a cold bitter smile that held a promise worse
than death. Kayin shivered slightly. Tyrith continued to smile as he made a jump that
wasn’t humanly possible up to the beams. Tyrith paused for less than a second before
leaping down at Kayin again, this time with his weapons aimed for him.
But Kayin was ready this time. He jumped into the air to meet Tyrith, and at the
last minute, he whipped his head back for a mid-air reverse somersault. He cried out,
“Scottish Moon!!” as he gathered his energy into a physical manifestation of fire.
Kayin’s boot made contact with Tyrith’s face, sending the latter sprawling over some
wooden crates. Kayin landed, cat-like, on his feet. Unfortunately, Tyrith seemed to have
sustained no real damage either.
The two men fought. And their battle seemed as though it would never end.
Kayin was using his last reserves of strength, as Tyrith seemed to actually gain more
speed and power. Kayin’s throat was raw and his breathing was ragged and strained. He
was mostly on defense, trying not to get himself killed. But, he realized, he would have
to go offensive if he wanted this battle to end. Unfortunately, the moment Kayin
switched to the offensive, he played right into a trap.
It was almost as if Tyrith had read Kayin’s mind. And in a matter of seconds,
Kayin was disarmed. He found himself on his knees, desperately trying to pry away the
fingers that had wrapped themselves around Kayin’s pale throat, cutting off his air.
Tyrith gave him a leering smile and loosened his grip just enough to keep Kayin
conscious. *This isn’t right... this is... not what happened...*
Tyrith answered his silent thoughts. “Do you know that for certain?” Kayin
stared in astonished fear at Tyrith, who laughed. His laughter wasn’t a pleasant sound...
like the creaking of rotted wood about to fall out from beneath your feet. And in fact...
that was how Kayin was feeling. Like his entire world was giving way, and that he would
plunge into an endless black void if he did not hold on to something, anything, to keep
him from falling.... but there was no one there, save for Tyrith.
But Kayin wouldn’t. True, he feared this man. He was afraid of his endless
strength, of his nigh invulnerability. But more than that, he hated this man. This cold
heartless killer.
“I’m much less heartless than you think, Kayin,” again Tyrith had read his
thoughts.
“What in bloody blue Heaven are you?!” was Kayin’s response. Fear laced
through his words, even though he tried to keep it down.
Tyrith smiled that cruel and evil smile and his form glimmered and shifted,
changing to look like Tempest, Kayin’s long dead father. Then answered him: “I am
anyone you want me to be...” Kayin could not believe his eyes. His body trembled and
he wanted to wrap his arms around his father, but afraid that it would disappear, like an
image on the surface of a calm lake. ‘Tempest’ let go of Kayin’s throat and pushed back
some of his reddish-blond hair out of his face. Then he leaned down and kissed Kayin
lightly on the top of his head. Then gently on his lips. Kayin tried to push him away, but
‘Tempest’s’ arms wrapped around him. The larger man forced his tongue into Kayin’s
mouth. Kayin struggled, and finally pushed ‘Tempest’ away. But he pulled Kayin back
and leaned down, whispering in Kayin’s ear.
“...and,” he began softly with a mocking laughter, as his form once again shifted,
this time to reveal Shou Shinjo, older brother of Eiji, but also.... the man responsible for
Kayin’s father’s death. “... and I am everyone you don’t!” ‘Shou’ back-handed Kayin
fiercely, sending him sliding across the floor. “I’ve done my homework. And it seems
you got more than a few skeletons in your closet.”
Kayin struggled to his knees, and looked up and the form shifted back to Tyrith.
Kayin stared at the taller man, afraid, uncomprehending what was happening. Tyrith
tilted Kayin’s chin up a little more to look him in the eye. “But most importantly Kayin,
my beautiful Hunter. I, am your master now.”
Tyrith pushed Kayin down on his back. Kayin couldn’t move. As if his mind was
frozen and his limbs had turned to water, he was paralyzed with fear. Tyrith leaned over
him, smiling. The grin was almost predatory. Then Tyrith bent down and covered
Kayin’s mouth with his own.
A startled sound escaped Kayin’s throat. Tyrith slipped his tongue into Kayin’s
mouth. It occurred to Kayin in a child-like thought that tongues did not taste very good.
Like swallowing a phantom. Alien and suffocating, yet no real proof it was ever there.
Tyrith’s touch was like ice as he slowly removed Kayin’s jacket and shirt. Kayin felt
hands stroke down his chest to his stomach, alien hands, cold hands. Kayin shut his eyes
tightly, not wanting to know, not wanting to feel.
“You will feel pleasure, Kayin,” Tyrith whispered in Kayin’s ear before his
tongue shot out and gently licked it, causing Kayin to shudder. “Believe in me that.
Your pleasure is inevitable.”
A small twitch of something stirred in Kayin and then dissipated, mingling with
the fear and hatred he felt. It was....
_ Desire.... anticipation.... need.... _
*No....*
The fingers glided down ever-lower on his bare stomach, gentle, soft, cool, and
warm at the same time.
*Please no... I don’t want--*
It felt good.
*I won’t....*
He shivered as Tyrith all-too gently kissed his neck. Gently sucking and nipping
at the juncture of Kayin’s shoulder and throat.
*.... ....*
A single tear fell down Kayin’s face as the fingers traced the waistline of his jeans
and then dipped below it. A soft, almost inaudible moan escaped Kayin’s throat.
Silver tears tracing down his face, Kayin closed his eyes and gave himself over,
body and mind, to the monster above him.
As the warehouse began to collapse around the two men, and Kayin began to
return to consciousness, Tyrith’s words echoed through the frightened passageways of his
mind. “You have no will. You will hear nothing that I do not wish you to hear. See
nothing that I do not wish you to see. Believe nothing that I do not wish you to believe.
And you will think nothing that I do not wish you to think. You belong to me. And I
take good care of what is mine.”
Kayin awoke, sitting bolt upright in bed and drenched in a cold sweat. For a few
minutes, he stared into the darkness around him. Then he began to shiver. His eyes
searched the darkness, trying to discern what had frightened him so. He didn’t know.
But he knew fear. His heart was pounding in his chest at high speed, his breath came in
short gasps, all of his senses were sharpened from the rush of adrenaline surging through
his blood. But he could see nothing. Hear nothing. He had felt something was there...
but that was foolishness, he thought. He had just had a nightmare, that’s all. And Kayin
believed it. Even though he couldn’t remember what he had dreamt about.
Kayin lay back down on his bed and fell asleep again. He hadn’t seen the man
standing in plain view at the foot of his bed. Hadn’t heard him moving around or
speaking in a hushed voice to him. He didn’t think anyone could possibly be there. He
had laughed at his instincts. He couldn’t believe that they could be right. But perhaps....
those instincts would be the only thing to save him in the end.
End
Chapter Two
Look, I know this one was really short, but it filled it’s purpose.
Woe unto thee who tries to plagiarize my story!!
