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Hidden Sunlight - 9. Beautiful Resolve

His sense was amplified, a paragon of control and delegation. The heightened awareness of spatial location, moving bodies, relative mass and potential strength was judged well and weighted with a pinpoint degree of threat-analysis. Keenly anticipating with a rigour that was unsurpassed by the normal human mind, Mira was more prepared than his opponents knew. He could tell it, for while his hunter imperative was built from the necessity of killing for supplement, the food of the body; in the alternate aspect, the guise of the assassin was active to finish anything that threatened the primacy of his motivations.

Four men were closest and had slowed to a halt just shy of his location. Two were nearly straight in front, two more were split on either side, directly to the left and right. A final more distant pair still approached, their speed curtailed now the chase was done. Their target was motionless, the need for haste removed.

A gauge of temperament revealed points of interest. Left was wary and reticent, his cardinal distrust of seemingly harmless situations showing in the painfully tight grip upon his weapon, and in the sweating uncertainty about his skill to prosecute the cause. Right was a larger specimen and bold, the opposite; a heady masculine overconfidence, too satisfied that he was capable against a mere child. The forward two were different again; centre-left was eager to fire his weapon, his trigger hand too solidly coiled. Centre-right was patient and the most level head of the four. Their stances spoke to him, and his was silent in response, a cloak of real intent and skill. He allowed the veneer to show; he was but a boy, young and untested, surely minimal danger. Frightened, motionless above a downed ally, he was alone and outmatched. What kind of threat was this?

"Copy that, Theta Three." One of the approaching pair spoke into his communicator. His tone was command and he carried a swagger of importance that none of the others had. No direct understanding of the terms was needed for Mira to glean meaning. The four near him were stationary and waiting; then the commanding presence spoke again, no acknowledgment this time but supplying instruction. "Apprehend and subdue, non lethal force only. Two and Six, take point. Four and Five, support."

Designated pawns in the battlefield topography of his hawk eye, the left and right, 'Two' and 'Six,' closed those few metres of distance as they were commanded to move. First to enter his sphere of physical reach was Two, the left. His confidence had expanded, the reticence gone, doubts purged and eager now to perform the superior's behest. Breach of that sphere was the final signal and the immaculate ballet of Mira's killer's finesse kicked into overdrive

Neural transmissions intensified and became a synaptic avalanche; the butt of the rifle flying toward his head as the opening act of subjugation was as inconsequential as a child's attempt at combat, uncoordinated and hopelessly insufficient. From Mira’s view, it was sluggish, despite the speed with which the adversary believed it was swung. His opponents were reduced to comparative slow motion, and although it was not literally the case, his perception understood the disproportionate speed in this light. The boy's reflexes were severely sharper, his sinew and muscle more precise and unerringly well calculated, than the most concentrated reactions of the six before him.

Easily evading, he dipped to the right and forward, and it soared past his face. The man was still well balanced, but Mira's repositioned dodge was placed just so. With a nimble step past Two, but still close, he grabbed the arm and pulled in tune with the momentum as it went by. Two's speed increased as Mira threw him more into his own strike, but before he realised the melee was missed, a tripping left foot was planted by an ankle at the prime place. Inertia took hold, the legs stopping and the upper body flying forward. The man made an unintended dive for the pavement, the boy's left foot skipping free as soon as the stumble was initiated. Turning, Mira's right foot followed him down, the heel striking the back of the skull as the man landed on the pavement face first. The sound of impact was unquestionable and the first mark was reached.

Pivoting on the left foot without pause, he could feel the looming presence of the second attacker, the shadow of Six's arm approaching from behind. It was reaching for his shoulder, the heavy power-move blatant. Six would use an overpowering of thuggish strength; the tactic was boorishly obvious. The left hand would jerk Mira's left side back, unbalancing him. It would allow Six, who was right-handed, the luxury of a brutal hook with the prized stronger arm, the target grappled and vulnerable. His body language in the preceding seconds had made clear Six’s egotistic arrogance and the high self-regard for his martial prowess. This boy was no challenge for the experience and brawn of a real man.

As Mira dropped his height and fell back a step in one movement, his hands enclosed the man's thick wrist, the questing fingers grasping fruitlessly at air. Then, he was dragged into a throw, the energy of the attack converted into kinetic output, and Mira was boosting Six seamlessly forward over his shoulder. His enemy was big, but with the correct application of leverage, he was near enough to weightless. Six was on his back before his brain could decipher what had occurred, and the simplistic success of the prior mark came right back into play. Mira's heel rammed down full strength into the man's upturned face, repeating the gesture. The second mark was reached.

In a graceful spin, he came back full circle, to land where he had left off, crouching over the firmament of The Other. His position was reassumed, and the enemy was reduced in number, despoiled of opportunity. The space he had to work with was rearranged in his mind, and their coordination and dispositions reassessed.

Fresh words were coming from the commander, angry orders, but Mira was heedless now as the next two, Four and Five, were already on the approach. Furious indignation was beating in opposition to his own cadence of zen as if it were a battle of mentality alone. For Mira, the intersection of the real world and programmed instincts were what drove his interaction and these new men could not grasp this. So basic was it for him to dance around them, an elbow here to break equilibrium, a kick to the back of knee there and then Four, the eager trigger-hasting zealot, was upon his knees.

Mira arrived behind him, his mind alight with wonder and purpose. Were any of them truly combat capable or did he simply meet inferiors of this fighting caste? It did not matter; his hands slid almost lovingly around the man's throat and before he was any the wiser, the position was found. One hand pulled down and across, the other up and at an angle, twisting. There was an unhealthy pop of vertebrae, and the man was limp, toppling forward in rhythm with Mira's improvised plan. The third mark was on cue. Yet as this was done, there came an uncounterable move, an act without mitigation.

He froze.

The other man, Five, had the barrel of his gun jammed in Shay's stomach and his eyes had just come to Mira's face, trained now on the rogue partisan. He was immobilised by this easiest of things. A ferocious will chafed at the immense hold he placed on his actions; wishing to kill this man and to kill the following two that were rapidly advancing. The sound of their boots scuffed as they ran and Mira knew there was no chance at this juncture, that his feint and thrust were not enough. This was the one risk he would never take. The cost of failure was too high. It was his to guard, to cherish and to enshrine in the glorious hopeful warmth of his spirit ... but not to gamble.

Never thus. Shay was sacrosanct.

He did not move and knowingly let the rifle flat strike him this time, eyes only upon the body of his boy. The directives of war were fading and they retreated into the hindmost corners, to be called upon again only in the utmost need. Even as he was forced to his knees and then to the ground itself, he still did not respond nor recognise what was put upon him. The dozens of little wounds and scrapes and the relentless soreness of injury, the fatigue, were just things to be experienced and duly ignored; their context here was as meaningless as his captors' intransigence.

Pain? What use had it? There was none here. He had failed in his exercise of slaughter and this was damning. Ultimately though, even to the last second before unconsciousness, his focus was still upon only one thing.

The Other.

Shay was alive.

Nothing was in vain.

-o-0-O-0-o-

The same dream.

The same place.

The same fear and pursuit, the same flight for my life. It has not changed and it repeats, as it has twice before. The ruins of Aspira fly by, the lifeless nondescript bones of the city. Then, again, that road. The giant creature, a monstrous sharpeling bigger than possible, a hideous parody of fictional evil, a burning black tar-faced demon from the pit of some crazed nightmare.

Just as before, it approaches, the introduction of the words upon the sign behind it a laughable contrast. Welcome to Aspira City, Jewel of Lucere. The scene plays out as I know it will, but I am still no less mortified as I experience it than the first two times. I cannot shake the feeling that it is going to reach me. It does not, although it has nearly crossed the road to where I stand by the time my moment of escape happens.

Then I wake up.

Coming to, my head was throbbing with what felt like a migraine. Woozy, dehydrated, I sat up, my thoughts scattered and slowly piecing together. Fucking hate that dream. My whole body ached with the uncomfortable feeling of having spent a long time lying on a flat hard surface in an unnatural posture. My mouth was dry and my skin felt raw. Scraped, most probably, from the fall off the bike as we left the hospital.

Where am I?

I opened my eyes and was greeted by depressing greyness all around as my vision focused, and then, as I looked up, the sudden and rather unnerving sight of a sharpeling, looking right at me.

The fuck?!

The breath left my body and I gasped in shock, pushing myself backwards along the floor until I bumped against a wall. The creature was fixated, breath rasping as it watched me, alert but passive. It took me a second for the initial shock and fear to fade, and I realised that I was safe and that it couldn’t try anything. The sharpeling was on the other side of a grid of bars, which was part of the room's wall. A cell, as I soon saw; square, about three metres a side, give or take a little.

To my right, the entrance and door, narrow vertical bars ensuring I was locked in. To my left, the rear wall, a small cheerless window near the roof, otherwise a blotchy seamless ending to the room. Both opposite and behind me were adjoining cells, the structure of the walls symmetrical. Though I had awakened on the floor, there were low benches on each side, wide enough to lay on, roughly knee high. From waist height, the solidity of the lower wall became a grid of steel bars to the ceiling, allowing at least the air to move freely between the cells. The bars were far enough apart that I guessed I could probably fit my hand through if I tried. Not that it would help much, since there was nothing in the cell behind me to reach for. The one across from me even less so, as I didn't fancy losing a limb to the sharpeling.

Why would anyone imprison one? I engaged it in a staring contest as I sat up on the bench, rubbing my neck and arms, trying to straighten some of the kinks out of my muscles. The sharpeling's foreclaws were hooked through the bars lower down, the hands brushing the metal as if it wanted to pull the bars out. It probably did, but it knew it couldn't reach me. That wasn't stopping it from getting as close as it physically could though. What's the point in capture? May as well just kill it. Not like they can learn anything new from it, right? Then I realised I didn't really know who 'they' were.

Nor where Mira had gotten to.

Mira ...

Worry welled up within me and I tried not to hyperventilate as my breathing picked up. He wasn't here and I didn't like that. He's better at taking care of himself than me, but why isn't he here? Where did they put him? Despite my knowledge that he was more adept at surviving than I was, logic didn't enter into things. The panic I felt was quite extraordinary and I didn't know how I was meant to deal with it. He needs to come back. I want him to come back. He's going to return to me.

He was going to return to me.

Say it enough times to yourself and it might come true.

I stood and walked to the doorway, the sharpeling matching my position along the wall, moving like an angry shadow. I gave it no attention. As keen as it was to make a meal of me, it was just as well restrained as I was. I could hear the claws scratching at the bars as it gripped them. It hadn't bothered vocalising anything, seeming to know there was no point in making aggressive noises if it couldn't follow through.

The bars of the door were solidly held in place and wouldn't even rattle as I gripped and tried to shake them. Not a chance. I'm locked in here good and proper. Might as well try to wake the dead.

I cleared my throat and drew in a breath. "Hey! Is anyone there?!"

Silence. The faint echo of my voice was the only thing I could hear.

"Hey! Anyone at all!" I called. "Hello?! Please!"

Nothing.

I continued to shout for several more minutes, hoping at least to get some kind of response. A guard, maybe. Anyone at all. I was just about to give up and go back to my staring contest with the sharpeling when there was a sound.

People?

The sound was the impact of door against wall and the effort of someone moving, at least two of them, in a march down the corridor adjacent. I caught a glimpse as they strode by my door, not even looking at me as they went by. They were in uniforms of some kind, a pale sky blue, and were wearing berets, though I didn't see much before they were past. A clicking of keys in lock followed and then the door to the next cell was opening. The men threw a body in, and it fell heavily to the floor and lay there unmoving. The door slid back shut abruptly and clicked into place. There was not even a chance to see the faces of my jailors, but that was already forgotten.

"Mira?" I whispered, my voice breaking. For a few seconds he didn't shift and then slowly, with so much pitiful difficulty, he pushed himself up off the floor with his hands until he was sitting on his feet, kneeling. His head was still forward and he struggled for a moment to stay sitting upright. One hand steadied his balance as it reached out to the floor for support, pushing himself back up. I could see now his shirt was ripped in more than one place, the wound on his arm from the LPHC was reopened and there were fresh abrasions and gashes all over visible skin. Patches of blood had soaked through in many places; there were undoubtedly more than I could see. Maybe even dozens of wounds on his upper body alone, hidden beneath material. His right shoulder sported a trail of bruises running all the way up to his temple, where there was a sizable spot of dried coagulated blood, his hair matted from where it had touched.

Certain things in life you cannot prepare yourself for. No matter how well you imagine your ability to cope has developed, the experience of difficult situations can be more than that. At the worst of times, being there and seeing it could well surpass that capacity to endure. Someone had beaten him up very badly, only stopping short of actually breaking bones. I wasn't even sure of that either.

All I knew right then was that I was woefully unprepared.

It was a storm of feelings. Three major things engulfed me from that storm, the epicentre of it. I was consoled. He's back with me. I was angry. What the fuck is with these people? Most of all, I was distraught. Extremely agitated. It only got worse as he climbed agonisingly slowly onto the bench and collapsed next to me. A ball of frenetic anguished energy bounced around inside my chest. I want to hurt someone and I want to ... lose it completely. He pulled himself up so he was level with me, then lay his head against those bars.

I wish ... I could take away his suffering. Cure his wounds. I laid my head alongside his, our cheeks touching. Mira let out a soft contented sigh as our skin made contact. A myriad of meaning was contained in that little sound. It told me: 'that is my reward for hardship. I get to touch you. It is more than I deserve.' It's maddening and amazing. You're more than I deserve. I didn't even realise how much I was weeping until I felt him move and his fingers brush weakly over the wetness on my cheek.

"Don't cry." Quiet even for a whisper, mellow and gentle. A note of empathy, a simultaneous happiness and sadness reverberated through me as his voice plucked at the heart-strings. His speech always did that to me, the equivalent of nails upon the chalkboard in how unsettling it was, only in a thoroughly wonderful way.

"Mira ... " I whispered back. Try to at least be coherent. "I see you in pain and- ... I hate it. It's horrible." It makes me feel so powerless, so useless.

His head turned so his forehead was resting on the bars, not his cheek. I did the same, his eyes roaming tiredly over my face as he leaned there. He wants to see me and I want him to look. That feeling of connection. I can't get enough of that. I felt his hand grasp mine as it lay loosely over the divide where the wall met the bars. His fingers wove between mine and latched us together, and then he actually smiled. That same smile as the first time we had kissed, so full of joy and ardour. The one that made me feel as if I were walking on air and my chest was full of helium.

"Shay." As soft as before and equally as melodious. His reply was laboured, from the stress of finding the words and from just speaking them, a trial in its own right. "You ... are ... " Then, a long pause as he made the massive conscious effort to bridge the barrier of language and find what he sought. Then he found it.

"Beautiful."

Exhausted, he turned to his side again. His head came back to where it was and I didn't let go of his hand as I pressed back in beside him. His fingers meshed with mine and his bloodstained cheek pressed against my tearstained one. As we fell asleep that way, there was a realisation about what all these reactions and emotions meant. I was completing a path of discovery I didn't even know I had begun, and this was an ending point. An ending point that also opened up a whole wide world of potential, for where my life was to go next. The mass of ups and downs I'd gone through over the last few days; the highs and lows that were practically bipolar in nature. It was a yo-yo of feelings that were all connected somehow to this boy. What little doubt I had remaining was thrown out, right then and there.

I want a future with him in it.

I will fight for him.

I love him.

-o-0-O-0-o-

Another full day of restless waiting passed. They took Mira again and though I knew there was no point in protest, every part of me wanted to scream at them as they hauled him out. Then, several hours later, back again, hanging between them. They dumped him on the cell floor. Unable to even move, he just lay there. It got to me so much that I couldn't even watch him. The sight disturbed me.

More than that, it bred a great despairing hatred.

I spent the rest of that evening engaged in a new staring match with the sharpeling. Though it was keen in observation of me, from time to time it would break, then circle its own cell, doing a lap. Whether to break the monotony or for some other reason related to the unknowable world of sharpeling psychology, I wasn't sure. In a strange way, despite the murderous instincts of the creature, I started to feel almost sorry for it and even found myself beginning to hate the humans around here more. Sharpelings didn't repeatedly beat someone, they just killed. Brutally and effectively, no doubt, but that was all it was. Their motivations were no more than that. Hunt and kill.

Torture never came into it.

The second day, I was woken up and dragged out of my cell instead of Mira. Pushed along a passage until suddenly, there was sunshine. The brightness and warmth was pleasant compared with the cold isolation of the cell and I got a chance to survey my surroundings before I was forced to sit, a lone chair in front of an officer.

High stone walls. Vehicles, military packing containers. It was a compound, somewhere in the countryside, as I could hear the distant sound of birdsong, a hauntingly displaced sound for a mercenary operation like this. There were a decent number of men, maybe a couple dozen. All were in uniforms and were busy doing different things. Some cleaning weapons, some working out, some just talking idly. That was all I got to see before I was being spoken to.

"I hope you will be more forthcoming." The speaker had a detectable French accent, though it wasn't strong and like Konstantin, his English felt perfectly natural and fluent. He was tall and whipcord slim, with close cropped black hair and a long angular nose, thin lips, and incisive eyes. There were pins of some kind on his uniform, maybe for rank. While it seemed he had less obvious mass than the other men I'd seen, his movements were all sinew and lean muscle and I knew instantly that he was dangerous.

"You can address me as Le Renard." High-handed, superior. He doesn't scare me in the same way as León, but he feels like he fits into that category of bastard. He was looking down at me as I stared up at him. Cold and deliberate. "You at least have a voice. We've heard it. So I will have your name."

Like fuck you will.

I remained silent.

The thump of the blow snapped my head around and cut my mouth at the edge of the lip. Painfully, I sat back up again. Shrug it off. The same cold expression, the emotionless edge.

"I will not tolerate rudeness. I speak, you answer. What is your name?"

I glared at him, refusing.

THUMP. Just as strong, just as quick.

"This will continue until you learn. What is your name?"

Son of a bitch. Coughing, I wiped my lip, a streak of red on my hand. "Shay," I told him in a guttural growl. He smiled coolly, until I gave the addendum. "You cowardly motherfucker."

The smile became a frown, but he did not hit me again. "So you are the one. This I did not expect." He regarded me now with a different kind of interest, a curiosity. "What a mouth you have too. A pity your friend was so unwilling."

I don't care if he knocks out all my teeth, I'm going to give this son of a bitch a piece of my mind. "Go FUCK yourself! You beat him half to death and why?! You're nothing but scum! Gutless snakes!"

Thwack! The third blow was the same as the first two, though I sat back up quicker this time, refusing to let it faze me. Backbone. I'm not giving them anything.

"Your commando friend killed three of my Lambda group. He is a killer, my men are killers. They play the same game. If you lose, you pay. He was caught, he lost and now the penalty is his. Do not expect any sympathy."

Suddenly, his treatment made a bit more sense. They know he's the dangerous one and they want vengeance for their own. At the same time though, I didn't feel a shred of sympathy for those dead men either. They were shooting at us, what did they expect? But ... wow ... Mira killed three of them! Despite myself, I felt a surge of pride. It was a hollow victory since we'd been captured anyway, but there was a warm glow of satisfaction knowing he'd fought so hard. My Mira beat three of these military fuckers. He did it on his own, for me. He's that awesome.

"So, now you will tell me where you are from." It wasn't a question, and he stayed standing as stiffly and formally as he had from the beginning. "Not only this, but what you were doing in Lorentz."

"You recognised my name, so you know where I came from." Then, a sudden leap of intuition that made a perfect logical fit. Why didn't I think of that before? "I bet it was you that dealt with León, wasn't it? You seem like the sort he'd know how to talk to. Well, just so you know," I informed him, "he's dead. That's why you haven't heard from him. He had his throat ripped open because he made a very foolish mistake."

Le Renard's face stayed impassive and remote, but there was a flicker of surprise and concern in his eyes. Bingo. Now I know who these people are. Mention of the Spanish name was unexpected and most probably unwanted. He changed tack. "It is no short distance from the next province to Lorentz and you come to a hospital." Then, a pause, no question. He was thinking. "A hospital, to use old electronics, as I'm told. Well, Shay, in that case, maybe you know something more about the inhibitor locations?"

Inhibitor locations? Not a clue what he's talking about. I just stared back at him, but before the interrogation could go any further a man marched up to Le Renard and stopped next to him. He gave a swift salute and the officer turned to him. The man glanced at me questioningly. "Sir?"

"Ignore the prisoner. Speak."

"Yes sir." He acknowledged. "The lieutenant sent word. He wants them brought to him."

"Mmm. Have you spoken with Klaus?"

"No sir."

"Tell him I am making the call. We'll leave this afternoon. Inform the lieutenant too, we'll be there tomorrow with both prisoners and the remains of Lambda."

The man nodded, saluted sharply and walked off. Le Renard turned back to me. Indifferent, he began to talk and it took me second to realise he wasn't speaking to me, but to the men behind me who had hauled me from the jail to begin with. "Ledder, you heard. Go find Jankowski and get prepped to move." I heard the rustle as he snapped to attention behind me, then he left. Le Renard addressed the other. "Riley, get this insolent child out of my sight."

"Yes sir." Then a momentary gap before Riley asked a question back. "Um, do you care if I ... y'know."

"Him?" The Frenchman glanced down at me. A smirk crossed over his face and his eyes flicked back up to the man behind me. "Hartley only said alive, nothing else. I don't give a shit what you get up to, just save it for the road and don't disgrace me. Got it?"

Save it for the road? What is he talking about? An uncomfortable feeling settled in my stomach as he pulled me off the chair and began to shepherd me back into the jail building. He released me back into my cell, the door clicking shut. To my surprise he didn't leave straight away. A glance along the passageway to make sure he wasn't being observed. Uh oh. What does he want from me?

Involuntarily, I backed up a step from the door. Riley leaned forward a little, so he was at my head height, I guess trying not to frighten me away. If you're making like to not scare me, this behaviour is creeping me out. If this is going where I think it's going ...

"Hey kid," he called, soft and clear.

"Y-yeah?"

A friendly smile. "You're a nice lookin' boy," he murmured. "Anyone ever told you that?"

Oh god. Oh GOD. I wanted to back away but I locked my muscles in place. Control yourself. Don't let him see how freaked out you are. Don't let any of these fuckwads mess with your head. Keep it together. For Mira.

I shook my head.

"Pity. You're just right." His eyes ran over me from head to toe. "Yeah, reeeal fine." A beat, as I fought down the feelings of horror, the crawling revulsion that wanted to make me react to him. Not going to let it win. "You're coming on mission with us. Let's just say that me and you are gonna get to know each other a bit better."

You're a fucking paedophile and I- ... I won't let you. I didn't know how, but I'd find a way out.

"I bet you'd like that, huh?" He smirked. "Your friend, nippy and vicious as hell. Man, you shoulda seen it. He fought like you were his personal bitch. You two had it going on, I know it. Bet he was givin' it to ya, am I right?"

Don't bite. Don't say ANYTHING.

"Huh." He studied my face a second, searching for a clue, since I wasn't saying a word. He's never going to know, and you can't let him. "Well, it's like this. I know you want it and Renny isn't much fun to be around, but he lets me do my thing. So I'll make you a deal. Be a good boy, play along, give it up when I say and I'll make sure you have it easy. Be a bad boy and I'll just take it, rough-like. So you got yourself a choice. Simple."

I kept my silence.

"Come on Shay, what do you say buddy? You're gonna like it. Learn it from a man."

I stared at him. He wasn't actually bad looking. Well built, a sort of perpetual smug look to his eyes as if he knew how smart and handsome he was. Very masculine and clean cut. If he wasn't extorting me and soliciting sex, he'd seem like a nice enough guy. Pretty big 'if.' He looked at me expectantly, a luring harmless 'just give in and have some fun' grin aimed full force at me. This guy isn't stupid, he's dangerous. Think! Shay, you are smarter than him. He's underestimating you, thinking he can manipulate you and play the power game because you're a kid. That you're still that dumb piece of meat to be used and abused by an adult like him because he's in a position where he can do it. Play along, alright, just more than he thinks. Turn that against him.

Remember? For Mira.

I forced a shy smile, as natural and coy as I could make it. Tentative, I nodded, suppressing the disgusted nauseous feeling it generated inside. That's the way. Play right into his hands. Clueless school-boy who needs a 'real man.' Exactly the kind of thing this pervert would get off on. Just what he wants to see.

"Atta boy." His grin widened and he nodded, half to himself. Standing fully upright, he gave me another visual once-over and then he was away, striding down the passageway between the cells.

My shoulders were shaking from the fear and adrenaline I had squashed inside me was now escaping into actual tremours. The sharpeling, interestingly, was clinging to the cell door instead of next to my wall, following the soldier with curiosity as he exited past it. Yeah, you and me have a common goal.

"You're going to regret it," I growled under my breath, in the direction Riley had retreated. So will Le Renard, if I can do anything at all about it.

I would make sure of it.

-o-0-O-0-o-

For whatever reason, we were kept in the dark, literally as well as figuratively, about exactly where it was we were going. A hood was put over my head as soon as I emerged from the prison so that I wasn't even sure what sort of vehicle we were in. It wasn't removed when we were inside either, and all I could feel for the next couple of hours as we drove was the vibration of metal and occasionally a change in momentum and direction, as we turned along some new route.

Finally, the engine cut out and then one of the men was grabbing my arms, hustling me outside. I heard the Frenchman's voice, giving orders and another unidentified speaker. He had an accent too, a heavy one, but he was speaking at a distance, the sound muffled. I soon discovered they were constructing tents because not too much later, I was being dragged again, this time onto a canvas floor.

The hood came off and I found myself sitting on a military fold-out cot. We were inside a tent, as I thought. Mira was sitting on an identical bed, his hands and feet chained and padlocked, the hood still over his head. Yep, they're definitely more scared of him than me. He was sitting perfectly still, his hands demurely in his lap, the various signs of physical trauma still bloodily apparent. Don't look at him too much. Keep them ignorant. I forced myself not to stare at him, even though I was drawn to his presence and the desire to tend to him was strong. He was close enough for me to reach out and touch.

They can't know.

The soldier that had unhooded me was the one I hadn't met yet. His face was blank, clear and very impersonal. He was sitting down in a field chair and starting to deconstruct his weapon as I turned my attention to him. He was the one that got stuck with guard duty.

He was cleaning it, the pieces lying in a small pile on the floor. Despite myself, it was fascinating to watch. He was clearly not interested in having an audience, as when he realised I was watching he spoke.

"It's Lambda One or Jankowski. Either talk or quit fuckin' staring."

"Sorry." I mumbled, looking away. Not big on social nicety these guys.

He grunted, brushing off my apology. "Where did your friend learn his shit? Never seen a kid fight like that before."

Damn right you haven't. "He's a natural."

He gave me a disbelieving glare as he began slotting the rifle back together. "Natural? No one is a natural like that. He's amped on some fuckin' thing." He shot a glance at Mira, motionless behind his cloth faceguard, then back to me. An arrogant sneer twisted across his face. "Lambda beat it out of him though. None of that bullshit gonna fly while we're on duty."

I willed myself to remain expressionless. Every single fucking thing they say, it's trying to cut me. I will not let them see. The seething anger was beyond powerful, but I didn't let it show. Now I know, the remains of this Lambda, they're the three that Mira didn't kill. It was them, specifically, that beat him. They made him suffer and all of them must be with me, here, now. That makes it even easier for me. Any chance of feeling the slightest bit of empathy was gone.

No remorse.

There was a brief glint of daylight as Riley entered the tent. Jankowski rammed the last piece of the rifle back into place and inserted the magazine. Standing, he punched the other man in the shoulder. "What took you so damn long? Been aching to take a piss and have a nap."

"Listening to Klaus lecture me on whatever." He shrugged. "How long am I good for?"

"Got a while. Ledder's on watch and Renny is relaxing," Jankowski told him. He looked at me then back to the other man. "You're a sick pervert, you know that? Just don't make too much fuckin' noise."

Then the squad command was gone and it was me and ... him. He looked down at me, then he peeled off his jacket and cast it on the floor, in the front left corner by the entrance. It made a jingling sound as it landed and the noise captured my imagination. Clinking? What could he carry that's clinking?

"Remember our deal. You gonna be a good boy?"

"Uh-huh." I nodded and faked the smile again. That's it. Tell him. Make him believe you're coming around to it, that it turns you on. I lowered my voice a bit and it went huskier. "To tell the truth, I think ... I- ... I do want it." I bit my lip and swallowed nervously. "It's only been boys. Not properly. Not, uh, a man."

I could read him instantly. A satisfied 'I knew it all along' look took over. "Thought so. Knew you wanted a bit more than that." A look indicating Mira, still trussed up where he was.

Unexpectedly, he stepped out of the tent and a second later was a back inside. A small cast iron frying pan was in his hand. He poked a fork into a sausage sitting in the pan and offered it to me. "Hungry? You're going to need your energy."

I was starving and didn't hesitate in taking it. Riley watched me with some amusement, stowing the pan under the chair as I ate. Don't care if he's going to molest me, I do need energy whatever the circumstances. I was wiping my hands on my pants as he sat down on the bed next to me. His hand fell across my back, the arm rubbing my neck.

"Your skin, so sweet." His voice was right by my ear and I felt his tongue touch my collarbone, the stubble scratching. "I've been thinking about you since earlier." Sloppy wet kisses went on my neck and I shuddered. The feeling was creepy and not at all arousing. Shay, what have you got yourself into? Think think think. Slow it down!

"Wait!" I blurted. "I need to piss."

"It can wait."

"No, please," my plea was desperate as I could make it. "I really need to go."

An unimpressed grunt. "Fine." He stood up. "Follow me."

As we passed outside, I gave the discarded jacket further thought, mind racing in the very limited time I had. He was carrying something in his pocket that's metallic and jingles. What would it be? Jankowski didn't make a sound like that when he moved, and he was meant to be here on guard duty, but he gave it to Riley so this fucker could 'spend time' with me. What would Riley be carrying that the other guy wouldn't? Must be something that's not supposed to be here, just like Riley. The answer was obvious and it came to me in a flash as Riley pulled me to a grass verge and shamelessly watched me as I peed. Keys! Padlock keys! They would have to be kept wherever Mira wasn't, since they'd be worried about him getting free, but Riley is breaking the rules right now, so ... they're in the same place.

The jacket was an opening. A weakness.

Being outside also gave me a few seconds to see the layout. It was mid afternoon and we were on some old rest-stop just off the road in the middle of nowhere. There were four tents pitched and Ledder was sitting in a gunner's seat on top of one of the vehicles, facing lazily up the road. I didn't get long to see though as Riley was already pulling me back to the tent. He nudged me in first and then announced he needed to relieve himself too.

A few seconds, alone.

Now is your chance.

I reached down, picking up the jacket. Left pocket, nothing. Right pocket. Keyring. At least half a dozen keys on it. Fuck yes ... but I'll never get Mira free before he gets back. I don't have anywhere to hide them either. Fuck!

"What are you doing?"

Riley's voice startled me. He was much quicker than I thought he'd be. He plucked the jacket out of my hands, making a tutting sound as he did. "That's not for you to play with. Be a good boy now, go and wait on the bed. "

Ducking back out of the tent, the jacket was spirited away from me, keys inside it. The one chance I had of setting Mira free and I had messed it up. Fuck! There has to be something else, there has to be. Think! I stared at the canvas floor in frustration, desperation. He's going to be back any second now and then, he's going to rape you. That's what will happen and you know it. This could be your only opportunity, your last one, to find another way out. Think! There had to be something.

Then, like a ray of perfect light through the wretched despondency and dejection of the ordeal I was facing, it came to me.

It was really right in front of me all along.

When Riley stepped back into the room, I was lying on the bed obediently, just as he'd asked. Not hesitating, he came straight across to me and climbed onto it, looming above me. "Enough messing round," he purred, his conceited grin steeling my resolve. His hands came down on either side of my head and I felt the weight of his body lower over mine. His mouth came to my neck again and I willingly reached up, wrapping my arms around his shoulder, pressing my body against his. "Can I be on top?" I whispered. "I like being on top."

"You little slut," he spat. Turning onto his side, he pushed me out and swapped us around so he was on his back and I was lying on him. My confidence building, I sat up, sliding forward so I was sitting directly on his crotch, my knees on the bed on either side of his waist.

Perfect.

I undulated, grinding onto his hips. His breathing began to pick up and he stared up at me with that smarmy grin on his face. Yeah, you're getting everything you want, aren't you? "You really are a little slut." He grunted as I moved and I forced the sexiest smile onto my face. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard. You're gonna love it."

I reached down as I moved my hips, running my fingers over his bicep. "Can you take your shirt off? Oh, I love your muscles," I cooed, sweet as honey. "I want to feel them when I'm riding you."

I didn't need to ask twice. More than happy to oblige, he was stripping off his shirt and flinging it to the side. His eyes came back to my face, a hungry sickening look. I brushed my hands across his pectorals. You have no clue at all. "That's exactly how I like it," I hummed. Leaning forward over his chest, my mouth hovered next to his ear. My right hand slid along the bed's end, an imitation of support.

"There's just one more thing," I whispered.

"What?"

"This is for Mira, you pervert."

Lightning fast, I whipped the fork out of the chink in the bed frame and stabbed it down with all my strength into his right eye. I didn't stop until it was buried as far as I could push it into his eye socket. It was done quickly enough that he didn't even have a chance to scream and he was already dead.

Take that.

Climbing off the body, the first thing I did was cross to Mira and pull the hood off his head. As soon as he saw me, his eyes lit up and all the shit that we'd just gone through was instantly forgotten. Wiped away, as if it never existed. The world around me seemed to become lighter in that moment, a radiant bloom of colour and true reality. No consideration for anything else, we both read the other with amazing clarity, leaning in together. Our lips brushed, soft and gentle, his skin trembling with yearning and fulfillment both. Warm, uplifting, my heart exploded with a rush of zealous sincerity.

I feel renewed.

We sat back at the same time and he gazed at me, eyes shining with a glow that contrasted the ravages of his body. Everything was encapsulated in his reaction and right then, he was in awe. Proud, and amazed, and loving. Not least of all a concise message, a missive that said it as clearly as if he had spoken the words out loud: 'You can do anything. I believe in you.'

It was all I needed. You lift me up, you make me strong. I can do it.

I'm going to get us out of here ... and no-one will stop me.

Just for the record: 'Five' and Riley are the same guy. Poetic justice in action, yeah?
This one is necessarily quite scant on information. It's a 'drama' chapter, but a necessary one.
As usual, any commentary, reviews and likes (the little button on the bottom right) always appreciated :) I hope you enjoy.
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Brilliant chapter. The total immersion into Mira's mind

in the first part especially. Have I told you that you have

a way with words?

 

You write in 3D.

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Very good chapter. I really enjoy Mira. Where's the next one?

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I'd like to echo the wonderfulness of the first part of the chapter. Mira is totally my favorite character. Great chapter and I can't wait for the next one!

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oh man. I love being in Mira's head. Interesting place. On a side note, it's really surprising me how violent Shay can become. Don't get me wrong. I was screaming "kill that son of a bitch" during that manipulative scene, but it just really surprised me that Shay had it in him.

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On 08/31/2012 05:19 AM, Stephen said:
Brilliant chapter. The total immersion into Mira's mind

in the first part especially. Have I told you that you have

a way with words?

 

You write in 3D.

I do! Doesn't everyone? If you're not writing in 3D, I can't imagine how dull that must be.

 

Ah, his mind! What a mind to have.

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On 08/31/2012 06:18 AM, Myr said:
Very good chapter. I really enjoy Mira. Where's the next one?
my word, you are a demanding reader :P chapter 10 will be easy, when I get to it. Just in Contemplation Mode atm.
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On 08/31/2012 06:26 AM, Rebelghost85 said:
I'd like to echo the wonderfulness of the first part of the chapter. Mira is totally my favorite character. Great chapter and I can't wait for the next one!
Everyone loves that stuff .. hah! Everyone loves him too, it seems. Wow!
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On 08/31/2012 03:11 PM, murakisdoll said:
oh man. I love being in Mira's head. Interesting place. On a side note, it's really surprising me how violent Shay can become. Don't get me wrong. I was screaming "kill that son of a bitch" during that manipulative scene, but it just really surprised me that Shay had it in him.
Oh he had no intention of actually becoming a victim there. Just lucky he turned the only available weapon into a tool of death through sheer determination and a smart knowledge of anatomy.

 

This is his resolve at work. It was necessary to save their lives, so he did it.

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On 09/04/2012 05:45 PM, Foster said:
I'm caught up and really for the next chapter. Like all the action.
Awesome. Glad to have you following :) the action is fun to write and less time consuming than the more 'talky' bits of the plot.
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Hmmmmmmm

I am not sure what to make of this chapter. I'm still a bit mystified as to what happened to the Russian Godfather :P

Oh gosh Stellar, I want the next chapter like NOW, so I can figure this all out! Grrrrr.....

Lol.

Frustrations of wanting to know everything immediately aside, that was a pretty intense chapter buddy. The effortless flow of language when we see through Mira's thought pattern is seamless and impeccable. The blend of language and action depict a being so in tune with his inner self, his identity and his purpose that I quite envy Mira. I wish I had that ability to be totally in control of my inner being.

I kept waiting for Shay to heal Mira or something, wondering if he'd discover another burst of mental energy, or something similar.

And how the **** did they capture a sharpling? Yikes, I don't envy the bugger that's gotta go get him out for interrogation! ;)

I can't wait to figure out what's going on with Konstantin, and finding out whatever is going to happen next. Bring on the next chapter please....... :P hehe x

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On 09/12/2012 10:54 AM, Yettie One said:
Hmmmmmmm

I am not sure what to make of this chapter. I'm still a bit mystified as to what happened to the Russian Godfather :P

Oh gosh Stellar, I want the next chapter like NOW, so I can figure this all out! Grrrrr.....

Lol.

Frustrations of wanting to know everything immediately aside, that was a pretty intense chapter buddy. The effortless flow of language when we see through Mira's thought pattern is seamless and impeccable. The blend of language and action depict a being so in tune with his inner self, his identity and his purpose that I quite envy Mira. I wish I had that ability to be totally in control of my inner being.

I kept waiting for Shay to heal Mira or something, wondering if he'd discover another burst of mental energy, or something similar.

And how the **** did they capture a sharpling? Yikes, I don't envy the bugger that's gotta go get him out for interrogation! ;)

I can't wait to figure out what's going on with Konstantin, and finding out whatever is going to happen next. Bring on the next chapter please....... :P hehe x

Don't worry, Konstantin becomes more involved again in 10. He certainly hasn't been idle in the meanwhile, he's just been 'off-camera' :)

 

Everyone loves Mira! I can't get over it, and each time I see a review or comment that reaffirms it, it makes me smile (and usually laugh as well.) Indeed, considering how new humanity is to him, he has developed a sense of identity remarkably fast. He knows exactly who he is, and he's 100% certain in his beliefs.

 

Quite right, how did they capture that sharpeling? More to the point .. *why*? What possible use could they have for a biological menace like that inside their own base? Hmmmmmmmm ....

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I love Mira. He's so sweet yet so deadly. He's totally adorable and I want a Mira of my own. It's so rare to have someone that uncomplicated and devoted.

 

An interesting chapter I think. It's good to see Shay letting his animal instinct loose and Ill never look at a fork quite the same again.

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On 09/19/2012 04:51 PM, Nephylim said:
I love Mira. He's so sweet yet so deadly. He's totally adorable and I want a Mira of my own. It's so rare to have someone that uncomplicated and devoted.

 

An interesting chapter I think. It's good to see Shay letting his animal instinct loose and Ill never look at a fork quite the same again.

yes, the fork. Destroyer of worlds, killer of perverts :D You never did find out just how badly beaten up he got, btw. It was actually worse than it appeared, only mitigated by the fact he healed so fast.
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Who knew silverware could be so deadly. Now how are they going to get away and where is Konstantin??

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On 05/20/2013 12:13 PM, Daithi said:
Who knew silverware could be so deadly. Now how are they going to get away and where is Konstantin??
Konstantin is elsewhere!

 

Indeed, the fork is a weapon of mass destruction in the correct hands.

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One is a warrior, the other can be when it is called for. So there is some sort of military around, what do they want, do they know about him? Can they get away? What happened to our Russian? More please. Great chapter, thank you.

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Sucks when you miss the boat and are reading a story way after it was written...you know your comments will most likely be missed. Anyhow, I will anyway. This story is amazing. I'm enjoying it a lot and reading it instead of sleeping and doing other stuff I should lol. I caught the new story being written so obviously went back to this one to start. I hope to catch up and be commenting on the new stuff with everybody else. It's cool to be able to 'discuss' the story. Anyway, I might also write to ya since I'm willing to beta read at some point if you need help.

One thing I wondered was why Shay never asked what the virus did to people. He supposedly knew nothing about it, as far as Konstantin knew, yet no mention was made of Sharplings. It stands to reason it would be curious to the astute K as to how Shay knew those scary beasts were the result of the virus.

It was also surprising he'd not asked the date right away to see how long he'd been out. Afterall, that is the easiest way to figure it out instead of guessing constantly, but it did play out well to have the shock hit him and to let K figure out something more was going on.

You asked about sex and what role it should play and I guess how much should be included. I think you've done a great job as you've shown the boys sharing small intimacies so far. I think sex will be an important detail as they discover their sexuality. They're teen boys afterall, and adding that to the bond they have, it will be a natural progression eventually.

I love the cast of characters you've created. You do a great job of developing them and making the reader become invested in them.

What happened to K when the soldier thing happened. I'm surprised Shay hasn't thought about that. Did he just take off knowing if he were killed the boys had no hope of being freed? But, it seems unlike him not to try to save them. I also am surprised he was willing to leave Lily (that's her name right?) behind at the homestead with Carlos, given the fact that they can't truly be sure about him, they still have the prisoner (and laundry can't be done with him taking up residence in the laundry room! lol). But seriously, they know someone is out there who knows about them and knows how to get past the defenses set up. And there is also Leon's group still out there. He was also a bit careless in the way they went through the hospital. they were lucky not to be killed. Seemed they did things flying a bit too much from the seat of their pants and that they were lucky not to be killed many times over! But, it moved the story forward and made for some fun action I guess.

I'm really wondering if Shay still feels energy building now? He seemed to feel something when he gets angry, esp. about Mira's well-being. Could it be possible for him to free another person from the virus like he did Mira? I was wondering if he'd do that given the sharpling seemed different in the jail. Of course, I'm sure they didn't bring it with them sadly. It would be great to add to their numbers eventually if they get back to the homestead. I just hope they esape these guys at some point.

The times that the scream happened like when Shay was surrounded in the forest. Was that Mira? Can he still communicate with those things if he wants to? do these things reproduce or is it necessary for kids to be turned by the virus for there to be little sharplings?

Well, I can't wait to learn more. Could Lucere have been an experiment carried out by people on Earth that went bad?

Upside to catching a story that is finished is that you can keep going and not have to wait for updates! :D

 

 

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On 11/13/2013 04:43 AM, Cannd said:
Sucks when you miss the boat and are reading a story way after it was written...you know your comments will most likely be missed. Anyhow, I will anyway. This story is amazing. I'm enjoying it a lot and reading it instead of sleeping and doing other stuff I should lol. I caught the new story being written so obviously went back to this one to start. I hope to catch up and be commenting on the new stuff with everybody else. It's cool to be able to 'discuss' the story. Anyway, I might also write to ya since I'm willing to beta read at some point if you need help.

One thing I wondered was why Shay never asked what the virus did to people. He supposedly knew nothing about it, as far as Konstantin knew, yet no mention was made of Sharplings. It stands to reason it would be curious to the astute K as to how Shay knew those scary beasts were the result of the virus.

It was also surprising he'd not asked the date right away to see how long he'd been out. Afterall, that is the easiest way to figure it out instead of guessing constantly, but it did play out well to have the shock hit him and to let K figure out something more was going on.

You asked about sex and what role it should play and I guess how much should be included. I think you've done a great job as you've shown the boys sharing small intimacies so far. I think sex will be an important detail as they discover their sexuality. They're teen boys afterall, and adding that to the bond they have, it will be a natural progression eventually.

I love the cast of characters you've created. You do a great job of developing them and making the reader become invested in them.

What happened to K when the soldier thing happened. I'm surprised Shay hasn't thought about that. Did he just take off knowing if he were killed the boys had no hope of being freed? But, it seems unlike him not to try to save them. I also am surprised he was willing to leave Lily (that's her name right?) behind at the homestead with Carlos, given the fact that they can't truly be sure about him, they still have the prisoner (and laundry can't be done with him taking up residence in the laundry room! lol). But seriously, they know someone is out there who knows about them and knows how to get past the defenses set up. And there is also Leon's group still out there. He was also a bit careless in the way they went through the hospital. they were lucky not to be killed. Seemed they did things flying a bit too much from the seat of their pants and that they were lucky not to be killed many times over! But, it moved the story forward and made for some fun action I guess.

I'm really wondering if Shay still feels energy building now? He seemed to feel something when he gets angry, esp. about Mira's well-being. Could it be possible for him to free another person from the virus like he did Mira? I was wondering if he'd do that given the sharpling seemed different in the jail. Of course, I'm sure they didn't bring it with them sadly. It would be great to add to their numbers eventually if they get back to the homestead. I just hope they esape these guys at some point.

The times that the scream happened like when Shay was surrounded in the forest. Was that Mira? Can he still communicate with those things if he wants to? do these things reproduce or is it necessary for kids to be turned by the virus for there to be little sharplings?

Well, I can't wait to learn more. Could Lucere have been an experiment carried out by people on Earth that went bad?

Upside to catching a story that is finished is that you can keep going and not have to wait for updates! :D

 

 

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Do not fear, your comment shall not be missed. I am well tuned to any reviews posted and make sure to respond to pretty much everything these days .. but let me say .. wow this is a heck of a long review ^_^ No matter, detail is good! I appreciate time taken to tell thoughts. I'll try to address your questions/thoughts in the order they've been listed.

 

- Shay didn't need to ask what the virus did because he already knew from his own observation that it involved the mutation of humans; he's a very smart boy and given the events with Leon in the latter half of the first chapter, he had already linked sharpelings and the virus together before he knew what the creatures were. Additionally, his cover story to Konstantin did not require him to ask because it was implicit that he already knew. Shay's claim was to be from a remote town in western Aurum, and he even says: "We were cut off from everything. I mean, we knew the disease had happened, but it never made it to us. So we were never exposed to it. I guess that's why we don't have it at all." Konstantin accepts that as an explanation at that point in time, despite his unexpressed doubt over the fact that it is possible though very unlikely.

 

- the question of the date was something Shay was quite wary over, because he was still trying to figure out what was going on without drawing too much attention to his own situation. Asking about the month would provoke some curiosity, not to mention questioning what year it was. Simply put it didn't seem important enough for him to risk his cover and potential danger by exposing his very unusual lack of knowledge about the post-apocalyptic world, when he could just wait for an opportunity to discover that on his own.

 

- sex has been explored and does get elaborated upon more in the latter chapters of the story (judging from the fact this review is of Chapter 9). I tried to keep true to the tone of the characters and their romance and I'd like to think I succeeded.

 

- when the incident with the armed men occurs, Konstantin is left with a very limited number of options, just as he was presented with very few palatable ways to enter and explore the LPHC to begin with. Staying at Lorentz would more than likely have resulted in him being killed and the data they collected captured, so with a lack of better options he had to return to the estate in Palatus to formulate what to do next. Bear in mind also that Carlos had essentially been rescued by Mira during the events of Chapter 4 and looked after by the adults; he more or less owed them his life and was in no position to return to his former group after the death of his uncle and cousin, being a traitor to that group. Lily was not in any danger there on her own with him; she's a lot tougher than most give her credit. Federico was also in the garage during Chapter 6, not in the laundry where Konstantin initially left him. So, not knowing the whereabouts or makeup of any antagonists who could attack the estate, and with Leon's group basically leaderless, Konstantin was in a position of having to take the initiative and pursue any leads to make things happen, rather than sitting on his hands and getting nothing accomplished. It's a hell of an ask for anyone to make those sorts of decisions and there aren't many clear-cut wrong or right answers.

 

- with regard to Shay and the 'energy', you'll find more about that in the coming chapters, so I won't talk about it at risk of spoiling the plot.

 

- that 'scream' you mention as well - no, it wasn't Mira, though that doesn't mean he couldn't have somehow been involved with whatever made it ;) Mira doesn't communicate with the sharpelings as such, not through anything more than basic body language (which mostly consists of aggressive/combat stances anyway), though again, that's not to say communication is impossible with the correct parties involved, so to speak. Yes, sharpelings can reproduce - Mira is the best example of this. He never experienced life as a human before he met Shay - he had been a sharpeling his entire existence prior. It's part of the reason why the physical act of speaking is so hard for him to get to grips with; he's never done it before - ever.

 

- read on! There are plenty of answers in the chapters after 9. I welcome any and all correspondence -- and thank you for taking the time to write such a detailed and positive response. :)

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What a great friend is Mira. I know it is supposed to be that Mira has an attraction to Shay but so far, it has not been sexual as such.I do like the fact that you are spending a lot of time weaving the friendship and of course, the story.Mira has really become the focal point? I believe so anyway. :)
I thank you for writing this story and it really is a fine tale. :)
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On 11/27/2015 11:37 PM, Ashdaw said:

What a great friend is Mira. I know it is supposed to be that Mira has an attraction to Shay but so far, it has not been sexual as such.I do like the fact that you are spending a lot of time weaving the friendship and of course, the story.Mira has really become the focal point? I believe so anyway. :)

I thank you for writing this story and it really is a fine tale. :)

Ashley D

At this point their relationship isn't particularly sexual. It is emotions first. Thank you.

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I just love this chapter so well written and full of fear and hope. And now the creep is dead I just loved it!

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For my personal feeling this chapter was a little bit too brutal. Well written though. Where is Konstantin? Is he still alive. Is he retained in the camp as well?

 

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7 hours ago, BarkingFrog said:

For my personal feeling this chapter was a little bit too brutal. Well written though. Where is Konstantin? Is he still alive. Is he retained in the camp as well?

I am not shy about graphic violence and uncomfortable material. If that's not to your taste, then that's unfortunate but it is still an integral part of the story.

Konstantin was not captured, as I'm sure you have now realised. He managed to escape the initial encounter.

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Too brutal? Not especially.

On 9/5/2012 at 2:13 AM, Stellar said:

Awesome. Glad to have you following :) the action is fun to write and less time consuming than the more 'talky' bits of the plot.

I've found that action scenes are always easier to write.

On 9/20/2012 at 3:30 AM, Stellar said:

You never did find out just how badly beaten up he got, btw. It was actually worse than it appeared, only mitigated by the fact he healed so fast.

Are you talking about Mira? I can only imagine what those lambdas did to him.

On 3/8/2023 at 10:35 AM, BarkingFrog said:

For my personal feeling this chapter was a little bit too brutal.

Hmm, try a knitting needle, inserted under the eye, and scrambling the frontal lobe before pushing deeper and scrambling the cerebral cortex.

Doesn't leave blood when withdrawn.

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