New Blood
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Adult ++
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3
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5
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New Blood
Chapter 1: The World and Its Troubles.
“And in other news, the notorious terrorist group 'Blood's Rebellion has struck at yet another breeding house. This gang of felons has been attacking many government owned facilities in the last six years attempting to incite a riot among the subdued New Blood cultures around the world. Even as I deliver this report, they are probably planning something dastardly in the name of 'freedom.'
“Some believe that such acts of aggression are long in coming. The New Bloods' domination was a result of their loss of the Cultural Civil War of 2038. Since then they have been under human control. A New Blood participant of the recent Langly Steel Mill protest told our on site reporters that “African Americans rebelled against their masters for their treatment as did the Aborigines against their British conquerors. Now it's our turn.”
“American President Justin Timberlake disagreed with this sentiment at a public address, stating that “the New Bloods' subjugation is for their own good as well as human kinds'. An average human being would have no chance against, say, a hydrokinetic.” While this statement caused a lot of outrage, it also stirred a sense of truth in others. Hopefully this altercation can be solved as peaceably and with as little casualties as possible. I'm Lacey Kase and this is the 9 'o Clock AM News.”
“Oh my, the world does seem to be in more than a bit of turmoil. Wouldn't you agree Trick?”
“Yes Madame Milly. I could never imagine hurting anybody.”
“That's because you are a good-hearted boy. Don't believe anyone that says differently, human or not.”
Madame Milly Trainwren turned from the television to regard the slight New Blood pouring her tea. Sixty-three and filthy rich; the matriarch of the Trainwren Clan was eccentric to say the least. She reached out and tucked some of his long bangs behind and ear to look him in the eye. She gave him a serious look, but a reassuring smile that he shyly returned.
“I'm going out to visit some friends all afternoon. You're free to do as you please so long as it's nothing that will cause trouble. I left money for you on your dresser and Timothy will escort you as per usual. Have fun.”
“Yes Madame, thank you.”
Trick gave a hasty bow and turned on his heel, to the amusement of Milly who just sipped her tea placidly with a smile before leaving to prepare for her own afternoon jaunt.
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Trick stopped in front of an antique full-length mirror to check his appearance one final time. He was small (5' 1”) for his sixteen years as well as thin and delicate. Wide lime green eyes looked out from behind the same-shaded bangs that tapered to just below his rib cage. The rest was blond and spiked in chunks; both shades contrasting with caramel skin and plush lips. His eyes were shadowed with gold and lined with black, his lips shimmered with sheer gloss. He wore a lacy emerald green camisole top and black leather pants with green and gold embroidery. Barefoot as was expected and positively dripping with gold and green jewelry. Madame Milly always said that none of her's, family or staff, would ever be substandard. Inside or out.
He reached into a drawer of the jewelry cabinet to retrieve the crowning touch and the only thing that would allow him to move freely in public. The Control Collar. It of course matched the rest of his ensemble; being gold with emeralds with the runes onyx pressed into the gold. It was light and thin with a silk lining. Trick knew he was very fortunate to have a mistress like Madame. He only had to put a C.C. on when he left the manses grounds. He had seen some of the cruder, less comfortable collars. They looked more suited to restraining large and dangerous wild animals.
After fastening the collar comfortably around his neck, he grabbed the money and went in search of Timothy. Tim was a six foot two bodyguard slash security manager. Because of some legislation or other, all New Bloods had to go barefoot. This entailed the need for a burly muscleman of some kind to carry any roaming 'Blood from Point A to Point B. THEY said it was to discourage and/or make escape harder. Spotting Tim near the Inner Sanctum doors, he called out a greeting. Tim turned towards the noise.
“Ready to go little one?”
“Of course I am. As if I'd ever give up the chance to go out.”
Tim swept Trick up into his arms and headed out to the waiting car. Tucking him safely into the back, Tim started up the car and drove it through the grassy grounds to the outer gate. Trick waved at the gate guard as she let them through before turning foreward and eagerly taking in the rural scenery.
“How long will it take us to get to Apon?”
“No matter how many times you ask me this, it will always be an hour and a half. And no, I will not speed.”
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Rounding the last corner before the parking garage, Tim, with Trick safely in arm, noticed a disturbance. It seemed like several boys were brawling with a few others.
“Trick you wait here with the car. I'm going to go knock a few skulls together in the name of public peace.”
“Okay. But be careful.”
Tim strode over to the pack of fighters and seized the nearest two.
“Now, now- didn't your mothers teach you any manners? Perhaps I should beat some into you.”
“Let go of me you filthy human! How dare you talk to me in such a condescending tone?!”
Tim took a good look at the one making a ruckus in his left grip. A teen-no, young man with black and red hair was glaring at him through red eyes slightly darker than his hair. He then turned his gaze to the other boy, a human that was staring outraged at the other. Meanwhile the others broke off their attacks and stared at the huge human holding tight to their comrades. Tim heaved a sigh.
“How dare I? How dare you fight in broad daylight where any innocent could get dragged into your fight and injured? Plus, it also would give more fuel to the press' government-ordered vendetta against 'Bloods everywhere. I'm trying to help you. Be grateful.”
He gave each of the boys a firm shake. About to continue his lecture, he heard a pained cry. Whipping around to 'Blood) holding Trick up by the back of his neck. She gave him a cold sneer with her sapphire eyes and thin mouth.
“Let my brothers go or this little one shall meet a terrible end.”
To emphasize her point, she morphed her fingers into claws and slowly drew them down Trick's arm. Though he didn't make a noise, tears were running down Trick's cheeks. The female 'Blood gave a sadistic grin.
“All right! All right, I'll let them go. Just don't hurt him anymore.”
Tim released the 'Blood man who jerked away and joined his companions, who in turn joined the female.
“I'm not the most trusting creature. I'll take him as insurance for your good behavior. Maybe you'll even get him back. Undamaged.”
Throwing her head back in a cackle, she gestured to one of the other 'Bloods, a white haired young man with orange eyes, and they faded into nothing. Tim quickly ran to the spot where they had stood and looked for any sign of them. Obviously they had been transported away somehow.
“Dammit! Trick! Where are you?”
Was his first thought. The second was,
“Madame is going to string me up by my tripes.”
TBC
Please, review and tell me what you think. Onegaishimasu!
Ja minna!
“And in other news, the notorious terrorist group 'Blood's Rebellion has struck at yet another breeding house. This gang of felons has been attacking many government owned facilities in the last six years attempting to incite a riot among the subdued New Blood cultures around the world. Even as I deliver this report, they are probably planning something dastardly in the name of 'freedom.'
“Some believe that such acts of aggression are long in coming. The New Bloods' domination was a result of their loss of the Cultural Civil War of 2038. Since then they have been under human control. A New Blood participant of the recent Langly Steel Mill protest told our on site reporters that “African Americans rebelled against their masters for their treatment as did the Aborigines against their British conquerors. Now it's our turn.”
“American President Justin Timberlake disagreed with this sentiment at a public address, stating that “the New Bloods' subjugation is for their own good as well as human kinds'. An average human being would have no chance against, say, a hydrokinetic.” While this statement caused a lot of outrage, it also stirred a sense of truth in others. Hopefully this altercation can be solved as peaceably and with as little casualties as possible. I'm Lacey Kase and this is the 9 'o Clock AM News.”
“Oh my, the world does seem to be in more than a bit of turmoil. Wouldn't you agree Trick?”
“Yes Madame Milly. I could never imagine hurting anybody.”
“That's because you are a good-hearted boy. Don't believe anyone that says differently, human or not.”
Madame Milly Trainwren turned from the television to regard the slight New Blood pouring her tea. Sixty-three and filthy rich; the matriarch of the Trainwren Clan was eccentric to say the least. She reached out and tucked some of his long bangs behind and ear to look him in the eye. She gave him a serious look, but a reassuring smile that he shyly returned.
“I'm going out to visit some friends all afternoon. You're free to do as you please so long as it's nothing that will cause trouble. I left money for you on your dresser and Timothy will escort you as per usual. Have fun.”
“Yes Madame, thank you.”
Trick gave a hasty bow and turned on his heel, to the amusement of Milly who just sipped her tea placidly with a smile before leaving to prepare for her own afternoon jaunt.
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Trick stopped in front of an antique full-length mirror to check his appearance one final time. He was small (5' 1”) for his sixteen years as well as thin and delicate. Wide lime green eyes looked out from behind the same-shaded bangs that tapered to just below his rib cage. The rest was blond and spiked in chunks; both shades contrasting with caramel skin and plush lips. His eyes were shadowed with gold and lined with black, his lips shimmered with sheer gloss. He wore a lacy emerald green camisole top and black leather pants with green and gold embroidery. Barefoot as was expected and positively dripping with gold and green jewelry. Madame Milly always said that none of her's, family or staff, would ever be substandard. Inside or out.
He reached into a drawer of the jewelry cabinet to retrieve the crowning touch and the only thing that would allow him to move freely in public. The Control Collar. It of course matched the rest of his ensemble; being gold with emeralds with the runes onyx pressed into the gold. It was light and thin with a silk lining. Trick knew he was very fortunate to have a mistress like Madame. He only had to put a C.C. on when he left the manses grounds. He had seen some of the cruder, less comfortable collars. They looked more suited to restraining large and dangerous wild animals.
After fastening the collar comfortably around his neck, he grabbed the money and went in search of Timothy. Tim was a six foot two bodyguard slash security manager. Because of some legislation or other, all New Bloods had to go barefoot. This entailed the need for a burly muscleman of some kind to carry any roaming 'Blood from Point A to Point B. THEY said it was to discourage and/or make escape harder. Spotting Tim near the Inner Sanctum doors, he called out a greeting. Tim turned towards the noise.
“Ready to go little one?”
“Of course I am. As if I'd ever give up the chance to go out.”
Tim swept Trick up into his arms and headed out to the waiting car. Tucking him safely into the back, Tim started up the car and drove it through the grassy grounds to the outer gate. Trick waved at the gate guard as she let them through before turning foreward and eagerly taking in the rural scenery.
“How long will it take us to get to Apon?”
“No matter how many times you ask me this, it will always be an hour and a half. And no, I will not speed.”
--------------------------
Rounding the last corner before the parking garage, Tim, with Trick safely in arm, noticed a disturbance. It seemed like several boys were brawling with a few others.
“Trick you wait here with the car. I'm going to go knock a few skulls together in the name of public peace.”
“Okay. But be careful.”
Tim strode over to the pack of fighters and seized the nearest two.
“Now, now- didn't your mothers teach you any manners? Perhaps I should beat some into you.”
“Let go of me you filthy human! How dare you talk to me in such a condescending tone?!”
Tim took a good look at the one making a ruckus in his left grip. A teen-no, young man with black and red hair was glaring at him through red eyes slightly darker than his hair. He then turned his gaze to the other boy, a human that was staring outraged at the other. Meanwhile the others broke off their attacks and stared at the huge human holding tight to their comrades. Tim heaved a sigh.
“How dare I? How dare you fight in broad daylight where any innocent could get dragged into your fight and injured? Plus, it also would give more fuel to the press' government-ordered vendetta against 'Bloods everywhere. I'm trying to help you. Be grateful.”
He gave each of the boys a firm shake. About to continue his lecture, he heard a pained cry. Whipping around to 'Blood) holding Trick up by the back of his neck. She gave him a cold sneer with her sapphire eyes and thin mouth.
“Let my brothers go or this little one shall meet a terrible end.”
To emphasize her point, she morphed her fingers into claws and slowly drew them down Trick's arm. Though he didn't make a noise, tears were running down Trick's cheeks. The female 'Blood gave a sadistic grin.
“All right! All right, I'll let them go. Just don't hurt him anymore.”
Tim released the 'Blood man who jerked away and joined his companions, who in turn joined the female.
“I'm not the most trusting creature. I'll take him as insurance for your good behavior. Maybe you'll even get him back. Undamaged.”
Throwing her head back in a cackle, she gestured to one of the other 'Bloods, a white haired young man with orange eyes, and they faded into nothing. Tim quickly ran to the spot where they had stood and looked for any sign of them. Obviously they had been transported away somehow.
“Dammit! Trick! Where are you?”
Was his first thought. The second was,
“Madame is going to string me up by my tripes.”
TBC
Please, review and tell me what you think. Onegaishimasu!
Ja minna!