Touched

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Ur Nammu clenched his teeth cursing, the Larsa had entered the earth, the Planet was lost now.

"enter hyper drive, time is running short"  Ur Nammu strode off the bridge, his hand ran through his  long white hair, he went to his private rooms and sat on the end of the bed.

"We failed, The  Larsa have landed on earth, we are going to enter hyper drive soon"  his voice was tired, the sheets rustled behind him and a female form pushed against his back, long arms crossed over his shoulders splayed hands spreading over his chest, soothing the King of Ur III

lips whispered by his ear seemed sensual but in reality  was familial.

"My son do not fear, you are a strong king I know you will save the humans"   Ninsun ran her hands back up her sons chest fingers kneading at his shoulders to relax him.

She knew it was a blow to her child, humans being at  the Larsa's tyranny   was a horrible thing, as he had always been so captivated by them, and her sons pain was her own.

"I can save but a few, how can I choose who to save? woman for breeding , and a handful of men to train as warriors?  they are so much smaller than us..." he sighed turning to his mother, he buried his head between her breasts, reverting to his childhood actions.  she understood his need and loosely wrapped her arms around him.

" you will know who to save when the time is right, use your heart, you have good judge in character now go bathe and I'll help you dress for battle"  Ninsun Gently pushed Ur Nammu away

"Mammi you always know what to say, thank you"  she nodded and smiled fondly

"of course child, it is a Mothers right to say what needs to be said."

Ur Nammu nodded giving her a smile and went to the joining room removing his clothes, he stretched several muscles in his body cracked and shifted, pale white skin over honed muscles, he was more muscled than his people, bigger  if it wasn't for his skin and hair and the white wings he could summon, many would think he was Larsan as his musculature was more similar to theirs.

 entering the bathroom the water started instantly at the right temperature.  trailing down his body, he leaned forward hands against the tiles, his long hair draped down  to the small of his back, heavy with water, he wasn't looking forward to the upcoming battle, the Larsa were brutal, swift and cunning, one wrong move and his life will be ended, maybe this time he could capture one, learn from them so he could teach his people to fight like them.

he exited the shower and the water stopped instantly, dripping wet he walked back into his room, Ninsun slid from the bed, a silk sheet in her hands, she walked up to Ur Nammu uncaring of his nakedness as he was uncaring of her seeing him naked.

Draping the sheet over his back she slowly ran the sheet down his body picking up all the moisture, after she had dried him she picked up one piece of her Childs armour silently attaching each piece to his arms and shoulders,  and legs, grabbing a gold belt she tied it at his hips and as was custom took the silk sheet she had dried him with to make a makeshift loin cloth, which he would wear until it dried,  almost transparent eyes would be drawn to his groin area, it was to test the strength of someone's will, if they could resist sexual thought and action it mean that they could be better warriors on the battle field.

Ninsun leaned up on her toes placing a small kiss over his lips

"be true this day my child, fight with honour  kill with mercy"  she smiled her hands place over his chest  and pushed her son out the door.

"Face your Destiny" she whispered as her son and King left the room.

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a lone green eye stared at the Television, the live broad cast of what was happening

carnage, bodies torn bleeding, ripped apart, innards slipping out of gaping wounds, the screams of the dead dying and running scared was almost a sort of music, a morbid cacophony where terror fear and pain,  replaced rhythm  tempo and Bass, blending into a chorus of destruction.

Isra almost wanted to hide from what was happening, the insanity running wild not far from where he lived  today was the 11/11/11, a day he had always jokingly said would be the end of the world and not 2012, and here he was correct, no longer joking, long ago he'd forgotten the word,

just terror, love turned to loathing at a man who tortured his mind long before he tortured his body.

Isra hated his name, Freedom; he was far from free locked in baggy clothes to hide the scars, the emotional scars his innards churning in ruination, would his entrails be diseased as his mind felt? putrid and acrid , black with decay as it would spill out of his body, leaving his carcass a shell of his former self and ending his existence.

He wanted to walk outside open his arms out and demanded to be slaughtered make the pain stop make it all go away forever.

His sister came out into the lounge she gasped at the visual horror on screen, unable to believe that what she was seeing was real and not illusion.

“Isra… what are we going to do! This is horrible, what if our city is next, I don’t want to die!”  the girl began to sob panic causing her to lose her way, nails swiftly bitten to the quick she continued to bite at them, blood welling to the tips but she was past caring, driven by fear she feel to the ground and curled up into a ball, hoping this was a nightmare.

“I am going to meet them….if the world is going to end I may as well meet my fate” Isra rose to his feet, grabbing a hair tie, he loosely put up his red hair into a messy ponytail but left bangs to cover his eye patch, normally he hated the patch but hair often draped into the socket causing extreme irritation.

He went over to his sister, and making sure his bare skin didn’t touch hers, he brought her to her feet.

“call mum and Dad tell them I love them”  Isra went over to the cupboard at the back opening it he took the riffle his dad always kept in there, taking ammo and making sure it was loaded,  Isra had learned to use a gun after his Lover had left him for dead, ravaged face gaping without an eye, body bruised and covered in cuts for when the male had lost his sanity, took a kitchen knife to the smaller body,  life’s blood staining the carpet almost black, Isra would never be that helpless again.

He wanted to die but death without fighting was not in his blood now, the transfusion had removed most of his weak tainted blood, and infusing him with courage but taking away his desire to be touched and held, no skin would touch his ever again, he’d rather die first.

His sister continued to sob calling her brother back but he wouldn’t listen, he closed the door behind him, he looked up at the Moon and smiled.

Naplanum Sur lucked blood off his talons, the screams and wails of humans was nothing more than background noise, he grimaced at the taste, even adult humans tasted vile, he wouldn’t be taking any back with him to feed his people, their red meat was too tough, full of Toxin’s he didn’t want to even know about, he looked around him at the dead and dying, none interested at all no pleasure slaves would be taken, he did like their height, small easy to hold in his arms if he wished, very easy to kill, bones brittle  and weak.

Naplanum Sur motioned his people onwards killing more humans, the sidewalk stained red with blood copious amounts splattered over their bodies, Naplanum Sur killed the most, head to toe in blood, red eyes glowing, wild black hair dripping with it, he continued his Reign of terror, the horror never ending, leaving complete ruination behind him, he and his warriors spread through the human streets like a plague, people running in all directions unable to escape them.

Naplanum Sur was growing bored, all the same scared vermin, no one attempted to try their hand at stopping them cowards the lot of them.

“I tire of this race, stupidity and cowardice seems to rule these creatures,” the Larsa King sighed in irritation

“Has anyone of them captured your eye my lord?"  Naplanum turned to the warrior that spoke briefly

"Not one, but if there is anyone you or the men fancy be my guest."

the king looked at the running humans and he growled in disgust  stalking ahead of his warriors muttering to himself,  hearing a whistling sound, his red eyes shot up to the sky, a smirk spread over his face

"so birdbrains want to play?, I'm fine with that"  fangs showing he continued to watch as several ships entered earth's atmosphere and began to descend, the Ur III's had arrived.