Valley of the Kept
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Adult ++
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3
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Rememberance
-_- The lack of time and loss of internet didn’t help me when I wanted to post this up. So thank goodness that it didn’t take too long and I know some readers won’t like the way it ended and some may be satisfied even though it wasn’t…… I’ll let you read to find out. All response to replies and discussion of this story will be found here: http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/index.php?showtopic=13810
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* * *
Marion walked up to a large mansion. Or what was left of it. He stood in front of the chained iron gates and looked beyond the brick walls that stood at eight feet in height. Master came to a stop next to him. The courtyard that stretched beyond the gates was a good quarter mile long with a broken fountain at its end before the looming of a destroyed mansion. Marion stood there at the front gates for a few minutes before reaching out to brush his fingers against the lock on the chains. Memories were starting to surface as Marion touched the object. Feelings that he had thrown away long ago started to build up from the pit of his stomach.
Master just watched like he always does. Concern written in his expression until Marion moved from the gate to a broken part of the brick walls. Schooling his worry aside, Master followed Marion to the broken wall and climbed over the ruble. The two walked the short length to the fountain, avoiding the various upheaval of the ground. Whatever had happened here years ago during the city’s demise shook the ground out of its level plain.
“Magic.”
Marion had uttered that single word as he had pointed in the direction of the mansion that the two were now walking through. The last of the lingering presence was within the mansion and the Counsel that sent them there on this sham of a mission knew of this, “magic.”
“Marion,” Master started, “Are you sure you want to do this?”
Stopping to contemplate this question, Marion nodded his head in “yes” before he started up the stairs to the front door that was no longer there. Master quickly followed the young boy into the building and up the main stairs to the second level. They went down various halls making left and right turns. Master surveyed the furnishings of various rooms they passed to find broken vases, torn curtains, and the remains of those that passed from this world a hundred years ago.
The bones that possibly belonged to the resident of this dark and gloomy mansion were found by themselves, paired, or grouped in various rooms. Master grimaced at this as Marion ignored all of remains heading to where the lingering presence was, lingering.
They came to a big double door entrance where the presence is. Marion hadn’t said anything since reaching the mansion and Master didn’t think the young boy was going to say anything at all. And yet, the presence was still there. It was not absorbed like the rest of the other four that they had encountered. Could it be that Marion feared what memories this last one present? Master didn’t know. No. He knew. Master knew, yet he wasn’t sure if Marion will be able to overcome these memories or will be consumed by them.
And the silence was broken.
“It’s time.”
In a rush the presence was gone and Marion hit the floor with dead weight. Master came and sat down next to the boy and just waited like he always had. All that was left was to see if Marion will wake up from this, or will he lay here, asleep forever.
* * *
There was numb sensation from Marion’s chest and abdomen, and his vision was blurry. When he opened his eyes and listened for any signs of his siblings, the hollering and laughter could be heard across the room. His cousins were here. Slowly, Marion got up and was about to head towards the door when he felt odd. Like something was missing, literally.
Looking down, he saw that he was shirtless with a large cut that started from the bottom of the left side of his rib that arched up along the ribs to end in the middle of right ribcage. Whatever happened to him while he was out cold was done with precision and recently. The lack of any evidence of blood didn’t register as Marion tried to hold the hanging skin of his abdomen up with his right arm and reached to open the door. What he saw brought coldness to his heart.
Across the hall sat Carter, his brother and lover. And within his lover’s arms, was him; an older him with the same face and smile, enjoying his lover’s laughter with their cousins. And the words slowly drifted to his ears.
“Carter, what happened to that lover of yours? The look-a-like one we mistook for Mark?”
“Well, duh,” Carter said in response to the male cousin that asked. “Why do you think Mark is here?”
There was a round of laughter as each of them looked at Carter and then Mark.
“I’m grateful though, “Carter continued, “If it wasn’t for Marion, I’d have lost Mark.”
Mark smiled and looked up at Carter before leaning in to rest his head against Carter’s chest.
“Yeah.”
It was Mark this time.
“I’m not happy that you took that thing,” Mark spat the word ‘thing’ before he proceeded, “for a lover but I know you did it for me.”
“I know you’re still upset,” Carter responded not hiding his excuse. “He looked just like you so I couldn’t help it. I’m just glad that we were able to harvest him before he expired.”
Marion blanched. It finally made sense. Why he wasn’t allowed off the mansion and seen by anyone but a few of the cousins that came over to visit. Suddenly, an overwhelming sadness and loss came over Marion. He backed away to lean against the hall as everyone in the other room continued without noticing him.
All the words of compassion and love were lies. Every time that Carter made love to him and insisted he be taken on his back was not because Carter saw him, but Mark. It had always been about Mark. With each new revelation to Carter’s behavior when they first became lovers to the day that he was betrayed, no. He was betrayed the first time he took breath. The first time he laid eyes on Carter. Even though Carter’s words were lies to him, it wasn’t lies for Mark. It was for Mark that Carter took him of everything he had. It was for his LOVE for Mark that he, Marion, was made and betrayed.
And with this betrayal, Marion now remembered how he got his name. Marionette. Marion. That name was given to him by Carter. No wonder Carter played him like the doll he was. There were no tears left to shed, the sadness and pain struck Marion’s now missing heart. Turning away from the beautiful scene in front of him, he ran.
***
Marion slowly stirred from his coma-like state and looked up into Carter’s eyes. No. Not Carter’s eyes, Master’s.
“You knew all along,” Marion accused using the door to bring him up to stand.
“Yes, Marion,” Master conceded. “Though, I have regretted that it wasn’t so.”
“You knew who-“Marion corrected himself, “WHAT I was the moment I was found a seventy-five years ago when I was brought before the Counsel.”
Master didn’t deny it.
“Yes, I am as much Carter as I am Master. You don’t know the joy that came over me when you were brought to the Counsel.”
This didn’t placate Marion at all, it just sadden him even more.
“And what is this JOY,” Marion hissed, “that came over you when I was brought before them?”
There was a long silence and Master left the question unanswered. Master looked away from Marion in shame and Marion barked with sad mirth.
“When you took me, over and over without my memories, were you thinking of Mark?”
“No, I wasn’t.”
Scoffing at Master’s quick confession Marion looked at the door and slowly caressed the carvings. Sighing deeply he turned back to face Master.
“My sorrow knows no bounds.”
And with that Marion disappeared.
Struggling to figure out what to do next, Master took one look at the door and hesitated. Walking to the door, he reached out and took a hold of the rusty knob and turned it, pushing the door open. The large windows across the room let enough light in with its once elegant curtains torn and dull with age. This was the room that Marion had first woken up in. And the in the bed that he had taken Marion those many years ago lay Marion, where he ran and left Carter to be with Mark.
Tears started to stream down Master’s cheeks as Marion’s body lay unchanged by time. Walking over to sit on the dust covered bed; Master gently wiped the dust from Marion’s cold body to only see the body quickly burst to dust. With a cry of anguish, Master wept.
* * *
All those years past, Marion had not left the mansion physically. All the memories that were picked up were memories of the hosts that Marion’s spirit came in contact with. They were not his own. And as Marion lay dying in the bed he had woken from, perhaps he was waiting for his love to be there with him as he took his last breath.
Only time will know.
Otherwise, read, review and enjoy!
* * *
Marion walked up to a large mansion. Or what was left of it. He stood in front of the chained iron gates and looked beyond the brick walls that stood at eight feet in height. Master came to a stop next to him. The courtyard that stretched beyond the gates was a good quarter mile long with a broken fountain at its end before the looming of a destroyed mansion. Marion stood there at the front gates for a few minutes before reaching out to brush his fingers against the lock on the chains. Memories were starting to surface as Marion touched the object. Feelings that he had thrown away long ago started to build up from the pit of his stomach.
Master just watched like he always does. Concern written in his expression until Marion moved from the gate to a broken part of the brick walls. Schooling his worry aside, Master followed Marion to the broken wall and climbed over the ruble. The two walked the short length to the fountain, avoiding the various upheaval of the ground. Whatever had happened here years ago during the city’s demise shook the ground out of its level plain.
“Magic.”
Marion had uttered that single word as he had pointed in the direction of the mansion that the two were now walking through. The last of the lingering presence was within the mansion and the Counsel that sent them there on this sham of a mission knew of this, “magic.”
“Marion,” Master started, “Are you sure you want to do this?”
Stopping to contemplate this question, Marion nodded his head in “yes” before he started up the stairs to the front door that was no longer there. Master quickly followed the young boy into the building and up the main stairs to the second level. They went down various halls making left and right turns. Master surveyed the furnishings of various rooms they passed to find broken vases, torn curtains, and the remains of those that passed from this world a hundred years ago.
The bones that possibly belonged to the resident of this dark and gloomy mansion were found by themselves, paired, or grouped in various rooms. Master grimaced at this as Marion ignored all of remains heading to where the lingering presence was, lingering.
They came to a big double door entrance where the presence is. Marion hadn’t said anything since reaching the mansion and Master didn’t think the young boy was going to say anything at all. And yet, the presence was still there. It was not absorbed like the rest of the other four that they had encountered. Could it be that Marion feared what memories this last one present? Master didn’t know. No. He knew. Master knew, yet he wasn’t sure if Marion will be able to overcome these memories or will be consumed by them.
And the silence was broken.
“It’s time.”
In a rush the presence was gone and Marion hit the floor with dead weight. Master came and sat down next to the boy and just waited like he always had. All that was left was to see if Marion will wake up from this, or will he lay here, asleep forever.
* * *
There was numb sensation from Marion’s chest and abdomen, and his vision was blurry. When he opened his eyes and listened for any signs of his siblings, the hollering and laughter could be heard across the room. His cousins were here. Slowly, Marion got up and was about to head towards the door when he felt odd. Like something was missing, literally.
Looking down, he saw that he was shirtless with a large cut that started from the bottom of the left side of his rib that arched up along the ribs to end in the middle of right ribcage. Whatever happened to him while he was out cold was done with precision and recently. The lack of any evidence of blood didn’t register as Marion tried to hold the hanging skin of his abdomen up with his right arm and reached to open the door. What he saw brought coldness to his heart.
Across the hall sat Carter, his brother and lover. And within his lover’s arms, was him; an older him with the same face and smile, enjoying his lover’s laughter with their cousins. And the words slowly drifted to his ears.
“Carter, what happened to that lover of yours? The look-a-like one we mistook for Mark?”
“Well, duh,” Carter said in response to the male cousin that asked. “Why do you think Mark is here?”
There was a round of laughter as each of them looked at Carter and then Mark.
“I’m grateful though, “Carter continued, “If it wasn’t for Marion, I’d have lost Mark.”
Mark smiled and looked up at Carter before leaning in to rest his head against Carter’s chest.
“Yeah.”
It was Mark this time.
“I’m not happy that you took that thing,” Mark spat the word ‘thing’ before he proceeded, “for a lover but I know you did it for me.”
“I know you’re still upset,” Carter responded not hiding his excuse. “He looked just like you so I couldn’t help it. I’m just glad that we were able to harvest him before he expired.”
Marion blanched. It finally made sense. Why he wasn’t allowed off the mansion and seen by anyone but a few of the cousins that came over to visit. Suddenly, an overwhelming sadness and loss came over Marion. He backed away to lean against the hall as everyone in the other room continued without noticing him.
All the words of compassion and love were lies. Every time that Carter made love to him and insisted he be taken on his back was not because Carter saw him, but Mark. It had always been about Mark. With each new revelation to Carter’s behavior when they first became lovers to the day that he was betrayed, no. He was betrayed the first time he took breath. The first time he laid eyes on Carter. Even though Carter’s words were lies to him, it wasn’t lies for Mark. It was for Mark that Carter took him of everything he had. It was for his LOVE for Mark that he, Marion, was made and betrayed.
And with this betrayal, Marion now remembered how he got his name. Marionette. Marion. That name was given to him by Carter. No wonder Carter played him like the doll he was. There were no tears left to shed, the sadness and pain struck Marion’s now missing heart. Turning away from the beautiful scene in front of him, he ran.
***
Marion slowly stirred from his coma-like state and looked up into Carter’s eyes. No. Not Carter’s eyes, Master’s.
“You knew all along,” Marion accused using the door to bring him up to stand.
“Yes, Marion,” Master conceded. “Though, I have regretted that it wasn’t so.”
“You knew who-“Marion corrected himself, “WHAT I was the moment I was found a seventy-five years ago when I was brought before the Counsel.”
Master didn’t deny it.
“Yes, I am as much Carter as I am Master. You don’t know the joy that came over me when you were brought to the Counsel.”
This didn’t placate Marion at all, it just sadden him even more.
“And what is this JOY,” Marion hissed, “that came over you when I was brought before them?”
There was a long silence and Master left the question unanswered. Master looked away from Marion in shame and Marion barked with sad mirth.
“When you took me, over and over without my memories, were you thinking of Mark?”
“No, I wasn’t.”
Scoffing at Master’s quick confession Marion looked at the door and slowly caressed the carvings. Sighing deeply he turned back to face Master.
“My sorrow knows no bounds.”
And with that Marion disappeared.
Struggling to figure out what to do next, Master took one look at the door and hesitated. Walking to the door, he reached out and took a hold of the rusty knob and turned it, pushing the door open. The large windows across the room let enough light in with its once elegant curtains torn and dull with age. This was the room that Marion had first woken up in. And the in the bed that he had taken Marion those many years ago lay Marion, where he ran and left Carter to be with Mark.
Tears started to stream down Master’s cheeks as Marion’s body lay unchanged by time. Walking over to sit on the dust covered bed; Master gently wiped the dust from Marion’s cold body to only see the body quickly burst to dust. With a cry of anguish, Master wept.
* * *
All those years past, Marion had not left the mansion physically. All the memories that were picked up were memories of the hosts that Marion’s spirit came in contact with. They were not his own. And as Marion lay dying in the bed he had woken from, perhaps he was waiting for his love to be there with him as he took his last breath.
Only time will know.