Ancient legacy

Here you go... the part that I couldn't post last time because it was too long. Originally Ch3 and Ch4 were one... but I feared it was too much. I wanted this scene to be eerie and haunting, dunno if I attained the desired effect. It will be edited too... same as the previous one. BTW, I edited to let you guys know last pillar died 4 years ago. Enjoy!

*Re-edited 1/19/2011*

Chapter 4: Ready or not, here I come!

"Fuck, I'm bored!" I groaned, pressing my hot skin against the cool windowpane. My breath fogged the glass, blocking the view. I stared outside, my eyes following familiar shapes turned alien and fascinating under the full moon. In the distance a dog howled, barking madly at a passing cat. My attic room was bathed in shadows and silence as I sat cross-legged on my favorite spot by the window. This was my safe haven, the place where I could hide away from reality without sacrificing comfort. The thermostat was set on the lowest temperature available and my room was now cold enough to warrant it's own weather system. I preferred the cold over the heat any day. I burrowed deeper into the folds of my favorite comforter and stared at my sock-covered feet wondering when I would wake up from this two-bit farce. I stared at the round silver disk presiding over heaven, willing it to answer the thousand and one questions currently fluttering this way and that like so many caged birds inside my head.

What my parents quickly dubbed as the 'Keenan incident' was source of long talks, heartfelt apologies, embarrassing explanations and consequently a completely unwarranted grounding five days ago. That was as unusual a punishment as they come since my usually lenient father allowed my mother to do as she saw fit, unless school was involved. Since the 'incident' was school related and, to top it off, I came in way past my 7pm-on-weekdays-curfew, dad blew a gasket and set down the law while at it. I was as surprised as my mother when he said since I had skipped class the day before, I would skip school Thursday and Friday and return to school next Wednesday. "...so that you may better appreciate the privileges of studying and curfew." We tried to reason with him but all our arguments fell on deaf ears. He called the school and spoke at length with my counselor and they agreed. I was grounded for a week and that was it. I was responsible for any and all materials to be discussed during these three days plus I would have no access to the computer or the library. I would have no TV, no games, no radio, no IPod, no PSP, no texting, no phone calls, no books, nothing but my school books. I was expected to read and write reports on all pending assignments per my counselor directives. I would only be allowed to come down for meals and use the bathroom. The rest of the time I was to spend inside my room thinking or studying. By the time Monday came around I was ready to crawl up the walls and I still had one more day to go.

'How was I expected to make it back on time after what happened?!" I whined, choking the pillow harder, visualizing Aggie's thin neck. I wanted to kill her when I realized the mess she'd put me through.

'I really should have socked her one when I had the chance... Damn it!' I grimaced closing my eyes. Images of golden skin, hot lips and a tempting scent pierced the gloom behind my eyelids. I opened my eyes and kicked my socked feet against the cushions, cursing all the while.

"Damn you, bastard! Get outta my head! I'm not gay, ya hear? I may not have lots of experience and I may have cum in your hand but I still love boobs and pussy! I hate you!" the growl came back with a vengeance making me recoil with fright.

Trying to keep myself grounded to reality my mind returned to my parent's disappointed expressions Thursday morning and I cringed. "Yeah, like any guy would go on his merry way after being molested by another guy... and meeting a fox pervert! Sure! Pull the other one!" I grumbled, cursing the fox and it's leery smirk. My mind played all sort of tricks that day and my memory had more holes than a sieve. I couldn't put my finger on the whole thing. It still felt like a dream but somehow my mind told me the fuckin' fox played a huge part. I remembered sitting in the damned tree branch after waking up from my so-called dream. I thought everything was a dream until I got home and saw the evidence in my skin during my bath.

"I ended up looking like a fuckin' leopard, with love spots all over! Pervert! If those weren't there I would have thought it was all a dream. Come on, who would molest me of all people? I'm the boy-next-door kind of man. I still don't shave all that often! It shouldn't happen to me! Come on! I'm not your typical hot, muscled jock!" I groused before the by-now familiar growling started low in my throat. I paled, worrying if he'd done something to change me somehow.

'That's rich! Not only was I recently dragged outta the closet by a pervert but he seems to have turned me into a freak to boot! I didn't realize he was doing anything other than molesting me... which is weird by itself... but this...' Now, whenever I got mad, a cacophony of growling and hissing would start in my chest... which was unnerving when you thought about it. Thankfully, the punishment came as a blessing in disguise. I had no cause to set foot outside my house nor seen another living person other than my folks in 4 days so maybe by Wednesday I would have this shit under control.

'Yeah, and pigs can fly!' my newly discovered sardonic-self replied. 'Well, thank you for the vote of confidence!' I spat huffing. Closing my eyes, I went over the whole shebang wondering for the 100th time what could I have done to make it better.

By the time I got home that day, it was time almost bedtime. I tried to slip by quietly but the 'rents were waiting at the bottom of the stairs. The moment I laid eyes on both pairs of disapproving glares, I knew good Ol' Aggie had done one heck of a job. I said nothing, didn't even glance their way, other than to nod which was my usual way to signal understanding before taking to the stairs like the hounds of hell were after me. I desperately needed time alone and stewing was just the thing. Not that I was doing it for the reasons they expected or wanted, but dismay, excitement and worry were having a field day inside my brain and I wanted no witnesses. I stretched lazily, settling deeper in the window seat cushions. I had ensconced myself here after a long and frustrating day.

"Fuckin' Labor Day weekend and I'm fuckin' GROUNDED! Well, thank you so much Miss Stanley. I'm much obliged, bitch!" I cursed angrily, clawing into the soft belly of my pillow. It wouldn't solve my current predicament but it would take the edge of wanting to throttle Aggie... for now. The bitch had been hounding me ever since Wednesday, willing me to beg for forgiveness but I was loath to. Thanks to her tears, I was screwed. Not only did she have the school counselor call my parents, she also came crying to my mother and gave her a sob story of how I ridiculed her before the whole school and then cut class. There was nothing in her story about her pissing me off. She knew they would overreact, which they did. I noticed something was wrong the next morning when I saw their expressions as I glossed over the situation -I refuse to call it an incident-, without getting to the heart of the matter. I always explained things the same, only this time they were not buying it. Why? Because Aggie had gotten to them first. That's when I realized I was utterly fucked up.

'Like I could tell them the truth...' I mocked silently. I could just imagine their reactions if I ever told. 'Gee, Dad! Guess what? I'm gay! I mean, yeah, I'm sorry I came in late, Mom! See, I was busy thinking over the fact that a hot guy molested me a couple hours ago and guess what? I liked it! I was so turned on... I came like a fuckin' hose and then almost begged for more! Yeah...really cool! And there was this fox making lewd eyes at me... Sure! Ain't ya proud! I blew up more milestones in that one go than in all my teen years combined... Yeah, like that would fly any better...' I shrugged and stretched my cramping legs. 'That would certainly go a long way into securing my stay at Mom's clinic!' A humorless chuckle erupted from my chest. 'I'm so not amused!'

The silence was broken by Gwen Stefani's sultry voice. 'Spiderwebs' was Aggie's current ring-tone so I just enjoyed the rhythm. 'I'm walking on Spiderwebs, so leave a message and I'll call you back... is all your fault I screen my phone calls... no matter who calls, I gotta screen my phone calls...!' The song was too fitting to pass. That bitch... She'd called about a thousand times already. After hanging up the first 50 times, I chose to hit ignore... then changed her ring-tone... Beyonce's Single Ladies got old after the first 100 times... so I changed her ring-tone to fit the mood... since she was obliging me by calling so many times, I would use her as phone DJ... Unwittingly, she'd burned through my ring-tone collection like a health-conscious sex-addict goes through condoms.

"If dad hears the cell phone ringing and I get an extension to this crap, I am gonna kill you, Aggie! Don't fuckin' call anymore! I ain't begging for forgiveness yet, you bitch!" I barked into the mouthpiece before hanging up and flinging it carelessly towards the bed. It skidded over the sheets and went over the side, landing on the floor with a muffled thud. I smiled. 'There! That felt good! Wonder why I didn't do that before?' I wondered, staring out the window.

A couple of heartbeats later it started ringing again making me glare and wish it would spontaneously combust. 'I'm due a new one anyways... if she keeps at it, I'll flush it down the toilet then tell them it fell in when I was taking a piss!' I swore angry beyond words. The game was fun for a while but after 4 sleepless nights, it was slowly driving me nuts.

"Bitch! Thanks to your meddling ways and that fucking fox's invasion... Sheesh!" he swore thinking of the past days. His parents had not bought his spiel on milestones, wily foxes and growth spurts as reason behind his class and curfew skipping after fighting with poor Agnes. "Poor Agnes my ass! The bitch wouldn't know the meaning of that word if it bit her in the ass... She is the reason I ran but they won't believe a word I say. She's perfect before them. Always has been, damn it!" My parents expect me to make amends with Aggie. They not only expected me to stay friends with her, they enforced this friendship.

'Mother thinks her perky, grounded and friendly demeanor a great influence on my sullen ways. As ever, they are blind to the con artist that was Aggie. I am sick of explaining myself away, so I am not telling on her. It would be too much of a bother!' A yawn stole over my whole body and I stretched feeling tired and sullen. My eyes were tight and hot from lack of sleep. Between Aggie's stalking ways and the dreams, I had gotten practically no sleep. If I was not dreaming of Wednesday's school situation, I was reliving the moment with the man and the fox. I closed my eyes, resting my forehead against the glass once again.

"When I went downstairs to get myself a glass of milk, I told mom I couldn't sleep 'cause of nightmares. I should have taken the sleeping aid she offered on the sly... I'm so tired! Fuck, I need to sleep so bad makes me wanna cry! Though, how can I ever want to be locked inside that dream? It's bad enough I end up soiling my clothes but being forced to remain asleep while he sucks...ah, nope!" I moan helplessly, my tired body clamors for rest but my wary mind's unwilling to let go. I hasten away from the dreams with the same passion I use to avoid Aggie.

I fear sleep because the moment my head touches the pillow, my head swirls with vague images inside the dreamscape. One moment I'm seeing black then with a flash I see him. Supple muscle, soft kissing lips, golden skin, smiling gold sapphire eyes, strong hands caressing my skin, making me beg and pant with pleasure. We lie on a colorful bedspread in a warm room that should be stuffy but it's not. I'm naked and ready for my lover. He smiles, teasing my eager flesh, making me quiver with need. My eyes flutter around the blurred images, taking in the golds, russets and reds covering the area. The place is strangely familiar in its strangeness as wide shoulders pin me to the bed. I want him so much! Foxy smirk in place, swishing tail, perky ears, my lover has these but it doesn't seem strange to me. It seems natural and good, sexy even. My hands curl around gorgeous fox ears as sharp teeth nibble a path down my belly making me groan and hiss. I want to escape but he's too strong, his tail curls around us, caressing and tickling me. When I finally give in to the pleasure wrought by his talented hands and mouth, a sharp pain stabs one of my limbs. With a cry, I attempt sitting to see what was wrong. My lover continues pleasuring me, acting for the world as if having 24 lbs of fox teeth and fur in our bed was the most normal thing on Earth. I can see the fuckin' fox using my arm for a chew toy, its needle-thin teeth biting into my flesh.

'No more! It hurts!' I groan. My lover kisses my thigh as I pull hard trying to bat it away but it dances just out of reach, mocking me, as if daring me to catch it. My lover protests when I strain to reach it, angry and confused. Golden arms curl around me, holding me in place, drawing me back into a thick cloud of pleasure, kissing me into submission, forcing tiny whimpers out of my throat as a wet, warm mouth closes around the flared head of my pulsating cock. I can feel him swallowing around me while his hands cradles my balls. I arch against the pleasure, drawing lines of blood over his golden skin. The Fox jeers at me as pleasure courses through me. I shake my head, trying to block the tinny sounds it makes but then it comes closer and nips at a hand or a shoulder or a foot. Ignoring it is impossible and dangerous. My mind is split between pleasure and pain. My lover hums and I stop breathing, the pleasure soaring with every caress. The fox bites a hand, drawing blood and my lover sucks. The fox nips at my foot as my lover drives a finger against the skin under my balls making my confused brain register both as pleasure. Every painful bite makes my pleasure soar. I growl deep inside my chest. I don't like pain. I don't like how it makes me feel. This is wrong! The fox mocks my thoughts, gingerly taking my foot inside its mouth. It waits until I am looking before sinking shiny white teeth into my flesh with deliberation. A blast of pleasure crashes into my groin. Once more, I struggle to stand and push it away but it's too fast for me and the pattern repeats itself. Over and over, the damned fox is cock-blocking me at every turn until finally I cum helplessly, screaming my foolish head off after what feels like hours teetering in the edge. True completion is never reached and I'm left panting, aching and empty; needing more.

'Needing more? No! I don't want these dreams!' I felt my face grow hot and cold with embarrassment before my ears rang with dismay. Anger, confusion and lust struggled for supremacy inside my chest. Everything inside me was a mess. I needed to sleep but I was loath to try because I knew the fox was waiting in the shadows. One more night of foxy pursuits and loving golden caresses would drive me off the deep end. Even catnaps did not help. I always ended up dreaming of strange rituals, chanting and incense-filled rooms.

'If only the fox did not bite quite so hard!' I mused softly before realizing my own thoughts. I groaned out loud, mortification spurring me to try and suffocate myself with the same pillow I've been battering all night long.

Something hits the glass pane while I'm still screaming into the pillow. I stop wondering if lack of sleep could cause aural hallucinations after only 4 nights. Another sharp sound warn me that I am not hearing things.

"Fuck! That better not be Aggie, 'cause I will make good on my promise if she dared!" I swore as I leaned closer to the window edge to look into the backyard.

'I can't see. It's too dark.' My eyes squinted trying to adjust to the darkness outside. After a while the wind chased a bank of clouds and the pale moonlight shone off strangely dark hair I knew under sunlight would shine copper and rust.

'Well, I'll be damned! It's him!' The man of 5 days ago was standing in the middle of his backyard without so much as by your leave! Curiosity and anger urged me to push the window open. Immediately, a blast of hot air washed over me and I unfurled from under the comforter. The man smiled wickedly, waving for me to come down. Alarm made my heart thunder. My parents! I must stop him from making any noise or my parents would kill me or even worse, ground me forever! The man opened his mouth to speak and I shushed him as I stepped outside. When I was a kid I used to climb up and down the tree to reach my room from the backyard but that ended when Aggie came into my life. I slid the window shut and come down the tree, my socked feet finding footholds without much problem, even after all this time. Once on the ground, I turned around to tell the man off but he's not there anymore. He's standing by the gate of the chain-link fence. I hesitated before coming closer.

'Is he nuts? Where the hell does he think he's going? I'm gonna call the police you freak!' I grew incensed when I realized he's moving farther away. I walked faster towards him. A weak voice warned me against following a virtual stranger but a stronger voice replied 'To hell with it! I'm gonna get me some answers!' so I went. The walkway was blissfully free of debris or walking around town wearing socks would put me in a world of pain. The man turned around a corner and I hastened to follow, I don't want to lose sight of him. I hurry over but there's nothing there. The empty road stretched into darkness bereft of movement or life. I curse my luck.

'Where the fuck is he? It's not like he can disappear outta thin air!' I growled a warning when a soft bark nearby drew my attention. Clouds raced overhead and suddenly the rapist fox was back. I shrank away from it as if it could eat me. The thing approached me, sniffed the air and stared up into my eyes. It cocked its head and did this weird move that made it seem like it were laughing. I felt naked under its sharp gaze and used my hands to cover myself. Amusement lighted its yellow eyes as it yipped and barked some more. It's acting as if it could smell my fear. It turned and stared at me over its shoulder, its hind legs scratching the ground before me like a cat burying something smelly. My hackles rose and I hissed in warning to make it stop. The fox squat and peed on the ground, flicking its tail in my direction before sauntering away. I stepped in its direction, my hands curled into fists before I can think. The fox pauses, glancing at me then continued walking as if I were of no consequence.

Suddenly, my mind remembered every slight, every humiliating situation, every insulting word. Feelings and thoughts seemed to crash against my ears and I screamed with rage. My parent's faces as they told me I was grounded, their eyes filled with disappointment, Aggie's daily dose of humiliation and my own sexual confusion flashed before me. Frantic, I crouched, tugging at my hair. I needed a way out, a scapegoat, a way to make things right. My eyes landed on the laughing animal before me and I. Saw. Red. Shouting a war cry, I lunged forward, desperate to wrap my fingers around its furry neck.

'Everything is your fault! You are going down! Fucking perverted fox!' Effortlessly the fox danced out of reach the moment I was about to catch it. Hard concrete scrapped my hands and knees, the burn of pain doing nothing to calm my anger. Dirt encrusted itself into my wounds boosting my flaring temper out of control. Tunnel vision drove me to pursue the animal, mindless of distance or direction. The only thing that mattered was catching the damned thing, now!

I ran for what seemed like ages, my ruined socks stained with everything imaginable but I couldn't care less. Pain registered dimly in my reckless brain but it was set aside to conquer my goal: catch the fox. It yipped ahead and I charged on, my sweaty shirt sticking uncomfortably to my back. I saw bushes and trees but paid no heed. Recognition flared dimly in a corner of my brain not consecrated to fox hunting. I was fast approaching the Park. A shapely fox tail swished before my eyes, much closer than before.

'Ah! It's closer! Yeah, like that! Tire you mangy animal! You can't run forever!' The damned thing turned mocking eyes in my direction as if it heard my thoughts, its foxy smirk making its opinion patent as I ran faster. I took a running jump and fell headlong into a nearby shrub. I struggled to my feet, spitting grass while pushing leaves and sticks aside. The damned thing jumped aside at the last possible moment.

'No!!! I almost had it!' I moaned, railing against my fucked up luck.

'Yeah right! You can't get me! But I can run circles around you easily!' I turned and saw it doing just that, an unholy light dancing in the depths of the cursed animal. Instead of fear, the stare sent a bolt of lust into my groin. I cursed.

'Now, on top of being a gay freak, I'm into animals? What the fuck!' I spat, the copper taste of blood egging me on. "Oh, now you've done it! I bit my tongue you motherfucker! You are so dead when I catch you!" I swore, blotting the blood with a sleeve.

'Poor clumsy baby! You bit your tongue... you should know better than run around with a lolling tongue. Are you a dog? Certainly sound stupider than one... but that must hurt! Want me to kiss it better?' it cooed in a way that made it seem like it was talking. Its yipping seemed like a laugh, shaking its head, barking and huffing.

"Fuck you! Laugh now 'cause you will cry when I get my hands on you!" I cursed and stood, weaving slightly. My body felt on fire, a thousand pins crawled over my limbs but still I pressed on. Did I mention I was a stubborn motherfucker? No? Well now I have!

'Oh, I shiver when you say those things... Careful you don't break a leg, baby... that's gonna suck big time... though sucking is not bad... I wonder how well your do that...' the fox barked derisively drawing my enraged screams as I renewed my efforts.

"What we'll soon discover is how far I can get my foot up your furry ass, you idiot! I will turn you into a living slipper!" I panted, twisting my foot without falling. White pain drove me on as I righted myself. The fox ran with ease a couple of steps ahead of me, darting and weaving through the trees. I stumbled along, my eyes unable to see in the near dark of the woods surrounding me. "Face me like a man, you prick! Stop running, damn it!" I yelled, dead on my feet but still trudging along. I was not giving up!

'Ah... Kinky! Somebody's mad... and out of shape... Tired much? Tell me when you tire... Dun wanna exhaust you just yet...' tittering laughter invaded my laugh and I shoved my hands against my ears.

"Stop damn it! I want you dead! Stop messing with me!" I raged into the air when it's words paint arousing images inside my dazzled brain. My eyes caught a red tail slipping through a hedge and I vault over it. To my increasing dismay the ground on the other side was much lower than it seemed. I twisted my ankle and land awkwardly head over ass, before slamming into my shoulder. Pain took away my breath and I laid on my back, temporarily stunned. Laughter echoes all around me and I rolled over, gathering my strength for a last attempt at catching the red demon.

'Oh, you don't want to play anymore? Tired of trying to hunt little old me? What's the score? Oh, I know! Fox five, Human zero... but then, who's counting?' the gleeful voice whispered in the breeze.

Bees buzz in my ears and I shook my head to clear it. I could have sworn I heard that whispered in my ear. Which was impossible. Whatever! "You are not getting away, fox! You hear? I will get you regardless of what happens! I'm turning you into a belt before I nail your tail to my bedroom's door!" I trumpeted my challenge, growling menacingly as I knelt. With difficulty I pushed to my feet and took a step in the direction the fox had taken. My knees turned to jelly and I braced for the fall.

'This will hurt!' I thought weakly before warm, golden arms wrap around my torso. My heart skipped a beat before I was pulled into a warm embrace. I struggled a little before the will to fight leaves my body.

'If he wants to hold you, let him' I thought faintly. 'I'm so tired and this is so comfortable, let me rest for a bit and I will hunt that fox down!' But before I could fully relax against the body lending me warmth and support, a soothing voice whispered in my ear.

"Heed my words, little one. Think before you act. That which you seek leads down a perilous path that can not be undone. Cease your running. Return home and stop hunting, beloved. You are tired now. Not everything is as it seems anamchara and you are risking more than you know." His lips moved whisper soft against my ear, making me shiver. Out in the distance I heard the tittering yips of the blasted fox. Although the voice urged me to be cautious, fury made me blind. I wonder what would have happened if I wasn't so tired and sleepy that night. As it was, his words reminded me too closely of my parents words. I was not in the mood to listen and ponder. I wanted blood. A rust and gold-colored fox's blood to be exact. Angry and thirsty for mayhem I shoved him away. I felt exhilarated, the thrum of adrenaline and my consuming need for this golden creature driving me on. I turned away from him and screamed to the heavens.

"I don't care what I have to give or where I have to go! As long as I can get my hands around it, I'd send it all to hell in a basket! Fuck my parents, fuck the world, the rest and you! I want that fox and I don't care what I have to do to get it!" I hollered, strangely energized. I turned around to face the man who watched me with a guarded expression. "Understood? You won't stop me! I know what I'm doing so fuck off!" I snarled derisively. I was on top of the game. I owned the place and nothing would interfere!

"Then so be it, anamchara." he replied with a sad sigh that made me feel slightly guilty. I pushed aside the warm arms surrounding me when I saw the waiting fox a few feet away.

I stumbled after the fox compulsively. I needed it! It was mine! I didn't care what I had to give up in order to possess it or why. It yipped loudly before burrowing under a tree root and I went after it feeling victorious.

"I've got you!" I crowed wrapping arms around a warm body.

"No, anamchara. This time I've got you!" a melancholic voice whispered against my temple as everything faded to black.


Well, there you have it. He had to make his choice clear and he did. Only hope he never repents.