Darkness

Darkness Chapter 62 Middle of the Night

Their presence was obviously not needed or wanted by the arrogant overbearing wizard, Feles and Drakk returned to their small cheap shoddy room. Though Feles was still furious at what took place he was more furious at himself for letting Darkness’ behavior affect him personally, especially since he had deep romantic feelings for Drakk and actually liked and respected him, demon or not, while Seer’ Reign was an all around hateful fiend.

Too tired for intimacy when they reached the room Feles and Drakk removed their boots and weapons, but kept their weapons close by when they lay down to sleep fully clothed. The big demon was aware of Feles distress and endeavor to comfort him with gentle kisses and hair stroking, but it did little good for Drakk's normal comforting touch was strangely unsuccessful … only their utter overtiredness finally succeeded and allowed them both to slip quietly into sleep, but not before Fe looked over at the other corner of the room at the empty bed and he found it oddly disturbing not to see it occupied.

Feles woke suddenly out of sound sleep; he had deeply irritating sensation that something was terribly wrong… a faintly magical instinct that on occasion manifested itself as a sharp pain in his left temple. Quickly he found himself once more looking at the third bed in the room only to find it still empty. Darkness was still missing. All at once the pain in his temple became so strong he nearly cried out in agony. Rasmus the old magic user had once suggested to Fe that it was very likely that what little magic Feles had, manifested itself in a dual form of empathic-precognition. It was very likely the grieving drunken bastard of a wizard, in spite of his own powers, was in trouble. Just for a second he considered waking the deeply sleeping Drakk to go help him look for Darkness, but what if it was simply a bad dream… he would look the fool in both their eyes. NO! He would let the handsome redheaded demon continue his rest. Fe would go himself to see if the drunken wizard needed saving, if it was really necessary somehow he would find a way to do it. Then just maybe they might give him more respect.

Quickly Fe grabbed his boots and wool cloak and put them on, and then grabbed his own personal throwing daggers and hid all eight about his person in various easy to reach places. Then as after thought, for he was learning how to use it, he hung the new short sword on his belt and quietly left the room quietly, so as not to wake Drakk.

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Even though it was very late possibly three or four in the morning, a full moon was up and bright giving Feles plenty of light to search the side streets, which were actually more like alleys. Perhaps the wayward drunken wizard had just collapsed in alley corner somewhere. As Fe made his way slowly up the rough dirt road that ran through the length of tiny town, he also investigating each of the seemingly always open drinking establishments he encountered along the way on both sides of the road with no sign of the errant wizard.

Fe shivered in cold mountain air and cursed himself for being a stupid fool. Why was he out in the cold in the middle of the night looking for a sadistic bastard who hated him and probably wouldn’t be appreciate being found, even if he found him… instead of back in a warm bed cuddling together in sleep with his lover?

As Feles approached the end of road at the far end of the town, which was right up against the sharp sloping side of mountain he heard the laughter of 5 or 6 men standing around something lying half on the ground of a round rough stone courtyard and propped up against a shadowy small stone structure that was at its center. The closer he got to the courtyard and the structure he saw it was a covered fresh Water spring. A single small lighted fire torch stuck out over the courtyard from the stone spring but it seemed to cast more shadows than actual light. The laughing men stood around the figure of another man lying propped against the base of the spring, suddenly they began pawing at his body and grabbing at his clothing and armor until the front of his chest was bare and exposed to the cold night air. Then another of the men grabbed a handful of very long hip-length very familiar silky black hair and jerked it free of its bindings. The owner of the hair drunkenly and vulgarly cursed his tormentors…. The curse echoed and was carried to Feles on a cold night breeze. Another less slurred voice was carried on the wind too, and it actually reached the redhead, where he stood, concealed in shadows.

“Boy’s lets strip the drunken fancy dressed bitch and see what were playing with. He is probably carrying a good deal of gold on him too… we’ll let him pay us to ride him hard and fast. It’s likely he well lubricated with all that alcohol he drank and wont even resist us… much! Now lets have some fun shell we?” Immediately the boisterous group of men agreed and laughed about how they were going to enjoy themselves with their drunken victim.

Suddenly a very drunk voice growled out in harsh fury… “Touch me you, diseased Rat-fucking motherless dogs and for I am dark wizard of great evil powers I will smite you so hard that blood will run from every orifice of your bodies and you will rot from the inside out.”

“Yo men, what a laugh, the pretty faced drunk thing thinks he’s actually a real wizard and that he can harm all six of us… now lets strip him and take a look at all that pretty soft white flesh he’s got hiding under all that black silk and leather.”

Just as they leaned down and endeavored to remove the remainder of his leathers and armor the ground under their feet began to shake violently and loose stone and sharp rocks began to slide and fall violently down the sloop of the mountain side in their direction, causing them stand up and dodge out of the way of the bigger rocks and leave their victim partial naked and vulnerable to the cascading stones. It made Feles wonder if the sudden avalanche of stones was caused by Darkness’ magick. Or was it simply the normal earthquake prone mountains, shuttering in submission to the elemental gods that were said to live deep under the mountains. During their previous search for the missing Keylyn, almost every day for a few minutes the ground would shake under their feet. Seer’ Reign said it was a common occurrence in this part of the mountains and he ordered them to get use to it and to stop behaving like frighten little girls.

The shaking earth under Feles’ feet woke him to what he was seeing, Darkness was about to be raped and robbed before his eyes, but what could he do he was one man against six. Using the trembling earth as distraction. Feles used the shadows and the shaking earth under his feet to moved covertly and discreetly until he was only six feet or so from the
men and the downed Darkness, by concealing himself behind some thick deadly thorn bushes, which ran along the right side of the road right up to the spring. Luckily he was undiscovered, so he had time to decide and plan his next move, at least he thought he would. But he paid the price for hiding tightly up against the thorn bushes for his face, forearms, and anything not covered with clothing were streaked and marked with painful bloody scratches, which made the redhead irritable and uncomfortable.

All at once just as quickly as it started the ground stopped shaking and rocks stopped falling down from the sloop over the spring courtyard. The six men were back, and immediately they swooping in like vultures on their downed prey. Within a matter of seconds Darkness was stripped naked and the men started undoing their own clothing to proceed with their intentions. Feles didn’t have a choice of decisions he had to react immediately or the men would literally tear Seer’ Reign apart for their own amusement. They had him roughly draped over the edge of the walled spring on his stomach with his hands roped together so tightly his wrist were bleeding already as he tried to fight them. Then they secured the rope to a single rusty iron hook that protruded from the stonewall.

As the first man moved in, obviously the leader, for Fe noted he was loudest and gave the most orders. He brutally knee-ed the wizards legs wide apart and then he lunged forward with his first thrust… only to be halted in mid-thrust by a swiftly thrown dagger, which took him directly in the throat to the hilt and he slumped to the ground never reaching his goal. Confusion reigned, for the remaining intended rapists didn’t have time to react as one man after another fell as they were suddenly struck down one by one, as a series of sharp daggers took out a eye, a neck, and a chest. Until at last, only two of six men remained upright and alive though one was badly wounded in thigh for he was left kneeling in pain. Fe didn’t have time to think about what he was doing, he just threw trying to make each one of his hasty blades count.

Feles finally headed out from behind the thorn bush with two daggers ready to throw and the one unwounded man heading directly toward him with his sword drawn. He released the dagger and it struck the man a glancing blow on the shoulder, but didn’t wound him so the man kept coming. Swiftly with growl of fury Feles let the second dagger fly and he watch as dagger began to descend too soon, it was going to miss its target all together, but then a funny thing happened the foolish swordsman charged even faster forward toward Fe, which caused the dagger to strike and rip into his belly and guts and the swordsman fell to ground tripping over his own bloody spilling entrails and releasing the vile rank of fresh feces.

Feles sudden felt a hot breath on the back of neck and turned suddenly to see the man with the wounded thigh, standing behind him with his sword point aimed directly for his mid-back. Normally Fe was never one for bloodshed and killing ever before, apparently that was all changed, he was different now, for the redhead Feles found himself completely reacting on instinct. He pulled the short sword from the sheath at his hip, and quickly blocked his attacker’s thrust and then he brought his sword up and thrust it directly through the man’s heart and he stood watching as the man fell to ground and died with a soft expel of breath.

A trembling Fe stood paralyzed in stunned shock, he had just killed six Adult men in matter of few minutes and he was still standing, all to save an evil depraved man who very likely detested and hated him and considered him only a worthless whore.

All at once from the direction of spring came a loud intact of breath, a drunken hic-cup and then a very disturbing mad half-crazed giggle.

“Really my Red, I am actually surprised you just didn’t watch them, and then applaud them afterwards when they were done with me. So you are really quite the sweet pretty Killer after all, I didn’t think you had it in you love. Now get a grip its over… Feles pull yourself together, for I would most certainly appreciate it if you’d come over here and free me from these stones… they are very hard on my most important very tender parts … my torn bound wrists hurt horribly… it’s just a wee bit chilly being totally naked, and lastly and most certainly I would enjoy a long drink of water, after all rape is such a thirsty business now isn’t it. Please help me now, and really why did you come out here alone to save me without getting the big demon to help you…. Have you figured out that reason yet… could it be that you find me intriguing, attractive, and you desire me after all my pretty little Kitty with claws… despite my most evil and depraved ways.”

“Shut up Darkness, You’ll never change your arrogance knows no bounds, and I am fool… if you want me to help you… be the fuck silent, I am not in the mood for your drunken sarcastic humor right now.”

“Actually, cold air and rape, can be very sobering especially on the ego no matter what you think of me boy, I do appreciate your saving me… no matter what your true or real reasons are!”

Distracted from the shock of the killings by Darkness’ sarcastic, insolent, and arrogant mouthing off, which in part was true whether Fe liked to believe it or not, Feles went to the downed wizard and untied his hands from the hook and let him rest in a sitting position with his back against wall while he let him drink fresh spring water from his own cupped palms until Darkness motioned he had enough. It surprised Feles that the slender naked wizard looked so fragile and exhausted, yet he was still beautiful for all his evil and annoying ways. Fe was disgusted with himself for found it difficult to look away from the naked displayed body he knelt beside. Pale soft flesh so inviting to the touch, it beckoned wildly to be caressed, just for a second Fe forgot what he was doing and reached out to physically make contact, but thankfully the touch was halted when reality returned abruptly when he saw the wizard shivering violently from the cold. And Fe lowered his hand back to his side, just as one of the wizard long slender fingers reached out and tenderly traced over one of the long bleeding scratches on Fe’s face.

“Your bleeding boy, odd I didn’t think they got that close to wound you.” Came a soft weary whisper from Darkness, very worn with overindulgence from drink and violence.”

“They didn’t, but a thorn bush did during the earthquake!”

“So six violent men didn’t harm you lovely Fe, but a bush did? A soft weak chuckle escaped the grinning wizard and then he continued, “really I was going to tell you to stay away from violent men, but perhaps I should say violent bushes instead.”

“Yes beside it’s too late for me to stay away from violent and arrogant men, for it seems I have an unnatural affinity for them and no matter what I do I can’t avoid them in my profession. Now hush My Lord, let’s get you dressed your freezing before my eyes, after all, we wouldn’t want those important parts to freeze off… Little Keylyn would be very angry with me if I let that happen to you.”

Feles watched as a single tear ran down one of the wizard pale bruised cheeks at the mentioned of the familiar name, and then just as suddenly an angry fierce expression came on his handsome face and he hissed through his teeth, “If my lovely pet is still fucking alive to care!”

The redhead quickly helped Darkness to dress into his leathers and armor and even to find all his stolen weapons that the six men had taken along with his gold. Feles quickly discovered that Darkness was still too weak to stand up, let alone walk, so he remained setting propped up against the wall of the spring with Feles’ cloak spread over him for
extra warmth.

Feles had decided previously to wait until they got back to their room before he did anything for Darkness’ badly torn bleeding wrists with the ropes still imbedded deeply into the skin from him strongly resisting his abusers. Its was very likely that they wouldn’t make it back before dawn because of the wizard weakened condition… the man’s wrists needed to be cleaned, the ropes remove and cared for now, before an infection set in from the dirty filthy ropes.

Seer’ Reign’s head was down and he was dozing strongly, it would give Fe an opportunity to care for him and in sleep, maybe it would be less painful too. The first thing he would need was a clean piece of cloth to wash out the wounds. Searching himself he found nothing useful he could use safely… why didn’t he bring his first-aid supplies? Despite the fact he didn’t want lay his hand on Darkness intimately he was forced to do just that. But he had success when found on the wizard belt, a single pouch contains an immaculate white long clean scarf made of silk and instantly he tore in three parts. The first part he soaked in the softly gurgling fresh spring until it was sopping wet, and then he proceeded to cleanse and soften the dried blood, which held the ropes tightly around the wizard's torn and bleeding wrists. It took a lot of soaking before the ropes came free from Darkness’ injured wrists and he could thoroughly clean each wrist. Then Feles wrapped the two remaining pieces of the silk scarf tightly around each of the wizard’s wrists to reduce the bleeding and cover the wounds. Only one moan of pain escaped from Darkness when he woke up suddenly obviously hurting, in silence he grited his teeth and bore it without complaint, as Fe completed tying the wrist bandages securely in place.

“My Lord would you like try to stand now, it nearly morning. We should try to get back to the room before Drakk starts to worry… when he finds us gone”

“Yeah Red I guess, the Goddess forbid he thinks I am molesting you against your will?”

“Darkness in your state you couldn’t molest anyone, not even if they were willing… now lets go the sun rises quickly.” Feles gentle wrapped his arms around the wizard shoulders and helped make his way slowly back toward the poor inn they were staying at.

All at once a soft seductive voice whispers in Feles ear, “Is that challenge boy, I can do many things even in this state, and seduction is one of the easiest… would you like me to show you,” then suddenly a warm soft seeking mouth pressed a tender kiss against the side of redhead’s neck making Feles gasp out loud in spite of himself.

“Oh Darkness please Stop that now, or I will let you fall down on your ass right here in the road.”

“No you wont, you don’t want to damage me, anymore than I already am!” Came a low naughty laugh.

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But just remember Darkness being the way he is... is more use to dealing with his appetites by giving in to them and controling them... than is he actually use to dealing with normal emotions such as, fear, sadness, worry, and love.