The Secret War- Part Two
Libra and Zahel, of the tow main characters, discover they're not alone.
Part THREE will have some..."naughty stuff" within it. I am very sorry for the wait and am still without a doubt grateful for those of you who still look at my stories, comment, rate and talk about them.
The Secret War - Part Two
"Rage in the caaage, and piss upon the stage..." The music howled in the club as Libra and Zahel walked through.
"Crawl on me! Sink into me! Die for me! Living deeeeaaaaad girl!"
"Sophisticated music they have here." Zahel sneered as they walked past a vixen on stage, her mouth and rear orifices being violated in a very rough manner by three men, dressed in rags and reeking of alcohol and body odor.
In an effort to gather knowledge about whom maybe on the same plane as them, Libra and Zahel did some research. Turns out, even earlier candidates for some experiments were sent before Libra and even right after him. But with the odd calculations that portal threw off, some of the Zarosians found themselves here years before Libra even showed up, even though they were sent through the portal at the same time. That's why they were there in this horrid club in the "slums" and "backstreets" of New York.
They found a fellow Zarosian.
"N-no! S-Stop!" A feline gasped as her mouth was cupped by canine dressed in pure black, while another, most likely his brother from the same looks he had, grabbed her chest forcefully while his knee grinded her neither region.
"H-Hel-"Her cries were muffled by a rag being shoved in her mouth as Libra and Zahel walked passed.
Libra kept his eyes forward, walking with a purpose while Zahel's eyes drifted from the helpless female to Libra and back. He observed the canines doing what they pleased of her, bathed in dull purple light as one of them closed a curtain around the darkened booth to conceal themselves.
"Will we not help her?"
"It's this club's way. Besides, her fate was chosen when she decided to step into this slum hole." He answered, stopping suddenly, his hooded eyes roaming.
"As you say Archon." Zahel replied reluctantly, but obediently.
Libra took a few more steps, his baggy hooded sweat shirt waving a bit as he hastily walked. But suddenly he stopped, making Zahel almost bump into him. Before Zahel could ask what was wrong however, Libra turned, and went back to the booth, beckoning for Zahel as he tore away the curtain.
"Good evening gentlemen." Libra replied neutrally.
The canines looked upon the intruding human with rage as Zahel entered their vision. Already the feline's undergarments were off, hastily torn from their look on the table. Her eyes were already puffy from her silent cries, tears quite evident judging from her wet cheek fur. One of the canines even has his manhood out, aroused and had her positioned on his lap, ready to penetrate.
"Who the FUC-" One of them began as Libra moved into the seat beside him.
"Wonderful evening, isn't it? I beg our pardon should we be interrupting." He said casually as Zahel took up his left side, sitting down, both now across from the canines.
The feline silently whimpered between the two brothers as they looked both shocked and enraged at the sudden and bold intrusion. The one canine even forgot he had her ready to be penetrated, and set her down, his rage now focused on the two humans.
"I wanted to ask something of you, should you not mind." Libra stated, completely ignoring the feline, who was now in a headlock from the other canine. "Do you know where a Mr. Shakulu is? He's better known as "Steve"."
The two brothers just looked at them with fury, and then simultaneously took out two large daggers. Both grinned at the humans as Libra and Zahel exchanged their own looks and pulled out suppressed 9 millimeter pistols.
"Operation filth, they love to love the wealth of an SS whore making scary...sounds!" The club's music blared as both human's pistols whispered twice, sending the canines into slumped positions.
"I suggest you do not further your life with this sort of entertainment. Only horrid things can come of it." Libra told the feline as he reached across the table and took the gag from her.
The female looked upon the two as they departed to the club's back door, towards the manager's office, with both glee and odd fascination. Oddly enough, she then took out her cell phone and dialed a number on speed dial.
"C-commandant." She whispered in the phone. "Come quickly."
She frowned and pulled her purse from below the table where it had fallen from her struggle. From the purse she took her own pistol, a 22 caliber.
"Sorry boys." She murmured to herself. "I appreciate it, but your time has come."
She then, wrapped her hooded sweatshirt around her naked chest, fixed her skirt and followed the two forgotten warriors.
"And so there are my brethren!" Shakulu bellowed as Zahel and Libra walked in.
Suddenly a vixen came from under his desk, licking her lips and looking at the two humans, her double D cup chest heaving.
"Humans, master? Getting kinkier all the time are we?" She asked, looking at Zahel with lust filled, half open eyes.
"No, no dear. Off you go." Shakulu chuckled, patting her on her rear as she swayed herself out of the office and winked on her way out. "I apologize for the...business here, Archon. Surely you realize the changes in time require changes in...actions."
"If by that vague explanation you mean 'change in morals and running a slummy business' then yes. I completely understand." Libra replied with a glare.
"Times here are different!" He chuckled nervously, leaning over , his one arm going beneath the desk. "And unfortunately, the Empty lord hasn't helped much with any endeavor of mine."
Shakulu then pulled a double barrel shotgun from below the desk, sawn off from the looks of the barrel. He pulled the double hammers back and aimed at the Archon as Zahel simultaneously pointed his own weapon at Shakulu.
"Shakulu..." Libra whispered, shaking his head. "Who? Zamorakians? Saradominists? The Zamorakians are nothing but chaos followers...the Saradominists are nothing but Zealous fools looking for a better world they will never create...who'd you side with?"
"I side with whoever will give me money for you, dead or alive. I know of others like us here, Libra. It's a shock, really, that you of all have no idea how to get back to Gielinor. But that secret...stays with me, and...
Suddenly a single shot ran out from beyond the office door. Seconds later, many shots, random ones from the sounds of the bursts, followed suit. Then there was nothing. The door to the office opened up and the vixen that was giving Shakulu a blowjob stumbled in, her eyes wide, blood upon her chest.
She looked dully at the trio and then fell, face flat upon the floor to reveal a barely clothed feline, in a shooting stance with a .22 caliber pistol in her hands.
"Fucking whore!" Shakulu spat, turning with the shotgun in hand at the feline.
But she was already in stance; weapon trained upon him, the greatest threat at the moment, and shot him dead center of the head as he moved.
Shakulu's shotgun blared, and the feline fell screaming, holding her side.
"Zahel, tend to the feline! I'll help myself to some information." Libra said, standing quietly and smoothly going over papers in Shakulu's desk. "We have approximately 5-8 minutes before the authorities arrive. I'd prefer not to go into form and allow this to become a bloodbath."
"Right." Zahel responded while gently and easily picking up the curvy feline. "We bring her with us?"
"No. Bring her with you. I'll use the crystal. I'll communicate later."
"B-but bring her home with me? What should-"
"Do whatever it is you see fit. I have no time for discussion upon this matter! Make haste!" Libra hissed.
And with that, Zahel hurried out the back door with the unknown love of his life.