Alexander's Accounts - Part 14
Follow Alexander as he goes on a midnight walk to calm his nerves and meets new people.
(I'm changing the release schedule to Monday for AA and Thursday for LT for better spread)
Part 14 of Alexander's Accounts, continuing from letting Artemis zip down south and subsequently meeting a policeman suspicous of drug trading having had occured.
No, sir, i did not take herricane.
No, sir, i did not even touch it.
That's what i said. A probe with a cotton swab and a beeping machine, modern for even earth standards, confirmed i was not a liar.
“Pekatuf”, i said. “He went there.”
The policeman nodded. And the policeman left.
And i stood out here, in the street.
I should've'd expected that the streets get cold at night, what with my heat escaping through the few layers i wore.
So i stood here in the yellow light.
And i listened to the noises around me, the gentle roar of tyres against pavement of the late-night cars.
All alone in north city… nobody to turn to, nobody to speak the language, nobody
And i sat there, alone.
It was dark. I didn't want to go back to the hotel room. No, i wanted to see how it felt to be out here.
So i let the cold bite me, without the promise Artemis's hair to take away some of if, without the comfort of conversation.
No, the lights here were the only thing i had for "warmth".
And i took a walk down, down to Mulumu square.
It was different out in this light, this time. It was empty… -ish.
The trees were skeletons and the buildings shells with locked entryholes. The ground was white with the crystal patterns of some magical frost.
Noises. Human voices.
One and the other, tall and short.
"mi wile li ni: miute jo e mani ona", said the short one, to an accomplice, one with a gun.
And he ran off, a shorter of the werewolves... Taller than the short human, mind you, but still short.
For all intents and purposes, i was away from them. Distant. Hidden in a doorway, now.
I could barely hear them.
“Hacer el fuego!”, screamed someone.
“Sólo tengo licor!”, screamed someone else.
"¡Necesitamos el dinero! ¡¡Probar con eso!! ”, was the reply.
Was the Spanish good? Was it valid? Had i transcribed correctly?
I couldn't tell.
And i couldn't tell what was happening. But i recognised the word fuego and the word licor. An alcohol-based arson.
Screams, shouts, a cackle of flame. Panicked screams.
I left my hiding place to look at the scene.
A horrific stench. Bad tartfruit. Artemis would not approve, maybe.
I watched as the people did their duty.
The two men came out to the centre to give out a speech. The same two. A moment of anticipation; what language would they speak? A question to myself - why did i learn Latin of all languages?!
No matter.
“We all speak English, correct?”, asked the taller one.
A bunch of hands up from an impromptu audience. This felt wrong. Everyone sat still, weirdly so.
Well, not weirdly. Yellow-shirts… or, what exactly? Damn these sulfur lights!
The seem-yellow-shirts were walking around. They pointed sticks into the audience seemingly randomly. Little groans of pain.
“I gather you all this dee-three to yet again remotivate the members of the Mulumu gang”
Weeks here work differently, 10 days, how could've'd i'd forgot? Eh, the South's more west in this regard. Wait… what… mulumu?! That was the name of the square…?
“As we all know, the mulupu has been growing unto its oncoming tawapona point”, said the shorter one. “But, without the actions of our fellow yusi, we really cannot reach it.”
What is this..?! Nadsat, but with something away from Russian?!
“Keep the yasik far at bay from the yasa we ‘care’ for. They're the ones that get us the money.”
Yasik… that's one i know from Rusian… language?! Language as a weapon?!
“Vas!”, screamed the shorter one. “Get back the lipu laso!”
And groans rose from the audience members who hadn't sat up.
And a scream near the street. “yasik li kama a!”
“Seme?!”, from the stage
“yasik… li lon ni a a a!!!!”
“mi sona ni: sina li lon ni”, said a voice behind me as an arm grabbed my shoulder.
I turned back to reveal two werewolves behind me. “Or, as they say in English…”, said the second. “We know you're here.”
“Don't do that”, said the shoulder-gripper. “Don't leak our secret language.”
I stared at the two. “Oh, we should introduce ourselves!”, said the second. “We're from the mulumu, otherwise known as the MM gang. And we've come to de-yasa those who evesdrop on us.”
A squirt of adrenaline rocked across my system, delivered duly from my kidney-hats. “Can y'all stop with the Nadsat?”
“The what?”, asked the shoulder-holder.
“You must be poorly read; a weird dialect of English used to write a clockwork orange. Violent youth and all, uses Russian loanwords”, said the second.
“Oh and here comes Mr Knowitall… you're only a yansin! Know your place!”, said my gripper.
“You asked”, said the second with a smug shrug.
An angry expression from my captor. My shirt was gripped, creating an almost-painful compression about my body.
“sina wile unpa e jansin anu seme?”, asked my holder.
“wile ala”, said the other. He wants Allah?
Fuck, i can't understand them. I struggle to escape.
“Eh whatever, this guy looks better suited for loan-getting anyways.”, said the first.
And i felt a pang of very sudden jealousy. These guys are having cross-language conversation. Damn them. Why did i learn a dead language? Nobody i could talk to… just myself. Well, except in the church and some weird internet places. Nowhere of significance.
Fuck me, i guess. For taking Latin in secondary school, for letting Artemis go south, for going out, for being here. What even were these people? Bilingual? no… trilingual? No, probably quadlingual.
I was here and i was merely bilingual.
Nobody noticed the sigh i made at that.
A pinprick with a tube attached. A nothing.
What is this room? I don't recognise it.
Who are these people? i don't recognise them.
What is this tongue? I don't recognise the words.
Well, i did when they switched. “He's awake.”
Am i in a cliché? Waking up in a white box, weird people? Finding out new things…?
What is a cliché, even? Just people agreeing that a good idea has been good for too long? Is it worth avoiding them? Do we just use stories to communicate?
And what am i communicating? What is there here of value?
But brains come to life after this kind of thing. They come to life slowly.
No, the value is not here. The value is south, with Artemis.
No, the value is not now. the value is in the future. The value is at the moon phase of new. I hadn't checked the moon. Maybe the South was on the analogue strike.
And the people here… Mulumu square… that's where they came from.
“I said… hes awake", the voice said.
“We don't give a fuck, yansin!”
The divide. Yansin vs the others. And what was i? I was just some horny person. And i was without my werewolf. I was stuck.
I looked about the room.
A white room indeed. Paint with blood stains on various stages towards a dried brown colour.
Escape is probably a good option. This is getting in the way.
A hand grabbed me, again. On sore spots, from last time. Sore spots i was too stressed to notice. “You're of us, now… a mulumu person.”
No i am not.
“Part of your obligation is to serve us.”
My brain was pointing in directions furry porn usually led. Sodomisation, maybe. I'd probably enjoy it. I was too horny. But i was not in it. I had a werewolf boyfriend who loved me. I could do anything. I'd rather not.
“And we have affiliations with a brothel.”
Artemis, what would you do?
“The north is very strong on consent laws, of course… but we're an illegal gang.”
Artemis, would you forgive me?
“Still, we like to follow the law where appropiate… so, accounting or fun times?”
Ahaha, i can see, Artemis. Thanks! “Yeah, accounting… i have someone waiting for me down south.”
They chuckled. “Oh, someone with a lover!”
And a man entered the room. “How's the jansin doing?”
It was the tall man from before.
“toki, Miguel.”, said everyone, in some kind of crowd-natural demented offset chorus.
“No. 3, 2, 1”, said Miguel
“toki, Miguel”, said everyone, in chilling chorus, monotone voices of many tones.
“Well.. you came to our witching during the witching hour. You fucking bastard”, said Miguel to me.
“We've already given him the choice”, said someone.
“No, not that one…! That one's rubbish. I have a better one.”
I sat and listened.
“You can either live a life on servitude to the brothel… where, as my stupid inferiors inform me, you've chosen your role, or you can go south, and never go north again, to your lover.”
Miguel, what the fuck is this. This is crazy.
Are you trying to uproot me. No, this is not a good solution.
“South!”, i shouted. “Pa-fepentrio, sud! Take me to him!”, i shouted.
Anywhere away from the damn gang. The True Vigilantes simply want me dead. They want me to do work. No thanks.
Miguel came closer, bodyguards and all. “You do realise that the only taxi we have is the 180 km/h one? You'll be on the slow police-guarded roads, not the expressways.”
“I really can't be bothered to give an arse.”
He chuckled. “You'd die… well unless the economy crashes before then. They're having a strike at full moon, heard that? It's almost there… just this night now.”
“Just take me south”, i said.
“Fine, then. It won't be easy”, said Miguel.
And i smiled. Into the car, beat-up. Into the backseat, still tied up. Double seatbelted. Driver, unco-operative
I, tired, somehow. It was mid-day.
I slept, i guess.
And i kept waking up. These roads were not maintained enough for our speed.
So i looked out. Muddy fields betrayed just how empty the motorway was. We were on a different route, stuck behind a tractor.
The south had not changed. I was outside the flat. Yellow sulfur lights.
And i walked my way up. For one of the few times, i was the one outside the door.
I knocked. “Non futuis lycanthroporum!” i shouted.
A scream… excitement? Terror?. And the door was opened
Artemis, looking at me, somehow disheveled. “I… i got the vial, destroyed it.”
“And i got kidnapped by a gang speaking a foreign language.”
“Fuck…”, he said. “How did we get here?”
“The sirens”, i said. “Maybe this was their conspiracy.”
“Hmm”, grumbled Artemis.
“How are Cubit and Biblia?”, i asked.
“Ok but starving. Can't go out, i'm a registered human-supporter. My rent-payers do the errands now.”
“Fuck”, i said. “How's the economy?”
“Folding, at last”, said Artemis.
“Sweet”, i said.
How has it only been one night away from each-other?
And i saw our two humans. They had eyes which seemed to sink behind the face, deeper, into a sea of hopelessness, their neutral expression a frown.
“Let's stick together”, from now on", i said.
And i grabbed Artemis, like, grabbed him. Held onto his hair, played with it in my hands, made sure he knew that even a day away was too much.
He did the same, with my shirt. And we kised, moving towards the bed.
The bedroom, alone together.
Condoms, plenty supply. Lube, plenty supply.
“Nothing like the cold of the bed left at home”, i commented, touching the sheets with my buttocks and hands.
“And the warmth of the skin of your… kidnapped lover”, said Artemis. “Honestly, what happened?”
He sat on the bed next to me. I pulled him a little closer. "I dunno… i entered the main square we'd been to before, wandering, seeing it in the dark.
I brought my hands to his pants, to feel the cock. “I heard fire… and then some assembly happened.”
“Fuck”, said Artemis. “Dumb of me to think the gang had folded.”
“And then they caught me and i woke up in this white room.”
“Lemme guess; you we-were jansisin?”, asked Artemis with a little moa, as i grabbed a handful of his balls.
I played with his balls like they were a little stress ball. “Maybe… i don't really know. Offered me a choice; work at a brothel as accounting or as a prostitute. Chose accounting”
I moved to grab his cock, to gently tickle the tip. He moaned. “I told you that you could do anything you wanted!”
His hands grabbed my cock too. The tingles hit me and made my let out an involuntary moan. “Not that. Anyways, told i could either return south and never go north or work my life away. Kinda prefer the true vigilantes, then.”
I played with Artemis some more. It was difficult with the material of the underwear.
“Take it off”, i said."
“Nah… i'm too tired for real sex.”
And we kind of fell backward after that, i pushed down by his hand. I did try to wrap the blanket around us. Too cold. I had to budge up to Artemis. Warmer. Better. I missed this.
“Artemis?”, i asked.
He snored. Not an affirmative.
“I think i love you”, i said anyways.
And he chuckled a little. Not so asleep then.
It was awake time for us, the next day.
And Artemis wasn't quite there. No, he was there holding onto me, pulling me tight to him. One of the few comforts he could rely on.
I accepted. And he began moving in his sleep. At first a little. but after a while it became thrusts into me, pulling me into him. And eventually, his pelvis and penis got involved, thrusting against my lower body.
Today, i decided, i'd give in.
And he continued, harder and harder.
At one point, i moaned.
And he woke up >_<, holding onto me. Tighter and tighter, a cheeky punishment. “Don't you think the consent i gave you earlier expired?”
“No”, i said. “We're too close.”
“I guess”, he said. “Even if we did change jobs, houses, locations, death-threateners, and people around us.”
“Meh”, i said. “But we have each other.”
He didn't respond. He just spread his fingers to grab as much bare skin as he could. An affirmative response.
And we sat there like that, not quite tired enough to sleep, not quite awake enough to get out of bed.
“Let's turn on the tv”, i said, reaching out of the bed with what little mobility had been left to me.
And we looked. A graph. And the presenter began. “After the recent recession, the government's budget has been stretched considerably. The killing bounties will be cancelled after a grace period.”
“But… that means… that means we might be able to… we could live toge-”, Artemis started.
“That means they'll want to kill as many s possible before it ends”, i finished.
Stay tuned for part 15, in which we watch the economy crash.
Some notes:
Ok guys i'm sorry i talk about werewolves too much IRL but in the stories i only really talk about linguistics. So, to everyone else i'm werewolf-obsessed but to y'all i'm onluy really linguitics obsessed.
I'm more of a pantser than a plotter so whoops now Alexander is getting caught up in gang politics.
Sometimes i feel like these series are going too far down a "[INSERT LINGUSTIC RANT HERE]" kind of path. So far, i've had English, Spanish, and Werewolvian Northern Spanish as the main official languages of the worldbuilt world. Toki pona has come in to provide a secret cult-gang a secret language, and then Catalan and French are used to aid understanding of Werewolvian Northern Spanish.
In fact Werewolvian Northern Spanish itself is a hodgepodge of lexicons from a wild number of lexicons and an agglutinator's wet
Tell me; am i handling my latest obsession well or is it kind of ruining the story? Do you learn anything useful to the IRL world or not from these linguistic rants?
If you ever feel like i am dumping too much linguistics when you just want werewolf spice, say the safeword “defundementalistounroboanthrozoomorphicneocontraprotoneoantidisestablishmenterianism” in the comments down below of any part.
What's healthier? An unhealthy werewolf obsession or an unhealthy linguistics obsession? Wait, porque no los dos?
(In English a-level class we actually listened to a podcast, sweet bobby, and i'm thinking now “Well, at least i'm not the catfisher with an unhealthy obsession on half-IRL characters!”)
(Why does nobody react anymore when i say “well at least i'm only obsessed with writing linguistics-revolvant werewolf erotica and not catfishing”? My friend says it's because i've reached “peak weirdness” and nothing i do will be shocking. Eh.)
Yes, this is furry porn, but for damn's sake, this is furry porn with taste :p. No gang-rape to be had here! Linguistics porn, yes. Loyalty to the lover, yes.
Of course, i had to add a sex scene. And this time it pushes forward the plot and shows Artemis's opinion.
Yasik actually comes from toki pona jan sike, which means “round person”; police officers. Yes, their dialect is obsuficated.