Getting To The Roots
Sorry for the long delay, alot of stuff has happened over this past month that had my nerves completely wracked.
This is more of a flashback chapter.. This one will have a surprise at the end. Personally I blame Tim, but it appears I have adopted his sense of using Monty Python, but a twist is in order. (I'm J/K :p Not flaming anyone.)
Theme: The Red
Werecats, and all are not mine, but I will add it in because its a story.
To the story, and please watch for typos!
26 YEARS AGO...
"INCOMING!!"
A blast from a mage decimated the entire battlefield, the soldiers and mages from Lore came in from all sides of the battlefield.
"Onward!"
The general flashed his sword in the dawn light. A younger Lycan Jinna and her human husband Giovanni took shelter what shelter they could while evading oncoming attackers. "Why are they here?!" the female lycan clutched her newborn son harder as another fireball hit near them that was WAY too close for comfort. Through the battles, they battled to get to a place to make a final stand where alot of other people were waiting for their presence. "They found out about the Lycan population, and His Royal Pain In the Ass percieves us as a threat." Giovanni said and slashed his katana through a mage that was aiming a fireball right in their direction.
They broke through the brigade and made their way into the forest clearing. Legions of archers were sniping them from a distance, it was going to be tricky.. Jinna shoved the newborn child into her husbands arms and put her claws together
"Lycan. Dragon. Minotaur."
"BAO SAKAIRA REISA!"
Lightning crackled in her palm as she casted her spell, the female lycon took off running and ripped through the entire army blockade, blood and other (ahem) objects flew through the air. Giovanni watched with his mouth gaping open at his wife, she was strong, yet had a beautiful figure that he fell in love with. Jinna turned back to her husband and grinned, blood ran down her teeth and she took the child back into her arms. They quickly and quietly continued on, the hours seemed to pass on as they made their way through the Blacklands. A peasant and an old woman were digging though the muck which could only be horse shit. "You! You there!"
The man turned and whiped of his hands
"What can I do ye 'fer?"
Giovanni pressed his lips together at the man but asked, mimicking the accent.
The man looked thoughtfully and opened his mouth:
"Where is the Lake of the Beast?"
"What I object to is you automatically treatin' me like an inferior."
"I'm NOT treating you like an inferior."
"Really? Then why are ye demandin' that I tell ya where that lake is? We're an anarcho-syndicalist commune. We take it in turns to act as sort-of-executive officer for the week...AND YOUR askin' me about a bloody lake."
"I was just trying to.."
" ...But all the decisions of that officer have to be ratified at a special biweekly meeting.."
"Uh..Right.."
"...By a simple majority, in the case of purely internal affairs..."
"Just SHUT UP and tell me where that bedamned lake is!" Giovanni said and narrowed his eyes in anger.
"... but by a two thirds majority, in the case of more major -- "
"SHUT UP!"
"Oh, see? Now yer harassin' me!"
A crowd gathered around
"Now, as I way saying..The meetings require much focus and need to bang every woman ye see---" Giovanni went right up to him and starts strangling him and shouts.
"SHUT UP WILL YOU?! SHUT UP!"
"Ah, now we see the violence inherent in the system!"
"SHUT UP!"
" Oh! Come and see the violence inherent in the system! HELP, HELP, I'M BEING REPRESSED!"
"Blasted peasant!"
Giovanni let go and walked off with the muck shoveling peasant rambling
"You see that? You saw it didn't you? I was being repressed!"
Through it all, they finally made it to the lake.
"Giovanni! Jinna!" a man shouted and fired off a few rounds of arrows mixed with magical energy "About time you got here!"
Giovanni drew his sword and cut through
"Get the child out of here!" he shouted back to the lycan.
Jinna nodded and went right into the stream with a horde of people right behind her. She put the child into a basket and put him inside.
"Good luck, little Mako." she gave the child one last lick sent him downstream.
"We've got you now!" a soldier sneered and went towards her with a sword raised
"COME ON THEN!" Jinna roared and exposed her fangs. The basket floated downstream and was found by a passing maiden, she opened the casket and saw the little baby crying.
"Oh, my goodness."
She picked him up and held him close to her chest and bounced him. The child giggled and squirmed, which made the woman smile.
"Well, I can keep you until we find your parents, alright?"
11 YEARS LATER...
"John! Stop playing with that rabbit and come eat!"
A now-plump lady who was once a maiden called from the house door as her 11 year old stepson chased a little white rabbit around the yard.
"Okay!" A young John said and came inside, he chewed on the bread as his stepmother eyed him
"Did you remember to wash your hands?"
"I did now!" The chestnut haired boy giggled over the food.
"Well, you get to go to school tommorow, moving to this town is new to both of us, are you scared?"
"Nope."
"Are you sure?"
John nodded and took another bite from the bread
"And NO MAGIC."
The boy swallowed both his mothers words and the bread
"Aww..Why not?" His foster mother replied with a humph and raised an eyebrow "You remember last time?"
All to well, he cast a spell to let it rain, and John accidently flooded the entire district.
"Well, off to bed, you start tommorow."
John went to bed, just as his mother instructed, but with all the excitement of being able to start again claimed him and he tossed and turned through the night.
The next day was kind of eventful, but the children responded by picking on him, excluding him from activities and calling him names. By the middle of school, John was full of scratches from rocks and other objects. It was around the time for recess, and they all went outside to play for the rest of the afternoon before their parents brought them home; Seizing this chance, John chanted an incantation and a pebble the size of a medieval quarter hovered a foot over his hand.
"Look!" he said excitedly to the leader of the group, who was a girl about the age of 12 and very bulky in size.
She turned around and was about to tell him to 'scram' but noticed the rock
"You..you..you.."
John was finally getting noticed, and any moment he was going to be asked to be in games. "YOU..FREAK!"
The rock clattered onto the ground as John looked absolutely devastated "Get away from me!" she and the other kids who saw took a large rock and began stoning him. Running away crying, John went all the way out into the street.
"Why..am I the only one who..?"
"Help! Let go of me!"
The feminine voice played out as John whiped his eyes, he ran towards the sound to find his stepmother being cornered by a couple of werecats.
"Here, now, we won't hurt you. Much."
One of them sneered and grabbed her arm, dragging her to the ground, he removed her skirt and revealed his cat-like erection
"No, no please.."
The male werecat plunged himself deep into her, drawing out screams of pain and anger
"Get off of me!"
The werecat smacked her until she was bleeding
"NOT UNTIL YOU ORGASM, BITCH!"
The other werecats joined in, most of them ripped of her shirt and started raping her. John's stepmother screamed and her clitoris nectar oozed onto the ground.
"And now," one of them whispered "You die."
Baring long, white fangs, the werecats broke her neck and began to rip the flesh and meat right off of her body. "Mother.."
John wanted to help, but was completely petrified for several minutes, with some hesitation he gasped..and ran. Running through the forest, he came onto a mountain, the boy pounded against it in untold anger. A rumbling came from a cavern, and a voice whispered to him through the entrance.
"I have what you seek."
With curiosity, the boy ventured up to the cavern and gasped, a LARGE 50 foot wolf was bound by a thin ribbon to a rock.
"Release me."
The wolf brought his head to John's level
"Release me, and I will grant you the power to take revenge on those who took everything from you."
Gritting his teeth as the wolf used magic to replay every bad moment in his own mind, John went over to the large foot and poked at the string.
"Stenr reisa."
A sharp rock came to him and the boy began to cut the rope.
'This is some strong rope!' he thought.
John sawed harder, the wolf wiggled his foot and the ribbon was coming apart.
"There!"
The wolf whirled around and looked right at his rescuer.
"I KNEW something was suspicious about you only a ly..Nevermind, I owe you my life kinsman." the gigantic wolf spat the sword out from his jaws. John picked the sword up, the sword's hilt was in the shape of a wolfs head with a metal bar coming out from the back of it.
"The Fenrisulfur Hiruq, kinsman." the wolf said "I bid thee farewell."
A bright white flash went through the entire room and left the young man holding the sword. A vision of the werecat base in the mountains went through his mind, revenge was going to be sweet.
"Oi! What be this?!" A werecat said as John went up to him
"Take me to your leader, I wish for an audience." a serious expression was on his face and the werecat took the boy to a building where the leader was eating grapes given to him by a few nude and shackled prisoners.
"What? Who brought this cur to--"
"Shut up." John said and drew the sword that the wolf had given him "This is my revenge on your kind."
The leader laughed and slapped his furred knee "REVENGE? What can a kid like you do to us?"
The chestnut haired boy looked up, his eyes were a solid acid yellow
"No, your.." the werecat backed away as the boy came closer "S-stay away!" The boy came even closer, the sword glinting in the torch light, the leader got on his knees and put his hands together.
"Mercy! Please!" the humanoid begged.
"Mercy? You raped my mother. Did you show her mercy?"
The werecat cringed as the blade went up to his neck
"Die."
Bringing the sword down, the leader gave one final scream..
Leaving the fort, John took the torch and tossed it into a patch of hay leading around the wooden walls "Burn in hell." the hay caught fire and traveled along the walls.
PRESENT DAY
"That was my life story." An older John said to his triplets went to bed.
"Wow, dad, you really were a killer." Trina said as she went under the covers
"Heh. That was a long time ago." John said and went to the door to turn out the light
"Hey, dad?"
"Hmm?"
"Whatever became of that wolf?"
"Come to think of it, I don't know. One minute it was there, then it was gone."
Galoko raised an eyebrow and just shrugged, going back under the bed covers. Going to bed himself, John went into the master bedroom. Ruby brought him closer to her and gave him a kiss. She was in heat, and it was time for another session.... ____________
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Oh, for a slight spoiler, Tim and I are going to work on a saga together for our stories.