Bloody Red Sun of Fantastic L.A. : Part II Chapter I
#12 of Bloody Red Sun of Fantastic L.A.
So I know it's been a long fucking while, since I've posted anything, sorry about that. I've been doing school and lots of other stuff, and I have just a folder of half written stuff because I can't even commit to anything at this point. But someone commented about this series and wanted to know about part 2 so here it is part 2. It's really mild and really short, but I'll have another part up soon hopefully.
All comments, and watchs, and rates are welcomed.
Hope you enjoy
-Van Rorie
Bloody Red Sun of Fantastic L.A.
Part II Chapter I
Klyzab had more machines then an android in him. Tubes snaked out of his left wrist while his right paw had something attached to it, which led out to another tube. His mouth was effectively gagged by a large plastic muzzle, with tubes from it running into his nose, and one large tube running up from his throat into it. He also had a length of tubing running from inside his genitals and out somewhere else in the mass of wires and tube on the floor.
He stared up and saw soft and white yellow lights. They felt comforting to him, as if to reassure him it was okay, to look at them. Slowly he brought up his head, and tried to look around the room. He was lying on a soft white sea of sheets, the bed upon which they rested was massive compared to him, and he thought it most have been meant to comfort a person.
The room was painted in a soft and flowing white as well, with a few monitors and things mounted at various points. The room was perfect, immaculate even, but then Klyzab saw the sum of all his fear and devastation. In a small corner of the room, and in an equally small chair, sat a very, very, large man.
He was paler white, where as his other master had been of darker skin. He was huge, but not heavy set, Klyzab estimated him to be two meters tall, and probably almost one hundred kilograms. He was dressed in a pair of white pants with no design, then an equally white shirt that was something between short and long sleeved.
The man saw Klyzab move his head, and slowly started to rise from the chair. He moved as slowly as he had sat up, and for some reason Klyzab felt somewhat comforted by his slow movements, but he was still on edge.
Klyzab knew he was in trouble, he was on furniture, something he was never supposed to be on, and to make matters worse he was in someone's bed, an offense that he knew he would be beaten severely over.
The man was almost at Klyzab now, so Klyzab started to whimper. He didn't mean to be on the bed, he had just woke up here. But he knew it wouldn't be seen that way, he was a mutt, and mutts didn't sleep on beds, only people slept on beds. He was trembling slightly now, his whimpering had increased to an audible level.
Suddenly, one of the monitors on the wall started to beep and flash and the man stopped in his travel towards Klyzab. He looked towards the flashing monitor before calmly speaking to Klyzab.
"Klyzab it's okay, you're safe now, no one is going to hurt you." He seemed to whisper quietly.
Klyzab didn't believe him however, it must be some cruel and elaborate trick. After all the large man was talking in Klyzabs own language, something that he knew no human could do. He thought they must want this large human to trick him, into admitting he was on people furniture.
In all his worry Klyzab hadn't noticed that the man had resumed his quest to reach Klyzabs bed, and was now quietly standing beside him. One of his giant hands rested on the side of the white sheets that hugged the bed. Silently creeping up to touch Klyzabs arm.
Klyzab braced for it, he knew that a struggle on his part would only serve to increase to unstoppable beating that was to come shortly.
But then something happened.
Klyzab felt the fur on his arm caressed smoothly, like his old master; Daius had done, back when everything had been okay. He was reminded them of warm fireplaces, and comfortable laps, times when the thought of death was un appealing, times when he had energy to play, to at least feel as if life, restricted though it was, was good. Klyzab stopped his whimpering, though his still trembled slightly.
"See nothing's wrong, no one is ever going to hurt you again Klyzab, I promise, I will make sure that no one ever hurts you again." The man spoke softly to him, but firm as if establishing an unbreakable oath.
They went on like that for a while, the man resting one hand on Klyzabs arm, while Klyzab tried to soak it all in. He wasn't being beaten or hurt, and yet he was on a bed. He was on a people bed, breaking one of the fundamental rules of life he had learnt. It was then that he knew the man spoke the truth. He had said he wouldn't be in trouble, and so he wasn't. Klyzab almost laughed at the thought of being allowed in a people bed.
After some time had passed the man slowly started to speak again.
"Look Klyzab I have something very important to show you, or someone very important to show you. I need you to stay calm though, no one will hurt you, but it might be a little shocking." The man said in a calm and even tone, yet there was still anxiety behind it.
Then the door to the room opened, and in stepped I someone Klyzab never expected.
In stepped -