Slither

The Old Nightmare.

"Have you ever seen true evil, huh kid?" the voice hissed into Jesse's ear.

Jesse squirmed in his assailant's grip, struggling weakly to gain his freedom as if it was a fleeting thought. The smaller man was pinned against the cool, rough floor of the condemned wear house where he had been drag. His arms were painfully constricted behind him, bound with tape, and an oily rag had been shoved into his mouth as a gag. There was a deep bite mark at the base of his neck that resembled a snake's bite and, in fact, it still had drops of venom seeping from it. That Venom did more to imprison Jesse then the ropes or the body that pressed into him. One simple bite had paralyzed his nerves, making moving nearly impossible and using his powers dangerous. It could have been worse though…so much worse.

Worse was having a hand spring from the shadows and grab a hold of you before you knew it was there. Worse was having snake like fangs tare into your throat and rip your jugular out. Worse was taking several gargling breaths as your life was pumped out and air was unable to relieve starving lungs. Worse were your last moments on earth watching your friend fall to your killer. Worse was lying in a cooling pool of your own blood by the wear house's entrance. Worse was what has happened to Kelly.

Panic ran through Jess as the scene replayed in slow motion in his head and guilt played at his emotions. Kelly had trusted him, had believed in his ability to protect her. Kelly had been brave enough to meet with Jesse, to tell him what the streets knew. And he had failed her.

A hiss sound reached Jesse's ear that might have been a chuckle if it had been human. "I don't like girls…only boys…no girl gets to watch me play…" the voice hissed into Jesse's ear, as if he had read his mind.

The voice paused in its' taunts to tease Jesse with quick nips to his neck and ears. Its' hand slipped up his thigh to the fly of his pants, unzipping it slowly so he could slid his hand into the opening. Its' other hand took up position in Jesse's hair, making sure to take control of Jesse's head.

Again Jesse tried to squirmed, but again it was impossible with the weight on his back and the toxin in his blood. Worse was his inability to think. The combination of teeth, tongue, and touch was wreaking havoc on his senses, dragging him closer to oblivious pleasure. Reluctant pleasure, but pleasure all the same.

His body had always been that way, hyper sensitive. It was because of his mutation and had something to do with the way phasing affected his nerves. Adam had explained it once when Jesse was younger, but what did it matter now? What did matter was that with each touch his body was getting closer and closer to the edge and soon Jesse would be beyond thinking and completely helpless.

"What's the matter kid? The voice hissed, lips pressed to Jesse's ear. "Never been kissed?"

Jesse inhaled sharply as he felt the hand on his crotch tighten and jerk. His body was quickly betraying him and Jesse felt his control slipping away. His mind was screaming louder and louder to move, to fight, to resist... But another squeeze all but silenced the screaming and Jesse felt himself start to come.

The next few hours were a blur. He vaguely remembered his pants being slid down and his shirt being torn. He remembered pain shooting through his hips and lower back and feeling It's motion as he moved in and out. He remembered when It stopped and his pants being pulled on and being turned over. He remembered a hand reaching for him through the shadows and taking a firm hold on his neck. He remembered the air being forced from his throat and the shadows engulfing him, taking him away into nothing…

"Jesse!" Shalimar called yet again, this time shaking her brother. The blond startled from his thoughts and jumped away from his sister's touch. For a moment his blue eyes darted franticly around unable to focus on anything until Shalimar's voice broke through the daze.

"Hey take it easy Jess, you're alright, it's just me…" Shalimar soothed as she slowly approached the younger man and took hold of his arms.

Jesse breathed a sigh of relief and leaned into Shalimar's hold for a moment of reassurance. "Jesus Shal, give a guy a little warning next time…" he sighed.

Shal snorted and pushed him back playfully, "I did, seven in fact, you were day dreaming or something…so what you working on?" She asked as she turned to examine the computer that Jesse was working on. On the monitor were articles of various slayings that dated back a four years. Each of the victims were males and each were strangled to death after being assaulted in someway. They were all found in an abandon building close to a forest line or over grown filed and each only had one sign of struggle, a bite mark to the back of the neck.

Shal glanced up at Jesse who had reclaimed his chair and was now sitting blank faced, watching her. The expression on her face confirmed everything Jesse had been feeling since he found the first few articles last week.

"He's back."

OOOOOOOHHHH new stroy!!!!!

Don't get to excited though, this is going to be updated slowly at first. I mean I still have three others in this section alone that i have to complet and that's not talking about the other sections I write for. So I leave you with this and the promise i will updated it after i finish at least one of he other ones.

Tye.