"My brother is a ruthless conqueror, he's destroyed planets soon after conquering them. With their citizens still on them." TazirVile said. "Surely you've read the books on him."
"Yes, Tyche and Ceres and Themis." Angel nodded her head. "I didn't know he destroyed them planets with the citizens still on it."
"Yep, even after all the destruction and horror he caused during the battles to take over the planets he still destroyed them" TazirVile nodded his head. "A lot of his wealth was gained through planetary destruction."
"From the looks of you you've had quite a history." Angel said, she pointed out from her cell. "All them scars."
She had been given back Bile when she sat down on the bench in the cell, TazirVile simply walked into the cell and handed her her baby then sat down in his chair, he didn't bother closing the cell door. She turned slightly and lifted her poncho slightly so that Bile could nurse then she burped him and he fell back to sleep. TazirVile simply sat in his chair and stared at her, he had not replaced his shirt, when she looked closer she saw faint lines, scars, on his shoulders which swept back, looking as if they joined others on his back. She looked at his arms and, besides the long scar on his left arm from the fight that had happened almost a year ago he had old scars crisscrossing over it and on the other arm as well. The man truly looked as if he had gone through a good lot of battles and fights, he had been cut up pretty badly sometime in the very far off past.
"Some from fighting." TazirVile replied. "Others from... the old man."
"Your father!" Angel exclaimed, the baby in her arms started crying and she started rocking him, he went back to sleep quickly. "I suppose your planetary conquests are less..."
"Destructive? Yes." TazirVile nodded his head. "Something of which did not make my father feel happy."
"I've noticed how you've been treated lately." Angel said, she stood up and slowly exited the cell. "Like crap."
"As always, was better until... the old man returned." TazirVile sighed.
"You give me the impression you've never been much appreciated." Angel sat down on the floor.
"I'm appreciated, just not as much as I use to be." TazirVile replied. "Did you not wonder why I took off to my place on Moas after you was captured or why your grandfather was walking around wondering what was up for a few months? He sent me mail almost every week, sometimes twice."
"DuruVile sort of disappeared after I was caught." Angel said.
"Went off to Mooshang for a short while then moved back to Gamma-Vile. Cyla moved in with him shortly afterwards. He started sending mail like crazy to my place afterwards." TazirVile replied.
"I take it your father berated you on your lifestyle and..." when TazirVile began nodding his head she looked down. "So was it a surprise that he was alive to you?"
"Thoroughly!"
TazirVile stood up and went to the back of the dungeon, when he came back he had one of the silver painted chairs that had burgundy cushions with him. He motioned for Angel to get up from the floor and she did, he placed the chair directly across from his leather one and she sat in it, he moved his chair around so that it was facing her. He was only seated for a second before getting up, he left the dungeon of his ship and was gone for a few minutes, Angel stood up and slowly walked to the door, it seemed no sooner he had gone than he returned, she ran back to the chair and sat in it just as he entered back into his dungeon.
"How do you know it was Tazir?" KurukVile asked his son.
"This sword," Master Vile tossed TazirVile's sword at his father who caught it.
KurukVile took one look at the sword and nodded his head, it was his brother's. He bent down and examined the tracks, his brother wore a size ten in dress shoes, size eleven in boots, and obviously the one that had been chasing after the group was wearing a type of dress shoe and it was a size ten. He walked over to where a majority of the tracks were and did a quick count, he saw three sets of male tracks. One male that wore a size eleven with the other two wearing a nine and a half, the other prints were female-looking and in the center were two smaller, child-like prints. They were all headed towards a path, he followed the prints and stopped before the path. The path was made of stones, all arranged going north. On impulse, he took a step forward. His foot hit up against something, a shield. He placed his hands up and placed them on the shield, he zapped it once with an energy attack then he attacked it with fire. The shield didn't break. He crouched low and placed his hand at the base of the shield, he felt the ground underneath the path and underneath the shield then he stood up.
"Ancient magic," he thought. "well, we know now that this planet is like the others in the universe. Certain parts protected by magic of the ancients."
He was walking back when he noticed an indentation in the sand, he looked like the one from the Bahariya Oasis, where his brother had been previously. He saw that his son was arguing with his father, right badly and he also noticed that his father was about to explode which was not good, he walked over and had just gotten to them when his father raised his fist and punched his son in the jaw. He shuddered, he remembered the many times his father had done that to him when he was younger. It was either a hard slap, a punch or worse, a stick or a whip. He had been a decent boy but he had had to be taken up a few times and had experienced the whip and stick his father had in his and his mother's bedroom chamber's dresser cabinet. After one or two beatings from each he had learned not to cross his father again. Regardless of the beatings and how harsh his father had been from time to time, both he and his sister's loved and respected him greatly!
"Calm down boy!" DuruVile was yelling at Master Vile. "If she's with Tazir she is safe."
"I do not trust that dweeb!" Master Vile snorted back, he was rubbing his jaw where his grandfather's fist had struck.
"Father!" Master Vile bellowed at the top of his lungs.
"I'm right here, Son." KurukVile walked up. "You got what was deserved, don't try crying on my shoulder."
"Shut up!" Master Vile shouted at him. "Get in contact with your brother, I want my daughter."
"Is this how you raised your own son, Boy?" DuruVile turned on his oldest son. "To disrespect and talk back to his elders?"
"Raised him hard and yes, I raised him to show respect." KurukVile replied. "The last fifteen thousand years have not been good on his mind, have messed him up quite a bit."
"That is sick!" DuruVile huffed, he glared at his son. "You shouldn't have disowned him in the first place! You should have put him in his place! Birth galactic conquering, it's unheard of! It's beyond tradition!"
"Yes, and I have voiced that with him plenty. I believe Tazir's ship is nearby," KurukVile said, he turned around and pointed to the east. "There's a depression in the sand that way, right deep."
TazirVile had gone off to his kitchen for a bowl of fruit, which she was now chowing down on hungrily. He was holding her baby, she had one eye on him as she ate. He was rocking Bile back and forth, and he had produced a pacifier, it had a black spider on the top with a white bottom and the rubber bubble which her son was sucking on was clear white. Bile was calm and quiet, so she wasn't much concerned at the moment, he was, after in, in the hands of a father who had a child and who had experience in handling babies. TazirVile had asked her a few questions about Atlas which she had answered truthfully, he was glad that Atlas wasn't pushing himself on her and that he was being patient, he had voiced that he was disappointed that she was, again, cheating on her father.
"I never was with him," she said after swallowing a bite of Apricot. "so how could I of cheated on him? Besides, he's my father."
"Mate," TazirVile said. "he is, after all your..."
"I don't care what the universe says I am to that man, I am not bending over to him or being his universal mate. Yuck!" Angel made face.
"He does love you lots." TazirVile sighed.
"He has a very funny way of showing it." Angel said.
She explained how her father, and grandfather, had beaten her before her father had bedded her and she had conceived the child she had gone off to Deocomos to get an abortion to get rid of. TazirVile's circular mouth dropped open when he heard that his own brother had participated in the beating and he got up fast, gasping loudly, after she explained, in full detail, how her father had been in the bed with her. When he asked to look at the scars she replied that he had had all of them lasered away after he had found her in the desert almost a year ago. He looked at her for a short while then placed his hand over his eyes and sighed loudly.
"Yes, that is a... that's the wrong way to show love." TazirVile said finally. "Much too rough! And those areas are rather delicate in a female, he should have known better than to bite them."
"You act as if you wasn't told the full details." Angel looked at her great-uncle.
"I was told you was a handful and have been giving them a go for their money but..." TazirVile stood up. "I was never told you was beaten or had hot candle wax dripped on you! Familiar torture is wrong, on all levels!"
"Don't forget the hot rod being shoved down there." Angel looked down. "That hurt!"
"I bet! What kind of whip did my brother use on you?"
"The one with razors attached to..."
"No not that one!"
TazirVile was beside himself with shock, his brother had told him part of what had happened and had completely left out the beating and the candle wax from the colored candles being dripped on his granddaughter. He knew his brother was harsh and cruel at times but to actually let his son beat his own daughter in such a way, and participate in it... he had no idea that his brother was like that! He had been beaten as a child for pidly things, a majority for not developing his powers as swiftly as his brother, for not behaving, for standing around and doing nothing, sometimes even for speaking without permission, he remembered the beating he had gotten one day by his father when he had been discovered playing in a nice mud puddle. That one had hurt and he hadn't been able to walk without a limp for weeks. KurukVile was known to carry a razor-tipped whip everywhere he went, he had heard that it was simply used to intimidate, he had never heard of his older brother actually using it though. He had a whip like the one his brother had, but it was strictly for decoration, he had never used it and he would never use it.
"A woman is the more delicate form of a man, they cannot go through the same torture that a man can." TazirVile swallowed hard. "You are right strong to of lasted through their torture."
"Was you father..." Angel gently ran her fingers over the scars on TazirVile's arms. "did he..."
"No, he disciplined but he did so normally with his female children." TazirVile replied. "His male children, specifically me, he was particularly hard on. Rough with."
"So, my grandfather has scars on his body like you do?" Angel asked, she didn't give her great-uncle a chance to answer, she stood up and asked for TazirVile to do the same, after a few second pause he complied with her request.
TazirVile stood still and silent as she ran her hands over him, she noticed that he had a scar just under his naval, a long, thin scar on his stomach that swept down towards his hip. That was the only scar on his stomach, the rest of the scars on his body were on his back and arms. When she started walking around him, she saw the full extent of his scarring. It was horrible! The man really looked as if he had been thrown into a thorny bush that had razor wire in it! Fine light blue lines crisscrossed all over his back, some dropped underneath his belt line while others simply stopped. She stretched her hand forward and touched one of the scars, she wondered if the scars were real or just fakes, something to make her feel sorry and become off guard. TazirVile looked back when he felt her fingers rub up against his back, the scars were real, all of them. His arms were full of scars, it looked as if he had been forced to wear a ring of thorns on his arms and then had the thorny ring pulled back fast, each scar was jagged.
"Daggone Taz!" she exclaimed.
"Yep, I have more they're just hidden." TazirVile replied, when she came around to his front he gently handed Bile over to her. "Bile's a nice name for him."
"I don't mean to offend but, Vlorben didn't much appeal to me." Angel patted her great-uncle's arm. "Sorry."
"None taken."
"I sort of thought about, you know keeping up with the naming since my father was named Vile and he gave my "older" siblings names of disgust or... you know." Angel shrugged her shoulders. "I don't plan on having another by my father."
"You might not have a choice on that one." TazirVile shook his head. "You are, after all and unfortunately so, his universal mate."
"I haven't had them pains for months now."
"They'll return shortly, they always do. Sadly." TazirVile sighed.
"Tazir!" the faint then growing louder voice of KurukVile Surfeit drifted into the dungeon. "Brother, can you hear me?"
TazirVile stood still for a second then he grabbed Angel's arm and pulled her with him to the back of his dungeon room. He pushed her down underneath the long stone table and told her to be quiet. He next grabbed his shirt and threw it over her and the baby. She kept her attentions on her baby, on keeping him quiet, her ears, though, caught a heated conversation. He grandfather obviously wasn't in the ship, he was projecting his image on a cloud to his brother and was speaking in a rather hard, angry and demanding.
"If you have my granddaughter you'd better lower your force field and hand her over." KurukVile said to his brother.
"I do not have your granddaughter." TazirVile said, he had seated himself in his leather chair.
"Really, then how come there are shoe prints all around here of yours following a group of humans and your sword and long knife?" KurukVile sniffed. "You think I'm stupid, Brother? Size ten shoe prints of the shoe you wear and your sword and long knife in the area, you have her."
"Had, past tense." TazirVile replied, he was talking calmly. "Another group came out and attacked me, had to let her go."
"Bullshit!" KurukVile yelled loudly. "There are prints running from you, not towards you. Where is she? Did she have the baby?"
"I do not have her." TazirVile replied.
KurukVile was about to say more when suddenly he was pushed out of the clouded image and their father came into view. He quickly glanced at the table and saw that Angel was still there, she had remained quiet this entire time and he was glad, he had no intention at the moment to hand her over. He had wanted to capture her and hand her over soon after to get some respect but after finding out the torture that she had gone through, the horrid torture his own brother had participated in and the torture she had gone through in the marital bed, he wasn't handing her over any time soon. He had his morals, he believed a woman should be treated kindly and gently and if a fight did happen it should only be a vocal one and never involve physical abuse, he hadn't used abuse on Bespe, his ex-wife, and he wouldn't use it on any other female, regardless of how defiant or disrespectful she was.
"Young man, I've had just about enough of this attitude you've been harboring lately." DuruVile said to his youngest son. "If you have Angel, bring her outside of your ship and hand her over. She is not your daughter and she is no concern to you."
"I do not have her!" TazirVile said sharply, he then calmed down slightly. "And if I did, I wouldn't hand her over at the moment. Not until she gets treated according to her sex."
"Did he just say he wasn't going to hand her over?" KurukVile's angry voice cut in.
"That girl gets what comes to her by her actions, Young Man." DuruVile dismissed his oldest son's angry blasts.
"A whip that holds razors on the ends of the straps?" TazirVile sat up straight.
"She got what she deserved!" KurukVile exploded. "She kidnapped my wife and daughter, she's injured my..."
"You're about to experience a whip twice as worse, Young Man." DuruVile's face was hard and angry, his green eyes glowed brilliantly with his anger.
"I am a grown man!" TazirVile shouted, suddenly very upset and angry.
"You are a disappointment!" DuruVile exploded. "All you're life, you've been nothing but a disappointment! You're weak, disrespectful, snobby, you think you know it all and..."
"I don't give a damn!" TazirVile yelled. "I am who I am, deal with it."
"That so?" DuruVile was now huffing and puffing. "We'll see how you act when we burst into your ship."
A large explosion made Bile start crying just before the conversation between TazirVile and his brother and father ended their conversation, TazirVile's ship rocked for a full fifteen seconds then went silent, TazirVile jumped up from his leather chair and ran over to the table she was hiding underneath, he grabbed her by her arm and pulled her out from it. He ran from his dungeon with her following behind him. The butlers and maids in his ship were all running down the hall, away from the hatch which was sparking. TazirVile placed his hands on the hatch then pulled them away, he then threw his arms forward, his hands swung and he splashed the hatch with white acid which, to her extreme surprise, he froze. The sparks stopped and he moved off, he gently grabbed her arm and pulled her down the hallway, Bile had stopped crying only moments before.
"Homsi!" TazirVile yelled. "Distract my family long enough for me to get her out of here, say nothing about her got me?"
Yes, Master Tazir." Homsi bowed, he had been running past TazirVile when he had been given the order.
DuruVile hadn't lifted a finger to deflate the force field around his second son's ship, he had simply looked at it and the whole of the ship had become engulfed in purple flames. A loud and deafening explosion had occurred soon afterwards casting a large amount of gold sparks out then the KiSku came into view. Master Vile had wasted no time in racing up the ramp to the hatchway, he had somehow inserted his fingers into the grooves and was working on getting the hatchway opened. A shower of sparks had just sprayed out onto him when suddenly he pulled back in pain, his fingers smoking. He shook his fingers then went back in, DuruVile and KurukVile, now up on the ramp behind Master Vile, watched in stunned disbelief as Master Vile, roaring out as he strained his muscles to their utmost strength, forced the hatchway open. His black robe was smoking and KurukVile quickly patted an area that had started flaming.
"Where is your master?" Master Vile asked a short brown skinned Goblin wearing a black tuxedo who had just run up.
TazirVile was running up ahead, gracefully, almost looking as if he would start flying, he'd look back every few seconds to see if she was following. She put on a burst of speed, holding onto her baby as if he was a football, and caught up to him. He glanced at her quickly, shocked at her being able to catch up, then continued. She had been one of the fastest runners at Pronghorn Academy of Sorcery and Magic, always in front, and obviously, she had inherited her speed and stamina from her father who had also been top of his running class. It seemed like forever before TazirVile pulled ahead of her and turned left, when she followed she saw that he was stopped at a door. He flipped the latch up quickly and pulled the door open, she quickly shielded her eyes from the sun that seeped in.
"You can freeze yah-..." she started to say.
"You take off and head towards the path that is west of here!" TazirVile said to her loudly. "It's an ancient path, no one will touch you there. Travel it until you find that man and stay with him! Don't let me see you for a while, got me?"
"Uhhhh..." Angel blinked her eyes, she was confused. "oh-kay, uh, see you on the flip side then."
She took off, partially blinded by the sun's glaring rays for a short few minutes, and went towards the path, she knew what it was and where it would take her. When she looked back she saw that the second exit was situated at the base of her great-uncle's ship, it was obviously there in case the hatchway located in the front of the ship which was five feet above ground was down or the ship had been invaded. The door was swung shut and she heard a latch being thrown. She turned back and ran to the path, she nearly tripped twice then regained her footing. When she reached the path she looked back, she gasped in horror when she saw TazirVile being thrown from his ship. Although she wanted to go back and help she remembered what her great-uncle had told her and walked on, behind her she heard her father, grandfather and great-grandfather yelling and she heard her great-uncle yelling back, she wasn't sure but she thought she heard a series of cracks.
Atlas had gone back for his fighting men, he had grabbed his laser gun and he had grabbed his ancient holster and placed his Beretta M951 pistol inside it. He'd use the pistol if he had to, he was mainly going to use his sword, he had already given his son back his sword. Once he was equipped he jumped up on his horse, Al-A Shab, and raced towards the tunnel, his men following in his wake. Once outside he pulled his black facial veil up over his lower face and settled in for a hard run. Julius was with the group, Hannibal had been ordered to stay at the stronghold. The group of fifty well armed, trained and experienced men raced across the desert sand on finely sleek, fast and well-trained bays, sorrels, grays and black horses, both stallions and mares. When the group ran over a dune their leader raised his hand, each man reined their horse to a stop.
"I'll be damned!" Julius said, his bay horse chomped at the bit and pawed at the sand. "She got away?"
She was running on the path, constantly looking over her shoulder, when Atlas saw her he kicked his horse into a hard run and cut the distance fast. Angel swung her hand up and, not knowing that it was Atlas, the facial veil hid his lower face well, she made a slab of Earth rise up from the sand. The sleek and well muscled gray stallion rose up on his hind legs then came down, his rider dismounted and walked over to her, she had formed a sand-pike over her hand, she held it out shakily, the tip glistened twice in the sun. Atlas slowly removed his facial veil and Angel, with a deep sigh, let the sand-pike go, sand flowed back to her wrist then dropped and collected on the path she was on.
"Cahm yehself, I's not gonna hut yeh." Atlas walked forward.
"Nice of you to show up, what's it been? Twenty, thirty minutes?" Angel snapped.
"I gots heh the fahstest I could, Angel." Atlas looked at her hard, his brown eyes had a sparkle in them. "Yeh hut?"
"No, but I think someone else is at the moment." Angel sighed. "Tazir let me go."
Atlas touched her elbow and she walked by him, he helped her up onto the back of his horse then he swung up behind her. He wrapped his long legs around Al-A Shab's middle and pulled the horse's head to the side, Al-A Shab snorted but he moved. He had his horse trot back to the group then he stopped. His men turned around and went back the way they had came, he rode in the center of the group with Angel until they reached the underground tunnel then he went to the front. Her patience was nearing the end of the line as she was pushed into his palace, Atlas locked her and Bile in his bedroom chamber then went back to tend to his horse. She walked over to the crib and placed Bile inside, her young son had cried a few times during her run from TazirVile's ship, he had grown silent after ten minutes of her walking the path though.
"Baby boy," she said to her son. "I think you and I both need a nap."
When she had gone to sleep the room had been lit up, with just her and Bile in it. When she woke up a few hours later feeling the weight of an arm around her middle, she slowly sat up and tried to move the arm off of her but found that it wouldn't budge, she looked back and saw that Atlas was awake. She had had a troubled sleep, wondering and somewhat worrying about TazirVile. With a sigh she turned around and faced Atlas, he touched his nose to hers then came in for a kiss which she pulled back to avoid, that made him snort once. He released his arm and brought it up to her face where he brushed back a lock of her hair then he came in again, she pulled her head up and his lips pressed up against her throat. He kissed her three more times on her throat then went down and started kissing one of her breasts. He pulled her in and held her close, with his hand he grabbed her leg and swung it around himself. Angel pushed him back and tried to sit up, Atlas held her tigher.
"Atlas, stop." Angel said finally.
"Yeh no I's not gonna hut yeh." Atlas replied, he pulled his head up and looked her in the eye. "What's wrong?"
"I was wondering if any of my stuff survived in Angel Grove." Angel said. "You know, when I and Dione fought my apartment there exploded. I wonder if any of my stuff, my sword and books, survived the explosion."
"I no no, dey prahbahly been burnt." Atlas kissed her cheek quickly.
"Do you mind if I leave Bile here with you so I can go find out?" Angel asked, she then came in and nuzzled against Atlas. "There was a book in my stuff which I'm most curious about. That I'd like to see."
"What book be dat?" Atlas ran his hands over her back.
"The Chronicle of the Surfeit." Angel looked up. "A book on my grandfather's side of the family."
"Why yeh want to read dat?" Atlas gave her a funny look.
"There's something odd going on about Tazir," Angel replied.
Angel explained how TazirVile had reacted when she had told him how his brother and her father, his nephew, had treated her and how his brother had used his razor whip on her then she told of the verbal fight that TazirVile had had with his father and brother and how his father had threatened to use a whip twice as bad as the razor whip that his brother had used on her on him. Atlas was silent throughout her talking then he released her and slowly sat up on his bed. He ran his hand over his face then pulled it back over his head, messing his hair up some. It was a few minutes before he said anything.
"I like yeh bein' heh with me, Angel." Atlas sighed. "I gives yeh two days den yeh be back heh. Got me?"
"You'll watch Bile?" Angel asked him, she slid over close and placed his hands on his biceps.
"Yis." Atlas nodded his head. "Yeh go, be back soon yeh heh!"
"Thank you Attie." Angel hugged him then got up and ran out from his bedroom chamber. She stopped at the courtyard and teleported to Angrol Grove.
He got up from his bed slowly after hearing the knocking, a series of five ratta-tap-taps on his door that started slow then got fast. At first, he had thought it was one of the neighborhood kids, out having fun now that the curfew that Master Vile had initiated was abolished but after another round of knocks he stood up. He wandered around sleepily, he kicked back a pizza box and an empty box of Heineken. When he got to his apartments door he nonchalantly picked the seat of his boxers out of his rear then swung the chain from the hook on the wall and unlocked the door. When he opened his door he was met with the sour smell of a morning that had just experienced a rainy moment, it had been raining on and off all night long and now that it was morning, and with Spring just around the corner, the rain was really making them Springy smells go all over the place. At first he didn't notice her standing over on the railing on the catwalk, his apartment was on the second floor. When his eyes focused and he saw her he backed away fast, he grabbed a shirt which was nearby and placed it around his middle then motioned for her to come in, his voice was still clouded with sleep.
"Bachelors apartment or just letting yourself go?" Angel asked when she looked around at the living room of Lieutenant Charles Rollins' apartment.
"Wild night." Lieutenant Rollins replied.
He cleaned up while he was pulling up a pair of khakis, he crumbled up the pizza boxes and he placed the Heineken box on his trashcan. There were bottles strewn all around, little green glass bottles of Heineken which were as dry as the desert, he picked each up and threw them into a plastic bag then he picked up the paper plates and cups and placed them in the plastic bag. He emptied each ashtray of its buds then took them to the kitchen. Yes, it had been a wild night of drinking, smoking and joking around, it had been a good night and he really had to thank Angel Irene for it. He had seen his little party as a late New Years eve Party, no one had been able to celebrate New Years because of Master Vile and his curfew. Everyone had stayed at home, gone to bed early and had gotten up and gone off to work in the morning. He was just zipping his pants up when he heard Angel clear her throat, he turned around to see her holding up, the nozzle in between her fingers, a bong. Yes, last night had also had its going all out party moments and he had sunk almost $400 in getting the best weed available for him and his little party members. He walked over and took the bong, his face beet red with embarrassment.
"Let me do a quick..." he started to say then he felt it coming up and he ran to his bathroom and vomited in the toilet everything he had eaten and drank during the night.
"Oh please, take your time." Angel called out. "Glad it's you doing that and not me, I've had enough puking to last a lifetime."
When he was done puking he went and sat down on his just cleaned up couch, Angel went to his kitchen, se returned with a bowl of water, she walked around him and stood by his head. He was wondering what she was about to do, he heard her touch the water in the bowl and then he became clear, he felt as if something was being taken out of him, like his body was being cleaned of all of the nights happy activities, the beer and cigarette and weed consumption. Oh boy, had it ever been a night! He reached his hands back and found that her hands were placed on either side of his head, they were just there, holding his head. He was about to ask what she was doing when he suddenly felt the last drop of alcohol in his body disappear, his mind cleared fully and he became fully sober.
"Don't mention it." Angel said, she had been trained to heal by using her water abilities and she had just used that training to assist in making Lieutenant Rollins sober. "You should be careful, the hospital is on the other side of Angel Grove, a long ambulance drive from here."
"Glad to see you." Lieutenant Rollins said, he looked back and saw her taking the bowl of now brown water to the kitchen. He heard her dump the brown water in his sink then rinse the sink out. "That man decide to give you a little you time?"
"For only two days." Angel replied, she walked back into Lieutenant Rollins' living room. "I'll miss Bile during my two days of freedom but I do need some time to myself. Going stir crazy."
"Two days is not enough time for you to have some time to yourself." Lieutenant Rollins leaned back on his couch. "How old is he?"
"A month and two weeks." Angel replied, she automatically knew that Lieutenant Rollins was asking about her baby.
"And you've just now decided to hit the town." Lieutenant Rollins laughed lightly. "Want a beer?"
"No thanks." Angel ran her hand under her chin. "Not good for the baby."
Lieutenant Rollins, a five foot nine-inch man in his late twenties with short brown hair and blue eyes, crossed one leg over the other playfully, he stared at Angel Irene intently, only taking in half of what she was saying. Deep inside he had grown a slight crush on the girl, and he never missed a chance to check her out. Her outfit was enough to give the seat of his pants a jump in size, she was wearing a red bra piece that had little silver coins hanging down from it and a low cut loincloth of red that had red tassels hanging down from it and little coins hung down from the waistband, one her feet were red sandals. She had been wearing a red shawl when she had stepped into his apartment but the shawl was now lying on the arm of his couch, when she sat down the back of her loincloth, which was shorter than the front, pulled up, he saw her right butt cheek and that was enough for him to place his hand on his crotch. Angel Irene did not look as if she had had a baby recently, she was back to her finely curved, petite figure and was carrying around a nice amount of muscle on her stomach, ribs and upper legs, her arms nad lower legs were slender. Her breasts might be a size bigger but he was fine with that, he was one that liked a big breasted woman and Angel Irene was carrying around some nicely round and decently sized breasts. Some of her fiery red hair had been braided and had little silver coins in it, most of it though hung down loosely, naturally. Her emerald-green eyes shone brilliantly, the golden-yellow ring around her black pupils gave her an exotic look.
"So, do you know if anything was salvaged where my apartment use to be?" Angel finally asked.
"What?" Lieutenant Rollins replied. "Sorry, what, it's early morning and I..."
"You was ogling the goods." Angel rolled her eyes. "Typical male, I need to get something on that covers my body here soon."
"How about me?" Lieutenant Rollins winked.
"Very funny!" Angel snickered. "Was anything found near my apartment that was mine? Swords... a book or two or anything?"
He got up from the couch and went around Angel, he glanced down twice, taking a quick look down her bra piece, then went to his hallway closet. When the clean-up had happened a few of her items had been found intact. Three swords, a mirror and a pile of books and a ring. He had asked the mayor for the items, saying that he was a personal friend of Angel Irene's and that when she came back she'd be asking him for the items. They had been placed in a box and handed over and he had kept them in his closet ever since. Some of the books had been burned, some didn't have covers while others had half a cover on them, only one had its full cover and that was the book titled The Vile. He picked the box up and carried it back to his living room, he slowed down only long enough to again look down Angel's bra piece then walked in front of her and placed the box down on his coffee table.
"How does that guy, Atlas is it?, stand being around you in that get-up?" Lieutenant Rollins asked after he sat down. "Surely you have a chore of keeping him off of you."
"He's respectful when I'm carrying or, it seems, have a baby." Angel replied, she opened the box on the coffee table. "But I see it in his eyes that it won't be long before I have to carry a riding crop with me at all times. Horny son of a bitch!"
"Still have that harem?" Lieutenant Rollins snickered when he remembered that Atlas had a harem, he couldn't find himself having one. One woman was enough for him.
"Yep, everyone intact." Angel replied. "Ah! The book I was wanting to see is still around!"
The cover flap was burnt half off but the pages were fully intact and she was glad for that! She turned to the back of the book and ran her finger down the index. She found that there was only a small chapter of forty pages on TazirVile and she quickly turned to it. She read the first page then looked up, she marked the page then stood up and went to Lieutenant Rollins' bedroom. She took out a pair of her friends pants and one of his shirts and placed them on, she grabbed a belt that was lying on the bedpost and tightened it almost to the last hole before walking out. When Lieutenant Rollins saw her in his clothes he started laughing, he placed his hands over his eyes.
"How about I give you some money and you go get some clothes?" Lieutenant Rollins proposed to her. "That way you don't look like a tomboy."
"Fuck you, Charles." Angel snickered. "I'll pay you back."
"No need, just don't want you walking around looking sloppy."
She was given $40 and went out and bought a low cut red blouse and a pair of blue jeans, a pair of underwear and a bra, the last thing she bought for herself was a pair of tennis shoes and some white socks. When she returned to Lieutenant Rollins' apartment she tossed him his shirt, pants and belt then sat down on his couch and resumed reading. Lieutenant Rollins made breakfast, honey pancakes and bacon, while she read. To her surprise, The Chronicle of the Surfeit didn't have much on TazirVile. She started reading out loud what she was reading.
"TazirVile Surfeit was the first child, and the second son, born to DuruVile Surfeit through his third wife, Ashaklar, who was born on the planet Zeta Ren in the Zeta Riticuli system. TazirVile's upbringing was much different than his older half-brother, KurukVile Surfeit, and he had a whole new set of powers to him which took a short while to be realized. TazirVile also had a different education, not only attending Pronghorn Academy of Sorcery and Magic but also Shlane's Academy, University of Telepathy and Zeta Ren's School of Hard Knots. Besides those schools he also attended The School of Gray, The University of Power and for one thousand years he also attended The Academy of Evil.
TazirVile is know as the conqueror of the Vaisha Galaxy, the galaxy that made him extremely wealthy and gave him a name for himself, and he has conquered a few planets in the Andromeda Galaxy, the galaxy of which he is still working on. Unlike his older half-brother, he does not know how to use any of the elemental powers or abilities but he is very knowledgeable and gifted in the art of using his acidic powers. TazirVile is also very well trained in telepathy, Telekinesis, he can manipulate electricity and is an excellent wielder of the energy powers. Besides his powers he is an excellent swordsman and a great combat fighter, during the fight of Caicla he took to the front of his army and fought with them, a feat which made many armies in the Vaisha Galaxy tremble, he felled half of the opposing army before his army got to the fight. He can also warp time and reality to perfection! For one thousand years he was married to the lovely Bespe, a pure blood Zetakin. With Bespe he has a three hundred year old daughter named EshalVile."
That was all there was that was written on her grandfather's brother, a short chapter. There were a few photographs of TazirVile fighting, he looked spectacular and very strong in each photograph! The one of him attacking the forces on Caicla she had to look at twice, she would have thought that the photograph was of a different being if not for the goggled glasses and the tuxedo pants, he was wearing a wrist band that was connected to a shoulder band that wrapped around his chest, he was holding two swords in his hands and had a mean look to his face. The chapter listed exactly how many planets her great-uncle had under his power, just over a hundred and fifty, and most of them from the Vaisha Galaxy, in total he had under his control forty-three planets in the Andromeda Galaxy.
"A large chapter written on my grandfather and such a short one written on his brother." Angel leaned back and sighed. "Nice."
"Don't you just love how that happens?" Lieutenant Rollins said, he handed a plate of pancakes and bacon to Angel. "The older brother always gets more attention." he took a bite of his pancake. "Except from the people that he knows and is in contact with. I bet there's a large chapter written on him on that Zeta Ren planet and on the planets he has control of."
"I wonder if his mother is still around." Angel said blankly.
"Probably is." Lieutenant Rollins said, he then looked up sharply and took note of the look on Angel's face. "Oh no! No, you are not thinking about..."
"Going on a field trip to see his dear ol' mama." Angel nodded her head.
"Let me finish my breakfast." Lieutenant Rollins sighed. "I'll go with."