The Door in the Mist

by Punk19

An alien-father is looking for his wife and sons, who have been missing for 1,600 years; after finally gaining the clue that he needs to find them, he finds himself having to overcome the many obstacles that try to bar his efforts in claiming them as his. Will Master Vile, the father of Angel Irene, thwart his uncle's attempts to find his daughter or will his uncle be victorious?

38. Chapter 38

The dump; it was a place where human waste products, and other items that were either dump-worthy or were not dump-worthy, were put. This place, where he and his brothers went to scavenge for things for the apartment, had the characteristic smell that would be present for a dump—at the moment, this smell was worse than the other times that he and his brothers, or just plain he, had visited the place.

Many thousands of years ago the Green River, Wyoming dump had started out as nothing more than a single pile of junk and waste-matter; as was custom, the dump had grown in size only as the ones who lived in the town that it serviced had. Naturally, the piles of junk had dropped in size during the plagues and natural disasters; they had remaining in that way for a couple of years before going back to their former sizes again.

The larger piles, that were near to where the dump's center lay, consisted of matter that was both disgusting and unusable; he and his family stirred clear of the dump's center for two reasons—the piles harbored nothing that they'd want, or be interested in, and because the smell was so revolting that it damn near made the noses on their faces want to evaporate. There were many medium-sized piles distributed beyond the larger piles; he and his brothers typically searched through the piles that were placed to the extreme outer edges of this area—the pickings were better and the smell was a little more tolerable. The smaller piles that lie beyond the medium-sized ones contained what Lazeer called their Golden Nuggets; they had so many fine things in them and, most of the time, they found something within them to take home—handbags, boots, shoes, jewelry, clothing, toys, posters, old photographs, maybe a discarded, but still useful, appliance, and, of course, game systems and their controllers and compatible games.

As was natural, anything that they found, and then desired to take home with them, was cleaned before being put to use in the apartment or being sold; their mother had a strict rule when it came to their bringing things home from the dump—it had to be cleaned and thoroughly before being allowed to take up space in the apartment.

As was the norm, there were all sorts of sticky things lying about on the dump's grounds; upon running into the area, and then taking up "residency" behind a pile of broken, cracked, and thought-to-be little use boards, he had stepped on more than enough sticky matter to make the undersides of his shoes stick to the surfaces of just about anything. He had only just made it to the dump by the skim of his teeth; getting himself hid, and then contacting his brothers—to tell them what was going on and to tell them to not go home—, had been done quickly. After his father and his blasted Goblins, granddad Cheshire, and uncle Efagti came into the place, and then started looking for him, he had turned his communicator off and then hunkered down.

Along with the many piles of junk that were in the place there was a fire pit—the caretakers of this place used their bulldozers to fill it then they simply lit a torch and then threw it in; everything that was in the pit would burn afterwards—and a slew of slime pipes—the closest one was about fifty yards from him. Lazeer pretty much called all of the slime pipes the Jolly Green Giant's Waste Hole—none of them disputed this or chided him for calling them that. While a pipe would be a better than grand thing to hide in he was not going anywhere near the slime pipes; not only would they be a tight fit for him but he'd also get covered in all sorts of green, icky, yucky waste-water that'd just about make him hurl. The board pile had been the quick alternative to his finding and then hiding in a pipe; here he was, in this nice, smelly, and sometimes offensive place, nearly on his knees, hiding being a pile of boards—all that had been stacked up nicely, with the bigger ones being placed near to the pile's bottom and the smaller sized one being on top of them.

He still had the finger knives on his index, middle, and ring fingers; they could still be used as a protective source but... but now they were one of the few protective things that he could use to keep himself safe with. Since his hunting knife had been in his bag, and since he had thrown that bag after noting that it was slowing him down, he no longer had it; it was a wild guess but he guessed that one of his father's party had come across the bag and then had a heart in sending it to where all of his family's material possessions had been sent.

Wherever it was, it was of no use to him now. He couldn't run back and get his hunting knife, or his bag; he was to just have his three, remaining finger knives and his powers to rely on to get out of the present situation in, hopefully, one piece.

"Sir, we haven't found a trace of him on the east-side of this location." he heard a nearby Goblin say to his father.

"I want this whole place double, triple, and then quadruple checked until he is found." he heard his father say. "Leave no stone unturned, got me?"

"Yessir,"

Leave no stone unturned? Oh shit, if that meant what he thought it meant then he was in for some deep trouble here and soon. Were they really going to start looking through the piles to see if he was in them or were they just going to look around the piles to see if he was hiding behind them?

Due to the dump's periphery fence being directly behind him he had very little space to move around in; while he could take advantage of the fence by climbing it he didn't dare want to try it—his father, or one of his Goblins, or granddad Cheshire or uncle Efagti, would see him and then rush over to either prevent him from escaping or use something on him that'd cripple him to a certain extent so that, when he did get on the fence's other side, he couldn't run away. He could see it now after he was caught; the Goblins would grab him, then do the yank and then drag routine as they carted him over to his father, then stand back as he was assaulted by either one of his father's hands or with his belt.

With the Goblins now seeming to be looking through the dump's various piles of junk, he looked to his immediate right; the board pile that he was hiding behind ran a span of four or so feet then, when it ended, there was nothing but space. There was nothing but good, crisp, clear distance between it and the next pile, which consisted of rotting produce and clothing items; after noting this, he decided against going in that direction. It was nearly the same scenario to his left so, if he wanted to find a new hiding place, he'd have to do some running; he might as well do some praying while he was at it that no one saw him while he chanced the act of finding himself a new hiding space.

Since he didn't know who was in the area he couldn't base his run to a new hiding space until after the area was clear; when he sprang out from behind the board pile he did so right in front of Losal, who was just a mere five or so feet from him. Losal ran after him; due to his legs having been untangled, and due to his being faster, he beat him to the nearest pile and then to the two that lay beyond it. When he reached the third pile of junk, which was about eight feet tall by ten and a half feet wide, he stopped then turned around; his remaining finger knives not only caught against Mr. Losal's chest but they also caught the bicep of the Goblin who had joined Losal in chasing him. Losal howled right after feeling his chest being ripped open while the other man made not a sound at all; another swipe with his hand, then the use of an air torrent, caused him to both yell and fall to the ground. He ran off after sweeping the second Goblin's legs out from underneath him. He ran past several piles of junk, then a dryer that was just sitting out in the open, waiting to either be given a home in one of the piles or cause certain trouble to one who wandered by it and then grew curious about it, before ducking behind a pile of old crates that had been piled up on one other.

"What happened?" TazirVile demanded after running up and then noticing that Losal was both on his knees and nearly doubled over.

"Sir, Young Master Lhaklar jumped out from behind the board pile then ran off. We ran after him; he attacked us right after we reached this location." Daosi Zultoa, a short Goblin who had dark blue skin and large, yellow eyes, said. "Mr. Khrelan got the worst of his attack, sir."

"Losal, you alright?" TazirVile asked. His chest was heavy with anger; he was wheezing and his hands were flexing and then relaxing.

"I'm..." Losal gulped, then took in a breath, then looked up. "I'm fine."

"Head back to camp," TazirVile said after doing a quick examination of his employee's wound. "That's an order."

"I'm fine, sir. Really." Losal said. "Just a scra—"

"You heard me, head back to camp!"

When he moved his shoulder, he accidentally bumped one of the crates; a chainsaw effect happened where one crate fell and then the one underneath it fell and so on and so forth. He was off right after the still-standing Goblin spotted him and then shouted out his presence. As he ran around the south side of the dump, he had two Goblins hot on his tail—one of these men was burly while the other was quite lean but both were very very fast. He put on a burst of speed; it was only after he had run around a large pile of odor-steaming stuff that he stopped and then turned around. His two Goblin followers got a surprise after they joined him on the other side of the pile; the leaner man was grabbed by the throat, and then heaved up, and then body-slammed while the other found himself being in a mini-fight with him. As the leaner bodied Goblin wheezed, and tried to gain to his feet, his companion was trying to pull his legs out from underneath him; he punched his arm down, the Goblin jumped back to avoid the fireball that had just been sent at him, then he lunged at him. This sorry sap of a Goblin, who was wearing a brown striped tuxedo, was sent flying after the ground shot up underneath him a second later.

With the two Goblins subdued, he took off around the pile; he went a distance of around an eighth of a mile before finding a building that looked like a good hiding spot. He went to it, then slammed its door shut, then latched it, then ran to the building's far back; once to the back of the building, he chanced a look at the hand that his finger knives were on. What he saw chilled him to the chore—one of the Goblins that he had just gotten through fighting had managed to evict one of his finger knives, so he now just had two to rely on to keep him safe with. With this noted, and with his body screaming for a small break, he leaned his back against the wall then dropped into a crouch; he had just sat on the building's dirt floor when his brothers pulled up in the parking lot that was beside the dump.

"Alright, Hazaar... Lazeer, you two wait here." Bile said as he undid his seatbelt then reached for the car's driver's side door handle. "I'll be back with Lhaklar in a jiff."

"Absolutely not!" Hazaar exclaimed. He undid his seatbelt then got out of the car. "I'm going with—I want to help!"

"Someone needs to stay and keep Lazeer company." Bile knew that what he had said was weak but he didn't know anything else to say in regards to his two, young brothers joining him in retrieving Lhaklar; he didn't want neither of his two, younger brothers to be hurt.

"I'll be fine—I'll be joining you two right when the sun goes into hiding." Lazeer, who was still on the floorboard of their mother's car, said. "Have fun—leave me one of them bastards please."

He hesitated; for just a second, he thought about telling Hazaar to get back in the car. The time window in helping Lhaklar out of his present situation was very small, he didn't need to be worrying about his younger brothers tagging along and he also didn't need to be worrying about Hazaar and Lazeer becoming further pawns to whatever their father had up his sleeve. For all he knew, Lhaklar might of already been caught... hell, come to think of it, his brother might just be getting ready to experience the whipping of a lifetime. The dump, both on the inside and on the outside, was quiet, which only upped his anxiety levels—was Lhaklar okay or had the chase and then capture been done?

After deciding to let Hazaar tag along with him, he went towards the fence; not only was he well-balanced but he was also in very good control of himself and, with each step that he took, his strength was shown—this was only evidenced when he leaped onto and then over the fence. Not only was he quiet when he leaped at the fence but he put very little to no effort in on his jump; he had no more placed his hands on the fence before removing them. At one second, he was on the outside of the dump and, at the next, he was inside the dump. Hazaar climbed the fence normally then, when he was at the top, he simply jumped down; once they were on the dump-side of the fence they got serious in looking for their brother.

The various piles of junk were checked; the single-placed appliance items were checked; the strewn-about buildings that they came upon were checked. They had only just gotten through checking out a line of sheds when they decided that their brother wasn't on the south-end of the dump; Bile, after this decision was made, was slow in making his way towards the dump's center. He kept himself low, which did wonders in keeping him safe from being seen from the ones that he determined were the enemy. He had only just reached the second line of junk piles that surrounded the dump's center when he came upon his adoptive father.

After uttering a single grunt, then ducking behind a pile of smelly stuff, that he determined was produce, he looked out at what was going on before him—this action of his caused him to note that he hadn't just happened on his adoptive father.

Cheshire and Efagti were standing to his far left; there were four Goblins searching the piles of junk to their immediate right and left while, standing a dozen or so yards from them, was his adoptive paternal figure. Bile, after taking all of this in, looked behind him; he saw that Hazaar was in a crouched position behind a pile of bricks that were about two to three feet to his right. With his younger brother's location noted, Bile mouthed the command for him to both keep quiet and where he was. Hazaar was just nodding his head when he turned to look at the activities that were going on before him.

"Sir, you're bleeding quite badly." Suugnor Hofnor, a Goblin who had pale green skin and eyes, and who was wearing a solid green tuxedo, said.

"So what," TazirVile returned.

"You're bleeding in several areas, sir. Maybe you should return to camp to—"

"I will only return to camp when I have my son." TazirVile said.

"Sir—"

"Look for my son!" TazirVile snapped.

"Sir..."

Kalach knew it was coming and he braced himself for it; he had never been touched by his employer—he had been reprimanded vocally but he had never been reprimanded by touch, the same went with a majority of his co-workers.

He had been told that TazirVile Surfeit only got physical when he had to—meaning when one of his employees weren't listening, or were being stubborn, or were becoming violent. Suugnor Hofnor was a young Goblin; he was newly employed, so he didn't really know anything about his employer. The man had only just graduated from Staffer's Academy before finding himself being approached by their employer; he bet that the man had done more than drop his jaw when the question of his coming to work for the man was asked—even though this had happened five years ago he still spoke of it like it had just happened yesterday. Mr. Hofnor had gotten the same education as the rest of them—he knew how to conduct himself when he disclosed his concern for their employer and he also knew how to obey and comply with the commands that were given to him by his employer; with his having the same education as all of his co-workers he should also know the signs of telling whether or not his employer was fine or not, and he should also know that what he was doing was soon to get him into a bit of hot water.

Suugnor, who, along with Daosi Zultoa, had been called in to assist them just before they had reached the dump, wasn't paying any attention to the stance of their employer at all; the man wasn't having any issues in keeping on his feet, he wasn't off-balance or slurring his speech, and he wasn't acting confused. Despite the severity of the wound that was on his left arm and leg he had good color, which was a good indicator of how well he was in regards to his present injuries. Master Tazir was fine; he may be injured, and he may be bleeding, but he was fine. Suugnor continued to disobey their employer for a few more seconds before the expected happened; a short verbal exchange occurred between their employer and he before their employer turned and then lunged at him. Kalach Speelin winced when his employer grabbed his co-worker by the throat then he winced again when the man heaved his co-worker up and then slammed him against the side of one of the trash heaps.

"You listen and you listen good you fuckin' stool pigeon," Kalach heard his employer say to his co-worker. "I gave you an order and you best damn obey it or else, I'll have my foot so far up your ass you won't be able to walk much less sit down for a week. Hearing me, or do you need the gunk drilled out from your ear canals?"

"Loud and clear, sir!" Suugnor choked.

"Good and now you note this—I don't give a rat's ass about what all injuries I have on me; my son is my worry and my priority. Got that, or do I need to write it on the flesh of your arm?"

"Loud and clear, Master Tazir." Suugnor squealed. "Crystal clear—I h-hear and comply fully with your order of not bothering you again."

"Good," TazirVile released the Goblin, who slid down the trash heap then scrambled away. "Let what just happened be a lesson to all of you! My sons are priority! My family is of intense importance to me! I'll risk every drop of blood and every shred of flesh on my body for them and, by the Gods, will I be successful in having them returned to my home."

And, with that, he went back to looking for his employer's son. Even though he was a bit unnerved by what he had just seen he wasn't about to end his loyalty to his employer or regard him in a distant way—Suugnor deserved what he had gotten and both he, his co-workers, and the men who were in his employer's military knew it. The same went with his employer's wife and sons; no loyalty would be severed on this day—he forgave Lhaklar for throwing him into that pile of brown, moldy, bacteria leaden, and overly smelly matter and he forgave his employer's wife for the altercation that she had had with several of his co-workers last month. He was still in shock over the necklace that he had seen in the pile of junk that he had landed on; a perfectly fine necklace, that looked to have diamonds on its band, had been thrown away—he had come close to both picking it up and then pocketing it after noticing it in the pile but, with a lot of restraint, he had stopped himself from doing so. He had nearly taken the necklace up for his wife; due to the rich love and respect that he had for the woman, and to his making enough money to buy her a new piece of jewelry once a week, he didn't need to be taking or even think about taking the items that had been thrown away and then carted to the dump.

As he searched for his employer's son he thought about his employer's wife. The two of them had hit it off rather well; at the time of their meeting, he had only been working for TazirVile Surfeit for a year and a few months. Instead of being mean and nasty towards her, like it was custom in his species to do with the ones that were unknown, he had just been distant with her; he had only just started being a little less distant towards her when Eldass's meeting was made. Unlike the half of his co-worker's who had followed in Eldass's and Homsi's example by placing AI on their Loyalty Papers he had waited a few hours before making the decision to pledge loyalty to her. Even though her name had been placed on his papers, and even though he had pledged his loyalty to her, he had still been distant with her and he had still not given her his trust.

In contrast to his pledge to Mistress Angel, it had taken him all of six months before placing TS on his Loyalty Papers; he had gotten to know his employer some and, at the time of his loyalty pledging, he had started regarding him as a good, respectable man. His employer was not like that mad-man—TrobrencusVile Bloym Surfeit. No canes were used in an attempt to make his presence seem more important; no canes were used against the ones who worked for him; no fear was instilled on the ones who worked for him; and no abuse was given out. In his eyes, Mistress Angel was much like her husband; not only was she very resourceful of the things around her but she was also very nice and respectful. He had turned into being one of her most trusted Goblins at around year ten of his working for both her and her husband; even though his brother and she were on good terms he wasn't regarded as one within her circle. A sort of talk had been done between the two of them after he had been appointed as one within her circle; it had been mutually decided that Abevo would remain a simple employee and Mistress Angel would remain as being their employer's wife.

"Pardon if I offend but you wouldn't by any chance be related to Homsi would you?" he recalled his employer's wife asking him one day about a week or so after Lhaklar's seventh birthday was celebrated.

Instead of putting the question off, or answering with a 'tude, he had answered what had been asked of him nicely and quickly; while he had been fast in telling her the difference between his family and the Modulavich's he had been slow in telling her his life's history.

There was no familial relationship between he and Homsi Modulavich; he came from the Speelin family, who were typically hired to work for folk who were of the lesser affluent sort, while Homsi was from a family that was known to be employed by people of middle to high affluency. In regards to the Modulavich's, the Speelin's were less regarded by the more affluent families who were looking for employees to work their homes or businesses. Up to being employed by TazirVile Surfeit he hadn't known a thing about Homsi Modulavich; he thought that the man was very loyal, and hard-working, and he also thought that he was respectful and polite. He and Homsi, after working around one another for a while, and after getting to know one another real good, had become friends at around year five of his working for TazirVile Lajoshu Surfeit.

After telling the woman this he had told her that he had a wife and a daughter; his mouth had been sealed right after this had been spoken of. He had decided to wait and see if she'd keep what he had told her to herself before telling her more on himself. Two weeks after telling his Mistress the history of his and Homsi's families, and about him having a wife and a daughter, he had decided to tell her a little more about himself.

He had three other siblings—two older sisters, who, while having gone to Staffer's Academy, had dropped out of Staffer's Academy to have families with the slum-bums that they had taken on to be their partners, and an older brother, who had dropped out of school after getting hooked on drugs. His two sisters were now single parents—their partners had up and left them right after the kids had started walking—and his brother had let the drugs take him. Bjorglo wasn't only still on his drugs but he also had no ambition or drive to do anything; all he did was sit and get drunk, or high, and then count the invisible sheep and wolves that appeared on the walls of his one-room apartment.

He and Abevo had been the only two who had stuck it through in getting an education and then in putting that education to work after being employed; Abevo had a way of being shy, and with being a bit hard to get along with, and he was a bit on the cautious side but, after a while, he was a pretty good fellow to hang around with. He was the exact opposite of his brother. After graduating from Staffer's Academy—he had graduated fifty places from being placed on the top of his graduating class while his brother had been slightly ahead of him—they had started looking for work. He and Abevo, who was five years his junior, had done an equal share of two hundred and five years at Staffer's Academy; they had gotten the standard education for a Goblin who was burly and they had also gotten the usual education that was given to a Goblin who possessed any of the other known body types out there. Even though they had graduated at the same time it had been his brother who had been employed first; Abevo had been approached, and then interviewed, and then hired by a woman who bred, raised, and then raced horses—this woman had owned a large quantity of land and she had been looking for people to work that land, and its many horses, and she had picked Abevo to be one of them people. As fate would have it, Abevo had left his life, and had gone overseas, about five months after graduation occurred.

He and Abevo, being the youngest of their parents' offspring—Bjorglo was a hundred and thirty years older than they while their sisters were a hundred and twenty and a hundred and fifteen years older than they—, had been especially close to one another when they had been kids; it had really been no surprise to anyone in their family that a sort of blood-oath had been made between them. He and his brother had swore to always stick together and, in their kid and teenage days, they had done just that; he had just about felt himself drained of energy after his brother went overseas to work for his new employer—this feeling had caused him to go into a sort of depression that had gripped him for all of a year, and that had caused him to miss out on two job opportunities. His turn in getting employed had come right after his depression was kicked to the curb.

A Norslen Axlett, a rich man who got drunk too much, and who swung both ways a little too much, had been the one to employ him; he had no more started working for the man before wanting to be rid of him and the job that he had been hired to do. Norslen came off as nice sometimes, mean at others, nasty and downright rotten at others, and he also had a tendency to flirt with his hired help. He had just one thing to thank the man for and that was his wife—Lege Sargieo was one fine Goblinette! Long, red locks of hair, that was a little stringy; a triangular-shaped face that had pretty lips, a short, thin nose, and two, light blue eyes in it; and a body to drool over... that was his wife. He had fallen for her fast; soon after meeting her he had tried to ask her out. Twice. His nerves had gotten in the way on each of them tries so, instead of asking her out, he had just sighed and then walked away. On the third attempt, he had gotten it all out; he had taken her out for a meal, and then for a leisure stroll down the beach, and then for a drive through a park, before taking her home. The real deal dating had started being done a week later; the question of her marrying him had been asked six months later. Their first child had been created on the night that the question had been popped.

Norslen Axlett, instead of being happy for him, had not been happy over the proposal or of his dating one of his co-workers. Not only had he come across the man insulting his newly made fiancée, who had become his wife two months after the question was asked, but he had also caught him trying to pull the old accidental hand-flying-towards-the pregnant-woman's-stomach thing a few times too—while both had infuriated him he had been especially infuriated by the hand flying thing. Norslen had had it out for the both of them and he had also had it out for the child that Lege had been carrying—one time, when his wife was six months pregnant, and was carrying a load of clothes down from the upstairs portion of the Axlett house, Mr. Axlett had had the nerve in trying to trip her up; he had just said oops then his foot had been stuck out then Lege, and the basket of clothing that she had been carrying, had gone flying. Their baby had very nearly been lost thanks to this event; he had confronted the man for his "oops" moment right after the event happened—a good kick in the rear had been given for his troubles, then a book had been thrown at him, then the sentence of you get your brown ass out of here and go back to work was said. The two events that happened next had sealed his fate with Norslen Axlett—not only had the man grabbed Lege, who had been seven months pregnant at the time, by the neck after she had decided to partake in taking a few minute breather but he had also tried to rape her a week later.

Lege, at the time of the raping incident, had been in the Axlett kitchen, making up a meal for one of Mr. Axlett's four kids; Mr. Axlett had come in, had noticed her, then had come up with the crazy idea of grabbing and then throwing her to the floor. A knee to the groin had stopped the attempted rape then Lege had gone running; she had quit right after this event occurred. He had gotten more than a little pissed after hearing of the event and, like any other man who's wife was just assaulted, he had intended to pay the man back for his attempt in sexually harming his wife. After doing a quick drive to the Axlett mansion, then going inside, then tracking Mr. Axlett down, he had repaid the man for his assault—like his wife before him, he had quit right after the pay-back for the attempted sexual assault was done. A charge for assault had been put on Norslen right after he had gotten home—Norslen Axlett had been arrested and then charged with domestic assault and attempted sexual abuse towards a staff members twelve hours later.

He had sued Norslen Axlett for the abuse that he and his wife had gone through; not only had he won his case but he had also gotten $3000 back—all of this had gone towards his and Lege getting a new apartment... one that was far away from the man who they had been working for. His wife had given birth to their first child a few months later; things had looked great for them at first then things had gone downhill and fast—with neither of them working, and bringing in money for the bill paying, they had started getting behind in paying their bills. He had only been able to find two jobs after the apartment was gotten and the baby was born, and both of them had required him to work for double the standard hours that one worked in and the pay from both had been pitiful.

His history telling had been put to a halt at that point; instead of telling her the rest of what had happened in his life, and about the real happenings of what happened between he, his wife, and Norslen Axlett, he had excused himself and then gone back to work. His reason in ending the telling of his history had been based off his employer's wife looking a bit too interested in what he was telling her—she had looked like a kid at story-time; she had been taking all of what he was telling her in deeply and he had grown suspicious of her doing so. He had gone back to work and, instead of speaking to her, he had been quiet around her; again, after noticing that she had spoken not a thing of what he had told her, he had decided to go on in telling her the rest of his history and to also clarify what had really happened between he, his wife, and Mr. Axlett.

"Remember how I told you that my wife and I quit our prior job after our previous employer tried the old sexual assault thing on one of us?" he had asked her.

"Yes, horrible. Glad that you beat him up." he remembered his Mistress saying.

"I did a big number on the man—I beat him up real good... but only after he raped me."

Yes, Norslen Axlett had raped him. The man had grabbed him by the arm, then had picked him up, then had thrown him against the wall of his and his wife's bedroom. He had been swimming between being conscious and unconscious at the time of his pants being undone and at the time of his being arranged in the position that the man wanted him to be in. He had only regained full consciousness after his employer had pushed his root into him—he had just about had a heart attack when this happened; not only had the man not had the opportunity to ejaculate but he had also not had a chance to protect his jaw or eye. Thanks to him, Norslen was now walking around with his left eye being half shut and with having only half a testicle.

Norslen Axlett's wife, who had taken him as being a burglar and her husband as the "house protector", had called the police right when the attempted sexual assault on him was started; he had been arrested and then carted away—the file for domestic, and then sexual, assault had been done right after he had been booked and then placed in a jail cell. He had been released, Norslen had been arrested, and then carted to the same jail, then a court hearing had been arranged. While he had won his case it had taken some time—about four months to be exact. By the time his case was won, he and his wife, and their one and a half month old child, were heavily in dept.

Instead of moving to a new apartment, and then starting a new life, they had been forced into remaining in their old one; Norslen had stalked both of them for the entire duration that the courts had been squaring off on what was to happen between the two of them—Norslen's Lover had been key-scratched to the driver's side door of his car; two of the windows of the apartment had been broken by one of Norslen's shoes, which he thrown at the apartment for no apparent reason; and the apartment had been broken into and then ransacked twice. A small firearm had been purchased after the latter occurrence happened—with things going in the direction that they had been going, he had seen the purpose of having one on hand. His little purchase had gotten him arrested again—the purchase of a firearm for his family's protection had gone against his parole; he had spent all of five days behind bars with two cell mates, who had done more than have at him during his time behind bars. His case had been pushed through a week after he had been released from jail—he thanked the Gods for this; his case had come very close to being thrown out because of his firearm purchase, parole violation, and then return to jail. In all, it had taken a week and six days for the court and jury to decide that he was to be favored instead of his former employer; he had been awarded $3000 in damages while Norslen had been required to take both alcoholic and anger restraint classes.

"My arrest record is still on my file, my Mistress. No effort on my part can get it removed—I'm a man who has a shamed history... a history which hasn't gotten past my society and has, thus, cost me several good or decent-paying jobs and which has also caused me and my wife from being able to reside in one place for long." he had said after clarifying his history. "At the time that Master Tazir came to see me, Lege and I were on the lowest of the low of the totem pole—we could barely afford a pot to piss in much less enough grub for the table to keep us, much less our young daughter, fed. If not for your husband, my wife and I might of very well of lost our little girl."

From what he had been told, it had been his brother who had gotten their employer's attention on him; Master Tazir had shown up on his and Lege's doormat one day about fifty years after his and his wife's daughter was born. Abevo, who had only just been employed by the man, had slipped their employer a piece of paper with his name on it then had said how "hard-working" and "trustworthy" he was before going on to continue with his given chores—if his brother had known that he had a shamed record he might not of done this. Master Tazir, at the time of the interview, had had a young daughter to think of and he had also had his own reputation to think of—he had not needed a man who had a shamed or questionable record working for him. The man had made the trip to the apartment, then had given the door a single knock, then had been let in; he, about an hour later, had come in to find the man sitting all cozy-like on the apartment's lone piece of furniture—a simple, old couch, that had more than enough dust both on and in it. After introductions were made the interview had been done; he and his current employer had spoken long and hard on the issue of his shamed history—all of what had happened had been told—after that interview took place. Even though the man had said that he had good credentials, and was highly interested in having him working for him, he had noted a sort of distance in his tone of voice; in all, after the man left the apartment and then returned to his own abode, it had taken two weeks before he had heard from him again.

He and Lege, and their daughter, had been moved into one of the available apartments that were located underneath his employer's house two days after he was hired to work for the man; he owed his employer a lot—if not for him he would probably be daughter-less, wife-less, and he would probably also not be walking around in the flesh. He had a better than fine job; he had better than good friends who looked past his past history; and he liked where he was in life. He and his wife had had two other children—two boys—since moving into his employer's staff's quarters and his close relationship had been rekindled with his brother. Even though he was a little on the nervous side whenever someone came up on him from behind he was still very much the same as he had been before Mr. Axlett had had his go at him—this had proved to be a very good thing because he, and Losal, had turned out to be Young Master Bile's adult "buddies"; it seemed that, whenever the two of them had turned around to see what was going on behind them, they'd fine a certain Young Bile running or ducking behind something. The youngster had been fond of being a sort of "stalker" with them and neither of them had minded that a single bit.

"Hazaar," Bile whispered lowly right when the Goblin, who he use to shadow as a youngster, turned in his direction.

"Yeah,"

"Be a good Little Brother for me and provide a distraction." Bile said.

"Wh... hell no!" Hazaar exclaimed in a whisper. "Why the hell should I?"

"Lhaklar's in that shed over there," Bile held his finger just out of view; the shed that he was pointing at had two Goblins approaching it. "Someone needs to distract the Goblins so I can go in and get him."

"And then you'll have me to save!" Hazaar whined. "That's making a new problem."

"You'll be fine, just run and they'll cha—"

"Have you forgotten that my father's in the area? So what if the Goblins chase after me! My father will probably jump out from some place or my grandfather or—"

"Do some of them fancy turns of yours—do some of them Elemental power moves that you've created." Bile said. Before anything else was said, he said, "I promise that I'll help you after I h—"

In the time that his brothers had been in the dump, he had grown tired of waiting in the car; he had decided to take advantage of the coat that he was wearing and he had chanced it in both getting out of the car and then playing fence-hop. He had volted over the fence—he had no issues or qualms over doing so; he liked jumping over fences, or climbing up and then down them—then he had run into the dump about five or so minutes after Bile and Hazaar were starting in on their search for Lhaklar. The sun had become hid after he had entered the dump so he had been allowed to run around without having anything to shield his left side with; however long he had left in doing this he didn't know and, really, he wasn't paying much attention to how much longer he had before needing to take cover again or in being fearful of the sun's rays catching his sensitive eye. He had gone in the direction that Bile and Hazaar had gone in right after getting into the dump then, after seeing where they were, and then noticing that Bile seemed right interested in the center-lying shed, he had decided to become his own Brother Saving party.

With all the Goblins running around, he was surprised that he hadn't run into one of them; he was double surprised over not encountering his father as well. After moving away from his brothers, then getting to an area where there were no Goblins wondering around, he had placed his hands on the ground to see what it was that his brother was so excited about on the shed—seeing Lhaklar, all huddled up in the shed's way back, had been enough to tell him that the shed was what he wanted to put most of his attention on. Lhaklar, during his use of his Telepathy, had looked scared to death—he didn't blame him; with there being so many Goblins running around, and with their father standing around, looking just as angry as a bull, he would probably be scared too if he had been in his shoes.

Cheshire Ubalki, his father's stepfather, and his step-grandfather, looked both serious and upset while his son, Efagti, looked a bit too calm. Most of the Goblins looked unemotional to what was going on; there were two who looked a bit perturbed by what was going on while around half of the men who were wearing army fatigues looked... hungry. If he had to pin a name to it, they looked hungry for either blood, skin, or for a fight.

After getting within good distance of the shed, he took in a deep breath then ran forward; when he was within five feet of the building he threw his arms back then, after a second or two, he drew them forward. White acid flew out from the ends of his fingers; it splashed against the side of the shed then, not one second later, exploded—his brother was exposed right when the two Goblins, who had been approaching the shed at the time of his charge and then building-based attack, noticed that he was in the area. The two Goblins opened fire on him right after seeing him progressing towards his brother; he dodged all of their energy attacks then, when he was within reach of his brother, he grabbed him. They damn near broke their necks in getting out of the area afterwards.

"Holy shit, Lazeer!" Lhaklar exclaimed. "I am damn glad to see you!"

"Same with you you ugly fuck." Lazeer replied. "Looks like you've got Goblins nipping at your heels."

"That and a very pissed off daddy."

"What'd you do to piss him off?" Lazeer asked.

"Fought him—used my finger knives on him to get away." Lhaklar replied. After going around a few piles, then hearing the footfalls of their pursuers grow faint, he held his remaining finger knives up. "He took two of them while one of the Goblins managed to slip another off."

"Damn! Well you have two left so let's use 'em."

They dodged past a trio of Goblins, then they barely managed to dodge the attacks that them Goblins sent at them, then, after seeing themselves as being at a comfortable distance from them, they ducked behind a line of old, rusty cars. They had no more released the sighs that they were holding in when they received a surprise—various ground matter fell on them after Bile and Hazaar popped up behind them on a small ground tornado. With their cover blown, they took to their heels again; their run to find a different shelter to take hold under was done at a very wrong time—the big orange star, that gave Earth both light and heat, and a decent amount of radiation, popped out from behind the clouds. While Lazeer tried to take cover under the overhanging boards of a junk pile he wasn't able to fully escape the rays that his eye was sensitive to—he screamed at the top of his lungs after the rays of the sun struck his sensitive eye then he collapsed to his knees. He had no more dropped to his knees before feeling a set of arms wrap around and then pick him up; the one who owned the arms "carried" him for a distance before finally putting him down.

He was, once again, reduced to being nothing more than a blubbering baby. Due to the sun hitting his sensitive eye, he was crying and feeling pain. His eye was throbbing—it almost felt like it wanted to go boom on him.

Once he was put down on the surface of some floor he reached for the bottle of drops that were in his front left coat pocket; he unscrewed the cap that was on the bottle then he leaned his head back. The hand that wrapped itself around his wrist a second later not only guided the bottle's end to the appropriate location but it also kept the hand that the bottle was in steady; he gave the bottle a single squeeze then, after the drops dripped into the eye that was causing him grief, he started blinking.

"You alright?" Bile asked. Lazeer had actually been left behind; after hearing the scream, then putting two-and-two together on who it had come from, he had doubled back for him. He had been shot at twice but he hadn't been worrying about being hit or about the pain that he had felt after both energy attacks had struck his backside—Lazeer, and getting him under some cover, so he could apply his eye drops, had been his priority. "Can you see?"

"Yes, thank you." Lazeer replied. After blinking his eye a few dozen times, then wiping the tears from his face, he started taking in his surroundings—Lhaklar, who was standing beside Hazaar, was about five feet to his left while Bile was right in front of him. "That's the last of them... the last of my drops. All I have left are the drops that the humans use."

"There's a large mass of clouds coming in... we're very close to the front of the dump now so—"

"Where are we?" Lazeer interrupted his oldest brother.

"In a shed—one of them leaners." Bile replied.

Either the Goblins had seen them go into the shed or the man who had adopted him had used his Telepathy to see where they were going—all of a sudden, a mighty gust caught against the shed; the shed, which wasn't very sturdy to begin with, gave a single, protesting sound before collapsing. Several boards fell on Lazeer; not only did they cause him to fall to the ground but they also covered him up. Hazaar was on his butt for only a second before regaining his feet underneath him; he and Lhaklar were the only ones to remain on their feet.

They were surrounded; a ring of Goblins were around them. Bile looked at his two brothers; he nodded his head then started sending out attacks. Ground arrows and spears were thrown out, then a slew of fire arrows were sent in their wake—four Goblins went flying right after he sent out four fire rings. Hazaar was fast in sending out a few smoke rings—these, when they touched the two Goblins that he was aiming for, exploded then sent their contactees flying. When he blew out a gust of blue air another Goblin went flying. Lhaklar made two golden air whips; he had no more started swinging them before seeing each and every one of the Goblins who had been sent flying returning. He sent two of the just-returned Goblins flying right when the burning sensation was felt on his back. After turning to see who his new attacker was, he wasn't but so surprised over seeing that his father was a mere five feet from him; he had time to yell out a warning to his brothers before finding himself flattened to his back.

"Enough of this," TazirVile Lajoshu Surfeit both thought and said after colliding with his oldest-born son.

He was mad, he was upset, and he was sick of all the running and chasing—he was going to end all of this and now. TazirVile Surfeit looked at his secondborn son right after felling his firstborn then, after swinging his arm back, and then shooting it forward, shot a small ball of clear acid at him. This acid ball not only hit his son on the leg but also exploded; Hazaar screamed his pains then dropped to his knees. With his secondborn down for the count, he turned his attention towards Bile—who, he was fast in noting, had one hell of a well-muscled body on him.

He sent out a volley of four flaming balls at the youngster, then a white lightning bolt; Bile not only caught the flaming balls but also sent them back. The white lightning ball was also caught—instead of sending it back to him he absorbed it into his body. He was gearing up to send out an acid attack when the youngster opened his mouth—the white lightning bolt that shot out of the boy's mouth not only sizzled towards him but also hit him in the side. He fell to the ground, then rolled twice, then jumped to his feet. He rolled his arms back then shot them up and then forward right after getting his feet back to being underneath him; great globs of green acid flew towards his adopted son, who wasn't able to grab or absorb this attack. When the acid globs collided with the boy's chest, they exploded—after the boy was on his knees, he tried to dis-allow the privilege of his getting back up.

A circle of vines rose up from the ground right after he raised his arm; each and every one of them wrapped around the youngster—they had no more started wrapping around him before being cast to the side. Bile, who's body had just become engulfed in flames, leaped into the sky then dipped his body low; he reacted by getting out of the way—the move that his adopted son had used was called the Body Comet move; Angel, the boy's mother, had been the one to dub it this. Once he was on solid ground, and was in control of himself again, he kicked out a strand of black acid; the strand was quickly made into a rope and then thrown towards the boy that he was fighting. Once the acid rope settled around his adopted son's body, he pulled it in tight then simply kept pressure on it. Sparks flew out as Bile both struggled against the pain that he was experiencing and fought to get free of the rope that encircled his body; he had just given the boy a little leniency by releasing the rope a tiny bit when a roar reached his ears.

When he turned to look to his left he found himself not a bit surprised in finding a mint-green Tiger, that had pine green stripes on its pelt, running towards him.

"And this is what happens when you take your eyes off of your other opponents," he chided himself after seeing his Tiger-formed son.

Lhaklar, who had taken advantage of his father's attention being absorbed in fighting off Bile, had run off more than four Goblins before deciding to change form into a Tiger; after that form had been achieved, he had roared and then leaped at his father. When his immature body struck his father's adult one, he tried his best to sink his teeth into both his father's arm and shoulder—not only did he catch air but he also felt his stomach being punched. With the attempt to take his father out by a bite to either the shoulder or arm not able to be done he started using his claws; he created many scratch-marks to his father's left side before finding himself reeling backwards. His father, who still had his brother in the rope of acid, made a similar acid rope then threw it at him right after sending him back; he wasn't able to get out of the way of the rope or prevent it from wrapping around his back left limb. The rope, acting much like a snake, coiled around his body then yanked him up; he felt the deep searing pain of his pelt, and then the flesh that lie underneath his pelt, being burned right after it did so—ten seconds of screaming happened before he lost his form. He tried to send out an acid attack of his own but his hands had been injured—each of the suction cups that were on the ends of of his fingers had slits in them; in order for him to use his Acidic powers he had to have fully intact hands so, now that his hands were injured, he couldn't use it. With the usage of that power being out, he tried to send out an energy blast; quite surprisingly, it refused to come out. The pain that he was feeling, he came to believe, was causing each and every one of his powers to not be used.

"Hang in there... Lhaklar..." Bile strained.

"Bring four sets of cuffs, now!" TazirVile shouted. "I want these two cuffed at the wrist and ankle."

Hazaar, who had been no more than a spectator during his brothers' ordeal with their father, decided to become involved after the order for four cuffs was made; he ripped his wand out from the loops of his pants then he swung it. Clouds of black were sent towards his two, rope-bound brothers; there was an explosion then Bile and Lhaklar dropped to their knees. Hazaar was fast in making his father back off and in placing himself between him and his brothers; once in position, he started to really add some strength to his attacks and wand wielding.

He sent a volley of lightning and ground attacks at his father before deciding to just use his wand to attack his father with; several blue bolts, a cloud of black—that concealed all matter of sharp instruments, from knives to needles—, and then a crackling yellow light was sent towards the man; all but the final attack sent his father reeling back. He had no more uttered a cheer before sending another attack, this one consisting of a steady breeze, that had more than enough sandy particles in it, at the man. He kept the breeze going for a few seconds before letting it go; his father had been knocked straight to his back by his latter attack—due to his desire in wanting to keep him down he made two vines rise up from the ground and then wrap around his legs. His father looked down once before making a grunting sound; he leaped to his feet then reached into the near-tattered mess that was his coat—the mostly brown-wood wand that was yanked out from the inside of his coat had a gold strand wrapped around on it. He saw that, on the wand's tip, there was a purple, clear-glass ball; underneath the clear-glass ball, embedded in one of the gold strand wraps, was a purple amethyst stone.

The wand looked as if it had cost quite a mean pretty penny; it was surely not one of them beginner wands that were given out to the kids who were sent to Pronghorn Academy of Sorcery and Magic.

"Ferrum nigra," Hazaar said. A green and blue beam of light rushed out from the end of his wand; it went right towards his father.

"Repellere," his father said. He swished his wand to the side; the beam of light that he had sent at him was cast towards the sky and then forgotten. "Locum anulum."

"Reditum!"

Hazaar yelled; the ring of smoke, that his father had just sent at him, would of made for one nasty injury if it had struck him. After the smoke ring was sent at him he decided to get down and nasty with the spells and charms that he used against his father—if his father was trying to maim him by using spells and charms that'd cause second and third degree burns, and broken bones, then it was very apparent that, at the moment, no thoughts of his being his son were being conjured upstairs.

When he flicked his wand, a stream of white rang out; he leaped up then twirled just before the white stream was evicted from the wand that he was using. Not only did the ground in front of his father explode but so, too, did the ground behind and to the sides of him; his father was giving him a fierce glare when he decided to send a gust of flames at him—the glare all but evaporated as the man yelled, and then jumped to avoid being struck by his attack. He was just gearing up to send out a spell that'd cause a vortex of black and purple water to shoot out from his wand's tip when he saw a bright flash; his father swung his wand down then, while keeping his wand pointed down at the ground, he circled around. Only after there was a ring of white around him did he stop; the wand that the man was using was shot forward after its wielder looked at him.

The ring of white shot out at him so fast that he couldn't repel it or duck to avoid it. He was sent flying back right after it collided with him; his right arm came very close to being fractured after he landed on it a few seconds later.

"Cuff him!" TazirVile yelled. "All of them—cuff them all!"

Bile struggled to his feet; the acid rope had really knocked a lot of the fight out of him. He had burn marks on his chest, arms, waist, and back—both of his hands had some of the most gnarly of cuts on them that he had ever seen! His right ankle was giving him grief as well—after being released from his adoptive father's acid rope, he had fallen on it funny. Regardless of the state of his hands, the second he was on his feet, and then moving forward, he made them into fists; he swung at the Goblins that were coming at him then he swung at the Goblins that were coming in both Lhaklar's and Hazaar's directions. Two jumped back while two more were struck and then sent reeling back; he had just grabbed a Goblin by his shoulders and then thrown him down to the ground when he felt himself being jumped on from behind. The fist that went towards Efagti missed its target by a mile; he forgot all about Efagti, who was just running in to restrain him, as he went over backwards. A whoosh of air was heard; the sound of someone wheezing was heard next. When he got up, he wasn't but so surprised over seeing that it had been Cheshire who had jumped on him and who he had just knocked the air out of—the man, while also working on gaining his wind again, was giving him one of the most bewildered, offended looks that he had ever seen. He shrugged his shoulders then went back to defending both himself and his incapacitated brothers.

When he saw that Lhaklar had two Goblins on him, he rushed forward; he grabbed both by the shoulders then banged them into each other. He had just grabbed his brother by his arm when his legs were ripped out from underneath him—both he and Lhaklar went down at once; his brother might not of meant it but he took the fight right out of him. When he and his brother collapsed on one another, one of his brother's legs was shot up—the knee to the groin had, once again, won.

He was grabbed not a second later; a Goblin cuffed his hands behind his back while another cuffed his ankles together. Two more Goblins were cuffing Lhaklar's hands and ankles; when he looked to the side, he saw that Hazaar had already been restrained.

"Should we search them, sir?" a Goblin, who had blackish-brown skin, and sea-green eyes, and who was wearing army fatigues, asked. The man who was his adoptive father, but his brothers' actual father, was walking up.

"Yes—remove everything that you find on their persons." their father replied. "I want all of them to be removed from the area afterwards—all are to be put in a room; I want five of my staff to guard the door to that room. Hear me?"

"Yessir," the Goblins all replied.

"Sir, there was another with them." a brown-skinned Goblin, who had a large nose and a very wrinkled brow, said.

"Oh really, what'd he look like?" TazirVile demanded to know.

"Uhhh... he had periwinkle blue colored skin and—"

"Find and then bring him to me."

When this order was made, they were all laughing inside; the sun had just become hidden behind a cluster of clouds and where was their father standing? Why, right near the remains of the leaning shed that they had been in about five or so minutes ago.

Lazeer, as if on cue, leaped up from under the debris then swung his fist. TazirVile, who had no idea that he was standing near the youngster, yelled in surprise after the punch was felt. Lazeer swung his fists hard; he threw everything that he had into the man who he had been silently watching these past seven minutes. Thanks to the coating of acid that he wore on his fists, the man's near-tattered coat became nothing more than the tattered remains that maybe a hobo would be interested in wearing. He ran the man off a few feet before backing off; the thought of his going for his wand was done before he decided to just rely on his physical strengths to fight off his opponent—this decision was no more decided before he found himself being rushed at. He dodged left at just the right second to avoid being tackled then he combined his hands to make a big fist; when he swung, he timed it just right so it'd land on the small of the back of his opponent. His opponent yelled for only a second before reeling around; it was at this moment when he felt the man's fury.

His father landed left's and right's to his face, chest, and stomach; he tried to kick him as well—while he managed to absorb some of his punches he was able to completely dodge the kick. It took him a few seconds before getting back in the groove of fighting; he threw a few punches, then a single kick, then he decided to do the punch and then run maneuver. He swung his fists at his father twice, then ran back two steps, then lunged back in; the man was strong, he could take a punch, but he did have his weak areas—his sides seemed to be giving him grief and he seemed to not be very well balanced. Just as he swung his fist to land another blow on his father's face he felt his feet being yank out from underneath of him. Once down, he looked back; the Goblin who had him by the legs leaped back to avoid the golden fire blast that he had just sent his way. With the Goblin off of him, Lazeer rolled over then jumped to his feet.

Two minutes had passed; he had been keeping time. He knew that he had little time before his window of being able to be out and in the open would be closed. With no goggled glass to protect his sensitive eye from the sun's rays, and with no P.S.E specialty drops on him to fight off the pain that occurred after his eye was effected by the sun's rays, he'd be a sitting goose in nothing flat if he was caught out and in the open when the sun came out. Judging by how the clouds were looking, he guessed that he had another minute or two to go before the sun would be out again.

Just before the sun left its cloud cover, he decided to try to take his father out by using one of his weakness. With a yell, Lazeer ran forward. His body met his father's with a meaty thwack; while his father wrapped him up, and then tried to tie him into submission, he reached up and then grabbed the elastic band that was around his head. His father released his hold on him just as he started to tear his goggled glasses off of him. He had just yanked the specks off his father's face when the sun came out. His father shrieked at the top of his lungs just as he did but there was a big difference—his father was grabbing at both of his unprotected eyes while he was grabbing at just one.

Lazeer fought the pain; it hurt, yes... it felt like a raging volcano was erupting in his eye... he felt as if his eye was being assaulted by real spicy hot sauce... oh shit, it just plain hurt him! Using just about all of the resolve that he had to him, he fought it off then charged at the man who was now blind; he landed blow after blow on the man right after colliding with him. He drove him back some before delivering the blow that caused him to go flat to his back; with the man down for the count, he turned and then went towards his brothers.

"Forget me! Take that little twerp!"

The Goblins attacked from all directions; Bile yelled at the top of his lungs while Lhaklar and Hazaar lunged forward. All three of them tried to burn the cuffs that bound them—all this did was cause sparks to fly and them to scream from being burned. They were, sadly, forced to watch as their youngest brother was charged at and then wrestled down to the ground by the Goblins.

The Goblins punched, kicked, some even ducked out of view for a second or two before reappearing; a lone scream from Lazeer was heard before quiet wrapped itself around the area. The sound of flesh meeting flesh, and then, for some odd reason, metal striking metal, was heard before it was all said and done with—the Goblins' attack lasted only thirty seconds; when they backed away, Lazeer was still and just as quiet as could be.

Their baby brother, who had been born premature, and who had been said to not survive but a few days out of the NICU, lay on the ground. He was breathing; they saw that his chest was moving, but it looked like he had been knocked out cold. Bile looked at his baby brother for a few seconds before turning his gaze towards the man who was his adoptive father. The man was ten or so feet to his and his brothers' immediate left; he had three Goblins around him. One of the Goblins had taken his coat off and then placed it over his head; the man, who was mumbling under his breath, was busily applying some drops to his eyes. The man blinked his eyes a few times before reaching into his coat; the kerchief that was taken out was swiftly used to wipe the tears, and eye drop residue, from his face before being returned to the pocket that it had been removed from. He was given his goggled glasses afterwards—the elastic band was wrapped around his head, then the squishy, rubber-like glass parts were adjusted over his eyes. With his eye troubles now being relieved, and with his glasses back on his face, he stood up.

TazirVile Surfeit walked right up to their fallen brother, who had just regained consciousness; the man looked down then, right before their eyes, hocked a wad of spit at him. Lazeer shook his head then tried to roll over; Lhaklar yelled right when his father's leg was seen as being lifted while Hazeer jerked himself forward. Lazeer yelled in pain twice—his own father had given him a kick to the small of his back and then to the pit of his stomach all while walking around him. As if his eye issues weren't enough he now had to deal with the pain that his back and stomach were causing him to experience.

"Are your orders still the same, sir?" the Goblin who had asked if Bile's, Lhaklar's, and Hazaar's pockets were desired to be searched asked. "Search them then—"

"No. Teleport them to camp; have Bile, Lhaklar, and Hazaar put in the same room." their father replied. "Make sure that it has two beds; I want five of my staff guarding the door. No one gets in but me and no one but me gets out. Got me?"

"Yessir," the Goblin nodded his head; he then glared at Lazeer, who was cowering at his employer's feet. "And him?"

"Take him to my ship but, instead of putting him with my sons, put him in one of the dungeon's cells." their father replied. "I don't want this one anywhere near my sons. He's much too dangerous."

"Yessir," the Goblin bowed.