Bloodline
The Jolrael Saga
Part 4
Jolrael was stunned
"Oh my God! You monster!" Akima shouted at Tyrowe
Noa continued to look on "You sadistic son of a bitch." He muttered
Tyrowe looked at Noa "Oh, I couldn't have brought her back without your help, Noa."
He raised an eyebrow "How? She was buried in the building!"
Tyrowe's red eye gleamed "Or so you thought, Noa."
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Tyrowe was face down on the ground, his body covered in dust, dirt, and debris as he regained his energy. He was lucky to escape intact after such a huge gathering of psionic energy inside his lair. He stood up and scanned the area, not caring about his appearance. The rubble laid everywhere, the dust still hazing the air. Tyrowe walked around, looking for Reya, when a spark in the distance lit up and died quickly. Tyrowe's attention turned towards it as he began walking to it. A minute later, he found where the spark came from. It was Reya laying on the ground, several large glass shards shoved deep into her cranium, creating sparks from her artificial brain that shorted out. Her legs were broken, one a compound fracture, the bone sticking out from her thigh.
Tyrowe shook his head "Useless." He said coldly and walked on, leaving her lifeless body there to decay and rot. He noticed a pile of rubble that stuck out, almost like a bulge. He walked over to it, as he did, he looked at his body. Glass and rocks were embedded in his skin, which would have probably hurt and bled a lot if it wasn't for the fact that he was undead. He arrived at the spot and began digging with his hands, removing the pieces of wall and ceiling from the spot. He then noticed all the rubble was being held up by a large metal….something. It looked as if it had been bent distorted by the large amount of psionic energy released. Almost like a metal prison, he removed it with ease due to his enhanced muscle strength, thanks to muscle fiber fusion. There laid the body of Stith, his beautiful mate, laying peacefully in a pool of her own blood. Noa must have created this metal prison as a tomb to protect her body from harm. Tyrowe picked her body up and looked at her face "I knew I'd get you someday," he whispered to her "And now, with your soul gone from your frame you call a body, you'll make the perfect bodyguard. We'll be a family once again." He said, walking off with her body in his arms, her eyes closed in a peaceful sleep.
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"Thanks for the body, Noa." Tyrowe said, evil intent lacing his voice.
"Damn you Tyrowe, I swear I'll kill you!" Noa replied
"You cannot kill someone who's already dead, Noa," He said, then looking over to Stith, who pinned the unconscious Tryn to the ground, a gun pointed at her temple "Well ladies and gentlemen, I grow tired of this. Akima and her daughter now or Tryn will suffer due to your lack of response."
Akima, trembling at the sight of her old friend resurrected to serve her evil mate, eyed one of Noa's guns in his holster.
Jolrael walked upward to Stith "M-m-mom??" he said gently, continuing to walk over to her slowly. Stith eyed Jolrael as he approached, her soft yellow eyes now showed only emptiness "Mom? Please..let her go." He asked her gently. Stith growled lightly at him, Jolrael continued to walk forward slowly "Mother, its me…" before he could finish, Tyrowe had stood alongside Stith, aiming his gun between Jolrael's eyes "Jolrael, my sweet but gullible son, she doesn't know you. Its been far too long. Besides, she obeys me and me only."
Akima had enough "Stop! Let Tryn go, and I'll be your prisoner, just don't hurt either one of them." All eyes in the room, except Stith's that were still glaring at her son, turned to her. Dawn grasped Akima's shirt "What are you doing! You can't.."
Akima shushed her "Everything will be ok, honey." She said to her gently, while one hand moved up to Dawn's head and caressed her hair. Noa looked at her "Akima, I don't know what's gotten into you, but this isn't the way out of this."
She looked towards Noa "This stand off cannot go on any longer, I won't allow it." Jolrael, who still looked at his real mother, his eyes connecting with hers, backed up towards the group.
Akima looked to Jolrael and put a hand on his shoulder "Its ok." She said softly. Jol placed his hand on hers that rested on his shoulder "Akima…" he said "It's ok, just make sure you take care of Tryn." She let go of his hand and walked in the middle of the two warring groups. "Bring her over her and we'll do a trade, me for Tryn."
Tyrowe looked to Stith, then back to Akima, thinking over the bargain. Finally, he spoke "It's a deal. Stith, give them the girl." He said, waving her off. Stith finally broke contact with her son's eyes, looked at Tyrowe and nodded. Tyrowe took aim at Akima as Stith delivered Tryn to her. Stith dumped Tryn in front of Akima, while Akima just looked at her old friend "Stith, you will rest in peace soon my old friend." She whispered to her. Stith walked back to Tyrowe, gun in hand, as he waved for Akima "Now for your part."
Akima nodded and looked back, at her friends. Noa walked up to her "Akima, you're a very valiant female. Something I don't see very often in people." He said as he picked up the knocked out Tryn and held her in his arms. Akima smiled "Thank you Noa." She said. "Do me a favor, keep my daughter safe from harm. And tell Jol I love him."
"I will." He responded, before walking back to the remaining three with Tryn in his arms.
Akima began walking towards Tyrowe and Stith, their guns pointed at the group behind her. Noa walked outside and set her on the ground, laying peacefully. Noa walked back in "What's going to happen to her?" Dawn asked worriedly, he looked to her "I don't no, but something's gonna happen, something isn't right." He said.
Jolrael continued to look at his mother, like he was infatuated with her. This was the first time he had ever seen her besides in pictures Akima shared with him. It pained him to see her alongside his father, the one causing him grief, but he knew she couldn't help it. He also knew that Tyrowe would pay for desecrating his mother's body.
Akima walked slowly to Tyrowe and Stith's clutches, her mind racing with thoughts of her friends and family. She thought about Jolrael, the little Mantrin baby that had been left in her custody when Stith died. She remembered the times she used to take him into her bed and snuggle up with him, tickling and playing there. The times when he cried because he was lonely, she dropped everything to hold him and pet him, reassuring him that no one had left him. When she was pregnant with Dawn, Jol used to lie his head on her stomach and sleep to the small beating of the child's heart. When Dawn came around, she continued to love them both equally. Sometimes Cale, even though he never really took to Jol very well, would hold him while Akima played with her daughter. Jol never snapped his beak at her, although he did sometimes to Cale, especially if he petted him the wrong way. As the two grew up, she remembered days where she was tired from chasing the two around the house, and how Cale tried so hard to keep them busy as she slept. When Jolrael was old enough, he wondered why he was so different from Akima. She told him about Stith that day, shared memories about her, talked about the good days and moments they had. She'd never seen Jol cry so much. From then on, Jol called her Akima instead of mom, but she knew it'd happen sooner or later. When Jolrael moved out, Akima hugged him and cried on his shoulder, crying tears of happiness, knowing that he was going to live his life. She was so proud of him.
Dawn was always the light of Akima's life, her very own child, her only child. Not a day went by that she wasn't proud of her. She was full of life and energy as a child, always wanting to play whenever they had the chance. When she came home from school, they sat and talked about what she did that day while she helped her daughter with her homework. And Cale, the only one she'd ever love. Sometimes she wondered what she ever did to deserve him, he was always there for her and never said or did anything to offend her. She recalled the nights they spent alone in their bedroom, holding each other as they kissed and talked. The romantic evenings they spent with each other when the kids were in bed. He a day never went by without him telling her that he loved her. Akima looked at Tyrowe as she neared him, and realized that the time for her to join Cale had come. "I'm comin' baby." She said quietly, as if Cale was right in front of her. She reached around her back slowly.
Noa unholstered one of his guns "Get ready guys, we may have to fight after all." He said to them, they nodded as he reached for the other, and felt nothing but the holster. "What the.." he said to himself, then looking at Akima's back. An outline indicated she was hiding something behind her back, Noa's gun. He gasped as Akima reached for it.
Akima reached under her shirt and withdrew the gun from behind her "This is for Cale!" she yelled, whipping the gun in front of her and quickly taking aim and fired several shots. Tyrowe looked at Akima as the first shot pieced his shoulder, another blasting his stomach. He didn't wince or scream in pain, he just smiled as his psionic shield came up and his gun pointed to her. Akima realized it was over for her soon, but she never stopped firing. Stith kept the gun on Akima, although keeping a watchful eye on the others as they looked on. Tyrowe pulled the trigger as a short stream of hot plasma energy shot through the barrel of his gun, straight to Akima' heart, killing her instantaneously. Her life flashed before her eyes as she fell backwards to the ground, the room fading to black quickly. Noa pulled his gun up and fired at Tyrowe when Akima went down, his instincts kicked into defense mode as the gunfire rang out, dissolving due to the shield. Jolrael, with a loss of words, dropped to his knees. His eyes welled up with tears as he witnessed his stepmother die at the hands of Tyrowe. The pain was so intense, even greater then that of a mortal wound. He could no longer stand by defenselessly and let others die, Jolrael's rage build up inside him faster than any wildfire.
Stith aimed at Noa and fired, the shots not even going through, as the firefight continued. Dawn, who watched it all, broke down into tears and rushed to her mother's side "No! No, no, no no!! You can't be dead! No!" she said as she placed a hand over the wound and another under her head, crying into Akima's shoulder. Jolrael looked at Dawn holding her mother, then to Tyrowe. Tears wet his cheek as he cried for the fallen, his sorrow quickly turning into rage, his pain into anger. He got up and rushed to Tyrowe, his teeth clenched together as he rushed Tyrowe.
Tyrowe looked at Jolrael, who was obviously pissed off. He aimed the gun at his own son "Goodnight, Jol." He said and fired. The laser seared through the air and dissipated in front of Jolrael. Tyrowe raised an eyebrow at him, wondering why it wasn't a dead shot. Noa was busy in a gunfight with Stith, so he couldn't have intervened. Then he noticed the ground, fire was left in Jolrael's wake. He looked at Jolrael's eyes and saw nothing in them except red. His pupils were gone. Jolrael raised his fist as he got closer to Tyrowe, he tried to block it, but the fist powered through and clocked Tyrowe in the jaw, sending him backwards quite a bit. Tyrowe regained his balance and looked at Jolrael, smiling. He knew with enough pressure, it'd finally happen. Now he'd see what his son is really made of.
For Jolrael has awakened, and the battle between father and son has finally begun…..
TO BE CONTINUED……..