A/N: Elendor, would you please gain a little confidence in yourself? You are a good writer, I mean it! The reviewers agree with me, too! Ok, a bit of violence in this chapter, more angst… Sellen's POV. Sorry it's so short…
Chapter Four
The Price of Revenge
My fist slammed directly into Gyre's face, smashing into his nose hard. Blood gushed out everywhere, as I glared at him where he lay on the floor.
How dared he! How dare he touch Kirin like that! I hit him again hard, kicking him directly in the ribs. An unpleasant smile appeared on my face.
"Damn you, Gyre!" I breathed, wanting nothing more than to make him pay for what he's done. Kirin didn't deserve that; why didn't he attack me and leave Kirin alone?? At least I wasn't a virgin and as inexperienced as Kirin was.
Kirin's still shaking; Valar, I wish that I had not fallen asleep, I wish that I could have saved him from this! Kirin was an innocent… He had been untouched by anyone, and Gyre had just stolen that away from him!
Blood streamed down Gyre's face, but I didn't care, as I vented my fury in numerous kicks and punches, enjoying the sounds of pain that Gyre made. His golden hair was turning pink from blood, but I didn't care. One of his eyes were black now, but it didn't matter.
Gyre sneered at me, and I slapped him hard.
"What does it matter to you?" he sniggered. "He had to be broken in anyway."
"You touch him again and I'll kill you," I hissed, anger making my blue eyes look midnight blue instead of sapphire. "Believe me, it would bring me no shame or pain to do so."
From the look on his face, I knew that Gyre believed me; and I knew that I meant it, too. Bruises were appearing on his face, and I brought back my fist to slam it into him again, when strong arms grabbed me hard, hard enough to cause bruises on my arms. I struggled hard, wanting to kill Gyre. A harsh blow to my head from behind stunned me slightly.
"What," a cold voice asked, "is going on here?"
Gyre lied, "Sellen attacked me for no reason, Father!" I wanted to retch; why did Gyre always act like he was so damn innocent? He was nothing more than a sick, twisted clone of Father, who never saw anything wrong in what he did.
"Liar! You raped Kirin, you sick-" A large hand covered my mouth and I twisted hard, wanting my side of the story to be heard.
"Silence," Father snapped, before he stalked over to where Kirin lay on his, with silent tears running down his face. I was still trapped in his other arm and fought hard to get free, while Father coldly inspected him.
I couldn't wait to hear how Father explained this one. I knew he wasn't going to care at all what Gyre had done; that was why I had taken what revenge I could on him. My eyes glared daggers at Gyre, and he smirked at me.
Father merely rolled his eyes. "If he had been stronger, he would have saved himself," he stated, dismissing the entire incident.
Anger boiled over in me and I bit his hand hard, prompting him to drop me onto the ground.
"You're both cruel and demented!" I snapped. "I hate you both! Why did you even have us, Father, when you only wanted him!" I pointed directly at Gyre, hatred radiating from me like a perfume.
"Shut up," he said, barely acknowledging me.
I shouted, "I won't just shut up! I don't care what you say!" I climbed to my feet and reproached them even more with my eyes.
Father looked at me, a silent warning in his eyes, but I didn't care, as I continued, centuries of pent-up emotions surfacing in me, from where I'd been hiding them.
"What kind of father are you, to let one of your sons rape another and not even care? I wish you weren't my father!" I yelled. "Because if being your son makes me have to be like you, I'd rather die than live with the knowledge of how insane my father is!"
Another harsh blow slammed into my head, knocking me to the ground again. That blow had been hard enough to keep me from being able to focus on anything, so the world spun around me slightly, while Father spoke with his precious son.
"What revenge do you want on him, Gyre?" he questioned, nudging me with his foot, as he helped Gyre up with his hand.
Yeah, Father, be nice to him; he's just like you; unfeeling, uncaring, and selfish! And a sick bastard!
Gyre gazed down at me, appraising me silently. Coldness crept into my stomach; I know what he's going to ask for, as he smirks at me.
Gyre slyly states, "I want to break him and make him scream, Father…"
Father merely nods and leaves the room, closing the door behind him.
I struggle to stand, but Gyre shoves me right back down, lust in his eyes. This is wrong, I want to scream. Making love is not something done for revenge, it's supposed to symbolize love and devotion.
His heavy body crushes mine against the floor, but I'm not paying attention. My eyes are on the bed where Kirin is, because I can hear him breathing shallowly, as hands tear at my clothes. I hear them ripping, baring my skin, but it does not affect me.
It's ironic, I think weakly, that only one person is entirely unaffected, as my world… like Kirin's world- prepares to change forever, again…
And he's sleeping right through this, in his little wooden cradle, sucking on his little thumb.
To be continued
