Chapter 8
The young blond hung, arms and legs tied forming an X of her body. Her feet a mere 6 inches off the floor just high enough to eliminate any leverage she might be able to obtain. A spider web of crimson danced down her forearms as the ropes dug into her wrists consciousness a fleeting thought, her mind foggy trying as she may to wake, her body relieved that her fatigue would not allow it. Kyle traced a finger over her collar bone taking in the smoothness and texture.
"So perfect." He smiled cynically.
Klarissa, too engrossed with the strong, dark haired male to pay attention to Kyle's remarks, finished her task of binding his arms and immediately began filling the enclosure around his feet with warm water to match that of his own temperature. Without looking down which was prevented by means of a brace around the neck, the man would not know about the water.
"Nothing like causing yourself pain my dear, nothing like it."
Kyle spoke watching Klarissa take much pride in the prefecture she was involving herself in with the water temperature. He smiled at the outcome of her plan and that of his, turning to the blond feral in his path he grasped her hair, violently kissing her unaware lips and stealing a taste of her. He shuddered with anticipation letting her head once again fall forward.
A slight moan escaped the dark haired elemental. Brennan fought against the drugs that lingered within his body, the drug was potent much like the ones he remembered of at Genomex. But time and practice and much martial arts training taught him how to focus his attention within his body and cleanse it of the foreign. Through the haze he found consciousness and grasped it like a child would his mothers retreating hand. He pulled himself from the abyss that had formally claimed him.
A louder moan informed Kyle his plan would now begin, the elemental was waking, soon the fun would reign and the players would play a game with no set rules less he find it interesting.
"Klarissa, our time is approaching shall we?" Kyle, motioned with his hand a door adjacent them. She looked at him with an innocent smile no child dare rival.
"Indeed" they left together leaving their prisoners alone and bound facing each other in the dank gym hall.
Brennan groggily began to recall the occurrences that unfolded prior his pounding head.
"Fuck" Even though he cursed it came about slurred and more of a mumble than an actual word.
He tried to swallow only to choke on his own saliva, throat to dry to accept the moisture he was trying to provide. He tried again this time succeeding in forcing down the bitter taste that resided in his mouth. Another cough and a shudder, Brennan slowly opened his eyes allowing the blurriness to stay as a better option to the dizziness of trying to shake it off. It would fade in time, he eternally felt for any wounds or binding. Hands, feet, and a choker bound him to a straight poll. He felt drained of energy but chaulked it up to the drugs after effects, it would wear off. A replay of the events prior suddenly rushed upon him. Shalimar? Pain? No, Wait!!
"SHALIMAR!!!"
His eyes snapped fully open and he shook his head violently trying to clear his vision. As the world came together he saw her still unconscious from hanging mere feet away from him, drawn up like some sacrifice for him to view blood crawling down about her arms from her wrists. Nausea soon followed the grotesque display and he heaved violently for a few moments before the convulsions subsided and his vision again returned.
"Shal? Come on Shalimar. I know your there."
Maybe she's . . . . He forced the thought that was creeping into his mind aside. No, she is alive, just drugged. They would not kill her, they could not, he would not let that happen stop this Brennan! His mind shouted back to him. Focus.
"Shalimar? Wake up Shal, I know you still in there."
Nausea claimed her body as she ventured forth from deep inside toward the deep voice which seemed to be calling out to her. Swallowing deeply she quenched her parched throat before attempting to open her eyes.
Brennan watched anxiously as the blond feral moved ever so slightly.
"That's it Shal, now look at me. Look up." He requested as one does a child who is sad to look at their parents.
Her long blond hair hung down covering her face, she tentatively brought her head up to look into Brennan's concern filled eyes. Blond locks from her tussled mane hung limply about obstructing the view of most her face, eyes squinted as if trying to see a great distance out.
"Hey there pretty? You okay?" Brennan moved his head a bit to align with hers; trying as he may to duck down to meet her eyes but the neck brace prevented most his efforts.
"Uh? Wha . . . What happened? Where are we?"
The fog was departing her mind, as she spoke she took in her surroundings more and more as the drug's effects fled her feral body. Another trait to being a feral mutant much faster metabolism even to drugs, Brennan unfortunately lacked this advantage and had to weather the drugs effects longer. She felt her strength returning and suddenly was worried about Brennan's pale features. He may not be feral but he was always a fast healer and drugs as far as she could recall never left the elemental quite this pale.
"Brennan? Are you okay?" Even she heard the fear and concern that laced her every word.
"Yeah, just a little drained, I think it is the drugs."
Both gazing at each other they knew he was lying just the same, something was and had drained him of virtually all his strength. Leaving him but a mere mirror image of the powerful man he was used to being. Knowing well that lingering on his weak state would only agitate him. Shalimar tugged lightly on her ropes and gasped at the pain the slight motion caused her. She peered up at her bound hands, they were numb in the fingers and blood was slowly oozing forth from the vicious cuts that were created from her limp body hanging full weight about her bound wrists. The harsh rope cut into her like a saw blade, chewing away at her already pained flesh. After that little flash of pain she looked about her situation, cursing it.
"What now?" Shalimar asked while eyeing one of her legs and trying to kick is loose without success. She looked up when there was no response. "Bren?"
"Hope Jesse and Emma realize we are missing soon and come to our rescue." He smiled ruefully. Seeing how concerned Shal appeared he made light of the situation. "Or we could always rely on your feralness and you could chew your way out of those ropes. Oh wait that is a canine thing."
She exasperated a laugh. "Brennan be serious." She eyed him and let her gaze follow the contour of his body.
"Like what you see?" He asked playfully.
Shalimar huffed not because she did Not like it but did not want him to know it.
"You wish, lightening boy, I am trying to see how you are bound. Your neck is held with a metal clamp but the ropes around your legs I cannot see. I take it your hands are bound as well."
Brennan smiled at her.
"Yeah, but not for long"
All the while Brennan had been working on losing his hands from their tight binding. Slowly but surely progress was being made. Just then Kyle and Klarissa walked back into the room splitting half way Kyle toward Shalimar and Klarissa toward Brennan.
"What is this all about?! And what the hell do you want!?" Brennan demanded.
If he kept them distracted long enough to free one of his hands he could get a bolt of electricity charged and off them both in a split second.
"We just enjoy a good game." Klarissa hissed in his ear.
Brennan watched Shalimar's eyes burn with fury as the other women traced a finger down Brennan's muscled chest. He needed the women away from him in order to finish freeing his hands, he gazed at Shalimar. She read him openly and began.
"Little girl could not get a date so she has to kidnap her boyfriends?" Shalimar taunted.
Klarissa fumed at the outrageous comment lashing out her own in return and turning her attention to the verbal battle the ensued between her and Shalimar.
"And how long has it been since you have had a date? And I do not mean with a grocery clerk."
The two women spat insults back and forth while Brennan freed one of his hands he looked up to see Klarissa remove a knife from her hair.
"NO!!" Brennan yelled reaching out with a bolt of electricity. Blue light crackled over his body as he realized what was happening.
The two women snapped their heads towards Brennan's cry, Shalimar looking onward with horror filled eyes as Brennan convulsed from the electrocution. It took a moment and he stopped charging and came to a shaky hault and slumped forward breathing heavy. Shalimar knew he had charged up a high volt and could only imagine the feeling.
Klarissa gaufed in his face. "You see my little pet, the reason you are so weak is because of this." She pranced over and played her fingers in the water around his feet making sure he could hear the noise of the splashing.
"You bitch!" Shalimar spat, hatred raging in her eyes.
"You really think so?"
Brennan lifted his head, his body still slightly shaking and more weak he watched Klarissa, taking in that Kyle just stood by and watched the show as if approving of her behavior as a father would his daughter in a play.
"I think your right." With that Klarissa raised the knife and plunged deep into Shalimar's shoulder.
"AGHHH!!" Shalimar screamed in pain as Klarissa removed the knife.
"STOP IT!!" Brennan yelled watching helplessly.
"Why? You cannot do anything about it. Your weak and useless to her now." Klarissa taunted him and raised the knife to deliver a second would to the opposite shoulder. "You can just watch."
"Never." Brennan's eyes grew dark and icy, he began charging ignoring the pain of electrocution and continued to charge to his limits of power and pain..
She brought the knife down hard, Shalimar cringed and prepared for the pain that was soon to engulf her other shoulder. Oddly there was none after a moment she hesitantly opened her eyes watching as Klarissa's body tightened and her eyes widened dropping the knife to the floor she fell to the ground to reveal behind her Brennan; with one arm extended as he threw all his strength into that one charge that had hit Klarissa. His body convulsed and he shook uncontrollably, the water working its might through him. A webbing of blue crackling light danced over him, Shalimar realized he was still trying to charge. She had to make him stop.
"Brennan STOP!!" Shalimar yelled.
This was unexpected; Kyle rushed in and collected Klarissa and exited the now blue lit room.
"Please Brennan, you have to stop, your killing yourself." She pleaded with him hoping her voice would find his ears.
"Brennan Please."
He convulsed one last time and fell limp, white washed with the last remaining bits of electricity still crackling over his body.
R&R let me know what is out of character and whatever else laters.
The young blond hung, arms and legs tied forming an X of her body. Her feet a mere 6 inches off the floor just high enough to eliminate any leverage she might be able to obtain. A spider web of crimson danced down her forearms as the ropes dug into her wrists consciousness a fleeting thought, her mind foggy trying as she may to wake, her body relieved that her fatigue would not allow it. Kyle traced a finger over her collar bone taking in the smoothness and texture.
"So perfect." He smiled cynically.
Klarissa, too engrossed with the strong, dark haired male to pay attention to Kyle's remarks, finished her task of binding his arms and immediately began filling the enclosure around his feet with warm water to match that of his own temperature. Without looking down which was prevented by means of a brace around the neck, the man would not know about the water.
"Nothing like causing yourself pain my dear, nothing like it."
Kyle spoke watching Klarissa take much pride in the prefecture she was involving herself in with the water temperature. He smiled at the outcome of her plan and that of his, turning to the blond feral in his path he grasped her hair, violently kissing her unaware lips and stealing a taste of her. He shuddered with anticipation letting her head once again fall forward.
A slight moan escaped the dark haired elemental. Brennan fought against the drugs that lingered within his body, the drug was potent much like the ones he remembered of at Genomex. But time and practice and much martial arts training taught him how to focus his attention within his body and cleanse it of the foreign. Through the haze he found consciousness and grasped it like a child would his mothers retreating hand. He pulled himself from the abyss that had formally claimed him.
A louder moan informed Kyle his plan would now begin, the elemental was waking, soon the fun would reign and the players would play a game with no set rules less he find it interesting.
"Klarissa, our time is approaching shall we?" Kyle, motioned with his hand a door adjacent them. She looked at him with an innocent smile no child dare rival.
"Indeed" they left together leaving their prisoners alone and bound facing each other in the dank gym hall.
Brennan groggily began to recall the occurrences that unfolded prior his pounding head.
"Fuck" Even though he cursed it came about slurred and more of a mumble than an actual word.
He tried to swallow only to choke on his own saliva, throat to dry to accept the moisture he was trying to provide. He tried again this time succeeding in forcing down the bitter taste that resided in his mouth. Another cough and a shudder, Brennan slowly opened his eyes allowing the blurriness to stay as a better option to the dizziness of trying to shake it off. It would fade in time, he eternally felt for any wounds or binding. Hands, feet, and a choker bound him to a straight poll. He felt drained of energy but chaulked it up to the drugs after effects, it would wear off. A replay of the events prior suddenly rushed upon him. Shalimar? Pain? No, Wait!!
"SHALIMAR!!!"
His eyes snapped fully open and he shook his head violently trying to clear his vision. As the world came together he saw her still unconscious from hanging mere feet away from him, drawn up like some sacrifice for him to view blood crawling down about her arms from her wrists. Nausea soon followed the grotesque display and he heaved violently for a few moments before the convulsions subsided and his vision again returned.
"Shal? Come on Shalimar. I know your there."
Maybe she's . . . . He forced the thought that was creeping into his mind aside. No, she is alive, just drugged. They would not kill her, they could not, he would not let that happen stop this Brennan! His mind shouted back to him. Focus.
"Shalimar? Wake up Shal, I know you still in there."
Nausea claimed her body as she ventured forth from deep inside toward the deep voice which seemed to be calling out to her. Swallowing deeply she quenched her parched throat before attempting to open her eyes.
Brennan watched anxiously as the blond feral moved ever so slightly.
"That's it Shal, now look at me. Look up." He requested as one does a child who is sad to look at their parents.
Her long blond hair hung down covering her face, she tentatively brought her head up to look into Brennan's concern filled eyes. Blond locks from her tussled mane hung limply about obstructing the view of most her face, eyes squinted as if trying to see a great distance out.
"Hey there pretty? You okay?" Brennan moved his head a bit to align with hers; trying as he may to duck down to meet her eyes but the neck brace prevented most his efforts.
"Uh? Wha . . . What happened? Where are we?"
The fog was departing her mind, as she spoke she took in her surroundings more and more as the drug's effects fled her feral body. Another trait to being a feral mutant much faster metabolism even to drugs, Brennan unfortunately lacked this advantage and had to weather the drugs effects longer. She felt her strength returning and suddenly was worried about Brennan's pale features. He may not be feral but he was always a fast healer and drugs as far as she could recall never left the elemental quite this pale.
"Brennan? Are you okay?" Even she heard the fear and concern that laced her every word.
"Yeah, just a little drained, I think it is the drugs."
Both gazing at each other they knew he was lying just the same, something was and had drained him of virtually all his strength. Leaving him but a mere mirror image of the powerful man he was used to being. Knowing well that lingering on his weak state would only agitate him. Shalimar tugged lightly on her ropes and gasped at the pain the slight motion caused her. She peered up at her bound hands, they were numb in the fingers and blood was slowly oozing forth from the vicious cuts that were created from her limp body hanging full weight about her bound wrists. The harsh rope cut into her like a saw blade, chewing away at her already pained flesh. After that little flash of pain she looked about her situation, cursing it.
"What now?" Shalimar asked while eyeing one of her legs and trying to kick is loose without success. She looked up when there was no response. "Bren?"
"Hope Jesse and Emma realize we are missing soon and come to our rescue." He smiled ruefully. Seeing how concerned Shal appeared he made light of the situation. "Or we could always rely on your feralness and you could chew your way out of those ropes. Oh wait that is a canine thing."
She exasperated a laugh. "Brennan be serious." She eyed him and let her gaze follow the contour of his body.
"Like what you see?" He asked playfully.
Shalimar huffed not because she did Not like it but did not want him to know it.
"You wish, lightening boy, I am trying to see how you are bound. Your neck is held with a metal clamp but the ropes around your legs I cannot see. I take it your hands are bound as well."
Brennan smiled at her.
"Yeah, but not for long"
All the while Brennan had been working on losing his hands from their tight binding. Slowly but surely progress was being made. Just then Kyle and Klarissa walked back into the room splitting half way Kyle toward Shalimar and Klarissa toward Brennan.
"What is this all about?! And what the hell do you want!?" Brennan demanded.
If he kept them distracted long enough to free one of his hands he could get a bolt of electricity charged and off them both in a split second.
"We just enjoy a good game." Klarissa hissed in his ear.
Brennan watched Shalimar's eyes burn with fury as the other women traced a finger down Brennan's muscled chest. He needed the women away from him in order to finish freeing his hands, he gazed at Shalimar. She read him openly and began.
"Little girl could not get a date so she has to kidnap her boyfriends?" Shalimar taunted.
Klarissa fumed at the outrageous comment lashing out her own in return and turning her attention to the verbal battle the ensued between her and Shalimar.
"And how long has it been since you have had a date? And I do not mean with a grocery clerk."
The two women spat insults back and forth while Brennan freed one of his hands he looked up to see Klarissa remove a knife from her hair.
"NO!!" Brennan yelled reaching out with a bolt of electricity. Blue light crackled over his body as he realized what was happening.
The two women snapped their heads towards Brennan's cry, Shalimar looking onward with horror filled eyes as Brennan convulsed from the electrocution. It took a moment and he stopped charging and came to a shaky hault and slumped forward breathing heavy. Shalimar knew he had charged up a high volt and could only imagine the feeling.
Klarissa gaufed in his face. "You see my little pet, the reason you are so weak is because of this." She pranced over and played her fingers in the water around his feet making sure he could hear the noise of the splashing.
"You bitch!" Shalimar spat, hatred raging in her eyes.
"You really think so?"
Brennan lifted his head, his body still slightly shaking and more weak he watched Klarissa, taking in that Kyle just stood by and watched the show as if approving of her behavior as a father would his daughter in a play.
"I think your right." With that Klarissa raised the knife and plunged deep into Shalimar's shoulder.
"AGHHH!!" Shalimar screamed in pain as Klarissa removed the knife.
"STOP IT!!" Brennan yelled watching helplessly.
"Why? You cannot do anything about it. Your weak and useless to her now." Klarissa taunted him and raised the knife to deliver a second would to the opposite shoulder. "You can just watch."
"Never." Brennan's eyes grew dark and icy, he began charging ignoring the pain of electrocution and continued to charge to his limits of power and pain..
She brought the knife down hard, Shalimar cringed and prepared for the pain that was soon to engulf her other shoulder. Oddly there was none after a moment she hesitantly opened her eyes watching as Klarissa's body tightened and her eyes widened dropping the knife to the floor she fell to the ground to reveal behind her Brennan; with one arm extended as he threw all his strength into that one charge that had hit Klarissa. His body convulsed and he shook uncontrollably, the water working its might through him. A webbing of blue crackling light danced over him, Shalimar realized he was still trying to charge. She had to make him stop.
"Brennan STOP!!" Shalimar yelled.
This was unexpected; Kyle rushed in and collected Klarissa and exited the now blue lit room.
"Please Brennan, you have to stop, your killing yourself." She pleaded with him hoping her voice would find his ears.
"Brennan Please."
He convulsed one last time and fell limp, white washed with the last remaining bits of electricity still crackling over his body.
R&R let me know what is out of character and whatever else laters.
