"Play? You call this play!" the most ludicrous excuse that she had ever heard was no more expelled before she reacted to it; after screaming, then shooting up from her chair, she went over to her son, who was sitting on one of the living room couches. Once she was near him, she started pointing out his various injuries. "Arm's broken; his face is all busted up; he's covered in cuts and bruises; his pants are lacking their seat; and most of his shirt is missing!"
Lazeer winced almost immediately after his mother started pointing out his injuries; the early afternoon of January 6 had, without a doubt, been a very bad one for him. If not for that punk-bastard Baruk, and his gang of bullies—Gaajah and Bohir, the latter who had been "recruited" into Baruk's gang around six to eight hours after he and his family arrived for their stay—, he wouldn't look like something that a dog had chewed and then spat out or be in the pain that he was feeling.
After consuming lunch, which concluded about twenty to twenty-five minutes ago, he had made the decision to go outside; all while going to the back door, where access to the backyard would be granted to him, he had been followed by the three bullies—had he put two-and-two together on why they were following him, or on what they were planning on doing to him? Uh, no. He had just figured that they were planning on going outside too. He had continued on his way, minding his own business, thinking his own thoughts, while they followed and came up with malicious ideas on how to hurt him. Their plans for him were done right after he stepped out the door—Baruk grabbed and then shoved him, then Bohir ran up to trip him, then Gaajah had done the "honors" of dragging him down the porch steps and then kicking him in the ribs.
Baruk, after he was down, but slowly getting up from his near-seated position on the yard's artificial terrain, had charged down to where he was and then grabbed him by the back of his shirt; all it had taken was one rip from the guy before all of the front and back of his orange and green, camo mesh shirt to tear. All he had left of his shirt were the sleeves, which he was still wearing.
"Hey... Lil' Bro!" he remembered Bile saying at around 8:18 that morning.
He, who had been a little on the cranky side, had grumbled before turning and then retracting his steps down the hallway; after entering his brother's bedroom, then following him to his dresser, his mood had been lifted. Bile, who was a rather cool dude, and who liked to wear certain things that may or may not bring up his image, had taken one of his "dude" necklaces out from the drawer that they were in and then slid it around his neck. He had felt honored by the trust given to him in his being allowed to borrow and wear a necklace of his—the "silver" chain might of been retro but the stainless steel Eagle claw, that was holding a red cubic zirconia, hadn't; he had found himself as looking forward to toting the thing around for the day.
He had done his usual after receiving the necklace—after thanking his brother, then going downstairs for breakfast, he had concocted a plan on his wearing it all day before, at around suppertime, returning it to its owner. Thanks to Baruk's action of grabbing and then ripping it from his neck, then using one of his Elemental Fire powers to melt it after it was in his possession, he couldn't do that now. He had come close to crying after his brother's necklace was destroyed—he had been responsible for keeping that safe!
"This wasn't play! This wasn't rough-housing—he was beat the fuck up!" his mother was saying to his aunt, who looked very non-believing in the face. "And if you can't see it then I suggest you go get your eyes checked!"
The room had a total of six people in it—including him and his mother, there was his Aunt Irka, Granddad Duru, his father, and "Uncle" Trob. Of the six in the room, there was just one that was trying to pull a fast one in saying that what happened between he and her son was nothing more than play, which was more than a little absurd. How does his going out to enjoy a little fresh air, and get a little outside-oriented exercise, accredit to what happened? No, he had been followed, and then attacked, and then left for the crows, or for whatever avian life there was on the planet.
After his brother's necklace was destroyed, he had gotten up to avenge it—or at least try to. The idea of his defending himself had been far from his mind at the time; it had just been the necklace that he had concerned himself with.
Instead of beating the bullies back, then going inside to tell his mother what happened, he had found himself as being in trouble. His feet had no more been placed beneath him, and his fist had no more been swung, before Gaajah came in to assault his right side. Due to how slick the grass was, he hadn't been able to gain any traction or stop himself from flying into a set of metal trash cans—his head, after colliding with one of them, had made a dong sound that he was still hearing, and he had seen a lot of stars too. After regaining his senses, he had grabbed one of the cans' lids and then held it before himself; Baruk, who had been coming for him, had howled after his fist collided with it—the King of the Bullies was taken out after that occurred. His action of jumping up, and then delivering a square-hit to Baruk's face, was what caused him to fall; up to the fight's near-conclusion, he had stayed down.
Gaajah had taken it upon himself to assume command after Baruk was down; after grabbing him, then turning him so he was looking at him, he had wailed on him—and he, in return, had done the same to him. Gaajah was probably going to find himself as having one or two black eyes, a pair of swollen lips, and a load of bruises on him thanks to his act of defending himself. Naturally, he didn't want to know what kind of injuries he had on his face—he knew that his nose was bleeding, and that his right cheek hurt a great deal, and that he had a dozen to, maybe, two dozen cuts and bruises on himself. Knowing this was enough; he was content with hearing that his face was "busted up."
The one who assumed command of Baruk's gang was put into a temporary submission after his fist sailed into the house's side; with Gaajah being so distracted by "the pain" that he was feeling in his hand, he had taken advantage of him by tackling and then beating him up. After Gaajah was down for the count, he had found himself as having to deal with Bohir, who, for the most part, had stood on the sidelines, acting like a stupid sort of audience to the carnage that his bully-friends were creating. Bohir had ripped him up and then thrown him to the side like a rag-doll; he had no more collided with the ground before finding himself as being jumped on—Bohir had either been very caught-up with what he was doing or he was crazy... all while his fists were flying, he had been laughing like a loon. Bohir's energies had been concentrated on his chest and stomach, so he probably had a good deal of bruising on them parts of his body too.
Bohir had no more been kicked from him, and the process of his getting up had no more been started, when the near-crippling blow was given—Bohir, after regaining his balance, had kicked his foot up; he, in response to the kick, had flown towards the porch steps. After hitting his head on one of the steps, he had experienced a sort of black-out.
"Honey, I see what you're saying but—" Aunt Irka started to say.
"Don't try to pass the buck off on someone else, or try to sweeten me up!" his mother snapped. She breathed angrily before going on in what she wanted to say. "Mr. Khrelan sure found a mess after going out to take care of the afternoon trash—instead of righting the cans, then putting the trash that he was carrying in them, he found my son, who was lying underneath the porch. Lazeer, after being coaxed into leaving the underside of the porch, said that he had been ganged up on and then beat up by Baruk, Gaajah, and Bohir. I was called down right after he was brought in; after hearing what happened, then seeing the damage done to him, I yelled for all of you to come down to see for yourselves what your—"
"Can your son speak? I'm not doubting you at all—I just want him to acknowledge what happened while I'm here to hear it." TrobrencusVile said. Lazeer gave a slight shiver; the anger, that was seeping into the man's weasel-like voice, was very detectable.
He, after being allowed to come-to from being blacked-out, had gone for both Gaajah and Bohir; he had been giving them a good run for their money when Baruk returned to "finish" him off.
Baruk was very barbarian-like during this part of their encounter; after emitting a sort of growl-like roar, then evading one of his punches, he had grabbed him by his right arm and then swung him around. After pinning his arm behind his back, then putting a lot of pressure on it, he had yanked it towards the sky. He, as was natural of one who's arm was just broken, had screamed after feeling the bone that was in that arm snap—after Baruk released him, then stepped back, he had screamed again; after colliding with the ground, he had felt the broken bits on his newly broken arm grind against one another, which had been more than a little painful.
As if having his arm broken wasn't bad enough, Gaajah and Bohir had jumped on him—with himself being in the state that he was in, he hadn't been able to defend himself; they, after jumping on him, had taken turns in beating the crap out of him.
It was at the time of his begging and pleading for mercy, and crying over both being beat up and over the pain that his broken arm was causing him to go through, that Baruk noticed that he had something in his back left pants pocket.
"Should of never had them on me in the first place!" he thought while trying to keep from crying out.
After today's experience, he was going to put a firm stop on his always having his goggled glass, and its case, on him; with the spheres being hidden by the clouds, he hadn't had a reason to have neither on him. Baruk, after noticing that his pants pocket had something in it, had taken that pocket in his hand and then ripped it, along with the rest of the seat of his pants, from him. The bully, after seeing what it was that was in that pocket, had called his friends over and then initiated a game of toss with them; he, as was natural of anyone who had just had something taken from them, had gone from Baruk and Gaajah and then from Gaajah to Bohir in an attempt to either catch it after they threw it or talk them into giving it back—that, sadly, didn't happen. Even after telling them what it, and the item that was in it, cost, he hadn't gotten it back.
It had taken all of four minutes before Baruk grew tired of throwing the case, and its glass, around; instead of throwing it to the ground, then going back to torturing him, he had opened it and then taken the glass out. After doing this, he had broken the case in half and then stomped on it—Gaajah had helped him in doing this for a few seconds before being "shoved" out of the way. After the case was stomped on, and after Baruk stepped away from it, Gaajah took it up and then threw it to Bohir, who had broken it into more than four pieces—none of them pieces had been collected by him, so he assumed that they had been kept and then distributed as a sort of "souvenir". Baruk had taken to ripping the goggled glass into more than twenty pieces after the broken case was thrown to Bohir; non-surprisingly, he had rubbed its remains on the seat of his pants before dropping them and then giving his lackeys their cue in moving on. The afternoon fun, for them, was over; time to go find something else to cause trouble for.
With his arm newly broken, and with his goggled glass, and its case, being destroyed, and with his body starting to show the signs of the pain that he'd feel later on, he had collected the remnants of what had been destroyed and then crawled under the porch.
Losal Khrelan, like his mother had said, was the one responsible for finding him. After seeing something moving about under the porch, then going to see what it was, he had gasped and then started the move in trying to get him to come out. The man, after seeing him in his wreck of a state, had rushed him inside and then given out the call for his parents to come and quick.
After being taken to the living room, then told to sit down, he had taken the remnants of his goggled glass out from the pocket that they were in and then placed them on the table; his father, while being angry over the destruction of both that item and its case, seemed to be more angry over the fact that he had been beat so badly.
"Uncle" Trobrencus, Duru, and Aunt Irka had come down right after his father had; Duru and Irka looked very non-believing while Trobrencus looked too shocked to believe what he was being told.
"You're saying that you're not doubting what you've been told yet you're asking if my son can "confirm" for you what happened between him and the three that beat him up." Angel sniffed. She went to her injured son, then sat beside him, then gave TrobrencusVile a glare. After glaring at the man, she softened her features then turned to look at her son.
Lazeer sighed; having his mother sitting beside him, and looking at him in the way that she was, made him feel safe and loved. Right now, he wished that everyone would leave so he could be alone with her—he was hurt physically, he was emotionally and mentally traumatized, and he wanted her comfort; in his mind and eye, he'd only be able to get that after everyone was out of the room.
The gentle request for him to tell the man who had doubted his claim on what happened was given then the room grew very quiet; he swallowed twice before trying to do as he had been requested to do—though he did try, his attempt to do as he was requested to do was never able to be done. The pain that was ripping and roaring all throughout his arm grew a degree to two degrees worse after he opened his mouth to speak; with a shake of his head, he clamped his mouth shut then turned to bury his head in his mother's shoulder. His mother responded to his gesture by holding him while his father gave his back a light pat. His father, after patting him on the back, turned to look at and then speak to Trobrencus.
"That's enough, Trob. If hearing from my wife the news on what happened to our son isn't enough then—"
"I normally do need for the one who's been harmed by one of my progeny to speak of what happened between him and my progeny... but, in this case, I'll make an exception." TrobrencusVile said while going forward. He placed his hand on Lazeer's left shoulder then he leaned down to speak into the side of his head. "My son will apologize for what he did to you—you worry about that arm getting fixed up, and in getting some rest."
Lazeer, the poor thing, blacked out after Trobrencus, Duru, and Irka left the room; TazirVile, being just as gentle as he could, picked him up then carried him from the room. She followed the two to the medical chamber, then she watched as the table fixed her son up, then she acted as a sort of escort when the task of taking Lazeer to his room came around.
According to the table, there were three breaks in Lazeer's arm—his shoulder had a "mild" fracture to it; his elbow had an oblique, but non-displaced, fracture to it; and his wrist was broken in two places. While the table was able to heal most of the injuries that were present in his arm it hadn't been able to heal all of them—she was hoping that a healing session with one of her powers would do the trick in getting it to be fully healed. Along with the arm being broken, Lazeer had sustained two cracked and two broken ribs and a lot of minor wounds, which the table hadn't been able to heal and which would have to heal on their own. Thankfully, no internal injuries were found as being on her son.
After her son was in his chamber, and was tucked in, she went to see Bile; after what happened to Lazeer, and after hearing what happened to the necklace that Bile had let him borrow for the day, she felt a need in both going to him and then explaining what happened to his brother and why he wasn't to be getting the exact necklace that he had let his brother borrow back.
Even though the necklace had been destroyed, she had a mind to get her son a new one that was either an exact replacement of it or something similar to it—Bile, if she recalled correctly, had gotten that necklace, and several others, in Nordic City, Wyoming two and a half years ago. Some fellow had been selling necklaces for $1 a-piece and he had made the decision to snatch a few up before the opportunity in doing so was up.
"Wait!" she stopped on a dime then turned to look at her son, who had been out-cold all during his time in being in the medical chamber, and then in being taken up to his room, and then in being placed and then tucked into bed. After turning to look at him, she saw that he was both awake and looking at his closet.
TazirVile, who had already left the room, went on his way down the hallway while she, who had been about to leave the room, smiled then went towards the area that her son was looking at.
Lazeer, for the last two days, had been asking for either her, or Bile, or Tazir to look in his closet for an unspecified something; while Tazir had taken to doing this task in a comical sort of way once or twice he had stopped doing so after it continued being asked of him. He was no longer very "pleased" with having to look in their son's closet for the "boogeyman" and he was now voicing his annoyance in their son doing an action that one in their early hundreds would do. Bile and she, on the other hand, were treating the given task of looking in the closet seriously, and weren't berating him or being annoyed after finding that the room was clean of anything that may or may not want to get at him.
Lazeer, at six hundred and twelve years of age, had stopped being afraid of the fabled boogeyman that lived in their old residence's basement; why he was afraid of the entity now, at sixteen hundred years of age, was beyond her—no hint of what she had experienced a couple of days ago, or on the twenty-ninth of December, had been said, so he shouldn't be scared of his closet space.
As she went to check the closet, she remembered that there was another in the house that was also acting spooked of the area—Zanra, the puppy that had been given to them by Trobrencus, refused to go anywhere near the closet; if she was picked up, and then taken to the area that was before the closet, she'd start whimpering, and her fur would stand on end.
She checked the area that was her son's closet space, found nothing, then went to her son. After sitting beside him, then pushing him back to lying on his bed, she asked him what was wrong. He, at first, didn't answer her; it took her two more tries before he finally sighed and then made the motion to sit up. He, while having a grave look on his face, told her what she needed to know after doing this.
"It happened two nights in a row, mom. On the twenty-ninth and thirtieth." he said.
"What did?" she asked.
"Kept hearing the word "brooder" coming from my closet on the twenty-ninth; on the thirtieth, I heard that word again... then I saw a figure come out."
"What'd this figure look like?" for some reason, she had a feeling of what he was about to tell her.
"Wasn't able to see much of him—he was wearing something like khakis, and the remnants of a blue hoodie, and heavy-duty boots. He was also wearing a lot of chains around either his neck or shoulders and chest." her son described the being that he was worried about. "He came from my closet, then he came right for me, then he spoke to me before going "pop" and then disappearing."
This about caused her to cry—Bile had seen a sort of shadow-person in a very over-done premonition-like dream on the night of December 15, and she had seen a sort of apparition on December 20, and then she had seen something coming at her car on the twenty-ninth, and then she had seen a sort of vision of the same entity on the 2nd of January, and now her youngest son was telling her about hearing someone calling out to him from his closet on the night of the day that the one who had struck her car had been seen and then, the following night, had seen someone as coming out from his closet. This was getting a bit scary. Who was it that was terrorizing her and her two sons, and was it just her and her oldest and youngest-born sons who were experiencing what they were or were all in her family experiencing something that revolved around that dark-skinned being?
After hearing what her son told her, she had a mind to go to one of the house's phones and then make out a few calls. Was her father, who was known to not like her sons by his uncle, the cause of this? None of her sons' old school chums, or associates, had contact with them anymore so it couldn't be that of what was causing them to experience what they were. Could certain people in the house be the cause of what they were experiencing or was something else at work?
Along with having a mind to give her father a call, to ask him if he was causing her and her children grief by making up some entity that'd scare them until his time in coming over occurred, she also had a mind to call Bushon Bedali, the grandson-in-law to her great-grandfather, DuruVile Surfeit.
"Thank you for telling me, honey." she said. This was all that she was able to say to him; with her experiencing the entity too, she was probably as scared as he was about what was going on. "Go on and take your nap. What you saw won't hurt or be hurting you—he's just a figment of your imagination."
"He seemed very real, ma." Lazeer strained after hearing his mother call what he had witnessed on December 29 and then 30 a "figment of his imagination".
"I know, but he wasn't." she tried to reassure him. She smoothed her hand down the sides of his face, then kissed his forehead, then pushed him down to his mattress. Seeing as he was so freaked out, she left the door to his bedroom wide open; before leaving the room, she told him where she was planning on being for the next few hours.
While going down the hallway, towards Bile's bedroom, she thought about all that had been going on in the house for the last couple of days; Trobrencus, while upholding what he had said in his trying to take some of the pressure and stress from her and her sons' shoulders, wasn't able to do all that he had promised to do. He had managed to get the adult members of the household to calm down, and to quit ganging up on her, but he wasn't able to do much of anything with the children, who seemed to be taking up the adults' places in creating chaos for the house and its inhabitants.
Syamsin, for some unknown reason, had come upon Qhuakiz, who had been doing nothing more than sitting on one of the house's staircases. Instead of leaving the boy be, and going on his way, he had said woops before grabbing and then throwing him down the stairs. Qhuakiz was very lucky to be alive; while having some nicks and cuts and bruises on himself, he could well of gotten a broken neck by Syamsin's action in doing what he had. This event occurred before everyone went to bed on the day of TrobrencusVile and his family's arrival for their stay; the event of Phaggo being ganged up on, and half-so beaten, occurred just before breakfast the following morning.
Baruk and Bohir, after coming upon Phaggo, who had been leaving his assigned chamber, had grabbed and then thrown him to the wall; along with causing some substantial damage to his eye and back, and to his clothing, they had also peed on him. Cheshire had not been pleased after seeing his son being in the state that he was in—along with doing a personal yell-it-all at the two boys who had harmed his son, he had confronted both Kuruk and Trobrencus on the injuries that his son had sustained and on the fact that his clothes had come close to being ripped from his body.
A few hours after that occurred, Trobrencus had found his young son, Impub, as running towards him with a better than bloody face. Gaajah and Selik had, for some peculiar reason, decided to corner him in one of the house's bathrooms and then "slap" him with towels. The towel slapping had caused Impub to get more than a dozen scratches, and a rather blood nose. It had also caused him to be more than a little hysterical. Trobrencus had been more than livid after seeing his son's state, and then hearing what happened for him to be in that state. Cyla and he had exchanged a lot of words before Duru came in to say that he'd take care of the issue and that his sons would be seen to the level that the TrobrencusVile Bloym Surfeit family was on to do a personal apology for their action towards the young boy.
The girls were also having their "fun" in causing the ones in their gender grief too; Uevaa and Kaasa had ganged up on Tralisa twice now while Uevaa seemed to have it out for both Blaiga and Defe—along with calling them all kinds of names, she had also torn their clothes and tried to pin the blame for destroying the family meal, which she and Ulision had slaved to make on the fourth of January, on them.
Lhaklar and Hazaar had dealt with two types of bullying on the fourth and fifth of January too; Gaajah and Bohir, along with trying to beat him up, had tried to chase and then drown Lhaklar after he reached the rocky shore that was beside the lowest-lying horse pasture and Baruk and Sudir had tried to pick up and then throw Hazaar after he was seen as doing a rousing game of cat and mouse with the puppy, who he had had a hand in naming, the same day.
Trobrencus, while able to snap at the adults, and get them under control, wasn't able to do so with the children; he could do as he wished with Bohir and, when allowed, Syamsin, but he wasn't able to lay a finger or speak a word to Baruk and Sudir, or Gaajah and Selik, or Kaasa and Uevaa. He could speak, or get all over the cases of the parents of them children but, in the end, it was the parents of them children who were able to do something in regards to how they were treating the others that were in the house.
Sadly, TrobrencusVile Bloym Surfeit's attempts in getting the stress and pressure from her shoulders wasn't doing anything—with the children of the adults now taking up arms in creating havoc in the house, she was in as much, if not more, stress than before. The fact that Tazir had sent the second batch of invites out in the mail two days ago didn't lessen that stress—she was worried that more trouble was on the horizon for her and hers because of them invites being sent out.
"Bile." she said after stopping and then knocking on the door that went to her oldest son's bedroom. After getting no answer, she knocked again—but louder this time. "Bile?" again, the door wasn't answered. If she wasn't under as much stress as she was, she wouldn't think anything negative on this—his stereo could well be on, or he wasn't in his room, or was too immersed in a magazine to hear her. Since she was as stressed out as she was, she got concerned over his not answering her knocks. Her third session in knocking was a lot louder than the former two; she came close to yelling his name after this session was done.
"Ma?" she sighed after he finally answered the door. After the door was opened, she detected the music created by Fear Factory being played—the volume on her son's stereo, she now knew, had been up high enough to drown out her knocks.
"Hello Biley, have a minute? We need to talk." Angel said.
"Am I in trouble?" Bile asked. "Was my stereo up too loud or—"
"No, nothing like that." Angel said. Her son stepped out of the way; she took the invite in going into his room.
Her son was wearing his normal attire—a brown shirt, that was ripped in the chest and stomach areas; a pair of brown pants; and a pair of heavy brown boots—but he was sporting the injuries that he had gotten on the day that Trobrencus and his family arrived for their stay and, of course, the damage that was around his left eye and right hand.
The damage caused to her son's left eye and hand had come from Baruk; two days after his and his family's arrival, he had put Bile "to the test". A push for all had happened between the two of them when they were in the gym, then a sort of race happened—Baruk had been bested, and by more than four lengths too—, then a fight had happened. Baruk, who, obviously, wasn't one for taking his losses in stride, or wasn't very accepting of losing, had pushed Bile before throwing his fist at him; Bile's eye had been hit before the two's fists came in contact with one another. One hit with them fists was all it had taken for Baruk to back down and then go off—Bile's hand had been fine; it had become a bruised mess in a few hours but it had been fine while Baruk's had come very close to being broken.
With Baruk finding himself as unable to take her oldest son done on his own, he had taken to getting Gaajah to "assist" him in doing so; now that Bohir was here, she worried that he'd be "recruited" to make the twosome into a threesome. Bile, so far, was looking up to the part in keeping Baruk and Gaajah down but how would he fair against both Baruk, Gaajah, and Bohir at the same time?
"How in the Universe are you able to work on that model when your music is as loud as it is?" Angel asked after seeing that the model of a female dragon, who was guarding both a clutch of eggs and a chest of treasure, was on the room's desk.
Yesterday, at around noon, she had taken a trip to Earth to get her sons their monthly magazine editions and to, of course, get them a few other things that'd be able to preoccupy them or take their minds from the chaos that was currently going on in their lives. While on the planet, she had also grabbed a few things for Eshal too.
The models of the 1977 Trans Am Pontiac and the 1930 Packard LeBaron; the Jolly Roger and Elasmosaurus; the train that looked very much like a tank and the Totetsu Type Carburetor Steam Locomotive; and the female dragon and the two sexy girls that were fighting while being on the backs of two dinosaurs had all been spell-sent to the mansion while the magazines had all been purchased with cash that had come from her and her family's savings, which was becoming a little on the low side. Eshal, along with getting a model kit of a mare and foal, had gotten two new dresses and a blouse—she, though disclosing her wish in not getting anymore models, had thanked her for what she had gone out of her way in getting for her; it seemed that she had liked the dresses and blouse more than the model.
"Just like doing my models with some tunes going on in the background." Bile replied.
"You're crazy," Angel said. She gave her son a smile before going on to telling him why she was there. "You remember the necklace that you gave to Lazeer this morning?"
"Yeah, the Eagle Claw." Bile nodded his head.
"After buying it, did you keep the card that it was on?" Angel asked.
"Course. Always keep them cards—good thing to keep in case something happens to the necklace and a replacement is needed to be gotten for it." Bile said. "Why?"
"Because the one that you let Lazeer borrow was destroyed—your brother was attacked by Baruk and his gang about thirty minutes ago; Baruk's the one responsible for destroying it."
Bile sighed after hearing what happened between his brother and Baruk and his minions; if he had been there, Lazeer might well of come out from what occurred nearly unscathed and Baruk, Gaajah, and Bohir might well of been sent to the hospital. He was instantly infuriated after hearing of Lazeer's arm being broken, and of his ribs being injured, and of the other injuries that he had on himself—when was it to end? It seemed that with each new arrival the bullying increased—okay, so the adults looked to of dropped out from bullying his mother, and from trying to get them to be as they wanted them to be, but the kids were upping the anti in taking their places. He had a good mind in tracking down the ones who had harmed his brother and then teaching them a lesson on who to and not to mess with.
"What's the problem with everyone in this place? If the ones who did what they did to Lazeer were your sons they'd not be doing as they are, and the parents of them kids wouldn't be letting their kids' antics get so far out of hand if they were like you too. You taught us well, and right from wrong, why couldn't the other adults in this place do the same with their kids?" Bile asked. While he and his brothers had their occasional brawls and pick-ons, they left the bullying alone; not once had they partaked in bullying one another or someone that was around them.
"Everyone's raised differently, Biley." Angel replied.
All of his man's necklaces were in the top drawer of his dresser; the cards that they had been on when he had purchased them were in the same drawer. After a few seconds of searching, he found what his mother needed then closed the drawer. No, he felt no remorse for letting Lazeer wear his Eagle Claw necklace or in it being destroyed while on his watch—Baruk was the cause of the necklace being destroyed so he placed the full of his anger on him.
With the card in-hand, he turned to take it to his mother; she, despite looking rather beautiful that afternoon, was stressed out, which did more than piss him off. She was getting help in the kitchen, and in getting the food to the table, and the adults looked to of calmed down around her, but the kids' actions were just causing her so much stress and anxiety... when was it going to end? Was it going to continue until she exploded, or had a sort of stroke, or was someone finally going to come to their good senses in stopping the bully-doing kids from doing what they were? He was still surprised that the old man hadn't thrown anyone out—he was threatening people but that was all; no attempt on his end was being made to stop what was going on.
"Lazeer alright?" he asked while giving her the card to the necklace that had been destroyed that afternoon.
"Yes. He's in his room, probably taking a nap right now." his ma replied after taking and then pocketing the card. After the card was safely on her person, she nodded her head then turned to leave the room. "Be careful of that stereo now. Don't let it make you go deaf."
"Going deaf by way of a stereo sounds fun, ma." he said before going to turn his stereo back up.
She laughed, then rolled her eyes, then closed the door to her son's room; she wouldn't be but so surprised if she heard of her son using the Silencer spell to mask the sound of his music after she left the room that he had been given to inhabit—along with knowing her son well she also knew that he was one for having the volume dial on the item that he was listening to his music on up high.
After going down to the house's two, lower levels, then looking around for her husband, she was surprised to find that he wasn't able to be found; seeing as her husband wasn't able to be found, and seeing as time was looking to be going by slowly, she decided to return to the house's second level. Once on the level, she went to her and her husband's bedroom chamber, where she drew a bath then got in. She spent around thirty minutes to an hour in the tub before getting out—the intention for the long, soothing bath was to both have the time go by faster and to lessen her stress; after getting out of the tub, she found that she was a little more relaxed. The bath had done what she had wanted it to do.
After grabbing and then wrapping a towel around herself, then leaving the tub, she went to the room that she was an infrequent sleeper in; once she was in the room, she started looking for something to wear—this task of hers was no more started before ending. Tazir, just two days ago, had surprised her with a few gifts; after giving her what he had, he had asked her if she'd wear them on one of the days of that week—while Irka, Cyla, and Dara Dara weren't favoring to what Tazir purchased or asked for her to wear, she always cherished what he bought for her and she did try to wear what he got for her.
The dress that she donned was long, and covered in red sequins; it had no back on it and its front was very low-cut. The sandals had gold laces on them that were decorated with red rhinestones; the silver rhinestone and ruby necklace, that she placed around her neck, matched the dress and the shoes well. After donning all of this, then doing her hair, then checking her reflection in the mirror, she left the room—Tazir, she did recall, had said something about the gown having a spell on it that'd make the younger members of the household not see it for what it really was. All the children would see was a single piece, red sequin gown; no skin of hers would be seen by them, thank the Gods.
Regardless of the spell being present on the dress, she still encountered some folk who were against her wearing what she was; Dara Dara, who was seen as coming down the hallway, towards her, stopped to tell her to return to the room that she had come from and then remove what she was wearing for something more presentable—she thanked her for her "compliment" on her dress-style before moving on down the hall—, and Triskull, who was coming from his given room, eyed her before saying that she should really consider a better wardrobe choice—again, she put forth the thank-you comment on the given compliment before moving on.
After going down the hall, then trying the door to her husband's office, and finding it as locked, she sighed then turned to go back down the hallway. She had no more done this before finding herself as walking into Trivit, who seemed to of put "the sneak" maneuver on her after noticing that her back was turned to him.
"Tazir's habit in taking good care of you looks to still be going on." TrivitVile said before stepping back to take in her outfit. "Mmmm," he gave a smile after taking in her outfit. "very good care indeed."
"Always has and, I do believe, always will." Angel said while trying to move past Trivit. The man prevented her from going past by blocking her.
"How is it that you still find yourself as being so neat and trim after birthing four children, Angel? What's your secret?" he asked.
"Being active and being a mother to my kids."
The side that was currently being exhibited in TrivitVile Afck Surfeit had always been loathed by her; it didn't matter if the man was single or not, or if the woman that he was flirting with was family or was single or not—along with doing the "sneak" maneuver on anyone who's back was turned to him, then doing the tap-thing on the shoulder after sneaking up on that person, he was a big flirt. So far, since his arrival, she had caught him dropping the flirts on both Ashaklar, Qeeta, and Dara Dara—like her, they hadn't liked his doing so. They had done just about everything to get away from him after the flirts were brought out.
TrobrencusVile, while also being a rather flirty man, was known for keeping his flirts with the female members of his family to a low degree; he complimented his female family members about their dress sense, and he might say an off-thing about how their hair was set, but he didn't do the full-blown flirting thing with them. It was people of non-relation to him, and people who worked the households of the ones that were related to him, that he concentrated his flirting energies on—since his arrival, she had caught him as throwing more than enough flirts in the Goblins' direction, and in the direction of some of the male members of the Ubalki family too.
The man swung both ways but he claimed to like women more than men; to her, he was giving a little too much evidence to his being Bi—along with throwing his usual flirts at the male and female staff members, and at Efagti, Amadh, and Cheshire, he had also been seen as trying to grab their asses or "caress" their inner legs with his cane. Despite his being flirty with the hired help, and with the mature male members of the Ubalki family, and despite his being a help in getting the adult members in the house to calm down and leave her and her sons be, the same old Trobrencus was still being exhibited—he had yelled at several of the maids, his cane had been used on Homsi, Zshon, and Ulok twice now, and his fist had been throw in Abevo's direction once; when confronted on doing this, he claimed that he had come across them "slouching" on the job. Both she and Tazir had told him to stop abusing the staff twice now.
She, in order to get away from Trivit, went down to the first level; once she was free of his company, she returned to the second level then went straight to her husband's office. After knocking, then being told to come in, she twisted the door's knob then pushed the door in. It took just one look for her to know that some sort of meeting was going on in the room—Tazir was at his desk while Homsi, Eldass, Losal, and Kalach were either standing before him or were sitting on one of the room's available furniture.
"Am I interrupting anything?" she asked after entering the room.
"No, come on in Angel." TazirVile said after seeing that it was her who had knocked on the room's door. He beckoned for her to come forward. "We were just talking about the boys having some interacting time with some of their old childhood friends."
It didn't take long for her to figure out why the four Goblins were in the room, or why the subject on her sons' childhood friendships had been brought up—Bile and Lhaklar, when they had been very little, had been allowed to interact and create friendships with the hired help's kids. While there had been a few girls that they had been allowed to play with, they had mostly hung around the male kids that were either brought up from the staff's quarters or that were driven from their parents' homes to the mansion; in comparison, Eshal, who had also been allowed to interact and make friends with the offspring of the hired help, had concerned herself with hanging around the ones that were her gender.
Hazaar and Lazeer, due to being infants at the time of their removal from the house, hadn't had a chance to become friends with anyone; if what was being spoken about was what she thought it was, they might just be getting the chance to get that opportunity.
When she walked by Homsi, she saw that he was rather reluctant to conversate on his sons coming up from the staff's quarters and then meeting and interacting with her sons—with all that was going on in the house in the known, she wasn't offended by this. He was concerned that his two sons might be bullied by Baruk and the two that seemed to take firm command from him; from what she was able to see, Losal and Kalach were also worried about this. Eldass looked to be very for his sons to come over.
With Bile and Lhaklar being bigger, and taller, than the kids that they had once chummed with, she made a mental note to keep an eye on them—if what was going on was what she thought it was, and if it was agreed upon to happen, she didn't want her sons to get too overzealous or cause unintended harm to one of the kids that might be coming either up from the staff's quarters or from their parents' houses to see them.
After taking a seat on the room's couch, she detected the eye of her husband being on her; after feeling this, she gave him the signal to go on with what he was doing, which he promptly did.
"Right then," TazirVile said. He cleared his throat before going on. "I understand your concerns about Baruk, Gaajah, and Bohir—they're correctly placed, as are your concerns about Sudir, Selik, and Syamsin." when he stopped to clear his throat again, Angel began to wonder if he wasn't well, or was nervous. After leaning forward, to see him a little more clearly, she saw that he was a little on the sweaty side; his eyes were a little less silvery, and looked to be a little sunk in, and his hands were both cupped before him and were a little shaky. All of this gave her cause to be concerned for him. "I'm planning on being out there when the meeting occurs—nothing that'll cause anyone or anything harm will happen while their seeing the boys."
"Pardon, sir, but what about Uevaa and Kaasa?" Kalach asked. "The last I want is for one of them to take up where the others left in making trouble for you, your wife, and the Young Masters, or for the children that have been asked to see your sons."
"They've been constrained to their chambers for the next few days—for their actions against Eshal and Defe two days ago. Before anyone asks, Syamsin is being watched by his grandfather—and pretty damn well too." TazirVile replied. "I'm keeping my eye on Tralisa—just in case she decides to become involved with any of the childish bullying that's going on in the house."
"When and where will this meeting take place?" Eldass asked.
"I'm leaving the decision on when its to happen to you four fine chaps." TazirVile answered before going on to answering the 'where' portion of the question that had been asked. "The front is where it'll take place—new scenery for the boys, and a chance for them to see what all there is in the front—"
"Will you gentleman be so kind as to give me a moment with my husband?" Angel asked the four Goblins.
Homsi gave his employer's wife a look before getting up then leaving the room; Eldass, who had been sitting in the chair beside him, did the same while Kalach and Losal simply nodded their heads then turned to go to the door. Angel, after the four men were out of the room, stood up then went to her husband.
At the time of her husband's alarm going off, and of his getting up from bed, he had been fine; very healthy and happy—course, the latter could be based on the fact that he and she had engaged in more than plain fondling or bed play last night. Even though a condom had been used, it had been nice to do what they had. At the moment, he didn't look all that healthy or happy. After reaching him, then placing her hand on the flat of his forehead, she noted that he was a little hot—not feverish, no, but hot nonetheless—and that his reflexes weren't what they normally were. After noting his temperature, she spoke to him.
"Strange—you're sweaty, and a little hot, but you're not feverish."
"Haven't had anything to drink since breakfast." TazirVile replied.
"Tazir!" she exclaimed. She left the room; only after retrieving a pitcher of water, and a glass from one of the house's kitchens, did she return to the level that the room was on and then to the room. Her husband, she was fast in noting after returning to the room, was still all by his lonesome, and was still looking rather poorly. She placed the glass before him then she poured some of the pitcher's water in it right after entering the room.
"You should never allow for yourself to get to this level of dehydration, Taz." Angel said. She prodded him into drinking all of the water that was in the glass, and in the next two glasses that she made for him too. Only after them three glasses were drunk did she say, "Look better."
"Mmmmm. Yes, but you look more my taste in having something to drink, My Love." TazirVile replied. His smile was automatically returned by the one that she gave him.
"Instead of doing the lengthy thing between taking down any liquids you should drink something once every thirty or so minutes." Angel said. "And especially now that you're pregnant with numbers four through eight."
"Very funny, Angel." TazirVile laughed regardless of trying to be serious. "I'm leaving the issue of carrying babies, and of giving birth to them, to you. I'm not made for doing neither of that."
Homsi, Eldass, Kalach, and Losal were given the call to return to the room after Tazir was back to being his old, normal self; the meeting, that she had put a pause to, commenced without a hitch right after they were back to being in the room. She merely listened while the men spoke of what was to happen between her sons and the ones who were desired to meet and interact with them. In all, it took around fifteen minutes for everyone to agree to a set system on what was to happen between the children; when everything was set "in stone" the four Goblins were given their cue on going back to doing what they had formerly been doing. After the four men left the room, she stood from the couch that she had, once again, taken to sit on; she went to her husband right after standing up.
"So," she said after the four men were out of the room. "Do I need permission to use one of the phones that're in here or—"
"My love, this is your home too—no permission is needed to be gotten for either you or the boys to use one of the phone's that're set-up in here." TazirVile responded quickly. After seeing her as grabbing the phone that was on his desk, he asked, "So, is the expected callee someone I know, or are you calling an old Earth-flare?"
"Stayed abstinent during my tenure on Earth." Angel replied while going to sit on his lap. She was in no way, shape, or form surprised that he grabbed her before she had a chance to sit on him. His arms, though tightly wrapped around her middle, weren't but so tight, so she was able to breathe.
"My good wife," TazirVile said while nuzzling the side of her face. After nuzzling her, he kissed her then released her. "Did the same as you—my hand was the only thing that I used during your absence."
"So that's why you have that vast collection of hand puppets in our bedroom chamber." Angel laughed. "I can imagine what all there is in the drawer that's locked on our dresser."
"Had a feeling that you was trying to get into my private lubricant stash last night." TazirVile joked.
"Tsk, my good man."
"The drawer on our night table is also locked, if you haven't noticed." TazirVile confided. "The collection of magazines, that I used when one of my "puppets" was on my hand, is in it."
"Be sure to keep that under the boys' radar." Angel said. "They do have an uncanny ability of picking locks."
"I'll remember that."
Since she was on the lap of her husband, and had no privacy in making the call that she wanted to make, she false-dialed a number then waited until the recording said that she had called an unlisted number; after leaving a "message" to the number that was dialed, she placed the handset on its station then reached back to give Tazir a little affection.
They kissed, then caressed one another, then spoke sweet nothing's before she excused herself then got up. After leaving his office, she went down the hall to where one of the hallway-placed phones were; when the phone's handset was in her hand, she started dialing the number for not her father but the Bedali residence.
Duru had been a most unhappy man after returning to the World of the Known; after finding that most of his children had taken up residence on another planet that was in the M-51 Galaxy, he had started asking for all of them to pack up and then "come home". Of the ones that he had tried to get back on Gamma Vile, only Kulabai, the youngest daughter from his first marriage, had done as he had wished. Kulabai was seen by most of her sisters as being Daddy's Favorite, so it hadn't been a surprise to any of them that she had dropped her life on Yunkia, a planet that was two up from Moas, and then moved in with their father—the woman had stayed with the man for a number of months before going out to find herself an apartment, which, to her knowledge, she still had.
Kulabai was one of Duru's same-sex preferring daughters; she, though having many lovers in her life, had been single at the time of her and her sons' "disappearance".
"Try as he might, he wasn't able to get Tazzy to move back to Gamma Vile. Even after Bile and Lhaklar were born, and he started making the near-monthly requests for him to do so, he never did." she thought after dialing the Bedali home-number. While waiting for her call to be picked up, she thought, "To my knowledge, my great-grandfather still has an issue with just about all of the men that his female relatives are married to."
Which she thought wasn't fair; though being of a peasant background, the non-Surfeit men in the family were good folk, and they did seem to treat their partners well.
Majeer Doshluna, the husband of Vaiba, who was her great-grandfather's seventh-born daughter, was said to not be very presentable—he was very presentable in her mind and eye, and his profession was a good one as well. Majeer, despite being rather short in stature, which Duru also had qualms with, was an electrician by trade, and he worked very hard with any task that he was given. According to her great-grandfather, he was mean—he wasn't—, and lazy—he wasn't—, and neglectful—this was definitely not true; he loved his wife, who also loved him, and he loved his children, who were also quite well taken with him.
Kokan Hyunduzia, the husband of Takke, who was one of the daughters of Vaiba and Majeer, was said to be very distractive and lazy when he wasn't; Duru mainly didn't like him because of the fact that he and his wife only had one child—a son who was a little older than Bile and Lhaklar. Kokan was a fine man; though shy, he could be talkative when the right subjects were spoken of. Like Majeer, he regarded himself well with his family and his family did more than reciprocate that.
Bushon Bedali, the husband of Kashira, who was the daughter of Bekla and Keibo Sebatu, and who was another granddaughter of Duru's, was also not liked by the man. Duru claimed that he was an illiterate fool, and that his driver's license had only been given to him as a way to get him out of the building—Bushon was a very smart man, and he had passed his driver's test on the second try, which was basic for just about everyone who went to get their license to drive. Due to having his leg snapped in half by one of his classmates when he had been a student at Goboshu's Academy of Meanness, he walked with a limp; he had been pulled out of that school and then enrolled in another right after his leg was injured. After being enrolled in what Duru called a peasant's school, he had gotten a degree in both Economics and Engineering.
"Hello Tazir—we got your invite a few hours ago. We'll be over at around suppertime so if—" Bushon started to say; Angel was gentle in cutting him off.
"Yeah, I don't think Tazzy looks anything like who's on the other end of the phone."
"Yikes! I would say so!" Bushon exclaimed. She imagined him as growing red around the cheeks. "How's it going over there? Any wars going on that I need to know about?"
"Want to say yes and no." Angel replied.
"Duru?"
"Use to be. After Trob came over, he and his wife, and my grandparents and Shaam, did a retreat. It's now their kids that are giving me, and my husband, a headache." Angel explained.
"Surprised about hearing that Shaam's been involved in whatever's going on over there. What're the kids doing?" Bushon asked.
"The usual—being bullies, and beating up on folk that they either don't like or that they just have it out for." Angel replied.
"Damn. Well, I can assure you that Ladira won't be becoming apart of that. She knows better." Bushon said. "I can imagine how stressed out you are with all that going on."
"Yeah, your imagining is probably not far from what I'm feeling." after saying this, she asked him about his family; instead of just jumping into what she wanted to speak with him about, she figured that it was best to be friendly and familial with him. "Still have one child?"
"No—Kashira and I have three now. Two boys and a lonesome girl." Bushon replied. "Wyir is just a wee thing—he's two hundred and nine—while Sekton's not far behind him—he's three hundred and twelve."
"Congratulations, Duru never said a thing."
"No surprise. Wouldn't be surprised if he doesn't know a thing about them—we haven't heard from him since your and your sons' disappearance, and he wasn't available to see them being born." Bushon responded. "Don't think Tazir knows either. He's been too preoccupied with finding and then bringing you and your sons home to keep up with the day to day happenings of the family."
Before telling him what she and some of her sons were experiencing, and then asking him if he knew of anything to stop it from being experienced, she told him about their having a dog—seeing as he asked her to repeat what she had told him about Zanra, she figured that he was both surprised and doubtful over the animal being in the house. Personally, she was still surprised that she was in the house too, and that Tazir had warmed up to her like he had.
After finding and then taking the puppy from the tree orchard, she had hustled Tazir into scheduling a vet appointment for her; while one of her feet had been noted as being tender, and while she had been "diagnosed" as being highly agitated, she had passed her appointment with flying colors. While on the way home, she had stopped to pick up some things that the puppy could use and that would get them by for the next week to week and a half—hard and soft puppy food, some puppy-appropriate toys, some puppy training pads, and a dog bed, for starters. Though she still didn't like the idea of having any sort of credit cards on her—while she wasn't stingy, or shallow, with the paper money that was given to her, or with the cards that Tazir had gone out of his way to get for her, she was reluctant in using the money that was technically her husband's and that he had worked hard to get; the idea of her becoming like Bespe, or in allowing herself to become "adapted" to the rich person's lifestyle, just wasn't a good one for her—she was glad that she had had them on her on that day because, if not for them few Moas-issued credit cards, she wouldn't of been able to get what she had for the puppy. About two hours after she and the puppy returned home, and after the puppy was a little more rested up, and after everyone in the house was a little more calm, she had asked for all of her children to grab a pencil and a few slips of paper.
The children had been having a time in naming the puppy so she, as a way to help them in doing this chore, had requested for them to do what Bile had "joked" about their doing on January 2. After around twenty pieces of paper were put in one of Tazir's old hats, she had shuffled them around before reaching in to take one out—Hazaar's Zanra had been on the slip of paper that she had taken from the hat; her son, along with winning "rights" to having the newly named puppy sleep in his room, had gloated about his name being picked for her for around an hour before being told to stop.
Tazir, the day after the puppy was named, had been found as both playing with her and slipping her certain food items from the table; as of the last few days, she had found herself as chiding him for his doing the latter thing—most of the men in the house had laughed at her doing this while the women were either on her side or had chided her for getting on him for "bonding" with the animal. Tazir was the one responsible for getting Miss. Zanra a collar, complete with tags, and a leash and harness; the three months of dog food and treats, and the box of toys, had also been purchased by him. The vet appointment, where she was to get her shots, was scheduled for tomorrow—no qualms had been made on his getting it made for her, and he was actually very for his taking her to it. Along with being very open to her going into his office, he was open to her wandering the house unsupervised.
She, after speaking about their having a dog, told Bushon all of what she and some of her sons were experiencing with the entity; with everything disclosed, she waited for a reply. While waiting, Homsi exited the room that he was in then came towards her.
"Going by the description that you've given me, it sounds like you've let a demon attach itself to you." Bushon said after being silent for nearly two minutes. After saying this, he went on to telling her what she should do. "First off, you need to be and stay calm—do you know the spell that'll cause demonic figures who've willingly or unwillingly attached themselves to you to become unattached?"
"Elimination Demoniaque?"
"Yes, that one. Say it, then make a dry potion—the one made for protecting one's self should do the trick. It'll keep the figure from reattaching itself to you. Brew it, put it in a small jar, then wear it. Don't take it off for a month." Bushon said. "Got all that?"
"Got it, thank you." Angel said.
"Alrighty then, I shall see you shortly so, if you have any other questions, or concerns, keep them until then." Bushon said. They said their goodbyes then hung up; Angel, after stepping away from the phone, found herself as coming very close to stepping on Homsi, who was standing almost directly behind her.
"Mistress, is everything alright?" Homsi asked after he and she stared at one another for a full thirty seconds.
"Yes, just having a normal, pleasant conversation with a member of the family." Angel replied.
"You sure? Elimination Demoniaque doesn't sound like something a normal conversation would have in it." Homsi said.
"Everything's fine, Homsi." Angel said. She walked around the Goblin then she went down the hallway. Seeing as she had nothing to do, she decided to go to the library before meeting up with Ashaklar, Qeeta, and Bahne—the subject of what was to be made for that night's meal had yet to be spoken of between them.