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�� Liz,
hidden behind a grey concrete pillar, watched from the corner of the main B.P.R.D.
hall as Mark Willis, the agent she maimed, mingled among his work family. It
was a simply a visit. The injuries he sustained, the ones she gave him, were
far too severe for him to ever hope of coming back to regular work.
�� Every
feature and hair on his face was melted away, making him look like nothing more
than a flesh covered skull. Dark holes where his eyes should have been, sunken
cheeks and sharp chin. The skin healed in gloppy patterns, pitted and shiny,
darker in colour in some places while bleached white in others. He looked
horrible and scuttled around with the aid of a cane, but he still smiled.
�� It
was painful to see the supposed happy expression, the skin pulled back so
taught it looked as if it would tear and the skin around his eyes rumpled like
a sheet, exposing his off centred and imperfectly rounded eyes. He looked like
he was going to eat the men in front of him rather than share a laugh but even
so, Liz wanted to be there. She longed to be among the Agents who congratulated
him, hugged him, shared in elation of seeing him alive but she stayed hidden,
unseen in the shadow of an off jutting stairwell until Hellboy happened by.
�� He
was on his way to congratulate Agent Willis as well when the flash of pale
milky skin caught his eye. He strode over to where Liz huddled, her arms folded
tightly, fingering the cross around her neck, her face hidden behind her black
hair.
�� You
want to walk over with me?� he asked. Liz said nothing and he eased into the
space with her, putting a reassuring hand on her slender shoulder. �I�m sure
he�d appreciate that.�
�� Yea,�
She rolled her eyes. �That would be the first thing I�d want to see. The woman who turned me into a walking stick of jerky.�
�� The
woman who saved his life,� Hellboy
corrected. �If it hadn�t been for you, Willis, Tamara and maybe a lot more
agents would�ve gotten hurt.�
�� I
am not sure he sees it the same way you do,� she said, her hand over her eyes.
She tried to forget the images, the sounds, but every time she looked at him,
they battered her mind. She could still see him, black burnt skin cracking and
flaking as he reached out of the flames, beseeching her for mercy.
�� Well,
there is only one way to find out.� Hellboy said, grasping her by the shoulder.
Liz fought him a little but it the damage had already been done. It was kinda� hard to miss Red when he
walked around the ashen grey B.R.P.D. halls and impossible to miss him as he
squabbled with the pale petite agent.
�� The
laughter of the group of agents faded as they neared. Every face turned and looked
at the both of them like they were outsiders and Liz felt she could have
shrivelled up and dissolved on the spot. Hellboy felt the sudden chill from the
others as well but tried kept the ball rolling. He offered the Agent his hand
and a wide white smile.
�� Willis.
Dare I say you look better than ever?�
�� There
was utter silence. Liz looked at Hellboy with slack jaw and the other Agents
shook their heads in quiet disapproval. They didn�t find the joke funny in the
least, but no one was going to tell the towering demon that.
�� I
still look heaps better than you, big guy.� Willis said taking the hand
firmly with a rattling chuckle. Hellboy pulled him into a soft hug and then set
him back, patting his shoulder.
�� In
all seriousness, I�m glad you�re a-walkin� and a-talkin�,�
�� So
am I,� he said with that plastacine smile that made
Liz wince. She feared his skin would tear. �Been a hard
couple months.�
�� I�m
sure,� Hellboy nodded. He patted Liz�s shoulder as he spoke, �Well, Agent
Sherman and I just wanted to come over here and give you a bit of a salute.�
�� Willis
turned to the woman and stiffened in posture at what he saw. Liz looked at him
with unshed tears in her eyes her hands clasped in prayer. With all her might,
she wished she could have control the freakish power that her body housed. Perhaps
then she could have spared this man a lifetime of grief, pain and suffering.
Liz fidgeted
nervously with her fingers, winding them in the arms of her sweater, wondering how
and when to say what needed to be said until out of the abundance of her heart,
her mouth spoke.
�� I�am
so sorry,� she began, emotion
trembling her voice. �I�I�wish,� She swallowed to calm herself but nothing
could stop her entire body from jittering like it did. How do you tell someone
you are sorry for ruining their face? Their body, their job,
their entire life? �If I coul-�.I�,� she breathed
heavily and held her cheeks. They were warm and nearly as red as Hellboy. They
were also so wet with tears.
�� Willis
scooted closer with the help of his cane. The agents around him tried to stop
him but he was determined and held out a hand to halt them. When he was in
arm�s reach he held Liz about the shoulders in a hug, the embrace was
surprisingly tight and warm. He squeezed her again and Liz unfolded her arms to
hold him back.
�� It�s
ok,� He took a deep breath and smoothed his gnarled hands across her back. �I
know, I know.�
�� Liz
let her face rest against him for a long moment before she pulled away. Her
arms went back to her waist, wrapping around it with her head lowered. Willis watched
her crumple onto herself with awful saddness.
�� While
a part of him was angry she did this to him, a greater and sadder part of him
knew it was his own doing. He took a chance in hitting her, inciting her to
manifest her powers. And while the result wasn�t what he had hoped for, he got
his sincerest wish. A chance to be reunited with his family, a chance to see
his baby girl turn into a woman and one day, Lord willing, the opportunity to
walk her down the aisle. He was thankful for what she did but Willis didn�t
know how to convince the woman of that fact. She resented her powers so much
she hated herself for having them.
�� Willis
reached out to touch her and then thought better of it, noticing Hellboy�s attention to his hand. His arm fell and he
instead took her hand, pressing a kiss on her petite fist.
�� Agent
Sherman...� He
paused a thoughtful moment and then gave a defeated sigh. He was at a loss as
to what to say besides a sincere and heartfelt, �Thank you.��
�� Willis
took a small step backward and the other agents moved around him then, moving
him toward the cafeteria and the party being held in his honour. As they walked
away, Liz felt a little bit better, like a weight had been lifted. Willis
gratitude had raised her spirit and she started to think she could survive the
guilt, perhaps carry on with her task like any other agent, when the laughter
among the collection of men began anew.
�� You
are a brave man,� one of them chuckled. �Playing with fire twice now.�
�� The
others laughed, including Willis and Liz�s heart fell. It felt like it burned
right out of her chest and plopped onto the floor a steaming mess of flesh.
�� What
had happened, that acceptance Willis offered her in that slender sliver of time,
was all an illusion. For a moment she felt like just another agent but the
reality was and would always be that she was a freak. And that was all they saw
her as. And how could they not, she
asked herself, looking up Hellboy. She was surrounded by them and possibly in
love with one.
�� Hellboy
moved to put his arm around Liz. He had the urge to laugh at the joke too but
he realised it hurt her somewhere deep. He tried to console her but she only
pushed him away, skirting down the hall toward her room.

�� Tamara,
from where she sat at her desk reading ancient Egyptian mythology, only saw a
blur whiz past her open door. The soft crying hitting her newly sensitive ears
told her it was Liz. Tamara set the book in her hands down and moved from the
table. She walked past her guards and for once they did not stop her. They saw
where she was going and knew why she went.
�� Let�s
give �em a moment,� Clay said walking further down the
hall, motioning the other agents to follow. He saw Agent Sherman like this
before and he considered it a blessing he wasn�t the one who would brave bodily
harm to talk her down this time.
�� I might wind up like Willis�

�� Liz
slapped her suitcase on the bed and ripped open the top two drawers in her
room. She started pulling out essentials and stuffing them in the hard shell
case with ire when Tamara spoke to her. Resting in the door way, the doctor
pulled back her long black tendrils, showing the dark marks that criss-crossed
her neck and shoulder.
�� What�s
wrong?� she asked softly, the tone a soothing caress.
�� Liz
paused a moment, her arms still rooted in the mess of clothes, and looked the
woman in the eye. �Do you ever get tired of being different?�
�� Who
is really the same?� the doctor shrugged. �We share a few things in common.
Maybe skin colour, where we were born, things of that sort�but we are all
essentially different.�
�� Liz
continued packing, �Some of us more than others,� she muttered.
�� Tamara
let herself inside and sat down at the edge of the bed, crossing her legs,
clasping her hands on top of her knees. She asked what happened and Liz told
her the quick and dirty version of Willis� return.
�� Tamara
flashed a small smile, �Liz, you know the Agents, especially the male ones, are a bunch of jocks. They make fun of
everyone. Themselves, you, and me,� she said bringing
her hand to her chest. She leaned over with an amused chuckle, �Do you know how
many times I got asked if I could see my way to having an �impulse� while one of
them bent over in front of me?�
�� Well
I�m glad you�re so adjusted,� Liz said bitterly. �I, on the other hand, don�t
like it when people stare and make fun.�
�� Ok,
ok,� Tamara readily capitulated, hoping to try a new approach with the woman.
She could admit she had an unusual sense of humour, even her beloved Abe didn�t
understand it and while Hellboy did, even he seemed to draw the line at his
horns. Everybody had their boundaries and it seemed Liz�s was being written off
as a freak. �I can understand you don�t find the humour in it. But I have to
ask, why would you let them drive you away from a place where you can be
yourself? Where everyone knows who you are?�
�� And
hates me for it?!� Liz muttered. �I hear them, Tamara. They wonder how monsters
can be allowed to protect the �normal� people from monsters.�
�� The
marks on the doctor�s arm rippled at the mention, �That sounds like Manning,� she
said sternly.
�� Yea,
well, maybe, but he�s right.� Liz said. �I am a monster and who knows who else
I�ll maim next time. You? Abe?
The Professor?�
�� But
we know and accept it,� Tamara reasoned, �Out there you�ll have to hide who you
are a��
�� Maybe
I want to hide!� Liz shouted.
�� Tamara
snapped her mouth shut and took a step back. The scar on Liz�s head was
glowing, the indentation turning a white hot orange-red. The room suddenly
smelled of brimstone. It was clear Liz was firm in her decision but even so, Tamara
had to press a little further, begging her to see the other side.
�� Don�t
go,� she begged a final time. �You will be missed more than you know.�
�� Liz
stopped packing her bags and looked at Tamara, she
mistakenly thought the doctor was speaking about herself. �Don�t worry, Tamara.
You�ll have Abe once they figure out how to cure you.�
�� And
who will Hellboy have?�
�� Liz
wrapped her arms around her waist, her cheeks suddenly flushed. �I don�t
understand what you mean by that.�
�� Talk about hard headed. Tamara left her
seat, her hands clasped almost in prayer. She wanted to tell her explicitly
what Hellboy feels for her, what she was obviously too sunk in her own self
loathing to see, but Abe�s warning made her hold back. She had to let the two
find one another without any outside force, their bond would be that much
stronger when they did and Tamara desperately wanted that for her friend.
�� You
grew up together,� Tamara said finally, stringing ideas together. She wanted to
give the woman a good reason to stay but not one that would betray Hellboy�s feelings. �You are his best friend. His closest confidant.
What will he do without your guidance?�
�� He
has the Professor. He will live,� Liz said shutting her suitcase.
�� Liz,
please see another side to this,� Tamara pleaded.
�� The
woman shook her head, stalking forward with intent carrying the scent of
hellfire with her, forcing the doctor to nervously back out of her room. �I
don�t want to talk about this anymore, Tamara. I�m leaving and that�s final.�
�� Tamara�s
foot stumbled over the threshold and Liz slammed the door shut in her face. The
woman pressed her head against reinforced entrance, balling and un-balling her
fists. Through the door she could hear the agent cry. Smell the salt in her
bitter tears, taste it on the air that touched her tongue. Tamara wished Liz
could see herself like some did. The compassionate and loving
woman who just happened to be able to command fire. The
heart of the B.P.R.D and its most fragile soul.
�� Tamara�s
hands slowly opened and she took a deep breath, finding the strength to walk
away. She turned from Liz�s door and started back to her own, sullenly going
back to re-read the books she had gone over a million times in the hopes of
finding something new. It felt useless but it was better than the alternative
which was staring at her ceiling thinking of all the things wrong with her
life.
�� The
doctor pulled her fingers through her hair and blew out a puff of air. She
paused halfway down the hall when she felt someone step behind her. She took a
few measured breaths, scenting the air and then took off, skirting around the
corner with speed. Her stalker ran after her. She could feel the thrum of their
heart, beating faster in their chest, hear the blood
bursting to coarse through their veins.
�� Tamara
could also hear the shout for her to stop, but she kept going, rounding the
corner that would lead to her room. She yelled for Agent Clay, Sands and Prentle or any of the other bodies on her detail but they
were gone, leaving her alone in the dimly lit hall with Abe. She pushed open
the door to her room and turned with speed to close it, but he wedged his body
in the doorway before she could.
�� You
know that I can shut this door on
you,� she said, flexing her abnormal might.
�� The
muscles of her arms bulged and Abe grit his teeth. �You can,� he gasped, which
was true enough. He could already feel his ribs bend and twist in his chest. �...But
I am hoping you won�t.�
�� Hearing
the pain in his voice made her step back. She growlingly warned him to stay
away but he opened the door and leaned in the doorjamb. �I just wanted to see
if you were ok,� he breathed, a hand massaging his aching sides.
�� You
know that I am,� she said with a nod. She clasped her hands in front of her lap
and stiffened her posture for inspection. �There isn�t too much that can hurt
me nowadays.�
�� I
know. I heard what happened in the surveillance room, when you were listening
in on our interrogation of SefuOnure.� Tamara, in a
burst of sudden anger at the mention of Djer, pinched
an electrical board in half before pitching it clear through a concrete wall.
Abe looked at the woman as she lowered her head and wrung her hands�strangely
without scar after tearing a ton of machine in half. �I know you weren�t hurt
physically, but�� he let out a long breath, �I guess what I am saying is if you
need to talk to a sympathetic ear.�
�� Tamara
would have liked to go over her thoughts with the man but she bit her lip.
She�d probably wind up crying which would make him that much harder to get rid
of. And he had to go away. Despite her fondest wishes, he couldn�t stay here.
�� Tamara
took a deep breath and raised her head, using her firmest tone. �As I have
said, I am fine.� she said �I�m just glad no one was hurt because of my
foolishness. Now if you will excuse me...�
�� She
motioned to the door with a nod of her head and Abe started to back through it.
She was cold toward him but her face told the truth. In her eyes, he could see
the hurt she tried to hide. �You must know it is not your fault,�
�� Yes
it is.� She said matter-of-factly. �I may have not sought to carry this thing,
but when Nek�kem manifests it is because I let him,
because I am too weak to control him. That boy died because I let my anger
consume me. Now, excuse me, please?�
�� Tamara
pointed outside but Abe stopped in the doorway and held the doorjamb to keep
him there just in case she thought to shove him. �These things were not meant
to be controlled. No one can help what they think in the moment of passion.�
�� But
they can control how they act!� she shouted, her stiff and disaffected fa�ade
cracking. �And for a split second, Abe, just a sliver of time,� she said
pinching air between her thumb and index finger to make a point. �I could feel
myself stopping him. Before I destroyed the surveillance room or the vending
machine, before I killed that boy in the church, there was a moment where I
could have stopped him�but I just couldn�t hold on. I wasn�t strong enough to
hold on.�
�� Tamara
turned sharply and wiped at her eyes. This was exactly what she did not want, to have him here while she cried
about her problems because as she predicted he came closer. His hands rested on
her shoulder and he hugged her from behind, his chin resting on the top of her
head. She clenched her hands and held them over her mouth, wondering if she
should use her fists to falcon punch him out of the room, but she couldn�t
bring herself to hurt him, ever.
�� One
hand and then the other left her face and found the arms around her waist, rested
over them, sliding down his patterned flesh. Tamara leaned into him and Abe
held her tighter, pressing a kiss against her cheek.
�� I
think maybe you undercut yourself in thinking you could not,� he said.
�� Don�t
give me that �if you believe in yourself� crap,� she snorted, dabbing her eyes.
�� This
is not like saying �clap your hands if you believe in fairies,� Tamara�although
they exist so there is really no need to believe in them...or clap,� he paused.
Tamara snickered at his sudden side-thought and the Abe shook his head, returning
his focus. He bent, his head rest against her neck, pressing a soft kiss there.
�What I was trying to say is that there is something to trusting in yourself
and your capabilities even when the odds are��
�� Impossible?�
she offered. She turned her head to look at him from the corner of her eyes.
�� Formidable,� he corrected, squeezing her
waist to reprimand her. �Impossible means they cannot be surmounted. Formidable
suggests that they can, but not without much effort.�
�� Tamara
faced forward again and gave a heavy sigh. The woman understood what he was
saying but she couldn�t bring herself to believe in it. If he knew how hard it
was, he would resign it as impossible as well. She closed her eyes and held his
arms tighter around her. Tamara wanted to enjoy the tender moment for as long
as she could before Clay and the others returned finally. And they would
return.
�� Abe
and Tamara turned together and looked at the open door with breath held.
Footsteps echoed in the hall, moving toward them, loud enough for both to hear.
Tamara tried to break away from the man but he held her firmly, hugging her
tightly. Abe reasoned he was already in trouble for simply being in her room so
he might as well enjoy being this close to her for as long as possible. To his
surprise, as if she heard his unspoken reasoning, Tamara replaced her arms on
his, lacing their fingers.
�� They
both took a deep breath as the person neared and exhaled when the man strode
past with a polite nod to the couple, seemingly nonplussed to see them together
as they were. He resumed reading the papers in his hand and Tamara let out a
nervous chuckle.
�� I
think that�s a sign,� she said unwinding herself from his arms. �You should get
going.�
�� I
will,� he nodded, reluctantly letting her move out of his hands. �But I came to
give you something.�
�� I am sure he did,� Nek�kem
chuckled.
�� Tamara
pushed Abe toward the door then, fighting the lustful impulse forking through
her. �You have to go. He knows you�re here.�
�� Just
let me give you this,� he said quickly, opening a pouch on his utility belt.
�� Tamara
could already see it was a chain and shook her head. She was ready to tell Abe
to give up on charms and trinkets when she felt her insides bristle and twist. Nek�kem sent her backward with a violent jolt, her arm
slinging back as if she were pulled in the direction.
�� Abe,
encouraged by the sudden reaction, followed her, holding the trinket in both
hands. �I took this off of the Ahemait. He had many
necklace pieces but I got the greatest impression from this one. He meditated
and prayed over it often�so did many others.�
�� Abe
offered the winged charm to her and Tamara shook, her body vibrating from sole
to crown. �He won�t let me take it.�
�� Then
I�ll put it on your neck,� Abe took a step closer and Tamara�s hand sprung open
like a trap, straining for what he held. �Or here,� he chuckled.
�� He
placed the necklace in her hand and Tamara hissed. She tried to take the thing
and put it around her neck but it simply hurt to hold it. �It burns...�
�� Abe
watched as her hands seemed to blacken wherever the charm lay. �Then perhaps you
shouldn�t do this,� he said reaching for it.
�� He
tried to take it away but Tamara moved away from him, raising it up and out of
his reach. It tall her concentration and effort to close her fist round it.�The burn means it�s working
right?�
�� Or
that it will kill you,� Abe said, the sudden realisation making him angrily
incessant. Tears were rolling down her cheeks now, her arm shaking as she
struggled to keep it closed. He was about to tell her to stop, if not for her
sake then his own as it was agonising to watch her endure it�when her hand suddenly
sprang open again. The necklace hissed as it was tossed atop her desk and
Tamara paced, flailing her aching hand.
�� Let
me see,� Abe sighed, taking a cloth from the bathroom behind her. He did not
even wait for her to offer her palm. He took her hands in his and inspected the
flaking black skin. He held a shard up to the light and made an amused sound.
�� Maybe
it�s allergic to onyx?� he wondered.
�� Maybe,�
she shrugged. �But he�s definitely gone now.�
�� Abe
dismissed them as pieces broken from the chain, not realising that the chain
itself was perfectly intact and still without flaw. He brushed her palm clean
and then pressed a kiss in the centre. He was rewarded to see the woman blush. He
wanted to hold her then, kiss away her tears, but he knew he shouldn�t. It was
already too much that they were holding hands.
�� Abe�s
shoulders slumped with his pained sigh. �I really wish things were different,�
he said, gazing in her eyes. �I spend most of my time�too much of my time,� he
chuckled, �thinking about what our lives would be like if they were.�
�� So
do I,� she smiled weakly. She laced her fingers with his and held his hand
tightly.
�� She
really wanted to wrap her arms around him then but she rested on restraint, convincing
herself holding his hand was enough�until he came closer. Her thumb feathered
his knuckles and Abe found himself leaning toward her. He made the first move,
putting his arm around her, kissing the hand he held. She rested her head
against his chest and somehow their mouths found one another.
�� Abe
held her with both hands then, crushing her body against his as he kissed her
deeply. He felt her arm reach out and opened his eyes when he heard the door
click shut behind them. Locking them inside and everyone, everything, else out. Tamara
gasped feeling his fingers rake down her back. He fisted his hands in the cheeks
of her ass and lifted her onto him, wanting her to wrap her legs around him.
She did and the cloth he held fell to the carpet, forgotten as he lay her down
on the bed and settled between her legs.

�� Tamara
closed her eyes with a sigh as his hands left her bottom and travelled down her
chest and belly, moving hungrily under the soft silk of her dress. The bumpy
texture of his palms made her bristle with pleasure especially when he circled
over her nipples. And he did�slow and deliberate�dreamily swirling patterns
into her soft flesh. The small tips of flesh hardened almost instantly, so much
so it hurt to have him toy with them but she dare not stop him. There was no
telling when they would be able to enjoy a moment like this again. How long she
would be conscious�in her right frame of mind�to register the softness of his
lips on her breasts and neck, the taste of his tongue in her mouth, the feel of
his finger sliding inside her wet folds.
�� Abe
slid his hand between her thighs and prodded her entrance tentatively at first.
She wore nothing underneath her frock, no black lace panties to frustrate him
as he sought her clit. He flicked the hard kernel of flesh with the curious
finger, watching as her react to the minute motion. The flush of her cheeks,
the sharp intake of breath and roll of her hips before her eyes settled on his.
He sank his finger inside and she moaned his name, curling her legs around his
back in that way that spoke of her hunger. Her desire for
him. Abe had known the emotion once upon a time, but it was such a
distance from his mind he did not know what it felt like and doubted it even
compared to this. Her hands slid over his cheeks, holding his face up to her.
She bit her lip as she stared at him, her hips still rolling, telling him with
eyes alone she wanted more than his slender fingers inside her.
�� Tamara
shuddered as he withdrew, his knuckles first and then fingertips, twisting and
toying with her clit as he moved his hand to grab the sheets. He stretched his
body over hers and she rose to meet him, pressing a kiss on his pink lips while
her hands slid past his waistband, easing down his tight shorts, caressing the
globes of his tight bottom. Abe shuddered, his fingers nearly ripping the
bedding. Her hands travelled round his slender hips to grip his dick. Her hand
closed around him and he moaned into her mouth, his stomach twitching as she
slowly stroked him and teased his head with her thumb. If he ever had a thought
of leaving the room, walking away from temptation, it was gone then. Shut out
by her hungry kisses and furiously pumping fist. Her moans
and soft noises against his heated skin. Not that he could will his muscles
to move at all anyway.
�� Her
hand on him felt so good the man had trouble holding himself up. His arms shook
as she slid all around him, her legs stroking his and his sides, encouraging
the thrust of his hips toward her hands. Her mouth pressed hot kisses against
his long neck, nipped the delicate fins there and then his shoulder as he
buried his face in her hair, smothering his throaty cry.
�� Tamara
felt the drip of pre-cum squish through her fingers and dug her heels into him,
guiding his hips down and his dick closer to her entrance. She wanted him to come
inside her, to feel him slowly pump his release deep in her body with each
pulse of his cock. Her legs hugged him closer and Abe brought his trembling
hands down over her breasts. He reached between their bodies, rumpling the
silken dress over her thighs to grasp the smaller hand that held his throbbing
flesh.
�� Tamara
made a kneeing sound against his chest. He made her toy with herself with dick.
With his hand over hers, he drew the tip of himself between her swollen lips,
bathing his erection in her wetness, tapping her clit in teasing. He watched
her squirm and gasp under him what seemed like forever, before finally easing
the tip inside her. Abe strangled a groan in his throat. Every part of her held
him so tightly. First her legs and arms, now her inner walls and her eyes. He
stared into her eyes as he grabbed her hips, lifting her toward him as he
thrust forward, joining their bodies sinfully, once...twice...a third time.
Long and hard drives into her soft body that made their flesh dance with
trembling.
�� He
moved faster and Tamara found herself unable to breathe. Abe knocked the wind
out of her with every forceful push until he started to cum. His hands jerked
as they travelled up her sides and over her breasts, reaching to grasp at her
own fisted in the covers above her head. Like an interlocking trap, their
fingers slipped between each other. Abe forced her hands back as he put more
weight into his strikes but she held him just as fiercely in return, her eyes
fastened on him just as tightly as her hands. It hurt. Their knuckles blanched
of colour, the delicate and numerous muscles of their wrists ached, but neither
wanted to let go; not now, not ever.
�� Nek�kem tsked disapprovingly,
disgusted with it all. �As if they could
hope to hold on to the moment forever...�

�� SefuOnure woke from his bed with a jolt. He sat bolt
upright, his tightly wrapped wounds digging into his already tight chest and
arms. He held his scimitars out in front of him with arms bended, one
protecting his face the other his healing stomach. He didn�t so much as hear
something as he felt it. It changed
the sense of the room. Darkened it. Gave
life to every yawning shadow. He was not alone now, but he could not see
his intruder.
�� Easing
one leg down, he moved from the bed, his back to the wall. In small steps he
moved to the room�s centre, where he could see every corner and hiding place,
but still there was nothing.
�� He
relaxed his arms some, letting them fall limply to his sides. He was beginning
to think Niuserre was right to order him to bed when
a muted flash caught his eye. It was the glint of light passing through glass,
shining. Sefu turned with arms raised again and
watched as a red headed man seemingly seeped from the darkness. The form of his
stocky, barrel-chested form bled from the shadows and relaxed in a chair next
to a small table. In his hand he lazily wound a small tumbler, stirring the
contents and tinkling the cubes of ice while he gazed calmly at the Ahemait warrior.
�� Sefu tightened his hands around the handles of his blades
and bared his teeth, �Speak or I will strike you down,� he snarled.
�� You
will try,� the man chuckled, his Southern accent apparent. He downed the brown
liquid in the tumbler and stood, fanning his coat as the burn warmed his body.
�But you will find I am nothing like
my sister, Priest. I will not let you bait me into making a mistake.�
�� The
man stepped closer, revealing his face, the fair cream skin and bright orange
hair. Sefu hissed his name like it was a disease, �Apris,� he scowled. �Why have you come here?�
�� To
offer you something you want,�
�� I
do not deal with your kind,� He growled when the Baw gave a salesman�s smile,
falsely warm, forced and dry.
�� But
you already have,� he said, brightly. �Do you think it is only the Ahemait who do not travel alone? I was there when you
killed my sister. I watched from across the valley as you had your men hold her
while you placed the chain upon her neck. I was also there when my brother
killed your boy. It was a pity that did not work out like I wanted...� he said,
stroking his jaw.
�� Sefu tilted his head, �Like you wanted,� he repeated with
questioning.
�� Apris chuckled a moment and then his face froze over
stiffly. He turned his head slowly like a confused girl, eyes lifeless and
black as night, �Like, who do you think, like, totally, brought you here?�
�� The
Priest shook his head, his mind suddenly clouded. �The C-c-card Reader?...� Naomi�s voice came, just as chipper and carefree, from
the towering hulk of a man. The sound of it sent a sobering chill through the
warrior and left bitter anger in its wake. It had been Apris�
treachery that brought them here. He had used them to exterminate his own
siblings and sacrificed Djer�the closest thing he had
to a son�in the process.
�� Sefu roared his outrage and slung his arm, clipping the
collar of the man�s expertly tailored coat. Apris
reclined letting the blade breeze by his face and then rushed forward, grasping
the warrior by the throat. He pinned him against the wall and took his index
and middle finger and struck him where he knew it would hurt, right in his
bloody bandages. Sefu roared and looked down with
trembling. The cloth that tightly wound his wide and toned waist started to
spot with red until blood dripped like a faucet down his leg.
�� You
may want to listen to what I have to say,� Apris sneered,
twisting his hand, gaining another strangled groan.

�� Niuserre woke slowly; he heard groaning from the adjacent
room. At first he thought it was Sefu, struggling
with the pain of his slow healing, when next came a fierce roar. Niuserre whipped out of the bed and took up his weapon, a
pair of blades. Ra�neb hearing the stir,
did the same, hefting his sledgehammer in his hands. They approached the door
that jointed their rooms and Niuserre instantly felt
something was amiss. A darkness held the room and grew
stronger with every passing second.
�� He
looked over his shoulder to Ra�neb and stepped back,�� Break it down.�
�� The
muscled warrior moved forward and Niuserre yelled for
his brothers in the next room, calling everyone to arms.

�� The
door burst open and Apris let Sefu
slide down the face of the wall. The Priest landed with a hard thud and held
his aching sides, his trembling hands covered in his own blood. Niuserre rushed to his side, adding pressure to the wound
with his hand as he looked angrily over his muscled shoulder. The Ba who did this �hung the window. His arms draped in the
frame of the thing, his pink tongue licking the blood from his knuckles like a
cat does with cream.
�� Apris smacked his lips, taking pleasure in the bitter
copper pang. �Until our next meeting, Priest.� he smirked, before stepping
outside the window like it wasn�t a twenty foot drop down.
�� In
the hopes of following what he knew would be a feather light trail Ra�neb leapt out after him. Two other Brothers followed the
hulking warrior while the other two leapt out the window on the opposite side
of the building. Niuserre moved to pursue as well,
but Sefu yoked him. He fisted his hand in the scruff
of the man�s neck and pulled him down to his side.
�� We
must collect the female now,� he hissed, struggling to stand. �It is time to
end this.�

A/N: pinkhare,
this one has the smexy, eh? gemberling,
your comment made me lol. I do consider it a badge of
honour a lesbian finds the worthwhile despite the absence of F/F action! Thank
you both for commenting, :D
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