Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 10:53 pm
by suicide_eagle_rath
Warning: Sexual Content
Book 1: Section 2: Chapter 5: Part 7 of 7
Gone but Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 2: The Crack Widens
Chapter 5: The Rockin’ R
~ Biker Warrior ~
Timeline: The Next Day
“You're like an angel with the sweetest smile but when you use it you're one evil child. Oh oh, that's what brings me back again” “Behavior” by Majandra Delfino
“Hey. I am talking to you.” Rath looked up shielding his eyes from the sun as the blurry figure stepped into its shadow. Slowly the figure cleared up and Rath found himself face to face with Michael. “What is with you?”
“Me what is with you?” retorted Rath as he changed into his previous form.
“So that is what I looked like.” Michael eyed Rath up and down as he walked around him. “Not bad, not bad at all. Tell me are we packaged similar?”
Rath let out a loud laugh and smiled, “Haven’t had any complaints.”
“That is good to hear, means we must have had some action. So tell me how do the women rate on Antar?”
“Fine very, very fine, you would like, and yes we have had lots of action, as you so eloquently put it.” Rath felt the Dark Waters recede as he bantered with Michael. It was not the same as with Zan or Vilandra but it would have to do. Rath suddenly made a couple of chairs appear out of nothing. “Sit!”
Michael grabbed a chair and straddled it looking Rath in the eyes.
“Your eyes are funny colored, dark silver not black. Why?”
“I, no we, carry the last of the ancient blood lines; the original royal race had silver eyes.”
“You need a hair cut.” Michael noted as he picked up a hand full of Rath’s hair; it was platinum blonde in color, you could see a slight silver tinge to it. The tresses were thick and lush as they fell mid-way down his back. One side was done in four long braids encrusted with golden beads and bound together as it draped down his back. “What are these?” Michael reached over and pulled one of the braids forward looking at the beads.
“Warrior braids, each beads represents a battle that I was victorious in.” Rath turned his back to Michael allowing him to examine the beads.
“How many beads are there,” Michael was looking closely at them; there were finely etched markings that described the name of each battle and the number dead. “How is it that I can read these?”
“There are 178; the only battle I ever lost was the last one, the battle at Zalafar. You can read them because we are becoming one, merging with each other.”
Michel stopped and took his chair around and sat again in front of Rath
“What do you mean merging? Why have you been playing games with me? Why are we here? What is going to happen to us? Did it hurt to die?”
“Questions... questions... questions… Michael you are always looking for answers. Relax the time is coming soon when all your questions will be answered. Soon Antar will call for us to return, I can feel it.”
“Answer my questions what do you mean by merging, do you mean that I will become you.”
“You fear that don’t you? You fear becoming me. I was a warrior not some murderous monster.”
“You killed people, right?”
“Yes, thousands, millions, perhaps billions in the wars. I commanded a vast army and I am ultimately responsible for every death my soldiers took. However, it was in defense of Antar, my home, my King, the Crown. It was not murder, but duty.”
“It is because of you that I almost killed Max, why I feel this rage this anger deep inside me. It’s you to blame isn’t it.” Michael looked at Rath, he was angry.
“No, Michael, it was not because of me that you almost killed Max. You were not prepared for the seal and that additional boost of power sent you into the Dark Waters, it is the rage that you feel deep down inside.’
“I don’t understand.”
Rath sighed and stood up he paced a few feet then turned around. “You need to understand a few basics. So sit back, listen, and shut up for a change.”
Rath sat back down rubbing his chin and lips trying to decide how much information Michael could handle right now. “This is not the first time you were reborn,” Michael jumped forward to speak when Rath held up his hand, “quiet and wait. As I was saying, this is not the first time you have been reborn. The DNA used to create you, me, in our lives was from an ancient warrior known as Atarh. He was Antar’s greatest military mind and King. He lived thousands of years ago. His home world was dying and he reestablished his people on a new planet named after his home world of Antar. He subdued the local races in and around the known galaxy and every since then the House of Rath ruled Antar as well as the federation of the five planets, that is until a few hundred years ago when we gave rule to the House of Thardan, Zan is descended from that house.”
Rath paused for a minute to let the information soak in.
“Are you still with me?” Michael nodded his head yes. “Okay, whenever Antar had problems such as a civil war they would recreate Atarh to save the people and bring back justice, but unfortunately as time went on, the DNA degraded causing some major character flaws. The worst rebirth was Uthrox, a nefarious King who murdered for pleasure, in the end killed his own wives and children, and drank their blood. He was totally mad. After that the council forbade the recreation of Atarh.”
Rath again passed waiting for Michael to grasp what he was saying.
“Zan’s father and ours wanted to recreate Atarh and fulfill the ancient prophecy.” Michael tried to speak up again. “Please Michael wait, the prophecy is not of importance now. What is important is that they had us created in secret, illegally, using that DNA. Fearing that we would end up being like Uthrox, they altered the DNA slightly hoping to filter out the degraded material. Unfortunately, it left us very susceptible to the murderous rage that engulfed Uthrox.”
Once again, Rath stopped as he contemplated on the rest of the story and how exactly to word it.
“They decide to create a control device that would stop us from going into the Dark Waters; the absolute evil that controlled Uthrox, Vilandra was created for that purpose. She contains a piece of our DNA in her, she can control and stop us. Without her, I would again become Uthrox, without Isabel you will become Uthrox. You will kill everyone you love and destroy the earth before anyone from Antar could stop you.”
Rath looked directly into Michael’s eyes seeing the fear of his words,
“That is why you can never leave Vilandra, why you tied to her. She gives us the strength and control for battle, keeps the voices out and our mind clear.” Michael tried to interrupt once again but Rath just ignored him, “She has the power to stop us, to dominate us, and to force us to obey her words to keep us from ourselves. She can never leave us as her DNA was encoded to make our life easier.”
Rath now waited for Michael to ask his question. “Does that mean we never loved each other?”
“No Vilandra and I loved each other a great deal, I would die for her. We built that love; it was not given or fell into easily. We developed it over time. Just like you and Isabel have done, over time.” Rath sighed, “There is more.”
Michael nodded and prepared for the worst yet to come.
“Unfortunately, Vilandra cannot save us from the Dark Waters once we go in to far. Only Zan could do that. They made two people out of the one DNA. We are only one half; Zan is our other side, comprised of the same DNA but devoid of the violent tendencies. Instead, the scientists extracted the DNA that used in comprising of the political characteristics of justice, generosity, and respect for law. Zan possesses a king’s mind needed for the construction of institutions, establishment of laws promulgated in his government. But without the warrior DNA, Zan suffers from the attributes of naïveté, obstinately, and indecisiveness. You understand?”
Michael nodded his head, he has been blaming Max for those attribute for years.
“Yet, with all their careful gene splitting the scientist made one mistake, Zan also carries some of the rage DNA, he cannot control it and becomes violent. It is not Max’s fault when he hurts us, you, that you must try and deal with, it will be difficult. I still blame Zan for things he did to me. He can’t help it and neother can you. You will understand in time.”
Rath broke for a few seconds; his voice was growing tired.
“Zan is connected to us, mentally, genetically, physically, spiritually. Our souls are bonded for eternally, one to the other.”
Rath stopped and looked at Michael; this would be the most difficult part. “Zan is my confident, my lover.”
Michael, who was leaning on his chair, suddenly tipped over plopping him onto the ground. He immediately jumped up glaring at Rath.
“What the fuck are you talking about? You and Zan were lovers? What the fuck?” Michael started pacing. “That night, that dream it was you wasn’t it? Michael’s eyes grew large, “Oh my god it really happened. Max and me we had …Oh my god.” Michael was rubbing the back of his neck walking back and forth in a hurried style. “Shit… shit… shit… Max and I were lovers; are lovers. Oh fuck.”
Rath just watched him pace back and forth, making a rut in the dirt, he knew Michael would be pissed, but thus was just too precious to waste. Yes, he was a little sadistic in his tactics, but shit it was fun watching Michael freak-out. Rath had to up the pressure and see if Michael would literally explode in half.
“Zan is not the only one I have been fucking like a bunny.” Rath smirked in Michael’s direction.
Michael‘s face went pale as he stopped dead in his tracks. Turning towards Rath, “Oh please, please tell me it was not Kyle or Parker,” pleaded Michael. “I swear I will have to jump off the nearest bridge.”
Rath started laughing he hadn’t thought of Kyle, that might be fun, he had a good body, but Parker well she was Zan’s wife and technically a queen of Antar, and while that did not stop him from Ava, he really had no interest in this human. She was just too boring for his taste; he like his woman with fire, able to stand on their own and not back down, able to take him on physically, mentally, sexually. They needed to enjoy sex and reciprocate in the sexual act, he surmised that Parker just laid there like a dead fish; he felt sorry for Max. But then again Zan used to be that vanilla at one time also, and though he will never admit it, Rath was at one time very timid when it came to sex, but that was long ago.
“No neither of them, but Kyle is a possibility.” Michael narrowed his eyes, “Just kidding, get a grip,” laughed Rath.
“Maria you were there with Maria.”
“A little hard to hide when you two make so much noise,” Rath grinned. “Yeah I like your Maria; I accept her and looked forward to her bonding with us.” Rath smiled and then added “By the way treat her nicer. What’s the deal with generic shampoo? What do you thinks the vaults are for? Show?”
“What vaults? Remember I am just a poor nobody on earth.”
“Oh that’s right. Well when you get to Antar, you need to lavish jewels on both Maria and Isabel. They deserve it after what you put them through, got it? Be nicer to them, more loving.”
“More loving? This from a warrior.” Michael looked shocked that Rath even had a soft side.
“Hey, I didn’t spend my whole life on the battlefield. I did learn a few things on my own, Thought I pass along the advice. Take it or leave it, but don’t blame me when your back is cold at night.”
Michael then got the underlying message, “Vilandra, you and Vilandra, the blackouts right?”
“Right, we found each other. Thought you should know”
“Does Isabel know?”
“No I think Vilandra is still keeping her in the dark.”
“Why do you play these games with us? Why not tell us everything?”
“Why not? You are not letting me merge easily, so I have to find other roads in. Games are one.”
“And if I let your merge?”
“I will still play games. We have to merge there is no choice and the games keep me entertained.” Rath yawned, “I am tired, must have been all the excitement.”
“Yeah what was all that screaming I heard?”
“Nothing really. you will understand later, no need to worry now. I will answer one last question before I go and leave you to your body.”
“Did it hurt to die?
“Yes like a son-of-a-bitch. My death was slow, tortured for days by Ki’var and his demented dominions.”
“How did you die?”
“Vilandra poisoned me,” said Rath as he faded.
“Wait! Why? Why did she?”
“To save me, TellymonRath,” came the disembodied voice.
“TellymonRath,” Michael echoed, “that was my name.”
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Michael woke up, face down in the dirt field. He had been missing for three full days. His head was fogged in while Rath downloaded images and memories. Finally, he felt as though he could stand and headed back to the motel and face Maria.
When Michael finally showed up, he was riding a black Harley trimmed in silver, dressed in a black jeans, high black boots, black wife beater, black open buttoned shirt, sporting black silver tinted sunglasses, which made him look very alien like. Isabel noticed immediately his hair was lighter in color as well as longer.
Max went off on him for daring to leave as he did. Michael just sat there with his arms crossed, Max staring at his own reflection in the silver lenses. After he was done with screaming about the disappearing act, Max then questioned how Michael got the bike. The only words Michael said were, “Won it in a bet.”
When Max exhausted listening to himself talk, Michael got off the bike, grabbed Maria by the arm and went to their room, where the gang could hear them yelling and cussing each other out, suddenly their voices were silence but Max could heard a slight thumping against the wall. Afraid of what Michael may have done to Maria, he charged into the room to find Maria and him on the bed, her legs around Michael’s ass as he was thrusting his cock in and out of her.
They were so wrapped up in each other that Max's yelling and knocking on the door fell on deaf ears; neither of them heard the door burst open or saw Max standing there staring. Maria rested her head against the mattress her eyes closed tightly as Michael's lush lips were at her breast sucking the whole areola in where his talented tongue would flick the nub while still inside his mouth. Maria clawed his back, moaning in pleasure, the headboard of the bed gently thumped against the wall with each thrust Michael made.
Max watched transfixed as Michael slammed into Maria’s tightness, she moaned louder as he began to pump violently into her core. Michael continued to thrust himself deeper and deeper, his cock pounding in and out of her wet channel, his mouth on her breast and her hands drawing blood down his naked back with her nails. Michael growled; animalistic, feral, primal.
Max found it hard to breath, the air was thick, heavy, sex filled; all around he could feel Michael’s energy as if it were a separate entity enveloping him pulling him into the sex act itself. Max hardened under the intensity of the room’s ambiance. He wanted Michael at that point; he wanted to fuck him hard. Max shook his head.
Michael felt Max in the room and turned his head to send a look that Max would never forget, eyes of silver, flashing fire, hatred, and death. Then they softened beckoning Max in, luring him to fuck him, to take him while he continued his onslaught of Maria’s pussy.
Max backed out of the room and closed the door standing there shaking.
“Max what happened?” asked Isabel
“Nothing Isabel, I just walked in at an inappropriate time.” Max was sure what he had seen was Rath, the eyes he remembered, those liquid silver eyes.
The next morning Michael seemed normal, he was packed and ready to go. Max dropped any discussion of where Michael had been and was just grateful for the peace, for now.
~The fissure appeared to have stabilized, but down deep it was widening undermining the surface, making it fragile and dangerous~