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beyondlhaw · 8 years ago

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Getting Him Out

My senses seemed to come online one at at time. My eyes watered. Lungs burnt and my body felt like it was on fire. I tried to move, but found that I was pinned to the floor, still under my bed in my cell. Though it was no longer a cell. The walls had given way and I was under most of it. I took a moment to try and draw some air into my lungs, but that did nothing more than make me cough and splutter. Giving up that idea I tried to wiggle out from under the weight, something tugged at my leg rather than allowing me to move forward. With a frown I tipped my head to look down my body, trying to see if i could make out what was going on. With a low groan I noticed a spike of some kind, iron maybe, sticking out above the rubble. I sighed hard and then started to move. I rocked my body from side to side, lifting the bed just enough to tip it so that anything on top of it started to shift and move. I dared not to guess at the length of time that took me. Knowing that I had precious minutes ticking away until the sun came up. And I had to be out of here and away somewhere safe before that happened. The shift in the stable platform did as I wanted and with a slow breath I was able to push the bed off me and push to my knees, getting a better look at what was wrong with my leg. The motion highlighting other injuries as I curled my arm around my ribs. While all of me throbbed, I could feel blood on my face, the ribs felt bruised, but I’d not put it past myself to have broken them. I wasn’t about to start poking around now. My wrist was broken, but I had nothing to help hold it stable for the time being. I had to get my leg free and then get out of here. I surveyed the damage and was relieved to see that the spike I thought was in my leg was in fact only partially impaled. The movement of the bed had pulled it practically all the way free, and while I was now bleeding more freely, it didn’t appear to have hit anything major. I used my good arm to shove the stone and concrete until I was free, my teeth grinding practically non stop through the pain. Once I was able to pull my leg free I moved to stand and look my first proper look around. I was shocked at the amount of damage that had been caused. This wasn’t like the explosives of my day. This was like someone had dropped a bomb. I blinked and then shot my gaze at the cell I spent most my day checking. I snatched up a length of wood and used it with my good hand to held me walk towards the cell that Mahssacre had been calling home these last few weeks. He’d no idea that we were basically in his home town. He’d been moved around, as I was sure his brother had been once they’d done whatever they need to take twins down to a single child. I was just please his mahmen wasn’t around to see any of this. I was pleased to see it was empty, the guard lying on the floor was obviously dead. I felt a sudden prang of guilt as I realised that a blast this size had probably killed just as many people as would make it out. I just had to hope the ones that were taken were those monsters betting on us, or buying us, and the guards. And that the majority of those inside were able to make it out and find their families or at least get to someone who could help them in some way. I slowly moved towards the exit. Or rather, where the exit should be, it was now nothing more than a huge hole in the side of the building. The wood was biting into my hand as I walked, but I didn’t slow. I kept my eyes open for anyone who might look like they wanted to stop me, hiding behind anything I could in order to stay out of sight. I could see the guards that had made it out running around, or escorting guests out to the cool night air. I shivered as I got closer and looked down at my tatty track pants and lack of anything else bar my cuffs and collar. I probably looked a state, but I’d have to deal with that once I got out of here. If I was able to communicate with anyone.

As I slipped out into the starless night, I felt a thread of uncertainty go through me. I had no way to communicate with anyone unless they allowed me to write anything down. And even then, how far along had things come. Would they understand my writing well enough. I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t really do more than make the odd sign of what I wanted with my hands. Food and water I’d managed to get across in my cage. And otherwise there was a limit to what I had to say. Explosives, sex and money were easy things to sign, or just show. Once you mentioned any kind of money, others tended to do the talking. And in any negotiation, what did I have to barter with. So I took the deal or I walked. I swallowed hard and gave a quick glance over my shoulder to ensure no one was following me. I made it quickly to what appeared to be a mainish road. It looked bigger than the street I’d come from at any rate. But I could feel the telltale tingle that told me dawn wasn’t far off. I had many thirty minutes give or take before I was nothing more than ash on the pavement. I hobbled faster still, my teeth gritted as I held onto my ribs with my injured wrist. Wishing, not for the first time, that I’d specified the actual size of the explosion. It had meant to be a distraction and not a destructive mission. I just hopped Mahassacre had made it out and was safe. Or at least, safe enough until dusk.

I turned when I felt something light my back, suddenly panicked I’d miss calculated and the sun was up already. What I saw was some kind of lights coming in my direction, and faster than I could really get my head around. Rather than stop to see if it was those from the facility, I looked around frantically and saw a darkened alley way. I tipped my head and then took a quick right, my breath catching when I caught my bad leg on the side of the building. But I didn’t let it stop me as I moved into the darkness and cringed at what was in front of me. Two large metal bins that smelled like they’d been here a while and some boxes that seemed to have remains of whatever had been packed in them stuck to the sides. I closed my eyes for a moment and then opened them with renewed determination. It was one day, if I could stay hidden and safe in this alley, I’d have lived to fight another night. And tomorrow, I’d be able to find Mahssacre and get us both the treatment that we needed. I could already feel my body starting to protest the effort I’d forced on it. I knew that if I was given half the chance, I’d pass out before I managed to get out of direct sunlight. And right now, that wasn’t an option. #GettingHimOut

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beyondlhaw · 8 years ago

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Escape Plan

The plan has been forged through blood, money and sex. The clients got what they wanted, which was the blood, money and sex, and I got what I wanted. Which has explosives ready to go at a moment's notice. I’d had to choose someone who followed us around, and was set on taking the less desirable males when it came to bidding. But they also had to be someone I trusted in some way. That last part wasn’t easy. At any point they could continue to bid on my fights or Mahssacre’s fights and then walk away without a care in the world. It had been hard choosing the right person. But, unlike Mahssacre and the others who were classed as the elite, I had regulars. I’d had my fair share in the beginning of assholes and idiots. But now I was older, slower, and in many ways pretty much on the way to death, I knew what I knew. I’d managed to find someone who was easy to speak to and who kind of understood what I wanted. It took a little while, but eventually they would bring pen and paper to the meetings and they worked out how to read my writing. I was asking for things that they’d never heard of, but once they knew what I wanted the end result to be, they’d cottoned on fast enough and assured me that they had the money to make it happen. I’d been hoping to wait until we were back in the main training center. But once I knew where we were, I knew it had to be here. I’d been shown on a map and tried my best to connect the dots of where things had changed and moved to since I’d been locked away. The minute Mahssacre hadn’t come back though, that’s when I knew without a doubt that I’d have to push up the timings. I’d fought, and then met with my contact, explaining that I wanted it done the following night, a couple of hours before dawn. That should give us time to get out and find shelter before the sun came up. And would give us a head start on getting away once the sun went down again. Since it wasn’t something that had ever happened in the past, I was fairly certain that no one would know how to handle it. And therefore, they’d have to work at getting together to try and minimise the damage. I just hopped that those I put on the street who weren’t mentally stable were able to be rounded up and dealt with. It wasn’t all their own fault, but many had gone crazy from being locked away for so long and the brutality of what we went through. I was almost positive the only reason I was in any way sane was because I had a cause, a purpose. But without Mahssacre, where would I have been?

I sat in my cell and watched the guards move around, unaware that tonight was in any way different from any other night. It was interesting to watch them buzz around and I learned far more from their body language and tone than I might have in other circumstances. I’d really learnt how to listen more now that I wasn’t able to speak. I’d tried learning some signs, and I could get across that I was hungry or needed the bathroom, not that either really mattered. I knew when the explosion was meant to happen, but the exact time of the evening was lost on me. I had said I wanted it to happen once the fights were over, as that would mean we were all back in our cells and ready to make a run for it should we manage it before they pulled us away for the normal after party. The whole plan was risky, and I could have gone for a more subtle plan with a fire being started or something. However, there was no guarantee that it wouldn’t just be put out and that plans would be ruined. So instead I went big, planning some form of explosives. I’d been assured that they’d do the job and do it well. I had to hope that they’d progressed things since I was last out in the world, since there is no way the ones I used to see around would hide anywhere without being seen. I could feel the knot in my stomach, it was slowly getting worse as the night wore on. I wasn’t in the best of shapes after my fight, and I was on edge, as I always was, to check Mahssacre came back from fighting.

I was like a young that first time they were picked up from school, looking for their mahmen when I saw him. He looked beaten and bruised, but he was standing. He’s grown and grown after his transition. He’d been big when he first came down to the pit, but since then he’d mastered his own body once more. Then just increased in size every week it seemed. They’d not bothered to ask me who his sire had been, and I’d have been unable to tell them. They’d got lucky with his mahmen being a chosen, and while I had no ability to give them more than his name, I hadn’t given up hers. She’d died giving birth and there was no way I wanted her family, should she have one, extorted for anything. Once they’d silenced me for good however, that had stopped anything further information being traded dead in its tracks. They’d tried to get me to write things down, and used any means necessary when trying to convince me. But I wouldn’t be swayed. In the end they’d given up. But the size of the male gave his heritage away. Obviously of warrior blood, and with the chosen as a mahman, he was a hot commodity. Both in the ring and in the bedroom. I felt for him, but could do nothing more than try to get us out of the place and hope that he was savvy enough to get out and get somewhere safe until I could find him and tell him a secret I’d kept with me since the day I was taken.

I moved back into my cell when I realised that Mahssacre being back in his cell the way he was meant that he’d fought, fed and was now able to rest until they took him to the club. That meant that things were about to be set into motion. As I watched the male get pushed into his cell, the guard speaking to him in a tone that conveyed that he was being less than kind. The next thing I was being thrown back in my cell as dust and brick and wood came crashing down. I coughed up as much of the stuff I’d inhaled as I could and tried to through the smoke and dust to find a place to hide. I located my bed and tried to crawl across to it. It wasn’t exactly sturdy, but might give me some protection while the explosions continued to go off every couple of seconds. I rolled under the bed, and curled up the best I could. Holy shit, they really had gotten more advanced in their explosives. As the entire building seemed to creak and then fall under the weight of the fire rocking through it, I felt the bed crack around me. I knew it had been risky going this route, but I wanted there to be no way they could set this back up again quickly. I also wanted to give Mahssacre the best chance of getting out. I could hear screaming and the males surrounding me shouting as the building filled with enough dust to make my eyes water and my lungs burn. I managed to get my arms around my head before the bed collapsed, and no matter how much I tried, I couldn’t call out for help. More debris fell, and with a loud bang the door to my cell arched inwards and hit the bed. Then, through the haze of water as it danced across my vision, I saw the fire moving steadily up the corridor just before the darkness took over. #EscapePlan

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beyondlhaw · 8 years ago

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Stepping Up

I woke up in a daze, and not in the hospital where I’d rushed at the male in front of me. I frowned and tried to sit up, quickly realising that my arms and legs were attached to the table beneath me. I needed to get to those children, the ones I’d delivered and then had to watch as their Mahmen died before she ever really got to know either of them. They didn’t even have birth records, as I had lost those before I got into the room with them. What would happen now? I blinked hard and then started to look around the place. I managed to do no more than twitch when I laid eyes on the male sitting in a chair across from me. As soon as I did he stood and smiled at me. It wasn’t a reassuring sight. I opened my mouth to speak when he held up a hand and started talking instead, “Now, Lhaw. I gave you a choice, and you took the wrong path. But perhaps it’ll be the right road for us. We take newborns or orphans and train them up. Train them to fight. They know nothing else, or quickly forget any old life they had. Taking you, that wasn’t part of the plan and could reflect very badly upon us should you ever be discovered. So, with that in mind, I’m going to give you one more challenge to get through before you’re given the go ahead to join our ranks.” His voice held that kind of venom that said he knew who he was, what he could do and that in the end, I’d do exactly what he wanted. I needed to get to those poor young to protect it from whoever this was. “Where are the young? At least give me that.” I swallowed hard, the lump in my throat only growing with each passing second, “One was left exactly where you saw them, with a signed birth document. It was suspect that we couldn’t find the second, but we took that as a sign that we were to take one. I am sure he’ll find a happy family to grow with. The other, well, we’ll raise him to transition and then train him. Then the rest is up to him. It’s always hit and miss on whether the instinct to survive is bigger than the one that tells them to give up and go to the fade, should they be admitted of course.” He laughed and moved closer, stopping beside the table and producing a knife from one of the sheaths on his belt. He then leaned in close enough that I could smell the alcohol on his breath, “We need to do something to shut you up, as well as test your resilience before I try to train you at such a late stage. So, you get out of this room, and I’ll consider it your audition. There’s a female over there, she is more than ok with you feeding from her, I have a signed consent form should you decided you want it. And I have left you a whole host of surgical supplies on the table beside her too. Because I like a challenge, I’m going to only cut your hands free, but I will leave you the knife so that you can get to your legs. Hopefully in time to then make it across the room and get what you need.” The male winked at me, and with that I felt my blood run cold. I wasn’t a warrior, I’d never been trained to fight. I had gone through my transition and then attended courses at night as well as enjoying the delights of theatre while under the cover of a nice secure building to obtain my medical licence. I hadn’t needed to know how to fight or get through an interrogation or understand the mind of a clearly crazed individual. I swallowed hard and tipped my head in the direction of the female, she looked calm, sitting on a chair just across the way. I could feel the panic rising in my chest, my stomach churning with the realisation that I was about to possibly die. Would begging help? I choked on my words, getting barely more than one word out before the blade came down on my throat. I instantly felt the warmth flood my system, my heart rate go through the roof and I instantly brought my free hand up to my throat. He’d cut both lengths of rope that held my wrists, dropped the knife and left. I knew I didn’t have long, but I needed to calm myself before I tried to move. I used one hand to pull off my shirt and pressed the material to my throat, holding it there as I grabbed the knife and slowly sat up, trying to keep my breathing slow and even. Or as best I could, considering. I sliced through the rope at my feet and moved as if wading through treacle towards the female and the various tools that she had beside her. She’d not moved, which either spoke to the fact she was drugged, getting paid a lot, owed a lot or this happened all the time. Who were these people? I stumbled and thought I was done for, but my hand caught the table and I managed to steady myself. I was starting to see spots in front of my eyes and I knew I didn’t have long. I needed to do something about the wound and do it fast. I worked as quickly as my hands would allow, patching up the wound. The final piece being a huge bandage that would cover my less than perfect stitch tracks. I realised as my skin started to sting that the main pad was doused in salt. I cried out in surprise and horror as I realised what that would mean, the noise not registering to my ears, despite the silent room. I fumbled for the wrist of the female and without finesse sunk my fangs into her soft skin and took what I needed to get stronger. To allow my body to heal the best it could. I could feel tears sliding down my face, despite the realisation that I had survived. Whatever trial this was for. I’d gotten through it. I’d taken almost all I needed when I focused enough on what I was drinking down to clock that drugs that were in her system. I didn’t have time to brace myself before I hit the ground face first.

When I woke up I was once again tied down, this time I was in a chair and my throat throbbed from the trauma. The blood was doing its job and allowing me to heal, but the scar would always be there thanks to the salt in the bandage. I would never be the same. I knew that shouldn’t matter, and probably wouldn’t ever matter again in this place. But somewhere deep inside me still mourned that lack of perfection that came with glymera upbringing. I looked around and saw that there were males at the door. I tried to cry out, to get their attention, but nothing happened. I could feel that panic rising in my throat one more, my efforts becoming more and more frantic as I thrashed in the chair, trying in vein to make a noise. Any noise that might gain their attention and bring them back into the room to explain what was going on. At long last someone pushed through the door, and my heart sank when I saw who it was, the same male who had used a knife to slice my throat, “Well, looks like you exceeded my expectations. I didn’t see you coming out of that alive, much less with enough energy to almost rip free of this chair. In case you’re wondering, you’ll never speak again. No noise will pass your lips. You’ll never show your appreciation in bed ever again, or scream in terror. The latter you may be doing at some point soon though. Congratulations, you’ve graduated straight into the pit. I’ll give you some basic training, then you’re on your own. The young will join you in about 25 years. Give or take. Think you’ll make it that long……..?” That smirk made it obvious that he knew without a doubt that I’d not make it that far. At that moment I knew I would. I’d make sure of it. I’d survive for that damn young, and I’d find a way to get him out. Even if I couldn’t do more for him while he was held captive.

The years passed like a fucking snail trail. I was marched from one fight to another. I took beatings bad enough to land me in their medical wing more often than not in my first chunk of years. And I was front of the line each time they brought down the new recruits. Every year a new set were thrown down to the pit, and every year more than half of them were done within the first 6 months, another half within the year. They seemed to get weaker and weaker. Then he turned up. I recognised him instantly, despite never having laid eyes on him since he was a young crying for his mahmen. I couldn’t even pinpoint the feeling in my gut, but it was him. He locked eyes with mine and I felt the world shift. I’d survived the 25 years and I was now going to keep fighting until I could get him out of here. It might take years to get done, especially since I was limited in how I could communicate and who I could get to help me. I was often bought at auctions, but after complaints from a few people I was labeled as defective. That lessened the bids, but brought out those who got off on someone unable to fight back or cry out. The dregs who were bypassed in their normal lives by those who were better looking or better at their job. Or they were the ones who took the brunt of punishment or unkind words and needed a way to vent that anger. I was that outlet. The one they could do anything to, and I couldn’t make a sound in protest. I couldn’t fight back. They had complete control. And yet, I fought with blind determination in every fight they placed me in. And I planned. I did things that I would have never done before in order to secure the things I needed. Slowly, infuriatingly slowly, I started to make it so that I could do what was needed. I had a plan, and I needed it to go perfectly. I made some people a lot of money and I did what they asked when they bought me. And I watched the male I’d stayed alive to save. I watched him come in fight after fight, then just as the sun set after his nights being bought like some trophy. I felt the connection there, and I was pleased that he sought me out. Despite never being able to communicate properly with him. He talked to a few of the males in the place, but mostly he was left on his own. The guards frequently harassed him. Saying that because he was special he could take it. They had pegged him to be a champion and rode him hard for it. I had to admit, one of the benefits of being someone they thought would die quickly, they didn’t even bother remembering your name. He’d been beaten before, beaten hard. And he’d had a lot of close calls in the makeshift bedrooms. But then I saw one night he didn’t come back. It was days before I saw him again. I had panicked the first few nights. I couldn’t ask anyone what had happened and no one spoke loud enough for me to pick up more than the odd detail. He’d been found tied to the bed as soon as they’d gone into the room. But he’d been fucked over well. As soon as I was sure he was going to live I got my ass in gear. I needed to up the game, and move my plan forward. I needed it done within the month, and I’d do whatever it took to make that happen. #SteppingUp

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beyondlhaw · 8 years ago

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Lives Change

I stood over the female who had just become a mahmen. Two healthy males, twins in fact. It was seen as a miracle that she’d birthed both alive and healthy. But she was not doing so well. As was common with females of our race, she had lost too much blood and had other complications. It was the bargain they struck when they went through their needing with their males. Choosing one of two paths in the hope that they either conceived, or hoped that they would not. I had seen plenty pull off the gamble, and just as many lose their fight. Whether that be with the life of the mahmen or that of their child. Twins certainly weren’t a common outcome, even less so to have both being born healthy. So I was entirely prepared for something to go wrong. I smiled anyway and moved around to the side of the female, taking her hand in mind while trying to look calm, “You have two healthy males. I hate to do this now, but we need to get the paperwork started on the two of them as soon as we can. Would you happen to have names for them, a male to put on the paperwork that might give indication of who to contact?” I didn’t go into more details. The female knew she wasn’t going to make it, as much as we were trying to keep her alive. She nodded slowly and made to tell me their names, I jotted down the two names, and the name of their sire. I managed to school my face when the name was mentioned, it was a name I knew, but did not necessarily come with high praise. I wasn’t one to listen to rumours though, and so I jotted down their names and reassured the female I would get their paperwork up straight, all she’d have to do was sign to them and I would get that done before she went to sleep. I had literally made my way to my office and pulled out two birth certificates when I was called back to the female’s side. She’d deteriorated fast and they didn’t think she’d make it very much longer. I sat down beside her and asked if she had the strength to sign her name to the two pieces of paper, I would ensure they were then filled out correctly and filed to give both males the life they deserved with a Chosen and a Brother as parents. Her smile lit up the room and I helped touch the ink to paper so she could sign twice. Her last breath a thank you before she slipped away and I was left sitting with her hand clutched in mine. I stayed with her a few more minutes, long enough for the sheets to be drawn up and the room to become silent as it was emptied. The ink had long dried on the two birth certificates I held in my hand, awaiting names and dates added, the only thing they showed currently was a mother’s love. Her final breaths being kept in order to allow her sons to be legally recognised as the males of worth they should be. I’d managed to add their names to each page, and otherwise I’d have to fill the rest in via their notes.

Once I was sure the female was ready to be cleaned up and the Brotherhood would be contacted to come claim her body, I stood and inhaled slowly. I had two tiny males to name and paperwork to get filled in. The sooner I did it, the faster things would progress and they could be found a family to grow with. I made my way towards the nursery where most of our young were looked after while their mahmen recovered, but found myself needing to go faster than I would normally. I wasn’t really sure why, until I got there and saw two men bent over the small square boxes with the babies wrapped in blankets. The nurse in charge was standing to one side, watching with some kind of smirk on her face. I frowned hard and slapped my folder on the side, noting, but unable to stop some of the paperwork from sliding down the back of the cupboard. “Excuse me, what do you think you’re…………….” something cool and sharp was pressed against my throat. A male I hadn’t noticed stepped in against my back and hissed in my ear, “Wrong place at the wrong time. And now you’re going to find out exactly what kind of male you are.” The laugh sent a shiver threading down my spine and I suddenly realised I was in something far beyond my expertise. The male holding a knife to my throat hit the back of my knee and forced me to kneel as I watched the other two males lift one of the tiny twins from his cot. I felt my gaze darted between the female nurse and the males who were being far more careful than I’d have expected with the tiny bundle. I didn’t manage to get a single word out before the male came around to crouch in front of me, “Now, we need this child for matters that you need not concern yourself with. Twins that are not yet registered without a mahmen are rare, and will suit us perfectly. We’ll leave one male here, and take the other. Are you going to have a problem with that?” An eyebrow arched as the male watched me with that question hanging in the air. I could see the male’s watching me, and the nurse didn’t appear to be wanting to help at all. Instead they waited, the small male starting to get restless now he was no longer lying with his brother. I glared between the 4 scum and then my gaze fell upon the male his eyes wide as he started to breath faster, working up to crying for his next meal or perhaps because the male wasn’t holding him correctly. His eyes weren’t focused on anything in particular, but I was sure he was picking up on the tension, babies were more perceptive than anyone tended to think. I didn’t answer, instead I slowly stood, my arms in front of me to show I didn’t mean any harm. Then once I was sure I was steady, I rushed at the male in front of me and hoped I wasn’t about to die. #LivesChange

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beyondlhaw · 9 years ago

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New Trainee (With @DamagedBrother)

Lhaw: Coming here was like a blur of activity. I had come in with Zsadist and Devlin and then I was suddenly moved between people. They’d given me something that had sorely fucked up my eyesight and made me feel like I was on some kind of space ride. I was pretty sure I’d broken some glassware when they’d set my arm back in place. The shout of pain from the lack of warning more than anything else had me jacking up on the bed to figure out how best to crawl away from the pain. Of course, as my arm was still attached, fuck all places I could go. So I did the only thing I could do, bite through my own damn lip to keep myself from shouting again. Thankfully once the initial break had been put back in place, I was allowed a break before they started in on my shoulder. I had managed to get my leather jacket off when I’d come into the place to save it getting snipped up. My tee wasn’t in any danger, so when the female doc had asked me to remove it, I’d been tempted to ask where the threat of scissors were now. But no, the sadist got me to get the shirt over my head with a busted shoulder and arm while high on drugs. I wasn’t sure if it was meant to be a test or not, but I decided I passed it since the fucking thing was now folded in my lap. I eyed the female as she cleaned and stitched my shoulder, the stark white patch standing out against my skin. With that she told me to get some rest and she’d check on me soon before disappearing. That had been almost an hour ago, I’d still not rested and I was beginning to think whatever was attached to my vein wasn’t doing jack shit. I was just about to try for walking when I heard a noise outside. Every muscle tensed as I listened and tried to figure out what was happening, in my haste I managed to grab the tray beside the bed. My weight going to my bust arm, which buckled and threw the tray, water glass and jug all over the floor a second before the door opened.

Zsadist: [When we got back to the mansion I did a few laps around the courtyard with with bike before parking it in the garage. That thing was pretty damn cool and if I didn't like my Porsche so much I'd get one. Moving inside the mansion, Fritz letting me know that you were down in the PT suite getting patched up. I make my way to the door under the staircase and heads down the hallway. On my way there I start to wonder why Devlin punched this male. Something he had to have said or done pissed him off. Scrubbing my hands over my scarred face as I let out a sigh. I was going to have my hands full with this new trainee. Opening the door to the room the male was in, blinking as I hear a crash. Tilting my head to see the water pitcher knocked over and spilled on the floor. My lips twitch then I step in] Damn only here for a few hours and already wrecking the place [Chuckles slightly as I bend to clean up the mess. Using some rags to soak up the water. I slowly straighten my body and let's my golden eyes meet you] How ya feeling? [Stepping closer, letting my eyes scan over your patched up wounds]

Lhaw: I winced as I realised who it was. The male from the alley, Zsadist I was pretty sure. I huffed out a breath and moved back on the bed, eyes focused intently on the Brother, “I didn’t intend to do that. I’d have helped clean it up, um, thanks.” I didn’t embarrass easily, but what an impression to make first off. Looking like some clumsy newly transitioned male. I cleared my throat, arm settled on my thigh to try and keep it safe, “I’m feeling like someone put me through a blender. They came out of nowhere, I’ve no idea what happened. One minute I was recovering from almost crashing my bike, the next I was smashed face first into a wall.” I shook my head and lifted my good hand to gesture at my face. I was pretty sure I still had blood over my face and down my front. If not a nice bruise starting in both those places. I would need to feed at some point so I could get to healing and not be stuck out of commission for any longer than necessary. I blinked a couple of times as I realised I’d probably just disappeared into my own mind, while staring at the male in front of me. Another fucking fantastic impression, “Sorry, I guess I’m just not used to this. Believe it or not I can hold my own. Learnt that kinda shit from as soon as I was old enough to do it without breaking. But I was surprised and they managed to get the better of me. Thanks for bringing me here though, I know you probably don’t just bring random people here all the time. Oh, and my bike. Thank you for looking after her too. I am a little attached to that thing.” I tried for a smile, hoping it didn’t come across as a grimace with the was my face felt. I wasn’t sure why the Brother was here, but I didn’t want to scare him away already.

Zsadist: No we don't...but [Crossing my arms and leaning back against the wall as I study you] Maybe I was hoping that I could use you and convince Wrath of something so I wouldn't get in trouble for bringing you here [Snorts] Or maybe I just wanted to ride your bike [Shrugs with a slight smirk] Who knows? [Striding across the room, turning before I sink down into a chair. My golden eyes scan over you before I murmur] So you can hold your own, yeah? [Drops head back] You look like hell but you did put up a good fight though [Scrubbing a hand over my jaw]

Lhaw: I looked around the place and then focused on the male in front of me. He was fucking huge, and I was really hoping I hadn’t pissed him off. Or if I had, the ride on my bike had put him in a good enough mood no to take it out on my hide. At the mention of Wrath I felt my eyes widen, “Convince Wrath? Did I get you in trouble?” I was here to get up close and personal with mine brother, not to piss off the king. And certainly not to get on the wrong side of the Brotherhood. I shifted my weight in the bed to look at the male, pushing to sitting and sliding my legs off the edge of the bed, good arm braced as the other settled over my thighs, “I can hold my own. I was surprised, took a blow to the head and then almost instantly got my arm broken. They’d have had me if it wasn’t for Devlin arriving when he did. That he stopped to at all to help a stranger. But I can hold my own.” As I spoke the rest of the words the brother had said started to swim to the forefront of my brain, my brow arching as I met the yellow gaze of the brother, “Use me? For what exactly?”

Zsadist: [Shifting in my seat, my eyes look over the male once more. Sure he was newly transitioned and well...he wasn't a world champ fighter but the kid had potential. I couldn't throw away this opportunity that was basically handed to me. Leaning forward to rest my elbows on my thighs] Yeah...use you...for the trainee program. Something that Devlin just got put in. You know Devlin, that guy who punched tonight [Snorts] Looks like I might have to keep you on the other side of the room as him, but yeah...i'd like for you to join us. You do this and it solves all your problems with wrath and lessers for that matter. Also I did hear the king talk about taking one of Darius’s old places to house the trainees in. So yeah you'd have a roof over your head and a doggen probably to cook you whatever the fuck you want [Shrugs] You’d be crazy not to accept. [Cracks my neck then rolls my shoulders before folding my hands over my chest]

Lhaw: I quite honestly sat with my mouth hanging open as the Brother spoke. I could hold my own and I could fight, but to be brought into the training programme. Sht. I’d come here to get under Devlin’s skin for everything in our past. Would this fuck that up or not? I was freaked out already that he’d taken the time to stop to try and help me when he was obviously not even part way through his training. I watched the male with wide eyes, eventually managing to snap my jaw shut before I started drooling all over his boots. “You want me in the training programme? With Devlin?” I scrubbed my hand over my face and leaned forward, bringing me to eye level with the Brother as he sat in front of me. “Are you sure you want that? What I told him tonight, that i’m his brother. He’s no fucking idea that I’m telling him the truth. That’s why he punched me. Flat out thinks I’m shitting him. You want us working together, working with you on this?” I had to ask, had to make sure. He might just be ok with it, but I wasn’t taking any chances of being thrown out on my ass before I’d gotten started. If I did this, I had to be on my guard, I had to stay focused and not let anything distract me.

Zsadist: [My golden eyes go wide] You are his brother? [Blinks then drops hands to my legs, curling my fingers around my knees] Yeah I missed that one, but that would explain the punch. I think [Scratches head] I mean when I saw my brother again after years and years of being separated I didn't knock him out, but you know everyone is different. [Nods then tilts my head to the side so I could look at you] I don't have a problem with you guys being brothers. If anything it probably makes it better. Family looks out for one another and that is what we all are. A big family [Shifts up and slowly walks around the room, pausing by the hospital bed you were on] Are you okay with it? I mean...he might be not okay with it but I can always have a chat with him. [Grunts and nods]

Lhaw: I nodded at the first reaction, knowing the shock was a natural reaction. I would assume the Brotherhood had run Devlin through their database, but whatever he’d told them on entry, they’d likely be ok with. So now I was turning up with news, I was sure it’d be a shock to most. I almost snorted before shaking my head, “I was expecting the punch. I’ve known about him for most my life. He’s no idea I even existed until I introduced myself. Pretty sure he still doesn’t believe it. But I have all the paperwork needed to prove it. But yeah, a broken face was exactly what I saw coming. Him saving my life without knowing me, that I didn’t see coming.” I lifted my eyes to the brothers, holding his gaze before he started to move, my eyes tracking his movement until he came up beside the bed. I had no choice but to lift my chin to keep eye contact, I let him see the emotions as they filtered across my face, figuring that was my best shot at working out what I needed. Did I want to be in this programme? Could I be that close to Devlin day to day and not try to kill him in training? I opened and closed my mouth a few times, my tongue having to run over my lips more than once as I thought on it. Then with a slow nod I lifted my good hand to circle a finger around the space I was in, “Ok, so if I were to say yes to the training thing. Would I be training with you as well as other trainees? Do I live in my own place? Am I free to come and go as I please?” I knew these were questions he’d probably been asked a million times, but I needed to know before I made my decisions. The thought of being restricted, of being told I was confined to one place…….the thought alone had my heart rate increasing through the roof.

Zsadist: [My scarred lips twitch as I listen to all the questions that were being asked. Questions that I heard a million times by all the other trainees. Locking my golden eyes onto his before clearing my throat] Yes, I am your trainer so I will be there as well as the other trainees. Sometimes you will be alone with them but most time with me or even one of my brothers when I can't be here. If you wish you can live in your own place even though we now have housing provided for you if you so wish to live there which is the safer route. Yes you can come and go as you please. Just be careful and smart [Taps my temple with my index finger then drops hands and let's out a soft breath] If you need some time to think it over then I understand. This is a lot to throw on someone, especially when they have just been attacked. [Shifting my weight from foot to foot before I move around the room, awaiting your answer]

Lhaw: I could tell just by looking at the Brother that he’d heard these a million times before. But I had to know. I could feel my breath coming faster still as my heart hammered in my chest at just the thought of being confined to somewhere. I managed to maintain eye contact however and nod along with his answers. Ok, so I would be trained by him and others. Which made sense, we’d have to learn a shit ton of stuff. So it would be silly to have one person teach us it all when others might have expertise in other areas. But living here might be an option. I was about to lose the place I was currently in, and I didn’t want to keep relying on my family for money. It was a debt I was sure I was going to find myself paying for the rest of my life as it was. I inhaled slowly to try and get my heart rate under control as I moved and hopped down from the bed, wobbling slightly before getting my balance again. My legs weren’t really up to much, but I wanted, needed, to get out of this room. And saying yes seemed the best option. Gave me the most options. I nodded more firmly and lifted my eyes once more to meet the yellow gaze, “Yeah, ok. I can do that. Would like to do that. To live here and train with you. Any chance you wanna give me a look see around the place to get me out of this room. I’m kinda embarrassed to say, but I get panicked being confined and could really use a walk. They’ve done all they need to for now I think. It’ll just be a clean up and I’m done.” I nodded and gestured generally at my upper body. I knew I was basically pleading the male, and I was sure I’d feel shame later. But in that minute I really didn’t give a shit.

Zsadist: [Listening to you as I watch you squirm around. Something wasn't right here. Quickly you get up off the stretcher then admit that you don't like small spaces. I eye the PT suite then you and nods] Sure..how about some fresh air? [Makes sure you are okay to walk before I head out of the room and down the hallway. I pause by some double doors and taps my knuckles on them] This is the gym...where a lot of your training will happen [Nods to the rooms across from the gym] We also have classrooms where I will be teaching you a few things [Pat a hand on your shoulder before I lead us outside. Letting my golden eyes flicker to you once we are walking around the mansion grounds] Do you feel better now? [My distorted lip twitches as I look away, leading us to the backyard]

Lhaw: I moved alongside the male, my palms practically dripping with sweat as I tried to wipe them time and time again on my jeans. I managed to lift my eyes to the room Zsadist pointed at, peeking through the little windows so I could see the hugs dark room inside. It was well kitted out and I was sure that I’d have fun keeping my mind and body occupied in there. The classrooms looked equally as well stocked and it made me wonder how far along this training programme was if they were this well prepared. I flinched at the pat to the shoulder, it wasn’t an unwelcome gesture, but I hadn’t expected the male to reach out at all. I tried to walk steadily and nodded slowly at the question, my breathing starting to come a little easier, but I let my fingers trail along anything that was within touching distance. I needed to try and keep my balance and my wits about me. With some kind of harsh exhale I noticed a small bench and made a beeline for it. Sitting without saying a word as I settled my bad arm on my thigh. The numerous other aches and pains made me limp and that just ended up tugging on everything else. I’d assumed I’d be fine, but the pain meds were starting to wear off and I could feel each stretch of muscle and tendons. After a minute of trying to get my breathing under control I looked back up to the brother, meeting his gaze as I tried for a smile, “You look to have the training programme really well set up and stocked to teach us. I would really appreciate the opportunity to be involved in it. If that’s ok. If you can deal with the healing time for this?” I lifted my arm. It wouldn’t take too long to heal, though I’d need to feed and that should be a fun thing to work out. I nodded and smiled, “Thank you for bringing me out here. I think I’m good now, though kind of wishing I’d brought something to get me back. Who knew so much of me could hurt this much?” I laughed and moved to stand, steadying myself with the back of the bench, “You got a time scale for this or can I basically move right in and do what I can do around my injuries? I don’t want to be a burden.”

Zsadist: [Looks at you then murmurs] You need to feed and well...now that you are accepting the position of being my trainee I don't feel comfortable just letting you go [Crosses my arms and let's my eyes flicker to moon before I eye you] Why don't you follow me? [Doesn’t wait to see if you move I just start to head towards the mansion again. Once inside I head for the grand staircase. Looking over my shoulder to see you behind me. My lips twitch then I head down the hallway and over to a free room. Opening the door, I nod to you then leans against the doorframe] You are going to rest up here for the night and I will send a chosen to you as soon as I can [Nods and let's my eyes meet yours] No questioning this. After you are healed you will be put up at our other compound, true?

Lhaw: I blinked at the male as he spoke. My mouth worked pretty much like a fish. I tried to get my brain to work as the male walked away. I waited a beat before following the best I could. My entire body was starting to tense up and I was feeling tense. I followed regardless and felt my eyes widen as I got a look inside the manse. The whole place was impressive in the best of ways. I came with a glymera upbringing, but this was a step beyond that. Understandably as I knew the King and Queen stayed here. But even so. Fucking. Hell. I stepped past the male and stopped just inside the door, turning and lifting my gaze to the Brothers, “I can only find thank you as words. Though they’re not in any way enough for what you’re doing. I look forward to training and showing you what I can do when I’m not sporting a broken arm and busted ribs. I’ll stay in my room and await instructions. You won’t even know I’m here.” I nodded and backed into the room, only turning when I felt my knees bump against the bed. It was nice and simple. Bathroom easy to find so I didn’t actually have to leave the place.I suddenly twigged what the Brother had said, “Chosen to feed from. I’m not a Brother, will they be ok feeding me?” I blurted my question before I could stop it, instantly wincing and shaking my head, “Sorry, thank you for the offer. Can I get something to eat too? I’m sorry to ask. I was planning on eating when I got home. That plan kind of got sidetracked when I was……” I waved my cast around in front of my face and smiled, waiting to see if I needed to do something before I was able to lie down and maybe manage some kind of sleep.

Zsadist: [Looks at you and nods] I know you're not a brother but I'm not going to let someone suffer when they clearly need to feed. Not under this roof. [I nod my head once more as I my eyes met the males] Of course, I'll have Fritz send up a plate from dinner. I believe it was steak, potatoes, and [Pauses as I think] those green things that look like little trees [Snaps and points a finger at you as I remember] Asparagus. I'll make sure he sends up some rolls and extra gravy [Looking at the male once more before I grab the doorknob] Just….relax true? [My scarred lip twitches as I gently close the door behind me. Once I track down Fritz I tell him what's doing. He sends up everything I said as well as two coronas that I added in, and a big piece of chocolate cake that I remembered seeing a doggen bake the other day. Soon after he has eaten I would send a chosen to him, only hoping that all would go well and he would finally get some rest]

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Family Matters (@FeartoPhear and @DamagedBrother)

Devlin: *I gulped in the cool damp air like a drowning man as I burst into the open night. The rain just a threat, a fresh tang in the air I could almost taste and the cold soaked into my over sensitive skin. I welcomed all and every sense that hit me. Fuck, I’d needed to get out of there, I needed… hell I didn’t know but whatever it was, it wasn’t in that building right now. I pulled my hood up over my head, buried my hands in my pockets and got walking. As my boots crunched on the gravel beams of lights suddenly blinded me and I shielded my new over keen eyes from the onslaught of head lights. ‘Oh, Sire, forgive me-’ The lights vanished but I continued to blink as dancing lights blurred my vision. The old guy Fritz busied himself in hurrying over to my side. When I’d first arrived I had to look up at him and now my chin near rested on my chest as I met his sorrowful gaze.’- Are you needing something? Please allow me to fetch it for you while you rest.’ I’d started to shake my head before he had even finished his offer.* No, it’s cool, I mean, I just needed to get out y’know? *I shrugged, feeling my jacket stretch tightly over my shoulders as I did. The old man's face softened in an understanding I hadn’t expected.* ‘Then allow me to drive you Sire’* Ah, no… I mean, I’m good… I’ll walk. *Fritz smiled* Sire, we’re miles from any civilisation and daw will be upon us in just a couple of hours. *my shoulders slumped, ah shit of course. The whole sunlight turning me into dust thing I’d forgotten… I looked back at the doors I’d just left through and then at the car and nodded, the Doggens face instantly lighting up brighter than his high beams. ‘Where to Sire?’* Um… somewhere human? A store or something? Chocolate and beer? *Fritz nodded. ‘I know just the place Sire.’ I sat back into the rear seat, watching the pitch black race past the car windows. ‘Are you looking forward to training Sire?’ I met Fritz’s eyes in the rear view mirror, really not wanting small talk. Especially on this subject. Truth be told I wasn’t. I doubted I was a fighter didn’t understand what or why I was fighting. I mean what could hunt fucking vampires?... These Lesser creatures sounded even more far fetched than I considered myself to be. I’d never won a fight in my life, never had the desire to fight. My mother had always said ‘I was a gentle soul’. My thoughts sped away with the miles until finally the city rose up around us, I felt disappointment as I found the streets deserted. I’d just wanted to see normality. As the car rolled to a stop outside a run down 24-7 store Fritz turned to look at me and I realised I’d never actually replied to him. ‘Would you like me to go inside?’ I shook my head and pushed open the door and headed to the buzzing pink and blue neon sign. Inside the guy draped in the chair behind the shatter proof glass, looked half asleep, he barely glanced at me and the conversation was even more lacking. I bought fifty dollars of chocolate, beer and vodka and hoped like hell Fritz had some bacon and headed back to the car, considering my mission only half failed.*

Lhaw: The night flew by as I moved through the city on my bike, speeding past cars and pedestrians alike. I didn’t bother paying attention, no one was of interest to me and I wanted to learn as little as possible about this place. I was here to get a job done, stay as detached as possible. I’d promised Wyn I’d get home soon, if I didn’t she’d promised she was coming to me, and I didn’t want that. I knew what kind of trouble she’s get into, and I wasn’t willing to risk that. She was down with my plan to a point, but I knew it would all go to shit if I let her come and get in my head. Her endless texts were bad enough. Though I enjoyed them, I’d never admit that to her. Since I had been old enough to follow Phear around without being noticed I’d trailed him here, to Caldwell. It held nothing but painful memories and bitter regret and I wasn’t worried about having to make an impression and leave. I made my way back down the street towards my hotel, and past the place I’d trailed the car to. I’d followed him once before and made it out of town and to somewhere I ended up circling without finding where he went. Luck had been in my pocket tonight when a car had appeared and I’d followed it back into town. Deciding to circle around a couple of times in the hope I’d figure out who was in the car, and prayed it was Devlin. The store was lit up as they normally were at this time of night, and as I got level I could see the door was opening. Time seemed to slow as I thundered past, my pulse skyrocketing at the chance I’d see Devlin now he was grown and possibly transitioned. I’d not kept track over the years other than check he was still living here. I’d seen him pre-tran last time I’d bothered to visit. I knew he was of age, and I’d transitioned pretty early. I didn’t get to see any more as I suddenly heard the blare of a car horn. Blasting me out of my memory and into the present with enough time to swerve down a side street and into an alley. Heart firmly lodged in my throat, breathing jacked up in frustration and anger. With a low growl I threw my leg over the back of my bike and tugged off my helmet. I needed to calm down, start thinking straight again, maybe even…………………………….my face hit the wall with a crack, my brain still trying to find the last word I’d been thinking as my arm was brutally pulled up behind me.

Devlin: *As the car peeled away from the store the clear night turned to a light drizzling of rain that danced in front of the bright beam of the head lights as it spun around the maze of corners. All was quiet and dark, the solitary street light dimmed with age to a muted yellow offered little in the way of illumination making the night seem all too close yet I knew dawn was gaining on us and my eyes hung heavy, suddenly weary from the night and feeding.

The darkness was broken as the head lights bounced off something moving in the back of the thin alley in front of us, something pale, it was a man, no two, maybe more and they weren’t /men/. The moment I saw then Fritz hit the gas until cry of pain broke the silence making Fritz flinch and hesitate at the wheel. They were attacking something and if they were what I think they were they only hunted one thing.*

STOP! Fritz, stop!! *My hand slammed to the car door, desperate to get out and not thinking of any consequence, the car slowed to a crawl but ceased to stop moving completely as the Doggen reached for his cell. ‘I shall call the warriors Sire, worry not’ Another glance told me whoever it was may not even have the mere minutes that could take. The cool air hit me in a rush before i’d even consciously decided to open the door, stumbling on the tarmac to get my footing as I jumped out of the slow rolling vehicle. The red lights of the brakes coming to life as Fritz stepped out. ‘Sire, I strongly advise-’ I kept walking as I heard his sigh of resignation. ‘Very well Sire but may I advise one thing?’ I turned to look at him to find him holding aloft a handgun and a dagger. I caught them with surprising ease as he threw them over the roof of the car. ’Remember, through the heart Sire, through the heart’ His concern should have made me worry but another pain filled grunt stole my thoughts and sent me running silently to the mouth of the alleyway*

Lhaw: My back arched as I cried out wordlessly and tried to turn my head, figure out who the hell had managed to get the drop on me. I saw a flash of white hair with that sickly gray/white skin and groaned loudly, “Fucking seriously! You have nothing better to do than jump an unarmed civ?” I growled louder as my nose connected with the brick once more, stars seeming to circle my vision as the blood started to flow. I managed to get my free arm up in front of my chest, pushing backwards and using my boot against the hard brick to shove us both in the opposite direction. The other lessers standing idly obviously clicked that perhaps I wasn’t just about to lie down and let them gut me. I’d seen what they did to my kind, and I was not about to be another faceless victim. As soon as I connected solidly with the fifth behind me, making a brick and Lhaw sandwich with lesser filling, I heard my arm snap in his hold. The pain coming an instant later, a pain that had me crying out as my knees gave out. I could physically feel my vision blur and lights flash across the darkened view with each thud of my heart. Fucking hell! That hurt a hell of a lot more than I thought. I tipped forward and managed to save my face any further injury by bracing on my good arm, waiting less than a heartbeat before starting to push upwards. Grunting loudly at the boot that swiftly landed squarely in my ribs as I was flipped to my side and straight onto my broken arm. “FUCK!” I needed to get on my feet and fast.

Devlin: *My back pressed tight to the wall I peered around the corner, my eyes widened and breath caught as I took in the scene in front of me, there were three Lessers, my earlier walk with Zsadist had briefed me on these creatures, at the time I’d found his grim description hard to believe and he was simply trying to scare me. But now, seeing them, I think he was watering it down for the assumed faint hearted. So pale the moon lit them up and soulless eyes as they hunted like a pack around their prey. And that sweet stink that tickled my nose and stuck in the back of my throat certified what I already knew. I’d had no training and never won a fight in my life but I had no time to dwell on negative facts. I clasped the gun in both hands, stepped around the corner and shot the nearest of the trio at point blank range, slick, black blood sprayed back at me, I turned my face as it spattered my cheek and chest*

Lhaw: I heard the sudden sound of…….was that a gun? Who the fuck turned up randomly at this time of night with a gun? The very dead lesser that appeared in front of my face less than a couple of seconds later confirmed it. Until he opened his eyes. What the hell? I scrambled my brain to try and remember what I’d been told about them. I had to stab them somewhere, heart maybe? I hoped whoever it was who was now moving into the alley had a better memory or some training, or we were both screwed. I took advantage of the lesser being distracted to roll to my front and push myself up with my good arm. Momentum allowing me to nose the one closest to me in the face and take a proper look at the male who was now coming level with me. I froze dead where I was as I got a proper look at my brother up close and personal. I could see the resemblance, though without knowing we were related it would be hardly detectable. I wasn’t sure if I uttered his name or not in my state before movement caught my eye. I quickly turned in time to side step the lesser as he charged, taking a glancing blow to the jaw on his way past. I hoped Devlin had weapons, or we were about to be quickly outmanned, “What have you got to take these guys down? Anything, knife, stick I’ll take a fucking bat at this point.” I held out my hand and winced as the guy on the floor continued to flop around. I wondered how much training my brother had, and somewhere in the back of my mind, I was kind of interested to see his ability.

Devlin: *Paused briefly by the stranger knowing my name but having no time to analyse the look in the male’s eyes, I quickly scanned over his broken body, noting his arm hanging useless at his side and silently handed him the gun. This would be his best chance to defend himself but as an untrained, barely post tran, I’d just given away my own best shot.

Seeing the Lesser that had just hit you lunge for you again, I used my new, large unco-ordinated body to slam my shoulder into him, my dagger driving into him but missing his heart, I cursed and dragged my blade back out from his ribs as his own knife lashed out, biting into my forearm as my head smacked into the brick wall at my side. My face suddenly running wet I shake my head to clear my vision of blood.

Lhaw: I had to keep blinking to keep my vision clear, my nose was broken and causing issues with my eyes welling up. It wasn’t a pain I wasn’t used to, but it fucked with my ability to see straight every time. I felt the warmed metal slip into my hand, and knew my jaw had gone slack at the gesture. I hated guns, but for Devlin to give up his weapon so easily, that wasn’t what I’d expected at all. Who’d trained him? Fucking hell! I shook my head and mumbled my thanks before movement caught my eye. The lesser I had managed to ram against the wall was getting closer, at the last minute I felt Devlin move rather than see him, his body flashing past me. I managed a step out the way before my attention was taking my the third lesser. His grin telling me that he thought he’d got the easy end of the bargain as he sized me up, slowly circling to bring my back to the dead end. I flicked my eyes to my gun and flipped it in my hand, gripping the muzzle rather than the handle. I hated guns! When the white haired bastard rushed me I managed to dodge out the way, my injured arm taking a glancing blow that had me seeing little birds around my eyes. I managed a clean hit though and cracked the gun across his temple. Having to take a moment to clear my vision yet again. I was sure at some point Devlin would take out his gun and come to help. But I also had no idea how well trained he was, how long since his transition, nothing. So I had to assume help wasn’t coming. The flash of silver told me that I’d not done quite enough damage to the lesser as he barreled towards me again, pushing me backwards into the alley, that dagger pressed against my shoulder. Sharp tip digging past my leather jacket as I tried to hold him off with my good arm. My one arm wasn’t really much of a match against his two arms and whole body weight. I gritted my teeth and growled low, digging for any strength I could to stop the fucker from sinking the dagger any deeper into my shoulder.

Devlin: *Ducking away as the freak came at me again, my back to the wall seeing the guy I was trying to save half way stabbed, why the fuck wasn’t he shooting him? Seeing movement in my peripheral vision, I swung out with my blade, my moves uncoordinated and aim a desperate blind guess, yet more rancid, oil like blood splattered my face making me turn my head, recoiling in disgust. I looked back to see /it/ laid wide eyed, its mouth gaping as it’s throat hung open in a new smile. Gritting my teeth, I raised my knife over my head and this time I made sure not to miss the heart. The bastard vanished with a pop a moment later and I looked to the last. He was too lost in his battle of strength as he slowly skewered the Male. I wiped the still flowing blood from my eyes again and hauled my cumbersome body over to the struggle and with a grunt of exertion ran the Lesser through his back with an uppercut to his heart.*

Lhaw: I gritted my teeth as a soundless shout threatened as the blade slowly made its way through my skin and into the muscle below. The pain that radiated was second only to the broken arm, muscles tensing as that damn blade slid into that same fucking shoulder. Just as I was about to desperately try anything I could to get the male off me the weight disappeared. Blade still half in and half out of my shoulder, but now rather than the pale skin and sickly smell of lesser, I was faced with the male I’d come here specifically to see. He was covered in blood, mostly lessers by the looks of it. I knew my nose had exploded across my face, probably covered my clothes too, the blood from my shoulder blending nicely under the black leather. I could feel it seeping over my skin, running under my shirt. At least it was warm. I growled low as I pushed away from the wall, eyes lifting to the male in front of me. “Thanks for that. I thought i’d have to do something radical there.” I bent for the gun that lay down by my feet, groaning as my arm and ribs protested, my face starting to throb at the change in angle, “Thanks for this by the way, how you fairing up?” I narrowed my eyes, wondering whether he’d introduce himself to me while we both stood bleeding in the back of an alley. I was intrigued and wondered just much experience of all this the male had gone through. I waited patiently for him to speak, to give me something to go on.

Devlin: *Taking the gun from you, creasing my brow in confusion as Lesser blood coats my palm from the handle* You could have used this properly to save yourself… *Looking you over with concern, the rain falling heavier in icy shards* I’m doing better than you it seems and you can’t stay out here *shaking my head* I have a car waiting. I can get you some help or take you home. I’m Devlin by the way. *Thinks about offering you my hand to shake and then thinks better of it due to your injuries and wraps them around myself as I continue to visual assess your condition* Do you need help to walk? You can lean on me if you like?

Lhaw: I cleared my throat and ran my tongue over my lips, immediately tasting the blood that coated them. “I…..um, well, I have no idea how to use the fucking things. I’d likely shoot you, or myself before shooting the thing right in front of me. So yeah, figured it was probably safer.” I shrugged my good shoulder, wincing when it pulled at the muscles on the other side. I needed a doctor, I didn’t think it needed stitches, but I did need my arm set until I could feed and get it on the way to being healed. I watched the male in front of me, my gaze wary at how easily he offered up transport and someone to look after me. My brows shooting into my hairline at the offer to lean on him for support. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, seems he was raised with love and manners, not in the glymera where you were expected to be a certain way. Or in my case did the complete opposite just to spite, or just cos I could. I had to breath slowly to combat the pain and the niggling feeling that something was about to blow up in my face. I moved closer and nodded, “I have my bike, but if you can take me to a doctor or something, I’d appreciate it.” I waited until I was close enough to the male to see the tiny specs of lesser blood that decorated his skin before lifting my hand out to his, “I’m Lhaw by the way. Son of Phear. I’m your brother.” I blinked once as I stood and waited, figuring I’d either render the male speechless, or he’d try to make my nose look even worse than it already was.

Zsadist: [Every time I had a call from Fritz I got this weird feeling. Fritz doesn’t call me out of the blue to have a chat or at the grocery store asking me what bread I wanted. No. Fritz called me only when he truly needed me. When I answered I let out a low sigh as I heard what it was about. Of course, the new trainee was getting himself into a bit of trouble. Barely even saying goodbye to the doggen on the phone as I bolt out of the mansion and dematerialize to the coordinates that he gave me. Once there I see the black car with fritz inside. He opens the door and points over to the two males. I could smell the blood from where I stood. Nodding to Fritz, I wave him back in the car and scans the area. Looks like no signs of lessers. Whatever was here got killed. Well damn i’m slightly impressed. Neither of these males have any training, well I at least know Devlin doesn’t. Stepping forward I let my eyes scan over the mystery male that had quite a few wounds before I flicker my gaze to Devlin] I’m proud of you for what you did but also would of been smart to wait for me. Then again this male here probably would of been in worst shape. [Looks into the trainee’s eyes] Just try not to get into anymore fights until we get you trained a bit more [My eyes going back to the other male] You look like you could get some medical attention. How about we take you to get patched up. That's not a question. You will do as I say, like it or not [Grunts]

Devlin: *I drag my eyes away from Lhaw or whatever the fuck he said his name to be to meet the battered face of Zsadist but my eyes were unseeing, just the stranger's words bouncing around my head in a constant replay, drowning out whatever Z was saying. As the Brother released me from his stare I looked back at Lhaw as Zsadist spoke to him, my anger palpable as it boiled up through my chest and raced through my blood in a course of aggression, the likes i’d never felt before. Pumping my muscles and firing an all new gear of strength as my hands form into fists and my jaw sets. I save his life, risking my own in the process and he tries to fuck with me with his lies? My hand connected with his jaw with full force, snapping his head back without me having any conscious thought to do so*

Lhaw: I waited………..and nothing happened. I felt my frown deepen, and I was about to ask if the male was alright when a dude the size of a tank turned up. I looked quickly towards Devlin, but it seemed he was relaxed. So we knew this male, a Brother now my memory kicked in. I’d heard the rumours about all of the Brothers, and I could take a wide guess this one was Zsadist. I watched as he pegged Devlin with a gaze that would probably have scared most people before he turned his attention to me. I shuffled on the spot and felt my lip rise in distaste at the order, “I am happy to get some medical attention, but I have my bike.” I gestured with my good hand, wincing all over again when it yet again pulled on all the muscles that had been bend out of shape. I was not feeling good at all and the faster we got to wherever they were taking me to get patched up the be…………...HOLY SHIT! My chin lifted as I staggered and smacked into the wall again, trying to regain my balance as the pain from my jaw and my arm hitting the solid brick raced through me. I snarled and whipped my face around to glare at my brother as I tried to breath evenly enough to stop my body shutting down. I was not about to pass out in front of Devlin and a Brother. Biting down hard on my lip I pushed back to standing and pointed a finger at Devlin, “One free pass, you fucker. Only cos I dumped that shit on you without warning.” I then turned my attention back to the Brother, “Wherever it is you’re taking me to get put back together, lead the fucking way. And I’m Lhaw, nice to meet you!”

Zsadist: [Raises a brow as I watch Devlin hit the other male] Nice hit...but you're hitting the wrong guy. Try that on a lesser next time [Watching the male stagger then spew some words before turning to me] We will get your bike home..how about you go in the car with Fritz? [Nods leads Lhaw there looking back at Dev] You better fucking behave or your walking, alright? Just keep your hands to yourself [I help the male in the car then eyes Fritz through the window. I point to my eyes then points to Devlin as he heads for the car. Indicating for the doggen to keep his eyes on the two. Once they are in the car I look around then makes my way over to the bike. Checking it out as I fiddle with the keys I managed to snag from Lhaw’s pocket when he wasn't paying attention. Starting it up as I toss my leg over and hop on. I rev at the engine a bit before I bring my feet up and takes off. It has been awhile since I drove one of these, but I had to admit it was pretty damn nice]

Devlin: *Following after Lhaw, my eyes boring a hole in his back as he heads to the car. Well hasn’t tonight been a night of revelations. My blood boils as he sinks into my ride about to be taken to my new life and I sicken myself at the fleeting thought that I wished I’d not saved this fucker tonight. Slipping into the back seat beside him, the car suddenly feeling all to small despite the vast, fine interior and plush leather seats that braced around the expanse of my wide shoulders. I briefly pondered what will happen should we get blood on them. Every nerve in my body seared with hostility suspicion and unspoken accusations towards this imposter beside me. My jaw was set so tightly I struggled to speak as I whispered. “I do not have a brother….” I caught sight of Fritz’s eyes flick to mine in the rear view mirror and I abandoned my line of questions to watch the city file by*

Lhaw: I easily slid an arm around the male as I tried to roll my jaw, checking to make sure nothing was broken. It didn’t feel like he’d done any damage, but then again I wasn’t exactly an expert. I could practically feel the eyes boring into the back of my head, and I knew without looking that Devlin was pissed with my little revelation. Not that I cared right now. My arm was throbbing along with my ribs, and I wasn’t sure what my face looked like. I just knew I couldn’t feel it any more. I had more weight on the mahoosive male helping me than I wanted as I hobbled towards the car and got into the car. Groaning as I had to try and maneuver myself with one arm across the seats until I was sure Devlin would get into the car and not be within reach. I lifted my eyes slowly to his when I heard the whispered words, eyes flashing before I smiled slowly, noting his discomfort with the doggen in the front seat, “You certainly do have a brother, and you just rescued him from being murdered on the side of the street. Thank you.” That was all I could say. I could have gone into who I was and all to do with it. But I knew he’d connect what I said when I introduced myself and know I wasn't lying. Hell, even looking me up would prove who our father was. He’d have to listen then. It’d be in black and white and he’d be stuck accepting that. I nodded carefully and settled back in the seat, cradling my arm to my chest as we hit the odd bump along the way. At one point I heard what sounded like my bike fly past, and I hoped the male riding it knew what he was doing. I’d so hate to kill him when he’d been so nice to me already. Time seemed to pass in a blink and suddenly we were slowing and I was ushered away. Someone had obviously called ahead, and before i knew what was happening I was in a hospital bed, minus a brother and a bike.

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