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The Book of Yemoja

Master list

Title: Knout - a flogging whip with a lash of leather thongs twisted with wire used for punishing criminals

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"All the world will be your enemy, Prince with a Thousand Enemies, and whenever they catch you, they will kill you. But first, they must catch you, digger, listener, runner, prince with the swift warning. Be cunning and full of tricks, and your people shall never be destroyed."

The shrink said that they should all listen to the recording from the session that she had with Kyle and the girl. Simon doesn't understand why they need to allow this to even go on. In his mind, Kyle is a trooper, a tough one despite being an omega. He's fallen out of a helo and survived. He's taken numerous shots to his body and rolls with the punches. Simon knows he will be a lieutenant before the end of the year…providing he passes the slew of psych evals after his stint as a POW.

Yet he feels uncertain as he sits with John and Johnny. They are in John's office seated at the desk with the little tape recorder on the table, hosting the other unseen parties of this mess. Simon can feel the tension in the air, and it makes him itch. His skin feels like it is breaking out in hives. He scratches and picks at the scabs on his arm. A nasty habit that Kyle will no doubt scold him on the second things become routine again. And God, Simon can't wait for his routine to be back in place, a comfort that he's been missing.

“So.” John says as he reads through the notes that the psychiatrist and the therapist worked up. “Kyle obviously has PTSD, anxiety, depression and here's a new one, concerns about an eating disorder developing along with the obvious unhealthy attachment to the girl.” He tosses down the packet of notes and sighs. “We really are stuck with her.” He reads a few more lines and sighed, “His withdrawal from whatever they were giving him is steady, though, safe for the most part.”

Simon only grunts and folds his arms, “Don’ see why we're doin’ this to start.” He's glaring down at the recording device. He certainly doesn't want to confront any demons that happen to exist on that tape. He'd rather be allowed to torture the people that were caught during Kyle's escape. Sure, they were just lowly guards, but they had seen enough and could point them in the right direction.

“It'll help us with helping ‘em Si.” Johnny says. Simon takes note of how he seems to be fingering the little cross on his necklace more often these days. Johnny sighs and gives them both a smile, “Well let's play the tape.”

John only grunts in agreement and presses play on the tape player.

Therapist: So good morning Kyle *sounds of paper rustling* and Ye- Yee-mo-jay?

Kyle: *laughs* Close but not quite. It's Yeh-mo-ja. Don't worry, I didn't get it at first either

Therapist: Sorry, I'm just trying to make sure. Tell me, Kyle, how are you feeling today?

Kyle: *is silent for a moment* I- I don't really know how I'm feeling. I don't feel real, and the withdrawal from whatever they gave me hurts.

Therapist: Withdrawal? Can you expand on that?

Kyle: *mumbles something incoherent*

Therapist: Could you repeat that?

Kyle: They injected us and gassed us with various things. I'm not too sure what.

Therapist: Sounds like an awful experience. I'm sure your pack is glad to have you back.

Kyle: *sighs* Yeah, I guess I am glad to be home…with them.

Therapist: You sound unsure. Care to tell me why?

Kyle: I'm not unsure about being with them. I unsure about- fuck- I don't know.

Yemoja: *quiet mumbling*

Kyle: No. I don't want you to leave.

Therapist: You two seem very close.

Kyle: She's my friend. My omega.

Therapist: How do you feel about that Yemoja?

Yemoja: *quiet mumbling*

Therapist: Do you have a family that would have been looking for you?

Yemoja: *sniffles and starts crying*

Kyle: Hey, it's gonna be okay. You have us now, and w-

Yemoja: *mumbling between sobs*

Kyle: Don't say that. My boys do like you, Yemy.

Yemoja: *indistinguishable words between crying*

Kyle: I wouldn't lie about something like that.

Therapist: I understand you are upset and that these must be difficult emotions for you both to deal with.

Yemoja: *very quiet sniffles and whispers*

Kyle: You're staying because you're mine.

*several seconds of silence. The therapist can be heard writing*

Therapist: Kyle and Yemoja, I have noticed that you both have trouble sleeping and eating basic ADLS. How can I help with that?

Yemoja: *quietly* Kyle doesn't like it when you give him drinks that aren't in a closed unopened bottle.

Kyle: *chuckles* I don't. But I'll deal.

Yemoja: *mumbles* Will you, though?

Therapist: So unopened drinks with caps only. What about food?

Kyle: We don't like eating anything if we can't cook it or see it cooked from start to finish.

Yemoja: *sniffles and is very quiet* No oatmeal, cream of wheat, none of that, please. No more.

Therapist: I am sure we can accommodate that.

*several moments of quiet with scratching of writing*

Therapist: Anything else I can pass along to help with adjusting?

Kyle: *takes a deep breath* I want to be discharged from the service.

It was like the air was sucked out of the room when Kyle said that. Simon had to blink a few times in order to really understand what was said. He really couldn't comprehend what he had just heard. His Kyle wanted to quit?

Fucking ridiculous.

He knew he didn't really mean that, he had been leading smaller ops for the past year working towards a promotion. They've all been put through their paces, survived horrific situations and he wants to quit? He wants to fucking leave the team? The nerve.

Simon got up from the table and left the room. He didn't pay attention to Price or Johnny calling him back, he only had tunnel vision heading towards the observation buildings. Whatever Kyle was going through, he would fix it, even if he had to use brute force. They were a team. They were a pack. Task force 1-4-1, together no matter what. Even just Kyle wanting to leave made him feel like a failure at keeping what's left of his family safe.

Simon knows he is not good with words, but he's sure he can make him see reason. He's sure that whatever cross Kyle is bearing, he can carry it for him, he can bear every and any cross for his team, his pack, his family. It's his own little punishment for every sin he's committed against humanity. His own self flagellation for when he lost Kyle on that op, a deeper form of punishment from when he got his brother and his fledgling pack killed. He would suffer any kind of punishment for the transgression of thinking his Kyle was dead. He lost sleep over it, replayed each and every moment leading up to his capture. He and Johnny argued about both of their mistakes, with Price being the one to have to break up the arguments.

He gets to the room where Kyle is and he breaks open the door startling both him and the stray that clings to him.

“Simon?” Kyle says with wide eyes, but then they relax, “I was wondering when I'd see you.”

“What's this about you wanting to get discharged?” He's frowning, eyes narrowed fighting back tears. He doesn't do well with change, and the only change he is willing to tolerate is Kyle getting promoted. He slides his eyes over to the girl and he can feel himself growling.

Kyle, ever the so level headed person he is, only sighs and rests his head on the girl's shoulder and it really does make Simon irate in a way. “I'm not fit for service anymore.” He says, looking away from him.

The girl looks sad when she turns to press her lips to his temple. She whispers something to him, trying her best to soothe him. Then her eyes turn back to Simon and truthfully the stare she gives him feels like a slap in the face. “If you're only here to fuss at him…then you should leave.” It's the first words he's heard her say in person and she's telling him to fucking leave.

“This…” He isn't sure what he is going to say, “You had something to do with him wanting this?”

The girl snarls in shock, her face twisting up into a nasty frown, brows knitted together in rage. “The audacity!” She shouts, moves to jump to her feet. Simon can tell she is itching for a fight, a small sign that she thinks she belongs to Kyle.

“Yemy, no.” Kyle pulls her back. “Simon, it's fine.”

Simon doesn't say anything as he glares at the stray. The growl in his chest rumbles low and escapes through clenched teeth. “You're not getting discharged. You'll be fine, complete therapy, get over this and things will be normal.” It's certainly a declaration. The unsaid part of ‘The stray will not be staying’ lingers on the tail end of the sentence.

‘Animals don't behave like men,' he said. 'If they have to fight, they fight; and if they have to kill, they kill. But they don't sit down and set their wits to work to devise ways of spoiling other creatures' lives and hurting them. They have dignity and animality."

It took a few days, but finally, there was a break in the pattern that could be exploited. A guard that was supposed to be on duty was out sick. They had noted his slow reaction times along with how little he had been drinking. Maybe he was trying to kick the habit, Kyle and Yemoja didn't care. It was Yemoja's idea to feign heat sickness. She had been acting that way for days, and with how serious it was, they had to come in and manually administer medical assistance. With heat sickness, one could die, and the on call nurse was without their guard or any guard.

So when she used her badge to swipe open the cell door. Kyle sprang to his feet and attacked. He had been laying still, pretending to be asleep for hours, as if the latest round of sleep meds touched his lips from the drugged water and food. The drugged food was stashed behind their bed.

There's a sickening crunch and a snap as the nurse lands in a crumpled heap on the cement floor. Kyle hasn't had to snap a neck in a very long time, and he's happy that it was mostly Simon that did that type of kill on missions. He prided himself on not being brutal and being quick and efficient and making sure he respected innocents that got caught up. He looked sad as he stared down at the blank and listless eyes of the young woman, hoping that there weren't any children or family waiting for her.

Yemoja gets to her feet and drags her body into the cell. “Kyle look for anything on her medication cart. Scalpels, knives, anything, my love.” She is quickly stripping down the dead body of her scrubs and switching her clothes out.

Kyle is quick with his search. He isn't sure what they are going to do with scalpels and knives against guns, but he trusts his omega implicitly. And what a funny thing that is for him to think. His omega. His. They've been together for a while now, and he considered her his omega, and that was not a common thing. For an omega to claim another omega was rare and against nature by this experience was against nature. The things done to him were against nature, and it was fitting that he would deviate and claim the only thing that's grounded him.

“Come on, we gotta be quick.” She pulled on the rest of the scrubs and ransacked the medication cart for pain meds and anything else useful. There's no telling how long they would be until they find help.

Before Kyle knew it, they used the key swipe card to escape their floor, and they were creeping silently through the halls. She's dressed as a staff member, and she's got him standing up straight, walking as if she's taking him to a different observation room. On the various cameras, it looks legitimate. At the far end of the hallway, the exit is there. They are almost about to walk out. He can taste freedom, and his body vibrates with trepidation.

“Camilla what are you doing off the unit with this subject?” A voice calls out from behind them both.

Yemoja freezes, and she glances at Kyle. They share a brief moment of communication before hell breaks loose and the alarm sounds.

Rabbits live close to death, and when death comes closer than usual, thinking about survival leaves little room for anything else.

a.n: been a while since I did this one. I'm glad to have worked on it tbh.

Book: Watership Down by Richard Adams

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