Tales of a Shifter - Broken Bonds (Part 4)

Tales of a Shifter - Broken Bonds (Part 4)

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Genre: Gay and Lesbian

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Status: Finished

Genre: Gay and Lesbian

Summary

PART FOUR- The Blood of Brandon Blood. It is vital. It is….power. For Brandon it is pain and darkness…and his destiny. The Flame. The power within him. The secrets behind him. The men that want to control him. It is all connected by webs of betrayals and tragedy. The truth is coming out. Too ugly to accept. To powerful to ignore. But new threats intermingle with the truth. Blurring lines. Creating hostility. And as our two heroes struggle with passion, they will find that these new threats are impossible for them to ignore. Jacob, a black beast form Brandon’s past. He was once beloved and now he is a relentless Lion driven by secular and non-secular goals that speak to madness….and grand plans. Jacob has come at the behest of the Alchemists Clan, a mortal organization that moves in the shadows. Powerful….deadly…..mysterious. And Brandon belongs to them. His father Hovel is their Leader. Ezekiel is forced to ask himself who is Hovel of the Alchemists? What does he have planned for Brandon? Brandon will be forced to ask what more is he willing to lose as the darkness from his past threatens to destroy any and all light? Will he be able to accept Ezekiel’s care, compassion and most of all his affection? As old friendships and betrayals take center stage in this part of the Tales…..what will Brandon do to remain free. To overcome his perverted past and dammed future? What can Ezekiel do to prevent more pain? To strip away everything but the burning hunger between them? Can the past be forgiven? Can it be ignored? What will new facts shed light on….Will the Blood and death continue to flow? Our heroes stand at the precipice of their emotions, even as The Blood of Brandon releases insanity and chaos.

Summary

PART FOUR- The Blood of Brandon

Blood. It is vital. It is….power. For Brandon it is pain and darkness…and his destiny. The Flame.

The power within him. The secrets behind him. The men that want to control him. It is all connected by webs of betrayals and tragedy.

The truth is coming out. Too ugly to accept. To powerful to ignore. But new threats intermingle with the truth.

Blurring lines. Creating hostility.

And as our two heroes struggle with passion, they will find that these new threats are impossible for them to ignore.

Jacob, a black beast form Brandon’s past. He was once beloved and now he is a relentless Lion driven by secular and non-secular goals that speak to madness….and grand plans.

Jacob has come at the behest of the Alchemists Clan, a mortal organization that moves in the shadows. Powerful….deadly…..mysterious.

And Brandon belongs to them. His father Hovel is their Leader.

Ezekiel is forced to ask himself who is Hovel of the Alchemists? What does he have planned for Brandon?

Brandon will be forced to ask what more is he willing to lose as the darkness from his past threatens to destroy any and all light? Will he be able to accept Ezekiel’s care, compassion and most of all his affection?

As old friendships and betrayals take center stage in this part of the Tales…..what will Brandon do to remain free. To overcome his perverted past and dammed future?

What can Ezekiel do to prevent more pain? To strip away everything but the burning hunger between them?

Can the past be forgiven? Can it be ignored?

What will new facts shed light on….Will the Blood and death continue to flow?

Our heroes stand at the precipice of their emotions, even as The Blood of Brandon releases insanity and chaos.

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Submitted: September 09, 2016

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Brandon didn’t see them leave the room. He didn’t care that they left. All he wanted to do was stop the pain.

 

He had to eat. He had to eat. Aches flared in his guts. His soul felt like it was being stabbed by the ferocity of the Flames demand.

 

He had to eat!

 

“Bring the boy in…” Hovels smooth voice suddenly commanded over the room, from a white speaker hanging in the corner of the room. It was normal to hear his voice across the speaker, since Hovel normally stood on the opposite side of the glass directing the Procedures with nothing but his voice.

 

The Alchemists, who despite their bloody work on Brandon’s legs, remained decked out in pure white robes. With out any further prodding from his father the Alchemists walked towards a second door on the far side of the room. They walked out…and in came a small little person.

 

The little person looked like a shrunken version of all the other food that Brandon had ever eaten. It was male but it lacked any muscles or facial hair…and it was much smaller then Brandon was used too.

With small arms…pink lips and big leaking green eyes. The little persons head barely reached up to Brandon’s stomach.

 

 And unlike the other food that Brandon had eaten before. This little person took one look at Brandon screamed and fell back onto is small hands and knees, before scrambling across the floor and back into a corner screaming one strange word over and over again.

 

“MOM!!!” the little person wailed as if the odd word were some kind of protection form the naked man standing in the room with him.

 

Suddenly Nora’s voice was screaming across the speakers. Apparently Hovel was still holding the speakers button, because every one of her words poured into the room, sounding absolutely horror-struck.

 

“Oh my god! Oh my god No! Please Grand Master!” She screamed, begging and pleading.

 

For what Brandon didn’t know.

 

“Silence Acolyte!” Hovel screamed.

 

Nora grew silent, but the next person to speak was Jacob and he sounded just as outraged as Nora did.

 

“Hovel what they hell!? Why would you feed him a child?” Jacob barked in what sounded like horror from behind the window.

 

 Hovel scoffed across the speaker. “The Child was the best that I could do Jacob. You know that finding fooord f Brandon is not easy…. Now be quiet. And observe.”

 

"Observe what!?” Jacob asked behind the glass.

 

Hovel laughed and replied. “The energy source within the boy Jacob…” Hovel explained. His voice echoing around the room that Brandon was in. “Its power is almost where we need it to be! It is maturing. Soon enough….it will be fully awakened.”

 

Brandon’s head was throbbing out of control. Every inch of his body was throbbing in pain from not only where his flesh was freshly gown, but from a body shaking with hunger.

 

A hunger stronger than any he had felt before.

 

Or was it? Over the weeks the Hunger had started to change.

 

The Flame burned with the intensity of its need like  hot lava in Brandon’s soul.

 

The pain slashed and at beat him, instead of a simple small ache that Brandon normally used to feel he felt a new level of agony.

 

Where before the hunger had felt natural and easy to satisfy with a little bit of food ….The hunger of the Flame over the weeks had started to feel bottomless.

 

Endless. Agonizing. Terrifying.

 

In truth Brandon had begun to struggle with the Flames hunger.

 

He had secretly tried multiple times to eat the energy of the Alchemists that came to take him away for his procedures, but when he touched the Alchemists nothing ever happened. Their Alchemic power protected them from the Flame.

 

The Flame recognized their energy as food, but the never Flame never came out and attacked them the way it did with other food.

Not the way the Flame was screaming at Brandon to attack now.

 

“Come on boy.” Hovels voice demanded over the speaker. “Feed and let us see."

 

But Brandon couldn’t move any closer to the child whimpering in the corner. For the first time….felt conflicted. The hunger he felt….wasn’t strong enough to override the pain that Brandon heard. pouring across the speakers.

 

“Brandon don’t!” Nora pleaded at him. She sounded so sad….so angry. IT hurt. Why did this hurt?

 

“Be silent Nora!” Hovel screamed. His voice cold fury.

 

“NO! This is sick! This is monstrous! ” Nora shouted back, her voice was dripping in desperation. She was sobbing now. “This is WRONG!”

 

“This is wrong…?” Brandon slowly repeated after her. And like a slap to the soul he realized that….he did feel wrong.

 

Brandon felt like he had to stop himself….and the panic and pain of Nora’s voice registered somewhere deep within.

 

Sadly Brandon had always understood death.

 

Even before understanding words or emotions….Brandon had understood death. He knew what it was.

 

He fed the Flame…and things died.

 

But to him, it was no different than taking up a piece of steak or chicken and swallowing it down.

 

He was hungry so he ate…and if something had to die…..that was only natural.

 

He had never been taught morality. Or philosophy. Or remorse or Guilt.

 

He didn’t know that death….was a bad, unpleasant thing. A sad thing.

 

Death was death. Food was food.

 

But in that moment….and because Brandon had started to mentally mature more and more the implications of what Nora was saying froze him.

 

If this was wrong…..was all of it wrong? If what he was doing upset Nora so much and made her sad….Then had all of the other food upset her just as much?

 

Was he doing something bad and sick……and monstrous?

 

The Child kept screaming…and even as Brandon was caught up in his emotional turmoil….the Flame lurched forwards.

 

IT clawed up and out of his core….it pulsed down his arms into his fingertips and bright white light flashed to life all on it own.

 

In that moment Brandon sensed that something was changing. Somehting bad.

 

Brandon didn’t touch the child. He didn’t want to feed, but white light, like grasping fingers made of white electricity shot out of his fingertips and slammed into the boy’s body.

 

The Child went ramrod straight…and screamed at the burning touch. Flesh sizzled…and energy….sweet energy like citrus filled Brandon’s senses as he started to feed.

 

It was sweet. It felt sooooo good…..but it was not what Brandon wanted.

 

The Flame….was feeding without him. The Flame was doing what IT wanted to do.

 

In moments the Childs screams turned to gurgles of death….and his small body turned black and wrinkled….and dry.

 

Brandon took a shuttering breath of shock as the white light….blinked off.

 

The Flame shot back into his hands…and back into his core. With the force of a cement block mixed with pleasure.

Carrying the child’s sweet energy deep within where it both warmed Brandon….and made him want to scream.

 

Paralyzed by the moment Brandon fell over and the last thing he saw and heard was the sickening slap of the child’s shrivled black and bloody body hitting the floor.

 

And Hovels triumphant voice crying. “Did you see it!? IT has grown stronger. Did you see the power leap out into the world!?" He continued in elation. "I could feel it through the glass! IT was amazing!! Soon….Soon we will all have what we wanted!”

 

 


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