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

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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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The moment Brandon woke up he screamed.

 

The moment his eyes opened….he was disoriented. He was laying horizontal….on a couch, staring up at a white ceiling.

 

And yet even though Brandon was disoriented….he knew exactly where he was in a matter of seconds.

 

Hovels office.

 

It had been years since he had last visited his father’s study. The last time had been on the terrible night when Aron the Scribe had decided to visit him and died for invading him.

 

Brandon felt like his head was made of glass and a terrible dread in his heart made him simply want to close his eyes and go back into the darkness.

 

But a part of Brandon’s mind focused entirely on the fact that he was in danger and so was Nora…..because of him.

 

So rather than give into the fear, Brandon focused on his surroundings and regaining his bearings.

 

There was unfortunately not a lot to see.

 

 Hovels office was white like all of the other rooms in the base. The only difference lied in the fact that there was a giant wooden desk in the center of the large room that was covered in books….and that the walls were covered in scrolls or posters and maps.

 

 Far to the left of the room, and directly in Brandon’s eye line…was the door….and it was wide open. Light pouring in from the white hallways just beyond the threshold.

 

Unable to think ahead, Brandon was simply a second from jumping up from the couch and running out of that door. But a rumble and a voice from the right of the room jerked him to a numb halt.

 

“Lil One….You’re awake.” Jacobs vice fell over him. Brandon closed his eyes.

 

The calm baritone that always had the ability too sooth him, instead made Brandon flinch and shoot up into a vertical position.

 

Jacob was sitting in a cushioned chair….watching him from a corner in the far right of the room His handsome face and cold black eyes emotionless as he watched Brandon from a small distance. Small enough that Brandon had no chance to escape.

 

“Ja!” Brandon breathed. His eyes darted around the room in slight confusion trying to connect the dots of how he arrived in that room in the first place…and also searching for a way out.

 

“Clam down…it’s only been a few moments. “ Jacob softly explained, then leaned back in his seat and smiled coolly. “I brought you here.”

 

Brandon’s head hurt looking at the Lion suddenly. The sharp ache behind his eyes remained Brandon that even though Jacob seemed cold and detached his rage and aggression burned hot and fast.

 

Instead of focus on the Pain, Brandon slowly and cautiously started to stand up from his seat.

 

“Where am I?” Brandon asked needlessly.

 

Jacob slowly raised to his feet and replied “You know where you are.”

Feeling a cold fear and a hot pain in his heart as he watched Jacob speak. Brandon shook his head and asked next.

 

“Where is Nora?”

 

At this question a small sadness lit Jacobs’s cold black gaze, but then he looked away, and simply said. “Come on Brandon…its time.”

 

Confused Brandon watched him in silence, then he finally asked. “Time for what, Ja? Where is Nora!?”

 

Jacob sighed and replied. “Its time for the truth.”

 

Then without another word Jacob turned from Brandon, walked across the room and waited beside the open doorway of his father’s study.

 

Brandon looked around the room on last time.

 

His father’s study was the same as it had been many years before. All Brandon saw once more was a menagerie of odd trinkets and large dusty books displayed behind large pristine glass cases.

 

But there were no weapon for Brandon to use. No windows or any other escape routes that he could take.

 

Brandon had no choice but to follow Jacob to the door…and out of it.

 

A part of Brandon considered escaping the moment he got out of the room, but to his deep dismay Three, white robbed, Alchemists were waiting on him just outside of the door. They surrounded him and Jacob….and wordlessly began escorting him.

 

For a long time they walked in silence, turning down one featureless white wall after another,traveling deep within the base. Deeper then Brandon had even traveled with Nora.

 

Until with a rush of cold air and the heavy scent of old blood….Brandon and his entourage walked out of the halls and into a giant room with a domed ceiling. The floor and roof was similarly white much as the rest of the base was covered in white, but etched in long scrawling scripts….were ugly misshapen symbols and stylized eyes.

 

The entire room….felt wrong to him. It felt like the rooms where Brandon went to get his procedures. Dark…and painful.

 

And what could have been dozens of nameless faceless White robed Alchemists stood beneath the doom. They parted like a silent and ominous sea as Jacob lead Brandon deeper and deeper into the room.

 

The silence was suffocating as hundreds of nameless  people started at him and when Brandon finally made it to the center…the small gasp of horror that he released seemed like a scream, because of the suppressive silence.

 

But Brandon couldn’t help but gasp at what he was seeing

 

On one side of the room, in the dark shadows there was giant cage built into the wall. Something big….churned in the darkness. Brandon couldn’t see it, but with a small shock of horror Brandon soon realized exactly what it was. Cackling. Screaming….and scratching at the bars.

 

Brandon was only able to tear his eyes away from the dark corner, when the dancing lights of flames hit him in the face.

 

Suddenly, to Brandon’s terrified revulsion his eyes came to rest on what the flames illuminated.

 

Sitting at the center of the room there were three solid stone Alters jutting up out of the floor. Light danced across their marbled surfaces. Warm orange lights cast out from large white melted candles, which burned all around the floor.

 

And laid bare as babes were two naked women and a young man tied across the White Alters. IT was clear that the man was weak and terrified.  He had orange curls…and big blue eyes. The man laid on top of the Alter, silently crying and yanking on the chains that bound him down to the top of the White Alter.

The two women were older in appearance and they were also crying alternating between whimpering and thrashing. Rattling the chains that held them. One of the woman had long blond hair and green eyes. The other woman had short brown hair…and black eyes.

 

The sight of the strangers tide down in chains was a terrible shock. 

 

But not as terrible as seeing Hovel standing behind the whimpering people.

 

His father’s sandy blond hair was shining in the candle light and he was decked in bilious white grand robes, with silken midnight black tassels wrapped around his shoulders.

 

Hovel stood at a small white podium with white burning candles tacked to its front surface as if the candles were somehow growing out of the wood. He sat to the far back of the three Alters watching over the screaming struggling people.

 

 

The moment Brandon took all of this in he wanted to….to do something!

 

But with all of the terrible eyes watching him….Brandon felt paralyzed by how bizarre and unnatural the moment was.

 

All Brandon could do was start shouting at Jacobs back.

 

 “Oh my God….What is this! What is the truth?” Brandon asked him in a glib manner that felt disrespectful….but all the reverence and awe that he had once felt for Jacob had died a swift death after Jacob struck him and Nora.

 

But even though Brandon directed the question at Jacob…..it was Hovels voice that replied.

 

With a loud booming voice Hovel seemed to jump into an exaggerated arm flourish. He seemed to be not only speaking to Brandon, but to the entire room of Alchemists.

 

The swish of robes flilled the air as his father moved and cried out passionatly.

 

“The truth will set you free! Watch…and you will learn. You will see what all of our divine children shall inherit!” Hovel supplied slowly reaching up, snatching off his glasses and without another word he walked away from the podium.

 

Brandon watched him….as Hovel seemed to float across the room, towards the shadows….and the growling beast hidden in them.

 

Metal clanged….screws squeaked….and out of the shadows walked Hovel….and behind him, dragging its talons across the floor walked a giant black skinned Ghoul. It teeth shot out of it long gaping maw like stalagmites thrusting out of a crevice in the earth.

 

“What is this!? What are you doing?”  Brandon shouted, as Hovel continued to walk back towards the podium, but he didn’t go to the Podium.

 

 Hovel walked towards the naked bodies stretched across the Alters. Wriggling and crying. And the Ghoul followed him…..like an obedient dog at his heels. It was disturbing to watch such a vicious entity follow behind his father so docilely, but not as disturbing as watching what happened next.

 

Brandon’s voice rang out in the silence. Hovels cold dark blue eyes were blown wide as he turned towards Brandon…and his congregation of Alchemists.

 

 Bright white teeth, slightly pointed, gleamed as a soft smile split Hovels pale face and he slowly raised a long finger to his lips. “Shhh.” He slowly admonished as if he were playing a game. Then with a sharp snap of his fingers Hovel looked to the Ghoul that was standing beside him and “Eat.” He said.

 

Like a bullet being shot from a gun, the Ghouls snapped to attention and swooped down on top of the three people strapped to the Alters.

 

Screams. Blood. Black spit. The horrific snarls and snaps of fangs on flesh.

 

In seconds, Brandon was rushing towards the Ghoul. He wasn’t thinking.

 

He didn’t know what he would do, but the screams were like nails on his soul. But Brandon never got a chance to find out what he would have done, because Jacob grabbed him and held him in place.

 

And all of the White Alchemists in the room….stood in silence and simply watched.

 

“Ja stop! Let me go!!” Brandon cried and struggled….but Jacob didn’t yield. “You’re…..you’re all sick! STOP!”

 

Suddenly another sharp snap of Hovels fingers and the Ghoul….stopped. With claws and a face smeared in black slobber and blood and flesh the Ghoul turned from the blood soaked alters and like a well-trained pet….it walked back into the cage.

 

A random Alchemist closed the cage and locked it in. And Jacob stopped holding Brandon.

 

The three victims were no longer crying…they were all screaming. Their bodies were lacerated with claw marks…and their bodies were convulsing.

 

“Why….”Brandon felt himself panting. He put his hand to his face in horror. “Why did you do that? Why are they shaking!?” Brandon shouted at his father trying desperately not to look at the mutilated bodies on the Alter.  “What is wrong with them?”

 

“I poisoned them…” Hovel replied. Staring down at the screaming mutilated bodies on the blood spattered Alters beneath the flickering lights of the candles. “So that you could see this…” Hovel reached into his robes and drew out a vial….swishing with fluids.

 

 “Poison…?” Brandon mumbled unable to truly focus on anything but the horror of the moment. Brandon glanced at Hovel then back at the convulsing bodies. Then Brandon looked back at Hovel and noticed the large vial of fluids in his hands. “What is that?” he asked

 

“Yes. A Poison. You see my child the truth is right here!” Hovel laughed, shaking the black-red liquid around in the container. The sight of it sent a chill down Brandon’s back…but he didn’t know why until Hovel said this.

 

“It’s your blood, Brandon.”

 

“My blood?” Brandon repeated confused and cold to the core.

 

Hovel waved a dismissive hand as if he could dash away Brandon’s confusion, then he said. “The truth…is that the power that you hold….is going to help us change the world.”

Hovel called with a flourish of his arms, before turning on his heel and walking over to the bodies on the Alters.

 

“The spit of a Ghoul, the beast that you just witnessed….is fatal.” Hovel suddenly and softly explained to Brandon as he stood over the victims of the Ghouls attack. Ghosting his hands over the bodies on the Alter Hovels cold blue eyes were filled with intense joy. “In a matter of seconds even a very strong Shifter….like Jacob for example….will die from a bite of a Ghoul.” Hovel outlined glancing at Jacob, then back to Brandon. “Which is what these people are experiencing. Death.”

 

“But Watch….” Hovel directed….and as one it seemed like every eye in the room centered on him…and the vial of blood in his hands. Hovel walked until he stood beside the convulsing mutilated bodies

 

Then with a discrete flick of his finger Hovel popped the Vial open and unceremoniously splashed generous quantities of what he claimed was Brandon’s blood, across the bloody bodies tied to the stones.

 

It was at this point that Brandon didn’t want to watch anymore. He didn’t want to talk.

 

“He’s insane…”

 

The words fell from Brandon’s lips at a whisper and he tried to retreat backward, but he only ended up backing strait into Jacobs’s arms.

 

Jacob grasped him from behind, halting Brandon’s retreat, and locked cold black eyes on him. “Lil One….watch.” Jacob suddenly growled at him forcing Brandon to stand still. “This is what you can do.”

 

Brandon was sure that everyone in that room with him was insane at this point and he simply wanted to find Nora and escape the madness alive.

 

Then miraculously and disturbingly…Something began to happen that would change Brandon’s life forever.

 

The three convulsing bodies on the Alter….stopped convulsing. They stopped screaming….and they stopped bleeding. 

 

The two naked women and the young body…were no longer meaty mashed up screaming piles of flesh. Their skin….their eyes…their muscles….seemed to regrow right before Brandon’s eyes.

Shuttering cries of horror lit the air as what was dead returned to life in a nauseating fashion. Skin that had been torn, re-stitched, hair that had been pulled out somehow started to grow back….and blood that had gushed out of wounds soaked back into ruptured veins.

 

In a matter of seconds it was over….and the three victims were laying naked, but unconscious atop the Alters that they should have died upon.

 

 Hovels laughter lit the air ….as well as the almost orgasmic exhalations of the Alchemists behind their white hoods as if they were all staring at the most beautiful thing in the world. Brandon was disturbed to realize that a lot of the alchemists were looking at him.

 

“This is the truth. You carry this power….and inside of you I have nurtured it…and gown it. I have fed it day by day…” Hovel breathed.

 

With a small chill Brandon realized that all of the people he had used for Food….had in the end only been given to him, because Hovel wanted his powers to grow stronger.

 

With a step or two Hovels face was hovering a few inches in front of Brandon’s.

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Cold breath…and cold blue eyes traced Brandon’s features as he spoke.  “Using your power. The power inside of you I can heal all wounds.” Hovel swore deeply. “And once this power is in the right hands….” Hovel smiled slightly….and Brandon shivered as he realized that Nora had been telling the truth when she said that Hovel intended to claim the Flame as his own.

(Hovel/ Brandon)

How Hovel planned to take the power from Brandon, would remain a mystery, but the greedy light in his father’s eyes….still made Brandon’s heart shutter. 

 

Hovel raised a hand to the heavens…and hatred clouded his handsome bony features making him look like a beast. “Man will walk this world as gods. This world is Man’s world….All things are Mans tools. This is the divine right of our people…..And with your help Brandon….Man will take its spot among Gods!”

 

At this point Brandon decided to stop listening and start fighting.

 

 “I don’t…I don’t understand! Let me go!” With a turn and a tug, Brandon turned enough to face Jacob. Perhaps knowing that it was futile Brandon started to beg him.

 

“Jacob please….” He started, but the clammy and boney fingers of Hovel sliding up into his hair, and cradling his head….made Brandon freeze in horror and shock.

 

For all that Hovel was his father…The man had never actually touched Brandon directly before. At least not gently.

 

“Please what….?” Hovel asked.A small and nasty chuckle falling from his lips, behind Brandon. “Where would you flee to my son?” He asked quietly glancing around to the White robed figures in the hall. “This is your home. Your place is here. Your power belongs to your people.”

 

As if Hovel placing his hands on Brandon’s head was some kind of trigger all of the other Alchemists surged forwards. They crowded around Brandon, Jacob, and Hovel, as though Brandon was some kind of holy relic. Each of the Alchemists began to lay their hands on him.

 

Their touch did not hurt….most of them merely caressed Brandon’s skin or his hair.

 

But….the hands were fevered, the Alchemists touched him in a rush as though he were something that would somehow disappear if they did not place hands on him and affirm his existence.

 

Panic seized him and Brandon tried to break free of the mob, but Jacobs hold was like steel and Brandon was both unable to raise his arms or pull away.

 

Panic and confusion turned to pure terror and Brandon’s head and heart began to beat a mile a minute. He struggled to stand.

 

No!” Brandon moaned, twisting and turning, trying desperately to pull away from Jacob and run for his life. “JA…you’re a Shifter not an Alchemist!” Brandon nearly sobbed as one white hand grassed him after another.“Why are you helping them and not me!?”

 

At this point Jacobs face that was merely cold….filled with a small hint of tenderness and hesitation.  Perhaps it was the sheer desperation that Brandon could feel bleeding across his face, but for a moment Jacob closed his eyes.

 

“That’s our secret, Lil One.” Jacob snarled, then before Brandon could even realize what was coming Jacobs hand lammed into the side of his throat…Brandon collapsed back, into Hovels arms.

 

A moment of intense pain and darkness swallowed Brandon down into a confused oblivion.

 

(Hovel)

 

 

(Hovel/ Jacob)

 


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