Fan Fiction ❯ Hybrid Genesis ❯ Maiden ( Chapter 16 )

Maiden

I am just going to hope beyond all hope that everyone didn't run away because of the last chapter. It was bad, I know. I should work on that writing thing. I was really good at it for a while, or so I thought, but now it's all `blah, what the crap is that...?'. ENOUGH TALK ABOUT THIS! I shall talk about... No, nevermind, nothing to say.

To uh, everyone: So sorry about... Well, the inexcusable absence in updates. I wish I had an alibi or a good reason or something, but I don't. I also was wondering if all my reviewers have counterparts/muses/er... yamis... hehe. Very interesting.

To Rain (easier to say than your screenname): Your boys sound delicious... I won't hurt them, hehe. Go ahead and use my characters to your hearts content (incl. Troix if you want). Same to you Italian Devil Babe (tho, thank you for your e-mail address, so I could tell you that way -_-)

To the others I wanted to say things to a long time ago but forgot...

To Psycho Idiot: Time passed! Lol. Really, there was time between the massage, and no, I don't know what Croix did after, oh well. Sleep most likely... ^_~ Maybe you can figure out why.

To Itoshii-Youkai: Yay! That's the kind of energy I like in my reviewers. ^_^

To Nieni: *Croix grabs the sheets, wraps them around himself and runs/trips out of the room blushing deep red; Seks meets him in the hall and looks shocked*

Oh no, she saw master naked! I shall have to punish her boyfriend for that...

*He takes in Croix's state of undress and smiles wickedly...*

But, it'd be such a shame to leave you here.

*Lovely things ensue... Meanwhile, far far away, Stixx strokes Nite's hair lovingly...*

To be continued... Hehe, just kidding.

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Madi: Boing.

Axis & Chance: ...

No-Name & Croix: ...

Stixx: ... *walks away in disgust*

SSC: Um, what?

Madi: I said, `Boing'.

SSC: Right.

Axis: So what should we expect today?

SSC: I dunno. You choose.

Axis: ... x.x ...

SSC: By the way, can I call him Seks? I hate that foul name that Chiave gave him (with an even worse pun), but... It's really easier... What the heck, it's my story... This chapter is SO confusing, and I don't know why my story went this way, but I figure it'll get back on track soon enough...Watch out for the evil cliffhangers. That first step is a doozy...

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"Don't want to play with you." Seks snarled, forcing his body to move backwards, away from Stixx.

Stixx stepped forward threateningly, a pout appearing on his face. "Why not?"

//Of all the stupid questions...//

"Because," Seks hissed. "I don't like you."

Stixx sighed. "This `talking' thing is so boring."

"That's because... There's nothing to talk about!" Seks yelled, flying into the air and hovering there a moment before he rocketed towards Stixx as fast as he could.

Stixx let his head fall back and he laughed before disappearing from sight altogether. Seks let himself come to a stop, his breathing labored for some reason he couldn't identify. He let himself fall the short distance to the ground and he rested there a moment.

"What is going on... My body feels so incredibly hot..." Seks murmured, his mind sluggish in the incredible heat. And then the heat disappeared, leaving him unimaginably cold. He gasped, and fell forward onto his shaky hands, which could barely support his weight. "S-So cold..."

//What's going on...?//

Chance mumbled softly in restless sleep, cold clammy hands in black gloves traveling over his body lovingly first, and then shaping deep red marks into his pale skin. The gloved fingers traced over the black crescent shape on his left shoulder. And then over the lighter straight stripes. A voice sang softly to Chance as he writhed in subconscious pain.

"Mine..."

A thud sounded behind the figure, and he whirled around to face the intruder. Silver hair floated to the ground, as if daring to defy gravity for even a second longer than it should. The figure smiled, a lanky body kneeling beside the new unconscious hybrid. A gloved finger ran over the ghost white skin of Seks' face. It traced over the tiger stripes of silver and black before touching the velvety ears. Seks gave a soft moan and stirred.

"Stixx, come." the voice commanded.

Stixx appeared from the shadows with a little smirk. "Yes, sir?" Unlike his attitude, the voice was not sarcastic. It was full of worship and admiration.

"Who is this?"

"Croix's pet." Stixx answered in a low and sultry voice.

The mysterious figure let out a breath of approval, and stood. When he did, he towered over Stixx, who was not short, for even a hybrid. Stixx bowed, but this movement was mocking. The mystery being growled low and deep. Stixx straightened and smiled cruelly.

"Don't think I'm going to listen to you forever Eon. I don't think you'd want that either, so let's not pretend."

A small smile appeared on Eon's lips. "Of course not."

"What do you want with these failures?" Stixx asked roughly, some sort of respect in his voice.

"I like Chance's screams. You may do as you wish to Croix's little plaything."

Stixx laughed. "You would give me a perfectly good victim?"

Eon's smile disappeared. "They're not victims. Not that important. They're experiments."

Stixx narrowed his eyes. "Call them what you want. Victim, experiment, toy. All the same to me."

Eon's smile returned. "And what about Madi?"

Stixx spat on the ground, his eyes dark red. "I do not listen to such a weak being with a one-track mind."

Eon laughed. "You aren't much different."

Stixx lunged forward, slamming his fist into Eon's face. He growled as his knuckles bled. "Don't ever call me weak."

Eon licked his lips, tasting his blood and Stixx's. "Right. Noted."

//Darkness? I don't want to be in darkness...//

Seks let out a pitiful whimper, his mind racing and his heart thumping. He gasped in pain as he felt needles throughout his whole body. Again, his body felt like it was burning. Stixx looked over to Seks and smiled.

"He's awake."

Eon sighed and waved a hand as if to dismiss Stixx. "Whatever. I'm ready to eat... So if you will please leave..."

Stixx smirked. "As you wish." Stixx melted away into the shadows, and Seks disappeared after him a few seconds later. Eon sighed and turned to Chance.

//I'm awake again, but why can't I see anything but darkness? AGH! PAIN...!!!//

Chance screamed and tugged at his arms and legs, his muscles straining to be free from their restraints. His eyes were closed tightly, even though he commanded them to open. His jaw was slack, spit foaming at the edges. Eon traced a finger over the bare chest, following a scar that he had just created. Chance reacted badly to the touch, screaming soundlessly and struggling harder as the finger lightly danced across his skin.

Eon shut his eyes in rapture, listening to the soundless screams and cries of his `experiment'. Eon slowly stood, and let his fingers trail lower on Chance's body. Chance's body panicked, his legs straining to close and his hands fisting the air. His screams became silent whimpers and gasps, his body shaking uncontrollably.

Eon waved a hand and Chance was completely naked. Chance started to mouth `no' over and over, his gasps and whimpers audible now. Eon savored the pathetic and terrified begging for a moment before wrapping his long, gloved fingers around Chance's erection.

Chance squeezed his eyes shut, beating himself up on the inside for even being turned on in the first place. He was so horrified with himself, and now all he could do was become a helpless, begging, totally aroused idiot. His bony angel wings fluttered angrily beneath him. He gritted his teeth as Eon slowly slid his fingers up and down his cock, teasing it until Chance couldn't stand it anymore. His lips parted and he spoke aloud.

"P-Please..."

Eon smirked. "Please what? I can't give you anything if you don't ask properly."

"N-No..." Chance gasped out, shaking his head back and forth as hard as he could, the tight band of metal around his neck restricting too much movement.

Eon frowned. "No? Stop doing this?" Eon squeezed his fingers slightly, rubbing a little harder.

Chance gasped, letting his head fall back to expose his throat. The band of metal around his neck had disappeared. Eon leaned over, a long, slimy tongue licking the exposed flesh. Chance screamed in terror, despite his best efforts to keep it in. Eon chuckled, letting his fangs tear into the skin lovingly, the long tongue lapping up the blood that spilled free.

"No...!" Chance shrieked, again pulling his arms as hard as he could and twisting his legs. The barbed end of his tail beat against the table, still restrained.

Eon growled, his eyes slits and his breathing irregular. "Don't deny what you want." The band reappeared around Chance's neck, tight this time, almost choking Chance if he breathed too hard.

//And I know what you want, even if you pretend you don't.//

"Laadeedahdee dahdeedahdum dahdeedahdahdum..." a voice sang, clear and beautiful as a bluebird, with the power of an eagle, the energy of a hummingbird, and the grace of a swan.

Seks let his eyes adjust to the bright light. He sat up, cringing from his wounded body. He blinked a few times in confusion.

//A garden...? When did I get here?//

He stood slowly, his body's aches slowly disappearing into nothing as he walked forward. He walked along the brick path, between matching green hedges with beautiful pink flowers sprouting from them. Up ahead was a large gate of white wood. He walked through the open doors, marveling at the beautiful flowers that now surrounded him. He walked forward, feeling his long silver hair flowing in the slight breeze. He let his fingertips brush over the soft petals of a rose, before that nagging feeling that someone was watching him came along...

He whirled around. Floating in the air was a dark figure. "Stixx..." Seks growled, his eyes changing into dragon-like ones.

Stixx's long black hair was bound in a dark purple wrap, the tips floating past his feet. Stixx wore a tight black sleeveless leather shirt with a thick golden stripe crossing diagonally from his right shoulder to his left hip. His pants were the same black leather, the golden stripe winding down his left leg. He wore simple black ankle boots, the same black fingerless gloves, and the three pendants on their silver chains. His body was completely healed, no wounds or severed limbs. His eyes were their normal light purple with the strange maroon color within.

His expression was unexpressive, stoic, cold. Most definitely filled with vengeance and lacking sympathy. But still, he had that strange calmness around him, and he made no move to attack Seks, even though he held the cross sword in his human hand. He floated in silence, his gaze not even on Seks. He stared out over the sea of flowers, as if he were remembering a time long past...

And then that all changed. Stixx looked to him and smiled, his cruel eyes lighting up with pleasure. "Ahh, finally you're here."

"And you're happy about that?" Seks said doubtfully.

Stixx cocked his head to the side, his small grin looking twisted from that angle. "Why shouldn't I be?"

"I'm going to hurt you."

Stixx laughed, and for a second, Seks felt chills race throughout his whole body. In that split second, Stixx had slipped behind Seks, and wrapped strong arms around him, the sword floating hypnotically before Seks' eyes. Seks watched the sword for a moment before struggling to get free. He didn't have to really. Stixx let go of him as soon as he moved.

Seks tore his gaze away from the rotating sword, and turned his attention to Stixx. Stixx was lying on the ground, stretched out with his eyes closed peacefully. Seks felt his blood boil for some reason at Stixx's casual behavior. He wasn't sure what happened, but the next thing he knew, Stixx was on top of him, pinning him down easily.

Everything felt so wrong. Everything looked wrong. It was as if there was a double of everything, not to mention his vision was out of focus. He closed his eyes, the vision he had unstable and nauseating. He could feel though, and Stixx's human fingers were drawing patterns on his stomach. His mind was screaming at him to move, to escape, but his body felt like jello. He couldn't control it at all.

When Seks forced his eyes open, Stixx had his fangs bared and his eyes were dancing with malicious laughter. Stixx let out a long and deep growl. It seemed to shake the land and air around Seks. Seks watched as the beautiful sky bled into a deep red and the ground changed from flowers into a barren wasteland.

Stixx threw his head back and laughed, the sound hurting Seks' ears more than the growl. Stixx disappeared, the sounds of his chilling laughter still echoing around Seks. Seks squeezed his eyes shut to prevent the tears from spilling over. When he finally opened them again, it was just in time, as the world shattered underneath him and he was falling...

//I'm scared... I'm so scared... Save me...//

Croix stared at the television screen as lights flickered over it. He blinked a moment, and then noticed that the lights were flickering, and not just on the television. Then in a flash of light, the television went off with the lights. Croix sat there a moment and blinked. Then he let out an exaggerated sigh and stood, feeling his way to a drawer where he kept a flashlight.

When he flicked it on, nothing happened. He growled and tried it again. Nothing happened. He could have sworn he had put new batteries in... No matter. He dropped the flashlight and went in search of a candle. Thunder rumbled around the house like a large animal growling, and lightning flashed like the glare of light off of shining fangs.

Croix found a candle and a box of matches. He lit the candle, cursing as the match almost burned his fingers. He walked a few steps and cursed again as the candle went out. He lit the candle again and held his hand around it to protect the weak flame. He made his way downstairs to the fusebox, wondering if it would do him any good.

He whirled around as the door slammed shut behind him. Then the candle went out again and Croix resisted the strong urge to hurl the candle down the stairs. He lit the candle again, stuffing the box of matches in his pocket, and using that hand, guided his way down the stairs.

As soon as he reached the end of the stairs, he headed right. Down there was a hall that led to the laundry room. The fusebox was in there. As soon as he made it to the laundry room, the candle went out again. Croix gritted his teeth and reached into his pocket for the matches. They weren't there. Puzzled, he searched his other pocket. Empty.

He set the candle down on the dryer and reached into his pocket again, using his other hand to help. Nothing. He turned back to pick up the candle, but it was no longer there. Croix narrowed his eyes and cautiously made his way over to the washer. There, was a place that was in perfect line with the window. He would be able to see perhaps by the lightning.

The lightning flashed, and lit the room for a split second. Croix saw the fusebox. The door was hanging open and the switches were turned to off. Croix shivered slightly, suddenly wishing he was back upstairs. He heard thunder again, but now it sounded even more like a growl than before.

He turned around and the lightning flashed again, lighting up the room. Every lump of clothing or stray boxes with things sticking out of them looked like lethal beasts, ready to tear him apart. He could have sworn he saw blue eyes glowing from the dark. He raced to the stairs and started up them. That was when the voice came.

"I wouldn't move if I were you..." the soothing and sweet female voice said.

Croix had turned on reflex to the voice. When he turned back, a hybrid that looked somewhat like an alligator mixed with a warthog, which stood on a long snake tail, had a knife at his neck. Croix froze where he was, barely daring to breathe. A figure emerged from the shadows of the basement, and the lightning flashed again, just in time to illuminate a lovely figure of a woman.

She smiled kindly at him, but it seemed twisted and angry. She tossed something at him, and automatically Croix reached out to catch it. He caught the box of matches he had `lost' earlier. The woman made her way over to him, smiling the whole time. It made her seem eerier than if she didn't.

She put a hand on Croix's shoulder when she reached him, and he tensed immediately. "Oh, is something wrong?" she asked innocently.

"I'd prefer if you didn't touch me." Croix said politely, but very coldly.

The womans' smile disappeared. Her face turned ugly, and Croix found himself wishing she'd smile again. The woman had raven black hair and creepy golden eyes that were much too big for her face. She was pale and very thin. She almost resembled something of a zombie... If there were such a thing. Her eyes glowed blue a moment, and Croix immediately recognized them as the ones he thought he had imagined before.

"You... Will come with me." the woman said. "And call me, Yumy..."

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SSC: Whoops, haha. Now, we're going to do something properly, since it wasn't done right the last time. Meeting the reviewer, the right way! *silence... long silence* Okay... Well, I was going to do that, but the story wouldn't work. Call it `Lack of Muse'. He ran away. Damn him, damn him to hell. Just because I forgot him to feed him one... month...

Croix: OH YOU ALL THINK MY PET IS SO CUTE DON'T YOU!!! Damn, he's sadistic. *winces* Wait `till you get in bed with him *mutter, mutter* Ouch, my ass hurts... *limps off*

Seks: ^_^;;; Sorry Croix!!! I didn't mean to get so rough last time! *runs after his master* I promise next time I'll be gentle! Kiss?

Croix: No kiss! *pause; pales* NO NEXT TIME!!!

Seks: WAHHH!!! SO MEAN!!! *runs off crying*