Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Embrace of a different taste. ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

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“Please calm down.”

“Am calm.”

Harley wrinkled his brow. It wounded like someone was beating the hell out of a wall or something.

“You are? Then explain why you are about to crush a trench into my floor?”

“What if ‘E dies?”

Christ….was there construction going on? Sounded like a damn jackhammer….and had he gotten drunk last night? He felt like total shit.

“Brother…you nearly tore the skin from his shoulder sucking the venom out, and I administered treatment…what more can we do?”

“Something!” Crash! “Or there WILL be retribution!”

“You already killed them! And Danton has his brains scattered all over the wall out there! What are you going to do…bring them back and kill them again!?”

“Maybe!”

Harley groaned…his eyes didn’t seem to want to open…and his stomach was in one giant knot.

“Wait…’ere that? ‘E makes sounds!”

“Between the new holes in his body and the bruises I imagine he is going to have…he’ll be making plenty.”

Harley’s right arm didn’t seem to want to move either, or maybe it was just asleep, so he brought up his left to wipe at his very crusty eyes…what the hell? Did he have welders flash again?

His whole body protested as he tried to sit up, though any progress he might have had made was suddenly halted by what felt like two very large hands.

“Easy little one, don’t try to move just yet.” Came a strange hissing voice.

Well none of that sounded like words…did he have a concussion?
Seemed all he could do was stare up at the two vague blobs hovering over him, his weary brain trying to process and failing.

“The hell is going on?” He grumbled. Why did he hurt so much?

“Well…I’m fairly certain he can talk, we just can’t understand his language. He kind of sounds like a taur…maybe he really is one of them?”

“Not know. Not care.”

“….You don’t care? After that big speech about how he could be  some kind of explorer, or dignitary and NOW you don’t care?!”

“Won’t ‘elp now will it?”

“I suppose you’re right but don’t let sister hear you say that.”

“Fear her not.”

“Maybe you don’t. But some of us don’t want to hear her scream and-”

“Will you shut up!” Harley snapped.

Sounded like two James Earl Jones’ with punctured tires in their mouths…which was just messed up. Harley shifted and realized his right arm was drawn tightly over his belly, and he couldn’t pull it away. He tried again, but the moment he did a sharp pain exploded through his neck.

He tried out, and tried to rise once more, only for the hands to return.

“Calm little one, calm.”

“Get off me!” Harley screamed at the dark blob at his side. His arm was stuck, and not matter how much he clawed with his other, the hands holding him down just wouldn’t budge. Even though he felt air on his face the situation was making him feel terribly claustrophobic. He felt helpless, trapped, and the sudden sharp pains were not helping matters.

There was movement above his head as he continued to thrash and kick, and then his face was being tilted back right before something soft and damp clamped down over his mouth and nose. He tired to scream, to call for help, but the moment a sickly sweet scent registered in his nose his head began to swim. He tried to pull it off, but his blurry world was going dark.

“Why are-”

“He can’t understand us, we can’t understand him, and he’s going to hurt himself with all his thrashing. Not to mention I still have tests to run at the elders request.”

“E’s ‘olding ‘is breath.”

“Yes…I can see that.”

Harley was dizzy as hell, and his lungs felt like there were going to pop any second now. But what else could he do?

There was a sudden strong pressure on his stomach and he reflexively sucked in a deep breath.

Big mistake.

The hissing voices went all wobbly…and everything else just went dark.

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A field….red sky…voices…women screaming….children laughing…red sky…blood on the walls…red sky….

“HARLEY!”

Harley shot up with a gasp, clawing at his throat as if something were strangling him. Wide eyes and trembling he struggled for breath, sweat dripping down his face. What the fuck was that? He had had some vivid dreams before but that…he shook his head, dislodging the thought.

Blinking, he scanned the room, and a cold chill started up his spine. It was a stone cave, dimly illuminated by soft light that spilled out of the wall. Some kind of orb…he couldn’t tell.

The room itself was pretty well packed with shelves. Some of which were littered with jars and bottles, others with rolls of paper. Then over against one corner there sat a large table with what looked like tools. Small, fine instruments and the like.

Where the hell was he?

He was atop some sort of table himself, if you wanted to call it that. All it seemed to be was a stone slab  that someone had thrown a padded cover atop. With how badly his body was aching he supposed he should have been grateful for that, but the stiffness in his back wasn’t exactly applauding.

The room was empty save him, and it was eerily quiet at the moment. His mind was groping for details, and something along the edges of his memory continued to poke at him. He coughed, becoming aware of the terrible dryness in his throat. Felt like he had swallowed an entire desert.

“Hello?” He croaked.

When no answer came Harley began to grope around his stone slab of a bed for a table of some sort, hoping there would be a glass of water within reach. But there was nothing to be found, and after he slowly sung his aching legs over the side he noticed three things.

The first was that his right arm and shoulder were both tightly secured to his body. Something that wasn’t quite hard enough to be plaster, yet was not tape either, covered most of his torso.

The second thing he noticed was various jars above his head, each containing a liquid of some sort.

Each had a small label, with script that appeared vaguely Asian. But that wasn’t what concerned him. Not…it was the contents of the jars that caught his eye. One held a red liquid, and something in his mind screamed blood. A glance to his free arm revealed a  small bruise in the crook of his elbow to match the tenderness he felt there. The second jar to the right held a dark yellow fluid, to which Harley sneered at. Urine no doubt…

There were other jars, but Harley found himself too disgusted to examine them further. He was no biologist but he knew specimen samples when he saw them. But where they from him? Now that was the question.

Which lead him to the third.

His clothing was missing.

Shirt…long gone. Dress slacks…likewise….and in their place was a long, thick flowing dress of some kind. A dress he was completely naked underneath. Why a dress? And why the fuck had they taken his underwear? Who had taken it? What was going on?

He was so sore as it was that he couldn’t tell if his private parts had been…abused. He felt a little tender if certain spots but…well he didn’t think he had been probed. It hadn’t been so long since he had been fucked that he had forgot the after feeling.

Granted he had no idea what a medical probing would feel like, but he was no stranger to being on the bottom in bed and he couldn’t imagine it would be too much different of a soreness.

His skin felt odd to the touch though…a smooth, near powdery feeling. As if someone had covered him head to toe with some manner of salve. Speaking of toes…his ankles and heels were heavily wrapped. It felt just like the material that anchored his arm to his body, though his fingers came away smelling slightly medicated.

“Alright Harley.” He thought. “You’re damn near naked in a caveman hospital, and you may or may not have been violated in some manner…yay. Now logically there is nothing in your day to day life that would necessitated anything of this sort. So…what do you remember?”

Not a whole hell of a lot actually.

He had a vague recollection of hands, and the sent of overripe fruit. But other then that…nothing. This was his lab, his home, or even his bunk on the base so…the sound of something heavy being dragged along the ground made its way to his ears, and his nerves went on alert. The sound rang a bell, even if he couldn’t place it.

“I need to get the hell out of here.” He whispered to the empty air.

His boy protested as he eased off the slab and onto the cold floor. His feet didn’t appreciate it and a shiver ran through him. There was no on at the door, hell there wasn’t even a door to speak off, and he slowly peaked his head out of the carved opening in the rock.

Nothing to the left….nothing to the right…now whether that was a good thing or a bad thing was certainly up for debate. But nothing was rushing at him or shooting at him so he supposed he could take it as a good sign.

Carefully, Harley slowly inched out of the room, though his speed was more about soreness then stealth, and like a child desperately trying not to get caught peaking at the Christmas presents, manage dot duck around a corner just as the heavy dragging echoed through the hall.

Straining his ears he could just make out what he guessed were three voices. Not that he could hope to make out even a word of what was said, but the tones and inflections did differ enough to constitute three people. It almost reminded him of a more husky, drawn out German then anything else, not that the thought helped any.

Torn between wanting to run, and wanting to know what was going on Harley peaked around the corner just in time to see a giant, chocolate skinned red head come around it. His eyes didn’t miss the lack of legs, nor the snake body however, and the sight stopped his voice from calling out so fast he practically choked on the greeting.

Everything came rushing back so fast it forced his eyes close. Snake-men…being chased, the fell of the gun going off in his hand, brains hitting the wall, pain in his shoulder, suffocating….

Harley swallowed the bile that rose up in his throat, a cold sweat breaking out over his treated skin. Questions unbidden began to roam his mind. What were they? What did they want with him? Why the hell had they taken his fucking underwear?

Snakes were carnivores, he knew that much, and even after the piece of fruit the chocolate giant had given him Harley somehow doubted they were simple vegetarians. The big ass fangs sort of protested the notion of peaceful leaf-eaters after all.

But if they wanted to eat him…wouldn’t they have done so before now? In spite of the clear violation of not only his personal space, but his person itself, someone had obviously rendered medical treatment unto him. Why would they do that if he was to be that days hamburger helper?

Unless of course they wanted to make sure that he was safe to eat. But that only made sense if food were extremely scarce…and if their stores were that depleted…why not eat each other? They were far bigger and thus…meatier right? After all…weren’t all snakes cannibalistic? He could swear they were but then again…his knowledge of the subject was solely drawn forth from a Discovery channel special half watched at three in the morning.

Harley was torn away from his inner examinations by a sudden frustrated howl. The sound alone was enough to nearly make him piss himself, but his fear cranked up another notch when he realized that the three of them had slithered their way into the room he had just left. Now if him not being there pissed someone off that much then he really didn’t’ want to know what would happen if they found him now.

Pulling himself back behind cover Harley scanned the area for a plausible hiding spot. He really didn’t feel up to running as it was, and considering he had no idea the layout of the place it was probably wiser to simply hide and wait for them to leave. Not that he had any sort of tactical experience to base on or draw from, but the last time he had ran he ended up stumbling across a mob of them.

And that had gone oh so well.

Carefully, although again more because of his aches then for a desire for as little sound as possible, Harley crept away, sneaking behind a low outcropping pooled in shadow. All he could hope for as he sat himself behind the stone was that such large creatures were not in the habit of looking low. The three snapping voices did not ebb however, in fact they only increased in volume.

The sound bounced and boomed off of the stone walls, preventing him from telling whether he was being approached or they were simply getting louder. It was nerve wrecking…and he couldn’t’ seem to still his shaking body. He wasn’t a solider, a trained man of war or anything like that. What to do and how to do it eluded him, a desired fruit far beyond his reach.

From the tone he could infer that the voices were engaged in some sort of argument, and enough though he couldn’t understand them he had a feeling he knew the subject.

Him.

But why? What could they possibly want? Somehow he doubted they wanted him to look at an engine for them.

Harley tensed as the heavy dragging started to move closer even as the voices seemed to split. They came a soft hissing, which was even creepier then the dragging was, and Harley scanned for a path to bolt to if needed.

There seemed to be some sort of narrow channel off to his left, but it wasn’t exactly inviting. Unlike the rest of the halls he had seen so far the one in question was pitch black. It had none of the little light globes that jutted from the rest of the walls. But before he could ponder why he felt something looming over him.

Afraid to look but needing to know all the same Harley tilted his head up, only to meet the face of the same snarling woman who had fought with the red head while he had hid in the tent.

“There you are you little shit!” Came her hissing alien voice.

Harley had never considered himself to be cowardly, he did work with a variety of dangerous machines daily after all. But staring up into that horrid fanged void of a mouth his blood ran cold. Before he was even aware of it his legs were pushing up with all the force they could muster, fight or flight kicking in with all its primal fury. He lunged forward, just narrowly avoiding a grabbing hand, pressing forward into the darkness even as he tripped and stumbled on his own feet.

“No! You moron! Not that way!” Came a booming howl. Honestly even if he could have understood what the giant woman was screaming about, just the tone would have been enough to spur him to get away.

The tunnel was just as dark as it had appeared, and just as foreboding. The air was stale and bitter, and no straight path either. His shoulders and knees kept smashing and banging against the twist rock of the walls, nearing sending him to the ground more then once.

Even as more voices boomed and echoed behind him Harley never even thought of slowing, he didn’t dare to do so. In the back of his mind he wondered just how deep in the earth he was, and just where he was headed. But with giant snake people somewhere that had already damn near killed him once, he felt it was more prudent just to get away and figure it all out later.

The eerie black was beyond unnerving however, almost a solid wall that prevented him from seeing even his own hand held  up to his nose. A darkened hallway was one thing, but this…

Undeterred Harley pressed on, bumbling through the dark until finally the  jagged walls seemed to smooth out into some semblance of a straightaway. Taking it as a blessing Harley pressed harder, increasing his speed, an awkward thing to do  with one arm fastened to his body but he tried nonetheless. His body ached terribly, to say nothing of the pounding the stone was doing to his feet but--suddenly there was no more floor and Harley cried out in surprise.

His momentum carried him even as he fell, and while no outcropping appeared for him to upon there apparently was enough pointed stone for him to crash into. Hot pain exploded in his nose and cheek as his face connected with something hard and sharp. The force dazed him, and he flailed for something, anything, to cease  his fall.

His wounded shoulder screamed in pain as he landed on something…springy. Something that gave enough to absorb the shock of his landing. It wasn’t pleasant or soft however, but at least nothing had broken upon impact.

Whatever it was continued to rise and fall, bouncing like a trampoline. Safety net? Against his naked back it felt vaguely ropelike, but this chamber remained as dark as the tunnel to it had been.

His legs didn’t seem to want to respond as he tried to curl in on himself, coppery wetness pouring over his lips and throat. Shaking his head with a groan Harley curled his fingers around one of the ropes, grimacing against its wet, squishy feel, and tried to pull himself up into a sitting position.

But he couldn’t seem to do it, even as his muscles strained to do so. At first he thought that perhaps he was more out of sorts then he felt, that a few moments rest would assure success. But then he couldn’t get his fingers to unfurl…and it clicked.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t move…he was simply stuck.

“What the fuck?” Harley whispered.

A net covered in glue? What the hell would be the point of that? A safety net in a giant hole made sense yes but…voices began to echo from above…and the sounds of something shifting to the right of him caught his attention.

He turned his head slowly, wincing as the sticky strands pulled horridly at his hair and skin, and peered into the black.

“Hel-Hello?” He whispered fearfully. A voice of some sort seemed to reply, but as with the snakes he couldn’t understand it. Or maybe it was just a grunt, shift of a rock, who really knew. “Listen…if someone is there...could-could you help me? I seem to be…stuck.”

There was a loud pop, followed by a watery hiss, and Harley squinted as a queer blue light shone softly. He blinked as the shape of a person emerged from the shadows…well a pale, muscled torso anyway, he could make out that much, but any sort of face was obscured as much by long, inky hair as it was by the darkness of the cavern.

“Hello?” Harley repeated.

The net under him bounced gently as the body came forward, towards him and a little more into the newfound light. It looked kinda like a man, though it was hard to tell, and like the snakes he just abnormally tall. Personally Harley didn’t give a shit who he was just as long as he was friendly.

“Hey…um…” Harley started. “Listen….I’m really rather sorry to intrude here but…think you…you-”

Harley’s eyes widened as a long, black, segmented shaft came into view. Then another….and another…

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight….

The man rose up…a pale half man…and the rest a dark, sleek body of a spider.

Harley drew in the deepest breath he could as his heart rate with through the roof….and shrieked.