Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Something About Him ❯ Blinding Rage ( Chapter 5 )

VegoSacomoto~~I think that you could write an interesting twist on the Master/slave type stories. Perhaps do one with a slave that is a vigilante? One that goes around killing the mean and unjust masters? I think it would be an interesting take on the normal M/s story. If you do decide to write one, I would happily be your beta if you need one!

 

Deangelized~~In the words of Stephen King. I simply create the characters and then trot along behind them, hoping to catch their actions on paper. I've really had way too much fun writing this story, and I'm so happy others are enjoying it as well ^_^

 

General question for readers: If this were a published book with illustrations and/or a manga, could you see yourself paying money to purchase and read it? (I ask because I'm toying with the idea of commissioning an artist and sending it to a yaoi publisher. The original readers, here, of course, would be able to read it in its entirety for free. I have no intention of yanking it away from you mid-story and making you pay to read the rest lol. )

 

Total I plan to get 3 volumes out of this story/world. The first will be this one, in which Jason is searching for his sister, the second will be a sequel, and the third will be a prequel, that explains about Vessels, and the strange world in which this all takes place. I hope you will all stick with me through them! ^_^

 

Author's Note: This one is back to showing you Katan's inner thoughts/feelings. I do want to stress that Vessels are not like regular people. They have extreme emotions, including sometimes uncontrollable tempers. Please keep this in mind while reading and try not to judge Katan too harshly.

 

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Chapter 5

Blinding Rage

 

Katan was seething as he used his powers to locate his missing slave. He was more angry with himself than anyone else. He knew he should have seen through it. The sad story, the compliant attitude, how did he not see through the act? He felt like the boy had intentionally made a fool of him. He was thinking of all the ways he would punish him as he angrily followed his powers to the location of the slave. He stopped dead in his tracks when the heart-wrenching scream reached his ears, and he knew at once that his slave was in trouble. No longer requiring the help of his powers, he rushed toward the sound of the scream, his anger multiplying itself when he rounded the corner to see Tobin holding a power-flame to his slave's face.

 

Katan realized that now he was beyond the point of dealing with things civilly. He used his own power to extinguish Tobin's, his legs shaky with anger as he approached them.

 

"ENOUGH! What the Hell do you think you're doing?"

 

Tobin smirked, and it was all Katan could do to keep from killing him at that very second.

 

"Finders keepers, right?"

 

"You son of a..."

 

Katan let his fist finish his statement as it connected with Tobin's Jaw with a sickening crack. Katan walked over, and picked the half-conscious Tobin up by his shirt collar, his eyes glowed a dangerous blue, and Tobin screamed as the mark left on Jason's cheek from his flame slowly faded and appeared twice as bad on Tobin's face.

 

“If you ever touch anything of mine again, you will not survive the encounter.” Katan was not yelling, but his voice held more than an empty threat, and Tobin knew it.

 

Tobin scurried away the second Katan's grip relaxed enough for him to pull free.

 

Jason shrunk back as Katan turned sharply on his heel toward him. The anger still present in his now blank, icy eyes. Katan's glare settled on the boy, whose failed attempt at words came out as a quiet squeak.

 

Katan's eyes again glowed blue, but Jason did not have to look in them long, as his body involuntarily flipped face down on the ground, and he was held as if by invisible chains. Jason's breathing became panicked, and erratic, as tears welled up in his eyes. Katan was working on blind rage at this point, visions of the fatal punishment he'd witnessed on the way out of town replayed in his memory, and he was barely aware of his actions. A whimper was heard from the boy as a whip made of pure, raw, Vessel power hit the ground beside him, leaving a burn mark in its wake.

 

Katan saw Jason begin shaking uncontrollably, bracing himself for what was coming. Katan knew that he had lost control of his anger, and he tried to fight it, feeling as though his body was moving of its own will. He saw himself raising the whip, ready to bring it down on that flawless, un-scarred back. Knowing that the force he was putting into it was fueled not by true necessity but by anger…anger that he was no longer in control of. He was screaming at himself to stop as the whip was brought forward with tremendous force. The scream that followed, however, was not Jason's but Mark's, who had flung himself atop of Jason, shielding him, and taking the first angry blow.

“Master!”

Katan heard the pleading in Mark's voice and he fought to reign in his temper. The whip was brought forward with slightly less force, but it was a devastating blow, none the less. followed by another agonized scream.

“MASTER!!” Mark's voice was now unsteady with tears. Guilt and shame wracked through Katan as he tried harder to control the hot anger that pulsed through his veins. He loved Mark, he was a good slave, he didn't want to do this to him, or to Jason. He had to calm down. Another scream, capped off by a sob erupted from Mark's throat.

“KAJEERAH!!! wayla, wayla.”**

The foreign word was a pained plea, through Mark's sobs, but it triggered something in Katan. He dropped to his knees and pulled Mark off of Jason, carrying him carefully in the direction of the carriage, a trail of blood from Mark's wounds stained the ground as he went.

 

Katan, too concerned with his injured slave, used his powers to force Jason's body to stay near him, his feet involuntarily moving after Katan. Upon reaching the carriage, Katan lay Mark on his stomach.

 

“It'll be okay, Mark.”

“Thank you, Master.”

“Shh, rest now.”

 

Katan glanced back at the still approaching Jason, shrugged, and climbed into the carriage, deciding a punishment of some sort was certainly warranted.

 

As Katan drove, he was angry at himself. He had not been in a rage like that in a very long time. He thought he had finally conquered that part of him. The beauty and power of being a Vessel did not come without a price. Vessels were naturally more aggressive than average humans. Most assumed their aggression and attitude was simply a by-product of having such power, control and status. But in truth, Vessels felt all emotions much stronger than others.

 

Anger was often uncontrollable, emotional pain, unbearable. Vessel love had the passion of legends, and hate was avoided at all costs, because it usually destroyed the Vessel and all around them.

 

Suicides accounted for more than 70% of all Vessel deaths. Crimes of violence and passion were most often committed by Vessels. This was made worse by the fact that Vessels were almost above the law. The law smiled on them, because they were valuable to communities. If it came down to it, an army of Vessels would be unstoppable, so everyone tried to stay on their good side.

 

There had been a time when Katan was young, that hate had very nearly consumed him. He was angry at everyone. He indulged in self destructive behavior. And found ways to vent his frustrations that he was still not proud of. He had very nearly lost himself in his own hatred and pain, and it was Mark that had saved him.

 

Katan had known Mark since he was just starting out on his own. He was 19 when he acquired the 14 year old boy, and they had since become quite close, despite the fact that Mark was his slave, Katan had thought of him as a friend for many years.

 

He would often talk to Mark about the stresses of his job, the annoyance at the expectations society had placed on him, and had even asked him for advice. Despite the difference in their years, Mark had proven to possess wisdom far beyond that of his years, and a compassion which still astounded Katan. His gentle and giving nature was something Katan had always longed to be able to have, but he knew that it was the curse of the Vessel to never be completely at peace.

 

Tears stung Katan's eyes as he realized that he had once again hurt someone he loved because he couldn't control his anger. His anger quite literally controlled him. He wasn't sure he'd ever be able to look his friend in the eye again after what he had just done to him.

 

“Master.”

 

Katan barely heard Mark's weak words over the sound of the carriages' wheels rushing along the gravel road.

 

“Yes?”

 

“Jason.”

 

Katan gasped as he realized that he had let himself get lost in thought, paying no mind to his pace or the distance they had traveled with Jason still running behind them. He instantly broke the spell which bound Jason to him, bringing the carriage to a stop, and flinging himself from the seat.

 

He found Jason in a crumpled heap, gasping for air, the soles of his feet swollen and bleeding, sweat soaking his bangs, tears drying on his cheeks. Jason looked up at him, contempt obvious in his eyes.

 

Katan wanted nothing more than to scoop him up, carry him to the carriage, give him some water, and tend to his wounds, but he realized that this was a pivotal moment in their master/slave relationship, and he needed to respond accordingly.

 

“Don't look at me with such hatred. You brought this punishment on yourself, and you know it.”

 

Jason's nostrils flared, but he didn't speak.

 

“I am your master. You are my slave. I showed you every kindness and you threw it in my face. So now I will be the master that you deserve.”

 

Jason looked away from Katan, but Katan was on to his acting skills by now and didn't believe for one second that the boy's guilt was genuine.

 

“Get up. You got yourself into this, and you will ride out your punishment.”

 

Jason pulled himself up onto shaky legs, tears springing instantly to his eyes as he put weight on his abused feet. He took a few steps toward the carriage and then fell to the ground with a cry.

 

“Come on, only a few more feet. Once you've accepted your punishment, I will forgive your crime.”

 

“Like I give a fuck about your forgiveness.” Jason's tone was biting, and his eyes filled with so much hate. Katan didn't understand what he had done to earn such hatred from the boy.

 

“You can hate your master, but you'll soon learn that its better to stay on his good side.”

 

“You will never be my master,” The spark of defiance in Jason's eyes was oddly reassuring to Katan, he looked so much more promising than the boy with lifeless eyes that he had seen on stage yesterday. He would prove to be quite the challenge indeed.

 

**”Kajeerah” means “master” in Mark's native language, and “wayla” means “please.” Later chapters will explain why this had such an effect on Katan.

 

 

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