Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ The second to last pure, yet not quite so sane, human ❯ Chapter 5

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

Disclaimer. All Last pure human stuff belongs to TwistedHilarity, I’m not trying to steal anything. Gabriel however is mine.


Intellectually Zonta knew that they could not remain on the hill forever, and despite Gabriel’s efforts to remove them, they would have to turn to town. However he was finding it hard to follow that logic.

He had been attacked by a madman with a knife and nearly strangled to death. Not exactly situations he wanted to duplicate. Not to mention God only knew what Zuma would think when he returned.

“If he returns…” Zonta thought darkly.
A pang of guilt shot through him, he was the one to drag Zuma into this situation, if anything happened to him then it would be all his fault. Zonta prayed that the man was well, but after everything that had happened he wasn’t sure that that prayer would come true.

Zonta looked over at the human male beside him, the immediacy of the horror of Gabriel’s actions had wore off, replaced with a feeling of sadness for the man. Gabriel’s head was hung low, almost as if he were in mourning. The poor man didn’t seem to be feeling any better about what he had down then Zonta had.

That hurt Zonta, to think that the little angel had had a piece of his innocence torn away. But Zonta had realized that there had been little to no choice in the matter. Little Nikea just wasn’t big enough to safely incapacitate a full grown Kyashin, perhaps not even a teen either. Zonta was pretty sure he could break the man over his knee if he wished.

Zonta did not care for violence, but he wasn’t innocent, he’d seen men die before. But even more then that Gabriel had saved his life, and for that he was grateful. Plus the memory of the tightness around his throat, the inability to breath, the fear of dieing and leaving his family behind was all still fresh in his mind. Although it shamed him slightly he found himself caring less and less about what happened to such wicked men.

The feeling was reinforced by the tiny glances of some wicked looking scars on Nikea’s back that he was able to glean in the moonlight. He couldn’t figure out what they were from though. They looked like tiny little round holes clustered together on the back of Gabriel’s right shoulder. He could also spot a scar running diagonally across Gabriel’s back, but the man’s clothing and the lack of light hid most of it.

Sighing Zonta reached out, placing his hand on Gabriel’s back, rubbing it gently.

He was as determined as ever to get Gabriel back home, to keep him from further harm, and to preserve the little angel. He didn’t want Gabriel to have to go through this again.

He knew it was probably unfair, but he found himself feeling very protective of the man. He was just so little….

Granted he was a bit bigger then Max was, but he didn’t have a whole lot of bulk on him either. He was lean, his muscle corded and defined, but he still barely came to Zonta’s solar plexus. Max had shown a decent fighting stance, but he hadn’t been able to do anything to Aosh on that….embarrassing night.

Gabriel had used a weapon but still….he couldn’t possible slug it out with a Kyashin.

The scars on Gabriel that Zonta could see just continued to fuel the thought that the man had been abused….and that angered him greatly. Just thinking about someone hurting the man was enough to make Zonta’s blood boil almost as hot as the sun.

The poor thing seemed so upset, he still had not even raised his head.

“Don’t worry Nikea…I’ll make this work.” Zonta whispered.

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Goo d God Gabriel’s head hurt….he couldn’t even hardly raise it without pain shooting through his skull. He was pretty sure whatever crap that had been put into him had already worked its way through his system, but he was also pretty sure that lugging Zonta’s big, though nice, ass around had just shot his blood pressure through the roof. So anything that had been lingering would have gotten a boost in its trip through his veins. That or he had just over exerted himself waaaaay to much.

He was just going to keep his head down until his system could even itself out.

The next thing he knew Zonta was rubbing at his back, which felt nice. The big cat was awful rubby….not that he was complaining, maybe it was a cat thing?

Still…he hoped that the big red head was going to be alright, nearly being killed violent tended to well….screw with a person for lack of a better phrase.

Zonta’s hand once again made its way to the back of his neck, kneading gently.

“Oh fuck….oooh just what the doctor ordered.” Gabriel groaned. Seriously…who would have thought that big hands could give such good massages.

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Zont a smiled, he thought it might help, a gentle touch. Gabriel seemed to respond well to massaging so far. Though once again…who knew how much abuse the man had been put through. For all Zonta knew his touch was the first kind touch the man had had…in who knew how long.

But enough along that…it was time to get going….as much as he hated it he was going to have to rely upon Zonta’s original plan. He didn’t have anything else and if that plan had been crushed, well then he would have to come up with another one. Quickly.

Standing up Zonta quickly scooped Gabriel up in his arms, the human made a surprised noise as Zonta began to make his way down the hill.

“To hell with it…worse comes to worse I’ll just carry you all the way home on my back.” Zonta grumbled.

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Gabr iel didn’t know what was going on, one minute he was getting a nice neck rubbing and the next he was up in the air, getting bounced around.

Wait…where they going back DOWN the hill of evil?!

“Do you know what I had to go through to get your titanic ass up here?!” Gabriel snapped.

But Zonta never stopped, stupid language barrier.

Gabriel managed to turn his head just enough to see where Zonta was heading.

“We’re going back TOWARDS the people trying to kill you?! You never go toward the evidence! What did you forget your friggin cat-nip or something?” Gabriel complained.
He tried to wiggle free but Zonta’s arms were to big, to tight.

“This is ridiculous! I’m a big guy! I’m six foot five for fucks sake!”

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Z onta would have really liked to know what all Gabriel’s fuss was about, though he had a pretty good guess. Zonta’s ears flatted to his skull, poor thing sounded so upset, probably frightened that they were going back into town.

“I’m sorry precious, but this is the only way.” Zonta lamented. He was trying to remember what little of Max’s language that he knew, but his mind was drawing blanks at the moment. Which was rather embarrassing, he didn’t usually forget things like that.

Just as Zonta entered the outskirts of town he poured on the speed, he did not have his cloak and he could only hide so much of Gabriel with his body. The last thing he needed was for someone else to notice them. So it was best to move quickly, he just wished Gabriel would stop squirming so much, not that it was hard to hang on to the man. It was just we…a little indecent, Nikea rubbing against his chest like that.

It didn’t take him long to make his way back to Zuma’s, but he did not just rush through the door. Instead Zonta quietly creped up to the entrance. Pressing his ear against the door he tried to slow his breathing so he could listen in better. For all he knew there could be other…undesirable people inside, and if that were the case then….it would be time for a new plan.

Damn plans…..

Although he had not been expecting it Zonta was immensely pleased when he heard Zuma and his consort’s voices from within.

**“Why are we here? We just left here!”** Gabriel grunted. **“Your fucking heavy you know! It wasn’t easy to lug you around!”**

The only word that Zonta was able to understand out of all of that was -we- but the tone of voice pretty much gave the man’s current feelings away.

“Shhh Nikea shh. We may find help inside.” Zonta whispered.

**“Oh I KNOW you did not just shush me….”**

Taking a deep breath Zonta did his best to try and hide Gabriel as he stepped inside.

Zuma and his consort’s faces displayed shock as Zonta kicked the door close behind him. Though he wasn’t sure if it was from his appearance or the gory mess on the floor. Strangely there was another body near the wall that he did not remember being there, but he refused to look at it, for one it was disgusting and for two, he was pretty sure it was the body of his would be murderer.

Zonta had little pity for him.

“Prince!” Zuma’s consort exclaimed. “Oh thank God your alright!” Zonta nodded.

“Barely.” His voice was still rough and his throat hurt.

“What happened?” I returned with your transportation and found….this.” Zuma chimed in. “And just what is in your arms?”

“I could use my cloak.” Zonta said. Zuma’s consort nodded and then quickly went to retrieve it….or at least that was what Zonta thought she was doing. Kind woman…he REALLY needed to learn her name.

“I waited for you to return, I heard someone enter and thinking it was you I came out of my room to meet you. But it was him.” Zonta explained, jerking his head back toward the mess behind him, he didn’t want to look at it again. “It was the man you knocked out before, Tauma.

**“What’s all the noise? Why are you smushing my face into your chest? I’m not licking any nipples you know. Are you going to put me down?”** Gabriel said. **“….Alright ass….ignore me……do you have waffles in this place? Hotcakes maybe? Man…I could really go for some of those…..mmmmm…maple syrup.”**

Trying to keep the human from turning around and thus revealing his race and identity Zonta continued.

“He had a knife, he attacked me with it. Both of these men attempted to kill me. That one.” Zonta said, nodding his head towards the boy near the wall. “Very nearly succeeded.”

“I found a knife….and a length of rope.” Zuma replied, holding up both. Just the sight of the thing that had nearly choked the life from him made Zonta’s stomach heave, and he could feel blood drain from his face.

“Your reaction tells me much prince.” Zuma muttered as he came up to Zonta, holding the rope up next to the bruise around his neck. “And I don’t need to ask where that had come from.” Zuma tossed the two weapons away after that.

Zonta held Gabriel tighter, much like a frightened child would a favored stuffed animal.

**“Ugh….that’s my bladder Red…your kind of crushing it…”**

“I was almost a crumbled body on the floor.” Zonta whispered.

“I am sorry prince…I should have returned sooner.” Zuma replied sorrowfully, placing his hand on Zonta’s shoulder.

**“I’m going to pee! Your squeezing the pee out of me!”** Gabriel groaned urgently.

“And that?” Zuma asked, nodding down at Gabriel. Zonta loosened his hold slightly.

“My charge…and my savor.” Zonta answered. “It is him that these men are searching for…..and I will NOT allow them to find him.”

**“..Sigh…..ok…pee averted.”** Gabriel grumbled.

Zuma’s consort appeared, handing Zonta’s cloak out to him.

“Here you go prince.”

“Thank you.” Zonta said as he accepted it, then quickly began to wrap Gabriel up in it.

**“Hey! Hey! What is this? Man handle Gabriel day? I’m going to kick your ass Red! I can reach that high! I’m flexible!”** Gabriel’s muffled voice rang out.

“He sounds….feisty.” Zuma chuckled. “But what is he speaking? I have never heard anything like it before.”

Zonta just shook his head, as much as he appreciated the attempt at distracting him, now just wasn’t the time. Zuma sighed.

“Yes….my apologies. How would you like to handle….this?” The elder solider asked. “Are we going official….or is this something that needs to go away?”

Zonta was a little surprised at that, hiding bodies and all that cloak and dagger stuff had never even occurred to him.

“Official. This ties into our current investigation.” Zonta answered. Zuma nodded and looked relieved.

“Very well, I’ll alert the authorities, don’t worry. It will be handled while I escort you home.” Zonta nodded.

“Please make sure all the proper paperwork is sent to us, it might be needed. Also if you could advise for men to be posted at the warehouse I told you about, there should be no one and nothing in there….”

“Will do.”

Zonta couldn’t help but wonder how he would explain the fates of the men on the floor. Then, as if reading his mind Zuma shrugged and said.

“Two traitors met their ends for attempting to murder one of our princes. Not much else needs to be said, believe me.”

Zonta really wasn’t sure whether that bothered him or not.

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This was getting ridiculous, Gabriel had never been carried so much in his entire adult life, and now he was all wrapped up, so he couldn’t see what was going on anymore. All he could tell was that they were on the move…again.

Well at least Zonta wasn’t squeezing him anymore…

Gabriel could hear Zonta and the other guy talking, but he still couldn’t understand a word they were saying, and they weren’t responding to anything he said either. Unless you counted when Zonta would shush him. Shush him!

What kind of shit was that?

“Seriously…what are you? Some kind of shush filled cat of shushing?” Gabriel griped as he tried to move, which he STILL couldn’t do.
Then Zonta shushed him.

Again.

Followed by that “Nikea” word.

“Bastard.” Gabriel grumbled. What the hell was a “Nikea” anyway?

The next thing he knew it felt like the were going up some kind of step and then Zonta was bending down, then scooting back before coming to a stop. But a few seconds later it felt like they were moving again.

So….either big kitties could levitate…or….they were in something that moved. Maybe a subway, or car, or a friggin horse and buggy.

Whatever it was it was quiet, so he didn’t figure it was any kind of animal pulling it.

Come to think of it he hadn’t seen any type of animal since he had woken up on that floor.

Gabriel felt himself being set down on something soft and quickly tossed off the cloth that surrounded him.

Or tried to.

It was like trying to swim, he was so damn tangled up.

Huffing he was finally able to get it off of him, sitting up Gabriel was met with the sound of Zonta chuckling. What was so funny?

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The disgruntled look on Gabriel’s face was priceless, his hair was in disarray, handing down over parts of his face and his lower lip was jutting out in the most adorable pout Zonta had ever seen. The red headed Kyashin sighed as he allowed himself to sink back into the cushion he was resting on.

They would be home in a few short hours, and there was very little that could stop them now.

Well…a combat vehicle would not be a welcomed sight, but Zonta somehow doubted that they would be seeing something quite so drastic.

**“Okay….so what’s the story here? You guys dress in friggin loin clothes, yet we are in some kind of car…thing. Why is it so dark in here anyway? I can barely even see you. What’s going on? Where the hell are we going? Why am I on the planet of the giant cat men anyway? Am I going to have to pull a Charlton Heston? And do you have waffles or hotcakes around here?! I need to know these things man!”** Gabriel spat out.

My…that was a mouthful, and he really only understood maybe a third of I. But Zonta could tell that he had just been asked a barrage of questions

“You poor thing…must be so confused.” Zonta said, then did his best to round up the words that Max had taught him.**“Zonta take Gabriel home, take to Max.”**

He was really hating his -English- skills, they were simply so…inadequate.
At the mention of Kasan’s consorts name Gabriel seemed to brighten slightly.

**“Well alright…but I warn you, Max can pack in some serious waffle-age in that belly of his. The dude’s like a one man waffle destroying machine. Like…I remember this one time, we were like…..I dunno twelve or thirteen, and me and him and our parents were at a breakfast house. Now you might think I’m kidding but I’m not, seriously Max crammed down like…eighteen god damn waffles, it was unreal! I seriously thought his gut would explode.”**

Zonta just smiled, all he really understood was -Max- but the bubbly tone of Gabriel’s voice, mixed in with his animated gestures was just cute as all hell.

Still…there would be so much to do, his father had to know about all of this immediately. Kasan too, for if these bastards were after Gabriel, then it was very possible that they might also be after Max.

It sickened him that members of his own race could be behind such a plot, and his own uncle at the head apparently. Working with slavers no less…..

Zonta resisted the urge to growl, his fingers flicking slightly, it wouldn’t do to frighten Gabriel. Doing his best to keep smiling Zonta slid his hand out to pat the human’s shoulder.

“You saved me Nikea, but now its my turn to protect you.” Zonta said.

Gabriel raised an eyebrow in confusion, clearly not understanding at all.

**“What’s a Nikea? Is that what you call people?”**

Just hearing the little angel repeat the nickname Zonta had given him made the Kyashin smile as warmly as he could, plus it gave him hope that Gabriel too could learn Hinta, his pronunciation had almost been dead on. Perhaps all human’s were talented mimic?

**“Fuck…you have an amazing smile, has anyone ever told you that? Are you a model? You could totally do it. I’d buy a magazine with you on the cover….”** Gabriel muttered.

Hours later they finally arrived and once again Zonta tossed his cloak over Gabriel, much to the human’s apparent displeasure, and scooped him up in his arms once more.

**“You do realize that I am just to damn pretty to be covered up like this all the time. Just how will all the kitty men bask in the glory of me? Or are you trying to keep me all to yourself Red?”** Gabriel said.

Stepping outside Zonta was met by Zuma.

“Thank you for all of your help Zuma.” Zonta said. The aged solider smiled.

“It was nothing prince. I’m just glad it was not you I discovered upon my floor.” Zuma replied. It was meant as a joke, but just the recollection of close he had come to meeting his end made Zonta shiver.

“Yes well…be sure to thank your…better half for me as well.” Zonta chuckled weakly. Zuma laughed then.

“Her name his Ophelia prince. A little hard to remember eh?”

Zonta flushed with embarrassment as Zuma climbed back into the drivers seat.

“I will make sure all proper paperwork is sent here. I will also be keeping an eye on your uncles building like you asked.”

Zonta nodded, a motion he was swiftly growing tired of performing, as the machine roared to life.

“Take care of yourself and your…charge there.” Zuma said.

‘I will, goodbye…and thank you once more.” Zonta replied.

**“What’s going on? A lot of talking, no moving? Why the hell am I always getting covered up anyway? And how many times do I have to ask you what‘s going on before you tell me?”** Gabriel muttered.

“Hehe…yup…feisty one, I can just tell.” Zuma chuckled.
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After seeing Zuma off Zonta quickly made his way into the palace, determined not to stop until he reached his own room. Being so late at night help, there were not that many people out and about at this time. Most were probably snuggled up with their consorts, or mates, his brothers included.

A pity that would change just as soon as he secured Gabriel within his room. He knew it might anger a few and truthfully at one time he would have waited until morning but his near death experience had change everything. If these hidden conspirators were willing to go so far, to murder a member of the royal family, then who know what else they might try.

He should have suspected it might come to such a thing, after all Shovak, if he was still pulling the strings, had tried to engineer Kasan’s death. Perhaps his brothers were right, perhaps he was a little naïve about some things.

Reaching his door Zonta was glad for once that there was not a guard on it, he wasn’t due back for a few more days and he always made sure to print lock his door before he left.

He had to.

Otherwise his twin Aosh would undoubtedly pull some sort of prank. Though as his twin Aosh could probably open the door away. The fact that Zonta once returned to his room, only to find a rather voluptuous woman “primed” and “ready” only proved that.

Getting her to leave had been quite a chore. It didn’t help when the man that had left her in the room…just happened to look just like Zonta.
Stupid Aosh….

Honestly he loved his twin to death, but sometimes Zonta wanted to hit him in the head with a rock.

But thankfully as Zonta unlocked the door and entered, no such sight greeted him.

Quickly placing Gabriel on the bed Zonta uncovered him, although it had been amusing to watch the human try to untangle himself, the man would probably appreciate a little aid.

Much to his amusement Gabriel had that adorable irritated pout of his face once more, in addition to crossed arms and ankles.

**“Are we going to go through this shit again? Or are we done?”**

That pout was absolutely squee worthy, Zonta had to wonder if he did it on purpose or if it was natural.

**“Gabriel stay here, Gabriel safe, Zonta room, Gabriel safe.”** Zonta said.

**“Soo….your leaving me again? Well the bed is comfy….and hauling your ass around kinda wore me out a bit. But where do you keep going?”**

Zonta smiled and shook his head, he just didn’t have the skills to speak with Gabriel proper ally. Yet. That would change.

At least Gabriel didn’t seem as frightened as Max had, Zonta still wondered how Kasan was able to deal with that all the time. It had to be nerve wracking on both of them.

**“Gabriel stay. Gabriel safe. Zonta return.”**

**“Yeah yeah…Whatever I heard you the first time.”**

Turning Zonta rushed out of the room. First he would gather his brothers, then straight to his father.

He was so caught up in his thoughts that Zonta completely forgot to lock his bedroom door.

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Celi grumbled to himself as he made his way through the hall, he couldn’t believe he was being dismissed from the guard. After seven years of service! And for what?

All because he and swiped a few things here and there to sell for a little extra money.

Not that they could prove it, no one had caught him, it pissed him off. The only one who had even come close to catching him had been that runt, Rui, and he just knew that was who had squealed on him. Even though no one would tell him either way. But he knew it, so he had decided that it would be best to smack the little punk around a little bit and then the next thing he knew he was in front of the tribunal for being abusive and belligerent….whatever the hell that meant.

Whatever happened to -what happens between the boys, stays with the boys-

What was even worse was he had been seriously bitched at for not being there for the unveiling of prince Kasan’s consort. Who really cared though? Some boy some girl….who cared? Once you had seen one consort…you’d seen them all. Not to mention it wasn’t like HE was going to get anything from them. But apparently something had happened, something big. Everyone claimed there was something “special” about Kasan’s consort.

Yeah…right…special. What a joke.

It wasn’t fair, he had help protect the spoiled brats in this place for years, didn’t he deserve something? That was the problem with the world today, no sense of gratitude.

Celi huffed as he came in front of that know it all brat Zonta’s door.

Celi smiled, he knew that the so called prince was out of the palace at the moment, wasn’t due back for a while. So maybe he would slip in and see if he couldn’t find a few things to help fun his impromptu retirement. It was only fair after all, the bitches were going to slap him with a permanent black mark on his record. He was going to be hard pressed to find a decent job when this was all over.
Although rumor was it that the punk had some kind of fancy lock on his door, but rumors were often just that. Besides he had seen that other one, Aosh, go in many times before, and that one barely had enough brains to dress himself, let alone lock a door after he left.

Celi grinned triumphantly as the door slid open smoothly at his command, stepping inside he took a moment to look around. He didn’t dare turn on any lights, so this could end up being a little tricky, but a prince was bound to have a few goodies.

Turning his head he nearly jumped as he spotted something small laying on the bed. When did Zonta get a pet?

Apparently alerted to his presence the thing sat up, before it stood up on the bed. It looked a little like a Kyashin…but…not.
Either way he wasn’t about to get busted again, no one was going to squeal on him this time.

Dashing forward Celi drove his fist into the thing’s confused face, sending it crashing off of the bed.

Celi grinned once more….maybe this was his ticket back in. Nothing should be in the princes room while he wasn’t here. Maybe he could catch the “true” thief in the act. Maybe he had heard strange noises in the princes room and when he had investigated like a good guard he had found this little creature.

Maybe it had resisted to the point that he had to severely cripple it….

Couldn’t have it trying to mess with his story now could he?

Hehe….this day was starting to look up.

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Something that had always amazed Gabriel was just how quickly a situation could change, most people, whose lives were so steady and constant couldn’t really understand that, but he could.

Case in point, one minute he had been sleeping fairly peacefully and the next he was on the floor wondering if his head was still attached.

After Zonta had left Gabriel had taken a moment to remove the case he had found off of his back and set it on a table near the bed and then he had settled down on the giant kitty bed, which surprisingly was even more comfortable then the last one. The other one was a little to soft, this one had just enough firmness to give him the support he needed.
Sleep had come easy, he had been more wore out then he had wanted to admit, heavy ass Zonta….

Then something had woke him up, not surprising considering that he had become a very light sleeper over the last several years of his life. He kinda had to, death tended to loom over him. More then a few times he would have been intimately introduced to the business end of some knife had he not trained himself to awaken and be focused at the drop of a hat.

Someone had been in the room, but it was so dark that he couldn’t see very well, so he had stood up to try and get a better look. His first thought had been that Zonta had returned. But all that he could really see was a large shape standing several feet away from him.

He didn’t just shapes….they were so….vague.

The shape had twitched slightly and then pain was exploding in his face, which mixed in well with the bursts of light dancing behind his eyes.

Probably wasn’t Zonta then.

Trying to shake it loose Gabriel rolled over onto his hands and knees.

“What is with everyone hitting me?” Gabriel slurred.

Seriously…Zonta had said the place was safe, Gabriel could have SWORN he had heard the word -safe-

Unless…something had happened to big Red. In that case….well he needed to get to HIS case, a weapon sounded like the thing to have right now.
Gabriel managed to take a grand total of two crawling steps before he found himself being lifted up, and then he was flying.

“Shit…” Gabriel muttered right before he smashed face first into a wall, pain tore through his whole body, which decided to repeat itself when gravity said hello again and sent him crashing to the floor, and just to make sure he knew just who was boss it, along with the impact of him slamming into part of it, sent a series of heavy shelves or some to crap right down on top of him.

Which did not feel pleasant.

Why did he come to this planet again? Something told him there wouldn’t be waffles, because no one that beat your ass EVER gave breakfast….

Before Gabriel could even move or try to get the crap off of him he felt a huge hand wrap around his ankle and then he was moving through the air again.

No wall stopped his flight this time, instead he cut through the air until a physics equation kicked in. His weight, plus the force of his propulsion against that bastard gravity. Gabriel struck the floor hard enough to jar his insides horribly, and he wasn’t sure whether he should scream or puke…

The skidding across the floor didn’t really feel pleasant either.

Slowly Gabriel managed to get to his feet, to what purpose he was not quite sure, but being on the ground hadn’t been a winning strategy so far.

Then a rumbling sound caught his attention, he could feel the floor shaking a little as well. Raising his eyes he had just enough time to spot a massive, blond haired, almost crew cut like, kitty man thundering towards him.

The man slammed into him full force, and Gabriel found himself hurling back like he had been shot out of a cannon, before tumbling on the floor like a rag doll once more and slamming into another wall. He hit so hard that his head whipped back and the back of his skull literally bounced off of the cool stone.

When he hit however something caused the door to his left to spring open.

Gabriel could feel blood running down his face, from his nose no doubt. Hopefully it wasn’t coming out of his ears, bleeding from the brain was not something he needed. He felt more then a little daze, the analytical part of his mind telling him that he as most likely concussed as all hell.

“Exit…stage left.” Gabriel muttered as he pulled himself to his feet and lurched out the open door.

Time to initiate plan “Run like a bitch”

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Z onta watched as his disgruntled siblings and sleepy eyed father took their seats around the table. Kasan was absent unfortunately, it seemed his recently joined brother had wanted to take Max on a little outing and wouldn’t be back for a few days.

Which just matched his current string of crap luck as of late.

“Alright Zonta…what was so important that it could not wait?” Kyoru asked. Though in contrast to his brothers Zonta’s father looked and sounded more curious then annoyed.

“Yeah…and it had better be good, I’ve got a soft bed and a warm Roto I want to get back to.” Tisu grumbled.

“I thought you weren’t suppose to be back for like…another three days.” Aosh groaned sleepily.

“Unwelcome events forced my early return.” Zonta answered.

“I hope you did not shirk your duties. I need not remind you of their importance.” Nolluz chimed in. Zonta rolled his eyes, Nolluz could be such a jerk sometimes.

“No Nolluz, I simply completed my task quickly.”

“I’m sure you handled it perfectly Zonta. I had total confidence in you.” Kyoru said, cutting off Nolluz before he could open his mouth again. “However as it has been stated, it is rather late, so I think it would be best to move on and get right to it.”

Zonta resisted the urge to smile, the great diffuser, that’s what they should have called their father. Though having six boys pretty much made that a -must have- skill.

Zonta took a deep breath and started to speak.

“It would seem that Shovak’s plans are a bit more….extensive then we might have thought.”
Everyone stiffened, now much more awake then they had been only seconds ago.

“What have you learned?” Kyoru asked gravely. Zonta bit his lower lip…how to explain this?

“I…I found another one.” Zonta confessed.

“Another one?” Jolan puzzled.

“Another human.” Zonta clarified.

“What?! Your kidding right?” Aosh exclaimed. Zonta shook his head.

“Although I can not be certain he is a pure human at this time, his physical structure is greatly similar to Max’s own, and he seems to recognize and understand Max’s language.” Zonta explained.

“Where did you find this human?” Kyoru asked.

“In the warehouse that Shovak owned, near the center of town. He came through a window, knocked himself for a loop and nearly gave me a heart attack.” Zonta answered. Well it was easier to answer questions then to try and explain everything he supposed.

“There isn’t supposed to be anyone in any of that bastards old property.” Tisu snarled.

“Yes well….there were at least four.” Zonta stated.

“What happened next?” Kyoru asked, staying on topic.

“Well I sought to help the poor thing. I did not know of his race at first though, I thought he was just a child Kyashin. But once I was able to get a good look at him my suspicions were aroused. But as I was attempting to decide what the best course of action would be I rather abruptly discovered that he was being pursued. One of the brutes was shouting out of a window that they needed to get him back and to break his legs if they needed to.” Zonta continued.

“Break his legs?” Aosh muttered, looking a little sick to his stomach. Zonta nodded.

“To make matters worse there was clear evidence of abuse. He had several bruises on his face and other areas of his body, and was bleeding a little.” Kyoru’s scowl grew deeper. “The poor thing had hit his head so hard I don’t even think he knew what was happening, I also suspect he was drugged. But I picked him up and fled….I couldn’t think of anything else to do, and I refused to leave him there.” Zonta explained.

“Very suspicious.” Nolluz stated.

No duh Nolluz…Zonta just hoped his brother was off because of the time of night, because seriously….did anyone have to point out that this was all highly suspicious?

“However we were pursued, but I managed to lose them and found refuge in Zuma’s, an ex-member of our guard if you recall, establishment.” Zonta said.

“I know Zuma, he is a good man.” Kyoru said.

“Indeed he is, his aid was invaluable.” Zonta admitted. “Once under Zuma’s roof I had thought we were safe, I had also thought to try and contact home, but some type of electrical storm prevented that. Even still I managed to make my meeting and also managed to conclude all business in that single gathering.”

‘No small feat..” Jolan chuckled.

“But it turned out that I had been followed, for our pursuers made an appearance at Zuma’s.” Zonta stated.

“And then you returned here?” Nolluz asked.

“Not….quite. I then discovered just how…determined they were….I…..they….they tried to kill me.” Zonta confessed unsteadily. He as still shaken by the memory.

“What?!” His brothers seemed to roar in unison. Zonta watched as his father’s eyes darkened further, his hands that he had clasped in front of himself tightening visibly.

“I kept asking myself why they would want him back so badly and for what purpose, but on the ride home it also occurred to me that if they are so desperate for his return, then perhaps Max is also on their list.” Zonta added. The thought made his stomach clench painfully. It didn’t help that Kasan was not here and thus not receiving information that he might just need.

“Holy shit….Kasan is going to freak.” Aosh said.

That was an understatement. An angry Kasan was bad enough, a Kasan whose consort might be in mortal danger? Zonta didn’t even want to think about the rampage his older brother would go on if his Max was taken somehow.

“We will have to contact Kasan.” Kyoru stated. “Should that fail then we will have to send men to find him.” Everyone seemed to nod in agreement. The one’s with consorts seeming especially upset. Probably because they were all putting themselves in Kasan’s place, how they would feel if something happened to their beloveds. “Zonta…perhaps later I would like to take to you about his attempt on your life. I do assume you alerted the proper authorities.” Kyoru said.

“Yes, Zuma did just that before we left, the entire town is probably on high alert right now.” Zonta answered.

“Very well, first thing this morning we will send our own men in, I want an extremely through investigation.” Kyoru said. Zonta felt for his father, it had to be killing him to know that his own brother was behind all of this. “But on to hopefully more pleasant things. What, if anything, have you learned about this new human?” Zonta sighed.

“Not much I’m afraid. I have been able to use some of Max’s language to communicate with him, but my mastery of the tongue is quite lacking.” Zonta admitted.

“You think Max could speak with him?” Jolan asked.

“I’m certain of it, he both recognizes and responds to the language that Max taught me. More to the point….his name seems to be Gabriel. He does not seem to be as prone to…panic as Max, but I don’t think he had endured very positive treatment from our people.” Zonta spat with more then a little venom.

“Is he cute?” Aosh asked. That shocked Zonta a tad, though he should have expected something like that from Aosh, what the hell did that have to do with anything?

Although yes…Gabriel was very cute.

Gorgeous even.

“That is a highly inappropriate question Aosh. How could you even ask such a thing?” Zonta snapped. Aosh through his hands up in exasperation.

“I’m just asking! Geez…lighten up. Besides if he has had it a little rough then….heh I could always do my best to make him forget.”

Tisu snorted.

“Damn letch.” Zonta felt his face flush, he was sure if he had claws they were would out and ready right now. He was just barely able to keep from telling Aosh to shut up in a rather vulgar way. Growling softly Zonta continued.

“Another point of interest. Gabriel has responded to Max’s name.”

“Responded how?” Kyoru asked.

“Well I can not say with one hundred percent certainty but….I think that they might know each other. He became very animated when I mentioned Max’s name and has been rather adamant about being taken to Max.” Zonta informed.

“Pretty long odds there though. Two members of a supposedly extent race that happen to be acquainted…” Jolan mused.

“True but we still do not really even know where, or how either of the humans were found. So it is possible that they may have been found together.” Zonta countered.

“Sounds plausible, but I agree with Jolan, long odds indeed.” Nolluz said.

“So where is the little runt anyway?” Tisu asked.

“Tisu please….no need to be rude.” Zonta scolded. “I left him in my room, he was rather tired, plus I felt it would be-” Zonta was cut of by the sound of the doors behind him opening violently.

A stab of pure panic drove into Zonta’s gut as Gabriel came sailing through the air, the poor human’s lower back smashing into the end of the table.

Gabriel sank to the floor, landing on his knee’s and elbows. He looked absolutely battered, a large wicked bruise blossomed on his right cheek, his left eye was nearly swollen shut and blood was streaming from his nose and mouth.

Before anyone could more a guard came charging into the room and Zonta had a moment of relief, a feeling he typically got when he saw a member of their guard during an unpleasant situation.

But that quickly changed to a raw rage as the short haired blond planted a vicious running kick to Gabriel’s ribs. The blow not only drove a loud pained cry from the smaller man, which served to make Zonta’s blood boil even hotter, it also lifted Gabriel up, sending him crashing down onto the table top.

Zonta’s body was moving before he even realized it. He had never been a violent person, but he had to admit he derived a certain pleasure from the pained grunt that rang out from the guard as he threw all of his weight behind his shoulder and into the guard’s chest, knocking him to the floor.

“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING!!!?” Zonta screamed at the top of his lungs. The only thing that kept him from stomping on the fallen man until something vital shot out of his is that he wanted an explanation.
What had happened?! He had left Gabriel safe and ready for sleep in his bed, and now he found the little angel being savaged by one of their own men?!

“I want an explanation, and I want it NOW!” Zonta snarled. Tisu had some to stand at his left, Jolan at his right and he could feel his father’s presence at his back, looming over him.

“I recognize you….Celi right?” Jolan spat. “Your already being dismissed for theft and assault, why you would wish to add to that is beyond me.”

The guard, Celi, rose slowly, nervously and cleared his throat.

“While I do admit I did assault Rui, I simply allowed my emotions to get the better of me, being accused of such acts hurt me deeply. But I now have proof of my innocence.”

“Oh?” Jolan growled. If it was one thing Zonta loved about this brothers, it was that none of them tolerated abuse of the weak. Well…not that he thought Gabriel was weak…he was just…well he was human.

But to be honest Zonta was really not paying attention despite his wanting answers, he was to busy trying to decide whether or not he was capable of breaking someone’s skull with his fists.

“Then explain. Now. And it had better have something to do with your current actions.” Kyoru stated, a growling authority seeping into his voice.
Zonta was dimly away for the guard speaking, but he wasn’t focusing on it. He was torn, he wanted to check on Gabriel, to see if the poor thing was alright. Granted Aosh was currently checking on him and Zonta was pretty sure that his twin would say something if he thought the human was in dire straights.

But at the same time Zonta wanted to thrash the guard in front of him, never in his life had he EVER wanted to injure someone as badly as he did now.

Not even when Aosh a dye in his hair cleanser….

What should he do? Should he stay? Go?
Crap!

He should check on Gabriel, poor Nikea…how could anyone do such a thing?

Zonta was just about to rush over to the human on the table, and knock the guard down again to do it, when he heard Celi blaming a series of thefts upon Gabriel. His attention snapped back instantly to the guard.

“That is an absolute lie.” Zonta snarled, startling the guard.

“I beg your pardon-” Celi started.

“You can beg all you like, you will not receive it.” Zonta growled. The large red headed Kyashin took a step towards the guard, pushing their faces closer. “I brought him here.” Another step. “I placed him in my room.” Yet another step. Now he as close enough to bit the bastard if he wished. “So perhaps you would like to rethink this alibi?”

“W-What?” Celi stammered.

“Would you like to try and change your bullshit story?” Tisu growled.

The guard paled and his eyes started to flicker, Zonta could practically see the wheels turning. Honestly there was a part of Zonta that couldn’t believe he was right in the hulking guards face, and the rest of him just wanted to hurt the man.
Was there no decency in the world anymore?

Suddenly Aosh’s voice rang out, sounding more curious then anything.

“Hey little guy…what do you want with that?”

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G abriel’s head felt like it was made of glass shards stuck in a plastic bag that was filled with water.

His plan to run had not really worked out to well, because as it turned out the kitty men were not only huge, they were faster then shit.
He had been tossed all over the friggin place, and it seemed like the further down the hall he got, the more desperate his attacker became. Apparently the fact that he kept getting up was pissing the big boy off.

Gabriel really wasn’t sure why, and at the moment he was in no condition for thinking anyway, but it really seemed like the giant was out to beat him brain dead…or just beat him dead-dead.

He was pretty sure he had passed out at some point because he didn’t remember being up on a massive table. Talk about an all you can eat buffet…he had never seen a table so big.

His neck screamed in pain, but he was able to turn it just enough to see Zonta knock the big blond on his ass, and when the man got back up, Zonta was right in his face. Zonta looked beyond pissed, and the other three, and even bigger!, kitty men didn’t look very happy either.

Well that was nice, for a minute there he had been wondering if he had been set up. Though that didn’t make sense, after all Zonta seriously dwarfed him, and although it hurt his pride to admit, the big red head could probably pull him apart with his bare hands.

Still…it was nice to see that some people were just as annoyed with him getting thrashed as he was with it happening.

Something shiny caught Gabriel’s eye….ooh a shiny, Gabriel liked shiny things. They tended to be helpful. Reaching for it he was able to close his fingers around it without to much difficulty, though his arm hurt like hell.

Come to think of it….everything hurt like hell right now.

Painkillers….that’s what he was going to ask for. And waffles….there had better be some motherfucking waffles after all this shit, and if they forgot the big glass of milk he was going postal.

Pulling the object close he was able to focus his blurry eyes on it. It looked like a giant table knife, or butter knife, whatever you wanted to call it. Rounded tip and a dull serrated edge that probably couldn’t even cut bread. Well…shit.

Wait….was it dinner time? Cause he could so go for a pork chop right about now. If he still had teeth….or a working jaw, he couldn’t really tell.

What was he doing again? Oh yeah…big blond, big beating. Ass-hat….

He couldn’t feel his legs all that well but he managed to stand. Yet he couldn’t help but wonder…..

Did they even have pork chops around here?

Fuck….he was hungry again…

Crap….what was he going to do? He couldn’t….remember. Oh well….winging it time then.

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Zonta had a moment of disbelief as he caught sight of a battered Gabriel stumbling his way towards, and across the table, to them.

“Hey…seriously uh…Gab…gabreaaal? Shouldn’t you…like lay down? You know until we can get a qualified person to look at you?” Aosh said.

Gabriel seemed to ignore Zonta’s twin, only continuing his stumbling, slow walked. But his eyes….Gabriel looked…..well Zonta really couldn’t place it, but it was slightly unnerving.

Just as the human reached Celi’s back, and Zonta was about to shove the guard out of the way and reach for Gabriel, his left hand shot out, shoving hard at Celi’s shoulder. The soon to be incarcerated for the rest of his life, as far as Zonta was concerned, ex-guard’s upper body lurched forward.
Snarling the short haired blond spun around, clearly not knowing what just hit him, only to have the hand poised to swat behind him be blocked at the wrist by Gabriel’s waiting palm.

A split second later Gabriel’s right hand surged upwards and a sound much like a hammer hitting a slab of meat rang out as Gabriel’s hand connected right under Celi’s jaw.

The guard let out a loud, pained grunt, and as a cracking sound began to echo out, it turned into a wet gurgle, reminding Zonta all to much of Tauma’s death.

The four Kyashin took a step back as blood began to pour down Celi’s chest and splatter on the floor. The ex-guards body shook, his arms jerking as he if were trying to move them, to strike Gabriel, but couldn’t quite do it.

Gabriel pushed upwards just once more, twisting his wrist as he did. Then he pulled his bloody hand back and took a half step away from Celi, cocking his head to the side almost as if admiring something Gabriel then reached out and shoved at the spasming Celi’s chest.

**“Dank A’vey”** Gabriel muttered as the guard fell backwards like a falling tree and landed with a wet thud.

Aosh’s next words seemed to sum up the whole situation better then any Zonta could think of.

“Holy shit….”

With a tired, beaten sounding giggle Gabriel’s legs went out form under him and the human dropped. Zonta dove forward, over the body on the floor, and just barely was able to keep Gabriel from falling off of the table and smashing his face on the floor. Zonta was slightly frightened to find that the poor human had passed out once more. So much trauma to the head and brain could not be good….it just couldn’t.

Zonta hopped up onto the table and cradled the little human gently. Gabriel looked horrible, his lip was split in three places, his eye still badly swollen.

“How could he do such a thing? Why? How did he get into my room? Why did he go into my room in the first place?” Zonta muttered.

With Tauma’s death Zonta had been horrified, but with this he only felt rage and a slight sense of satisfaction that bothered him a little. But this had been self defense, just looking at Gabriel Zonta was amazed that he could even move, that his body was not shattered.

“Well…he’s dead.” A kneeling Tisu stated.

“What the hell is sticking out of him?” Jolan asked.
Zonta heard a wet sploshing sound, kinda reminded him of something stuck in the mud being pulled out. But he really wasn’t paying attention to his brothers, he was focused on the unconscious human in his arms. The man’s breathing was a tad labored, but he didn’t seem to be struggling and Zonta could feel Gabriel’s heart beating steadily in his bruised chest under his larger hand. It felt normal….at least he hoped that was normal for a human. Was their heart supposed to beat like that? Or was it supposed to beat faster?

“Fucking table knife….” Tisu stated.

“Those things don’t even have points!” Nolluz exclaimed.

“Yeah I know….damn that had to hurt like hell.” Tisu grumbled.

“Alright that is enough.” Kyoru butted in. “Zonta?”

Zonta softly pressed the flesh around Gabriel’s neck with his fingertips, nothing felt broken. Thank God.

“Zonta.” Kyoru said a bit more firmly. Without even looking up Zonta answered.

“Yes?”

“Son…I’m afraid I’m going to have to have this human…Gabriel, put into a cell for the time being.”

Zonta’s head snapped up, confusion rushing through him.

“What? Why?!”

Kyoru looked pained, but his eyes held conviction.

“He just killed a man….”

“I think we can all agree that was self defense! Father…look at him! I’m surprised he isn’t dead! He probably doesn’t understand what just happened! I left him in my room, I told him it was safe! And for all we know he has been nothing but beaten since Shovak got his hands on him. I do not….condone such actions….but I can not argue with them either! He has a right to defend himself!” Zonta protested. Kyoru looked as if he had swallowed something extremely bitter as he spoke.

“…Zonta we were standing right here.”

“So? What does that mean? Do you think he knows we would have prevented him from harm? He saw a chance and he took it, would you do any different if you were him!” Zonta snapped. This wasn’t happening….he had brought the poor man here for safety, not to be beaten and locked up.

“Zonta…we don’t have all the facts, and I’m not saying this is going to be permanent. But we do not know what caused this, and until we can explain the situation to him I cannot allow him to roam around free.” Kyoru said gently.

“Lock him up? Lock him up? He’s not a criminal father! He’s a frightened, abused little creature!” Zonta shouted.

“Zonta.” Kyoru said firmly, his ruling voice, his father voice. “This is just until Kasan returns, then we can have Max talk to this Gabriel, get his side of the story. I’m not saying he isn’t innocent, and I’m not saying his actions were not justified, but what if someone startles him and he attacks? You said yourself you think he has been abused, and if that is true he may be unstable. He needs to know that we are not here to harm him.” Zonta opened his mouth to argue, but his father continued on. “Zonta…I must look after our people as well, all that will be done he is will be kept under lock and key for just a short while. He will be fed, he will have a bed to sleep on, and I will make sure he gets medical attention. I feel for him Zonta….please do not think I don’t.”
Although he was reluctant to, Zonta gently set Gabriel down onto the table. Ignoring the body on the floor he stomped over to his father.

“I didn’t see you locking Max up.” Zonta growled.

“Max did not shove a dull table knife up through someone’s jaw, through their mouth and into their brain….” Kyoru stated. “But if you wish….perhaps a vote?”

“I’m all for locking him up. He appears to be dangerous.” Nolluz said in that snobby way he had.

“Nolluz you self important….” Zonta started.

“I second that. I’m not going to have some little runt like that running around, especially not with Roto in the palace.” Tisu said. Anger poured into Zonta, he couldn’t believe this….

“Tisu….you came across Roto being beaten, you killed the man responsible, how can you act like this is any different!” Zonta protested. Tisu shrugged.

“He isn’t Roto.”

Zonta turned his head to look at Jolan, the crown prince himself. Jolan sighed.

“I have to agree, its nothing personal, but I do think we need to handle this one a bit more carefully. He’ll be alright Zonta, and just as long as he doesn’t prove to be some type of murderer when Max talks to him, he’ll be out before you know it.” Jolan consoled.

Finally Zonta turned around to stare at Aosh, his twin, his last hope here.

“Aosh…please….surely you don’t….” Zonta trailed off.

Aosh ducked his head, rubbing back of his neck.

“Sorry Zonta….but I’m going to have to go with the others on this one. That was fucking brutal….and…and what if he tries to hurt you? I could never forgive myself if that happened.” Aosh said.

Zonta couldn’t believe it, his family, his brothers, his TWIN, all standing against him? Growling the red headed Kyashin turned away from his twin, back to his father and three older brothers.

“You see this!!” Zonta shouted, pointed to the bruise around his neck. “A man wrapped a rope around my neck, nearly strangled me to death, my last thoughts before I passed out were on all of you. But that human saved my life! DO you understand that? I would be dead right his very moment. You would have found me cold and lifeless on the floor, if you found me at all! I owe him my life! He saves me and this is what he gets for it?!” Zonta raged.

Kyoru looked as if his heart had been torn out, and for a moment he seemed at a loss for words.

“We aren’t proposing doing anything to him for Gods sake. We just want to keep him from hurting anyone, hurting himself or being hurt till we can figure out what is going on.” Jolan said, trying to sooth Zonta.
Zonta head a noise behind him, and when he turned he saw another guard, with Gabriel in his arms. When the hell had they called someone?!

“Please be gentle with him.” Kyoru said.

“I will Lord, no worries.” The dark haired guard said as he began to leave. Zonta knew his name…but he just couldn’t think of it right now.

He was just about to lunge at the guard, to keep him from taking poor Nikea away, but Tisu and Jolan stopped him.

“I can’t believe any of this! Let me go!” Zonta snapped as he struggled to get free.

“Zonta! Calm down! This isn’t like you at all.” Jolan said. Before Zonta could even say or do anything else, the guard and Gabriel with him were gone.

He had the thought to race after were he thought they went as his two brothers let him go, but didn’t. It wouldn’t do any good.

“You want an investigation then? Fine! Lets start with my room.” Zonta snarled.

“Zonta…its late…” Nolluz started.

“Then fucking go to sleep!” Zonta shouted. “You don’t care either way Nolluz, you never have! Its always been the same with you! If its not important to Nolluz, then its not important at all!”

Shock adorned everyone’s faces, and for good reason. Zonta didn’t curse, Zonta almost NEVER cursed.

Aosh laid a gentle hand on Zonta’s shoulder, and Zonta swatted it away as hard as he could before stomping towards the door. Turning Zonta growled at his family.

“I brought him here to be safe, clearly that was a mistake on my part.” He snapped before storming off, heading towards his room. It was the worst insult he could think of, to imply that he couldn’t come home.

“I can’t believe this…..how could they!? Do they think I don’t know how horrible a death is? But what else could be done?” Zonta thought. He could hear footsteps following him, but he didn’t look back.

There was blood in the hallway, splotches of it on the floor, on the walls. Had Celi just beaten Gabriel all the way down the hall? Did the human try to run?

More and more Zonta was thinking the dead guard had meant serious harm, or worse to the little human.

And more and more he was starting not to care that he had been killed for it.

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To say Gabriel was sore was an understatement. He hurt like hell.

Opening his eyes slowly he blinked a few times, he could see out of his eye again, that was good. Though it was still a little swollen. Crap…how long had he been out?

Groaning in pain as he sat up Gabriel was in no way prepared for what he saw.

Bars.
Big ass bars running up and down, and with other bars running across those.

It took him a whole five seconds to look around the room, and another three to figure out was it was.

For all intents and purposes? A cage.

A jail cell.

He almost couldn’t believe it.

So…sweet Zonta had him locked up? Or was something else going on here?

Panic started to fill Gabriel, and he would have gotten up, gotten up and started to pound on the bars till someone showed up. But he hurt so damn much…someone may have bandaged him up…but they sure as hell didn’t give him anything for pain.

A frustrated, agonizes sigh tore passed Gabriel’s lips, but he laid back down on the totally not comfortable bed. Wasn’t much he could do in this condition…and it looked like he was going to have lots of time anyway.

It was almost amusing to think about, he had finally gotten out of a cage, put on a spaceship only to wake up in giant kitty land. To be beaten up way to fucking much, nearly raped, he hadn’t forgotten that. Only to be locked up again.

Hell….it was like coming home now wasn’t it?

Son of a bitch….

The paranoid part of Gabriel started to reeve up. Where was Zonta? Where was Max? He had been told Max was here, he had to find Max….God knows what kind of shape his big brother was in.

“Lock me up? Uh uh….I’ll get out…I always get out!” Gabriel shouted. “And when I do…..you will not like it….”

Tentatively Gabriel closed his fingers around his locket. He had failed Michael, but no way in hell was he going to let the same happen to Max.
Come hell, high water, big fucking hills and giant god damn kitty men…..nothing was going to stop him. NOTHING.

To be continued.