Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ To Rule Hell ❯ Chapter Three ( Chapter 3 )

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

Pulling out his sword, he swung it down at her, the blade pressing against her neck, drawing blood from her flesh, but not cutting further. "Damn it! Just let me go! I can't leave this house so long as you're here!"

She moved closer to him, letting the blade cut her more. "The only way you are going to be free is if I die and even then you will still be trapped in the afterlife with me."

"What? What do you mean trapped in the afterlife?"

"You'll be died you idiot. Keep up." She pulled back and walked to her kitchen. Pushing some buttons and adding some small tablets in a machine, she turned it on and waited. It beeped and she pulled out two meals and some drinks. She set them at the table and washed her neck then bandaged it before sitting down.

He stabbed his sword into her wall, cursing in anger. His hands went back to his throat trying to rip the band from his neck. "I'm not the only one who is trapped. You're trapped with me as well. Is that really what you want?"

"I don't mind suffering a bit if it saves millions in Heaven." She watched as the tree wall spit out the sword and sealed the cut shut. "This tree is living. I wouldn't piss it off if I were you."

"The tree should be more worried about pissing me off." Picking up his sword, he moved and sat down at the table. "Millions might die, but it will be worth it to bring Heaven down."

"Why?"

"Because....I don't know! I can't remember. All I know is that it needs to come down."

"You are insane!" she snapped.

"I'm not the one who strapped a death device to someone's neck and then kidnapped them!"

She smiled. "Yeah, I did kidnap you didn't I? Isn't that a little awesome how someone like me took control over someone like you?"

His eyes darkened and he crushed the table with his hand, tossing it aside as he grabbed her by the throat and pinned her by the wall. "This isn't a fucking game! You didn't take control over me, you strapped some kind of death device to me when I was groggy and dazed!"

She threw her hand out and jammed his nose with the heel of her hand. She then kicked his chest causing him to fly back. Landing on the ground she pulled out her tool and let it change to a gun. She fired it into his shoulder. "Stop trying to hurt me! I don't want to kill you!"

He winced and moved toward her. "You couldn't kill me even if you tried. If you could kill someone like me then you wouldn't have needed my help. I won't sit here and play house with you. Somewhere...somewhere out there someone knows who I am. They know my name. They know my past. They know about me. I need to have a name! Those answer lie in Heaven."

"This isn't about you! It's about the millions you want to kill!"

"They don't matter! None of them do!"

"There are children up there you selfish idiot! Maybe you are better off dead if you don't think they count!"

"How do you know what Heaven is like? You've never even been up there!"

"But I know there are children there! I've seen families leave for Heaven! I've gotten letters from them!"

"Spare me," he groaned. Reaching for his head, he held his temple, stepping back he closed his eyes and tried not to fall back as more random flashes came. People laughing. Brilliant skies. Beautiful colors. The sweet aroma of sweetness and honey. It made him sick....

"Hey..." she said softly. "Maybe you should sit down..."

He didn't say a word, he just nodded, reaching back he felt his strength fail him as he all but fell back into a chair. She grabbed a rag and wet it then pressed it to his forehead.

"God...my head hurts," he hissed. Too many things were coming at him at once. His head felt like it was literally going to explode from the pressure.

"Maybe you should lie down." She helped him up and moved him to the couch to lay down.

He laid down and closed his eyes. His body felt like it was on fire, and it was taking everything he could not to scream, and that was ignoring the pain in his shoulder. Then, just as sudden as it had overtaken him, the pain ceased and the flashes of images subsided, leaving him drained and panting.

She kept wiping the sweat from him. "It's ok. You're ok...." What was wrong with him?

Slowly he opened his eyes to look at her. "I'm...fine. Just tired. That's all."

"Just rest ok?"

He wanted to choke her, to strangle the life out of her, but for now he would do as she asked. Resting sounded good. He closed his eyes and relaxed so that he could give his body time to process the new flood of images. She left him there and put a blanket over him. Afterward, she went upstairs and went to sleep herself.

It was late at night. At least...he thought it was. It was hard to tell considering that the tree...house...thing didn't exactly have windows. He'd tried stepping toward the door to check to see, but his collar started beeping as soon as he took a step toward it. With a depressed sigh, he walked back to her kitchen area and began poking buttons. He'd seen this thing give her food. Banging on it, he tried to pry it own. "Give me food," he pouted. "Damn machine."

"Stop it! It's not the machines fault that you can't work it," she said. She came down the stars in only her night gown. Going to the kitchen she pressed a few buttons and it beeps a few minutes later. She pulled out the plate and handed it to him. "See. Not hard. You are just stubborn."

"Technology hates me," he argued, taking the plate and glaring at the device. "It's evil."

"No, it's not. You just don't care to understand it." She moved from the kitchen and pressed a button on the wall. The door opened and she looked outside, listening to the birds. "It's going to rain today."

Even the tree had buttons on it! Damn, he couldn't even trust plants anymore. "How can you tell that it's going to rain?"

"I can smell it," she said. She pressed the button and the door closed. Only seconds later, rain began to pour making the hollow tree sound like a soft drum. She smiled. She loved that sound.

He groaned when he heard it rain. Something about rain just...it made him shiver. Sitting down, at what had once been a table but was now nothing more than splinters, he ate his food with his hands. At least the food had improved in here, but his mind was still torturing itself with a way to get out. More so, he thought he knew a way to Heaven now. Something connected in his mind. There was a transport vessel which brought supplies down to Pandora. If he climbed aboard it, they would take him right to Heaven.

Aura went to the third flat and turned on a robot. It followed her down stairs and she pointed to the table. "Can you fix it?" It clapped it's metal hands and went to work while she smiled. "Thank you."

"You have one of those things to?" he asked, examining the unnatural thing as it began assembling the splinters back together.

"I made him myself. His name is Totto." She smiled as he beeped loudly and stepped back. "Thank you very much! It looks great!" It clapped then hurried back upstairs.

"You have issues," he muttered

"Say what you want," she shrugged.

"How about you take this thing off of me and I don't say anything at all?"

"No."

"Look, at some point and time you are going to have to take this thing off or you'll end up regretting it."

"I already do," she said. Walking upstairs to her room, she started dressing.

Finishing his food, he went upstairs and followed after her, bringing his sword with him. "Then let me go! Because right now, letting me go is a lot better than what I have planned for you."

"God! Can't I get dressed in my own home without having you stare at me!?"

"Oh come on! I couldn't less about your body! You look like a boy anyway!"

She paled. Slowly she moved to the mirror. Did she really look like a boy? Maybe it was her hair. She always kept it up. Or maybe it was because she always wore shorts. Should she be more revealing?

He groaned as he watched her examine herself in the mirror. "We have more pressing matters than your gender confusion!"

Walking over to him, she pushed him down the stairs. She pressed a button on the wall in her room and the hole where the stairs led up to her flat closed, blocking him from her. He groaned as he stared up the stairs. Did she really think that was going to keep him from getting to her? A sword sliced through the panel and ripped it apart as he started walking up stairs toward her.

She kicked him in the forehead and watched him fall back down. "We can do this all day," she said finally dressed.

"You look far better clothed," he said, rubbing his head with a groan.

He was just so hateful! She pressed the button back on the wall and what was left of the seal opened. She walked down the stars, ignoring him and started cleaning his plate.

He groaned and fidgeted with his shoulder. "You got any clothes that would fit me?"

Grabbing a tool from the table, she moved to him and scanned his frame. She put the scanner in a machine then pressed a few buttons. Everything was silent for a long time then suddenly a folded outfit came out. Picking it up, she handed it to him. "Bathroom in upstairs."

"That's actually pretty neat. These aren't like robot clothes are they? No little machines running around inside them?"

"I swear you are a little slow in the head..." she whispered softly. "That's so sad..."

"What does that mean?" he frowned. He wasn't slow. Technology just wasn't his thing...it had it out for him.

She shook her head quickly. "Oh, nothing!" she said. "I set up a set by step note in the bathroom so you know how to work it."

"Right...." He shook his head and started upstairs to the bathroom. Stripping on the way, he stopped and rubbed the wound on his shoulder. Wincing and tossing his clothes aside he looked down at the new ones she had for him. They looked exactly like the ones he had just taken off, just stiffer. Groaning, he closed his eyes and started getting dressed.

Aura ran her hands through her hair. She pushed some of it from her face then frowned. Her hair was so long. How could she look like a boy?

He came downstairs a few minutes later, his clothes bundled in his arms. "Where...do I put these?"

"In the machine."

He frowned and slowly moved toward it. He looked as if the machine was going to bite him. Slowly he reached out and opened it up...sliding his clothes inside before shutting it. She shook her head at him.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Whatever. Now to take this damn collar off, boy."

"No."

Rolling his eyes, he stood there trying to figure what to do. The simple fact was that there was nothing for him to do. This damn place was run by machines and while he was seriously considering hacking off her limbs and turning her into a back pack, he wasn't quite to the point of insanity yet. Though he was growing close. While he was pondering thoughts, Aura was tinkering with some machines.

"What are you building?"

"Not building, just making better." She grabbed a tool and smiled. "It's an air filter. Purifies the air in my tree."

"Air is air. Why would it need to be purified. That's just stupid."

"Some air on Pandora...can kill."

"Oh.... Well, that seems slightly more logical. The fact that you can create stuff like that or make it better is kind of neat. You can tame the evil technology. Even if you do evil stuff with it...." Tame tech? He was stupid. A machine is only bad if a person creates it that way. It's not the tech's fault. He could see the look in her eyes and all he could do was smirk. "Maybe when you've gone against as many blasters and detonators as I have you will learn why I distrust tech so much. They are tools of war, some say they even have life."

"No, you are wrong. The tech is only as good or as bad as a person wishes. We can create tech to save lives, or to take them. But to put the blame on a machine because someone is power hungry is like blaming the trees for making shade."

"So it's fair to say that you're evil."

"If it makes you feel better...ok...."

"Well let's see. In the short time I've known you, you've strapped a death trap to my neck, you've failed to help innocent people, you've lied to angels, and you kill without remorse. Evil."

She looked away. Yes...she did all those things. Maybe...maybe she was evil. Standing, she walked up to her room.

He didn't bother her and let her go upstairs. Sitting down on the couch, he toyed with his collar, pressing buttons to see if he could figure out how to get it off.

Aura laid on her bed and stared at some holopictures of her when she was much younger. She didn't remember her parents but she had pictures of them. Would they be proud of her? Would they think she was evil and wrong? She sighed then rolled over. He was just one man. If she let him go, he couldn't bring down Heaven all on his own so surely he couldn't kill anyone and didn't have to be here. But was it really wrong to hold him against his will when she's saving millions?

"What are you doing?" He stared at her from the stairs, after growing bored and figuring that there was nothing he could do with the collar, he decided that he could at least bug her into submission.

"Nothing."

"What are those?" he asked, nodding to t he glowing images.

She turned them off and shrugged. "Tech."

"Who was the cute little girl there?"

"No one."

"Alright," he sighed. "Whatever. I really don't care. Just trying to make conversation since we're going to be stuck together until you die."

Aura sat up. "Oh yeah. I suppose."

He sat down on her bed and fidgeted, his sword resting beside him as he tried to think of something to say other than take the damn collar off. Perhaps if he played nice he could ull her into a false sense of security. "So...Aura...." Yeah, he had nothing.

"Yes?"

"Are you a guy?"

She frowned. Fine. Whatever. "Yes."

"I kind of figured," he shrugged. "You have no breasts or hips."

"I noticed..."

"So...got a girlfriend?"

"No."

"I see... well...boyfriend?"

"No."

"Well you're the most boring cross dresser ever."

"I'm sorry..."

"Yeah, well you can apologize for a lot of things. Mostly the collar I-" He stopped when he heard something downstairs. "Someone is here...."

She stood and walked down stairs. Someone knocked and she opened the door. Standing outside her door was a man. At least one could assume that. His flesh was a dark green with hard scales covering him from head to toe. His eyes were slits and he had claws and fangs. "Yo. I'm here for the protection money," he said with a grin. His voice hissed when he spoke. Riptor. Class A. The ruler of the territory.

"I told you. I'm not giving you any money," she said with narrow eyes. "I've lived here far longer than you."

"You've paid the last three times I've come by. You know you're going to pay again. You don't want your pretty little toys and tree to go boom."

"I said no!"

"What's going on here?" he asked as he came down the stairs and stared between them. "Whoa? What on earth is he?"Riptor looked at them and shook his head. "You're joking, right? Who is this guy, Aura? You know it will cost more for two people to live here."

"And I told you I'm not giving you any money, lizard man!"

"You're a lizard?""No, I'm a man," he growled. Reaching out, he grabbed Aura's arm and pulled her toward him, twisting her arm painfully. "You have to pay or you and your idiot friend are going to be in a whole world of hurt."

She cried out. "I'm not afraid of you!"

He groaned and rolled his eyes. "Let her go." He reached out to grab him, but Riptor slammed his fist into him, sending him flying back into her house causing him to crash into the furniture. "Now then," he hissed, pulling her closer. "Pay up for you and him. Unless you want me to take it out of your flesh...with a little bite." He clenched his teeth menacingly. She knew what his jaws could do and more importantly what his fangs possessed.

"I already found a cure for you," she smirked. "Do your worse!"

"Oh really? Did you get a cure for my evolution?" He grinned when he saw her pale. Opening his mouth he started to sink his teeth into her flesh, but a fist sent him flying back."Shit, it's like punching steel," he hissed as he waved his hand which had cracked open. "Aura, grab my sword."

"Don't bother. He has to be froze." She ran upstairs to grab something she had worked on for forever.

"Damn it, just get my-" Something slammed into him and caused him to double over. Riptor's fists were just as hard apparently. A flurry of punches landed on his flesh causing him to step back as bones cracked. His eyes hardened while Riptor just smirked. Pain fueled him as he moved forward, catching Riptor's fist in his hand. Twisting it, he cracked Riptor's hand and punched him in the side of the face.The two stumbled backward, each stunned by their blows. Shaking the effects off, they growled before lunging at each other. Grabbing each of Riptor's hands, he twisted them to the side, causing them to crack and split. However, Riptor had more than just his hands. His fangs grabbed onto his neck, ripping the flesh with a large bite.

A dart landed in his back and when he turned to Aura to lunge at her, he started turning to ice. She flipped and kicked his head, shattering him to pieces. Quickly she got to her knees and grabbed one of his teeth then put it in a container. "Listen to me. And for once, listen. You are going to die unless I can find a cure for the poison he just injected in you." She hurried to him and took the collar off. "You could run if you wanted, but you won't be able to get far before you die." She watched him slowly wobble. Wrapping his arm around her neck, she helped him up the stairs and laid him down on her bed. "I'll be back very soon, ok?" She didn't give him a chance to say anything before she ran out of her house to gather materials.

Something began to spread through his body, causing his insides to burn. His veins began to glow a brilliant green as the venom worked itself through his body. He arched his back, his hands sliding up to his throat to stop the bleeding. She'd taken the collar off to get to his wound. He should leave. Leave now. He shifted off the bed and took a step before collapsing. He couldn't escape. Not now. Not like this. He couldn't even stand.

It took her an hour, but she returned. Going to the kitchen, she started chopping up all her ingredients. It had taken her longer than she had hoped to find the right combination of things to kill the poison, but she couldn't complain. She found it. Going upstairs after making the drink, she pulled his head into her lap. "Drink it all. Don't stop until it's all down. It's going to take days for you to be fully cured, but at least you won't die." The poison had spread throughout most of his body. His throat had swollen shut and he couldn't even open it to speak much less drink the antidote. "Dang it." She laid him down flat and rushed to her third floor. Grabbing a few things she came back down. She put the liquid in a shot and injected it all over his body until it was all gone.

He hissed as she injected it into him. It burned nearly as bad as the venom itself. He tried to speak, but he couldn't. His hands just cracked the floor beneath his fingers as he closed his eyes and held in a scream. She pulled his clothes off and started messaging his flesh to get the liquid to spread. He reached up and batted her hands away when she tried to roll him over onto his stomach. He held her hands firmly and shook his head, his body acting without reason.

"Don't fight me!" she screamed and flipped him over. She froze when she saw nubs from something being removed was sticking out on his back. Biting her lip she worked around them. "This...maybe...maybe you are genetically altered... That happens...like Ripor," she whispered. Yes, that would explain it or she would sit there forever trying to get him to explain.

He didn't say a word, his back shuddering as she massaged it to get her antidote to course through his body. The fact that he was now naked in front of a young girl didn't even faze him so much as the fact that she had seen what she'd seen. That was bad...wasn't it? He felt like it was bad, he just didn't know why it was.

Aura worked his flesh until she could feel him breathing easy. She then helped him in bed and covered him up. "Just sleep."

He nodded slowly and closed his eyes. Sleep did sound good, but he couldn't fathom why she had saved him. She wanted him dead, didn't she? Well this was her perfect chance and yet she had saved him. She was so damn confusing. She stayed by his side, running a wet rag over his face and holding his hand.