Other Fan Fiction ❯ The Lost Ones ❯ Chapter Six ( Chapter 6 )

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

Neron's eyes began to glow as she said this. He smiled and nodded. Yes, this was what he had hoped for. "And you said you weren't special," he smirked as he caressed her cheek. A strong heart...that was what he needed now. One that would help him to restore his powers.

She blushed at his touch. "What...do you mean?" she asked. Special? Her?

"You have a strong heart," he said, his eyes still glowing softly. "A strong heart means that my powers will be strong. As long as you retain that fire I will recover and my powers will return quickly and stronger."

She placed her hand over his on her cheek and smiled. "I've got plenty of heart," she told him. "I promise to use it wisely."

He smirked and nodded. "I appreciate it. I have no idea if I'm one of the first to awaken or one of the last. If I am the later, then that means that my brothers and sisters have had time to regain their full powers and possibly build armies. So my task will be harder."

She walked over and grabbed her knife. "I don't have an army to offer you, but I have a place for us to go to practice," she said looking at him.

He looked intrigued by this. "And where might such a place be?"

Mia smiled. Grabbing her keys she walked with him to the car. She drove for about thirty minutes to the outskirts of town. Taking a back road, she came to a forgotten field with a rundown farm. It looked untouched for years. "I found this place when I first moved here. I got lost and stumbled here. No one lives on this road anymore and no one uses it. It's not even on any maps. We can have the whole field to just practice," she said as she got out of the car.

He sniffed the air upon getting out. Looking around, he checked to make certain that they hadn't been followed. Once he was relatively certain that they were indeed alone, he relaxed slightly. "This place will do nicely," he admitted. Looking over at her, he walked up behind. Wrapping his arms around her he proceeded to fixed her grip on the dagger. "If you want to do any damage to your opponent you will want to hold the knife like this. Makes it easier to punch and cut them."

Mia stiffened at his touch. Her heart sped up and she blushed. Relaxing a bit, she let his hands guide her how to stand. With his body pressed so closely to her, it was hard to concentrate, however, she did her best to do as he said.

He cleared his throat as her feelings began to echo inside of him. He guided her through a few basic motions, knowing that this would be the easiest way to do it, even if it was hard when he found himself blushing and thinking of how quickly his heart was beating. "Take a deep breath," he instructed. "Visual your target and thrust forward." He bent her arm, pressing against her as he moved her hand into a straight thrust outward.

Nodding against him. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Opening them, she tried to calm herself, making sure to pretend that she was fighting against someone. Letting her body move loosely, she let him show her what to do, over and over until she was doing it with him instead of him doing it for her.

"Good," he said. Moving away from her he watched her do it a few more times. "I want you to practice that whenever you get the chance so that it will be burned in your memory." Standing before her, he smirked. "Now I want you to stab me."

She stopped and stood back. "No!" she said sternly. "When you feel pain, I feel it too now. Besides...I don't like the idea of hurting you..."

He smiled at her. "I will be fine," he assured her. "I have long since learned to push pain to the back of my mind. You will need to learn the same."

She put her hands on her hips. "Easy for you to say! You have been doing this for forever!"

Neron sighed. Extending his arm he hissed as a new blade extended from it. "I'm giving you a choice. Stab me or I will stab you."

Mia winced at the pain, her hand going to her arm as if it was her that just pulled a knife from her arm. Rubbing it up and down with a whimper she started to back up from him. "You are not stabbing me and I am not stabbing you!"

"I'm afraid that I am." In one swift motion he was upon her as his blade slid into her flesh. He avoided any major organs, but he knew that the pain must be excruciating for her. He could feel it himself, and through her feelings it was excruciating.

Mia cried out, tears pour from her eyes as she looked down at her stomach. Blood splashed out, covering her lower half. She screamed over and over. Never before had she felt such pain. Her knife dropped from her hand as her palms went over the knife in her stomach, her hands resting on his to try and pull it out while she shook and screamed. Her vision blurred and seeing all the blood made her dizzy.

"Easy," he instructed as he gently began to guide her down to the ground.. "Take deep breaths. Push the pain from your mind. Please, you need to do this. Just focus on the sound of my voice."

She couldn't stop screaming. It hurt so badly. Her hands fisted into the grass below her as she gasped for air her lungs seemed to lack. Her eyes rolled back and her back arched as her eyes shut tight. She was so confused. Why would he do this? Didn't he want her safe? Didn't he say he was suppose to protect her? She cried out again as the pain kept washing over her. How was she suppose to push something that strong away? All she could think about was that she was dying and he betrayed her. Screaming out again, she started pulling the knife from her stomach.

He sighed and gently eased the blade out of her. This was going to be harder than he thought. "Take a deep breath," he told her. "The pain will pass in a moment." Pressing his hands over her wounds, he closed his eyes as a light encompassed the wound. A second later he winced as he felt the wound take place on him. Though it hurt, he quickly pushed it aside the best he could so that she wouldn't feel pain. "You are not in danger of dying. I would not have done that if I wasn't certain that you would be alright." He ran his fingers where her wound use to be and held them up. No blood.

"I have had to fight with limbs missing before. I can fight through that pain, but if my pain causes you to lose heart...to weaken, then I will die. If you get hurt and cannot control your pain it will affect me to a degree which I might lose focus and die. If you are fighting for your life and I get hurt; and you are not prepared for it you will lose your focus and most likely your life. Learning to deal with the pain is a huge part of who...of what I am."

She took deep breaths while looking up at him. Wiping her eyes, she moved her hand down her body. Feeling the warm blood covering her shirt, she felt little pain, and what pain there was, was all of Neron's. She sat up and shook her head. "You stabbed me...I thought you were joking..." she said slowly. Grabbing the knife she placed it in his hand. "I'll do better this time. I promise."

He shook his head and pushed the knife back in her hands. Standing up, he held his hand to his side where her wound had been. What had been excruciating to her was a mild discomfort for him. "Then stab me," he told her. "That way I can control how much pain you feel and also so you'll be able to stab someone without freezing when the moment calls for it."

Standing she looked at him then at the knife. "I've...never done this before...I feel like it's wrong," she admitted in a shaky voice. She wasn't sure if she would be able to take another person's life.

"In my time it was killed or be killed. You did not have the choice or luxury of debating morals. If someone was trying to kill you, you had to kill them first. It is as simple as that." He began to unbutton his shirt. Spreading it, he pointed to the spot he wanted her to stab. Mainly to prove his point, but also so she could avoid anything vital. It wouldn't kill him, but it would take longer for him to heal if she hit something important.

Taking a deep breath and swallowing hard, she stepped towards him on shaky legs. Doing what he had just taught her, she plunged the knife into the spot he pointed. Pulling back she covered her mouth with her fingers. "I'm so sorry!" she said in near tears. She had never stabbed anyone before realizing what she had just done made her swim with guilt. Deep inside her, she could feel the pain of the initial blow from her stabbing him. One hand went to her stomach to the same spot she had stabbed him as if she had been stabbed too.

He closed his eyes. His breathing was ragged at first, but slowly he was regaining control. "It is okay," he said without opening his eyes. "You did well." Biting his lip, he relaxed as the full pain of both wounds washed over him. He instantly reached out for Mia to keep her from falling as the pain began to consume her as well. "Remember, keep your breathing even. Focus on my voice and nothing else."

Mia cried out and hugged her stomach in pain. It hurt so much and it was hard to breath but she forced herself not to scream. Leaning against him, she took deep breath while whimpering and wincing. Her body shook and she couldn't help but cry. She bit her lip to keep herself from crying out as wave after wave of pain crashed over her, pulling at her insides with a burning fire.

He wrapped his arms around to hold her as she tried to battle with the pain. His blood was getting on her clothes, but that didn't seem to matter to her at the moment. Pressing his lips to her forehead, he closed his eyes and whispered. "Focus. Focus solely on me." He started to force the pain back. Slowly. Gradually. He wanted her to feel it, but he also wanted her to know that it was starting to lessen. To know that it was getting better.

It wasn't his voice she ended up focusing on, it was his lips pressed to her forehead, the steadying beating of his heart and the warmth of his chest. His voice was like a bonus. Listening to his heart she counted in her head, each beat, listening to the pattern and memorizing it for later. The pain lessened and suddenly she could feel herself stop shaking. Her hands left her body and slowly moved over his bare chest, wanted to feel the heart beat on her palms, wanting to remember the feeling for another moment like this. It would be her comfort blanket. She would use it to lessen the pain and push it back like he wanted her to.

He seemed oblivious to her hands on his chest and the look on her face as he slowly pulled back from her. "You did well," he told her with a smile. "You have survived your first stabbing; and taken your first step toward blocking out pain." He reached out to wipe some blood from her hand where he had bled on her. "I think that will be enough for today."

Looking down at herself, she saw her shirt and most of her pants were ruined. Turning her back to him, she slipped her shirt off and walked to the car. Opening the truck she got out two college shirts that were large. She kept them in her trunk in case she might need them. Now seemed like the time. Walking over to him, she pulled his shirt off his arms and used it as a bandage, wrapping hit around him to stop the blood then blushing lightly as she handed him the clean shirt.

"Don't want to walk up to the apartment covered in a bloody shirt," she said slowly and started putting the other large shirt on. It swallowed her small body, covering the blood on her stomach and on her pants.

He smirked as she took off his shirt. His eyes danced over her body, curiosity filling his eyes, though he hesitated not wanting to ask what was on his mind. "Yes, of course not." His hand reached out and gently wiped some blood from her cheek which had gotten there when she took her shirt off. He brought his finger to his lips and licked the blood off before letting his hand fall once more. "I am proud of you. You did extremely well today."

Mia blushed, her heart speeding up. Pushing some hair behind her ear she started to the car. "Thank you...I think..."

He took her hand before she could leave and turned her to him. Kneeling down, he picked up her knife, and after wiping it on his already bloodied shirt, he placed it in her hand. "Just as I go where you go, this too should become a part of your life."

She held the knife close to her and nodded. It would be weird having a knife on her at all times, but she would do as he said. "I understand."

"Good," he said, his fingers brushing against her hand as he pulled away. His stomach growled and he chuckled. "I don't know if I'm hungry or if it's you."

She laughed. "Come on, I'll order pizza," she said as they got in her car. As she drove, she got out her cell and ordered some pizza. By the time they would get home, the pizza would be arriving.

Neron closed his eyes and relaxed as they drove home. He tried to put all his concentration on speeding up his healing time. By tomorrow they would be nothing more than scars. Though right now they were still rather annoying. "Mia, tell me what your family is like." He was quiet as he said this. He didn't open his eyes to speak to her. He was simply contemplative at the moment.

"Normal I suppose. My mother is a stay at home mom and my dad's in the military. I have a little bother named Joshua who is seven. My mother is expecting so I'll be having another little brother or sister in about five months," she smiled as she said this. "Joshua's a little jealous about it because the new baby room is going to be his old room and he has to move into my room. Because of the new baby, I don't get a lot of money to spend, but my dad makes sure to send me enough to eat and take care of bills. I offered to get a job, but he's so happy with my grades, he's scared I'll ruin them if I get a job."

Pushing her hair behind her ear, she laughed lightly. "I remember when Joshua found out I was leaving. He cried so hard because he thought I wasn't coming back. Because my dad's in the military, he's been to the war in Iraq a few times and Joshua never takes leaving well. He's always afraid we will never go back. He begged me not to go, but I started sending him letters and postcard and sometimes candy so he seems pretty happy now. I'm hoping that after I graduate, I'll get a job close to home so I can help my mom out while dad's at the base." Her smile faded. "Though, I think that's all changed now." Smiling again she pulled up to the apartments. "I'm ok with that."

Neron was quiet as she told him this. She seemed so happy with her family. She loved them. That much was obvious. "Family is the most precious thing a person can have," he told her upon opening his eyes. "No matter what happens during this, never lose contact with your family. No matter what, they will always be there for. That is the joy of having a family. They are there through the good times and the bad without question."

She turned off the car. "I doubt they will understand all of this though..." she said then got out of the car. She walked to her door and smiled as the pizza guy was waiting for her. She paid him and took the pizza. Going in her apartment, she waited for Neron before shutting the door.

As soon as they got inside Nero began to strip. He took off the shirt she had given him and gently peeled off his bloody shirt. Running his hands over his bloodstained chest, he frowned as he continued to bleed. He sopped up the blood with his shirt while going to the bathroom to get a towel so that he could wash his chest off. "What is it that you ordered again? It smells good."

"Pizza!" she said as she sat it down and followed him to the bathroom. Taking off her shirt then her pants, she threw them on the bathroom floor. Reaching under the sink she grabbed out some bandages and things. Her hands went to his hips and turned him to her. Going to her knees she started cleaning the wounds and wrapping them. "I should invest in more bandages," she said to herself. She was blushing madly, but he had seen her in a bikini before so her bra and panties were like the same.

He tried to resist, but he smiled nonetheless as her hands began to tend to his wounds. His fingers began to dance around her bra straps as he looked at them curiously. "What strange undergarments you have conceived," he smirked. "Though it does flatter your figure nicely and enhances your beauty." He could feel his cheeks flush. She was truly embarrassed now.

She looked up at him from her knees. "Why did you say something like that!?" she groaned. Her body felt hot suddenly. "It's a bra...to keep them up and secured," she then explained and turned back to his wound.

"A bra?" He looked down at her chest and the way that her bra supported her breasts and lifted them up. He chuckled as he realized what she meant. "Well, it seems to do its job wonderfully."

She tried to cover herself. "Stop staring!"

He stopped as his body began to feel...warm. "I do not mean to stare," he told her. "It's just that I find you fascinating." He smiled as he looked at the ground to keep from staring.

She stood as she finished, only inches from his face. "Though I'm flattered...I'm average for girls in this century. I'm sure there were other fascinating girls from your past. Like Elyssa..."

He frowned as she said this. "Perhaps...if I could remember who she was." He closed his eyes and forced another smile to his lips. "But it matters little. Whoever she was, centuries have passed since then." He reached out and brushed hair from her face, stopping when he noticed that she still had blood on her stomach. Taking the rag from her, he knelt down and ran the rag over her flesh to clean it. "You still have blood on you."

Mia quickly stepped away from him, the heat driving her body mad. "I can do it," she said quickly and took the rag. She ran it over her skin, laughing lightly to ease the embarrassment.

He stared at her with a confused expression. His cheeks turning red as he felt something involuntarily start to come to life. Was this because of her? Was she...? "I'm...sorry, if I am causing you any...discomfort," he said slowly, trying to choose his words as carefully as possible.

She laughed again while vigorously rubbing the blood off her and not meeting his eyes. "No, no...I'm good!"