Chapter 3
Brandon's legs ate up wood as he tore across the sparring room. He couldn't hear Lander but he could sense him. Feel his green sharp eyes on Brandon's back.
Though Brandon still had to hold the energy down that burned inside of his core. He didn't focus on it to much because it was slowly dissipating. Physical exercise had always helped keep his powers at bay and as he moved it becomes less and less of a struggle to hold the energy inside of him down. But on the other side of it also fed his movement, making him not only stronger but faster.
Though his feet were moving Brandon's mind was far from blank. He had no idea what he was going to do. Yet. He may have been fast and fit from months of journeying, but that would only get him so far against a power house like Lander.
What now? Brandon wondered to himself. Distance between them was good, but could he maintain that distance?
He may have been mortal, but he was capable of so much more then any mortal. And yet this fight had rules. No lethal weapons. Or Cheap shots. So what were his other options?
Brandon wasn't accustomed to praising himself though he had always believed that he was intelligent. It was the only kind thing that he actually thought about himself.
The only thing about himself that he could believe. He knew that he was smart. Really smart. That was probably the only reason he had managed to run away from the Ghouls and his other problems for so long. He just had to use his brains.
"Think." Brandon whispered to himself. He pumped his legs moving fluidly, like a breeze across a field of grass. He quickly headed towards the back of the room towards the Emergency Exit door, and the weapon table that he had seen when he had first walked into the sparing room.
Lander whooped behind him, making Brandon's heart jump in surprise. Landers longer legs were easily gaining ground on Brandon's slightly shorter ones. "Hey candy pantsI think your gonna have to run a little bit faster. ?" He taunted misreading Brandon's intentions.
Ignoring him, Brandon neared the table. And as he closed the gap he spotted and discarded various items with his mind. Things that he could use to attack Lander, but with Lander on his back like a hound he would never have time to grab. In seconds Brandon realized that he wouldn't be able to pick up any particular weapon properly and turn around to attack with it, before Lander had him pinned up and on the ground.
He had to slow him down. So with an idea of his victory forming in his head, Brandon reached down into his center and let the barest amount of energy pour into his legs. He let the Flame run down his legs. And just like that He ran past the weapons table and towards the back wall and even though he knew he was coming to a dead end he ran even harder.
Lander closed in on him, just as Brandon came to the wall, but he didn't stop. He simply lifted one foot then his other foot and his other one, until he was running completely vertical strait up the wall.
His momentum and balance and the extra energy that he let out, carried him further up then he could believed before gravity began to work its magic. Brandon kicked back and off the wall, balled up over his feet and plunged down to the ground. All of this happened in a matter of seconds. So Lander didn't have enough time to move, or jump back, as Brandon landed behind him, and finally attacked.
Using Landers own momentum against him Brandon pushed him hard and slammed his head and face right into the concert wall. Then while Lander was slightly hazed he hooked his hands on the left side Landers neck, kicked his right knee forward and pulled to the side. Lander collided with the wooden ground hard enough to break a normal mans skull, his head bouncing off the wood.
After that Brandon backed off. And knowing that he had only brought himself a few seconds Brandon regained his footing turned and ran to the weapons table.
Think! Think!
Landers snarl and the smell of his sweat were Brandon's only warning.
There! I can use those!
Knowing that he only had one chance to make this work, Brandon slammed his hands down onto the only item that could save him now, just as Landers arm closed around his wind pipe.
"That fucking hurt!" Lander roared
Instead of fighting the hold Brandon brought up the silver hand cuffs he had acquired and snapped them onto his right wrist. Lander growled as the cold metal touched him and locked into place, then Brandon took that moment to kick up off the floor.
The Crown of his head connected with Landers mouth. Pain radiated in a wave down Brandon's back in a sharp stab, but instantly he knew that Lander was in way more hurt then he was as he howled curses.
Instantly Landers hold weakened allowing Brandon to slip down to the ground, sliding out of the choke hold with some difficulty.
Then Brandon kicked back into Landers shin throwing Lander off balance. Finally Brandon heaved on the cuffs as hard as he could and pushed up and forward with his back. Lander was pulled forward across his arched back and slammed hard into the wood at Brandon's feet a second time. But before he could move this time Brandon closed the cuffs around the leg of the table and moved away. His chest was heaving as he put more than a healthy amount of space between them. And waited to see if he had indeed made the right choice.
Lander who was clutching his head where it had connected fully and painfully with the wooden floor snarled at him from the ground as he turned a hot green glare on Brandon. "Son of a Bitch!" he swore to himself.
With supernatural speed, he rolled over and tried to lunge at Brandon as he backed away, the snarl of a leopard tearing the air apart, but the table's leg wouldn't budge and instead jerked him back an inch off the mark.
The table had been welded to the ground. Something Brandon hadn't failed to notice when he had chosen the table as the place to lock the cuffs up to.
The most Lander could do was slowly stand up and rattle the cuffs in agitation. He glared at the table for a good moment before he finally looked up at Brandon again and...Smiled.
"Damn you're fast...." Lander said offering a random compliment, before he was pulling on the cuffs one more time. The metal bit into his wrist and the scent of his blood tickled Brandon's nose, but the smell of Landers blood didn't have the same effect on him that Ezekiels had. No surge of energy, no heightened awareness. Only Ezekiels essence whether it be blood or scent affected him that way.
The table groaned in protest as Lander stressed the leg as hard as he could. Until one of the weaker bolts slid up and out of place, but still the table's leg, held by three more bolts, didn't quite give in. "Dammit!" Lander barked looking up. "This is fucking cheating! I want a rematch!!" hissed, looking past Brandon and towards his brothers.
Suddenly Walter deep voice called out.
"Victory! To the 1st combatant!"
Suddenly realizing that he was victorious Brandon scoffed, bowed to Lander in a condescending manner and still panting for air, he threw up his arms and yelled in triumph.
"Candy Pants Wins!!!!"
Chapter 4Victory can be its own bitter defeat.-Unknown"Hell yeah! WOOOOOHO!!" Nate suddenly howled like the Wolf that he was from across the mats.Brandon turned his way as he shouted and then Brandon smiled as he watched Nate running across the room towards him and for a moment Brandon had to shake the crazy image he had of a large grey wolf, tongue lolling out of its mouth running right for him.Walter and Ezekiel weren't far behind. Nate jumped into the air just before he got close and Brandon laughed as he watched him clear five feet of air effortlessly. He skidded to a stop next to Brandon and gave him a very enthusiastic punch in the arm that made Brandon stumble to the side.Nate smiled at him in apology as Brandon rubbed away the pain, then he watched as Nate walked over to his table bound brother. Careful not to get within his reach, Nate preceded to taunt him."Wow its 2 and 0 for you today Lander. First Walter and now....?" Nate laughed at him heartily. "Candy pants rule
Chapter 5Brandon watched the door close behind the three Guardians and took a deep breath.He wasn't particularly hungry, but for now he wasn't even remotely ready to retire back into his solitary room. Honestly too bored to resign himself to another twelve hours of solitary confinement Brandon went to follow them, but he had only taken a few steps before he was wishing that the sound of food didn't sound completely repulsive.During the course of the last few minutes his inner battle had take a turn for the worse. Brandon realized that using a small amount of energy after only a few days of rest may not have been the best idea. Brandon put his arms across his stomach and closed his eyes as pain flashed down from his skull and settled in the pit of his core.Brandon was so caught off guard by the sickness rising that he forgot not everyone had left the sparing room."Brandon?" Ezekiel said to him. He was a few feet away about to follow his brother stoop the kitchen , but he had caugh
Brandon pushed his power down and tried to focus.He swallowed as more nausea rose as the small flame inside of him was denied a meal. With the sickness came pure hot agitation. “I’m telling you everything, but you won’t listen to me, Ezekiel!” He said elbowing Ezekiel in his chest as hard as he could.Ezekiel growled and released him quickly, before Brandon could hit him again. Pivoting on his heel Brandon turned to him so that his back was to the wall. He glared at the beast trembling openly.“I’m not going to confess anything to you.....So STOP interrogating me at every turn! I didn’t ask to be here! I just want to be left alone!”Ezekiel, easily unconvinced, smiled at him darkly. He stepped forward and leaned in crowding him. He put his arms on the wall boxing Brandon in. Brandon turned his head away as Ezekiel drew into him or his face would have been inches from Ezekiels.Ezekiel didn’t speak for a moment and even though Brandon couldn’t see his face he could feel Ezekiels eyes
Ezekiel followed Brandon out of the sparing room moments after he ran out, but he was unnervingly fast. It was odd that Brandon’s speed hadn’t disturbed him until now, but even when they had first meet Ezekiel realized that he should have noticed that the man moved more like a beast....and not a mortal.Brandon was somehow already cresting the stairs, before Ezekiel had even touched the first one and by time he had made it to Brandon’s door it was closed. Panting slightly Ezekiel stopped and hesitated. He should have knocked, but something told him that something....was amiss. That Brandon was hurt.He felt it all around him, he sensed a strange residue on his soul.Something Powerful. Something....unnatural. Dangerous. Wrong.It had wafted around Brandon for a second like an invisible blanket.Then he had felt it again. Something he had been sure had only been a figment of his fevered dreams at night. Power so raw, so sweet, so familiar and amazing that his body nearly trembled. He h
It was disorienting to wake up...and be floating in mid-air....over a giant bottomless rocky chasm.The sun, a beautiful russet of rose and orange glowed from behind the peaks of the mountains and the valleys and the clouds of billowing smoke.Wait....I’m dreaming....And just like that Brandon heard the men shouting at each other below him.One of the men was Brandon. But the Brandon of his dreams, was garbed in a bright white and long silken robe that seemed to exude power. Eshowe a prestige and beauty that was almost mesmerizing. This Brandon had hair that was short and cropped, he spoke with a strange dialect....and was dripping in blood and wielded a long blade in his hand that was smeared in fresh gore.Across from the Brandon of his dreams...there stood one of the most beautiful men that Brandon had ever seen.This man was Kail. He screamed at Brandon. His face stretched into various expressions. From agony, to rage....to hatred. Kail was and had been a part of Brandon’s life f
Instead the Brandon of his dream, took the blade in his own hand and laughed. His voice cracked on a sob as the metal clanged across the mountain top. He dropped to his knees having disarmed himself. “They are all dead Kail. I just....felt the last of them die.....Now I guess peace will rain....Come brother.... you can finish the slaughter.” The phantom Brandon sobbed.A sharp knife of agony split Brandon’s heart apart as he watched the dream phantom of himself scream and claw the earth.“WHY!! Why did you do this to us?” Kail’s blade clanged into the earth...and with a broken scream he collapsed into the mountains soil. Kail put a hand to his head and bowed down as if he were in agony. “My people.....My Clan....Their sorrow is unimaginable. We never wanted to betray our own...!” Kail said.But Brandon’s dream phantom simply laughed. “They couldn’t allow Acaris to fall into our hands.” He said. “They needed it to rule the world, but with our deaths.....I know you will stand against th
Chapter 10Waking up was unnaturally instant...as if Brandon’s body was simply tired of rest and demanded he awaken and give it stimulation outside of sleep.Unfortunately Brandon awoke to fairly calm and demure surroundings, leaving him feeling like he was floating in his own inertia.The room was wide, if not terribly long. The spacious cot that Brandon happened to be lying in the middle of gave him an immediate and complete view of the room before him that was only filled with a few coffee tables, rugs, and long counter tops to the far left of the room that held a number of tall jars filled with spices, and tools and cotton balls.The room had the intense feeling of a hospital or clinic, as the overly sparse surroundings and cool tile floor held a small hint of chemicals.A pair of doors to the far right seemed to lead into other parts of the unfamiliar building and not a second after his eyes fell on them, then one of the doors to the further left opened and Ezekiel started to ste
Chapter 11Brandon was completely at the mercy of the beast and a part of him melted into the bliss and passion.Locking both of Brandon’s wrists in one of his large palms, Ezekiel freed up one of his hands. And with gentle hunger, his fingertips skimmed against Brandon’s nipples making him whimper as hot waves of pleasure shot down between his legs. Ezekiel softly caressing the hard nubs before his palm slid down Brandons belly massaging the rippling muscles along Brandons lower torso, the gentle brush of Ezekiels fingertips across the front of his cock sent electricity across his skin.Brandon fought the urge to arch up into the caress. Instead he snatched away from Ezekiels kiss and tried to buck the Guardian off of him. But all he did was make Ezekiel hiss and tighten his hold. “Ezekiel stop it! What are you going to do? Rape the answer out of me? Please stop! Please! Your hurting me!!” Brandon shouted at him in anger and with a smidge of fear. The darkness of another’s hands on h