Date: Saturday, July 3, 1999 2:12 PM
The Wages of War <part two>
Hurry, hurry.. he grabbed hand full of paper-towels , wiping frantically to get the smaller slivers and cookie crumbs up. Bright red swirls trailed over the floor in lazy arcs as he moved back and forth. He whimpered again, going to throw the mess away, repacking the trash, and ran to the sink. A dark jolt of pain rocked him as the water splashed over the wounds - he scrubbed his hands, clenching his teeth to keep from crying out.
Hurry.. Hurry!!! The sound of his father rising from his chair reached his ears and he grabbed the sponge, wetting it frantically, then ran over to the reddish mess on the floor, skidding in his haste. He fell again, banging his jaw and the world grayed for a moment, then came rushing back as if through a wind tunnel. Blood was running down the back of his throat now, and he gagged, not caring, no time.
Got to hurry.. Hunts was coming.. He wiped the stain with fingers trembling in fear, using his shirt to dry the wet spot. He ran back to the sink, shutting off the water and stuffed the sponge down under the trash as well, just as the door swung open, blinding him.
Hunts towered over him, eyes blazing coldly from either side of his muzzle. "LIAR!!!!"
Nicky backed from his rage, throwing his hands in front of his face, screaming, over and over: "I didn't mean to.. I didn't mean to.."
Whimpering uncontrollably, he hid his shredded fingers between his legs, backing away, shaking his head from side to side.
"Niko LIE! Speak with Wyrm tongue! Ape! Ape! Speak with voice between his legs! Dirty.. filthy.. fucking.. monkey!"
Niko looked down at himself; he was in Homid, naked, cringing from Hunts wrath, his fingers curled in his lap, cradling the Wyrm. He choked in humiliation and fear, dropping his hands as his eyes scanned the disgusted, reproachful faces of the pack.
"No..," he whispered.
Release me..
Mir cawed with laughter. The Silent Strider turned her back on him, Anubis in a trench coat. Shadowed-Hunter held Vanessa in his arms, shielding her face from Niko, a revolted sneer on his face. Mouse glanced at him sadly, as if he'd let her down somehow. She turned her face questioningly up to look at Ractamo, who glared at him coldly.
Great, silent sobs wracked his body, and he turned his face away, battling the fury he felt building in his mind.
His form reflected his anger and confusion; he stood in front of them in Crinos, panting, claws flexing with his fists.
"It is not wrong to love!"
..never to happen again, unless I am released from my promise...