Fallocaust (The Fallocaust Series) (121 page)

“You are his son, right?”

He shook his head. “No.”
I handed him the mirror and gave him a sniffer. “So why are you immortal then?”

Perish took the sniffer and I saw his eyes jerk away from mine. “I’m sorry, I can’t talk about this.” I actually saw him squint and flinch like I would beat him for saying that.

This would be a good time to flaunt my friendliness though I did feel like hitting him. Just because of him being Perish, the fuck who beat and taunted me in Donnely. “That’s alright. We can talk about whatever you want.”

The scientist looked at me and cautiously bent over to do some of the drugs. “Why are you being nice to me, Reaver? I was very mean to you.”
“You’re not a threat to me right now, I know it and you know it,” I said. I watched as his eyes started to water from the sting of the pills. “I have a lot on my mind, with all this and Silas tormenting my boyfriend. I have more important things to worry about than beating my chest in front of you.”

He sniffed his nose and looked at the mirror, he poked the white lines with his finger. “I had hoped Greyson had lied when he said you and Killian were dating and having sex. I guess I was silly to think you weren’t.”
“I said what I had to say to keep him safe,” I said honestly. No need to lie about that. Nothing he could do about it now. “I love him and I will kill anyone who tries to take him away from me.”

Perish sighed. “I was stupid to think someone would love me.”
Oh geez... he really laid it on thick.

“Killian can be your friend, that’s you know... something, right?” I tried to say something supportive but that was all I got. “Killian could use a friend right now. Did you know Silas raped him? He drugged him with ressin and tormented him.” I felt the anger rise inside me, I shifted the mirror back to me to try and extinguish it. I couldn’t blow this, if I freaked out on Perish Killian would be affected, and Perish too. I didn’t want to screw up this transfer of hostages. Soon the crazy fuck would be back in Skyfall and out of our lives. I just hoped Silas would be happy with him and just leave. Maybe I could avoid having to run with Killian.

Perish’s lower lip trembled. “Why didn’t you protect him?”

That nicked my armor. “Silas befriended me, told me his name was Asher. I didn’t know who he was.”
Perish nodded and sighed sadly. “What Silas wants he gets. You would never be able to protect him.”

About a quarter hour later, I heard the door open, we both looked up as Killian walked back into the living room. He paused though when he saw Perish, I think he was still processing it.

“Hi, Killian,” Perish said with a small smile.

Killian went to run back into the bedroom. I got up and grabbed his arm. “He understands, just sit down and do some drugs.” I had just gotten him lucid again, I didn’t want Perish’s re-emergence to further shatter his mind. “He’s not mad at you, he’s just... worn out. I gave him some oxy, and we’re just hanging out. Right?” I looked at Perish.

Perish nodded, he shifted to the end of the couch to make a spot for him. I did another check to make sure he wasn’t shifting near anything dangerous but I had crammed most of my weapons into the bag I found. If needed be I was ready to leave at a seconds notice. Though it was quiet and calm in my basement, it was a rather false calm. I was half expecting Greyson to burst into here telling us we all had to scram.

Killian sat down on the chair by my desk though which I think offended Perish. I couldn’t blame my little boyfriend though, he was pretty much looking at a ghost right now. I wondered if this made him think he was more crazy or less crazy.

“Are we still leaving Aras?” Killian asked, he was looking down at his hands.

“I don’t really know what’s happening anymore,” I said, I turned to Perish. “Do you think he’s going to take you and exchange you for Lycos or is he going to fuck with us some more?”

“Take me and go,” Perish whispered.“I hope.”

Killian visibly un-tensed. “He’ll give us back Leo and go?”

Perish nodded, then his face darkened. “He’ll beat him bloody first, I hope.” He looked up and suddenly paled. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. I’m wishing the same thing,” Killian muttered.

Then under his breath I heard him murmur. “Fucking Skylander prick.”

I wasn’t going to let that go, I looked at Killian. “Spit it out.”

My boyfriend had that caught look to him, he busied himself by bringing out the materials to make quils. Ignoring me completely.

“You always liked Leo,” I said confused.

“Lycos threatened him, he threatened him because he found out who he was,” Perish quipped, he reached over and started petting Biff on the ears.

“Perish!” Killian hissed.

Perish cowered, he picked up the cat and put him on his lap. Almost like he was a protective barrier.

But it wasn’t Perish I was interested in. “What have you been keeping from me?”

Killian picked up some of the green leaves and started placing the shreds into he rolling papers. It looked like he was about to ignore me when he thought better of it. He put them down with a sigh.

“Remember when I told you about those town’s people I massacred with our king? I didn’t want to tell you but I did.”

“You’re going to tell him?” Perish said nervously. “Lycos will kill you.”

Killian stared at him. “What do you know?”

Perish looked at the floor, he petted Biff on the head, scratching my white spotted cat behind the ears. “What... what do you know?” His blue eyes glanced up for a brief moment before they nervously went back to the cat’s head.

“Lycos stole Reaver when he was newborn...” Killian said, I noticed he was fumbling with the brick of heroin again.

“What?” I said so loudly the cat sprung off of Perish. The scientist swore and held his stomach. “How do you know?”

Killian’s hands were a wreck as he tried to steady the lighter. When he spoke his tone sounded like he was choking on something. “The day I walked him out of West Aras. He threatened me, he told me to keep quiet. I had been snooping Reaver, you remember when I found that ball, the clothes and all that?”
I nodded stiffly, I started to feel that pit of nausea in my stomach as he continued.

“I kept snooping and I found a picture of young Leo with baby you. I confronted  him and he put a gun to my head.” Killian looked over at me. “Leo is Lycos Dekker, Reaver. Leo’s a chimera.”

I looked at Perish for confirmation, and with his body language I knew the answer already.

“Perish? Is he?” My voice was hollow.

“I can’t say.”

“Why did he steal Reaver?”

“What?” I said loudly, inside my mind some how told me the louder I talked the less I would have to hear my own racing, confused thoughts. “What are you two fucks talking about? I... I came here when I was two, my parents died.”

Perish wrung his hands, he looked ahead and started fidgeting badly.

“Don’t make me say, don’t make me say.” He looked pleadingly at Killian. “Killian don’t make me, please. He’ll kill you to punish me. He already said he would if I told Reaver.”

I got up, and grabbed my M16.

“Reaver?” Killian’s voice was calm, he didn’t even try and stop me. “Greyson has to tell you everything he knows... you need to talk to him now.”

“I’m planning on it.” I rooted through the bag, grabbed another grenade since I had used my last one, and some explosives. “All of their secrets are going to get us killed.”

Chapter 51

Jade

Jade stifled the moan on his lips, tracing a finger through the boy’s curly blond hair. He put his hands over his head, and slammed a boot on top of the desk in front of them.

Drake jerked up surprised.
Well at least he didn’t bite down.

Jade put his hand on the back of Drake’s head and pushed him back down onto his dick. The sucking sounds resumed, he shifted himself lower onto the chair and closed his eyes.

A moment later he felt the familiar tingling in his spine, the subtle feeling of every hair standing on end.

I wish he would knock first
. But pets never were allowed much privacy. Even when he was being rewarded.

Jade opened an eye and saw his towering silhouette in the doorway.

“Yes?” He once again pushed down on Drake’s head as he lifted it to see who Jade was talking to.

“We will be leaving momentarily with Nero and the twins to meet with Greyson Merrik,” the shadow said in a cold voice that left little room for question.

Jade leaned back on the chair, making Drake have to partially rise from his kneeling position to keep on servicing him. He gave a casual glance at the statuesque man in the door way.

“I’ll have your tea ready, when you get back.”

Jade would say the look that Elish was giving him was icy and authoritative, but it was rare for him to look any different. He had practised fluidity to his overbearing presence that told everyone he was used to putting people in their places with just one look. Jade was no different.

“You will be accompanying me.”

“Meh.” Jade waved him off, he leaned back and closed his eyes.

“Drake, remove yourself from my pet’s body.”

“Aw, come on!” Jade felt the cold air hit his wet dick as Drake obeyed Elish. Jade slammed the chair back down onto four legs.

Elish’s flawless face didn’t change. The cold callousness, and whispers of cruelty still framed it like his flowing golden hair. The only indication that he was displeased with his pet was the slight narrowing of his eyes.

“Put it away, and follow me.”

“I was close!”

Elish’s placid tone did not waver. “Drake, hit him.”

Before he could open his mind to protest he felt the powerful blow in his stomach. The force of it knocked him off of his chair and onto the cold floor below him.

Jade groaned, he hadn’t even had time to brace himself this time. Well it was back to pissing blood. Always in the stomach, or the chest, or a sex organ of his choosing, never the face anymore; his master wanted to keep him beautiful.

He heard a rattling jingle as Elish clicked his chain back onto his collar, then a moment later it became taut. As he stood to his feet he put his now flaccid dick back into his leather pants and obediently followed his master, no more protests left his lips. Elish Dekker was not in the mood for his attitude, and he knew better than to push him.

It had been three years into my slavery with him, I knew when I could push his buttons and I knew when to obey. Our power struggle was for the bedroom and for our private quarters in Skyfall. If I shamed him in front of his brothers he would take my head.

Jade’s dick throbbed in protest as Elish led him down the blue halls to the council room, he had been so close to cumming every part of him felt cheated. He had been looking forward to that blow job. Though his master preferred to keep his pet to himself, he allowed him Drake’s visits when he was busy with other matters.

Now being one of those times. Elish had barely touched him since they had arrived outside of the blacksands. Too busy and stressed from all the news to take Jade, even if he was in dire need of some release. Jade knew his master inside and out by now, and during all of this had been chomping at the bit to release some of his tension.

It was his job after all.

They entered a large room, with walls of half dark blue and half black. The greywastes stretched out in front of them in three large windows.

Jade immediately went to the windows, but stopped when his chain tightened. He got as close as he could, and felt the breath catch in his throat.

Trees so black they looked charred littered the canvas of painted grey. Spread out in every direction, most dead, but some still clutching to life in the form of spindled branches stretching out to the sun in silent desperation.

He could see the white dusts of ash rimming the trunks like snow drifts. Coating the bark like fingers dipped in cocaine, even the darkest black was touched with grey.

How different from Skyfall. Who would ever live here instead?

People who were free.

Jade felt his chain pull him back. He looked behind him and saw the burrowing eyes of Elish. He knew what his master was thinking. There were times when Jade had fantasized about being free in the greywastes, but flirting with that old notion filled him with a different feeling now. He wouldn’t have lasted a second beyond the island, he had been here with Elish more than a few times and he knew the ferocity of the wasteland.

The Moros slums would cut your throat with out regard, just the same as the greywastes, but that was a different game entirely. Where street savvy and a slum taught arrogance won you respect amongst your fellow Morosians. In the wild greywastes those skills offered little in the ways of survival.

Jade moved a few steps backwards and stood several inches behind Elish. The distance between them saying more in that second than his own lofty comebacks ever could. He was a pet behind his master, though the inner agony that had once caused him had been crippled for some time now. He accepted his place, and in the throws of the passions they shared at night, he even thanked him for it.

Though compared to the wasters, they were more alike then they had ever been.

He had never seen such a sorry excuse for people. A people who were one geigerchip away from being ravers. Thin, tallow faced arians with dirty brown clothes stained with oil and sweat. The best of them smelling of ash and wood fire, the worst like body odor and rotting blood.

Jade resolved in his heart the fact that he knew he would never survive in that wasteland. Perhaps when he was a young, arrogant boy, more green than a blade of grass he could’ve seen himself going forth; but now he was older. Almost nineteen. He knew his limits and he picked his battles.

“Elish.”

Jade turned around towards the familiar voice and dropped to one knee in submission. He lowered his head to the ground, but kept his eyes raised towards him. As he was taught. There were rules he broke readily, most of which Elish turned a cheek to, but this was one he had learned early on.