SEALing The Victory

by B. Angelica Ellmoor

  “I don’t know. All I know is that your brother is wrong. The magical community is a good place. The people who live there are good people. They do not deserve this. They do not deserve to be killed. They went into hiding in the hopes that one day we might live peacefully among the humans. That is all we have ever wanted.”

  “I don’t know what to do,” George said. His voice sounded distant coming from his mouth, but that didn’t surprise Sam because George’s eyes had totally spaced out. Sam wondered what George was thinking about. He wondered what choice George would make at the end of his thought process.

  “You should do the right thing,” Sam said as he gently tried to push George into the right direction. “If you stop this now, if you go back to our people and explain what happened then they will welcome you home. There is no reason why you should be living like this. You have done nothing wrong and I will vouch for you,” Sam reassured him.

  “You’d vouch for me after I kidnapped you?” George asked with a look of disbelief. “You’d vouch for me after I’ve been drugging your sister to comply with the will of my brother?”

  Sam had to swallow hard at the mention of his sister. He knew that George wasn’t an innocent party in what had happened, but he also knew that he’d been manipulated into it. “Yes, I will vouch for you. It isn’t because you have done no wrong though, it’s because you’re going to show me that you know what’s right,” Sam said deeply. “You need to set me free from these chains. You need to let me find my sister and in return, I will ensure that you have a place in the forest with us.”

  “What will happen to my brother?” George asked reluctantly.

  Sam thought about his answer. He knew the easiest and probably safest option was to lie, but he didn’t feel as though that was the right thing to do. He was trying to gain George’s trust and that meant that he had to be truthful. “I’m going to kill him,” Sam said in an even voice.

  George didn’t look surprised with Sam’s answer. “Is there no other way?” He asked.

  “Do you think that you’d be able to make your brother stop what he’s doing?” Sam asked him.

  “I doubt it,” George admitted.

  “Then it must be done for the safety of our people,” Sam said and he could feel his look turn grave with seriousness. “I’m sorry, I know it must be hard for you to hear, but your brother has done this to himself. Your brother is the boy who slaughtered an entire village and tried to frame somebody else for it. Ultimately your brother is the reason that your mother and father died when you were so young. If he hadn’t committed the crime, then you would have all been welcome to say.”

  “I know,” George said. “I know that it must be done, but that doesn’t make this any easier. He is still my brother. I will always love him. That is not a choice that I get to make.”

  Sam nodded. He could tell that George had accepted what had to be done. “Will you release me please?” He asked him, as he lifted hands[ac72], so that George would be able to reach the locks that were keeping him in place.

  “Yes,” George said with a sharp nod. He leant forward and pulled out a set of keys from his pocket, before he placed one of them into the lock. A click rang out in the room and Sam felt the pressure release from his wrists. He waited for George to unfasten the chains around his ankles and then he swung himself off the bed so that he could stretch.

  “Thank you,” Sam said when he’d clicked and cracked every bone in his body. He could feel the baby starting to move again in his stomach, as the blood started to flow properly around his body. “Now, where is my sister?”

  “I’ll take you to her,” George said, as he stood up quickly.

  Their eyes met for a moment. Sam could feel George starting to explore his eyes, as they stood looking at each other. He wondered what it was that George was trying to find. “It’s going to be okay,” he said eventually when George had turned to look at the door.

  “Maybe,” George said, as he unlocked the white door that had been keeping Sam from the outside world.

  “Hey,” Sam said as he reached forward and grabbed George’s arm. George froze under his touch. Sam could feel a strange tingling sensation rush over his body, as George’s hot skin burnt through the fire that was already living within Sam. Sam knew the feeling. Sam had felt it before with his wife. George and he had spent too much time together and now their bond was getting stronger. “It’s going to be alright,” he said to George whose cheeks had started to burn pink.

  ******

  Sam tried to ignore what his brain knew. He tried to ignore the fact that George and he had bonded to such a deep level in such a short time. He’d heard about things like this though. He’d heard about people who fell for their captors. He’d just never really understood it before. Not that he even really understood it now that it was happening. His only comfort was the knowledge that sometimes magical beings couldn’t help it. Sometimes their magic mixed so well that a bond formed without either of them having any say it in.

  He watched George walk cautiously into the hallway that led on from the white door, before he followed him out into the large space. The hallway wasn’t white like Sam had been expecting it to be. Instead, it was covered in aging brown wallpaper that was peeling down from the corners of the tall walls. “What is this place?” Sam asked, as he caught up with George who’d turned a corner quickly and without notice.

  “It’s an old town house that my brother found. We’ve been squatting here for years,” George explained quietly. He walked another few feet down the hallway and then he stopped outside another large white door. “We converted some of the rooms, when we realized what our quest needed of us,” he explained, as he pulled out his ring of keys and placed one of them into the locking system.

  The familiar sound the locks being undone started to play through the hallway. Sam stood back from the door. He wasn’t sure what to expect. He watched as George pushed he door open. The room looked the safe as the one he’d been in, except it was his sister that was tied down to the bed.

  Sam walked into the room quickly. His mind was blank of all thoughts. His brain was only able to process what his eyes were showing him. It was his sister. He could tell from her long red hair and pretty little features, but she looked different. She looked wild. “Lucy?” He managed to say quietly, even though his mind felt blank.

  “Sam, we’ve got to kill them,” Lucy said frantically, as her eyes focused in on her brother. “We need to kill them all brother. We have to purify the earth. We have to get rid of all the dirty blood,” she ranted on in a deranged kind of way.

  “I thought you said that she was okay?” Sam asked, as he turned quickly to George who was pushing himself up against the wall of the room.

  “She is, she’s just messed up with all the drugs,” George tried to explain.

  “What have you done to her?” Sam demanded to know.

  “I promise you she will be fine,” George said frantically. “She just needs a few hours off the drugs to come around. She’s dazed and confused right now.”

  “Will she be safe to take back to the woodland?”

  “Not in the state she’s in, she’s going to need some time to come round,” George explained.

  “Okay, we need to get out of here[ac73]. Give me the keys, so that I can free her,” Sam said, as he reached over to George. He felt the cold hit of metal on his skin, as George passed him the key and he walked over to his sister, so that he could free her. “Don’t worry Lucy; everything is going to be fine. We’re going to get you through this,” he whispered, as he pulled the straps away from her wrists and tried to ignore the dirty purple bruising that he could see. “How do we get out?” He asked, as he turned his attention back to George.

  “We need to go this way,” George said, as he exited the room and started to walk down the hallway quickly.

  Sam followed him with Lucy thrown over his shoulder. He could feel her struggling under his grasp, but in her drugged up state she was wea
k and he was easily able to contain her. They all stopped in front of a door that had a small crack from which daylight was breaking through.

  “I don’t have the key for this one,” George said, as he looked around the hallway. “My brother keeps it.”

  “Then we must go and find your brother,” Sam said, as he put Lucy gently down on the ground next to the door.

  “He will be in the office,” George said, but he didn’t move.

  “Are you not going to come with me?” Sam asked him.

  “I think someone should keep watch over your sister,” George said, as he tried to make himself sound less scared and more thoughtful than he really was.

  “Okay, where is the office then?” Sam asked him because he wasn’t going to push George into watching his brother die.

  “It’s that way,” George said, as he pointed back down the hallway and gestured for Sam to take a right.

  Sam didn’t say anything he just nodded and turned on his heels. He could feel great waves of anxiety washing over him, as he approached the door to the office. He could hear George’s brother moving around in the room. He softened his footsteps, so that he wouldn’t be heard, as he pushed the door open. “I’m going to give you a choice,” Sam said, before George’s brother had a chance to react. “You can either stop all of this now or I’m going to have to kill you.”

  “You think that you can kill me? Do you have any idea of who I am or even what I am?” George’s brother almost crowed at Sam.

  “I know who you are and I know what you did, and so does your brother.”

  “You know nothing,” George’s brother exploded in a fit of rage.

  Sam could see what was happening. He could see the bones starting to shift under the guy’s skin, as he started to transform. Sam didn’t waste any time. He’d been waiting too long for an excuse to spread his wings and now it was his chance. He closed his eyes and felt as his body started to change from the inside. He could feel himself growing bigger. He could feel his breath getting hotter as flames erupted from his mouth.

  He opened his eyes and found himself staring at a panther. He would have laughed if he’d have been able to. He looked down at the wild cat, which had been George’s brother. He could feel himself getting torn as to what to do. He knew there was only one real choice. He knew he had to destroy the brother, before the brother had a chance to destroy everything in the world that was magical, but that didn’t take away from the fact that it would mean that Sam had to take a life.

  He looked down at the cat and then he closed his eyes. He didn’t want to watch. He opened his mouth and let the hot flames flicker off the end of his tongue. The smell of burning meat told him that his job was done and he slowly started to shrink, until he was standing back on his two human form legs.

  He found the set of keys in a drawer that was pushed up against the back wall of the office. He could hear the structure of the building starting to groan loudly from the pressure that his huge form had put on it. He rushed out of the room and back to his sister and George who were still waiting for him in the hallway. “It is done,” Sam said, with a quick nod of his head.

  ******

  They stopped at a quiet motel, so that Lucy could sleep of the drugs. George had explained that a night away from them should be enough, but she was unsafe until then to be around anybody but her brother. Sam made sure that Lucy was resting comfortable before he found his anxious feet taking him to the room next door.

  He knocked once and found that George answered almost straight away. “I’m sorry that I’ve come over so late,” Sam said as he walked into the darkened room. “It’s just, I don’t know. I mean you felt it too right? We’ve bonded.”

  “I felt it,” George nodded.

  “Then it’s okay if I do this,” Sam said, as he strode over and kissed George roughly. He felt George pulling away from his kiss at first, but then he could feel George kissing him back with a hunger that couldn’t be denied by either of them.

  Sam didn’t waste any time. He pulled away George’s shirt and pulled his lips across his tight chest and defined abs, before his tongue reached the line of his jeans. He let his eyes linger up, so that they would meet George’s in the darkness, as his hands pulled down the zipper of George’s jeans.

  He slid George’s jeans down, so that they were at his ankles and then he brought his face over to the hardness that was throbbing with anticipation. He opened his mouth and took it all in. He could feel the heat burning off George as he slid his tongue down his hard shaft. He could hear George’s breathing starting to get heavy, as Sam picked his pace.

  He let George get almost all the way there. He could hear his frantic heartbeat, as he tried to calm himself down. Sam pulled away from George’s dick and turned him around. He quickly unfastened his own pants, before he bent George over the small table and started to fuck him hard. He could feel all the stress from the last few days pouring away, as his whole body tingled with satisfaction.

  *******

  The bright summer’s sun was filling the sky when Sam finally opened his eyes. He’d fallen asleep beside George, but he was nowhere to be seen. Sam sat up and looked around the room, but George’s clothes were gone. He pushed himself out of bed and walked over to the small, dirty window that looked out into what George had called the parking lot. There was nothing to be seen and he returned his eyes back to the room to find a small piece of paper on the table.

  He read the small and almost illegible handwriting. It was from George. He had left during the night. Sam put the paper down on the table and considered going after him, but his gut told him that it would be the wrong thing to do. George had decided to go out into the world alone and bringing someone back with him that he had bonded with would only cause complications between Sam and his wife.

  He sighed as he realized that he would probably never see George again and then he went to go check on his sister. She was up and she looked more alert than she had the night before. She smiled when Sam walked into the room and he smiled back at her in relief when he saw the crazed look had left her eyes. “I think I’m ready to go home brother,” his sister said, as she stood up from the edge of the bed and walked over to him.

  “Then I think it’s about time that we went back,” Sam said as he realized that he was actually looking forward to going back to the woodland.

  “Do you think that this will mean that we can live among the humans now?” Lucy asked, as they walked slowly away from the motel.

  “I doubt it,” Sam answered honestly, “but I’m not sure that’s such a bad thing anyway.”

  *****

  THE END

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  Southside orphanage wasn’t in any town or city. It had been purposely built to house troubled children, miles away from anyone or anything, so that those kids wouldn’t have anywhere to run. It was surrounded by more than ten miles of savage woodland, which would over the years become a sanctuary to the children who would look to it to hide from the nightmares that stalked them in their waking hours.

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