Silent Ground Part 2

by Quil Carter

  Laughter followed.

  Rob’s laughter.

  “Trying to call Sterling and Nikolai for help? You do know they’ve been working for me, right? Did you really think Nik would betray me?” Rob’s taunting voice could be heard, followed by the sounds of a fist hitting skin. “It’s still him. Keep fucking him until he’s not.”

  Until he’s not?

  Oh fuck. Sasha began to struggle, trying desperately to rid himself of the binds on his wrists and legs. That’s what Rob’s doing? That’s why he fucking has Kheva?

  He’s going to do to Kheva, what Kheva did to Rob.

  Oh fuck. FUCK! Sasha threw himself into Silent Ground and desperately tried to pick up where Kheva had left off. Sterling and Nik had to be around there somewhere, they couldn’t be far. Fuck, but what if Caelum was right and they were working for…

  Sasha’s heart fell when he remembered back weeks ago, that sensation of betrayal buried deep inside of Nik’s subconscious.

  Nik was working for Caelum.

  Was there any one else? Did Kheva have any more friends?

  The only thing that Sasha knew for sure, was that Kheva had a lot of enemies, more than the men in this house.

  Kheva screamed again, his agonizing tones sinking deep into the root of Sasha’s soul. He tried his best not to get distracted by them, and continued to branch out and search.

  His range was bad. Fuck, he knew it was bad. But he was strong, Kheva had fucking made him strong.

  Kheva had trained him. It might’ve been a horrific experience, but the ends justified the means. Sasha was no longer alone, depressed, misunderstood, and cutting himself out of desperation. Not only that, his social anxiety had been squashed, and he was happy with himself––proud of himself.

  All because of that man, a man who Sasha not only respected, but also loved.

  Fucking loved desperately.

  Sasha looked around the never-ending expanse of dim beacons, franticly searching for that brilliant orb, the needle inside of the haystack.

  Then, out of nowhere, Sasha was struck across the face. His mind pulled back, and his eyes flew open as the pain flared, and he looked up to see Caelum glaring down at him, Nate hovering in the doorway.

  “Doing some peeky-weeky, are we?” he said, the right side of his face scrunched from a half-smile. “You think I can’t feel your little mind-snakes reaching out to go find some nightcrawler scum to help you?” Caelum leaned down. “You’re staying right here, Sasha-my-man. You guys have been bad. Gavin, not to mention the others. They were our friends, you see. So, we need to punish our little Russian rejects. Especially the one who seems to have this handy little Dead Zone. You don’t remember at all what Daddy may have done to you?”

  Sasha glared up at him. “I don’t remember my early childhood.”

  Caelum chuckled. “You’re lucky then,” he said through his rolling chuckles. “They deliberately gave you boys to fucked up people, for the sole reason of using your misery to make you stronger. Then one day, when the time is right… they’ll come for you.”

  Sasha didn’t break his gaze, if anything, his hostile glare intensified. “Your boyfriend is right… you really should go fuck yourself.”

  Caelum laughed merrily at this, then, with the jovial noise still coming from his lips, he punched Sasha in the head.

  A strobe light of images flashed in front of Sasha’s eyes, hot pulses of light that made the lingering pain in the back of his head worse. Then, Sasha was grabbed by the binds around his wrist and was pulled out of the dark bedroom.

  Sasha saw Nate behind him, glaring down Sasha with a look of hatred the weak little shit never had when in the presence of Jobe or Lex. The feeling was mutual however, and as Caelum dragged Sasha into the next bedroom, Sasha went back into his head, and with a satisfied smirk, disrupted the pathetic light that was Nate’s beacon.

  Nate screamed and landed on the carpet, writhing and twisting around as the horrific assault electrocuted his brain. Sasha was allowed one fleeting smug smile, before Rob came out of nowhere and punched him in the jaw with his good arm.

  Then darkness, and the unique aroma of blood, sex, and agony. It was then, and only then, that Sasha realized just where he was––and what could very well be about to happen.

  However, even though terror was gripping him, his thoughts first went to Kheva. He wanted to see Kheva.

  Sasha was thrown onto the bed. He bounced twice, the room spinning and his face a pulse of pain, but Sasha shoved the pain back and instead looked to his side, to a dark huddled mass in the middle of the bed.

  Hands grabbed him on all sides, and after hastily untying him, they began to rip off his clothes. But even with this terror happening around him, still Sasha’s eyes were on the crumpled heap that looked to be trying to make himself appear as small as possible. It was dark, but Sasha could see a slight glimmer of light reflecting against Kheva’s open eyes.

  Wide open, staring off, full of nothing, but at the same time, overflowing with shell-shocked terror.

  “Kheva?” Sasha whispered. He reached a hand out and rested it against Kheva’s face. It was hot and clammy, plus rough from what Sasha knew was dried blood. “Baby?”

  Sasha grunted when one of them grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked his head back. Sasha then realized he was now naked from the waist down; the only article of clothing on him a blue t-shirt.

  There was no taunting, no more punches delivered to his head or face, what happened next was quick, forceful, a hot brand being shoved inside a small hole, without care of proper direction.

  Sasha screamed, the hand resting on the side of Kheva’s cheek clenching. He attempted to pull himself up further on the bed, shift to his knees to get away from the agonizing pain, but all he did was allow more room for whoever was behind him to push themselves in deeper.

  And they did.

  Or Rob did anyway. The man standing behind laughed his obnoxious, rolling laugh and began to pound himself into Sasha, his clenched hand still yanking back Sasha’s head to the point where Sasha was afraid his own neck would break.

  “Want to make it just like old times?” Sasha heard Caelum say, then his voice was raised. “Rip him! Rip him! Rip him!” Johan, then the auburn-haired one who had an accent, even Nate, joined into the taunting chorus––and the last to be added, was Kheva’s strangled gasp, followed by a low groan.

  Caelum moaned. “Oh, fuck. It’s so nice fucking these top-only boys. They’re always just––” Caelum gave several sequenced grunts, one after the other. “––so fucking tight!”

  “Or he was anyway… now he’s just used up and full of cum. Just like growing up, eh, Gabey? Did they teach you how to suck cock good there? Did they have some sort of sex-traffic school for little shitfucks like you?” Caelum leaned over and slapped Kheva’s head. “I find it so funny that those Russian scientists deliberately gave you retards to the most horrible, fucked up people they could find, right? Gotta make you all big and strong!” Caelum leaned his upper-half back, and with a satisfying loud moan, began to lay hard thrusts into his victim.

  Sasha, the pain behind him bringing out involuntary gasps and cries, looked back to Kheva. The Master was still, there was no change in the shell-shocked expression that Sasha had originally seen on his face.

  “Look how fucking weak they get when they don’t drink,” Caelum laughed as his hips pumped. “First gen doesn’t need blood and cum. Did you know that, Sash? You little nightcrawlers are absolutely useless when you haven’t vampired-it-up. You’re so easy to subdue, it’s pathetic.”

  “And of course, don’t try to bite each other once we’re done with you.” Rob yanked Sasha’s hair back, then leaned down to growl into his ear. “We’ll know, and if you do it… I’ll drag little kid Gabriel to the surface and you can listen to me fuck him.”

  They took their turns. Rob came, Caelum followed, then the two of them switched off. Many times, Sasha tried to retreat to his quiet room, his Silent Ground, but
every time he tried to flee, Rob pulled him back into reality with a cackled laugh, and the thrusts laid in harder.

  Caelum fucked him, Rob’s cum a small solace since it added lubricant. Then to Sasha’s disdain, they called Nate over, and soon Sasha felt the penetration of a smaller cock, followed by enthusiastic thrusts and higher-toned groans.

  Sasha’s teeth clenched. The pain was gone now at least, the feeling reduced to numb pressure and impact. It was a small comfort however, the fact that Nate was inside of him was enraging.

  It was disgusting, not right, all of this was sick.

  And yet, there was nothing he could do. Sasha was helpless, his nightcrawler abilities non-existent with Rob near him. He was just beginning to get his confidence back, to feel like he was something, but now, once again he’d been reduced to a sex toy––and not one owned by his Master.

  I can’t fucking bear this. But even though I’m fucking angry, my mind in a desperate state, there will be no triumphant comeback; some explosion of nightcrawler power to free me from this fucked up prison. They’re stronger than me, stronger than Kheva, and we’re helpless, useless, defenceless.

  “Rip him! Rip him! Rip him!”

  All he could do was scream, so that’s what Sasha did.

  He screamed.

  Then, it was over. Nate came, Rob came inside of Kheva, and after what seemed like hours, the group of men left Sasha and Kheva alone in the bedroom; their departure announced by a single click of the door latching.

  It was silence after that. Silence, and their laboured breathing as they gasped for air, and bled onto the sheets.

  Now two crumpled heaps.

  Sasha’s body was numb, and though his shocked mind hadn’t remembered the pain yet, his entire frame was still throbbing. He felt filthy, a cum rag used and tossed away, but his own discomfort was only a fleeting thought inside of his head.

  Sasha lifted himself up, then dragged his body towards Kheva, and when he was close enough, Sasha put his arm around Kheva, and leaned his forehead against his master’s.

  Kheva’s shining eyes flickered up to Sasha’s, and there they were joined. Sasha looked back at him, trying to inject as much confidence into them as he could. Their world might be breaking apart, but Sasha was strong enough to know he couldn’t fall apart.

  Slowly, gradually, Sasha saw movement, and a trembling hand rose and was placed against Sasha’s neck.

  “Just hold on a bit longer,” Sasha whispered, comforted by Kheva’s touch. “Don’t let whatever they’re creating… win.”

  Kheva’s flickering eyes continued to stare right into Sasha, the terrorized oculars not once blinking.

  He said nothing back––Kheva only stared.

  The powerful master, the ethereal being that commanded everyone around him with his overbearing presence, looked back at Sasha with a light in his eyes that held nothing but petrifying horror.

  Sasha was losing him.

  Kheva was disappearing––they were winning. They were taking Sasha’s master away from him.

  The man Sasha loved with every part of his heart. A man who he wanted to both obey, and protect, was disappearing in front of his eyes.

  Sasha became desperate. “Kheva…” His head shook back and forth, the horror taking the form of cold claws that were gripping his insides. It was all-consuming, a dread that defied words.

  But it did not defy emotions.

  And those emotions hit Sasha like an asteroid. All at once, Sasha felt a rush of both rage and determination, two emotions that came so unexpectedly and with such potency, it was as if he’d just been forcibly injected with meth and cocaine.

  Riding on the powerful wave, Sasha inhaled a lungful of air, and at the top of his lungs, he released a scream that could’ve woken the dead.

  Then he jumped to his feet, his molars grinding, and as footsteps ran towards the door, Sasha plunged deep into his own subconscious.

  Before Caelum or Rob could grab him, he dove towards the Dead Zone and slipped into it.

  And, with the rage hot oil frying him alive, he unleashed hell onto the two beacons charging towards him.

  The screams. Sasha had always loved the screams, but the ones released so shrilly from Caelum and Rob flooded him with an energy that would’ve given a normal man super powers. It was intoxicating, and every pain-filled animalistic shriek was inhaled and consumed like Sasha was a Titan who fed on misery.

  He was a fucking Titan.

  Sasha shifted his vision from the darkened silhouettes and shining beacons, to the reality around him. It was a decision made solely for self-indulgence––Sasha wanted to see their faces twist, he wanted to drink deeply of their agony.

  It was everything he could’ve hoped for and more.

  Rob and Caelum were clawing at their heads, chunks of scalp, with strands of black attached, lodged deeply underneath their nails. Blood was coating their fingers, dripping onto the grey carpet like crimson rain, all while their bodies twisted and thrashed in an agony-induced seizure, and their legs kicked and peddled.

  Sasha glared down at Caelum and pushed more energy into his already frantic beacon, just to make sure he would stay down––then he turned to Rob.

  It was time to get Kel back.

  But just as he was reaching out towards the original owner of Kel’s body, he felt his own suddenly freeze. Just like that, his connection with Caelum and Rob was severed.

  “Jeez, you’re a powerful little fooker,” a man with an English accent said. Johan, with short black hair and ears just slightly too big for his square face, stepped into Sasha’s vision. He glared Sasha down with buggy black eyes, his head slowly shaking back and forth. “Not smart, mate. Not smart at all.” He looked to his left, and the auburn-haired one stepped into view. “Mav, go get Silas. Promise him whatever you need to promise, but he seems to be the only one able to control this little bugger.” Mav nodded, then turned towards the door.

  But he paused. “Ah, Johan, there’s headlights in the driveway,” Mav said with a quirked eyebrow. This one had an Irish accent. “It ain’t one of our cars…”

  Johan glanced towards the door. “Get the gun,” he said, his tone dropping, then his eyes lowered to Caelum and Rob, both groaning on the floor, their limbs, Rob’s still casted, flopping around like a fish out of water. “Get the fook up you two,” he said irritably. Then his head rose. “Where the fuck is Nate?”

  Suddenly, there was a loud bang, followed by a second. Johan and Mav’s attention both snapped towards the entrance into the house, and Sasha felt the hold on him release.

  He fell to the ground, his body hitting the carpet the moment an angry voice rang out.

  “Where’s my fucking son?”

  “Where the fuck is my son??”

  Uncle Lex?

  “Who the fook are yeh?” Johan snarled. “Get the fuck out of––” A gun went off, the sound splitting the air in half, and Johan spun around and landed on the carpet, a black hole with pink in the center, appearing on the side of his head.

  Another gun shot rang out––Mav was dead before he even hit the floor.

  Sasha’s mouth fell open; all he could do was gawk at Johan and Mav lying askew next to each other, bleeding out from the gunshot wounds to their heads. Had Lex just… had Lex just fucking killed two people?

  Then Lex appeared, a gun in his grip. He looked around, Jobe behind him, and his eyes fell on Sasha.

  “Bug!” Lex cried, his hand flying up to his mouth. He quickly closed the distance between them, Jobe a step behind, and kneeled down in front of Sasha.

  No… no… don’t turn your backs to them. Sasha opened his mouth to try and speak, but to his horror, he found his body again freezing on the spot.

  Was it Mav? Caelum? Jesus fuck, Lex, Jobe, look for them! Fucking look for them! Sasha tried to force every inch of his nightcrawler abilities into breaking free from that strange hold on his body, but it was no use.

  Whoever the first gen of nightcrawlers were, they wer
e fucking strong in their own ways.

  “Boogie?” Jobe cried. His hand was stroking back Sasha’s hair, Lex’s cupping his face and lightly patting it. “Lex, Lex, oh fuck, why’s he almost naked? Was he raped…? He’s been beaten to shit.” Jobe’s face dissolved, but as he leaned down to cry, Lex’s face tensed and his eyes widened with rage.

  Then behind him, Caelum and Robe both appeared––and Rob was raising a gun.

  No… no…

  “NO!” Sasha screamed, and the shock of his sudden outburst had both Lex and Jobe jolting backwards, just as the gun went off.

  It was aimed for Jobe’s head, an execution-style murder, but instead… the bullet hit the back of Jobe’s shoulder and burst out the other end; the force of it sending Sasha’s best friend propelling forwards.

  “Jobe!” Sasha and Lex both screamed. Jobe landed on the ground, his face tensed in pain and his hand clenching the exit wound on his shoulder. He let out a low groan.

  Lex bellowed, he whirled around, raised his gun, and started shooting at both Caelum and Rob.

  Rob…

  “Don’t hurt Rob!” Sasha yelled. Panic ripped through him as the bullets flew out of Lex’s gun, the mad man aiming for both of them with the intent to kill. Behind Rob and Caelum, the drywall in the living room burst from the impact, and a ceramic lamp resting on an oak cabinet exploding into shards. “Don’t fucking shoot Rob!” Sasha ran towards Caelum and Rob, just as Caelum was hit in the stomach, and he tackled Rob to the ground.

  They both fell hard on the living room floor, Sasha on top of Rob. He raised his fist and punched Rob in the side of the head, then attempted to pull up his Silent Ground.

  “Get the fuck off of him!” Sasha was suddenly grabbed and yanked backwards, and when he landed on his back, he saw Nate glaring him down with a sneer on his face.

  You have some fucking balls, kiddo… Sasha jumped to his feet, his eyes fixed on Nate, all the chaos in the living room temporarily disappearing as he got Nate in his sights.