by Quil Carter
“You got my sengil raped,” I whispered. “You made me kill two innocent people. Two people who were kind enough to adopt you. You played me, Jules. You lied to me, manipulated me, you put me in harms way to… to… what? What the fuck was your end game, Julian? Why the fuck did you do these things?”
“I don’t know!” Julian cried. He grabbed his hair and pulled it. “I had… I had some fucked up things happen to me when I was little.” His eyes shifted around, he swallowed hard, then looked up at me again. “Headmaster Harris… he’s been doing shit to me… at night.”
He was lying.
He was lying to me again. He was manipulating me again.
This time throwing the kind, fatherly headmaster under the fucking bus… all to save his own skin.
I looked down at Julian in disgust. And when he saw my face he burst into tears. “Help me get well, Elish. Please… help me get well.” He grabbed my hand, but this time I yanked it back. This caused him to cry out No! and he desperately grabbed my shirt as I turned from him.
“Elish, I’m sorry. I’m sorry!” he cried. “I love you. I love you… that never changed. Please, Elish. I love you.”
You love me?
“The only thing in this relationship that hasn’t been a lie…” I whispered. “Is my love for you.”
“NO!” Julian screamed. He began to sob hysterically behind me. I felt him grasp my arm, then a weight came as he fell to his knees. “I’m begging you… please. Please, I need you. I can’t live without you. I’ll fucking kill myself before I let this end. We’re meant to be together! Not Finn! Finn doesn’t fucking deserve you. Finn’s a weak fucking coward and he DOESN’T DESERVE YOU!”
I retracted my arm away from his touch. “Get the fuck out of my sight. I never want to see you again.” I said the last part over his desperate screams and cries, but their effects had already died on me.
I turned and went to exit the living room… but then my eyes fell on Silas.
The king was glaring me down, his face cold and his hands folded over his chest.
This display did something to me, and though in that moment it merely felt like a small match of anger being struck and lit, I didn’t realize at the time that the match had been dropped down a fuel tank full of gasoline and oil.
“Do you have something to say?” I said coolly.
Silas’s eyes widened and I saw his jawbone shift as he clenched his teeth.
Then, as quick as the ghost he was, Silas raised his hand and smacked me across the face.
“Don’t you dare ever talk–”
I hit him back.
I raised my own hand, my face stinging from the unexpected blow, and I just… I just fucking hit him, clear across the face.
His neck snapped back, like Julian’s had. But instead of giving me a crushed look of sadness, when Silas’s face slowly turned back to me…
I saw his eyes turn black.
Suddenly an insurmountable pain overwhelmed my head, starting at the back of my brain then bursting forward like his eyes had triggered hidden dynamite. It made a scream ring from my lungs, and my legs became water.
I fell to the ground, my brain feeling like it was being pulled from my skull like two pieces of adhesive paper being yanked apart. I grabbed my hair, screaming at this mad king to stop, but the pain still rocked me.
Then, as quickly as it came, it disappeared. I lay there gasping, Julian on the couch looking at me with his hands over his mouth. I could see all three children lined up behind the mesh of their blue playpen as well, Ceph grasping the plastic rim and peeking over, and the two twins sitting beside one another, staring at me as I laid on the ground.
“Go back to Elish’s bedroom and stay there,” I heard Silas say.
Obediently, Julian got up and walked out of the room, his fearful eyes staring at me the entire time.
“You just always have to disappoint me, Elias. Don’t you?” Silas whispered above me. He began to circle my kneeling body, a position the two of us had been in many times before. “Just when I think everything was to be fixed between us.” Another assault of pain exploded from my brain, this one making flashes of different-coloured lights burst in front of my eyes. I screamed again, the pain nothing that I’d ever felt before, and when it finally subsided, my stomach heaved and I vomited on the carpet.
“You know, love…” he began. I rolled onto my side and attempted to get up, only to collapse back where he’d left me. “I knew you were hiding things from me. But this time, I had decided to let you have your privacy. I sacrificed my own need for control… because I saw that whatever my cold chimera was doing behind my back… it was making him happy.”
Silas grabbed my hair and wrenched my face up, forcing me to look up at his glaring eyes. “I will never make that mistake again.” He yanked my hair, the sounds of hundreds of strands tearing twanging in my head. “Not only did you spit in my face. But you let yourself be outsmarted, controlled, and puppeted by a fucking rejected sengil. A sengil you apparently fell in love with.” He let out a barking laugh at this.
Don’t do this to me now, Silas. Not now. Not today.
Any day but today. I can’t play your games right now, Silas.
Please… I just got my heart ripped out of my chest. I just realized the man I loved was nothing but a fake, a manipulative con man.
Not today.
“You’re a pathetic, worthless piece of shit, Elish,” Silas growled. He pushed me down, and I struggled to rise to my feet. “And that has never been more obvious by what I’d just witnessed. You were so blind, such a fucking fool…”
Not today, Silas.
Leave me alone… just today.
The pain came back. I screamed again, my hands gripping the sides of the couch as I struggled to keep myself half-standing.
“You couldn’t even see that a stupid fired sengil was playing you like a violin.” Silas chuckled. “You’re no intelligence chimera… just a dumbshit who’ll fall for any man who treats him nice.”
Then he hissed in my ear, “Just like Ryan.”
My jaw suddenly clenched, and as the echoes of pain faded from my brain, leaving behind a throbbing headache, I realized that something was gathering inside of me.
Something was building.
“Just like Cristo.”
I said not today, Silas.
“Just like Finn too, hm? How long until you decide you’re madly in love with him?” Silas laughed lightly. “You’re a predictable idiot, Elish. A failure in my engineering. I look oh so forward to another five years of you being a pathetic hermit, never leaving his room and content being a loser. That’s what’s going to happen, isn’t it? Oh, wait… we need the panic attack first.
“Come on, Elish! Where’s the hyperventilating? Where’s the desperation in your eyes as your useless brain reels and spins inside of itself, until you don’t know which way is what? Come on, Elish. Have your pussy little panic attack so I can send you back to live in your fucking–”
I lunged at him. And like a wounded animal, I bellowed as I grabbed onto his shoulders and pushed him to the ground. He fell hard with me on top of him, and I began shaking him back and forth, slamming his head onto the ground as I screamed things at him that my brain wouldn’t register. There were no thoughts left inside of me to realize the extreme consequences of what I was doing. It had all been burned away. I had nothing left.
I had nothing left.
I was powerless.
I was powerless.
No.
No, Elish.
You’re not powerless.
You’re only as powerless as you let yourself be.
I screamed; Silas’s neck a piece of rubber as it snapped forwards and backwards. His eyes were enflamed with fury, his hands clawing at mine and shredding my skin, but still I slammed him down again and again.
Then several things happened at once, with time slowing down just enough for me to witness each one.
Silas’s eyes turned black.
But just as the first remnants of pain shot through my head, my hands, still grasping Silas’s shoulders, pushed him back down onto the floor. This impact made the black disappear from his eyes like the green had swallowed it, and the pain vanished as quickly as it came.
For a split second, not even a fraction but with time stalling it seemed like minutes, I stared at Silas’s green eyes, madness clear in my own.
The next thing I knew, I was covering one of his eyes with my hand…
… and I was digging my fingers into the socket of the other.
The eyelid tightened, and the scream that burst from Silas’s wide open mouth brought to me an unexpected rush of sexual lust. Riding on this mania, I dug my fingers in between the moist orb and the hard socket of his skull, and I yanked out the eyeball. I did this while his hands desperately grabbed mine, our fingers now dripping blood and bits of skin.
If he knew what the pain was doing to me… he’d stop.
Silas’s eyeball stared up at me in shock as I held it, the optic nerve dangling between my bloodied fingers. The king underneath me screaming bloody murder, and his shrill shrieks continued when I dug my fingers into the remaining socket, and pulled out his other eye.
I looked down at Silas, his hands now at his face with blood leaking between his fingers. His mouth was moving. But all I could hear was his screaming. His screaming and screaming and screaming.
I laughed as I looked at the two eyes in my bloodied palm. This immortal king was useless now. He couldn’t use his powers on me any longer. Silas was nothing but a five-foot-nine blond man with a skinny build and a pretty face.
I was stronger than him. I was bigger than him.
I was the one in control.
Not him.
Me.
When Silas reached up and tried to grab me, his mouth moving but deaf to my ears, I backhanded him across the face; then I tossed one of the eyeballs up into the air and caught it.
And I laughed, madly I laughed. I looked down at Silas’s face, his eyes crying blood and his lips still moving. His face was twisted; his arms trying to grasp me, yet all I heard was that screaming. Screaming and screaming and screaming.
But, no, it wasn’t Silas’s screaming I was hearing.
That screaming was my own mind breaking. A requiem for a man who’d held on for as long as he could, but was now watching his sanity slip through blood-slicked fingers.
I pushed one of the eyeballs into Silas’s mouth, the other I tossed in some direction.
Then I rose up off of Silas, a smile making the dried blood on my face break and crack, and removed my trousers.
And this was followed by my underwear.
Then Silas’s pants and underwear too.
“You know… I can really see why you get off on this,” I said to him, my voice an eerie calm. I began to walk a slow circle around him as this king writhed in his spot, my own arousal obvious as I glared down at him.
This little blond man, no longer a king but an ordinary man. Oh, how he twisted around like he was a fly whose wings had just been detached; his hands continuously shifting from trying to help himself rise, to being held out to me as if he was pleading. Was he trying to speak with me? I didn’t know; I could no longer hear him. Or anything else around me. All I could hear was screaming, screaming, and screaming.
But in the end… don’t we all die screaming?
I smiled as I circled him. And when Silas tried to rise again, I kicked him in the stomach. The king collapsed onto the ground and rolled onto his stomach. “Yes, I really can see why you loved dominating me so much,” I said in the same cajoling tone he’d used on me so many times. “You do get such a rush from it, don’t you?” I laughed. But when he once again tried to stand, I tsked and shook my head.
Then I raised my foot, and slammed it down onto his genitals. This reaction brought with it a second sexual percussion. Being able to see the thing that had caused me so much pain get trampled beneath my boot, tickled areas inside of me that had only recently been dragged from the dark drop-offs of my mind.
Riding on this erotic lust I was drinking so freely from, I did it again, then fell to my knees in front of Silas and grabbed his genitals.
I crushed them, just like Silas had done to me, and this scream, this high-pitched, shrill scream, made me audibly groan.
Yes… that scream I had heard. And it was just lovely.
“I’m the king now, Silas,” I said lowly. I snatched his arm as it swung to hit me, and just like his cock and balls now purple and bulging inside of my fist, I squeezed his hand until I felt bones break.
Then I reached to the wall only inches from me, and pulled the wall phone’s spiral cord, making the receiver fall to the ground. I picked it up, and began wrapping Silas’s flailing hands with the cord, until he was tied up to my satisfaction.
Silas’s lips kept moving, his empty eye sockets still managing to make desperate facial expressions. I smiled at them, the ambrosia I was tasting from this moment flooding me with a lust that felt like one continued orgasm, and because the desire was too great… I punched him again in the mouth.
I then slid off of my straddled position. And I got behind his legs.
My hand grasped my cock, rock hard from the anticipation of what it knew was coming, and using only a small bit of saliva for lubricant, I pressed it against his ass.
Then I thrusted my hips forward. The warm body I was mounting thrashed and squirmed, the mouth of the tyrant still an open chasm framed by white teeth; but with one more punch to his face to keep him from shifting his hips away from my cock, he became still enough for me to infiltrate him.
And I did. I broke him fully, and I jolted my hips with enough force to feel wetness moments after I entered him practically dry. My suspicions were delightfully confirmed when I withdrew myself and saw blood sheening on my cock.
So I shoved it in again, and with a grin on my face and my eyes locked on the blind creature fighting beneath me, I began to fuck him as fast as my hips would let me.
Power. Beautiful power. How I love your scent. Oh, you will be my newest addiction for sure, won’t you? I have sampled your sweet taste, and now you will crown me your new king. If only for this evening.
I will not be weak. I will no longer let these men control me, take advantage of me.
My lips pursed and heat rose to my face.
Hurt me.
Abuse me.
Destroy me.
Never again.
NEVER AGAIN!
The next thing I knew I was hitting him. I had one hand on his shirt collar, the other one punching him in the face as I myself screamed at him. What was I screaming? What was I saying?
I was losing control.
No. It was long gone.
Whatever I was losing, it wasn’t control.
I think I was losing my mind.
“YOU DID THIS!” I screamed in his face, still buried to the hilt with his hole dripping blood onto my pubic hair. “I loved you. I fucking worshipped you. I wanted to be like you in every way.” I hit him again, shards of white visible in the blood he was spitting up. “You did this. YOU DID THIS!” Tears were running down my cheeks, tears that were drying as quickly as they were shed from the heat roasting my face. “Everything is a game for you. Everything is fake for you. But I’m not. I’M NOT!” I began to shake him, my composure leaving me. “I’m a real fucking person. I’M NOT YOUR FUCKING SLAVE!” Another strike, pain was ripping up my arms, my body, pain was finding me. My senses were coming back.
I didn’t want them to come back.
If they come back… I’ll feel everything I’ve been running from.
Julian’s betrayal. Julian… Julian… how could you?
Silas’s torture. The venomous words he spat at me.
My life was nothing. I was nothing.
No. I’m strong. I’m strong. I’m powerful.
I’m not weak. I’m not weak.
I can’t be weak. I won’t let them do this to me an
ymore.
I have my power back. You cannot have it. You cannot have it.
“ELISH!” Silas’s voice suddenly rang out, a frantic trill that was broken from too much screaming. “ELISH, LISTEN TO ME!” He grabbed me, as he’d done many times before.
Except this time, my brain was allowing me to register his voice.
He clenched my shirt and twisted it, a desperation on him making him release a low cry. “Elish… get the babies out of the room! Why are you letting them fucking see this?”
I stared at him, the senses rushing back to me having me now notice my own heaving chest, my own desperate cries that came with each ragged inhale.
Then I looked over… and saw Ceph standing up, peeking over the playpen with a bloodied green eye clasped in his little hand. Apollo and Artemis were sitting down beside him, both watching us too.
They’d seen everything. And they would remember everything too.
Just like I did.
I pulled myself out of Silas, the arousal now gone. I left the king bleeding and gasping, and walked over to the three children.
Ceph looked up at me, and with a smile, he showed me Silas’s detached eye. Then the twins’ heads tilted and they looked at me as well. Purple eyes. They had purple eyes like me, but the rest of their eyes, the shape, the look, it was all Silas. But they had my nose, my ears, my jaw…
They were half mine, half Silas’s. And they would soon become mad men like me as well.
This is the life they had to look forward to. This was their future. Princes amongst Skyfall, yet inside this steel cage they would be no better than slaves.
And if they did escape and find love outside of this dungeon in the sky… they’d get their hearts stepped on like I did.
There was no future for these children.
I turned from them and walked to the credenza by the television. I reached up to the top shelf… and I pulled out one of Silas’s many handguns.
But their fate would not be ended with my hand.
Only my own.
I opened it, counted the bullets, then closed it and gave the barrel a spin.
