Their grip was strong and she saw the Necromancer give the briefest of looks towards Candy and his hands, and carried on with his incantation, this time with a smile on his face.
Candy would later liken each step to nearing the top of a mountain. The air was scarce and she felt tired and dizzy. In desperation she reached for her knife that lay hidden from view, just as the sword had been and she sliced the first hand, then jabbed the knife into the muscle of the second, causing its fingers to stiffen, and feeling it no longer having any hold on her she cast her arm out as hard as she could and the hand flew off the blade of the knife, into the hands of an overweight woman with three breasts who smiled quite happily at the delicious treat that she held in her own attached hands before biting into the thumb. The Necromancer did not look up from where he stood, yet from his expression you could tell he knew what was happening to his beloved hand.
Still he continued, as Candy once again free to breath, took in as much air as possible then moved to deliver the final blow. Sensing the demise of its owner perhaps, the other hand (the right), began to climb up Candy's neck again. Candy knew she was in no danger of being strangled so took no notice at first and set out again for the well dressed sacrifice that seemed to have managed to put some of the crowd between himself and her. However it was clear by the time she reached the first partition of people that the hand had other ideas. The people moved quite easily, probably at the sight of Candy's sword, yet the Necromancer himself would then move back a row and so on.
As Candy chased him the hand had just about reached Candy's eyes. She held the sword in an upright threatening position and it was a tiny female with blue skin that the Necromancer now hid behind. The hands made their final leap for her eyes, covering her sight and Candy could feel them now trying to gouge out her pupils. She did the only thing she could.
She drew back the sword and prayed to a kindly God, if they themselves actually existed, and then pushed it forward. She felt it hit resistance yet immediately pushed harder and now it met with another slightly different resistance and this time she pushed as hard as she could, thankful of the length of the blade of the sword which had been gifted to her. The hand tensed on her face then stopped what it was doing. Candy sighed with relief and again threw the hand into the crowd. It stopped about a foot away from the obese lady who had eaten the first hand and she made a mad dash to claim the second.
However Candy's attentions, now that she could see were on the bodies which hung limply, skewered on her sword; the first, the tiny woman with the blue body. Candy noticed for the first time how beautiful the woman was. She did not look the slightest bit evil and she wondered why she had been here in the first place. Certainly an exotic meat you got there, she thought. Moments later, as she was beginning to take in the Necromancer who dangled on the end of the blade like a bad chunk of pork, three men ran up to Candy and grabbed her from behind.
Oh shit. What the fuck now?
Enough! The voice of Shub Niggurath resounded far and wide, the stony acoustics lending a hand. Do not touch her! She is to be unharmed.
One of the men, who on closer inspection turned out to have the same blue skin as the woman turned to Shub Niggurath and spoke in a quick and jittery accent with words Candy could not understand.
“Be that as it may but my word here is law as is any Rubiconeteka's. The woman is to be unharmed.”
Candy was roughly released and turned again to face Shub Niggurath. She thought to ask what the hell was going on but instead smiled. "Does that answer the Goddess's question? I would lay a sacrifice before you, and shall when the crowd permits. Yes I feel envy. Yes I wish to take his place."
“You did that for me? Oh how touching. You do realize you killed tonight's entertainment? The small girl in the blue is one of the hottest singers in the dimensions and she was due to perform for us tonight. Still, never mind, problems arise and all that,” Candy heard the goat laugh and did not think she would ever forget the way the sound seemed to tear at her skin and put fear in her heart at the same time. “As for the other. Yes, I can see his soul now, hovering above his body. It will make a lovely snack for me, along with the singer's; I forget her name” – a flunky, fully masked and dressed in red robes whispered something in her ear – “Oh yes of course LayLayNaNetelezramoratazet, how could I have forgotten the name that has been on the tip of every tongue from here to the outer reaches of the dimensional matrixes. Well she will be missed, although of course her soul shall live on in tormented hell within me, so well, bad one for old LayLayNaNetelezramoratazet, all the better for old Shub. So, Candy. You want his place. Not just as my Champion of course, but as my lover. Yes he likes to satisfy me down there for hours and hours before filling me with... well of course we can think of something.”
The thought made Candy gag however she concealed it and nodded. She now had more important news.
She was fighting Reckwick.
And Faith was now an orphan.
Candy expected many forms of Faith dealing with the news, all bar actual acceptance. So when Faith swung and knocked Candy on her ass she was already prepared. Brekin gently held her. He had taken to staying at her house now on a regular basis.
"It’s just the five of us now," Candy said gently.
Marcus stood and made his way to Faith. He took her through to the bedroom and brushed away her tears, and suddenly he saw beauty, a rare and delicate beauty so overwhelming that he could not look away from it. He touched her gently on the cheek.
"Marcus. I’m not sure..."
Marcus brushed her lips. "Shhh."
He lifted his top then her dress, revealing a torso with muscle and her naked breasts. He reached out and kissed them both gently. Slowly he doused his trousers, revealing himself in full and she stepped free of her black panties. Gently he pushed her on the bed.
"I will fight for you, Faith."
"I know that Marcus."
"My wolf. It was my dream. I did not know it would be of use to a woman so deserving."
His accent was thick and fresh, the French strong, and she kissed him full before saying, "I think we are all doomed."
"I agree. Hence the naked foreplay, no?" said Marcus smiling.
Slowly he pushed with the tip of his penis against her vaginal lips and found entry to be easy, and he pushed further still as he climbed on top and she moaned as he pushed and pounded.
"If we die we die together then at least we have tonight. No?" Faith managed after a slight intake of breath.
"If we die Mon Cherie; if that is so then so be it. Yet, let us be of breath and life to each other now.”
After that day, Faith and Marcus became inseparable. She would go with him to his woods as he would hunt as his wolf and she would become dizzy with passion at the sight of a creature so fierce yet so noble. Their love had not been love at first sight, however it was what both had never sought, yet had not known had been missing from each respective lives. And it would be with animal ferocity that Marcus would make love to Faith, who in return would moan her deep pleasures and repay the effort by riding him from every possible angle until his thick cum filled her tight cunt.
It had been the subject of some discussion one night. Despite it being neither person’s first language, when together they spoke English with a natural eloquence from another age. For Marcus this was his natural translation from French to English. For Faith, it was down to the Jane Austin novels her mother had bought her at the age of seven.
"Does it mean anything to you? That I had no other before you?" Faith had begun.
"It does Faith. Yet, to be truthful, it was not me you were saving yourself for?"
"I was for the right person, Marcus. You felt right."
"I suppose at the time I wanted to ease your pain at your mothers passing. I didn’t know then that I would fall in love with you."
"They say sex is natural reaction to death, and yet had I not discovered my true feelings for you then it would of been just the once. You
understand that, Marcus? You aren’t a rebound, no matter what that first night meant."
"And what exactly did it mean Moi petite fleur?"
"It meant the world to me Marcus. Can you understand that? You filled a void."
"Then let me fill you with something else."
And so their discussion ended with Marcus again slowly undressing Faith and gently making love to her. To faith it was the wonderful feelings her mothers had always maintained. Yet despite coming from a two mother background neither mother had ever pushed their orientation on to their daughter, and especially with Jan it had always been understood that Faith’s persuasion toward sex was towards the opposite kind.
There was something truly magical in their developing relationship that all who knew them in the RIDERS found heart warming to watch. Candy however also felt the whole affair inspired a need in her to find a connection of her own.
One night she had been sitting alone, contemplating her new found friendships and place in a group that understood when John had entered her room. She had taken residence in the attic, a place that smelled of incense and was candle lit. Everyone, including Marcus had given Candy a moving in present. She could always feel Marcus’s fear around her, mingled with feelings of liking towards her and a respect she could not fathom. She knew fear did not create the respect she felt, the two separate entities.
John had entered her room that night and had sat beside her and told her the story of Jessie, his only real love, how he had saved her and at what lengths he had gone to, to save another. Candy could not fathom at first why he had chosen to be so candid about a subject that was so obviously painful to him. Yet then she understood. Firstly, he was trying to impart something that she could relate too, something that made her plight seem worthwhile. And secondly, basically he was lonely. She could sense this in his heart, and something else, a feeling of terror so extreme she had to tune out.
After his recounting he had put his arm around her, yet Candy had felt it to be more a fatherly gesture than anything else. However, at that moment Brekin had decided to enter the room, seen the scene before him, and despite his empathic gift he had still, so to speak, gotten the wrong end of the stick. He had turned on his heels and left the room, slamming the door behind him. John had said one word. Yet softly, not a command, but with a calm understanding in his voice that spoke a sober tone in complete contrast to his drunken state. "Go."
Candy had taken his advice and found Brekin downstairs in the living room. She had once again taken him by the hand, and the way he had looked at her had been almost boyish, a strange contrast to this normally mature seeming male. The look, and the feelings it had inspired had made Candy’s heart melt. She had led him back upstairs where John had disappeared from, mysteriously, without fuss, and this time he had taken the lead, undressing Candy, firstly with his eyes, then with his massive hands, that lent a surprising dexterity to what they were undertaking.
During this time Candy had never taken her eyes away from his almost unbearably loving gaze. She had not felt this loving natural emotion come so easily in many years, and had almost forgotten it existed to her. Brekin too had not felt so strongly about another since the demise of his wife. Together they lay each other down on the collage of covers and mattresses that adorned the floor space, an eclectic mix of cosy privacy and comfort that swallowed their nakedness, leaving it obvious only to each other. Slowly they had kissed and their feelings had progressed with each stage, as soon Brekin found Candy wanting, and she had taken him inside her. To Candy, she had not realized that an appendage could be so big. She had gasped both in slight pain and massive pleasure as her already moistened pussy began to grow with juiciness.
She had rocked herself on his cock and in his also massive arms, and she had pulsated with ecstasy, in union and harmony.
And that night was to be the first of many.
CHAPTER TWELVE
MARCUS STOPS TO THINK
The streets held no warmth for Marcus as he bustled through the breeze, an aimless walk that held no select purpose. The space around him was what he really sought, all else a mere detail, and he wondered not for the first time quite where his life had taken him. He had achieved his life’s work, an undertaking that had been practically miraculous. However, it was not for the first time that he wondered exactly what was next for Marcus Garvey. Sure, he was a member of the Riders from Hell now. However, despite his love of Faith and his liking of the group he could find no personal link to it that would satisfy his need for purpose, and it was this which he craved, a meaning to his life, unique and private only to him.
Street lamps blurred together in the overhead blackness and he cursed as his foot struck a puddle of the earlier day’s rain. He pulled it out and shook it, then carried on, thankful that it had only touched the bottom of his combat style trouser and not his socks.
Finally he came to a bar, and as he opened the door he slipped through, into the establishment’s noisy environment. For a moment he stopped, turning his head this way and that, more a reflex gesture than anything else and settled for an empty stool at the bar where he sat down, grateful for the seat and the warmth.
A couple behind had stood up to leave, and Marcus was surprised to see it was John, his Mohawk hair standing out like a marker of familiarity. He shouted across and for a brief second the Red Indian fixed him with his dark eyes.
Then he was gone with the woman, leaving Marcus to wonder.
Tuning out the back ground noise of the bar, his thoughts turned to other things. They had been there all along, waiting he supposed, pushing for attention like a denied emotion; The Skin Walker. What did he want with him? How the fuck did he get rid of this fucker, this fucking evil... beast!? He felt the anger surge now in his mind and in a moment of fury he could barely remember he felt his closed fist strike the bar, rattling the near empty glasses which sat on the wooded surface, jittering the amber dregs inside. He could feel the barman’s gaze fixed on him, yet he kept his head down and instead raised his hand in an apologetic gesture. Slowly he lifted his eyes and in a choked whisper asked for a whiskey.
“What kind do you want there, buddy?” the barman asked, his tone mixed with anxiety and forced cheer. The guy in front of him looked, well... kinda fragile.
“The strong kind!” replied Marcus, as he made to stand from the torn leather topping of the bar stool.
“Well, then I’d recommend the-“
“Fine, whatever,” replied Marcus with a wave of his left hand and no backwards glance.
The men’s room was just to the front left, where he was headed. Fucking cat, fucking cat, fucking dead fucking cat....
Marcus came too at the bathroom mirror. His face was wet and he stared hard into the cracked porcelain before lifting his eyes to the glass. He tried to scream but all that came out was a whooshing sound of air. His throat hurt. Staring back at him through the mirror was The Skin Walker, his red dead eyes burning a dead hate into Marcus’s retinas.
“Marcus, what a pleasant surprise; would you care to join me?”
“I can’t do this anymore. It’s not worth it. What the fuck is it that you actually want!?”
“You are in the middle of a conflict, Marcus. You do not know my people, who I am associated with, yet be that as it may, you are in my debt and it may be possible that you can assist me in some way. Do you follow?”
“You crazy fuck! Fuck you! What the… explain, okay, just fucking explain…” trailed off Marcus with the calm resignation of the clearly defeated.
“Candy, Marcus. Candy. Do you like Candy, Marcus?”
“I… what the hell has this got to do with… Candy?”
“None of your damned business, but I want to know what her plans are, and I know you can find out. You can find out for me Marcus and then you will be free of me forever. Can you tell me now what you know?”
For the first time in his life Marcus knew real terror; if this evil fuck knew Candy, then Marcus was betting he knew abou
t Faith too. Did he like Candy? Did it really fucking matter?
He loved Faith.
Faith had told him about Candy’s upcoming fight with some guy… Rekin? Reijik? He had a sudden intuition that this was all linked then felt stupid. How the fuck could it not be? Yet, wouldn’t he be betraying Faith if he told this fucker what he knew; it was after all his own doing that had put himself in this predicament. But, no, it was too late for that, no going back. Faith was now in danger, and when it came to a contest between that crazy psychotic bitch and his love there was no contest.
“Okay. I’ll tell you everything I know,” said Marcus wearily.
The hands grabbed him from through the glass before he could really feel it and the next second he was in a place he wished he could immediately forget but knew he never would.
“So, let us start from the beginning shall we?”
It was a month later that the four of them were sitting around a meal. Marcus had cooked for them, as it had been jointly agreed that Candy, as a wanted fugitive should stay indoors as much as possible, making a restaurant an unnecessary risk. They were talking when both Faith and Marcus had stood together, hands clasped firmly in each others.
"We have an announcement to make," Faith began. She looked at Marcus.
"Yes. Faith and I are to be married."
"And also..." The look of sheer excitement filled both their eyes, "I’m pregnant."
Candy looked at Brekin. Then the Rasta began to clap and Candy soon joined.
"When did you find out?" Candy asked Faith the moment they were alone. They were in the kitchen clearing plates. Brekin without cigars had talked the father to be into smoking a massive spliff.
"A mother knows. Especially when she’s an empath. But to be honest it was after our first night together. It’s kinda symbolic you know, what with mums passing and all. A new life begins as one ends."
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