Inner Demon 19: Don't Shoot
by Redkage
Kou closed his tenth book and set it down on the library table. Out of habit, he looked over to the chair directly across from him and found it empty for the tenth time that day. Sighing, Kou picked up his next book. Without Chris around, his life had a very vacant hole in it now. Sure, he had the others for company, and he didn’t have to worry about them. They were capable of taking care of themselves. However, Chris was another story. He was so frail…so fragile… Most of the time Kou was afraid he would hurt him by accident. Or worse…
Just thinking about it made Kou feel a wave of fear come over him. As he read his book, the more he became afraid. Unreasonably afraid. Suddenly everything around him was frightening. The books, the shelves, the looming shadows, everything scared him. At the same time however, he felt strangely hot and aroused. His massive tool rose in his jeans, threatening to bust the already straining zipper. Trying to get a hold of himself, Kou dropped the book and grabbed the edge of the table tightly, ignoring the fact that the wood was easily crumbling beneath his fingers.
Wha…what’s going on…? Kou thought as he panted. It was starting to get a little hard for him to breathe. In fact, he was struggling for air. But the strangest fact was that he didn’t need to breathe! He could hold his breath for over two weeks, yet he desperately needed air now!
Slowly, the fear, the arousal and the need of air gradually faded away. Kou slumped in his chair, recovering from what he had just experienced. As Kou sat there, he notices some splinters in his hand, and when he looked at the table, he found two large holes where he had held onto the table. “Oh great.” Kou said, dropping the wood fragments in his hands. He looked at the gaps guiltily. “How am I going to explain this?”
It turned out that he didn’t. When he got up and approached the front desk, the librarian behind simply said not to worry about anything and to go ahead and go home. When Kou tried to apologize to her, he smelled something very familiar. Leaning over the desk, he peaked at the librarian’s shirt and found that her skirt was rather wet with something that smelled a lot like... The librarian gave a cry and covered it and quickly apologized. Kou, face now burning, apologized back and ran out of the library, his own erection starting to grow again from the smell of an orgasm.
As Kou walked alone in the pouring rain, he began to wonder just what that was. Lately, he had been feeling some strange things. Why he was feeling them, he had no idea. Maybe his Dad could tell him more about what was going on, but he doubted it.
A car passed by Kou and suddenly screeched as it slid on the pavement, moving slightly eschew before it straightened out and drove on. Kou thought that was strange, but ignored it. He couldn’t, however, ignore it any longer when two more cars did the exact same thing. Was it him? Kou looked down at himself and suddenly realized what was going on. The water from the rain had made his clothes stick tightly on his body, outlining every crevice on his massive frame. Even his prominent bulge was visible through the wet denims. The reason everyone was having trouble driving was because they were all shocked at looking at his wet body! Now completely humiliated, Kou broke out into a full sprint towards his house. His muscular legs were so strong and fast that he even passed several cars going 35 MPH! Within moments he saw his house come into view two houses away and skid to a stop. But, as luck would have it, he had been going so fast and the ground was so wet that his feet actually slid past his house and almost to the next block, nearly crashing into a pole. Kou’s entire face became red as he stomped back towards his house, now thoroughly embarrassed beyond belief.
“Welcome home son.” Lou said from the couch as Kou walked in, dripping wet. He was busy looking through several old books and manuscripts, scribbling notes on his notepad. As usual, Lou didn’t mind the fact that his son was dripping water onto the not so clean floor. “Is it raining outside?” he asked.
“Yea, it is.” Kou said a bit sourly, still feeling embarrassed by how the day had ended.
“Want to talk about it Kou?” Lou asked, his eyes never lifting up from his work.
“No, I’ll just be in my room.” Kou replied and went straight towards the hallway.
“Alright, but make sure you dry yourself.” Lou said, writing something on his notepad. “I don’t want you to catch a cold.”
I can’t even FEEL cold. Kou thought to himself as he walked down the hallway and through his door. Whenever his dad was absorbed in his work, he tended to forget the details of Kou’s…predicament. He knew his Dad didn’t mean to remind him of his abnormality, but he couldn’t help be a little frustrated. With great self control, Kou resisted slamming his fist into the wall, which would have left a very large hole to the outside. He DID, however, easily ripped his clothes from his body, literally, and threw them into the trash can. Before he pulled on some dry clothes, he paused to look at himself once again in the full length mirror.
To others, he was rather handsome. To him, he was hideous. Over eight feet tall, and wider then most people were tall. His wet muscles glistened in the dim light. Everywhere he looked he saw muscle. Muscle, muscle and more muscle. That’s all he could see on himself: muscle! Gargantuan pectorals, massive arms, thick neck and inhuman quads. Worst of all was that…that monstrosity between his legs! Oh, how he hated himself! Why couldn’t he have been born as a normal person! He felt his anger build up again, but before he let it go out of control he pulled on his clothes and turned deliberately away from the mirror. Why he even had that mirror he didn’t know. He was on the verge of breaking that mirror when the doorbell suddenly rang.
“Kou?” Lou called a moment later. “You better come out here.”
Kou, curious to who it could be, left his room and entered the living room. “What is it Da-“
Kou stopped, standing at the front door was Lucas, Hunter and Paige, all three of them supporting a very sickly looking Mark. The other three appeared perfectly fine, but Mark looked absolutely terrible. He was so pale, paler then usual. His face was drench with sweat and his breathing was somewhat heavy.
“Mark!” Kou said in surprise from Mark’s sudden appearance. “What are you-“
“Kou.” Mark him off. “Chris is in danger.”
* * *
It was cold. Chris’s whole body felt so damp and cold. His arms, his legs, even the ground against his back. It was cold and wet. Slowly Chris woke up to find himself lying on the ground of somewhere dim and dark, but where exactly he couldn’t tell. As Chris fought the last bit of drowsiness, he suddenly realizes that he was stark naked!
“So you’re finally awake.”
Chris shot up and crawled away from that voice. Sitting on a crate was Damien, still looking hot as ever but this time he had a frightening air to him now. Chris crawled back even more, only to hit the cold wall. In an attempt for modesty he covered his privates with his hands. “Who are you, and what have you done with my clothes?” Chris said as bravely as he could muster.
“Now, now,” Damien shook his head, “is that the way you treat someone your about to do it with?”
“D-d-da-“ Chris’s eyes went wide. “DO IT!?”
Damien smirked as he got off of the crate. “You were so eager before.” He said as he laid one hand on his sexy, flat stomach. “How your eyes filled with lust when you look at me. How your breathing becomes shallow when you are near me. Admit it, I make you hot.”
“Oooh..” Chris whimpered as he felt his dick spring up. Shit, he was getting hard. In this situation, it was both embarrassing and scary. “What…what are you?”
Damien shrugged. “Like you said, I’m a demon. Incubi to be precise.”
Incubi. Chris thought quickly, trying to remember his limited knowledge of the supernatural. Wasn’t that a…a sex demon? Chris’s eyes widened even more. If Chris remembered correctly, an Incubus could suck a person’s soul out through sex! And right now, his erection was brining him one step closer to that goal. “N-no!” Chris said, pressing harder against the wall. “I won’t let you!”
“Oh I think you will.” Damien said as he got closer to Chris. “See, no one can resist me. At least, not for long. I’m the hottest thing on Earth baby, and nothing gets away from me that hasn’t been burned by my passionate sex. And you, my lucky pet, are going to get the star treatment!” With a swift jerk, he ripped his shirt down the middle and revealed his torso. Chris breathed in sharply. As he had expected, Damien’s torso was flawless. Two big slabs of pectorals, a deep cut abdominal and an unbroken tan. Chris grunted as he tried to keep his mind straight as he was suddenly flooded with about twenty different sexual urges.
“Just give in,” Damien said as he approached Chris, now in hand’s reach away. “You know you want it. You need it.” Damien reaches out and rubs Chris’s smaller body. Those strong hands explored freely, his strong hands feeling squeezing in all of Chris’s sensitive places. Damien seemed to now exactly where and how to make Chris go wild. And Damien didn’t feel a need to hold back. He exploited every sweet spot on Chris’s body.
Oh God… Chris stifled another moan. This was wrong. Wrong! Chris was revolted, but at the same time he completely aroused this! He tried to struggle, but all of the energy in his body was being sapped away from the pure pleasure he was receiving. He was so aroused that he was virtually paralyzed! Chris had to bite his lip in order to keep himself from crying out as Damien casually licked one of his nipples. Dammit, why the hell did he have to have sensitive nipples! Despite his efforts, there was nothing he could do about his throbbing cockhead.
Damien smiles when he sees this. He bends down and playfully lick the sweat off of Chris’s chest. “Oh, you taste so good!” Damien laughs. “You’re the best I’ve ever had! Oh, I can’t wait until after you finally cum! Oh, I’m getting hard just thinking about it!”
Chris’s eyes flickers down where Damien’s equipment was bulging against the restrains of his tight pants. No, I can’t. Chris struggled with himself. I….I can’t!
“You like this…” Damien whispers into Chris’s ear before nuzzling it, giving Chris goose bumps all over. “You like me, don’t you? You want to feel me up, you want to worship my body, you want to give yourself entirely to me.”
N….no…. Chris felt his will being to crumble from hear that seductive voice.
“Give me your everything.” Damien said as he reached down and softly rubbed Chris’s pulsating member. “Give me your mind. Your body.” Damien leaned forward to Chris’s ear, a seductive smile on his lips.
“Your soul.” He said chillingly
* * *
“What do you mean he’s in danger?” Kou echoed. The words had caught him off guard, so he didn’t know how to react. “From what? How do you know?”
“I…” Mark started, but then cuts off, breathing rather heavily. He begins to topple over, but Hunter Paige and Lucas quickly grabbed him.
“Easy Mark.” Hunter said. “You’re still ill.” Together with the other two, they helped carry Mark to the couch, which Lou quickly vacated to allow young Mark some room to breathe. “You shouldn’t even be here. You should be in bed, resting.”
“This is too important for rest.” Mark replied, wiping his face. “And besides, how else are you going to find him?”
“Can someone please tell me what’s going on?” Kou asked loudly.
“Just give me a moment.” Mark panted. He took several deep breaths, then turned towards Kou. “A demon has kidnapped Chris.”
The news hit Kou like a bucket of ice water. “Wh….what?”
“Some time ago, I felt a massive wave of fear and arousal through the link I share with Chris.” Mark explained. “From what I can tell from that few brief moments, Chris was approached by a demon in disguise and was kidnapped.”
“Then…what are we just standing here for!?” Kou yelled and bolted towards the door, only to be stopped by Paige and Lucas. Paige weakened Kou severely which Lucas increased his size and strength in order to push him back.
“And where are you going to start looking for him, huh bro?” Lucas grunted as he held Kou back. His muscles had already filled his long sleeved shirt and were threatening to rip at any moment.
“To the school!” Kou yelled, angry at the two for stopping him. “I’ll follow his scent from there and-“
“Has your brain completely shut off?” Paige said. Unlike Lucas, she was simply making sure to keep a hand on Kou in order to drain his strength. “It’s raining you nimrod! There’s no way you can track down Chris that way!”
“But I have to do something!” Kou bellowed. “He’s my friend god-dammit!”
“Calm down Kou.” Lou said, stepping forward and placing a hand on one of his son’s shoulder blades. “Being impulsive won’t help Chris.”
“Running aimlessly around town will not help us locate Chris.” Hunter said calmly. “For now, we need to think of another way before we make any hasty rescue missions.”
Kou considered Hunter’s words in his mind. After a few moments he finally stepped down, though his face still twisted in worry. “Alright, how can we find Chris?” Kou said finally.
“We’re still working on that detail.” Hunter said, rubbing his chin. “Normally in a kidnapping case, Mark uses his powers to ‘feel’ where the victim is.”
“Then can’t you do that with Chris?” Kou turned hopefully towards Mark, but Mark shook his head.
“No matter how hard I try, I could never make a clear connection with Chris.” Mark said, looking a bit sorry. “The strongest my connection to his is tentatively at best.”
“Why’s that?” Lou asked.
“Chris has the most closed mind I’ve ever come across so far.” Mark explained. “In the past I was able to get past those mental barriers, but Chris’s is exceptionally tightly sealed up.”
Lou frowned. “I was under the impression that you could connect yourself to anything, even demons. How is it that Chris is different?”
Mark shook his head. “I can’t explain that. All I know is that Chris is keeping something locked up inside, and refuses to let it out.”
Kou frowned. Chris was keeping something from him? Kou thought that he and Chris were good enough friends to share things like that, but now that Kou thought about it perhaps not. Kou had revealed his darkest secrets to Chris, yet Chris was very quiet about his past. The fact that Kou had never heard anything about Chris’s parents, uncle or even his childhood memories was perplexing. In fact, Kou had never even been to Chris’s house, or met his uncle either. The more Kou thought about it, the more Kou realizes that he knew nothing about Chris.
As Kou was thinking this, he suddenly felt his face flush. Kou tried to ignore it, but his face grew hotter and hotter until it was almost unbearable. It wasn’t just his face; the heat was spreading through his entire body. Not only that, but Kou felt a tightening feeling around his heart. Then, the familiar feeling of fear and arousal began to grow once again, only this time it was much, much worse.
Mark’s head snapped towards Kou, his eyes wide with surprise. “Kou, what’s wrong with you?”
“What is it Kou?” Lou said as he went to support his son, who appeared to be on the verge of a panic attack.
“Wait…could it be…?” Mark said as he got up from the couch and went to Kou. He reached up and touched Kou’s forehead, which was covered in sweat. “I see…”
“See what?” Luke asked as he got in closer.
Mark turned his head towards the others, but kept his hands on Kou’s forehead. “Kou and Chris has made a connection with each other. I should’ve noticed this sooner.”
“Wait, doesn’t that mean you can find Chris now?” Paige said.
“Can you…do that?” Kou panted, his legs starting to shake.
“I can.” Mark said rather confidently. “Ready?”
“Yes.” Kou said, unsure what Mark was going to do. To allow Mark to reach him easier, Kou knelt down on one knee and closed his eyes.
“Alright, here we go.”
* * *
“Come on, you’ll feel much better after you stop fighting.” Damien said as he tweaked Chris’s nipple. Chris responded with a strained grunt as he gritted his teeth to prevent himself from giving in to the waves of pleasure. His limbs twisted and jerked as he tried with every ounce of strength he had available to hold off his impending orgasm.
“This is starting to drag on.” Damien faked a yawn. “Though, I’ll have to admit that you’re the first person to last this long. I think it’s time I take advantage of your little fetish.”
Oh God, please tell me he doesn’t knows what it is! Chris screamed in his mind.
Damien reached down and took Chris’s hand into his. Slowly, he brought it up to his chest, pressing Chris’s fingers into the firm pec muscles. Chris was completely helpless as Damien forced his hand to knead and massage Damien’s pecs. Slowly, Chris began to feel his defenses weaken as he felt all that strong muscle under his hand. Damien moved Chris’s hand from his pecs up to his free arm, which he flexed proudly. A sphere the size of a baseball arose on that arm, and Chris let out a low, sensual moan.
“That’s it…..come on, just let yourself go.” Damien whispered as he squeezed Chris’s hand into his own bicep.
“N…no….” Chris grunted, fighting the urges to reach down and masturbate. “I….c-can’t…”
“Still resisting, huh?” Damien sneered. “Well, I guess I’ll have to amp this up a bit.” Damien then looked at his arm, his face set in firm concentration. At first, nothing seemed to be happening, but then Chris began to feel something move underneath his hand. It felt as if his hand was slowly being pushed, but Damien’s arm was holding still in the air and he his bicep was already flexed. Yet, slowly, the ball of muscle in his hand felt as if it were getting bigger and bigger…
Chris’s eyes widened. It was getting bigger! And not just Damien’s bicep; all of his muscles were growing! It was very subtle and gradual, but they were indeed growing. Damien pecs became firmer, more pronounced. His abs crunched and became an even more cut and defined 8-pack. And down below, Damien’s erect cock swelled bigger and bigger until it was at a jaw dropping 9 inches.
“How do you like me now?” Damien said as he bounced his pecs. “Do you think I’m big enough for you?”
More then enough, Chris thought. Oh, how he wanted to caress that body, to feel the hardness of those muscles with both of his hands. He should just give in and give in to the extreme pleasure he was feeling. Chris’s left foot raised up to step toward Damien.
NO!
Chris bit down on his lip hard, hard enough to cause his lip to bleed. The pain was enough to snap him out of his mindless trance so he could stagger backwards, away from Damien. He couldn’t give in! If he did, he’d be worse then dead!
“Ah, now you ruined the moment.” Damien shook his head. “You could’ve just had the greatest feeling you’d ever feel in your life and you decide to back out.” As Damien spoke, he got in closer to Chris. “It’s been fun, but I’m starting to get a little hungry for some soul food, so I’m going to cut to the chase.” Damien wrapped his arms around Chris’s neck and smiled broadly. “I normally don’t have to go this far, but for you, I’ll make an exception.”
“W…what a..re you…?” Chris was so weak and worn out that he could barely speak. The rest of his strength was being used to resist Damien with every fiber of his being.
“I’m getting you to climax, of course.” Damien then pressed his lips against Chris’s.
Once again, Chris felt his strength drain from him as he experienced one of the most sensual kisses he has ever had. His knees began to shake violently as he felt the last bit of his will begin to crumble. Chris could only close his eyes to hide what was going to happen from himself.
As Chris waited, he began to notice something….strange. The kiss, which was at an orgasmic level, gradually became less…arousing. Instead, it felt more like suckling. The feeling grew stronger as Damien’s tongue became more forceful. Even Damien’s grip on Chris became even rougher and more painful then before. Soon it completely lost it’s erotic feeling and became more like torture.
Chris pushed against Damien’s chest, trying to break free, but Damien was stronger then Chris so it had no effect. Instead, the chest seemed to push back against Chris, growing firmer, fuller…
Chris’s eyes widened as he realized what was going on. Damien was growing again! Though he was still lip locked with Damien, Chris was still able to look downwards enough to see what has happening. Damien’s arms blew up to 20 inches and still growing. His chest inflated like two extra large party balloons, pushing Chris’s hands apart. His abs rippled, becoming more defined then anything Chris had ever seen. There wasn’t a shred of fat anywhere! His quads expanded, touching each other with their massive girth. What caught Chris’s attention most of all was Damien’s manhood. It had been about 9 inches before, flaccid. However now it was hardening as blood pumped down into it, making it swell bigger. Longer, wider, thicker, Chris’s eyes grew along with Damien’s length. 12, 13, 14 inches and still growing!
Chris’s attention was broken when Damien suddenly bit his lip savagely. Chris’s cry of pain was muffled since Damien had his mouth under his control. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, Damien finally pulls back. Damien’s suave, seductive look was now completely gone. It was now replaced with a look of a madman. His lips had traces of blood on it, and his eyes…they were no longer rational or had any life. They were filled with insatiable hunger.
“So sweet…” Damien muttered, as if in a daze. “More…MORE!” Damien lunges onto Chris, knocking him back onto the floor and bites Chris’s shoulder, drawing blood. Chris cried out as Damien began sucking his blood. He kicked and flailed, but he couldn’t get Damien’s increasingly growing body off of him, he was simply too weak and worn out.
Damien was now reaching inhuman proportions, a physique closer to Kou’s usual form. Veins popped out everywhere, covering the giant muscles that rolled and pressed against each other as they grew. In fact, the entire situation was distinctly similar to the one Chris had been in when Kou had drank his blood for the first time. Though Chris was in pain, his dick grew hard once more as his muscle fetish began to cloud his mind. He couldn’t help it, Damien was so big, so strong…it made him hard just thinking about it!
Damien suddenly stops attacking Chris and lifts his head, sniffing the air. A low, frightening growl escaped his lips as another, more familiar, hunger resurfaced in his mind. Damien pulls back and reaches down with his now huge hands and grabs Chris. His hands were now so large and strong that they could easily crush the life out of Chris with as much effort as crushing a soda can. Instead, he flipped Chris over roughly, exposing his naked rear to him.
Startled, Chris looked back and blanched from what he saw. Damien was on his knees, but he still towered over him. Everywhere on his body there was bulging globes of muscle pulsing and flexing as Damien’s body tensed up. Damien’s massive tool, now a 15 inch monster, was pulsating and aching for release.
Chris began to tremble violently as he realizes what Damien intended to do. He tried to push himself up, but his strength gave away and he fell down again. Not that it would matter anyhow; he was trapped in a locked room anyhow, with no clue to where he was except for a few marked crates. There was no escape for Chris. No escape from Damien.
Damien grinned evilly as he poised himself.
“No…” Chris whimpered.
Damien began to lower himself, bringing himself closer.
“Please no…” Chris pleaded, knowing full well that Damien wouldn’t listen.
Damien placed the tip of his tool against Chris’s hole, preparing himself to enter.
“Someone…anyone…help me…”
Damien laughed and then-
“CHRIS!” Kou roared, leaping up onto his feet. The suddenly movement caught Mark off guard as Kou’s rising pec shelf struck his chin hard enough to knock him back.
But Kou didn’t care. All that mattered was Chris! Kou started towards the door, but everyone was already moving in to restrain him, to hold him back, to waste valuable seconds while Damien…
“Kou, just calm-” Paige stated, reaching outwards.
“GET OUT OF MY WAY!” Kou screamed. They were trying to stop him. They were going to tie him down, prevent him from saving Chris! Kou’s body reacted instantly as he grabbed his father, who was already reaching for the safety charm. Kou threw him into Paige and Lucas, who had both reached outwards to both drain Kou’s strength and gain it to push him down. The three of them crashed into the ground rather hard, the wind knocked out of all of them. Kou jumped over the still stunned Mark. Kou didn’t even bother with Hunter and busted down the door as he went outside into the pouring rain and began running. He didn’t need to know where Chris was being held anymore. Somehow, he felt Chris. He couldn’t describe it any other way. He could actually feel where Chris was, and it was calling to him. Calling for help!
And so Kou ran. He ran through the rain. Cars screeched as he ran through the streets without looking or being careful. Cars screeched. Lights flashed. People yelled. All of those weren’t important. Kou ran and ran, everything becoming a blur to him. Before he knew it, he was in front of an old, run down department store in an overlooked lot.
Without even hesitating, he went to the boarded up door and ripped it off of its hinges. As Kou entered the building, his nose immediately picked up Chris’s scent. With this sweet, alluring aroma, Kou could find him blindfolded at the bottom of a well. Following the trail, Kou ran between the rows of empty racks, up the shut down escalator and onto the second floor. There, he headed towards the back walls. The strange, pulling sensation became strongest when he touched the wall with his hands. Kou figured that this was where the storerooms for the stock had been, and Chris was being held just behind this wall!
Kou didn’t have time to waste looking for the door. He pulled back his arm and threw all of his strength into a single punch. The wall exploded inwards, showering two forms with plaster and dry wall. One was a hulking monster, as big as…no, slightly smaller then Kou. The demon looked back at Kou in surprise and, to Kou’s immense pleasure, fear. The other form was underneath Damien’s legs, lying facedown. The body was covered with blood and a milky white substance that Kou knew all too well. The body was also very silent and limp.
Unspeakable rage shook Kou. With a scream that could shatter glass, Kou lashed out and struck Damien in the shoulder, sending him flying through the far wall and into the next room. Kou’s breathing became like that of a raging beast as he started to go after Damien, fully intent on crushing that monster’s body to dust. As he was halfway through that small room, however, a small, weak groan from Chris stopped him in his tracks.
Slowly, Kou forced himself to turn and look at Chris. Chris was…alive, if not unconscious. The sight of that mangled body was almost all Kou could bear. “C…..Ch…..” Kou tried to say his name, but the words couldn’t come out. He fell to his knees next to Chris and reached out with his shaking hands. When he touched Chris, he flinched back momentarily before he picked him up and hugged Chris close to his body. Chris completely enveloped and almost lost within all that bulk, but Kou held him carefully.
“I’m sorry.” Kou said, fighting back the urge to break down and cry. He buried his face into Chris’s hair. Immediately Chris’s scent filled him. Kou was suddenly aware of all of the blood and semen on Chris. Kou felt his mouth begin to water. Maybe one bite wouldn’t hurt…
Kou shook his head. No! He mustn’t think of those things. Chris was…Chris was…
“Kou!”
Kou snapped his head up and looked behind him. Lucas, Paige and Hunter were running towards the hole Kou had made.
“You guys…” Kou’s voice nearly cracked. “Chris is….Chris is…”
Paige blanched when she saw Chris’s pale body. “Is he…?”
Hunter jumped through the hole and checked Chris for a pulse. “He’s unconscious.” He reported. “However, he’s worn out both physically and mentally.”
“Where is that bastard?” Lucas said coldly. For the first time since Kou had met him, Lucas seemed positively furious. “When I get my hands on him, he’ll wish he stayed in hell.”
“Not before I do.” Paige said, looking equally, if not more, furious as Lucas.
“Kou, where did he go?” Hunter asked.
“I…he…” Kou could only look at the other hole dumbfounded. It was as if his mind completely shut down.
Hunter, however, seemed to have understood Kou as he went to the hole Damien had made when he crashed through it. “The door to this room is open. He probably escaped while we were distracted.” Hunter crawled through the hole, followed closely by Lucas.
“I’ll stay behind and help treat Chris.” Paige said as she knelt down next to Kou. “You two go on ahead.”
“Rodger that.” Lucas nodded and began to leave.
“Oh, and guys?”
Hunter and Lucas stopped and looked back in.
“Make sure to really hurt him. Slowly.” She said, sounding positively evil.
Lucas flashed a big, equally evil grin. “Will do.” And then they were gone.
* * *
Damien leaned against a wall, grunting in pain from the injury he had received. The last thing he had expected was for another demon to appear just after he had climaxed for the fifth time. It was partially his fault for letting his guard down, but he never felt anything like that before. He had never felt so…so alive! As a demon, Damien had a craving for blood like the next imp, but Chris’s blood was something that made him willing to fight the entire demonic race for. Never had he tasted anything so sweet and blissfully addicting! Not only was Chris’s blood taste great, Damien felt his power grow to a whole new level, as did his body. He could never have reached this size with his normal transformation powers.
Damien opened and closed his hand repeatedly. He experimented flexing a few muscles and watching them bulge. So this is what it felt to be big. It felt good. But he wanted more. If he was going to beat a brute like that other demon, he would need to get even bigger.
“I must have more.” Damien said to himself. “I’ll just have to think of a way to take him back…”
“I’m afraid you don’t have enough time for that.”
Damien jumped around. Behind him was a small, frail and sickly looking guy.
Damien smirked, resisting the urge to laugh at this pitiful excuse of meat. “Oh? And what do you mean by that?”
“I meant that you are going to move onto the next world very soon.” Mark said chillingly.
“And I suppose you’re going to have something to do with that?” Damien reached out intending to get rid of this troublesome kid. However, when he was only a few inches from touching Mark, his hand froze.
“What…?” Damien tried to move, but his entire body seemed to be frozen in place.
“You made a terrible mistake when you messed with my friends.” Mark looked at Damien with cold, dark eyes.
“What the hell did you do to me!?” Damien yelled, still trying to order his body to move.
“You think that’s bad? How about this?” Mark made a small, almost bored wave of his hand.
Suddenly Damien’s body felt like it was ignited on fire. He cried out from the indescribable pain that coursed through his body. It was as if every molecule in his body was slowly being pulled apart.
“I hope you’re enjoying yourself right now.” Mark said, un-relentless in his attack. “Because, where you’re about to go, you’ll be feeling much, much worse.”
“I ain’t afraid of hell!” Damien screamed out both in defiance and pain.
“Oh, I’m not so kind enough to send you off to hell.” Mark leaned in so that his face was only centimeters away from Damien’s. “Though, you’ll spend an eternity wishing you were.”
Damien’s face went pale as he realized Mark was being absolutely honest. “No…please no!”
Mark turned around and began to walk away, ignoring Damien’s cries of pain and mercy. “Vanish away into oblivion.” He said poetically and snapped his fingers. Abruptly, the screams vanished and the old, abandoned store was once again as dead silent as a coffin.
* * *
“How could I have missed it?” Kou buried his face into his hands. “How could I have let this happen to him?”
After they had gotten Chris home, Lou immediately took charge and took Chris into Kou’s bedroom, locking everybody out. Kou, with nothing else to do, paced around the living room and continued to mope.
“It’s partly my fault.” Paige hunger her head, looking equally guilty. “I should have been more alert. Usually when these demons come to school, we’re on them right away, but I let myself get distracted…”
“You mean there were others?” Kou lifted his head, surprised.
“What, you didn’t think you were the only one, did you?” Paige half forced a smile. “You wouldn’t believe how many demons try to sneak in and do all sorts of stuff. Our freshman year looked like a season from Buffy the Vampire Slayer.”
“Buffy the what?”
At that time the living room door opened and Hunter came in. Close behind him was Lucas, carrying an unconscious Mark in his strong arms.
“What happened?” Paige said, quickly getting up from her seat.
“He met up with Damien after he disappeared on us. Unfortunately, Mark used up much more energy then usual against Damien without us weakening him first. Combined with his illness, it is surprising Mark didn’t kill himself outright.” Hunter reported.
“And what about Damien?” Kou asked.
Lucas shivered. “You don’t want to know.”
Paige’s eyes widened, then she smiled broadly. “Oh, I see what he did.”
Kou raised an eyebrow. “Exactly what did Mark do?”
Lucas shook his head wildly. “Please, don’t ask about it. It still freaks me out whenever I think about it.”
Kou frowned. “Did Damien…suffer?”
“More then you could possibly know.” Hunter said in a calm manner. “But let us get back to our current situation. Is there anywhere we may allow Mark to rest for awhile?”
Kou thought about it. “My Dad is working on Chris in my room, so I guess you can use his room for now. It’s on the second floor, last door to the right.”
“Thank you.” Hunter said as he headed towards the hall with Lucas trailing behind him. As they entered the hall, Lou exited.
“Dad!” Kou said, suddenly filled with worries again. “How is Chris? Is he…is he…?”
“He’ll be fine.” Lou comforted his son. “I may be a doctor in archeology, but I know enough to handle things like this.”
“How is he?” Paige asked in a weak voice.
“Very weak.” Lou sighed. “Luckily his wounds were shallow, so they were easy enough to treat, but being ra…” He trailed off and coughed, obviously uncomfortable. “Er…I mean attacked like that is just a bit unpredictable. My guess would be that being attacked both physically and mentally at the same time will have some sort of shock on him, though we won’t know for sure until he wakes up.”
Kou didn’t know if he should feel relieved or worried. However, he did know one thing.
“Can I…Can I see him?” Kou asked.
Lou smiled. “Sure. Just don’t wake him up though; he’s been through a tough ordeal.”
“A-alright.” Kou croaked and went to his room. His room was darkly lit and rather gloomy. The only light source was a single lamp on the stand next to the bed. Quietly, Kou pulled a chair next to the bed and sat down.
Chris looked…serene while he was asleep. Though Chris was probably the plainest looking person in school, to Kou, that sleeping face on his bed was that of an angel. An angel that he, a demon, wanted to…to…
Suddenly Chris began to stir. Immediately Kou leaned in closer anxiously. Should he call his dad? Or should he wait and see what happens first? But then again, after everything that had happened between them, it would be terribly awkward, so Kou stood up and started to leave.
At that moment, Chris’s eyes fluttered open. Though he was conscious, his mind was still covered in a fog like haze. As he gazed up at his surroundings, he saw a massive blurry outlined in the dark, standing high and tall over him. Panic swept over him as the recent event flashed like lightning through his mind. “Get away!” Chris yelled hoarsely, scrambling away from the hulking creature. The figure recoiled back, but then began to reach out with those bulky arms. “Get away you monster!”
Kou froze. He felt like someone stabbed a knife into his heart. Slowly, he began to move back as the full weight of Chris’s words set in.
By this time, Chris’s eyes and mind cleared enough to see that he was no longer trapped in that room. And that figure in front of him wasn’t Damien. And he had just called him a monster.
Oh crap, Chris thought. “Kou, I-”
“Don’t look at me, please.” Kou said, turning away. “I…I am a monster, after all.”
Chris crawled to the edge of the oversized bed. “Kou, you’re not a monster.”
“Don’t say things like that!” Kou’s fist clenched tightly. The veins on his forearm exploded outwards. “I am a monster! Don’t try to tell me that I’m not! I’m a monster, a demon, just like Damien!”
“You and Damien are not alike.” Chris said as he sat up.
“We are exactly alike.” Kou sobbed. Chris couldn’t see anything behind that broad, defined back, but he knew Kou was crying again. “I…I still want you, Chris. Every n-night I k-keep thinking about your b….b…” Kou couldn’t even force out the word ‘blood.’ “I keep visualizing that day over and over inside my h-head, how good it tasted, how warm it felt. Every day a-at school, it takes everything I g-got to keep myself f-from…from…Oh God, I’m horrible!” Kou’s shaking began to grow stronger.
“Kou…” Chris stood up and began to walk towards him.
“Don’t come any closer!” Kou said, taking a few steps forward in response to Chris’s approach.
“Kou, don’t be stupid, I’m your friend!” Chris reached outwards.
“What kind of sick monster wants to eat his own friend!?” Kou took another step away from Chris, but then his knee gave away and he crashed into the ground with a heavy thud. Immediately Chris was at his side. Chris tried to pull Kou up, but Kou was just too heavy.
“Kou, are you alright?” Chris asked as he placed his hands on Kou’s shoulder and tried to shake him. The shoulder didn’t even budge an inch.
“I…I s-saw through your eyes what it f-felt like.” Kou said with his face in the ground. “I s-saw how much you w-were afraid. I…I felt how you did, and when you looked at Damien, you saw me instead!”
“Kou…” Chris was at lost for words. “That…that was…”
“I thought if I didn’t become your friend in the f-first place, you wouldn’t have been hurt so…so badly. So I…I tried to stay away from you, so I wouldn’t hurt you.”
“But-”
“I attacked you, Chris.” Kou continued. “I saw you as a piece of meat. And then, Mark and the others, they kidnapped you to g-get to me. And now, because I was so selfish, you got hurt again. And it’s my entire fault.”
Chris punched down on Kou’s head as hard as he can. “You idiot!” Chris yelled.
Kou raised his head and twisted it around in surprise.
Chris punched Kou’s cheek. Kou didn’t really feel it, but it still shocked him.
“Do you have any idea how I felt during these past few weeks?” Chris began pounding on Kou’s back. “Do you know how lonely I felt without you there with me? Do you? You’re not a monster you say you are, Kou, you’re a saint!”
“But I-”
“Shut up and let me finish!” Chris cut him off. “I know that you still wanted me, but you resisted! You didn’t give in to your temptations, no matter how strong it was, you were always stronger then it! You are always selfless and caring, thinking about me over your own happiness. You wanna know why I’m still your friend? Because I…I care about you. I…I don’t know what to do if I don’t have you in my life…Without you, I’m…I’m nothing.”
Kou laid there on the ground, speechless. After awhile he turned over and looked directly at Chris. “But…but aren’t you afraid? Aren’t you afraid I’ll do to you the same thing Damien did?”
Chris averted his eyes. He knew he couldn’t hide the truth from Kou, the hum- er, demon lie detector. “I…I am. It was…very hard on me. I was so scared that I was going to die.” Chris then forced himself to look and Kou and smile.
“But at least I’m not a virgin anymore.” He said painfully. Then he collapsed into Kou’s arms, shaking and crying while Kou gently rubbed Chris’s back.
“I won’t let anything happen to you ever again.” Kou whispered. “I promise.”