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Title: KAAMOS (A Tale For Grown-up Kids)
Author: Robby a.k.a. Mr Naked
Rating: NC17/AU
Pairing: everyone and then some more
Disclaimer: I was smoking some really good stuff when I came up with this.
Betas: Ketene & Hannelore_K

KAAMOS (A Tale For Grown-up Kids)
Part II. The Mark Has Been Made
Chapter 19.

It is only me here, as far as I can see, just me with myself. And no one can reach into here to free me. Sometimes not even myself.

Upset, I throw the bowl with food into a wall.

I stop again under the trap door and look upward, at the source of the white motionless light, until my eyes start to hurt.

I have to get out of here!

Once again I stretch out my arms and sneak my fingers through the holes of the trap door, grabbing the rotten yet solid wood into my palms. I tighten my grip and push.

Nothing!

I need to get out of here, before I choke!

I squeeze the wood into my palms and push again.

Fucking thing doesn’t even move!

Get me out of here!

I lean my head backward; I squeeze my eyes, all my fibers tense on my arms and my back as I push again the trap door.

This horrid howl tears off my chest as I push harder. The wood breaks with a dry squeal, splinters stick in my fingers and in my forearms’ skin. But…

I’m free!

I climb up from my pit; I’m in a hallway, a big place with walls made of cubical stone. Here and there on the ceiling are spotlights, a white and frozen light. At first I think that I’m alone, but my ear catches sounds, like a hissing and scratching. A grunt. A suppressed groan. Something like a demented chuckle. The hissing again. But I can’t see much beyond the circles of light made by the spots on the ceiling, the walls and the corners of the places being sunk in complete darkness. I take a few cautious steps. I see somewhere on my left something like two blue flames flickering but only for a split of a second. Then I hear the chuckle again.

What’s this?

I step toward the point I saw the flames, but then I feel it under my bare feet. The wooden grid; I hear motion sounds under me, and a grunt. I jump, panicked, just before that hand reaches out through the grid to grab my foot. For a few seconds I remain motionless, tense, ready for attack, but no one is trying to get me. I hear only the breathing, the hissings, the scratches, the groans and chuckles whispering, and an occasional howl.

I relax and straighten my back as I look around; on the floor I see those wooden grids. Behind me I see the bars separating me from something resembling an animal curled into a corner. A cell! And those grids cover pits just like mine. And in those pits are living beings. Are they humans like me, or what are they? I am wondering and I scratch my shaved head.

I look along the hallway: on my right – light, shadow, light, shadow; on my left – light, shadow, light, shadow. Which way?

I step carefully, avoiding placing my feet on the wooden grids, until I get under the spotlight, right in the middle of the hallway. That’s when I realize the heavy smell of living bodies confined in a closed space. Judging by the sounds, most of them are asleep or hiding silently in the shadows. I start walking again; this hall must end somewhere, there must be a door to – whatever. As I walk slowly, carefully, trying to be as quiet as possible, I notice that on both my sides there are cells aligned, one near another, like in a prison or, better, like at a Zoo. I can’t see much of who is in those cells because the light doesn’t reach there. I can spot here and there shapes of what I think are human bodies, but most of the times I see only their eyes sparkling in the pitch dark. They make me think of dangerous animals, that would jump on and devour anyone who’d have the misfortune to cross their path, but in the same time do not dare to let themselves be seen.

I continue my walk hoping that the bars and the grids aren’t that easy to break like those of my pit were. I feel the coldness of the slabs under my bare feet; it makes me shiver a bit. I embrace my own torso, my own skin is like frozen, it feels like snake skin. But I have to get out of here, I’m thinking, and continue my walk along this hallway that seems to never end: light, shadow, light, shadow. Grunts, whispers, laughs, chuckles, cries, groans, roars, hissing or just breathing; light, shadow, light, shadow. This sneer makes me stop where I am and look to my right. In the pool of darkness there are the two blue-green flames flickering. But the owner doesn’t make them disappear in the darkness of the cell; those eyes seem to be staring at me. Then I hear this suppressed growl, something so primal, yet holding me there, sparking my curiosity.

A sudden squeal from somewhere way behind me makes me twist my head. I recall that someone fed me a bowl of food, so there must be a caretaker of this place. A guardian. This thought makes my heart flinch. I should avoid being caught by that guardian.

I look back at that cell; that pair of eyes appears to be closer. And they are getting slowly closer and closer to the bars. I take one step back, and then another. The eyes are a few inches from the bars, their owner standing still in the darkness; I can only see the toes of his bare feet. It’s a he, I know it, and he is wrapped in this thick scent of bare skin and heated flesh. I can feel his presence so acute, I know he is scanning me and inhaling my own scent of bare skin and heated flesh. I know he can sense the fast pounding of my heart, just as loud as I can hear it in my ears, just as clear as I know he is all tensed, yet in control, getting ready to attack.

BAM!

His whole body slams into the bars of his cell, his loud groan, and his hand stretched out at me, to grab me, to squeeze me, to break my frigging neck! This howler – I start running in the same instant when he jumps on the bars of his prison.

And I’m running faster even than my frightened thoughts, as around me, those locked in pits and cells murmur, groan, yell, cry, laugh, howl and shout, chuckle and giggle madly! They know it, the face! The face! I saw his face! I shiver, horrified by the realization! The face! And I run even faster, as if he’d be able to break free and follow me! Oh, God! I run faster as if all those there would be able to break free and follow me, get me, destroy me!

I should turn the page! Why didn’t I think of it until now? The page! The damn page!

I focus on the page, I can almost see it with my mind’s eye – my body slams heavily into what I figure to be a massive wooden door, I feel the impact of my head on it and then…

*

Darkness. Pitch hell darkness. And I’m freezing. I embrace again my own torso. I am standing. I am shirtless, all I am wearing is this pair of pants - I can feel their edge around my waist; under my bare feet I feel coldness, coldness of tiles. I am thinking that I must be still in that place with the cells and pits; at least I’m wearing the same stuff like then. I touch my head to confirm that it’s shaved. This makes me feel even colder so I embrace myself again. I’m surrounded by darkness, so I don’t even dare to move in any way.

Maybe I didn’t turn the page; maybe I only managed to knock myself out and I was found and thrown in here. They must have punished me for escaping. Oh, this is not good at all!

I dare to reach out my hand, leaving my chest without its small protection, as I try to feel around me, to figure out where I am. But there’s nothing to feel, only the black cold air. Maybe I am in Hell.

I lean forward with my arm stretched out, but my fingers still don’t meet anything to cling onto. I put one foot in front of the other with a hesitant movement. One step.

Something catches my attention making me freeze on my spot. Squeaks.

I remain still trying to catch sounds of breathing, of large bodies locked in cells. Just another set of squeaks. Rats!

I turn my head. I squint my eyes. I can’t believe it. Somewhere, afar, I can spot a tiny sparkle. Light!

I decide to get there, to that yellow playful spot. I take a step. Then another. And another. Then I start walking, but careful about where I put my feet, not to stumble over anything while my gaze is stuck upon the only thing I can look at in the ocean of black.

Suddenly, I stop. It’s something I rather sense, like a presence. I think I just heard something. I wait for a few seconds, but all I can hear is the blood pumping through my own veins. Must be my imagination.

I put again one foot in front of the other, one step. Then another. And another. And I am walking again. The spot in front of me is growing slowly bigger.

And I freeze. I stand, holding my breath, listening to the darkness around me. I can swear that there’s someone else in here. But the moment I stop walking, they stop too. I wait, but there’s nothing but silence. Not even the rats squeaking.

I start breathing again and then I decide to resume my walking. One step, another step and another step. Then I stop again. I swear I can hear something. Someone. The moment I am making a step, that someone makes a step too. Not exactly in the same time with me though; there’s a slight delay, but this is how that someone intends it to be. As if they are trying to play with my mind. As if they are mocking me.

No, this is nonsense. When you’re shut in the dark, unable to see much, not knowing where you are, your mind starts playing tricks on you, of course. One step, two steps… I’m walking again looking only at the small light. Then I hear it clearer: someone is walking in the same time with me, for sure. I stop.

I should call out loud. I should tell whoever that is that I know they are there and to stop with this childish stuff.

I open my mouth. I think of the words, and formulate them, but from my throat escapes only this growl of an animal. I shut up, frightened, shivering in the dark, listening to the reverberations of my voice, tumbling against what I assume are the walls surrounding this place I am. At least once I have the light I’ll figure out more about where I am, if I’m alone or not and what I should do next.

So I start walking again, rushing my pace this time, and not giving a damn whether I’ll stumble or hurt my frozen bare feet. And I’m walking faster and faster toward the light, fighting with myself to ignore that sound of steps following mine.

A torch! On a wall made of huge cubes of stone! I can see it now. I’m running toward it. I’m going to grab it and light my way out of here. One jump, two jumps –

Something embraces me; these steel-strong arms over my chest grab me from behind and slam my body against the wall. There’s someone – this dark, strong silhouette I’m fighting with.

It’s a man, a man as tall as me. Built as big as me. He’s fighting with me, as I’m struggling, and as he’s fighting he’s laughing also, a deep and husky laugh, very familiar to me. He’s pinning me with my back against the sturdy wall. He grabs my wrists and pushes my hands above my head. I kick him with my foot, then my knee, but he just laughs even louder, like he doesn’t feel any pain.

I jerk my hands trying to escape the grip of his big palms, I twist my body, but I stand no chance. In the dim light I see this shadow leaning over me, undisturbed by my struggle. His full lips clutch over mine, he rams his tongue, a wet, strong and restless snake, into my mouth. Then he detaches a bit and clenches his teeth on my lip, biting hard, almost tearing off my flesh, then he straightens his back and he laughs again, as I dare to look at his face – reddish shapes carved by the dancing light cast by the flame of the torch.

Oh, fuck! Turn the page! His face! Turn the page, now! Fuck, not again!

The blue eyes, just like the blue eyes flickering in the shadowiness of the cells and of the pits covered by the wooden grids; the well-defined lips, the line of the jaw, oh, God, all those features; the black hair, the fringe falling over those blue eyes – the page, turn the page! – I know them, oh, so well, I know them, I saw them back then in that hallway, the same face on tens and hundreds of creatures locked in those cages, the same features, the same glare, I know them all, oh, so well, because it is my face, my jaw line, my lips, my blue eyes.

That man is me!

~ To Be Continued ~
- 18
- 19
- 20
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