Date: Thu, 21 Apr 2005 20:11:55 EDT
From: J
Subject: PETER PAN AND ME 49

Chapter 49: THE FULL BLOODY RETURN OF PETER PAN TO THE DUNGEON OF HATE


PREVIOUSLY  ON PETER PAN AND ME:
Tyler, Scen, and I were being held in the dungeon, far below the Tower
where Rober, Elise, and Peter thought I was being held. They had been
tricked by the treacherous brother of Tyler and Rober named Cameron.
Peter managed not to kill anyone thus far, even though, unknown to him
and I, two of our own Lost Boys, Pa're  and Barry, had perished in
slaying warriors of the six brothers to make a way out clear for us. And
while in the Tower, Rober was stabbed by one last desperate lunge from
Cameron, Peter emerged from the Tower Room into the Tower itself...where
he found not only thousands upon thousands of soldiers inside ready to
slay him, but a flying bicycle peddled by five boys and loaded with five
more boys who pointed their bows and arrows at him from the large open
space inside the Tower!

Waiting in the dungeon, I felt edgy and worried. I paced, ignoring
Tyler's ranting as he sat in the corner. To ignore Tyler was the thing to
do but it was also a fatal mistake. Jennie had been trying to reach me
telepathically. Scen was behind me, wondering what was going on. I had a
sense of unease as though we had lost some of the Lost Boys. At the very
least I knew some of them were wounded, such as Landen. Scen said, "Do
you think Peter will know we are not in the tower?"

"I don't know," I said, "I think it was one of Tyler's own brothers who
knocked me out."

Tyler was ranting quietly, "Brothers. Loyal to brothers. Loyal to church
and state. Loyal to my parents. I had to stay loyal to them."

"Is he?"

"I do not know," Scen said, "I am gravely worried about him."

"Maybe your Viking magic can do something?"

"Ahh, far be it from me to know any."   Scen said, "I do not. My father
forbid such things, saying to me it was a woman's work."

"Work?"  Tyler rocked, holding his knees as he did, "Women? We are men.
Men. I am a man. I am 16 now. I can do...I like the ladies. Me. Mmmm,
girls. Yeah, me like girls."

I didn't want to tell Scen that his lover's mind might be gone so I tried
again with Tyler. "Tyler, listen. The church, it fed you propaganda. It
wanted to keep you like the others there so that it could continue to
make you like them, stay like them, be with them and pay them the
offerings you paid them. The Cardinal wanted power. He ordered you to
kill your lover, here, Scen..."

Scen nodded and smiling, shook his head. Tyler said, "That...that's
true..."

"Your parents may have been prejudiced. Brought up in the Mid West.
Hating homo sexuals. But truth is homosexuals are just like everybody
else. There are good ones, bad ones, and in between ones. It is not
against the bible, not against God, in fact, God took Eve from Adam, so
in a sense Adam and Eve are one sex. One sex, homo means one. The Bible
been's twisted around from translations and made to make things today
look evil, somethings it was never meant to be used for are being used
for. You have to understand...there are also parts taken out and parts
changed and ...Scen? Scen, I think I'm getting through..."

In the Tower, Cameron removed his knife from Rober's chest and turned to
his recovering warriors. "GET OUT SIDE AND KILL PETER PAN AND TELL THE
OTHERS TO SLAY THE ONES IN THE DUNGEON, NOW! GO! GO AND KILL THE
PRISONERS!"

Elise grabbed Rober and looked at his wound from behind him. The warriors
ran out, "By the order of  the Sacred brothers, it is decreed that
brother Tyler, his demon spawn Viking lover Scen and the one called Chase
shall be slain! KILL THE PRISONERS!"  This was echoed in the entire Tower
down to the Dungeon. Warriors poured up at Peter but many poured down to
try to slay Chase, Scen, and Tyler in the dungeon.

Cameron turned to Rober and ran at him, "Now for you...kill a brother I
shall do!"  As he ran, Rober put his head down and shoved his head into
Cameron's head and they hit. As they split apart, Rober ran his sword
into his brother's fat belly and pushed and pushed. Cameron was pushed to
the window, gasping for mercy and air.

Rober shoved, "See if you can fly, brother, and away you go!"

Cameron fell with a heavy thud and his body rolled into the moat's fire
just from the impact itself.  Rober fell back and Elise caught him. She
laid him down to examine his wound, then started to tear at her dress.


Peter knew if he flew from the steps, the arrow boys below could fire
arrows at him and on top of that, the arrow boys on the flying bike could
also shoot at him. "That damned promise!"  Peter kneed a warrior in the
belly who was coming up at him.  Followed by hundreds upon hundreds of
others. And on top of that, there were seven warriors behind Peter now,
that came from the Tower, the ones he knocked out. "You see!"   Peter
snapped and swung his sword around. Arrows from the bike above had to be
hit. Peter couldn't hold them all off and if he flew, the arrow boys and
spear men from below could get a clear shot at him in the enclosed tower.
But two swords flew from above as Rober and Elise tossed the remaining
dead guards'  swords at the bike. "Good aim!"  The swords went into the
bike's spokes and downed the bicycle. "Ahhrrgh, no fair, no fair, I don't
get to kill anyone!"

"PETER!"  Rober pointed to the thousands on the steps!

Elise called, "They're going to kill Chase and Tyler and Scen!"

"I know!"  Peter swung his sword in a circle over his own head and
knocked the sword from a warrior behind him and another in front of him.
"And me, with this... silly promisee. Can you two get out of here before
they come after you  again??"

"We'll take the secret passage again,"   Elise said, holding Rober's
chest.

"Wounded? Is he...going to die?"  Peter was marveled at by Elise and
Rober, talking to them while also holding off   nearly twenty warriors
with vicious double sword play.

"I have it tied up already and it's not hit any vital organs," Elise
said.

"Good, get him out!"

As the bike hit stone ground, shattering everything on it and in it,
Elise and Rober needed no further prompting. Peter hit the seven or so
behind him down, getting their swords away from them and knocking them to
the wall with momentum and continued rocketing at them with his body.

As Peter flew up a bit and hit some arrows away, a few arrows passed him
and hit the chests of three of the men behind him.

A redheaded teen from below came up at Peter with two swords.  Peter
knocked the  red headed teen out of his way and de-sworded him and the
teen fell on the steps from a kick to the shins. But as Peter tried to
fly up, this same,  teen, taller, jumped on his back. "I got him, I got
him! I got him!"

"You see, I let you live and this is the thanks I get, you on my back
like this!"   Peter snarled, "Well, I've had enough. Promise or no
promise, that's it!"  Peter turned in the air and the guy fell off his
back to land on the steps. Peter landed and drove his left held sword
directly into the teen's curvy muscled belly, through it and out his back
into the two others that were coming up from behind that one. He shoved
hard, "Now I'm getting my game on, sorry Chase!"   As he stabbed these
three, his other sword found its way into the heart of another behind
him. Another behind him cowered on the steps. Peter stabbed him when he
was done with that one. He faced, having killed all the ones behind him
in a flash, the rest of the warriors on the steps and one by one as they
struggled to get up the steps to fight Peter, he began to slay them in an
uncontrolled and yet somehow managed anger. Peter made it work for him.
Men, boys, teenagers alike went down before his swords. Peter put down so
many in so short a time, he had to walk on their bodies as he fought one
after another, semi flying, semi jumping, yelping and yelling at them in
boyish rage and battle cries. He was wounded a few times himself, in the
right side, the left shoulder, a long slice on his chest from high up on
the right side of  his right  pec  to the lower skin beneath his left
pec, and then he shoved a warrior, a tall lean bottom heavy on the belly
blond kid, up against the brick stone wall. The warrior puffed at him and
Peter held out the other sword, as he laid the right  sword against the
kid's chest sideways, "Don't kill me, puh lease! Have mercy! I'm new at
this game!!"

"Game?"  To Peter the game and the reality were one. If you ruined the
game, you ruined the reality facade of it and that was a crime. "This is
no game!"   Peter held out his other sword to pin brave souls trying to
rush to try to best him...only to find they rushed to their pinned death
on his sword as he wiggled it in them. Shaking them off , he waved the
sword and didn't even care to know that the men, boys, and teens were now
hesitant about rushing him...his attention was on the teen he had on the
wall. He let the sword away from the chest and the teen lunged at him,
yelling. Peter nodded, "You kidding me!"

The teen held up his hands but Peter drove his sword into the kid's
stomach and pulled it out right away, "Gotcha! Ha!"

"Please I just joined today!"  The teen slid to his butt. Still holding
his hands out and not realizing he was gravely wounded already and dying
slowly.

Peter leaned down and stuck his face into the beautiful blond's face and
raised his chin, "BAD TIMING!"   Peter stabbed him again in the belly
button and slid it in and out and in and out.

Seeing this, the other warriors became brave again...or so they thought
or maybe some of them thought that Peter was busy slaying their comrade
that it gave them the perfect opportunity of distraction for them to
sneak up on him and kill him from behind. "Not gonna happen!"   Peter's
last sticking of the blond teen was one long pull out, wind up and swing
into a row of guards and they fell over each other, many falling off the
side of the steps to their deaths below. Another jumped on Peter's back,
like a fool, not having seen the first one's death who did this same
move. Peter flipped over but the teen, about Peter's size, held on by
climbing up his prey. Peter was now on his back in the air with the teen
on top of him. Peter sliced the boy's stomach from the side and then
moved from the air so that the teen would fall. Onto spears thrown by
boys below. Arrows came too but Peter kicked a few, making contact on the
sides of the arrows and swung his swords at others.  Ten males fell off
the side as Peter kicked, swayed, parried, thrust, ran some through, and
just plain made it difficult for them to fit on the steps. A spear man
came at Peter so the boy dropped both swords, grabbed onto the spear that
was being held in the man's two hands. Peter was lifted off the ground,
holding onto the entire shaft, but he half jumped, half flew with his
legs up and at the man's body, kicking him, flying and kicking him again,
this time in the face rather than the chest. The man, burly, and meaty,
yelled but flew off the steps. Peter still held his spear and swiveled it
down and into a rushing in boy who looked no older than Peter
himself...but Peter's age is deceptive at best. Peter ran the spear into
this boy's belly and out his back and then pulled it out, turned the boy
with is legs while flying slightly, all the while moving down the steps
and thrust it into the boy's back and out his belly. This made the boy
face to face, belly to belly with a line of boys in front of him, all
eager to slay Peter Pan. Instead they got slain by him. Peter kicked the
spear end and it went into seven of the boys infront of the one he
speared, all of them falling as they were pinned to each other, arms and
legs waving and in some instances tangling with the boy infront or behind
the other. The seven, as one, fell off, taking with them others who were
trying to either get past them or avoid them, the tip of the spear
dragging them down too or the other end taking warriors at Peter's side.
Peter let go of course and retrieved his swords, backtracking like the
little fool he was. He then flew down the steps, head first, actually
arms first, hands first with  swords out and slicing along rows of males
as he went. Bodies on one side slid on the stone wall and some fell out
windows, bodies on the other side clung to the stone steps to try not to
fall. Some, merely wounded found themselves hanging on but falling
anyway, others who were just wounded, found Peter's darkest side as he
stabbed them anyway in various places. Someone put a shield up to hit
Peter's head but Peter saw it at the last moment and pulled his feet in
and turned his head back and effectively crashed into the shield, downing
the very tall boy holding it. Peter stabbed him without even looking,
landing on both feet.

On both feet again, Peter hacked, sliced, thrust, and parried his way
through a mass of male bodies. He was diligent in his destruction and
soon he found he had to walk on nothing but bodies of those he just
killed or those dying from wounds he gave them. He cared not for them.
 It was the blood he was after. For he liked it as a rule.

Peter had to half fly half jump to get to the bottom of the steps and
into an open palace area. Where he was rushed by more bodies of all
shapes and sizes, which he made into smaller pieces of all shapes and
sizes. Peter turned and put both his swords together, holding them in
front of his own chest, snapping a dude's pecs off, "AND CUT! ACTION! CUT
AGAIN!"   Saying this, he swung his swords over his head and to the side
and did a tornado spiral, cutting chests, chins, jaws, noses. Flying body
parts made their way off the spiraling wind funnel. "STOP! STOP! STOP!"

Peter heard this motion for STOP but didn't stop. He whirled and jumped
and moved across an open area in the palace, stopping all who came up to
him. A few moved away and tried to sneak around his back but Peter flew
at them like  a monster from either a Japanese giant Rodan movie or
alternately a flying ghost from some obscure horror movie, a grimace on
his face as he flew headfirst at the enemy, then held his swords ahead of
himself, severing arms and bellies, legs, ankles, knees, and elbows.
Peter landed as bodies just collapsed, some of the victims not even sure
they had been sliced, diced, or gutted. One boy looked down, eager to get
back into the fray, sure he had been missed by Peter's weapons. Then he
realized a huge cut across his lower ribs on the right side to his upper
ribs on the left side was one long cut and his body sort of slid off
itself, guts from above and below the parts dripping, messing up with
each other and tangling into a fleshy once handsome mess.

"PLEAS STOP STOP STOP!"   Peter heard it again and saw a group of young
warriors waiting, holding back. He jumped into the center of them and
soon their heads bobbed, bopped, and sank as their bodies were cut down.
And one head rolled. Peter emerged from between two muscled legs, head
between two calves, as he slid on the floor. He saw a figure from LORD OF
THE RINGS standing over him with a giant broadsword. "STOP!"

"Okayyy," Peter said as the brother of Tyler named Kanan, who looked a
great deal like Viggo Morgensen from LORD OF THE RINGS stood over him.
The two legs on either side of Peter, as Peter held himself up by both
hands, sword hilts turned down so the swords were alongside Peter's own
body...split. The legs on either side of Peter just fell, no longer being
supported by an upper torso...or a lower one at that. This caught Kanan
off guard so Peter jumped up onto his feet  and met his broadsword with
both his much thinner swords. "I thought you said..."  Peter grunted as
he was clearly outmatched in strength by this much older man...  "Stop!"

"Yes, stop you!"   Kanan pressed the sword down and Peter's arms bent as
the broad sword's razor sharp edge moved at his nose. Peter grunted with
rage and fear as the blade came slowly down at him. "Stop him! Get him in
the back now!"

As Kanan spoke, Den, the oldest brother; the Ninja like Fred in a karate
like white Gi---the Gi just barely wrapping his naked body beneath, his
tight abbed belly beneath the loose black belt; and Efram, the brother
who looked like Ephram from EVERWOOD, came forth, all at once, almost as
one. Den was a big burly type while Ephram was just the opposite, a sort
of  artsy fellow with longish but almost preppy hair and a white satin
silk puffy baggy armed outfit. His own tight boyish body could be seen
beneath the see through silk.  They converged on the prone Peter!

Outside, the fairy boy and the Queen of the Fairies, Maab, came to the
wounded Rober and the girl princess Elise. Elise held a magical toadstool
top over Rober's severe wound. The Queen came over, flying. "He shall
survive. I shall get more healing leaves."

Rober sat up, his shirt in ruins, "I gotta get back in  there, down to
the dungeon, that...that's where they must be holding my brother and
Scen."

Elise nodded, "And Chase."

"You must not go anywhere," Maab snapped, "Or you shall die."

"You shall die!"  Kanan said as his sword edge was a hairline away from
Peter's nose and face! Peter shut his eyes. Behind him came Efram, with
two long scimitars. He threw them up and grabbed them in his hands in a
different position so that their points were aimed directly down at
Peter's lovely and muscled back on both sides, just at the spot where
shoulder blades meet muscle! From the right side, Fred came with a shiny
Ninja sword, spiraling himself at Peter, intending to open Peter's lovely
boyish belly from the side, just slightly above Peter's hip bone. And on
the left side of  lovely Peter side, came Den, big and brutish with a
giant Axe which had spikes on the top and sides, ready to rip Peter's
side. Peter was moved down from his position and his legs bent at the
knees thanks to the might of Kanan pushing. "Peter Pan! Pfffetttt! Peter
the Great! A joke!"

As Kanan moved Peter down, Peter kicked his feet back and flew back just
as the three brothers converged at him but as they struck flesh with
relish and joy, they didn't realize it wasn't Peter's they struck into
and shredded and cut and ripped. Peter had kicked back and flew upward
backward! As he did this, Kanan sunk into the spot that Peter had been
occupying. Peter sang something as he did this and it sounded very like
this, "Swing your partner dosey doe, change positions, with your foe!"

And indeed, Peter did change positions with Kanan. Efram's two scimitar
blades sunk not into youthful back but into manly hairy chest...thudding
into and dipping through hard pecs just under nipple. At the exact
moment, the Axe grabbed under the right arm of Kanan and kept going to
reach heart muscle...with Kanan realizing his brother Den, trying to get
Peter's left side, ripped into Kanan (HIS) right side...and destroyed
chambers in his heart. But stings continued as he also was gashed by the
razor sharp Ninja sword of his other brother. Fred's phallic symbol
dipped like into butter as it hit Kanan's left side, just under his last
rib on the bottom. And brother's weapon met brother's weapon inside.
Three pieces of sharp metal jerked into and rubbed into each other as
three brothers finished the other's flesh covered life. As Kanan sunk, he
tried to stand back up and this evoked a jerky style of movement as legs
struggled up, still working, combined and contrasted with a torso that
wouldn't work any longer and a heart that stopped pumping. Kanan died on
his feet and crisscrossed and held prone by his own brothers' weapons.
Efram was the first to realize this and his eyes widened as he looked
into the eyes of Kanan just before the light went out of the eyes and
glaze was the only thing left. Den, the brute, tried to take his axe from
the spine and even with his great strength, couldn't yet get it out. And
Fred just moved to pull his sword out and when he did, he saw what he had
stabbed and then stabbed again to put Kanan out of his misery.

Kanan had said something like that too. "Put me out of my misery."   So
Fred did. Without much hesitation. Fred was, by the way, Caucasian, but
in a way, he wasn't. He thought he was Asian and fuck political
correctness, I was brought up with everyone saying Oriental. I know that
Oriental is a thing and Asian is a person. But Fred was not a person.
Fred was a fool. He thought his greatness lie in his being something he
was not. Still, he was a good fighter.

But while the trio of brothers pressed weapons into a hunky hairy body of
a fourth brother, the boy of  nature, the force of nature, that was Peter
if you didn't know, had a plan too. Under Kanan was the broadsword,
Kanan's hand holding it, not having any motivation to do so any longer.
Peter slid on the floor, propelled by magical power leg flying power. He
had dropped his own swords...into the bellies of  the remaining warrior
boys...and slid, weaponless! He found the broadsword under the brothers
and grabbed the hilt and turned it up, cutting Kanan from lower belly to
chin, moving the sword point from underneath the tangle of cutting
bodies. "Ahh, some one had to win and someones have to lose!"   As he cut
Kanan further, the boy rose up along Kanan's front and as blood covered
Peter's front, dripping down his hot belly button and chest...splattering
along his boy muscled shoulders...Peter swung the broadsword with his
wrist, swiveling it. It cut Den's chest and Den moved back yelling. It
cut Fred's hands off as Fred held his sword with two hands...and hands,
still gripping sword, dropped to the floor, sword creating clanging. Fred
screamed and Peter kicked him from the side. Efram was behind Peter
again. "Same old, same old, we been here before," Peter quipped and flew
back in a backward back flip from head under and feet up! He was quickly
behind Efram and shrugged and ploughed Kanan's broad sword right into
Efram's back, taking the silk with it, tearing it off   Efram's body as
the stab took the outfit or parts of it, into Efram's wound. Peter shoved
and as Kanan fell for the very last time...he got his chest inhabited by
his own broadsword...and gore from Efram, who leaned against Kanan hard.
Hard in every way. The two brothers sank together and seemed to be
kissing as they fell, one already dead it seemed. Efram gasped and huffed
and grunted and took a long time to die. "Oh do do!"  Peter turned and
saw Den angry, holding his chest wound. Peter landed on his feet and
reached up with both lower palms, smacking the hard part into Den's chin,
snapping Den's head back. Peter kneed Den in the balls. "Not much there
is there?"

As Den fell, Peter ducked caught a spear aimed at him by another warrior,
who came from the group that ran toward the dungeon. Oh yeah to kill me,
Tyler and Scen. Fred screamed and looked at his hands, sprouting blood,
"Please have ...mercy. Spare me!"

"Okay!"  Peter said and...Peter jerked the spear forward, half flying,
half springing. It dipped into Fred's hard stomach. "Wow! That's hard!"
 The spear came out Fred's bare and muscled back, the gi falling to
reveal a nice naked body. "Very!"

"I thought you said you would spare me..."  Fred's last words.

Fred's last words heard were Peter's. "Oh darn. I thought you said spear
me."  He shrugged, "So I did. Ah well, on ward and downward."   Peter
shoved the spear and turned it around to the warrior man who threw it and
with Fred still clung to it, raced it into the warrior man's belly, Fred
in his face, and two dicks between, turned on by the violence. They
spurted from their dickslits.

Peter ignored them, adult stuff rarely interested him unless it was with
me. He looked around, "Hey where'd everyone'd go? I still wanna play."
  He heard me yelling from the dungeon somehow (telepathic connection?
Via Jennie maybe?). I don't know and I don't care but he knew I was in
trouble. And this angered him again. "Darn it! Darn it darn it!"  He grew
red with anger and maybe he was more angry at himself for ignoring me. I
wish. Right. His playing in the violence might cost me, Scen, and Tyler
our lives.

Fred and the warrior man sank and...

"They're coming!"

I looked outside the cell door's barred window opening. Scen looked at
me, "And?"

"And I think they're gonna kill us this time!"

Scen gulped, "Then we have to stall them."

"Sure," I smiled, trying to sound confident but failing miserably.

I turned back to the window and saw dozens upon dozens of men, boys,
teens, all male, all hot, all muscled, all different looks on them, all
colored thongs, bikinis, briefs, some totally nude...all coming at the
door.

Tyler was still on the floor, "no, no no" rocking miserably like an
autistic child. No, I take that back. I've seen and known braver autistic
children, teens, and adults. He was just useless now. Just taken out of
life by his indescion, self loathing, and hatred....spurred on by his
misguided religion, unmotivated to stick up for his own gayness, and
confusion...he was a mess. I hoped if we survived, I could help him
figure it all out. But I felt that I was done for. And in a flash, I felt
that I wanted to be done with Tyler, once and for all. But Scen still
loved him. I could tell that, even in this dangerous moment with death
arriving at our doorstep...literally. Well, not our doorstep but you get
the picture. "Okay! Here we go!"

The door of the dungeon burst open and the saving grace was that not many
of them could get inside at the same time. "Scen! Block Tyler!"  An arrow
shot inside and Scen hit it with his knuckled and it was dodged aside. I
looked at him and was shocked. He could do something. Unlike Tyler. Scen
stood infront of Tyler.

Two boys came inside. Sure, no problem. I kneed one in the stomach and
punched the other in the balls. Another came in. A big man. With a knife
that he held infront of his face. I high kicked the hand  with my left
foot and it fell out of his hand.   "What the hell," the hairy man said,
"I can do you with my own hands!"  He came at me as the knife slide
across the stone floor, landing at the feet of Tyler. The man put both
hands around my throat, behind him more and more warriors pushing each
other to get inside the cell to slay the three of us. I reached out to
try to shut the door.

Two more got in. Scen was in full swing, punching them. I used the door
to bang into the man who tried to choke me, he falling.

Tyler slowly sat up, "no, no no no. I can't. I can't....it isn't
right....it just is too wrong..."  He slowly reached for the knife on the
floor at his feet.

Scen tossed two more into two more. They all fell and I kicked two more
into them. "When we stall we stall!"  Scen yelled.

I knew we could not keep this up for long. But behind the crowd, the
yelling and screams changed. They had sounded confident, eager to slay,
happy in their bloodlust, and thrilled to slay three peace loving boys in
a dirty dank cell, boys who were not fed in a long time. My stomach ached
and it wasn't because one of the fuckers punched me there...which they
did. I caved under the punch but as I bent, I head butted the chest of
the teen who did that. He fell back onto the held out sword of another
man, stabbed in the back by that man. The man came forth and I had
grabbed the sword of a fallen warrior and began to meet his attack,
swords clanging. I stabbed him in the stomach and felt elated. A rush
that I knew must be Peter connecting to me and with his sword connecting
to someone's belly out there. For those screams became screams of pain,
of sounds that was suspiciously like Peter's sword thudding into fresh
meat, backs, spines, stomachs, chests, butts even.

Tyler's hand grabbed the knife and wrapped around the hilt. Tyler was
choking a man into another man and knocked them together. "I guess I do
have some of my father in me..."

"Doubt that!" I said as I stabbed the belly of a really hot guy that
looked like Jesse McCarthy. I felt some regret, for if Peter ever left
me...naw, not gonna happen. The Jesse dude sunk down, looking at me with
regret, his hands holding his belly, his knees in front of him, his eyes
showing the hate of me and the love of me as his dick sprang out. I knew
what he was feeling. I don't know what it was with sword fighting and
getting stabbed in the belly but guys sometimes couldn't help but get
turned on by it, not consciously of course, that's just sick but I'm sure
some of our enemies felt that, a purpose felt arousal at their own evil.
But what I and most other guys felt was not like that. It was just
something that happened.  Stabbing and being stabbed. I pondered
that...it wasn't something anyone wanted but it just happened and made
guys get turned on...anyway I digress again. Again. Sigh. "Your father's
not as nice as you are!"   Three sword boys came in and started to make
me falter. Soon, my sword fell to the ground and they rushed me with
swords.

Tyler rose up, talking about Scen homophobic father , "but he was
right...no, he was. So was my father and my mother and the Cardinal and
my brothers...it's so wrong...I'm not...I love girls..I do I do I do..."

Tyler rose up behind Scen who was happily finishing off two other guys,
banging their heads together so they became unconscious. He was quite a
grappler. It was unfortunate that as Scen turned to check on  Tyler, the
confused homophobic homo, rammed the knife full on into Scen's bare tight
sectioned stomach! Right in the navel. Scen was stabbed fully in his gut.


TO BE CONTINUED....

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