Date: Sun, 28 Jan 2007 13:14:55 EST
From: Jerazk@aol.com
Subject: arena  pt 3

Dropping the sword, Nobi's free hand went to his belly and he fell to  his
knees, "Not me...."  He threw  his knife at Datton but Datton ducked, eyes
telling that he knew Troy was behind  him. The knife embedded in Troy's rippled
but somewhat thick belly too. "Right  in that belly button, wasn't it?"
Datton turned, "Not sure?"  He got between Troy and the other gladiators, blocking
the others  gladiators---Artrix, the albino, the mulatto, and Atol. Atol ran
over to  Tuatha's kicking body, crying. "Not sure? Here lemme make sure for
ya!"  Datton kicked the knife in Troy's belly,  well, into Troy's belly more
and Troy fell away in absolute pain,  yelling.
"Lookwhathe did to me, lookwhat he did ta me! Lookawadheidtame!"  He couldn'
t even try to grab the fully  embedded knife in his own guthole for it was in
too deep. His belly closed  around it and he stooped around, walking, trying
to get it out of him.  "Gititouttame!"
"Poor bastard!"  Datton  mocked, sarcastically. He turned and saw Artrix,
the albino, and the mulatto all  aiming arrows at him. "Give it up, little boys,
your crew is all gone. No one  left. Just me and me! You DARE POINT ARROWS AT
ME!!!? DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY ARROW  BOYS I'VE SLAIN WITH THEIR OWN ARROWS?????
GO ON TRY!"  Datton walked up to the mulatto as fast  as possible and ripped
the arrow from the bow and shoved it deeply into the  caramel belly, "Right in
the belly button! AWWWW, next life follow someone who  is not Tuatha! Oh, I
forgot, you won't have a next life!"  Datton took the bow out of the mulatto's
 surprised hands that he slammed it over the mulatto's head and then as the
mulatto bowed too in pain, he shoved the bow head into the mulatto's belly
button too, right next to the long thin arrow, "Here let your arrow have a mate,
 mate!!!!!! DIE TOO!"
"OHHHHHHHHAAAERRRRGGGGGGGGGNOOOOOONNAQWWWWWWW! QUIRK!"  The mulatto bowed
and his head hit the  bowed head of Troy.
"AWARRGG! It's love at first slit!"  Datton laughed and waved his sword at
Artrix and the albino, "Give up yet???"
Artrix aimed his arrow, his eye on Datton's navel, "NO ONE can stop  my
arrows! Not even you! You die," and he added for mocking tone,  "DATTON..."
Datton saw the albino moving sideways, trying to get behind him but  as fast
as possible he smacked the flying arrow of  Artrix and it raced BANGING into
the  albino's pure white belly button. At the same time, the albino had fired
his  arrow, Datton used his sword to knock it into Artrix. The albino folded
and then  raced backward, his back hitting ground. Datton laughed. "Artrix, you
still with  us?"
Artrix gasped, "I don't die that  easy."



Datton ran over to him and licked his face as he got real close and  ran his
sword in the upper abs above the navel and he took hold of the arrow and
shoved it upward and downward and then sideways. He let go and it wobbled. But  he
remained close up to Artrix's brown tanned body and took a knife from  Artrix'
s thong and shoved it in the lower abs, between lower torso and navel.  "
Noose boy!"  Datton took the noose  off Artrix, moving away from him. Datton got
behind Artrix and pulled the noose  tight and shoved backward.  They  sank down
now, two stabbed in their guts, one with the long thin arrow that  Troy's
body kept nubbing against and causing even more pain in the mulatto's  body. The
mulatto in return, could do nothing more than punch Troy's belly where  the
knife was fully gone into. They landed in a heap, knees down, bodies making  a
sort of pyramid. They died that way.
Artrix was pulled back, choking to death while having all three  pointy
things in him. Datton jumped up to a mast and put the noose around it and  then he
kicked the mast up as high as it could go. Artrix's feet left the  ground. "
And Artrix's left the arena!"  Datton yelled. "Come see death!"
As he swung Artrix, Datton turned around, jumped down and just found  either
arrow, sword, or knife on Artrix's body and sometimes combos of the three  in
pairs. He also removed the sword totally and the knife at the same time,
changing places. Finally as Artrix swung, with each swing, he gasped a new gasp,
sometimes a fem yell, sometimes a more masculine yell, usually when a new
place  was found to be stuck in. Datton left him hanging there dead with the arrow
in  him only.
He puffed. His bloodlust sated. He turned to go back to Drake but  Nobi was
there. "I ON THE OTHER HAND DON'T DIE THAT EASILY!!!!!"  Nobi had a curved
gladiator sword in his  hand and he aimed the point at Datton's belly  button.
"You gotta be shittin me! You  don't?"
"NO!" Nobi plunged and missed. Datton moved aside and put his head  onto Nobi
's shoulder.
"Didn't know you cared!"  Datton snipped.


"I don't die that easily! Don't die that...dieth....."
"You don't diet? You look fit enough. Not a bit of fat there on this  nice
old bod of yours!"  Datton took  the sword from Nobi's hand and leaned back,
his pelvis on Nobi's  torso and he shoved the sword into  Nobi's bare nice
belly button and shoved, "Don't die that easily? Oh no? You  look like you do!"
Nobi  moaned.
"You bastard!"
"Tell ya what though! You look good doing it so easily! OKAY NOW STAY  DOWN
DEAD!"   Datton shoved  Nobi and left the sword in him, "I love those blue
eyes of yours. Remind me of  mine!"
Nobi moaned and grabbed at the sword with one hand and held his side  with
the other. Then he kicked several times, tightening his belly and  untightening.
When it untightened for the last time, Nobi knew he'd be out of  this life.
Datton watched every moment of Nobi's agony and grunting force to  remain
alive.
Datton looked at Atol crying over Tuatha's body. A gentle breeze blew  his
long blond hair as he went over to Atol weaponless.
"Go ahead," Atol looked up at him, tears all over his face. Dripping.  "Kill
me too."
"No, you...you never killed anyone have you?"   Datton wondered what that
was  like. Not to kill anyone...ever.
"No," Atol stated, "But I will kill you if I can get a  chance."
"You won't."  Datton  said, "Get up---come on."
"No!"
Datton grabbed him and shoved him up, a hand on his arm, "Get up!  Come on,
don't make me hurt you!"   Datton tied him up to the mast pole. "That'll keep
you."   Someone who looked like Matthew  Lawrence tied to the mast, his
magnificent torso shivering with uncontrollable  grief at the loss of his gladiator
lover.



As the wind continued to blow, Datton calmed down. Every one of the
aggressors was dead now. Datton went back to check Drake. He got under Drake  again
and soon put Drake's eyelids down. "Atol...Atol??? Damn it!"  He got out from
under Drake's head and  back and slowly laid Drake down again. "I'm sorry
Drake..I'm so sorry...but  there's another one alive..."
"Atol, don't. You don't have to kill them. I won't hurt you. I lost  it, I
killed without thinking..."
Atol raised his sword higher, "I...I am not afraid of you. If I kill
them--you will be enraged enough to fight me so I can  prove..."
Datton laid his spear down carefully, "Atol, I..won't kill you no  matter
what.
"They'll kill us. You know the  rules."
"I don't care about that!"
"Then it's all over, Atol. Almost everyone else IS dead, VERY dead,  and you
don't have to prove anything to anyone, especially not me."
"SHUT UP!" Atol went to thrust but stopped, "I'm not afraid. I am not  afraid
of you or any of them!"
"You couldn't help them,"  Datton recalled, "I might have hurt you then if
you had tried. You would  have thrown your life away if..."   Datton wondered.
Had he ever given anyone this kind of mercy??? He  thought not. He tried to
remember faces of those he   killed in the past. He found a few  came to mind's
eye. "You don't even have to prove anything to  yourself..."



"SHUT!"  Atol ran at  Datton, unable to kill the little boys, who screamed.
Datton in a flash swerved  his sword into Atol's sword. Atol's sword dropped to
one side and plopped  uselessly onto the bed. Atol backed up to the wall.
"Very well, slay me  warrior."
"No, Atol,"  Datton  lowered his own blade point to his knees,
"I will not. There has been enough  slaying."
"Don't cheat me! I am not afraid. I am not  afraid."
Atol whispered, "I am not afraid. I am not."  He lunged forward at  Datton.


Atol bent his knees and ploughed his own trunk onto the point of  Datton's
sword which was slightly arched out from the blond boy's knees. It was  enough.
Atol impaled himself on the sword, a thick sounding scrunch of meat on  metal,
his own knees on the wooden floor now. Datton gasped, his tiredness of  this
violence, "Ohh, No, Atol! No!"
"You see, warrior,"  winced Atol, "I am not afraid."
"No, you are not,"  Datton swallowed, sickened of violence, "I do see that
now. We, I think,  were once friends...I think I told you I would protect you..."
"Enemies now is all that matters...."    Atol closed his eyes,  "Enemy, show
me...mercy in a way that they can accept. That you  can..."
"No,"  Datton puffed,  "You are not badly wounded. You will live."
Atol quickly reached up, grabbed the hilt of Datton's sword, and  jerked it
down deeper into his belly. CRUNCH of meat sound. He laughed out a  moan of
pain. "No, I will not," he gasped, feeling the blade slide past his  backbone and
out his back, the point on a downward angular slide. "I am not  afraid to
die. Was this with honor?"
Datton answered, looking at Atol directly, "Yes, much  honor."
"Do what you have to."
Datton did the Bakar, a ritual death of honor. It was a stab to the  navel, a
zigzag down to above the lowest of low and then unplugging it and a  final
stab back to the navel again. Atol remained alive a few seconds after  Datton
unplugged the belly. He looked happily at Datton, then tried to hold his  belly
together and live long enough to thank him but instead he gurgled and fell  to
his side, then onto his stomach, his eyes closing slowly.
"He said he would protect me. You said you would protect me. A man  should
not need protecting in this land...live or...die on  own...meritahhhh..."
Datton said, "Die."
Atol's body was just stopping its quivering as Datton regained his  mind and
senses.
Datton ran to Drake. He found Drake holding a butchered belly. "I'm  sorry I
couldn't save you..."
"No matter. We are enemies after all in  reality..."
"You wouldn't have killed me."
"No. Orders are to bring you back to my masters. But first to get out  of
here."
"I don't think you...or I, are getting out of  here."
"I am. The way you think. You must do what you have longed to do  since we met
..."
Datton took a sword and stabbed him in the belly, over and over  again. Drake
shook and yet he didn't die so easy. Datton reached into the wound  and took
out intestine and wrapped it around Drake's neck and pulled it with  both
hands in opposite directions. Drake fell dead soon enough.
Datton looked around. Everyone was now dead. He ran at the gladiator  walls
and jumped up at the masters. Arrow boys perched on the walls, took  pleasure
in extending their firing arm as they pulled arrow to bow. Five arrows  shot
into Datton's bare belly button and he fell into the arena. He leaned up to  try
to stand but he fell back and tried to pull the arrows out. He leaned up and
strained again and again but finally, he succumbed. He lay still and dead
soon  enough.
"I told you. The clones are just not stable enough yet," one of the  arena
masters said to another, "They just don't have that blood lust remaining.  It
burns out quickly..."
"Yes, and they switch sides too easily. But demon brothers and  Savages from
the jungles,  and Gator  Boys will be true to their natures. I guess it is
back to the drawing board,  however, they do put on a good show."
"I think it is time to see if the originals will fight just as well  with
blood lust and not go back and forth from peace to blood  lust..."
"I am also concerned about the memories they hold from the  originals...we
shall have to find something to do about  that..."