Date: Sun, 30 Jul 2006 22:01:38 -0700 (PDT)
From: Gay Writer <gaywriter72@yahoo.com>
Subject: Earth Reborn: Love and Greed Chapter 2

The following is a complete work of fiction.

Any resemblance between the characters and any real life person is
completely coincidental.  Please do not copy or distribute the story
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The following story contains erotic homosexual situations.  If it is
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***  This is a completely revised version of the original story...  If
you are lost or confused please read it from the beginning in its
entirety.



Chapter 2			Loss and Life



       I woke momentarily to see Bransen sitting in the corner of this
antiseptic dimly lit room.  The smell of bleach and other anti
bacterial agents wafted past my nose.  Sleep was pulling my eyes closed
again... we would have to talk later.  I wonder if the look of fear on
his face was for me or because of me.

       My eyes fluttered open, this time someone was taking my vitals
and writing on a clipboard.  They were recording my progress.  I felt
stronger this time and glanced about the room.  Again or still I do not
know, but in the corner was a sullen Bransen.  There was a mixture of
concern and distrust upon his face.

       "Captain, I believe sleeping beauty here has finally awakened."
He said turning to the corner to address Bransen.

       "Damnit!  If I have to tell you one more time, I'm going to beat
the living shit out of you!  It's Bransen... not captain." He grumbled.
"Now get the hell out of here!"

       My caretaker glanced at a monitor above my head... made a nervous
scribble and scooted a bit too fast from the room like a wounded puppy.

       "Nice to meet you cheerful!" I joked in a whispered voice.

       "Cut the shit freak... I don't have the time or patience for
another smartass in my group." He quickly snapped back.

       "Oh... so this FREAK is part of YOUR group HUH?! I don't even
remember asking!" I said angrily through pursed lips and squinted eyes
weakly trying to pull myself to a sitting position.  "IN FACT" I
hacked... and coughed trying to catch my breath as my voice broke in and
out of a rage... "they're probably still cleaning up the brains of the
last asshole that crossed me!" I finally choked out.

       Fact was though; at this moment... had they not taken me in, I
would probably have died or at the very least been dinner for one of
the local animals of the area.  The IV in my arm was causing me a bit
of difficulty while trying to rise to an upright position.  I became
dizzy and slumped back.

       "Hey hey... calm down kid... I'm sorry... " he said in an even but
ALMOST tender voice as he walked across the room from his corner to
press the button causing the bed to lift the head of the bed into an
upright position.

       "Kid?!" I almost screamed... watching his eyes nearly grow twice in
size in surprise...

       Just then, a middle aged gentleman burst through the door and
yelled "What in the BLUE FUCK is going on in here!?  What the hell are
you doing to my patient?!" he demanded of Bransen.

       "Woah! Woah!... Doc... it's just a misunderstanding!" he said as he
backed away with his arms half raised.

       "Get the fuck out of here you butcher" I said to Doc, almost as
much surprised to have said it as to the Doc's bewildered reaction.

       "I'm sorry..." I said as I gasped... the damns breaking as the
flashes of what I had just been through entered my mind.

       Staring directly at the Doc I commanded "Leave!" as I clutched my
hands to my face and burst into tears.

       Like a robot obeying a command Doc left the room without another
word.  Glimpses of my unborn child, Vale's death, the slaughter of his
fathers and the entire ordeal of the merging flashed through my mind.
My murder of Rase in my rage blazed across my thoughts and my body
shook with sobs I could not control.  Who the hell was I?  What the
hell was I?!  What is going on!!!??  I continued to cry when I felt
arms pull me into an embrace.

       "Hey guy... it's okay... It's okay now!  You're safe.. you're here
with us!" he whispered and he hugged me even tighter rocking me to
chase the pain away.  We stayed that way for what seemed like forever
before I spoke again.

       "They are all gone" I choked.

       Pulling away slightly and putting his hand beneath my chin he
lifted my head level to his "You have a new family now."

       Glancing past him and across the room into the mirror over the
sink I saw for the first time something that terrified me.  My
reflection.  My eyes blazed with a blue-white light.  They didn't just
have their regular icy blue color, they literally glowed!  Realizing
what I was seeing, my breath caught in my throat.

       "It's too much! I can't do this! They're all dead!" I wept as I
leaned forward again resting my head on Bransen's shoulder and sobbed.

       I had lost so much and my heart hurt so badly.. I couldn't escape
the horror and didn't know how to react so I let Bransen console me in
his tight grip.  I had lost everything, and I had maliciously killed a
man.  This wasn't me was it?

       Pulling away from the safe place Bransen made for me in his
embrace and curve of his neck I calmed myself and sniffled.  He handed
me a tissue and I wiped my eyes and nose.  I had felt so much hurt so
fast I was now almost immune.  I guess it just takes time to gain the
benefit of the numbness and acceptance of a true horror from things
past.  It was done.  I was here... and nothing I could do would fix what
had happened.  I would carry the scars of my actions as a part of me
from forever.  As I have always told others... "It is what it is. Learn
from it and move on."

       "Kelay was supposed to be with you...", he said nervously breaking
the silence.

       Staring into my lap I replied softly, "He is." I said turning my
eyes upward into his.  "All that he was and knew..."

       "Knew?" Bransen interrupted.  "Knew? Where is he?  What happened?
What do you mean 'Knew'" He emphasized.

       I continued, "All the things he was and knew... I now know.  All of
his memories are now mine." I paused, "My father lives now within me,
forever.  He has moved beyond." As yet another tear made its way down
my cheek.  The word 'father' seemed to surprise him.

       I felt a burning anguish rush through Bransen's soul, which was
quickly tucked away and hidden.  "I understand." He said softly.

       I looked into his eyes and knew... He loved Kelay truly and
desperately, but it was a caged and bridled thing never allowed to be
let out.  Bransen had loved my father from afar for many years, but had
kept it safely in check.  Kelay had known it, but it was a fire that
was never allowed to start.  How sad.  So much wasted time.  What are
we if not how we spend our time here?

       "Are you sure?" he asked hoping... to which I answered with a
simple nod.

       "We have merged and he has moved on.  I know you as well as any;
though you don't know me from anyone." I said somewhat flatly.  "Know
this though, I am all he was and more.  It is how he had planned it...
You knew as well as he did that it was a one way trip."

       Another muted pang of pain escaped him, but never crossed his
face.  I reached for him and he pulled away.  I should have anticipated
this.  I had the memories, but I didn't know how to apply them.

       I broke our silence, "I need time alone please..."

       A thought escaped Bransen as he rose from beside me... "You sound
so much like him!"  To which I replied aloud... "It was never my
intention".

       At hearing his own words, he paused... turned, and left the room
abandoning me to sort out my new world.

       Sleep overtook me.  Coming to terms with my new world was going
to have to wait.  I needed rest.

	I woke again seeing Bransen gazing at me from the corner.

       "Hello again." I said softly.

       "Hello" he quietly replied.

       "I will be ready for training in 1 day." I stated.

       "One day?!" he explained....

       "Well... it's been long enough my body has finally recovered...
Though I get the impression you have a question for me." I said.

       "uhhh.. how long do YOU think you have been out?" he asked.

       "Hell I don't know... a couple of days?" I answered.

       "Try two weeks!" he responded.

       The realization crossed my face.  "Oh."  I said as I pushed the
frightening news aside.  "Must be a result of your inferior medical
practice."

       "WHAT!?" He exclaimed in denial more than anything.

       "Got ya" I chuckled.  "you are sooooo easy." And we both
chuckled.

       It had been the first time a smile had been on my face since my
last night with Vale as we lay in our spot spent from loves exertions.
The memory of it stole some of my new found joy and my smile left me.

       Noticing this Bransen asked, "So, what happened?"

       I recounted the events of my last hours of memory to Bransen as
he listened quietly absorbing it all.  I discreetly skimmed over some
of the more elicit behavior of my sexual escapades but delivered him
the story with the essential facts as I could best recall them.

       He looked at me in shocked disbelief and asked "So you were from
one of the primitive groups then?" to which I nodded in reply.

       "Excuse me for saying so, but you seem to have adapted remarkably
well." Branson continued.

       "I don't know." I said honestly.  "I'm not obsessed with the
future as the Thorens are.  It is their failing, and will ultimately be
their destruction if they don't change their ways.  They have forgotten
how to live for the day, but instead only worry about their own
longevity.  They are dying, and it terrifies them.  One might think
that the many millennia they have been witness to, would have taught
them more than this, but vanity and fear are hard pressed guides in
life."

       "I have Kelay's memories, but not his wisdom." I explained
staring into his perplexed deep green eyes.  "Knowing not to touch the
cooking pot because it cooks over the fire and will burn you, is not
the same as having made the mistake of burning your skin from its
touch."

       Some understanding crept into his expression as I spoke, "We
learn from experience and feeling of a thing.  I believe it is for my
own sanity, that I have not chosen to allow his emotions to join my
own.  I don't know if I could keep my mind if I allowed that just yet,
but soon."  I paused feeling a slight glimmer of hope move through him.
"Our emotion is what builds and maintains our soul.  It is our pain,
joy, fear, and triumph that molds us into who we are and who we will
become."

       "You speak like an old man!" He blurted, surprising himself as
much as myself as embarrassment colored his face.

       "Today is my birthday." I stated feeling the growing pains
increase within my body.  "I turn 1600 years old today, and I would
have my privacy for the change."

       I could see the questions forming in his mind, but interrupted
him before he could verbalize them.

       "I need you to go now... Do not allow anyone to attempt to enter,
they won't be able, and I may unwittingly harm them. You will know when
I have finished." My eyes started to shine with that familiar white
blue which was slowly growing in intensity.

       I moaned in pain and writhed on the bed as my muscles and bones
began to reform themselves.  "Go now!" I said louder than I had
intended, seeing Bransen jump at the abruptness of the statement.

       "Are you okay?" he asked fear entering his voice.

       Panting with sweat forming on my brow and upper lip I yelled out
in pain, "GO!" and thrust him from the room with my mind, an almost
violent and immediate shove centered on his chest sending him stumbling
backward out of the room slamming the heavy metal door upon his exit
bending it into the frame of the door curving it outward like a wind
caught sail on a ship.

       I had to bring this under control, I had allowed him to stay too
long and wasn't prepared.  Focusing on the smallest of cells within my
body I was able to temper the pain as I allowed Kelay's emotions to
burst through the prison I had created for them.

       Wave upon wave of emotion rolled through my mind finding their
appropriate place with each memory.  Pain, loss, sorrow, joy, lust,
pride, shame, and more all took their place amongst the millennia's
worth of memories and experiences.  The flashes through my mind merged
with the images like watching someone's life on fast forward, the
pictures more of a constant blur at blistering speed moving much to
quickly to get more than a silhouette or impression of any one given
thing.  It was as though someone had painted a multicolored mosaic that
was constantly remaking itself shifting in complexity and color.

       As the emotions racked my mind, the growing pains that throbbed
from my bones outward began to increase in intensity which caused my
eyes to pinch shut trying to chase away the pain, and blinding blue and
white fire that was wrapped around my body.  I was aging now faster
than anything my mind could imagine.  My shoulders were broadening, and
I could feel that my hair and nails had grown considerably.  I heard
myself screaming long and loud between gasps and shudders of pain,
though I was more witness to the spectacle than active participant.

       Time blurred by as my body aged to that of a 21st age young man.
In hours my body had aged what would normally have taken another 500
years.  Well, what would have been normal for me anyway.  The fury of
light and emotion that had been coursing through my mind and body was
now coming to an end.  Only my eyes glowed now, and the pain was barely
a dull ache with an occasional cramp or muscle spasm shaking me.
Exhausted I dozed off, leaving the final changes to complete themselves
while I would be in the ignorant bliss of sleep.

       I awoke with matted eyes.  Rubbing my balled up fists wringing
the sleep from my eyes I sat up.  I was in a tangle of hair and nearly
scratched my own face from my incredibly long finger nails.  Commanding
the lights to rise in intensity slightly, I began to look at my hands
and arms in my dimly lit room.  I stretched and watched new thicker
muscle play across my arms and chest noticing the slightest bit of fuzz
play down the center of my pecs growing in strength and color at my
naval working its way lower to places more fun.

       Pulling myself to the side of the bed I stood and took large
handfuls of hair from the back working down from my scalp to get it out
and away from my feet.  Long chocolate brown ripples and ringlets of
hair cascade down my shoulders and even hefted in my arms still dusted
the floor as I made my way to the bathroom.

       Sitting down on the toilet I proceeded to cut my nails so that I
would be better able to manage and reach the more important things
without accidentally castrating myself while only trying to take a
piss.  Next I looked at myself in the mirror.  Clad only in pajama
bottoms and bare-chested I stared.  My hair now framed a slightly more
squared face, but the changes in my appearance weren't that dramatic.
My nose had somehow grown to accommodate my face and my lips seemed
somewhat larger, but not exactly plump.  The muscles in my neck that
led to my shoulders seemed more defined.  My chest and abdomen lost
that baby fat that used to soften the look of the farm built muscle.  I
had to admire the new look of it as my chest and abdomen narrowed at my
waist.

       Grabbing an armband used during the taking of blood samples I
gathered my hair at waist level and tied it around into a mammoth pony
tail.  With scissors I fished out of the grooming kit that lay there I
cut my hair below the band as straight across as I could manage.  The
weight of my hair must have been a good 7 or 8 pounds lighter and I
felt the previous strain release from my upper back and neck.

 	I started the shower on a nice medium to hot setting removed my
pajama bottoms and stepped in.  The water felt like silk sliding down
my new body.  Running my hands down my skin with massaging movements I
glanced down along my new treasure trail of hair that led to a somewhat
larger penis that what had been there before resting atop nice powerful
thighs and strong calves.  It seemed my cock was happy to see me as
well as it started to plump as if to say hello.  It lay limp at 6
inches, and showed a lot of promise, but I really didn't have time for
this right now.  Later... later we would become better acquainted.

       I stepped further into the stream of water letting the water now
flow down my face through my hair and then cascade down the rest of my
body.  Turning with my back to the jet spray of water I let it beat
against my skin to help relax the muscles of my neck and shoulders.
The hiss of water was so soothing; I could have easily fallen into my
own world for hours without even thinking about it.  Running my fingers
through my hair, I gave on last turn as I rinsed my body and shut off
the flow of water.

       Stepping out I reached for a towel from the shelf and used it to
dry my hair and body with rough but thorough rubbing.  Stepping out of
the bathroom, I looked about the room for something other than the
dirty pajama bottoms that I had woke in.  On the arm of the chair that
Bransen had been sitting were a set of clothes.  I pulled on a pair of
brown pants of better cloth than I was used to and tied them up the
front much like one would do a pair of shoes or boots.  They left
little to the imagination so I reached down and 'situated' myself as to
not be quite so obscene.  I pulled on the shirt next.  It was sheer and
nearly transparent.  Its blue color billowed and flowed from the
slightest wind caused by my own movement.  On the floor next to the
chair was a pair of slip on shoes made of brown leather and in design
much like a house slipper but with a harder sole made for walking
safely outdoors.

       It was the best I had felt since all of this began.

       "I suppose I should get this over with, there is so much that
must be done." I thought to myself.

       Turning I moved over to the outwardly pushed door.

       "Thank the gods that that was the door and not Bransen." I
mumbled to no one shaking my head slightly.

       I focused on the door ahead of me... binding my mind to each
molecule increasing the speed of the protons and electrons as though I
had built them myself and could control them via remote.  It was little
more than that though.  It was a simple direction of energy to
manipulate the environment around me, completely scientific and as
natural as a drop of sweat.  Directing more energy to the process the
metal began to warm intensely and become more malleable.  Applying
fields of energy behind the door and at all its contact points with the
frame I brought the metal back toward me as it sounded a loud metallic
yawn in complaint to its contortion.

       Returning it to its proper shape and I reduced the energy that
had accelerated the electrons and protons and allowed them to revert to
normal speed so that it would cool.  A few moments later when I knew
the metal would stay separated I released the fields keeping them apart
and relaxed leaning against the end of the bed and waited for the metal
to cool completely.

	I made my grand entrance opening the door with my mind and waited
for Bransen to enter.  I heard them in their panic of mind outside
calling him to come immediately and that something was happening during
my manipulation of the door.

	Leaning forward off the bed and standing again I watched Bransen
enter the room somewhat skeptically.

       "Happy Birthday to Me" I grinned as I watched his eyes dance from
my face down the rest of my body... lingering a little longer at my
crotch than he should have allowed himself.

       "I guess so!" He exclaimed as he smirked and shut the door behind
him.  We needed privacy and he was going to make sure that we go it.

       "Could you take care of the cameras like before?" He asked me.

       Feeling a bit confused I asked "Take care of what cameras... ahhh
of course there are cameras... what kind of freak show would I be if I
weren't caught on video!" I felt somewhat exposed and violated.

       "Well don't feel too bad, they never worked much beyond you
kicking me out of the room." He assured me.

       "They turned back on while you were traipsing about in the room
naked getting dressed I hear tell.

       "Honestly," he added, "I hear it was quite the show." He chuckled
and blushed. "I'm almost sorry I missed it!"

       It was the second time I had seen that happen and it was
precious.  It reminded me of how Vale used to blush when we had been
intimate and traveled into new and undiscovered country while having
sex.

       "I'm sure they have it recorded..." I chuckled.... "And you are the
captain so I'm sure you have access to all video record." I said most
mischievously.

       "Ohhhh you do like to push don't you..." he laughed.   "Just call
me Bransen alright?"

       "Yes Cap..  Err Bransen" I goaded.

       "So the cameras please?" again he asked.

       And then I understood, the energy I was releasing had interfered
with the video feed.  I reached out sensing each and every camera and
recording device in the room and then looked to each spot in the room
drawing energy into myself causing my eyes to glow.

       Looking back to him, "They will not function again until you say
it is safe." I blinked at him like some strobe coming from my eyes.  I
know it unnerved him, but also gave him memories he wasn't allowed to
love.


       "You are different." He stared with fascinated eyes that see such
carnage you don't dare look but can't tear yourself away however
morbid.  "Your face, your whole body, its... older."

       "Yes... and this is the appearance and body I will have until the
end of time." I told him.

       "I thought that only the Thorens lived forever." He asked as much
as he stated.

       "No... the Thorens are dying, but unless I am horribly wounded or
incinerated, I will recover and continue on.  I am my father's life's
work made real through love.  I am the Thoren's ultimate goal, and he
kept it a secret from them, and now that secret (me) is out, and they
will come for it.  They would have been here by now had they known my
location so I feel we are safe for the moment.  My diversion to the
Antarctic must have been successful or this place would surely have
fallen by now." I explained.

       I watched his eyes widen as the gravity and enormity of the
situation gripped his mind.  With my admission of this information, he
now knew he had my complete trust as he did Kelay.  I could feel his
terror for it, and also something else.  His heart moved.  He confused
himself with past feelings for Kelay, and that part of me that is now
Kelay.  I will never be more in awe of anything than at the ability of
the human mind to shift gears so completely regardless the momentum to
its destination.

       Bransen stood speechless staring at me.  A moment passed and as I
began to smile awkwardly at him bringing him back to his wits.

       "Perhaps we should go see the others.  They're still waiting" I
said.

       This seemed to snap him back fully.

       "I wish you wouldn't do that... it takes so much fun out of the
conversation" he thought.

       "I'm sorry." I said before he could actually speak the words.

       "Quit THAT!" he exclaimed and started chuckling.

       A small giggle escaped me as I replied, "I'm sorry, it's just
that you keep so much hidden away, when a thought does come across your
mind unbridled, it's like a scream into a loud speaker that echo's
about the room..."  I paused, "I will make a conscious effort to make
sure that does not happen again.  I don't want you to fear your own
personal thoughts and privacy." I smiled.

       His mind did a couple of flip flops and he had decided.. "Thank
you.  I appreciate that." He smiled.

       "Okay then, lets go meet the crew.  Go easy on them okay?" he
grinned looking over to me as I approached.

       "Yeah, yeah... No death by sex... I swear!" I made a crossing motion
over my heart and we both burst into laughter.

       "Oh! And ratchet down those eyes." He burst through chuckles,
"lets not freak out everyone on our first day out in the big city
okay?"

       Gods it felt good to laugh again.  Who ever said that 'Laughter
is the best medicine' was more brilliant than the world will ever know.
Bransen made my heart smile and it scared me.

       I followed Bransen out the door as eyes focused on me as we made
our way to the elevator.

"Thank you for your most excellent care." I said to them.  "My
apologies Doc for my behavior, you're the best." I smiled

       Strange how a few words can affect a person, but I saw his whole
body relax as I said it.  The man was tense... WAY too tense.  The guy
needed some hard core sex and soon.  It's not safe to linger too long
when you're on the edge.  I gave him a wink.  Yeah... I'm a bitch... I
never said I was perfect, and who's to say I wouldn't cure him of his
'dry streak'.  He wasn't bad looking after all.  His short cropped
sunny blond hair with the perfect part, tired slate blue eyes pale skin
and medium frame was kind of sexy.  He had the body of someone who
exercised because they cared, but strained in and out of life because
they never had as much time as they wished for; to put their soul's
effort fully into anything.  Hot... but just too damned busy to care more
about one's self than others.  Definitely... doable.

       A bell sounded and the doors opened.  We stepped in and Bransen
pressed the 10 button that would deliver us to the recreation and
exercise area for the crew.    Okay... I'm new... I know them but they do
not know me... I have to go easy on them... SHIT!  Fuck it I thought... we'll
do this my way.. Each will get the proof they need and learn who I am
to them.  There is no way to do this all at once.  Or is there... wait... I
had an evil thought cross my mind.  I know exactly what I'll do.

       The bell rang and we had reached level ten.  The doors opened and
we exited with Bransen leading the way to the large sparring area.  It
was a simple open space with nothing but mats on the floor to break our
falls for a good 50 foot square.  We passed the dining area as eyes
pressed against me.

       We entered the area as Sweed and Mike were sparring, exchanging
combinations of kicks and punches.

       "So this is the new bad ass huh?  Kind of puny don't you think?"
Neek said to Sweed.

       I calmed myself and settled myself into a defensive stance as
Bransen stepped back saying "Don't hurt them Khore.  They don't know
you."

       Neek took this comment personal and ran toward me in a blaze of
attacks to my chest and legs.  As he was preparing to land his first
combo I stepped to the side letting him pass me, and kicked him in
square in the ass and sent him sailing out of the training area.

       Sweed watched this and took note.  He was a mass of a man in his
size and stature.  Nordic would be the best way I could explain it.  He
was tall, he was thick, and he was solid with that blond short mop of
hair upon his head, square jaw, and fists that more resembled hammers.
He was a sight to behold.  He moved more smoothly than someone should
with his size.  With a deceptive grace he advanced into a fighting
pattern that telegraphed his every move.  I had his thoughts... he was
not going to try to trick me.  He was going to try to sweep my legs,
and execute a change over to mid rift kick.

       I took a step back as he executed his move, grasped his ankle
shifted my weight and used his own momentum to send him flying into the
wall some 10 yards away.  The massive power of his own attack
completely turned against him made me look stronger than I was.

       This seemed to get the attention of Raven, Rift, and Twist.  They
charged me all at once.  Raven sending a flying kick to land in my face
as Twist initiated a sweep and Rift went for the kidney shot from the
side.

       Throwing my hips I went into a cartwheel kick moving below
Raven's attack, but above Twist's foot sweep, I made contact to Rift's
knee blocking the kidney shot and put him down.  At this they bore down
on me in a two man free for all combination.  I leapt into the air and
planted the ball of my feet in each of their chests sending them
backwards.  At that moment...Neek and Sweed though it was a good Idea to
attack me from behind.

       I turned facing them, my eyes went ablaze shocking them.
Stretching my arm in their direction I used the energy around me to
grip them and raise them off the floor their throats contracted to stop
their flow of air.  Before Rift, Twist and Raven could react I raised
my other hand lifting them as well into the same situation.

	"Hello Gentlemen.  My name is Khore.  It is a pleasure to meet
you." I said calmly and focused.  The white blue fire exploded out and
around my body.  I released the pressure on their necks allowing them
to breath.

	"You FREAK son of a bitch!  Who the hell do you think you are!?"
roared Raven followed by many less than pleasant things from the
others.

       I turned facing Raven staring into his piercing green eyes and
smiled.  Drawing in more and more energy glowing so brightly that
anyone looking now had to squint their eyes.

       "Khore, I think that is enough.. you promised" Bransen reminded
me.

       I increased the energy another level now a pure icy blue light
that now shown so bright one could not discern what was at the center.

       "I promised I would not kill them..." I replied.  I pulled and
concentrated the energy into myself so that it was a small ball of
rolling power no larger than a basket ball.

       "I do not appreciate the name calling.  I can make you feel
pleasure..." and I released the ball of energy letting it explode outward
enhancing the nerves and giving all who it touched one of the most
intense orgasms of their lives.  There would not be a dry pair of
shorts in the room.  It rippled like the waves created from a pebble
thrown into calm water, but with extreme speed.  There were moans and
gasps to be heard for the next 5 minutes.  When everyone seemed to come
back down from their orgasm I was still staring at Raven who was now
sweating and panting looking somewhat pleased with the recent
developments.

       "Or... I can cause you pain.  Personally, " I paused, "I'm not into
pain..." and I flicked out my hands sending the 5 of them flying across
the training area into the padded walls behind them with a staccato of
thuds and lowered my arms letting my eyes return to normal.

       Looking over at Bransen in his somewhat recovered revelry, "I
promised not to kill anyone with sex.  See... Everyone lived" I chuckled
to myself.

       "Bransen, report to the infirmary immediately.  Bring Khore with
you." the intercom had belched.  It was Doc and he sounded as though he
was 'trying' to sound angry, but was failing.

       Twists eyes lit up and he laughed "Well that has got to be a
record.  What's it been, 25 minutes out of your room before you got
into trouble?" to which we all laughed.

       "Seriously... uhh... when you get a free moment I'd love a repeat of
that thing before you tossed us across the room." Twist said blushing.

       We all laughed again.  Bransen elbowed me and said.  "Let's go
see the Doc.  I think your little 'trick' went a bit further than this
room."


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Per suggestions from others, and a bit of work, I have re-written the
entire story.  Much of it is the same and the changes were cosmetic.  I
have also added some more depth to beginning characters and added a few
other things.  The chapters are for the most part longer and I have
corrected some continuity problems.  I know that I have much to learn
as a writer, and would greatly appreciate any constructive criticism
regarding this story.  Please contact me at gaywriter72@yahoo.com with
suggestions and criticisms.     Thanks!