Date: Sat, 16 Jun 2007 13:48:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: Gay Writer <gaywriter72@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Lycan 3

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Chapter 3

Leon's Torment


"That's a very nice bike you have my sleeping beauty." A heavily timbered
bass voice filled my ears as I struggled to wake.

It didn't take me long before I remembered Leon and jerked awake.  The
white fluorescent lights burned my eyes as I struggled to sit upright.  The
fluorescent tubes seemed impossibly high above me.  The ceiling must have
been twenty feet high.  As my eyes adjusted and the dull ache faded inside
my skull I noticed the exposed wiring that ran along its length.  The
building was old and I suspected we were on the second floor of the
restaurant.  Smells of blood and body fluids of every kind assaulted my
nose.  I fought against the ropes that tethered my arms and legs to the
metal table and lifted my head for a better view of the room.

The walls were a shiny white texture that made them look almost plastic.  A
plush leather chair toward which Leon was walking was the only furniture
that I could see.  My mind shifted instantly to Jason and I turned to my
left to find him staring back at me with fear filled eyes.

"What the hell is going on?"  I was instantly pissed off, and frightened
out of my mind.

The smells in the large open room terrified me more than anything else, and
a familiar scent caught my attention.  They were Lycan, of which type, I
didn't know.  You can't detect the odor as easily as one might think.  They
are so diverse and, while in human form, nearly non-existent.

I was tempted to change form, but my instincts told me to hold.  Something
other than the obvious was very wrong, and even in my Tiger form I had the
feeling that I wouldn't survive the day if I fought our captors.

"Relax boy... I won't hurt you much.... if you cooperate."  Leon's voice
changed from the familiar bass tone to a more gravely sound.

I looked over to find him in the midst of changing form.  His was a more
violent transformation than I was used to seeing.  Golden hair burst from
his arms and claws erupted from his now paw-like hands.  The bones in his
body snapped and reformed in a crunch that most resembled someone cracking
their knuckles but on a much louder and larger scale.  His white silken
robe was soaked from the shoulder down in the wash of fluid that occurs
from transformation into animal form.  Leon hadn't changed completely; his
face was more angular and his eyes were those of a feline, but that is
where it ended.  Somehow he had managed to halt the progression somewhere
between Lion and Human, and now sat lazily in the chair across the room.

At his feet sat Wil our waiter, and several other nude teenagers.  I
recognized one as the cook, but the others I suspected were workers in the
kitchen.  There was no easy way to be sure, but they were obviously part of
the group.

"You may belong to Boris, but you're mine for now."  Leon stood, pulled a
small blade from the pocket of his robe and plunged it into Wil's shoulder.

Our waiter screamed in agony as the impact knocked him to the floor.  "Get
up you useless hair bag.  Don't think that I didn't notice your little
note."

Wil struggled to rise up on his hands and knees but the blade in his
shoulder slowed his progress.  Just as he had both knees and one hand
planted on the floor Leon kicked him in the chest and sent him flying
through the air.  The sickening crunch as Leon's foot met Wil's mid-rift
filled the room and was followed by the hollow thump as his body landed on
the floor and against the wall.

The chuckle that followed chilled me to the bone.  It was as if he had
forgotten to finish chewing his last meal and his latest victim was still
lodged in his throat.  At this point I began to wonder if that might have
been the last visitors to this town.

For a moment I felt sorry for the young blond, but as I strained against
the ropes the pain in my wrists reminded me who was worse off, and right
now... that was us.

"GET UP!"  A lion's roar was mixed with words so loud than the hammering in
my skull began to gain strength.

Wil whimpered as he lay on the floor.  Blood spilled out from around the
blade and pooled on the tile.  A loud roar buffeted the walls and I watched
Leon leap across the room and land beside his most recent play thing.
Gripping Wil by the hair he lifted him off the ground and ripped the blade
from his shoulder.

"If you hesitate again, I will make you into the biggest three legged
raccoon the world has ever seen.  Now... change!"  Leon released his hold
and Wil fell to the floor.

Even as he landed I could see the color of his skin change to a darker
grey.  I watched as the fur emerged from his skin.  The bones of his hands
seemed to compress in upon themselves.  His spine pulsed from top to bottom
as if something were traveling along it's length and a thick black ringed
tail burst out above the cleft of his ass.  In comparison to Leon's
transformation this was a much more subtle emergence of the animal within.

Until now, I hadn't thought much of raccoons other than their cute
appearance or bandit like eyes.  That all changed when Wil reared back and
stood on back legs as if perched for a treat.  He was one big raccoon.  His
hands were darker and appeared more delicate until I saw the light glinting
off the sharp razor-like black claws that tipped each finger.

"So... this is your savior."  Again Leon's half choked laugh filled the
room.  "We'll see about that."

Leon lifted the dagger and ran it across his tongue.  He tilted his head
back and closed his eyes as he savored the blood.  A grin crept across his
puffed out lips as he handed the blade to Wil and his elongated canines
were tinged pink from the taste.  I had already known that they were there
by the bulge beneath his lips and the awkward shape of his mouth, but
seeing them now made them all the more real.  If they were this long now
and his mouth could barely contain them, I could only imagine what they
might look like when he was fully transformed.

Earlier the metal table had felt cold against my skin, but now it was wet
and only felt hard against my skin.  My fear was leaking out of me like a
fountain as my sweat trailed down my skin and pooled on the table.

Leon reared his head back and roared.  The muscles in my neck burned from
straining to see my fate for too long, and I watched as the others cowered
into the corners behind the leather chair across the room.  I looked to my
left and again saw Jason staring back at me wide eyed.

"Cut him 'Fur-bag', and make it deep."  Leon handed Wil the blade and
shoved him toward us.

Wil loped toward us trying to catch his balance.  I hadn't seen a raccoon
run before, but if it was anything like I was seeing now it was more than
odd.  He seemed to trudge toward us as if running on diagonal almost in a
gallop.  Unfortunately he wasn't far away and within a couple of breaths he
loomed above me, knife in hand.

I could see the sadness even in the black eyes that stared down at me.
There were tears lining the ridges of his nose as he brought the blade to
the skin of my chest.  He pushed slowly until the edge entered my flesh
nearly a half inch and slowly slid it downward toward my naval.  I fought
against the pain but it was too much and I couldn't stop the moans that
escaped my throat.

The cut along my chest healed almost as fast as he carved it.  It could
have been so much deeper and I was thankful for this little bit of mercy.
Just because we Lycan heal fast does not mean that it doesn't hurt like
hell.  We still feel it with every sensation and sometimes more than a
normal person.

"I said DEEP!"  Leon roared and appeared behind Wil.

He grasped the raccoon's hand so viciously I heard the bones of his wrist
scrape together.  The blade fell from his hand and I felt the weight of it
land upon my chest.  Leon snatched up the blade, spun, and plunged it into
Jason's thigh.

"You...Will...Learn... To... Do... As... You... Are... Told!"  Leon
emphasized each word as he slashed each side of Wil's face on every
syllable with his free clawed hand.

Our lion captor then grinned and shoved Wil's claws deep into my abdomen
below my naval.  At first there was only the strange sensation of
intrusion, and then he quickly yanked the hand toward my ribs.  The pain
was beyond anything I had ever felt and I screamed.  My head reeled and my
vision blurred.  I had never felt such horrible pain in my life and I
feared I would vomit.  Somewhere along the path of clawed destruction, too
many deep wounds were made and I felt the awkward tug against intestines
and organs that aren't meant to see the light.

"Now..." A gruff chuckle pushed past his lips and his spittle rained down
on my face.  "Clean him up Fur Bag"

Leon grasped a fistful of flesh and fur behind Wil's neck and I watched
blood roll down his golden furred arm.  He shoved the waiter's face toward
my crotch and I felt his fur tickle and sting the gaping wounds.

There was no more fighting it.  I had to change to my Tiger form.  If Wil
lapped at my wounds they would scar and never heal properly.  If I was
going to die, I would die fighting.

I watched Leon's eyes widen with surprise as a low growl sounded from
behind him.  "I told you NOT to touch my THINGS!"

A large brown form towered over Leon and I watched as something struck him
from behind.  It seemed to lift him off his feet as he roared and
struggled.  A mighty furred arm swung from the side and knocked him through
the air and into a sidewall.  What remained was a half Human half Kodiak
bear creature.

It was the pig of a man named Boris we met when we first entered town.  He
was a massive sight.  His muddy brown hair was thick and coarse and his
pig-like face chuckled with glee as he watched me change to tiger form.
His features had morphed enough that ears peaked the top of his massive
head and his nose had become more of a snout, but he still gave me the
impression of a grotesque cherub.  His eyes were nearly black and cold and
I didn't spend too much time staring into them.  I was changing, and the
healing along my abdomen stole my attention.

Glancing to my side I saw that Jason was well on his way to his swan form
and I felt the ropes slip from around my hands and feet as they reformed
into the black and white striped paws of a tiger.

"Help us if you want your freedom!"  Jason's voice changed from his usual
amber tones to a shrill cry as he leapt into the air and circled the high
confines of the ceiling.

"Oh my... and a swan too, you've outdone yourself this time Leon."  Boris'
brusque laugh sent a strange tingle up my spine as I now stood on all fours
on the metal examination table.

I launched myself toward the Kodiak and clamped my jaws around his massive
neck.  I didn't get a good hold.  There was just too much meat between my
clutching teeth and more vital areas.  Boris roared and I felt his massive
claws ripping at my back before he finally threw me from him.  My mouth was
still full of his flesh and I realized as I flew through the air that the
portion of flesh that I clamped onto was still there.  He had ripped me,
and the flesh of his neck, away as though it were nothing.

I hit the far wall and slumped against the tile floor in a daze.  The
impact did little to stop the horrible pain along my mangled sides and
back.  He had done some serious damage in a very short time.  I've never
encountered such brute strength in my entire life.

"I think I'll keep them this time, old man."  No sooner were the words
spoken than a deafening roar echoed through the room.

Through blurry eyes I watched as Leon leapt through the air and struck the
same patch of raw bleeding flesh on Boris' neck.  They twisted about in a
strange loveless embrace, shredding each other's hides with their massive
claws.  Blood soaked talons were a blur of movement as they thrashed
against each other.  Even with being brought up in a pack of wolves, I have
never witnessed anything so completely carnal.

The behemoth bear finally slumped to the ground with Leon chewing and
ripping at its' neck mindlessly.  He was in the throws of the kill and had
forgotten the rest of us in the room.  That split second was all we needed.
A shrill call filled the air and Jason swept down and plunged his clawed
toes into the eyes of the Lion.  The fleshy webbing between his digits tore
and Leon's blood was mixed with that of my travel companion.

Leon was blinded, though I didn't know for how long.  His roar reverberated
against the blood splattered walls, which reminded me of some life speckled
mosaic.  Leon thrashed wildly releasing his kill and his massive paw struck
Jason's chest knocking him to the floor.

My wounds had healed enough, and my mind cleared, to the point that I was
finally able to stand.  A new wash of blood and Lycan drifted passed my
nose and I paused and turned to find the source.  At the leather chair in
the room stood two black panthers, two white wolves, a ferret, and one very
pissed off raccoon.

A high chattered scream echoed against the walls as I watched Wil advance
and leap onto Leon's back.  He did a strange dance ducking and climbing
about the wounded lion thrusting his clawed hands and teeth into the lion.
The rest approached and circled, taking only the briefest moments to bite
and tear at Leon's arms and legs.

"Don't let them become the monster that held them here.  Finish it Taylor."
Jason's shrill weak voice pierced the fray and I roared.

With as much strength as I could manage I made myself known and padded
leisurely toward Leon.  He was losing his form and bleeding profusely.  His
arms and legs were in ruin and the metallic taint of blood filled the room.

The others scattered away from Leon as I launched into the air and landed
on his back.  Even now he struggled against his death, and we tumbled to
our sides.  He was blinded, prone, and unable to walk, so with that, I made
the killing move.  I clamped my teeth around his throat and clenched with
every fiber of my being.  Once sure I was dug in deep enough to finish him,
I wrenched my neck to the left and right and heard the bones of his neck
snap.

At the same time I felt something crash through my ribs and into places
that aren't meant to be touched.  Leon was dead; Boris was dead; and I felt
the darkness of the end closing in on me as well.  My time was at an end.
Leon's clawed hand stole away my victory, but... they would be free.  My
body was heavy and I felt it fall to the floor.  My black and white fur was
replaced by ravaged delicate flesh and I lay gasping my last breaths.

"They're free now..."  I hissed the words as darkness flooded my eyes and I
slipped into the abyss.


My eyes fluttered open and I found myself atop a tall grassy hill.  Wind
swept across my skin like a velvet blanket and I lifted my head to get my
bearings.  I was surely dead but my surroundings were less than what I
would have called paradise.  It was an open field of grasses that swayed in
the breeze like an ocean of green.  The sun bore down and warmed my body
like an invisible blanket and I stretched and reveled in the lack of pain
that brought me to this place.

"He's not ready."  I craned my neck and sat up to see who was speaking.

Two figures stood on a hilltop in the distance.  Their words traveled along
the wind like whispers and I was tempted to ignore their presence.

"He is one of many... we can't lose him now.  The Druids tend to him as we
speak."  The words were more in my mind than my ears and it confused me.

"He is without love.  He won't survive, Galen."  A feminine voice filled
the air.

"Are you so sure, Doriana?" a young man's voice asked.  "Jason might lead
him there.  Shouldn't we give him this one chance?"

"So be it."  As soon as the words were spoken a white flash tore me from my
sleep.  It was as if someone had invaded my dreams and ripped me away from
them.

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