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Hell’s Fury
Chapter IV
Almost Paradise
The military presence faded away co
mpletely as the sun hit the sky turning it it‘s natural crimson hue. Tamoka and AnRak emerged from under the sink cabinets. The muscular build and weaponry AnRak possessed was fantastic, but nothing could be the demonic act of Tamoka. Her pale skin and outlandish features received all the strange attention. It was as if she had been put on display at a circus freak show.
The father covered his mouth in shock “she is a Hellian…” He then pointed the horns atop her head to prove this statement.
She kept her wings around her body in their usual cloaking state, but from behind the small boy Yazl was playing with her tail. He was tugging on it and opening the piece jaws of it. It was like a snake. Tamoka sneered turning around bending over to face him, as she did so her tail knocked over any remaining table lamps.
“Quit that would you” Tamoka shown the boy her fangs, but his hands reached up by her ears pulling on her horns.
“Awesome!”
“Stop that I said!”
The whole family, mother, father, grandmother and cousin Pete chuckled at these antics. AnRak snickered personally to her.
“Looks like you’ve got a fan.”
“Don’t-” before Tamoka could finish what she was about to say she felt a hand on her bone white cheek. Yazl was rubbing her cheeks amazed to feel their warmth when they looked so cold. Her eyes followed his hand up her face “stop it you lil brat!”
The rest of the family all came to a conclusion and the father welcomed for them to stay for a while. AnRak graciously accepted the offer, but Tamoka stubborn as ever refused. She didn’t trust the company of humans at all. He itched his grey mustache looking to AnRak.
“You’re friend is a tad scary” his thick English accent spoke “ut… You and your friend shaved us all from that monstrous wolf and certainly the military scoundrels would not care to do such a thing.” His words were oddly spoken some sounding like others, but the meanings in their context were obvious,
“Hold on!” Tamoka stomped over standing onto her tippy toes in the man’s face “I am not that guys friend!” She pointed threatening to AnRak “he just tags along with me is all, and is completely useless!” She was insulted to be associated with a human, even by humans.
AnRak pulled on her tail smiling “sorry, but we are friends” he restated to her “no changing that.”
“Like heaven!” She pulled on his ear and in turn he pulled on hers. The family kept laughing at their act as the two bickered.
As the day progressed they were given food and bath. Cousin Pete offered Tamoka a soda labeled Moxie. AnRak said it was a terrible flavor, the rest of the family agreed with him. The girl drank it disdainfully, but to her surprise it was delicious. She drank a whole twelve pack as she and Yazl played games.
They were on the roof playing catch with rocks or pieces of the actual roof. Most of the games resorted to a version of tag were Tamoka would chase Yazl furiously for some sort of demeaning comment he would have made, but surprisingly nobody got hurt and they both had lots of fun. They made quite a duo, both had never had anybody to really play with, Yazl being the only child in the area and Tamoka being ostracized as a child for what she was.
While they played catch Tamoka had to teach him how to throw. His arm was weak. She shown him her form by throwing a piece of roof at a billboard far away. The sign fell down and both of them smirked nervously. Tamoka obviously didn’t know her own strength. After a while Yazl was throwing rocks just like her. She had to work on not throwing so hard so she didn’t hurt him. He eventually learned how to catch the smaller pebbles, but anything over a golf ball size was impossible.
The parents watched from the roof top door, they were touched by the sight. Eventually AnRak also came up, shirtless. His broad chest shimmered with water from his bath, his hair in his eyes because of it’s wetness. He had a towel over his shoulders, around his neck covering the scar, while adorning his black pants.
“You look much better” the mother smiled to him, they were about the same age.
“Why thank you, Yo Tamoka you gonna take a bath?”
“And use their human machines, feh I prefer the river” she crossed her arms in a self superior manner.
“They have shampoo” AnRak bribed.
“No” her answer was the same, she felt fine.
Yazl looked up at her “you really should, you smell weird…”
She frowned embarrassed gazing at the boy’s sapphire eyes “I do not!!” She lifted one of her wings to her nose sniffing the limb “see?” She smelled awful though.
“You never used shampoo have you, come on…” AnRak dragged her by the arm down stairs, but accidentally pricked himself on her hot spur. It was a slight pain, but enough of an inconvenience for him to verbally address with an “ow.”
They were down the hall within the apartment, Tamoka embarrassedly apologized because she didn’t mean to hurt him, however if it was purposely she wouldn’t think twice.
“It’s okay” he smiled to her, he wished his hand through her black and silver hair, feeling how breezy it was, yet still had a dirty texture. “Well this shampoo ideal should be new to you” his deep voice had it’s usual tease to it, as he shown her the door.
It was no use… Tamoka was now alone in the bathroom. The room was aqua tiled. She stood there, staring at all the mechanical apparatuses. One was a large white bathtub. The other a long snake like hose with a small stool in front of it and several different knobs.
She felt some of the knobs, they were warm from recent use, but she had no idea what to do with them. She just knew they would make water some how. She began to undress, undoing the clamps of her armored belt, which looped over her waist and around her thighs. She pulled off the piece and threw it on the floor with a loud clunk. Next she pulled her heavy chest armor off over her head, squeezing her wings out of the back part was most difficult, because the slits for them were narrow, but after wards this piece dropped onto the floor with a heavier clunk.
She was now wearing just a black tank top, the lightly covered her hefty bosom and partially her well toned stomach. The back of the tank top was wedged against her wings. The arms and wings shared the same holes. She pulled the stretched top off, her spherical breasts lopping about freely, paler than the rest of her ghost hide. She pulled her shorts off and covered her round heart shaped buttocks with her wings. This was her veil. In such a strange environment she felt it necessary to keep herself covered in case. The only clothing she left on her was the necklace with the hex circle under her neck.
Now to the facet. She sat her bottom on the stool, it was wet and her tail swayed onto her thigh as she held the hose with one hand. She stared down three different levels. One with an ‘H” one with a ‘C” and the big one in between that moved all around. She knew the hot and cold ones and held the hose away twisting them, but nothing happened. She cursed it looking at the hose, switching the hot one off and the cold one up all the way, still there was nothing. At last she turned her attention to the middle one. She lifted it up and water began to drizzle out.
“Ah-ha!” in her excitement of learning this new skill she lifted the level up all the way and the hose sprayed her with powerful pressure. She squealed loudly at the frightfully icy water as it backed her into a corner. Her shrieking was not unheard, the whole neighborhood could hear this sound.
AnRak who was below discussing the matter of the wolf monster with the father, immediately raced up to see the problem. He went in alone and saw the pathetic hellian tinkering with the knobs. First it was cold, then she made it too hot. He sighed walking over, pulling down the big center lever.
“You didn’t try that one?” AnRak sighed at the pitiful demon. “You really are hopeless…” He looked back to her, but was slapped in the face by the pink faced creature.
“I almost had it!”
He set her down, and she wrapped a towel around herself. To cover her bosom too. First he hosed down her wings and washed them with what could’ve been a toilet brush, but with the soap it did the trick. He used the hose and bristled her hair with water then lightly lathered shampoo into the black and silver mess. Her hair was now a mass of foam and bubbles, her horns sticking out of the white cloud.
His hands gentle to her scalp massaging it around the sharp points and underneath her ears. She sat there, trying to conjure words. In her nude state it felt harder for her to speak, but she eventually erected another façade, though softer than the usual barrier.
“My mom used to wash my hair… Like this” her eyes went cross and stupefied what the hell was she saying?
AnRak took this opportunity gently, he knew her enough to realize she never spoke of things like this “oh? What was she like?” for the moment he dispensed with teasing her.
“Like…” She wasn’t sure how to describe her mom. She thought of her jet black hair and her kind, yet sad eyes. “She was sad.”
“The apple didn’t fall too far from the tree did it?” AnRak smiled “Was she a human?” For some reason his own voice stuttered. Tamoka’s origins may not have been so unfamiliar to him.
“She was…”
For a brief period there was silence. AnRak’s hands continued to massage Tamoka’s scalp. The things she was saying alarmed him to a point, but he had his own clever emotional shield put up, filling a bucket with lukewarm water, gently dumping it over her to get the soap out of her hair.
“We came from Tendo, but had to leave as soon as they knew about my wretched life…” she balled up her fists.
“Is this why you scared children?” The original crime AnRak hunted her for. “You were jealous…” He washed under her chin with a wash cloth “trust me, you are not a wretch, well, aside from your hair” he laughed, but in an un-calming way. Tamoka’s Tendo origin ripped through his chest. Slowly he asked “what happened to her?” his concern was deeply rooted into his own being. He had to know the truth.
“She was killed…” Her voice hissed lowly “a dark man… He made everything dark… It was him” She recalled the moment clearly, though everything was shadowy when it happened. “I would’ve saved her! Now!” Her claw barely grazed AnRak’s cheek giving him three small slits which blood fell.
She shown remorse for what she had done, becoming barely audible “sorry…” this was the second time she apologized, that attack was not meant for him. If she didn’t realize at the last moment he would have been killed.
AnRak chuckled rubbing his face wish a wash cloth, turning away filling the bathtub with water “it’s all right. Here, rinse yourself off, the family has prepared a dinner for us…”
He left without saying anymore words. The thoughts circled through his mind. A tornado of truth. Her mother was human, but taken from by darkness. This scene played in his head. He could see it so clearly, it was as if he was there. “Tamoka…” He closed his eyes walking down the poorly lit hall, holding the walls with his hands as if his mind was making him weak. He had to see the saint that night, it could not wait.
The room became steamy. Tamoka sank into the hot water, her wings draped out of the tub. Her whole body enjoyed the heat, it soared back many memories of her past and being taken care of by her mom. She also thought of Yazl and playing games with him. She recalled being young, watching the other children play baseball.
A small set of red beady eyes watched the children play their ball game on a sunny after noon. The sky was much lighter than it really was. The game was fun to watch. The owner of the eyes was the small hellish creature Tamoka. She was wearing a bright yellow shirt and a small red skirt which her little tail stuck out of, she hadn’t yet grown wings yet. Around her neck was a chain necklace with the hex pendant. This child hid behind a bush. She wish that one day she could play too.
The kids gathered, were they done playing? They were in a huddle speaking. Tamoka watched interestingly, then her heart raced as they called out to her. It was unbelievable, the normal children noticed her. She stepped out of the bushes sadly, her head pointed downwards. They then invited her to play. She played a few innings in the out field. The kids seemed to avoid her. Three times she caught the ball, zooming a cross the field at great speed. Though she was very good and scored all three outs, they still treated her foreign.
At last they gave her the baseball bat. They tried to explain the rules, but she watched them so often she knew before they said anything. She stood at the home plate holding the bat. At last she was playing baseball. The pitcher readied his arm to throw the ball to her, but suddenly one bashed her in the back of the head. With a whimper the girl fell forward onto her hands and knees, her tail up violently, as she was hit in the rear with another ball. One of the boys slashed at her tail with another baseball bat. This torture was accompanied with mockery.
“Freak!”
“Smelly little troll!”
“Mutant!”
Soon they began to pelt rocks at her, but not one touched her. For the hex pendant by her neck began to glow and with the baseball bat gripped in her three fingers she slammed each and every rock away. She was at her feet, now violently hissing at them all, while tears flowed down her pale face. Several of the children came at her with baseball bats and sticks, but she easily fought them all off, as if she had been an expert swordsman. The kids ran away frightened. The girl dropped that bat, standing their, battered. Her tears wouldn’t stop, she was rejected and even oppressed.
“Tamoka!” Her mother came to her, garnished in a black robe. Her long black hair draped out of the hood and she defensively picked up her daughter “my poor baby…” She held her close and brought her away from the field. The anger later left Tamoka and at last she was able to release the baseball bat from her harsh grip. Her mother’s soft eyes gazed down at her, lovingly, though sad. It was parental sadness, something she couldn’t control. Tamoka was not a normal child in fact hated by the world, but she was loved by her mother. It was that incident they were forced to leave Tendo.
Tamoka stepped out of the tub, drying off. Dressing only in her flimsy garments sparing the armor for now, because it was aggravating to get back on.
Out of the bathroom Yazl was waiting for her. The youth’s sapphire gaze made any creature smile, even her. She was glad to have this human friend. “We’ve got dinner ready” he smiled pulling her by the shorts, down stairs and into the kitchen which doubled as the dining room.
It was evening and Tamoka had been getting tired, but was willing to eat a home cooked meal. “I already bathed and played, so why not eat?” She happily sat at the table her empty belly screaming. AnRak sat beside her.
“Enjoy your bath?” He smirked.
“More or less” she stuck her tongue out at him.
The table was decorated with napkins and all kinds of silverware. Bowls of food and a large plate of some sort of meat covered in a red sauce was on top.
The father spoke in grace as all, held hands, Tamoka against the idea of touching anybody of course. “Lord, thank you for these kind people who have saved us and for the food you provide us with every day. The world as it is may be in shambles, but we enjoy the company of all of your creatures.” Human and Hellian. Tamoka was holding the older woman’s hand, who gripped hers tightly at this part, feeling around the hot spur. These two were the only ones without their heads bowed. The prayer was finished and they began to eat.
The food was delicious, the sweet succulent ribs were like nothing AnRak or Tamoka had ever eaten. They both even had fondness for the mashed potatoes and of course these rations were too in few, so Tamoka and AnRak eventually had to fight over the last rib, which in namesake was Tamoka’s, but they cut it in half. Tamoka ate the mashed potatoes right out of the bowl, not caring about the silverware of manners, her tongue cleaning it out, accidentally leaving tooth marks in some of it’s wooden frame.
“You must really like it… Too bad I didn’t make more…” The mother sighed.
“No, no ma’am it’s quite all right, you see my friend she just lacks in table manners” AnRak explained.
“Look buddy, I aint the only one!” She chewed on his ear.
After dinner, they were both given separate rooms. It was a large apartment complex for one family, so there were many rooms to spare. AnRak enjoyed the vibrancy of his. Tamoka was amazed by the luxury, but deemed it unnecessary and challenged herself to sleep on the floor.
“Now, now young miss this bed was made up all for you” the mother brought her to the large white blanketed bed. Tamoka was pushed into it. She fell in love with it’s angel soft cushion. Cousin Pete laid in the bed with her.
“We can share.” The whole family punched him in the face including Tamoka. Interspecies relationship was forbidden and a bit disgusting.
Laying on the bed, Tamoka felt that this is what it must be like to be human. The rest of the family bid her goodnight except the grandmother. The old woman remained in the lighted room staring at Tamoka. She just stared with this creepy smile.
“What?” Tamoka’s voice clearly expressed and uncomforting annoyance.
The old woman’s wrinkled face molted into a greater smile of joy as she slowly approached her “you are a terror, but a very beautiful creature…” She opened her eyes “humans claim demons are evil… but everything that came from hell was the evil of humanity.” She was speaking of the old days.
Nervously Tamoka rubbed the back of her head “that’s nice grandma, but I’m not from there, just descended, so…”
“So that makes you beyond human or beyond demon.”
“Or genetically a combo of both.”
“Yes, a combination of two evil forces have created a force of light, you are a brilliant light… I thank you for saving Yazl” The old woman kissed Tamoka’s forehead laying her into the bed, tucking her in. “You are more special by the heart that is within you, keep all those who care for you closely. These will be your greatest treasures, never forget this my dear.” She walked out turning the light off “sleep well child.”
The whole mystical thing about her so called friends being treasures got her thinking. She said nothing to the woman, because it was hard to deny it. AnRak, Yazl and all the others were nice, being with them was almost paradise. This was Tamoka’s last waking thought. Almost paradise…
It all ended… Tamoka was jolted from her bed, by her wall exploding. It sent her flying a crossed the room. She stood up seeing the gaping hole filled with fire from the outside. Many explosions followed and the building around her crumbled.
Quickly Tamoka checked all the rooms. AnRak’s was beside her, but it was destroyed and no dead body to be seen. Getting to the other rooms were difficult being on the upper level as more explosions followed. The stairs gave way underneath her feet, so she used her claws to climb up the stairwell.
On the upper level the bloodied and dismembered bodies of the mother and father were found.
Above her head was Cousin Pete’s arm draped over a large whole, crimson liquid dripping from it. More explosions and the hum of military vehicles sounded. She knew they were after her. Seeing the horrific sight brought her great anger. She would avenge them all. She found a hole in the wall and was about to take flight, but her foot was grabbed, immediately she smelt it was the grandmother. The sight however ghastly.
The old woman was burnt badly, her grey hair singed off of her now wet with blood scalp. Her hand firmly on Tamoka’s. “Yazl” the woman pointed to the small boy who was underneath the bed.
“Where?” Tamoka kneeled down, holding grandmother, but she died then and there “grandma…” Tamoka looked to the hand, seeing him. She ran over, lifting the bed. The roof over their heads exploded, she ducked using her wings as a shield, but from that hole she took flight carrying the boy, cradling him in her arms.
She flew out of harms way, nearly half a kilometer undetected. She shook Yazl awake, at first he was out of it, coughing “mommy the rack fell…” His words meant nothing, he thought the explosions was his clothes rack.
“Shhh…” Tamoka checked his face and body making sure he wasn’t bleeding, but he was just covered in ash.
He looked about, shocked to see what was happening, things beginning to process “where’s everybody, why are we outside?” He looked to Tamoka, startled at first, but remembering she was her friend. Both of them ducked as a helicopter flew by them.
“They’re all dead…” Her voice was grim “these people killed them… In search of..” she didn’t finish her sentence, hugging the now crying Yazl.
There were soldiers and tanks flooding into the apartment complex area. They were all seeking the ‘bat like demon.’ They checked the rubble, finding nothing, but corpses. The whole area was scrapped not just Yazl’s apartment.
Yazl was shrieking he didn’t understand why he lost his family. Neither of them truly did. This was wrong and Tamoka feeling responsible was about to rectify it as best as she could. She ripped open the soda machine and emptied it’s contents, making room for Yazl.
“Stay here.”
“Please… don’t go, don’t!” he shrieked.
“I’m not going anywhere, just stay here, do not come out no matter what happens. I will be back.” She nuzzled his forehead with her cheek and closed the door. His sad eyes wouldn’t leave her mind. They were now her inspiration as she walked her path of destruction.
 Shielsia · Mon Aug 16, 2010 @ 10:34am · 0 Comments |
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