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Category:
S through Z › Underworld
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
3,727
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Underworld or its characters and I make no money from them.
Chapter 2
Chapter Two
The following morning, Singe dared to venture out of the room and explore what seemed to be his new home. The underground location was musty and cold, of course, but surprisingly well lit. Several other lycans were awake, some of which were fully transformed. Singe could not help but still be surprised at the sight, as he had only seen Lucian transform once.
He had not gone through a complete transformation himself yet; on his first night he was told he more resembled something stuck painfully between human and monster. Lucian had explained that a true metamorphosis would not occur until the next full moon, which was about three weeks from now. But apparently these other lycans did not need the moon to transform... just as Lucian.
Singe was hungry; the last time he ate was at a tavern last night, with Lucian. He wondered where the lycans kept their food supplies...
"Looking for something?"
Singe jumped at the voice from his left. Out from the shadows came a shorter lycan, grizzled like most of the others, a smirk fixed onto his stubbly visage.
"Just something to eat," Singe said warily. Lucian told him to trust his new comrades, but he hardly trusted anyone in his later human years anyway. Besides, he was unnerved by the way this man was looking at him.
"I think maybe we can point you in the right direction..." the scruffy lycan replied.
"T-thank you..." the scientist stammered, and winced when the lycan unexpectedly caught his arm and started dragging him along deeper underground. Singe's alarm bell had gone off long ago, but he dared not resist as he was shoved – rather harshly – into a room which supposedly worked as a sort of storage space.
"So, you're Lucian's new pet..." the scruffy man sneered, advancing on Singe to the point of making the scientist back into the wall, "Say what you want about the man himself... but he ain't got taste!"
"I..." Singe said, now beginning to be truly afraid. "I would not know... what is this place...?" He began to shift to his left, toward the doorway, but the other lycan stepped in his way once more.
"Ah, ah," the lycan reprimanded, looking the younger man up and down as though inspecting a side of beef to be carved. "We're just gonna have a nice little talk, you and me, away from any other distractions..."
Singe backed into a corner, now frightened for his life. This man wanted to hurt him – it was obvious from the way he looked at him. The Austrian’s newly enhanced senses detected something thick and distinct in the air. Hunger? Lust?
"Please... don't hurt me..." Singe whispered, bringing up his arms in defense. This place was cold, but it was not the reason why he shivered now. The other lycan however ignored him and continued to close the space between their bodies.
"Hurt you?" He laughed crudely. "I'm not going to 'hurt you'. I'm just going to show you something... If you try really hard, you might even like it..."
Singe shuddered under the now clawed hand which tried to caress his chin. He knew what other men were capable of. As a human, the scientist thought he trusted one of his best friends enough to reveal himself, to confess his desires for the same gender. He was wrong. He was beaten bloody by his traitorous friend and a few other colleagues, but he had escaped. And now all that his mind told him was to run, so he did. He kicked the lycan in the stomach and frantically ran from the storage room, desperate to get back to his sleeping quarters. The grizzled lycan staggered out after him, face red with fury.
"Grab that bitch!" he shouted to some other lycans.
Only seconds afterwards, a large hand grabbed Singe’s hair and practically lifted him off the ground. The young lycan cried out when he was thrown to the floor and then another lycan stepped forward to kick him forcefully in the gut. The younger man felt blood on his lips as another pair of hands grabbed him and jerked him up, a massive forearm wrapping around his throat like a snake. He already knew that crying for help would likely not avail him.
"Not one of Lucian's prettier fledglings, is he?" the short lycan from the storage room asked his comrades.
"No," one of them agreed.
"Please..." Singe managed to beg past the strangling hold. "Please, no..." He was interrupted by another toss to the ground as though her were nothing but a rag doll. Looking up he realized his glasses, no longer needed save for sentimentality, had been thrown from his face. As he reached for them, a heavy boot smashed them to pieces. The other lycans laughed at Singe's humiliation.
Why were they doing this? Why hurt him? He had never done anything to them, and yet they only wanted to hurt him. He felt as if this anguish had been going on all his life. Where ever he went, others always hurt him, emotionally and physically. Apparently these creatures were no different from everyone else. He was hauled up by two strong arms yet again, and this time he was thrown over the man's shoulder. Singe hit his fists against the lycan's back, but what good did it do?
Soon he noticed that he was being taken back to the storage room, and back there, he had no question of what would happen to him.
.
.
To be continued
The following morning, Singe dared to venture out of the room and explore what seemed to be his new home. The underground location was musty and cold, of course, but surprisingly well lit. Several other lycans were awake, some of which were fully transformed. Singe could not help but still be surprised at the sight, as he had only seen Lucian transform once.
He had not gone through a complete transformation himself yet; on his first night he was told he more resembled something stuck painfully between human and monster. Lucian had explained that a true metamorphosis would not occur until the next full moon, which was about three weeks from now. But apparently these other lycans did not need the moon to transform... just as Lucian.
Singe was hungry; the last time he ate was at a tavern last night, with Lucian. He wondered where the lycans kept their food supplies...
"Looking for something?"
Singe jumped at the voice from his left. Out from the shadows came a shorter lycan, grizzled like most of the others, a smirk fixed onto his stubbly visage.
"Just something to eat," Singe said warily. Lucian told him to trust his new comrades, but he hardly trusted anyone in his later human years anyway. Besides, he was unnerved by the way this man was looking at him.
"I think maybe we can point you in the right direction..." the scruffy lycan replied.
"T-thank you..." the scientist stammered, and winced when the lycan unexpectedly caught his arm and started dragging him along deeper underground. Singe's alarm bell had gone off long ago, but he dared not resist as he was shoved – rather harshly – into a room which supposedly worked as a sort of storage space.
"So, you're Lucian's new pet..." the scruffy man sneered, advancing on Singe to the point of making the scientist back into the wall, "Say what you want about the man himself... but he ain't got taste!"
"I..." Singe said, now beginning to be truly afraid. "I would not know... what is this place...?" He began to shift to his left, toward the doorway, but the other lycan stepped in his way once more.
"Ah, ah," the lycan reprimanded, looking the younger man up and down as though inspecting a side of beef to be carved. "We're just gonna have a nice little talk, you and me, away from any other distractions..."
Singe backed into a corner, now frightened for his life. This man wanted to hurt him – it was obvious from the way he looked at him. The Austrian’s newly enhanced senses detected something thick and distinct in the air. Hunger? Lust?
"Please... don't hurt me..." Singe whispered, bringing up his arms in defense. This place was cold, but it was not the reason why he shivered now. The other lycan however ignored him and continued to close the space between their bodies.
"Hurt you?" He laughed crudely. "I'm not going to 'hurt you'. I'm just going to show you something... If you try really hard, you might even like it..."
Singe shuddered under the now clawed hand which tried to caress his chin. He knew what other men were capable of. As a human, the scientist thought he trusted one of his best friends enough to reveal himself, to confess his desires for the same gender. He was wrong. He was beaten bloody by his traitorous friend and a few other colleagues, but he had escaped. And now all that his mind told him was to run, so he did. He kicked the lycan in the stomach and frantically ran from the storage room, desperate to get back to his sleeping quarters. The grizzled lycan staggered out after him, face red with fury.
"Grab that bitch!" he shouted to some other lycans.
Only seconds afterwards, a large hand grabbed Singe’s hair and practically lifted him off the ground. The young lycan cried out when he was thrown to the floor and then another lycan stepped forward to kick him forcefully in the gut. The younger man felt blood on his lips as another pair of hands grabbed him and jerked him up, a massive forearm wrapping around his throat like a snake. He already knew that crying for help would likely not avail him.
"Not one of Lucian's prettier fledglings, is he?" the short lycan from the storage room asked his comrades.
"No," one of them agreed.
"Please..." Singe managed to beg past the strangling hold. "Please, no..." He was interrupted by another toss to the ground as though her were nothing but a rag doll. Looking up he realized his glasses, no longer needed save for sentimentality, had been thrown from his face. As he reached for them, a heavy boot smashed them to pieces. The other lycans laughed at Singe's humiliation.
Why were they doing this? Why hurt him? He had never done anything to them, and yet they only wanted to hurt him. He felt as if this anguish had been going on all his life. Where ever he went, others always hurt him, emotionally and physically. Apparently these creatures were no different from everyone else. He was hauled up by two strong arms yet again, and this time he was thrown over the man's shoulder. Singe hit his fists against the lycan's back, but what good did it do?
Soon he noticed that he was being taken back to the storage room, and back there, he had no question of what would happen to him.
.
.
To be continued