Tales of a Shifter (P5) The White Mountain

Chapter 79 - Unstoppable Forces

God Im going to skin that fucking lion alive one of these days!! 'm SO SO sick of being knocked unconscious!

It was an unimportant and ridiculous thought, but it was the first thought that the Druid had upon clawing his way up to consciousness. And he was far from able to focus on less random thoughts as his being thrummed with pain and confusion

The Druid couldn't deny that the last few years of being attacked, knocked down and waking up in horrible positions was starting to really ware stale. Brandon groaned inside as his eyes snapped open.

Brandon shifted, then bit back an excruciating scream as his entire body locked on a boundless lustful cry of Hunger that nearly drove him back into unconsciousness. God, he needed to feed. He needed ether, energy.

Darkness and blurred sounds sights and scents teased him as he fought the broken will of his body to move past the heart-stopping pain and debilitating g hunger. He moved his arms and Brandon shuddered and bit back a cry as he came to realize that his arms were bound with thick ropes.

Through hazy sight he glanced up and saw that the black ropes binding his wrists had been, looped around the head of the altar through a thick circular piece of metal carved in a strange symbol affixed to the cement. Movement ground his arms in their sockets in a very intense and painful way that Brandon quickly realized was extremely intentional.

The sharp ache of his blood and the vicious hunger of the stone seethed and clawed around in side of him like waves made of razor blades and desperate madness. For years Brandon had dealt with the needs of his body to feed on life essences and hunger for the energy around him. But it cost him greatly to be denied. His body rebelled against him.

The Acris feasted on him...and he broiled in the hell that was his body of agony and hunters that were not his own. It was sobering to know that he and these desires and needs were so deeply intertwined and that they would always be for as long as he lived.

Even so, Brandon did manage to press the pain and suffering of his physical body to the back of his mind and he tried to focus instead on the chill at core of his heart. The cold where nothing else mattered except the fact that Ezekiel was not there. And the chill of his heart that knew that he was in a terrible situation.

He remembered as a flash of lightning to the brain how Ann had betrayed them, attacked them and how he had fallen into the darkness with Ezekiel's voice in his head.

Where is he?... Is he alive?

Brandon closed his eyes and shook of the somber depressing question.

Yes...he's alive I would know if he was gone... I would know...I just have to get away somehow. I have to fight!

At this point the rest of the area around him began to come into focus, more from his sheer force of will to make the room stop dropping in and out of consciousness. Brandon wasted no time on feeling scared, or sad, or frustrated. He remember quiet keenly what had happened with the traitorous Sister Ann. His eyes burned with rage at her betrayal...and his soul ached to know what exactly was about to happen now...to him and to Ezekiel.

Brandon of course knew that he was very likely soon to meet his fate...but he fretted deeply over his Guardian...and wondered if there was anything else left that he could do for the Shifter.

A cloudy heaven stretched out above him. Countless candle lights floated above him and the pearly light from above beat down into his eyes. Searing the sight into his pounding skull and numb mind.

Oh God...blue boy...oh god.

Brandon swallowed as he tore his eyes away and looked out across the room.