Mortala

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Hey guys, this is one of my many attempts to write a story. If it seems like it just bounces everywhere please let me know!!
WARNING:
THIS IS A BOYXBOY IF YOU GET OFFENED OR ANYTHING OH WELL. I WARNED YOU.
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I gripped the rusted silver platter as I walked over to a small wooden chair next to a worn out bed with a sleeping figure on it. "Good evening Mr. Malcolm." The grey haired figure shifted a bit before sitting up slowly.
"Is the war over?" He says in a low almost frightened tone.
"Yes sir, it has been over for more than 50 years." I respond as I lay the platter on the small bedside table beside the small candle lighting the room. Mr. Malcolm has been the only man to respond after the Great War. However, he would only speak to me. A 19 year old who just finished school. He trusted me. Only me. I don't really blame the man. He's been through so much and all other Traumatic Nurses treat him with disrespect.

"Oh, yes, now I recall. I seem to forget good manners in the times we are in now.." He says gripping his sheets tightly before releasing. His eyes wandered up to my dark brown eyes, his icy blue eyes would make anyone uncomfortable but to me. It is a sight to see. "Cohen... Your mother...... Where is she.......?" My mother had been his Nurse before I started my treating him.

I sigh as I pull the little wooden chair up by the bed, "Malcolm, she died.. A few years back. You ought to remember. I tell you almost everyday. Anyway, it's time for you to eat. You need your energy."
"Mm... I suppose." He says as he reaches over and grabs the sides of the platter and sits it on his lap. "What happened to her?" He questioned lifting the small round lid that revealed a piece of bread and cheese with a small glass of water.
"She grew ill. Doctors didn't know what it was or even where to start with treatment. But I have a question.. If you don't mind... What was it like...yknow before the war." I said.
He scoffed, "We had more than fucking bread and cheese." He chuckled at himself, "It was hardly any better tho. We were all headed down hill at the time. I was 15 when it started. Even I knew it was going to get bad. I never imagined the fall of the world though. I've always wanted a son.. It's irrelevant I know."
I felt an overwhelming feeling of pity for the man. He had been through so much. I don't understand how he dealt with it. I stood and thanked him for his cooperation and that id see him tomorrow.

As I made my way down the dim candlelit hallway I could hear the other patients sleeping soundly in there room. It seems they're only peaceful when they are dreaming and away from our world. I felt the usual sweat glands on my neck and back as they prepared to give hormones into the air. I hated this time of the month. It is what they call the Female to Male Reproductive System. Or the FMRS. It is a genetic mutation not many men have. It can only be caused by a man or woman being exposed to too much radiation. Their genetic code is changed. They however don't get the FMRS. Only their sons may get it. It gives the son a new sack that is attached to the intestines that holds eggs. It can then be fertilized by other men through anal sex. If they have daughters they are usually infertile and undergo muscle development during puberty that only men usually get. But, there isn't many people who have it. I am one of 7 in my village of Mortala to have it. The hormone released is much stronger than a woman in heat or her menstrual cycle as they used to call it. Other men can smell it from miles away, and it is released through sweat glands in the neck and back of that male. Men's only thought is to breed. It gives us the same cramps and mood swings of women, It also begins when we're 13.

I reached the end of the hall and pulled the metal door hard, it won't open without great difficulty. I managed to get it open and stepped out to see the sun on the horizon. I love sunsets, they're beautiful. I looked out on the town the worn buildings, people walking up and down the dirt path dividing the buildings. I started to walk before I felt a familiar hand hit my stomach, not too hard but enough to draw a noise from my throat.
"Oh, sorry." The deep raspy voice said, "You know I get a bit violent when you start." Lane, might as well be my brother. He was taken in by my mother as a child, but that was years before my arrival.
I straightened my posture a bit before taking his hand off of my stomach, "Lane, you've been trying for years. Hitting me every time is getting you no where closer."
I felt his breath hit my neck and he dragged his tongue on the side and pecking it with his lips. "You try too hard." I say as I turn and walk down the dirt path. I got maybe 3 yards away before he appeared right in front of me. No surprise his speed and strength outdoes mine by..a lot. It is expected since he's apart of the Fortane, a special military force unique to our village. Before they were named people called them death ninjas. They kill with such speed and precision.
"You know I've claimed you. I've even fought for you and I kept the others away, but you won't even let me breed with you. After I do so much for you." He spits at me. His anger is very easily flipped on. He has never hurt me. Besides the hit every time I start. That isn't even a hit tho. More of a forced touch. We live together and sleep together. That is because he has fought for me and won me. That's how our society is. If a man fights for you and puts his life down just to claim you as his, you are required to live and take care of him. However, you aren't required to have his children.
"I simply don't want one." I reply, walking around him again. I heard a rumble come from his throat. Then his emerald green eyes were right in front of mine, his black hair slightly above his eyes.
"We will have a child one day, Cohen. You save your precious untouched body. But it will be mine." He growls at me, and vanishes like he was never there.

I walked the 30 minutes to get to my home. When I entered the front door of the small old home Lane was standing there waiting.
"Do you not want me to father your kids?" The level of seriousness in his voice almost scared me. His eyes told me differently.. He had been crying.
"I never said that." I replied.
A tear ran down his cheek as I said that.
"I don't care if you never have a kid with me.. I just want you... I love you so much..." He wiped his eyes.
"I don't care," I said without thinking, "I have no choice but to be with you."
His facial expression immediately dropped, he almost dropped with it.
"I-I..... I understand.." He whispered, walking over, he placed a small kiss on my forehead. "I no longer will keep you like a slave.... I-I relie-relieve you from m....me...." he walks out I can hear the small water droplets from his eyes hitting the floor as he slips out of the door and then, silence.
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Things in the next chapter might change a bit. No need to panic. ❤️