Title:Door To Fantasy.
Rating: Nc-17
Disclaimer: This didn't happen, because it's fantasy!
"Amazing what you can do with special effect's these days," Kirk commented.
"You're just jaded," Lars retorted. "Too many of those fucking horror films. Me... I like something a little more unreal."
"Well that was pretty unreal," Kirk said turning off the TV. "Now can we do something else. If I have to sit in this fucking hotel watching fucking fantasy movies any more, I'm going to barf."
"Me too!" James got up. "Anyone want a beer?"
Jason looked up from where he'd been staring at the screen. "Well, I'm with Lars on this one. It would be really cool to be heroes... go round rescuing maidens in distress, killing the bad guy!" Jason made a few swinging motions with his arm as if with an imaginary sword. "Take that, fucker!"
"Some hero you'd make," James snorted. "You're dangerous with a water pistol and that's about it."
"At least I'm not a fairy!" Jason said, looking at Kirk.
Kirk grinned and ruffled Jason's long hair. "One day, Jase!" he said. "And you'll wonder what you've been missing!"
Lars leapt up, grabbed a drumstick and flung the other one at Jason. They began a mock battle with the sticks masquerading as swords around the room, knocking over chairs, chasing each other round the suite.
Kirk looked at James. "How old are they?"
"Twenty eight but they just act five," James said in a wry tone.
Kirk watched as Lars tripped backwards over a rug, and Jason landed on him, wrestling him down to the floor. He began to tickle the drummer hard and Lars dissolved into giggles.
"Man..." the guitarist sighed. "I'd love to be in that position right now."
James grinned roguishly. "I can think of a better position for you," he said. "Bending over that fucking table, taking my cock up your ass."
Kirk raised his eyebrows. "Beats watching fantasy films any day."
James clipped Kirk round the back of the head. "You're such a fucking slut. Come on. Let's get to the arena early... watch the support band sound check?"
Kirk looked at his watch. "May as well."
James strode over, grabbed Jason's waistband and hauled him of the helplessly laughing Lars. "Come on dicks. We're going to the arena." He put an arm around Lars' shoulders and led him out of the room, Kirk following.
Jason was left behind for a moment. He picked up the video case and looked at the picture on the front. "Man... that would be so fucking cool...if fantasy were real!"
They got to the arena spent some time checking with their own road crew exactly what was what, then they watched the support band sound check. It was usually the only time they ever got to see them, then went back stage to familiarise themselves with the layout. James often had nightmares of Spinal Tap-wise getting lost on the way to the stage and always insisted that everyone knew where everything was.
Lars and Jason were still talking about that fucking film they'd seen. As the four band members threaded their way underneath the stage, through the flight cases and struts, James could hear them comparing favourite parts.
"I really liked the bit when the dragon carried off the chick... and dropped her," Jason said "Blood and guts. Yeah! That was cool! I didn't expect that."
"Neither did I, but the effects in that bit with the wizard bad guy was great," Lars said in his usual enthusiastic way. He raised his hands and spoke in a sepultural tone "I am the door into the past. You will obey my every whim!" he giggled. "And how about when he summoned the four heroes from the dead? That was pretty neat... 'I am Azad and I command you to come back... come back... and beat me if you dare...' Man. The over acting was great. I almost... WOAH!"
There was a sudden gust of wind that nearly knocked the diminutive drummer to the floor. He grabbed a strut and let out a yell. "What the fuck?" Everyone else ducked as papers, litter and other rubbish came flying at them.
"What the hell?" James roared. "What the fuck is going on?" he grabbed hold of a nearby flight case and held on, his long hair whipped into his face by the force of the wind. "Jeez, Did someone let off a wind machine or something?"
Suddenly there was a scream from Lars. Everyone looked round and to their horror saw a whirling abyss of light appear right next to him. He screamed again, and then was sucked down into it.
"Lars!" yelled Kirk. He let go of the strut he was holding onto and made for the weird light, shading his hands over his eyes as it began to get brighter and brighter.
"Kirk.. don't go near that..." Jason cried over the howl of the wind, but it was too late. Before he could blink, the guitarist was gone.
Jason looked at James. James looked at Jason. "What do we do?" asked Jason loudly.
James was tempted to say leave them, but knew he could never say it. These guys were his best friends... and one was his lover... He couldn't let that happen.
"We go get them back," he growled in a determined voice. "Where ever the fuck they are." He grabbed hold of Jason's hair and hauled the bassist after him into the light...
PART TWO
Lars exhaled in relief when Kirk turned up beside him. "What the fuck's going on?" he asked. "I didn't know we said the support band could shoot a video here."
Kirk looked around, puzzled. "Or that there was so much space for them to do it." He cracked a grin suddenly. "You'd have thought even Testament would've come up with something a bit less tacky than this though, wouldn't you."
Lars grimaced as he looked around them at the painstakingly recreated cave interior, torches burning in metal sconces fastened to the walls, the stone altar behind them, and the hordes of male extras in front of them, all wearing facepaint, their long hair braided with beads, and all carrying surprisingly business-like looking ceremonial spears. They appeared to be dumbstruck at the pair's sudden appearance.
"Ok, so how do we get out of here?" Kirk asked. "And how'd we get in here anyway?"
The two looked around again, searching for a cunningly concealed door in one of the cave walls.
Lars shrugged. "Well, we already ruined their take anyway," he muttered. "Hey fuckers!" His yell sent a reaction jolting through the assembled throng; a muttering started, which began to rise in volume. "How the fuck do we get out of here?"
Sudden silence. Lars was beginning to get seriously pissed, when a huge guy stepped forward, his face concealed by an ornate mask gold-coloured mask. There were eyeholes in the mask, but the drummer found that nothing of the man's eyes was visible through them. As well as his spear, with its intricately carved shaft, the guy had an enormous curved sword hanging by his side.
"Is that you, Chuck, you fucker?" Lars demanded, aggressively poking him in the chest. "Enough's enough - how do we get out of here?"
Whatever answer might have been forthcoming was destined never to be known because at that moment, there was a yell behind them and they turned to see James and Jason appearing, apparently from thin air. The impetus of James' forward movement as he'd grabbed for Jason meant that they were still moving as they appeared, and Kirk staggered under the impact as James crashed into him before he went down, the larger man landing on top of him. Jason had nothing to break his fall and landed with an oomph that knocked all the air out of him, sprawled over the altar.
At the sight, a murmur swept through the crowd, and Lars turned back to stare in amazement as, as one, they knelt. "Sera," a chant rose and hummed through the air. "Sera has returned."
James looked up from his position on top of Kirk, shaking his head as though to clear it. "What the fuck....?" he started.
Lars was getting an increasingly bad feeling about this. It was ridiculous. Rifuckingdiculous, but there'd been something about the way James and Jase had just appeared, not from a door, that was giving him a stirring in his guts.
"Er, guys," he landed an ungentle foot in Kirk's ribs, leading the guitarist to tear his dark eyes off James' face and turn them, wounded, upon him. "When you've finished humping one another down there…."
James turned his gaze back down on Kirk and, with a slow smile, deliberately rubbed his crotch against the guitarist's, before getting to his feet, leaving Kirk flushed and breathing heavily as he too climbed to his feet.
"Guys," Lars was getting increasingly agitated. "There's something weird here. You know that film, how we said it would be cool.…?"
Jason was beginning to struggle up, rubbing a hand across his stomach. The humming around then seemed to intensify in pitch.
"Don't be a dick, Ulrich," James exploded. "You're trying to tell me this is for real?"
He took a step forward and his hand reached out to the masked guy, ready to pull his mask off. Immediately he found himself motionless as the spear point pressed against his throat, and the humming abruptly stopped as the assembled ranks surged to their feet again.
"Now who's the dick?" Lars muttered mutinously before rolling his eyes despairingly at the others. "Now what the fuck do we do?"
"Come on, Kirk, you're the one into all this shit." Jason's voice sounded strained, though it was hard to tell whether this was the result of his being winded or the sight of the lead singer going to head to head with an armed maniac.
"Horror, not fantasy," Kirk snapped back. "I've got as much idea as you have."
"Well will somebody fucking do something?" James' natural impatience was not being soothed by the situation he found himself in.
"Radical notion I know, but why don't we try talking to them?" Jason hissed.
"Go on then," Lars hissed back, stepping backwards and pulling the nearest person, who happened to be Kirk, forwards.
"Wha - me? No way," he tried to back off, only to find that Lars was a lot stronger than he looked and he was left staring at the masked guy.
"Er, ok, then," he tried. "Till you decide to let us know who's set all this up, I guess we're going to have to go along with it." He raised his voice and enunciated clearly. "We don't mean you any harm."
Nothing.
"Great," James grunted derisively. "Why not try 'Take me to your leader' - it's slightly less cliched."
"Look, d'you want to get out of this or not?" Kirk retreated, defeated. "Somebody else try. Lars, you're good at talking."
"And we'll probably have died of old age before he gets round to the important part."
James' sarcastic voice was suddenly silenced as the pressure of the spear point against his throat increased.
"I don't think he likes you talking," Lars informed him helpfully. "In fact," looking around him at the way the assembled throng appeared to be closing in, "I don't think they like you at all…."
Jason's heart started to race. Someone had to do something. The entire mass had started to advance on James and the man in the mask. "STOP!" he screamed as loud as he could. He was amazed when everyone came to a halt and fell to their knees.
"Sera. Sera," they chanted as one.
"Fuck," Lars whispered. "Jase, they think you're this Sera dude. Keep up the act, whatever you do. James' life may depend on it."
Jason nodded and looked in the direction of the masked figure. He could see a slight trickle of blood coming from James' neck. "Release him," he commanded in the most authoritative voice he could find. He was shaking in his Reeboks.
"Yes, M'lord," the masked figure said, as he released James.
James abruptly pulled away and went over to the others "Well at least they aren't gonna kill us."
"For now," Kirk muttered.
"Well does anyone have a plan?" Lars asked.
"We have to figure out what's going on here, and get an idea of where we are," Kirk whispered.
Jason looked at the others. "I've got an idea, let's see if this works." Jason walked to the front of the altar.
"Why have you summoned me?" he asked the man in the mask.
The man fell to his knees. "I am your high priest, Devon. Oh Mighty one,"
"Mighty one?" James laughed and Jason shot him a look as Devon rose and crossed over to James
A nod of the priest's head and two rather large guards grasped James. A blow to the back of his leg's forced him to his knees. "This one shows you no respect, M'lord. Shall we punish him for you?"
Jason thought quickly, "No, not now, he is unimportant." He cringed at the look that crossed James face. For now it is 'you' that displeases me. I said, why have you summoned me?"
The priest removed his mask revealing a very handsome man who appeared just slightly older then Jason. He placed the mask carefully on the altar. "Forgive me." He bowed. "We've performed the ritual just as we have faithfully for the last thousand years, I have performed it, as have my father, and his father before him. The ritual of rebirth." He pointed to the side of the altar where two men were chained naked. "These two were to be your sacrifices, their seed would spill on the altar and symbolize the coming of plenty for the new season." He beamed proudly. "This is the first time in all these years that you have come forth, to take part personally in the ceremony."
"Take them?" Jason looked at the slaves. He didn't like the sound of this. "Continue," he told Devon.
"One man represents you and the other represents the sacrifice. After your image takes the other man on the altar and the seed spills upon it, he slits the sacrifices throat, combining your seed and the blood to assure our petitions." He stopped and raised an eyebrow. "Why don't you know this?"
Great! Think fast Jase! "There are so many sacrifices made in so many ways, I just wondered what your people did."
The priest nodded and seemed to accept the answer. Then Jason realized exactly what he said. "So you kill them?" His voice cracked. In a panic, he looked to James who mouthed the words 'be upset' to him. Jason started to look angry. He made one of his patented Jason scowls and said, "This displeases me. No more blood shed on this alter in my name."
The priest bowed. "Yes Sera," he said, then looked at Jason. "Would you do us the honor then, of taking the sacrifice on the altar and give us your 'personal' blessing?" Jason looked wary. "Our ceremony must be completed or it will mean dishonor."
Jason's eyes widened when he realized what the priest expected him to do. He looked to the others pleadingly "I...I...ca..."
"You can't expect him to take another in front of his consort," Lars blurted out.
Jason looked at Lars. James raised an eyebrow and Kirk just stared in disbelief at the tiny Dane.
"His consort?" The priest brightened. "Please M'lord this is wonderful! We would be doubly blessed if 'you' took your consort upon our altar. Your seed plus the seed of your chosen would ensure our prosperity," he begged.
"Sera...Sera," The crowd began to chant again.
'Oh Fuck!' Jason thought. Lars was only trying to help but now he was forced to pick someone to fuck from among his friends. He started to get hard and was really shocked he was so turned on. Worse of all, he had no idea of what to do with a guy. He knew what part went where, but he had no experience, and now he would be performing in front of an audience. His hard on quickly faded at that thought. He could see that the high priest started to notice his hesitation.
"Do we displease you? Is something wrong?" He looked worried.
Jason noticed the pleading looks of the others. They all realized that Jason was their only way out of this mess. He knew he would just have to do it. "No, you haven't displeased me. You'll have my blessing and our seed."
Jason looked at his three friends. They were his family, he knew they were all experienced with men. Just looking at them, if he was honest with himself, he'd take any one of them but there was really only one choice. He looked at James who was still on his knees. "Release him," he commanded. The guards complied and James rose and went to stand next to Kirk.
Jason walked toward Lars and smiled at him.
"I'm sorry, Jase I couldn't think of another way. I'd knew you'd be safe with one of us."
"It's fine, Lars. Really quick thinking," Jason said.
"So, you're okay with this?"
Jason nodded. "Yes," he said softly and took Lars' hand. He turned to the priest. "Begin the ceremony." Jason dropped Lars' hand, walked over and stood next to the priest.
The priest removed the golden mask from the altar and putting it on, he turned to the crowd. Extending his arms, he shouted out to the followers, "One of our gods has truly blessed us,"
"Gods!" Jason gasped softly, the full realization of what they were worshipping, started to sink in. He looked at the others and they too looked astonished. Just where the hell were they?
The priest continued. "He and his consort have chosen to grace our divine altar with their combined seed to render us a plentiful harvest..."
The crowd cheered.
"And a full victory in our war..."
"WAR?" Jason moaned. 'Oh no! What have I done?' he thought.
Jason's thoughts were pulled back to the ceremony as the priest moved aside and presented the alter to his god. He swallowed, trying to ease the lump in his throat. He was still holding on to Lars' hand tightly and turned to look at Lars, Kirk and James. He smiled at them, and glanced at James who stood there, silent and unmoving, his blue eyes locked on the bass player.
He knew from their body language, that any one of them would have supported whomever he chose. James might be pissed at getting fucked though, Jason always thought of him as the fuckee. He shivered at that thought.
Jason turned and walked toward Lars, who started to move forward. Jason passed him, smiled and extended his hand to Kirk. "Shall we?"
Jason could see Kirk swallow hard, then a large smile came to his beautiful face. Kirk took his hand and they both walked toward the altar.
James came up behind Lars and put his hand on his shoulder. "I would've sworn he was going to pick you. You two seem close," James whispered.
"We 'are' close, James. Like brothers. Not like you and I." Lars entwined his fingers with James' hand. "Besides, Kirk has been lusting after him, for a long time"
"Fuck, I thought Kirk had the hots for you...that's why I'd bust his balls all the time." They both looked toward the altar.
Kirk stood at the altar with Jason. "You scared?" he whispered.
"Fuck, yeah!" Jason shivered as Kirk slid his hand around Jason's neck.
Leaning forward, he kissed Jason softly. They could hear the crowd chanting.
"Don't worry, its just like being on stage," Kirk removed Jason's shirt and pants. The people cheered, as their god stood naked before them. Falling to his knees Kirk licked and sucked at Jason's cock, being sure to make it good and wet. Working his way up the bassist's body with his tongue, he stopped near his neck. "It'll be okay, you can't hurt me," he reassured. You'd better take me hard and put on one hell of a show." Kirk stopped kissing Jason and stepped back as Jason reached forward and ripped Kirk's shirt off. The crowd went totally silent and fell to their knees. He could feel Kirk shudder as he turned him around and pulled down his leather pants and pushed his body across the altar.
Kirk grasped the other side of the altar and Jason ran his hands across the smaller Filipino's back. "You are beautiful, Kirk," he growled as he ran his hands over his firm ass.
There was no time to prepare him and Jason knew he wouldn't hold out very long. His blood pounded in his ears as his heart raced. He reached down and placed his cock against Kirk's opening. It was still wet from Kirk's saliva and he rubbed it along his ass.
Kirk threw his head back and pushed back against Jason. "Take me!" he yelled.
Jason did just that. As he thrust inside Kirk's tight opening, he gasped at the feeling that surged through him. He leaned forward, grasped Kirk's hips and started moving back and forth, slowly at first then building his strokes faster and faster. Thinking became impossible. All that existed were feelings and emotions. Everything around them became a blur as Jason pounded into Kirk. He took him fiercely and the look of rapture on Kirk's face was the last thing Jason saw clearly as he shot his seed deep inside Kirk's tight ass. Then seconds later, he felt Kirk's body tense and his seed spilled across the altar. They had completed their task.
Jason rested his forehead on Kirk's back. His breathing harsh and ragged. He withdrew from Kirk and stepped down from the altar, nicking his leg on the jagged, side causing a deep gash.
"Look! He bleeds," someone shouted.
Jason grabbed Kirk and moved to James and Lars.
"Blasphemer!" another screamed.
"This doesn't look good, guys," he said, putting on his pants.
"He is not our god, he would not bleed," they cried.
"What are we going to do?" Lars cried.
"Fight the motherfuckers," James snarled. He could feel a power surging up inside of his body, a warmth generating from within. James' anger grew and grew until a great blast of light expelled from his fingers, knocking down the guards that had surrounded them.
"Fuck, James how in the world did you do that?" Kirk said in awe.
"I have no idea... what a rush!" James screamed. "Fuck yeah! Come on you assholes."
Jason could see that James had some kind of powers in this place. He was sure they all did, He was positive Lars was responsible for bringing them here and he could tell they didn't have time to find out what those powers might, be right now. The crowd was closing in on them.
"Fuck, I just wish we were out if here and somewhere fucking safe," Lars screamed.
The four men disappeared in a blinding flash of light, only to reappear outside a large building. People who were in the courtyard, scattered at their sudden appearance.
"Where the fuck are we now?" Jason asked.
"And how did we get here?" Kirk added.
"All I know is I wished we were out of that place and then I felt a surge of power and we were here," Lars looked at the large building in front of them.
"Looks like some kind of temple," James said.
"Perhaps I can answer your questions," a smooth voice said to them, from behind. All four of then turned to see whom the voice was coming from.
When they finally turned around they saw a small boy standing behind them. He carefully looked at each band member, then seemed to freeze in terror as he stared at James. "Hey little man. Can you tell us where we are?" James asked.
No answer.
"Maybe he doesn't speak English," Kirk said.
"Of course he does! What the hell do you think he was speaking when he talked to us before?" James bent down toward the child to get more on his level. "Look little dude. Maybe you didn't hear me. Can you help..."
Suddenly, the child ran from the scene, screaming something incoherent.
"What the hell was that all about?" Lars asked.
"I don't know. But I do know that something really fucked up is going on here, and I for one intend to find out what," Jason said, following the child down the dirt road. "I'm not in the mood to fuck in front of an audience again," he mumbled to himself.
The others followed Jason as he stayed on the boy's trail, hoping to get an answer to exactly what was going on.
When they finally caught up to Jason they were standing by a beautiful old building. "He went in there," Jason said, pointing inside.
"So let's go after him! I want to know what the fuck is happening," James said, sounding impatient.
"Well one thing's for sure. You scared the shit out of the little bugger," Lars laughed.
"Guys, this isn't funny. Remember what happened last time. James almost got killed," Kirk said.
"Yeah. But you also got fucked. And enjoyed it pretty well from what I saw," James laughed. Kirk didn't say a word. He just stood there with a devilish smile on his face.
Lars joined James in laughing at the thought of Kirk sprawled out on the altar, with Jason inside him and both coming like mad, when the small boy once again showed his face as he slowly emerged from the building. He was holding on tightly to the clothes of an elderly man.
"See? See! I told you!" the boy hollered. The older man stared at the four with a dumbfounded look on his face.
"Finally! Someone who can help us," James said. He approached the two and the boy hid behind the man. "What?" James asked as he saw fear on the boy's face once again. "All I want are some fucking answers!"
"It has begun," the old man said.
"What? What has begun?" James asked.
"Oh, shit," Lars swore, realizing that their problems had not yet subsided.
"As the prophecies have foretold since the beginning of time. It is written in the scriptures and has been passed down through generations for centuries. It has begun and now I must prepare." The man began to walk into the old building and the young boy ran inside. Lars could see James was now totally aggravated and fed up with all that was going on. The old man had made absolutely no sense to him, or any of the others.
"Will someone just give me a fucking straight answer? Prepare for what?" he yelled. The old man turned around.
"Come."
"Oh, no. Not more fucking," Jason whined.
"I don't think that's what he means, Jase," Lars laughed.
The four followed the old man inside the large and magnificent building. The walls were decorated with beautiful stained glass windows and burning candles lined the aisles and front altar. James could see that when Jason noticed this he suddenly became more nervous. Kirk saw the fear on his face and took tight hold of his hand.
"It's ok, man. At least you've done it before," he laughed. Jason shot him a look, then smiled, squeezing Kirk's hand.
As they slowly reached the front of the building, they noticed statues positioned all around and a large one at the very front near the altar. The four stared at the huge sculpture and couldn't believe their eyes.
"No fuckin' way," James gasped.
"Shit, man. It's you," Kirk said to James.
"It can't be," James said, shocked to see himself staring back at him.
"If it's not you, it sure as hell is a good look-alike," Lars laughed.
The statue stood about two times the size of James. It was a muscular man, with a wolf's head sitting on top of the man's head, the skin draped around his waist and over one shoulder. His hands were crossed over his muscular chest and some sort of marking was on his left arm, with more marks on his face. A spear leaned up against the side, dripping with blood from a fresh kill.
"They think I'm some sort of a God?"
"Not God. Protector," the old man said, as he lit more candles near the tall figure.
"What's the difference?" Lars asked.
"You don't know the difference between a God and a protector?" Kirk asked.
"I didn't realize there was one."
"Well apparently there is to these people," Kirk said.
"Who is he?" Jason asked the old man.
"He is the overseer of the hunt, protector of the weak and the living embodiment of sexual power. His voice transcends above all others and his presence causes all before him to become helpless to his every word," the old man explained.
"Shit, James. That sure as hell sounds like you," Lars laughed.
James was still shocked at what he was looking at but managed to smack Lars in the back of the head after his comment. "What's his name?" James asked.
"He is known... as Hettallica."
"What?" James asked, thinking he didn't hear what he thought he heard.
"I have told you all you need to know for now. I must prepare for the ceremony and the hunt," the old man said, walking towards a dimly lit door.
"What ceremony?" James called, after the old man. He was panicked at the thought of the earlier ceremony Jason and Kirk went through. "There's no fucking way I'm getting up on an altar..."
"You will need your rest. Patčo will show you to your sleeping quarters." The old man interrupted, then left the four bewildered musicians standing in the presence of the large statue and the young boy once again approached them.
"Come and rest. You will need your strength. For tomorrow you will fulfill your destiny," he said to James. "Follow me."
They began to follow Patčo when Kirk turned back. "You comin' James?"
James didn't say a word. He just stood at the foot of the statue, staring at its face. Was it really him? How did they get there? And what the hell was going on?
Kirk approached James and pulled him away by his arm. "Come on, man. I think we all need to get a good nights rest."
As James walked away, he didn't take his eyes off the statue until he walked through a long dark hall and it was no longer visible.
The four band members entered a room with four small cots along the far walls; each laid in a bed and tried to relax. As he tried to figure out what was going on, James couldn't stop thinking about that statue. "That was me, wasn't it?"
"How the hell could it be? You've never been here before," Kirk said.
"Maybe he's a long lost descendent or something," Lars said. "After all... we have to be in the past, right?"
"I just wish that old guy would've told us more. He said something about a hunt. What the hell could he be talking about?" James asked.
"Well, if it concerns you, at least you're experienced," Jason laughed.
They all closed their eyes and tried to relax.
Tomorrow was going to be a long day.
At daybreak there was a knock at the door and Patčo walked inside. He approached James and shook him awake. "It is time."
"Oh, shit... What time is it?" he asked, rubbing his eyes, forgetting where he was at the moment.
"The life light has appeared once more. Come with me. You must prepare for the ceremony."
"Life light?" Lars asked.
"I think he means the sun," Kirk said. He was always good at interpreting foreign languages and dialects. Although he had no idea what kind of dialect these people had.
"Look, uh... Patčo. I'm not that guy in the church, I ain't no protector and I'm sure as hell not going to be in any ceremonial hunt."
"First time I heard James turn down an opportunity to kill something," Jason laughed.
The boy backed away from James and clapped his hands two times. Two large men walked into the room and up to James, who was sitting on the bed. As James looked up at them, he knew he had no choice. Although he didn't see any spears this time, he wasn't about to go through what had happened before.
James stood up and followed Patčo out the door. "Just do what they say. I'll try to figure something out," he said, as he left.
Lars, Kirk and Jason spent the whole day in the small sleeping quarters, trying to think of how to help James. They knew he was going to be in some kind of trouble.
As the sun began to set, the door opened once again and the two large men walked into the room. "Guess we better go with them," Lars said, as he looked up at the one towering over him.
They were lead to the edge of the village and looked out into the woods that surrounded them on all sides. "What the fuck is going on?" Lars asked, now more worried than ever.
"Holy shit... Look at that," Jason said, pointing to a small hut.
Out walked James, dressed like the large statue they saw earlier. He was wearing the head of a wolf with the skin wrapped around his body and his tattoo had been encircled with the blood of the beast, now dried on his skin. He also had the blood on his face, marking some sort of battle scars. He carried a long, sharp spear in his right hand.
"James!" Lars called. He was abruptly shoved to the ground by one of the large men that had escorted them out of their room.
"Kneel to Hettallica!" the man, yelled.
"No! Let him rise," the old man beckoned. Lars stood up and took a few steps away from the large man.
The old man raised his hands and began to speak. "From the beginning of time... the words of the prophesies... He has come to us and we are grateful. Overseer of the hunt, protector of the weak. Let Hettallica take his place and save us from the evil that surrounds us."
"Oh, shit... I don't like the looks of this," Lars said.
"Let the beast attack and Hettallica will prevail!" the old man commanded.
"James! Look out!" Jason called.
Out from the darkness of the woods, a large fierce wolf ran towards James. He was bigger than James had ever seen before in his life and James was scared shitless.
"Oh, fuck!" he yelled, trying to push the beast away. As he lunged with his weapon at the animal, the beast caught it between his mighty jaws and the spear split in two. James was thrown to the ground.
"Oh, fuck... Oh, God... James!" Lars yelled.
"Let Hettallica save us, or be taken by the spirits of the wolf!" the old man called. "It is his destiny."
"What? You never told us that!" Kirk cried. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he watched James helplessly fight off the wolf. He and Lars both made a move to help him, but were held back by the large men once again.
Jason stood there transfixed, watching James on the ground, with the massive beast above him, but instead of fear, rage overtook the bassist. He fell to his knees and held his head with his hands. "Nooooo!" he yelled.
Suddenly, the air grew cold and the earth began to rumble and shake. All who stood around to watch 'the hunt' fell to the ground. James managed to strike the great beast, and the wolf ran in fear.
"Guess you're not so fuckin tough now are you?" James yelled after the beast.
Jason stood up and the sudden earthquake stopped. Lars and Kirk ran over to the battered James and managed to help him to his feet. "You ok, man?" Kirk asked.
"Yeah. Fucker took a chunk out of my leg, but I'm ok." Jason walked over to the group and breathed a sigh of relief. "Jase! How the fuck did you do that?" James laughed.
"Beats the shit out of me. But, when I saw you being hurt, I couldn't stand to just do nothing. Something took over inside me and..."
"It's ok. Thanks," James smiled, putting a friendly but wounded hand on Jason's shoulder.
"Hettallica has triumphed! Let us rejoice in his victory!" the old man said.
"Uh, Lars... Maybe you can do that thing you do to get us the hell out of here. I don't want to be this Hettallica guy one minute longer," James said, removing the wolf's head from his own.
"Yeah. Let's get the fuck outa here," Lars said.
And with that, a white light appeared and the four vanished once again...
The roe deer approached the edge of the forest glade cautiously. It paused at the brink of the tree line, sniffing the air anxiously for the scent of any predator, then, satisfied there was no immediate threat it moved to the edge of the shaded pool and dipped it's nuzzle to drink.
Too late, the small creature became aware of its danger. The dainty animal raised it's head and tensed it's muscles to bound away but the knife slashed across it's throat severing the artery and after a few steps it's legs buckled and it sank to the earth with a puzzled expression in it's dying eyes.
James moved in and speedily despatched the prey then made short work of butchering the carcass. He dug a shallow trench and buried the intestines - no point in leaving entrails that would attract other predators this close to their camp, he hoisted the venison onto his shoulder nmindful of the blood that trickled down his bare flesh, matting the side of his hair and staining his body red.
He followed the water downstream for several hundred yards until he came to the clearing where they had set up camp.
They had been here almost a week and so far had seen no other people. They seemed to have landed in the middle of a large forest with no sign of human habitation. Luckily the weather was mild and the forest teemed with life so they had survived without the familiar trappings of civilisation though Kirk constantly bemoaned the fact that there was no toilet paper.
At first this had seemed like a safe haven after their recent adventures. The quietness gave the four of them the chance to draw their breath and try to put some perspective on what had happened to them and to try to figure out their strange powers.
James cast his mind back to the conversation when they had originally arrived.
"What the fuck is happening to us?"
"I don't know, one minute we were walking down a corridor and then we were on a bad B movie set"
"Some movie!" I ended up getting my ass fucked by Kirk"
"Jason, with all that's happened I never got a chance to say I was sorry. I had to do that to you but I should have asked if you were ok with it."
Jason leaned over and put a hand on Kirk's arm. "I'm ok, Kirk, no matter what else has happened the one thing I do know is that I enjoyed every second of it. And would like to try it again if you are willing?"
"Hell, yes, I'm willing - anytime, anyplace, any way - not that I want to seem too anxious." Kirk grinned at Jason and leant forward to place a kiss on the bassists' lips.
"Not now, you guys, we need to figure this out. Just where the hell are we, what is moving us around and what the shit is it with these strange powers we seem to have."
"You seem to have." Kirk was a bit miffed for as far as he could see he didn't possess any mystical magic.
"Whatever. It's pretty weird being able to shoot flames from your fingertips." James lifted his hand to demonstrate but was rewarded with only a faint splutter of blue flame. Frowning he tried again. Again, only a vague blue light issued from his finger.
Kirk smirked "Never mind James, it happens to all men sometime in their life."
"Fuck you, dickhead." James muttered. Turning to Jason "You try it. See if you can do that earthquake trick again."
Jason concentrated and touched the earth with his hand. He could feel a mild tremor beneath his own feet but that was it, no sign of the devastating trauma that had saved James back on the last planet they had been on.
James nodded as if he had been expecting nothing else. He turned to Lars and gestured for him to try and conjure a portal. Lars stood and pointed his hand at the air, closing his eyes to better focus his thoughts.
The band watched closely but other than a vague trembling in the air there was no sign of a gateway that would let them escape this place.
The silence that greeted this failure was devastating as it sank into each of the men that they were trapped in this forest wilderness with no escape.
"Let's not panic yet. I was thinking about this and it seems to me that when our powers worked before it was because we were in danger, we were scared and needed to save ourselves. I think the reason that nothing is happening is that we are in no immediate danger."
"But are you sure? I mean we could be trapped here for life. It may suit you, James, to go back to nature but I love my creature comforts."
"Even I wouldn't like to live in total wilderness - there are some things that I like about civilisation."
"Yea, James needs to be within handy distance of a fully equipped hospital - given his track record for accidents."
James shot Lars a dirty look. "I meant I would be lost if I couldn't play guitar in front of a crowd again. When everything else is shit that is the one real thing in my life."
The others nodded. Playing music was a huge part of all their existences.
"Talking of hospitals James, you had better let me have a look at your leg. That leg has got to hurt where the wolf bit you." Kirk came across and started to poke at the makeshift bandage James had tied round his leg.
"I think we need to be cool for a few days." Jason spoke up.
We should enjoy this peace and quite when no one is trying to kill us or sacrifice us or worship us for a few days and then we can start to worry if Lars still can't get us out of here.
"What are we going to eat? I don't see a corner take-away anywhere."
Jason nodded to some bushes "There's fruit and berries on those trees and I spotted some trout in that stream earlier."
"Just how do you intend catching them without a fishing rod or net?"
"You've never lived in the country have you Kirk?" Everything we need is right here." Jason gestured round about them at the bushes and trees.
"He's right, we can make do." James hefted himself to his legs and withdrew a business looking hunter's knife from his waistband.
Kirk raised an eyebrow. "What a boy scout you are turning out to be."
James ignored him, hacked a small branch of a tree and cleared it off twigs. He went to a nearby thornbush and carefully cut off one of the barbs. Finding another type of tree he carefully removed a long strip of bark and proceeded to twirl it into a short line and attached one end to the stick and the other to the barb. Handing it to Jason he said "I assume you can take care of the bait yourself?"
Jason nodded assent, trying not to look too impressed at James' woodsman skills. He turned over a few rocks and fallen logs until he found what he was looking for and stuck the struggling grub onto the barb and lowed his makeshift fishing rod into the water. Thankfully he did not have long to wait before he got a bite and carefully drew the large fish out of the water trying not to appear too smug.
Later once a fire had been lit, the fish cooked and consumed and everyone bedded down for the night their situation had not seemed to perilous.
That had been a week ago and life had continued in much the same vein.
James realised that while he and Jason could probably continue indefinitely (barring accidents) living in this fashion the lifestyle was taking it's toll on the other two.
Kirk refused to eat either the meat James hunted or the fish Jason provided. The fruit and berries he picked were not able to provide him with enough long-term sustenance and eventually his health would suffer. He was too stubborn to accept the protein available in the flesh he was offered.
Lars as well was finding their enforced exile difficult. Lars above all the others was a social animal. He needed other people. He was finding this solitude that James delighted in very difficult and was falling into a depression spending most of his day dozing at the campfire and at night was uninterested in James' company.
As James neared the campsite with his trophy he determined to put into action the plan he had been thinking about for several days. He knew that if they were to escape from this place that Lars needed to believe he was in fear of his life. He needed to believe that he or Jason or Kirk was in mortal danger. James was going to provide that danger. He just hoped Lars and the others would understand once they were out of here.
Making a quick detour he picked up the lengths of rope he had fashioned over the last few days as this plan had grown in his mind and then strode into the camp.
His appearance was greeted with groans of disgust as Lars and Kirk took in his near naked form covered in the gore of the kill. He paid no attention to them but instead cut bits of the deer carcass and placed them on sticks above the fire giving the chunks of meat a chance to cook.
Now. To wash or not to wash first. James decided that his bloody appearance would add the image he wanted to project. He kept quiet and bided his time. When Jason went into the trees to take care of business he pounced.
With one hard blow he felled Kirk and turned on Lars. With madness gleaming in his eyes he clasped a hand round his little lover's mouth and proceeded to drag him to the large tree nearby. He quickly and efficiently bound him to the trunk, being sure to leave one of his arms slightly loose so that Lars could free it when he was ready to call up the gate. He pressed a small branch between Lars teeth tying it there effectively gagging him. The unconscious Kirk was tied just as efficiently to a second tree and his mouth gagged just as he began to regain consciousness and start to complain.
James sat down at the fire, ignoring the struggles and muffled pleas of the two bound men. He complaisantly turned the meat over to prevent it burning and then sat back in the glow of the firelight, sharpening his knife and waiting for Jason's return.
Jason was in a good mood. He even whistled a bit. As he finished taking care of nature’s call, he spotted some particularly juicy-looking berries. He plucked one, and savored its tart, rich flavor. He decided to gather some. Any bit of food helped.
He had always loved the outdoors, and ever since discovering his strange powers had forged a deeper bond with nature. The forest was like a second home to him. He sighed softly. He and James were dealing fine with their forest confinement, but Lars and Kirk...
Ah, Kirk. Since their abrupt fuck in the temple on the first day of their fantastic adventure, he had become more aware of the guitarists’ dark sensuality. It seemed to him now he had loved him forever. A smile played across his lips. When he got to the camp, he would make a point of showing Kirk just how much.
As he got closer to the camp, his smile slowly faded. Something seemed out of place. Don’t be paranoid, he told himself, everything is normal. He snorted at that thought. Nothing was normal here.
Suddenly, the air around him seemed to freeze. Instinctively, he dropped to the ground. All the berries he had gathered rolled unto the wet forest floor. He pressed his palms to the ground, feeling the moist ground and the old leaves between his fingers. A disquieting jolt went through his veins, and immediately he came on guard. He crept through the trees until he could hear the fire crackling, keeping low to the ground.
He had expected something out of the ordinary, but not this! Kirk and Lars were tied to the trees, Kirk unconcious and bruised, Lars gagged, green eyes wide, shaking. At the fire, James sat, face blood-stained, calmly whittling a stick down to nothing with his hunting knife.
He sank even lower, until he was on his belly in the dirt, icy eyes alert and focused on James. His mind raced. James, of all of them, seemed to have adapted best. That he would be the one to snap...it didn’t make sense to Jason. But then again, nothing had really made sense in the last few days. He had to make a decision quickly. Again, he studied the situation. It was then his instincts made the choice for him.
Saying nothing, he sprang up, and onto James. With practiced ease, James pulled Jason down onto the ground, but Jason managed to knee him in the gut. As James gasped for breath, Jason kicked the knife out of his hand. They struggled for it, and finally one gained upper hand.
James was sitting astride Jason, breathing heavily, the serrated edge of the knife pressed into Jason’s neck. Lars was squirming and yelling into his gag.
“Please don’t do this Jason,” James whispered urgently, “don’t do this!”
Jason gritted his teeth and stared up into James’ storm-blue eyes. Through the bloodstains and the calm mad mask, he saw a glimmer of panicked sanity. What was James up to? James’ eyes kept flickering toward Lars, and back to Jason. Jason furrowed his brow. What was he trying to say?
A dawning understanding came to Jason, and he nodded, almost imperceptibly. James caught the gesture, and Jason could see relief flooding his eyes. But that relief was short lived. An ominous crackling sound came from Kirk’s direction. Both men looked over to see their bandmate with a menacing look on his face, dark eyes tense and glowing.
Glowing?
James whispered “Oh shit.” That was all he had time to say...
Black rumbling clouds scurried across the heavens. A torrent of hail descended, leaving angry welts on unprotected bodies, before focusing on Jason, beating him down more effectively than a medevil stoning
He scrambled toward the cover of the forest, but the hail balls hit harder, pounding him to the ground.
Huddling there with his arms curled protectively over his head, his screams rent the air, trumpeting over the thundering of the elements.
The cries broke the horrified paralysis that held James in it's grip and he scrambled over the Kirk, shouting his name over and over.
Kirk's glowing eyes turned toward him. A slow smile lifted the corners of his lips. "James."
"Yeah. I'm here, Kirk." He cupped the other man's face. "you gotta stop, Kirk. Do you understand me. You have to stop. You're killing Jase."
Kirk's glance moved back to the weaking man across the way. "He hurt you."
"No, I'm all right. He didn't hurt me. Stop the hails, Kirk. Stop them now."
Kirk's gaze lifted to the heavens, glowing with a demon's light. And the dark clouds lightened. The torrential rains eased into a soft misty whisper of mist.
"For you," Kirk murmured.
James gave him one quick smile, a word of thanks and dashed to his fallen friend. Fearing the worst, he rolled the unmoving jason over onto his back. "Jase," he cried, running hands over the unconscious man. "Jase, can you hear me? Come on, man. Don't do this, Jase."
A soft, broken moan sounded like a heavenly choir in James' ears. "That's it, Jase. Wake up, man. you can do it."
Lids fluttered open. Closed. Then opened again, this time staying that way. "What...." His voice broke. he licked bloodied lips and tried again. "What the hell was that?"
"He is mine." Kirk's voice came from directly behind James and he turned to see Kirk towering above him.
"Kirk?" he said. "You okay?"
He smiled. "I am water."
James frowned. "Water?"
Kirk nodded noce. "The four points."
Rubbing his aching head, Jason leaned up on his elbow. "Am I the only one not following this?"
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