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Authors name: Gambit (gambit367@aol.com)
Story title : Shadow Knight Chronicles Chapter 3
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The Shadow Knight Chronicles (teens, rom, 1st, mc)
by Gambit (gambit367@aol.com)
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This is the story of a young man that discovers a great
power within himself. He also discovers, in time that
with power comes responsibility.
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Chapter Three
Light filtered through the window, making the sleeping
form on the bed stir. The form tossed and turned as if
he were in a bad dream, the covers were wrapped around
him in a very constricting manor.
Reaching blindly, Ethan grabbed the pair of mirror-
plated shades that were on the nightstand. His eyes were
still firmly closed as he slipped them on. Much better.
The sleepy boy thought as his eyes slowly cracked
opened.
He noticed two things at that moment. The first was that
he was the only one in his bed. He distinctly remembered
going to sleep with her the night before. The night
before ... Fuck! It worked. He thought wildly, sitting
straight up in bed.
The teenager pulled his covers off and got out of bed
completely naked, smiling as he remembered last night's
festivities. Then he frowned, wondering where Heather
was. Ethan walked to his dresser and pulled out some
clothes for the day. As he looked in the mirror that was
on the dresser, he saw something on his muscular chest.
It was a symbol of sorts. It looked like small tiger
vaguely, but had the coloring of a hickey.
Huh. He thought.
In all truth, Ethan didn't know whether to be exited or
a bit scared about this new development. He didn't
exactly know why he was changing so much. And the more
he thought about it, the more it scared him. After all,
would he change more? And what price would there be for
these gifts?
He sat back down on his bed and let out an explosive
sigh as he put on his shoes. And to top it off, Heather
might be mad at me. He thought.
As he looked at the nightstand by the bed, he saw that
it read 11:45. He almost slapped himself in the
forehead. He never slept that late before. Could it be
because of the changes? Does my body need that much
rest? He mused.
The reason that it worried him was because of the fact
that he was the type of person that only slept four to
five hours a night. He did the math in his head and
realized he slept thirteen hours. He never slept that
long in his life.
Ethan jerked his head up at the sound of the door. It
was a fairly light knock, so he knew that it wasn't
Tosh. Tosh just gave three heavy thuds and opened the
door. "Yeah?" He called out, standing up.
"Great, you're awake." Heather said as she walked into
his room.
"Yeah, I guess I slept late enough last night, didn't
I?" He asked with a wry shake of the head.
"Yeah, guess," Heather started with more than a little
nervousness in her voice. "Listen, Ethan, we have to
talk-- about last night, I mean."
Oh shit. She knows. Was the first thing that popped into
his mind. But then he looked at the expression on her
face and it was more regret than anything else. "Well,
you see, it's like this," She went on. "I have a boy
friend and . . ."
"And last night was a one time thing?" He finished for
her watching her nod. Then he nodded, very gladly. "I'm
glad you feel like that. I mean, I thought that you was
going to come in her and slap the shit out of me." He
told the redhead.
Heather laughed a beautiful laugh. "As if. It was all my
doing anyway. Hell, I practically raped you." Now she
was blushing deep red.
Thank god she doesn't even know what happened. He
thought as he looked at the beautiful eighteen year old.
The possibility of that would have been disastrous and
Ethan knew it.
The next thing he notice's is Tosh sticking her head in
his room. "Hey, Bro. Could you do me a favor?"
Ethan looked at his sister's face and winced. He could
tell that she was in obvious pain. "What's the favor?"
No matter what she asked, he promised himself that he
would try his best to do it. That's how guilty he felt.
"Could you go to the store and get some aspirin. We're
out." Tosh said in an almost whisper.
"Yeah, I was wanting to get some CD's anyway. I was
gonna to it tomorrow, but now I just kill two birds with
one stone." he replied with a smile.
"Not so loud, Bro." Was his all his sister said, rubbing
her temples as she said it. Then she just went back down
the hall and back into her room. Her nice quiet room.
Both watched her go with pity in their eyes. "Hey,
Heather, could you maybe do me a favor? Watch her while
I'm gone? I don't like seeing her sick like this,"
"Are you sure? It's a two mile hike to the store and I
would be happy to drive you." She replied politely. They
both knew it was for show though. Heather really wanted
to watch over her friend. She hated seeing her like that
just as much as Ethan did.
"Yeah, I got some energy to burn ... So, go see how
she's doing, ok?" He asked again.
"You got it, kid." Ordinarily Ethan would have argued
over her use of the word 'Kid', but the boy just had too
much on his mind. "See ya later." She added as she
disappeared into the hall.
Ethan was most certainly not lying when he said he had
some energy to burn. It felt like he was on meth, or
crank to some people. He knew what that felt like
because he had a foster parent force it on him when he
was ten, just to see what it would do. He was up for
days and had more energy than he knew what to do with.
The down side was when he came down, he started
hallucinating. God, I hope it won't be like that with
these changes. He considered. But in the back of his
mind he really knew that it would be nothing like that.
Well, better get to walking. He thought, grabbing his
wallet off the dresser. When he walked out the door he
grabbed it and he was going to shut it like he normally
would, with the normal amount of strength and got a
surprise. The doorknob came off in his hands as the door
was shut with vicious force.
He heard Tosh moan at the sound.
Yeah, I walk would do me some good. I definitely need to
sort out my thoughts. He thought. He was really getting
worried now.
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The only thing that Ethan didn't like about the mall
were the people. He really didn't have much against a
person singularly, just when they were in large groups--
like in a mall.
The first thing that he bought was Tosh's aspirin. He
really didn't want to forget that as he was going to
look at the Music CDs at the music store. He had about a
total of thirty-five bucks in his pocket after he bought
the aspirin. Then again, I could walk out with anything
in this store and not get caught. He thought with
contemplation. But he knew that he could never do that.
He never was one for stealing.
Ethan walked towards the music store, fully hoping that
the CD Everlast: Eat at Whitey's in. hat was when he
felt it. It was on the inside of his head. It was like
when he used the mind control trick. This was more of a
low-grade buzzing that he could even hear, let alone
feel. It made his head feel funny and it oddly made him
feel like scratching his scalp.
The boy just shook his head and tried to clear it as he
made his way towards the music store. When he made it
there, he automatically went to searching in the "E"
section. But he really couldn't focus. The buzzing
sensation was starting to get on his nerves. Then all of
the sudden, it seemed to get stronger.
Then for no apparent reason, Ethan jerked his head up
and looked directly to the left. What he saw was a
little surprising. It was a girl. But it was also a girl
of likes of which Ethan had never met before. And there
was one thing that stood out on the girl that gave Ethan
a sense of wonderment, and, if he was truthful, dread.
The girl that stood no more than six feet from him had a
sword that was attached to the back of a thick leather
jacket. The sword looked like a Katana with a silver
dragons head on the butt of it. Under the leather
jacket--he could tell because it was unzipped--was a
black t-shirt that was tucked into her skintight black
jeans. To top it all off the girl was wearing a pair
silver tipped boots.
But what got Ethan was the fact that she was wearing the
exact same kind of shades that he was wearing. She also
had the same shade of hair he did. It was a little
unnerving though, to have her just standing there, like
she was evaluating him.
"Problem?" He asked in a neutral voice, taking a step
towards her. She took a step back, and all of the sudden
he felt a wave of dizziness wash over him. By sheer
instinct alone, he realized that the girl before him had
entered his mind. With that same instinct, he locked her
out and lashed out.
The girl reached up and rubbed her temples, a lot like
what Tosh was doing when he left. She quit almost as
quickly as she did it, though. As if not wanting to show
that she was in pain before him.
"Hunter, Tracker or Rogue?" She asked. Even though there
was an edge to her voice, Ethan had to admit that sound
quite esthetical.
She might have been beautiful and her voice might have
been lovely, but Ethan thought that her manners were
lacking. "What the hell are you talking about?" He asked
and there definitely was an edge to his voice at that
point.
It didn't seem to faze the girl though. "Are you a
Rogue, Hunter or Tracker?" She asked slowly. There was a
little uncertainty in her voice now.
Ethan looked at the girl, who looked to be about his
age, and thought that she may be a little crazy. "My
god, you really don't know what you are, do you?" She
asked. There was even a note of pity in her voice.
"What's your name?"
"Jesse Budroux. Second Adept," She started, but before
Ethan could speak, she asked another question. "Have you
even learned what you are capable of yet? Or do you just
play with peoples minds." Jesse asked that last question
because that was all she was able to get from him with
her quick probe before he shut her out like a Master.
Who is this kid? She thought. A novice wouldn't have
even known she was probing until it was to late. She saw
Ethan go pale at the thought of being caught and she had
to smirk.
"Relax, I'm not judging. You're really new to this
aren't you?"
"How 'bout we go to someplace that's a little less
public to talk?" He asked. Ethan would be lying if he
said that he wasn't more than a little scared. How did
she know? He thought wildly.
Jesse nodded. "I saw a small caf‚ that's just a short
walk from here. I'm a little hungry, might as well kill
two birds with one stone." She replied practically.
All Ethan could do was nod mutely. This was becoming a
little too much for his brain to process. "Yeah, sure. I
could use something to drink."
The both of them started walking down the line of stores
in the mall. He knew one thing for certain and he was
completely baffled by something else. The first was, the
longer he stayed with this girl, the more at ease he
was. Well, there were two things that baffled him. The
first was the fact that no one seemed to mind this
beautiful blonde walking around the mall with a Katana
strapped to hitch that was on the back of her leather
jacket.
"Why aren't people freakin' about the blade you have on
your back?" he asked, curiosity tinged his voice.
Jesse gave the boy a smirk. "I just give off a mental
vibe that tells them to ignore it."
"Why do you carry it?" He asked as they walked into the
small caf‚ were there were very few people. They took a
seat as far away from the people as possible.
"I'll answer that all in good time, maybe," She started.
"But first, what's your name?"
"Ethan." He replied. A chubby little waitress chose that
time to come over to take their order. Mason ordered a
Mountain Dew and Jesse ordered a hamburger with a Coke.
Jesse looked at the boy before her with a very serious
expression. "Look, I'm going to ask you something. And
before you say no, I want to take into consideration
that I'm in a little bit of trouble and I don't know who
I can trust."
Ethan just cocked his head as if asking her to go on,
then took a sip of soda.
"I want you to let me into your mind-- to see if I can
trust you."
The word "NO" almost jumped immediately to his lips. But
then he thought about it and decided that he really
didn't have anything to hide. But he did want something
in return. "I'll let you do it-- on one condition." He
stated.
Jesse leveled her gaze on him.
"Let me see your eyes."
The girl decided that the few moments of irritation that
the light caused would be worth it if she could get a
look into Ethan's mind, to make sure he wasn't a threat.
She lowered her mirror-plated shades and gave him a
level gaze with a small smile on her lips. "Now its my
turn." She stated as she pushed back up her shades.
"Is gonna make me dizzy like it did last time?" He
asked. He really didn't like the feeling. Ethan saw how
she squinted against the light. We really are alike. He
though. Maybe I can get some answers now.
"No. You should only feel a slight tingle." She didn't
tell him that a novice wouldn't feel anything at all.
"And that's because you gave me your permission."
"Do it." He said with a note of finality, before he lost
his nerve.
Jesse didn't have to be told twice. The whole thing only
took about five minutes, because she was that good at
doing probes. She learned everything about him since the
time of his first memories. It gave her only a slight
headache doing a full probe like this.
Mason felt the tingle, like she said he would. And after
about five minutes it was gone and he knew that she was
out of his mind. When he looked at her he was a little
more than surprised. He saw a tear rolling down her left
cheek. He then did something that was completely
uncharacteristic of him. He reached out and wiped it
away. "What's wrong?" He asked gently.
"Hell's Outhouse ... How did you survive it?" She asked
in a terribly sad voice.
Ethan was glad that he was wearing his shades, because,
although he wasn't crying, his eyes misted. Finally,
someone that fully understands. He thought. He gave her
a weak smile. "No other choice." He stated plainly. He
was starting to feel really connected to this girl named
Jesse.
"You're much braver than you let on, Ethan." She
replied, collecting herself so that her voice didn't
waver. "You really don't know about the Shadow Knights?"
She asked, after what all she saw in his mind, it was
the least she could do to explain it to him.
He shook his head negative. "What's a Shadow Knight?"
"You and me, and a lot of other people. Shadow Knight's
are a cut above the Normals, Ethan." She said in a very
serious manor. "We're faster, stronger and have a higher
mental capacity. I want you to notice that I didn't say
that we were better, though. We also have many of the
same faults." She added this in a bitter tone.
Ethan leveled an intense gaze on her. "What kind of
trouble are you in?"
"The Hunters from the Zone are looking for me."
Ethan looked at the clock on the wall of the caf‚, then
back at the beautiful Shadow Knight. "Come home with
me." He stated plainly. Even he could hardly believe he
said it.
"What?! Are you that dense, Ethan? I just said that
Hunters were looking for me. I won't put you in that
kind of danger." She added the last sentence softly. "Or
your family." She added and watched him flinch at that
prospect.
"It's highly unlikely they would find you at my place.
They would probably look in places that they knew you
would likely go to. Since you're the first Shadow Knight
I've met, I damn well know none of them know me."
"And what of your family?" Jesse retorted.
"They'll say yes."
"If they say no?"
"I'll ... I guess I'll have to persuade them." He put
emphasis on the word persuade. His face was marred in a
deep frown. He really didn't like the idea of doing
that.
"It gives you a guilty conscience to use the gifts you
were gifted with?" Jesse asked with a curious
expression.
"They're my family," was his simple answer.
And by the smile that was on Jesse's face, it was the
right one. She watched as he stood up and held a hand
out to her, as if to help her out of her seat. If anyone
else would have done that to her, she would have thought
them chauvinistic. But it was pretty charming when Ethan
did it. It also amazed her that he could still hold the
element of charm after all that he had been through.
What amazed her more, was when they were walking through
the mall, he never let her hand go. She didn't know why
she allowed this ... Well that was a lie. She did know.
It just felt right.
Jesse decided, before they even left the mall, that she
was going to teach this newbie of Shadow Knighthood
everything he would need to know to survive against
those that would do him harm. And there were those that
would. She knew that for a fact. That was what the
Trackers were for. They were recruiters. If you didn't
give the answer they wanted, it was your head. And she
was going to make damn sure that never happened to
Ethan.
Ethan was in thoughts were very confused. He didn't know
why he kept holding the girls hand. All he did know was
that it felt completely right. It was almost like the
girl was a kindred spirit to his tortured soul. She was
someone that finally understood all that he went
through.
I just hope Tosh, Joanna and Shawn understand. He
thought a little sadly. But he had a feeling that he was
going to have to use his gifts on them to let him take
in Jesse.
Mine. A primal thought went through his head as he
squeezed Jesse's hand a little harder, as if claiming
her. What the hell? He just shook his head and kept
walking.
Tosh sent me for aspirin and I am bringing home so much
more. Hope it don't increase her headache. He thought
with no humor.
********************
Ethan let out an appreciative whistle when he saw the
car that Jesse had. It was a Mustang convertible with a
scoop on the hood. "Nice wheels." He stated, as he
opened up the door on the convertible and sat down in
the passenger seat. He almost looked at Jesse with
jealousy when she just vaulted over the door-- that was
exactly what he wanted to do.
"You'd be surprised the kind of deals you can get with
our ability." She stated, know he knew what she meant.
She in no way bought this car.
Ethan just smirked at her and appreciated the rev of the
engine as she gunned it. With a maniacal smile she
pealed out of the mall parking lot. This was a side of
Jesse that she didn't show many people. But for some
reason, she felt comfortable around him.
There were legends about when two Knights meet in the
Shadow Knight Chronicles, written by Dakrin. Legends
about how some Knights found their soul mate. But she
always considered that hogwash. That couldn't be it
could it? There were no Knights back at the Zone that
had felt that. That she was sure of.
They didn't talk much on the way over to Ethan's. He
wanted to wait to quiz her when they were in private,
and quiz her he would. The boy had a thousand questions
going through his mind. The first of them were simple.
When would the changes top? The second was; what was he
capable of?
Ethan groaned as they pulled into the driveway.
"What's the matter?"
"Shawn would pick this day to show up early from his
business trip." He murmured, and then opened the door.
It wasn't like he wouldn't have been very pleased to see
him ... It was just the circumstances.
"Who's Shawn?" Jesse asked as she hopped out of the car.
She was a little bit disappointed in herself for missing
something in the probe.
"He's my Dad ... Well, the only man that I respect
enough to call that anyway." He replied with a sad
little smile.
At that moment, Shawn came out on the porch smiling. The
smile faltered a little when he saw Jesse, but grew
again. "Jesse Budroux, as I live and breath. You're a
long way from home."
Ethan noticed that everything in his adoptive fathers
voice asked a simple question: What are you doing here?
Ethan was floored that Shawn even knew the girl. And he
knew that if he knew Jesse, he knew other things. But
what?
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form.
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