Mania and the Executioner (22 page)

“Haha!
This is the end for you!” Aengus taunts as he slowly advances, sure of his victory.

“Ha ha…hahaha…” I laugh maniacally as my helmet wraps around my head.

“HAHAHAHA!” I continue laughing, my voice warping as the helmet completes.

“YOU THINK THIS TO BE THE END!?” I shout with the creepy overlapping vo
ice as Aengus advances angrily.

“You think that helmet will save you!? THINK AGAIN!” Aengus screams as he makes
the type of strike I’ve been waiting for: a diagonal slash that would sever me from right shoulder to left hip.

‘Would’ is the keyword there
, as I keep my elbow tucked in while I subtly bring my right arm up like I’m waving at him. The Mu-cutter hits his right wrist at the perfect time for the momentum to cause the sword to fly over my shoulder, hand and all, where it clatters to the floor. Aengus’s furious face is eliminated as his eyes widen and his brain tries to process how in the hell his hand came off. I follow up with a quick slice through his right knee. Aengus’s screams reach my ears as his body falls to the floor.

“AENGUS OG!
I shall now list off your crimes! One: Treason and therefore threatening the wellbeing of Chezarei. The punishment for this is death. Two: This one trumps the death penalty from your first crime. Ahem…YOU STRIPPED A THIRTEEN YEAR OLD GIRL AND LOCKED HER IN A CAGE IN A PITCH BLACK BASEMENT, YOU SICK FUCK!” I scream with the creepy voice as I kick him in the face.

“I think it only
fair that since you stripped a thirteen year old girl of her clothes, that you get stripped of your skin!” I exclaim and slice off all the skin and clothes from his left side, ending with the removal of his entire left arm at the shoulder.

The symphony of screams is playing tonight at the Metropolitan!

I continue flaying his sides, and chest. I feel my ecstasy competing with my anger for control of the situation; and anger wins by a finger!

“PLEASE JUST MAKE IT STOP!” Aengus screams.

“How many times do you think Lila screamed that as the Daeva were spraying her naked body with a fire hose!? HOW MANY!?” I scream as I slice off the rest of his right leg. I have no idea about the naked hosing, but it sounds good when angrily screamed.

“SOMEBODY JUST END THIS HELL!” Aengus screeches.

“I’m sure that is exactly what Lila thought as she sat naked in that cage for three days; THREE FUCKING DAYS!” I shout as his left leg comes off.

“JUST KILL ME ALREADY!” Aengus shouts.

“All I’m doing is giving you a taste of what you wanted to do to Chezarei and of what you did do to that young girl…You shall receive no quarter from me.” I say quietly as I cut off the rest of his right arm at the shoulder. Aengus’s body starts to slowly disintegrate where I’ve severed his limbs, moving towards his head as he screams.

I walk over to where my finger is on the floor and I pick it up. I walk back over to
the still screaming Aengus, who has disintegrated up to his waist and in past his shoulders.

“I usually don’t have such a kind attitude towards turncoats, but since I’m short on time…I’ll make an exception.” I say before I vertically bisect him.

“Airi, helmet”

“Da
gda…I think it’s about time I went home…” I say quietly while my helmet retracts.

“Bye, Lila.” I
say without looking at her, too afraid of what I’ll see.

“Sorry I
ruined dinner, everyone…” I address the room.

Dagda
snaps his fingers, I get that falling feeling, and we are both standing by the gazebo that I first arrived at; this must be the gate Brighid was referring to.

“Ready lad?”
Dagda asks and I nod the affirmative.

Chapter
18: You two are obviously doing something wrong…

“
I need to get back and maintain order; that was quite the show boyo.” Dagda says with a certain lackluster quality as we stand at my front door. I’d say his lack of enthusiasm is understandable for a man who just watched his son get tortured to death.

“Yeah…bye.”
I say quietly as Dagda ports back to Tir na nOg.

My Mu-cutter is still active as I walk through the front door; I’m going to need it for what I’m planning to do.

“COLE!…Cole?” Cheza angrily screams as she runs at me, but she stops when she looks at my hand. I notice that she is wearing a black v-cut dress that flows into a short pleated skirt, similar to the one she wore at her graduation party. Now I feel bad…

“Give me a moment.” I say as I walk past Cheza, Natasha, Tia, and Sara on my way to the kitchen. I pull out the cutting board and then I set my little finger and my left hand on top of it. I use the Mu-cutter to slice the tiniest piece off of the cut end of my finger.

“MMM!” I yell with my mouth closed, gritting my teeth while slicing into my hand. I take the recently cut finger, connect it to my recently cut hand, and hold it there.

“Airi, is this going to work?”

(Yes; it seems you have expunged the wounding agent from Moralltach’s cut)

I stand in the kitchen for a few moments just holding my finger to my hand as if I were waiting for super glue to dry. I disconnect the Mu-cutter and then Cheza tackles me to the ground in a flurry of tears as she pounds away on my chest.

“IDIOT! DUMBASS! STUPID MOTHERFUCKER!” Cheza screams through her tears while she beats her fists against my chest. “Why didn’t you tell me Cole!?”

“I didn’t want you to see me like that again…” I quietly
reply as I wrap my arms around her.

“Cole…it took the severing of your finger to keep you from losing yourself! That’s something I can help with, and that’s why you are not visiting any more pantheons without me…” Cheza says into my chest.

(This is one fight that you cannot win)

“Yeah, I know. Thanks Airi.”

“Okay; I promise that you will be with me when I have to do that again.” I whisper in her ear.

“Good
*Sniffle*…now for the next question: why are you wearing a hot pink shirt that says ‘JUICY’?” Cheza asks.

“And why does it say ‘Tir na nOg Spring Break 2010!’ on the back?” Tia asks.

“That’s a really long story…” I reply, not really wanting to discuss it.

“You’re not switching teams on us are you Cole? The Celts were known for that…
” Tia asks.

Cheza suddenly has this really unsure look on her face as she
inspects me. Tia, you just had to go and wind her up didn’t you? I’m tired and my hand fucking hurts so I think of the quickest way to eliminate this dilemma. I’d first like to say that, in my defense, I know I can make some really stupid decisions when I’m tired and/or in pain:

I respond to Cheza’s uncertainty by sticking my tongue down her throat as I reach around the strap of her dress to take her left breast in my right hand. It’s so soft and warm
…and it fits my hand so perfectly…I start to massage it and Cheza moans slightly into my mouth in response as I feel her nipple stiffen in my palm. I pull away to find that Cheza is a little shell-shocked so I scoop her up and carry her to my bedroom.

Tia is beaming at me like a mother who’s watching her son take his first steps.
I recall Tia telling me before Hawaii that there was only one more situation in which she could be prouder of me; I’d face-palm right now if I had a free hand. I walk into my room while leaving the lights off, still cradling Cheza as I kick my door shut. I set her down on the bed; she looks excited, but flustered. I strip off my shorts and JUICY t-shirt, and then I crawl in past her to lay down on my right side, facing the wall. I hear her undoing her dress before she sees that I’m turned on my side, sleeping.

“Cole! You can’t get me all worked up like that and then just leave me hanging!” Cheza says.

“Fine; go ahead, but do I have to be awake for it?” I ask. I’d be lying if I said that I don’t find this switch in gender roles to be highly amusing.

“Cole! I...would that even work?” Cheza asks curiously.

“Well, Airi might have some sort of blood timer feature so I can set it to automatically shut off before that four hour time limit when we need to call a doctor.” I tell her whilst yawning.

“Listen Cheza, I’m really tired and my hand hurts so if you’re going to sleep rape me, then just watch my left hand.” I mumble to her.

“Nah, I don’t want our first time to be like that anyway.” Cheza says as she moves in and places her naked chest on my back. Something stirs slightly in my boxers…

I started this little fight, and now Cheza is taking measures to end it. She reaches around me and grabs my crotch as the s
tirring increases slightly. The stirring increases much faster and I realize that Cheza is manipulating my blood! I retaliate by flushing all of the blood from that region. She responds by bringing it back.

“Stop that! I’m trying to sleep!” I tell her as I blanch the region again.

“Stop what?” Cheza innocently replies while giggling and bringing the blood back.

I start laughing when I realize exactly what it is that we are doing: playing tug-of-war with the blood in my penis. I turn over on my left side to face her
, throw in the tug-of-war towel, and move my mouth to hers as I start fondling her. We’ve been laying there dry-humping each other and making out for a few minutes, when I feel the bed start to get a little wet and my hand along with it…I’m going to avoid saying what that is.

Then I realize that the
same hand that is wet is hurting, like really fucking badly.

“FUCK ME! M
y finger popped off again!” I say.

“SHIT COLE! DON’T SURPRISE ME LIKE THAT! HURRY UP AND FIND IT!” Cheza exclaims.

“I CAN’T FIND IT CHEZA; THAT’S THE PROBLEM! WHERE IS ALL THIS WET STUFF COMING FROM!?” I shout.

“WELL IT’S GOT TO BE DOWN THERE SOMEWHERE!” Cheza yells.

“Okay I’m coming in to fucking coach you guys because you are obviously doing something wron—HOLY SHIT! IT LOOKS LIKE A BLOOD ORGY IN HERE!” Tia exclaims as she barges into my room and turns on the lights after slightly misinterpreting the situation.

Here’s a fun fact: When people hear the
phrase ‘blood orgy’ apparently they come running because now Sara and Natasha are in my room too. Now that the lights are on and I have a good view of this scene, the phrase blood orgy doesn’t seem entirely inaccurate because Cheza and I are both covered in it.

“AIRI WHAT IN THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?”
I scream aloud.

(Sorry…I was preoccupied trying to find the record button on the DVR remote…and we a
re currently out of D batteries…)

At this point, Cheza and I start laughing our asses off while the other three look at us
like we are mentally disturbed.

“Don’t worry, Airi just made a joke. Cheza, I need you to get out of bed and go to your room so I can find my finger and get it reattached. Don’t look at me like that; I’ll be in there in a few minutes!” I say.

Cheza leaves my bed and retreats to her room while flashing me an amazing view of her black-silk clad ass. I find my finger down by my foot and I take it to my sink where I rinse it and my hand off before sticking the finger back on. I go back into my room and see Sara stripping my sheets and mattress pad so that more blood doesn’t seep into the mattress.

“Thank you Sarah.” I say as
I hear Cheza’s shower turn on while I rummage through my dresser for boxers.

“Yep.
Cole, come to my room after you take a shower.” Sara says as I walk into my bathroom.

“OKAY!” I shout while turning the shower on. A hot shower feels really nice after one hell of a long day. I step out of the shower and get dress
ed after carefully toweling off; then it’s off to Sara’s room. I knock and walk in.

“Sit.” Sara says as she heads to her closet and comes out with a medical kit. She takes out some tape and wraps my left little finger. “There; now you don’t have to worry about it falling off. Cole, when did you make that bracelet?”

“Oh, I made this earlier today. I needed a way to make the Mu-cutter without having the handle being obviously in my hand so I made a bangle instead.” I tell her.

“That pattern is really interesting; where did you come up with that?” Sara asks.

“I actually had Airi make the bracelet. I left it up to her artistic discretion because I have no experience with bracelets.” I inform her.

“Eh
…? Anyway, you go and get some sleep Cole; I have a surprise for you tomorrow!” Sara says with a smile as I bid her goodnight and run to Cheza’s room.

“Hey, I was beginning to think you weren’t coming…” Cheza says quietly while hugging a pillow to her chest.

“Of course I came Cheza!”

(Phrasing)

Although I can understand why she wouldn’t exactly trust my words at the moment. “Now, let’s go to bed; this day has been way too long.”

“Alright Cole, we will postpone our activities for another night.” Cheza says with a sly smile.

I slide into her bed, wrap my arms around her, and we both fall asleep.