An Empire for The Fallen

Chapter 6
O’ Monstrous King

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Chapter Description: With too much of an ego you're only able to view yourself. Without an ego yourself is something you wont pay enough attention to. Bury yourself in your true feelings in order to give birth to a new being. When submerged observe yourself, analyze, only then will you be able to adapt.-- "So, it seems the cats out of the bag" - She

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Chapter 6: O’ Monstrous King.

After a heated argument Issa had decided she could only handle so much and wanted to get rid of Bryan.

After futile struggling and a raging war of words Bryan was pushed outside of her door only to hear the click as she locked him out.

Just then things took a turn for the worse, it appeared as if Issa had taken the time to call law enforcement in the midst of their arguement.

Their sirens blared loudly as they drew closer and eventually came to a halt. Perhaps the sirens were simply to mock him, give him a sense of fear.

Two officers hopped out of the car grinning from ear to ear.

“So here you are little fella! We’ve been looking all over for you only to find out you shrunk a bit to hide out” one of the officers said as he put his hand on Bryans shoulder.

Bryan immediately turned in an attempt to run only to be grabbed hauled into the air just enough so that his feet couldn’t touch the ground.

Handcuffs were immediately snapped onto his wrists behind his back while he was held helplessly a few inches above ground.

The two officers laughed, holding him up with ease as he kicked and thrashed about

“NO! I refuse to go back!!” he shouted.

They carried him to the police car

“It’s a little too late for that pal” one of the officers sneered.

His kicked his dangling feet in the air before they threw him in the police car.

The two policemen got inside of the vehicle, the one in the drivers seat turned around and looked at Bryan

“You’re going to be in prison for the rest of your life young man, level 4 security for you since you escaped.” He barked.

“I can’t wait for all of your buddies to see what a cute brat you’ve become” snickered the officer in the passenger seat.

“I hope they fucking execute you once and for all, you’re a monster” the driving officer said as he turned back to the wheel

Bryan smashed his body against the door in a final attempt at escape.

A fist smashed into Bryans jaw, he was shocked for a moment before simply putting his head down.

“Calm down pal, I don’t have time for this crap today” the passenger-seat officer said.

The car began driving off, the siren came on, and it was so loud.

“No…No, this can’t be happening” he mumbled to himself quietly

This was insane, he couldn’t be going back after everything he’d been through.

“NO!” He yelled as the siren grew louder, he closed his eyes.

“Hey! Shut up!” the officer barked

The siren grew louder, surrounding him, echoing in and out and going higher in pitch.

Suddenly the sound of the siren changed into ringing—like an alarm.

Bryan opened his eyes

He was in bed, it had all been a dream, or nightmare rather.

He pulled his covers off and sat on the edge of the bed. The dream seemed so real, and it only made him even more determined to stay out of prison. He had to somehow find an antidote to make him older again, and leave this town, this district, this state, maybe even the country.

How would he be able to find an antidote? His only hope was to try and find some drug overlord who knew of blue mercury, but in his current state no one would take him seriously. They’d think he was some kid. Either that or they’d turn on him the way Gionni did. There were so many people who would probably be happier with him gone but he wasn’t going to let that stop him from moving forward.

Bryan rested his head inside of his palms as he thought barely even noticing that Issa had came and stood in the doorway, holding a glass of water drinking it slowly.

“Is there something wrong?” she asked leaning onto the door-frame.

Bryan looked up at her for a moment before putting his head back down

”Its nothing” he mumbled.

He then remembered their agreement yesterday, and his nightmare about being kicked out and going back to prison.

He looked up at her again and noticed she had an irritated expression.

Did she seriously expect him to start spilling everything, to tell her about his bad dreams like some child crying to it’s mother.

Issa glared at him slowly drinking her water, as if she knew he was lying.

“Are you sure about that Bryan, are you sure it was nothing?” she asked in a monotone voice.

Bryan looked back up at her. As much as he hated it, he was going to have to start telling her the truth, otherwise that nightmare would become a reality.

“I..had a bad dream, and I’m thinking about a lot of stuff” he said

“Go on” she replied, gesturing her arm in a forward motion

“Oh come on!” he replied in a bold tone

her only response was a cold stare

“I need an antidote, I have to regain my true age and leave this town. I don’t want to go back to prison, I don’t belong there, I hate it there.” He confessed with his head down.

Issa stood silently taking sips at her water, she tilted her head slightly as if thinking on something

He looked at her for moment and then stood up from the edge of the bed

“Well?! I mean I tell you that crap and you just sit there and do nothing. Shouldn’t you be trying to help me get an antidote considering this is all your fucking fault that I’m like this?” he said as he walked towards her.

He jabbed his index finger into her stomach

“Shouldn’t you be putting in some effort into helping me out of this?”

Issa slowly took one last sip from her cup and put the glass down on Bryan’s dresser.

She then turned towards him and folded her arms.

Her stare was once again bold, her folded arms only made her cleavage more desirable. Her beautiful skin showed even more so thanks to her low-cut gown underneath her half open robe. Her legs, long and elegant, only seemed to want to reveal themselves from the long robe which they were hidden behind but he could only view parts of her smooth legs peeking from behind the robe. Her dainty slipper clad feet were within the soft confines of pure white socks.

Bryan looked her from top to bottom taking this all in, mouth open, before he was interrupted by her response

“Yes Bryan, let’s disregard the fact that you attempted to kill me. Lets act as if you did nothing to provoke your current situation”

Bryan stared at her for a moment, a bit stunned by her beauty. He had suddenly remembered his feelings from last night and got a bit caught off guard.

“Well—I..” he was lost for words. He wasn’t sure how to make a comeback to her statement. He had nearly forgotten about his past attempt at securing a safe place to hide.

He scratched his head for a moment, sighed,

“I wasn’t going to kill you, just disable you or something,” he mumbled to himself.

He looked up only to meet her eyes drilling into him.

“Just forget it” he said immediately turning away.

“I’ll find my own damn way out of this”

Bryan sat back down on the edge of the bed in the position he had been sitting in before he noticed Issa, pushing himself back into a form of deep thought.

The two of them were idle, the silence lasted for at least 20 seconds before it was broken by the sound of Issa clearing her throat.

“Don’t worry about it, the issue of the antidote is already being handled. I took it upon myself to contact a friend of mine concerning it and—“

“Wait, seriously?” he interrupted her lifting his head

“Yes, seriously. The antidote will take quite a bit of time to prepare and to be delivered here by foot, but if you want the antidote you’ll have to be pati—“

Bryan cut her off suddenly standing and grabbing both of her hands in his own. He looked up at her for a moment and then rubbed her fingers gently. She honestly did care about him, she wasn’t so cruel and inconsiderate as to doom him to prison or restricting him to this body.

“Listen—uh…Thank you”

his gaze immediately fell to the floor and then to his own feet. He stood there a moment awaiting some sort of reply before he looked back into her eyes.

“Well, don’t just be silent, fucking say something” he gritted through his teeth before averting his eyes again.

“You’re welcome, Bryan” she said in a calm voice.

They stood there for nearly 10 seconds before she removed her hands from his and made her way towards the door.

“But be aware that whatever packages do come here, even if it is the antidote, you cannot touch it without my consent. Its all for your safety, besides you probably wouldn’t know how to handle the contents”

Bryan ignored her and fell back onto the bed, he lied on his back looking at the ceiling. He was a bit relieved. Maybe things would end up getting a little better, he’d be out of this horrible town and free as soon as the antidote got here. All he had to do now was hide out in this place and wait. Of course he was under her rule but she was a woman, she wouldn’t be able to do much.

His thoughts were soon interrupted by Issa’s voice.

“Change out of those clothes and put on your morning attire, I will be downstairs waiting for your arrival. We have a bit we must talk about” She said, shutting the door.

Bryan pulled down his Pajama pants and walked over to the underwear drawer. Gone were the boxers, and in their place were two pairs of striped boxer-briefs, one pair with Gray/Black stripes and the other with Blue/Black stripes.

“What the fuck, wheres the boxers?” he said to himself. He picked up the gray/black pair and looked at them for a moment. It had been a while since he’d worn boxer-briefs, in fact he had only worn them for a short period when he was about 6 years old before he was skipped straight to boxers. To him the slightly tighter boxer-briefs were a step down from the ever-so-manly former. He put the boxer-briefs back into the drawer, kept on his heart-covered boxers and instead put on a change of pajama pants. He decided he didn’t need the robe, socks, or slippers today.

Disregarding her request for him to take a shower, Bryan snuck out of the door wearing the same T-shirt and boxers he had worn the previous day. He crept down the stairs slowly trying not to make a sound. He found it so much easier to sneak around with his smaller body, and everything felt so different now.

As he got to the bottom stair he felt the soft carpet under his bare feet. His sense of touch had become so much better since his body had been regressed. His palms and feet were no longer calloused, hardened with tough skin, or dirty. They were soft, gentle, and sensitive.

Peeking into the kitchen he noticed she wasn’t there, she had to be in her own room this time around.

He crept through the living room to an area of the downstairs he’d never really been to, and then he noticed one of the doors was slightly open.

Tip-toeing towards the door he slowly moved in to get a nice view through the crack of the door. There she was, her back was facing him but he still had a wonderful view of her as she took off her robe and it dropped to the floor

She lifted her arms and stretched, the sunlight beaming through her gown gave it a slight sheer effect causing her figure to be shown in a silhouette-like nature.

His eyes grew wide as he saw her slowly move one of the straps of her gown off of her shoulder, and then the same to the other shoulder.

It began to slowly slide down her back revealing the bra strap on her back.

“Yes..” Bryan whispered to himself as she reached her fingers to her back to undo the bra-strap

Hearing an unfamiliar sound Issa immediately paused.

She pulled her gown back onto her shoulders before turning around and seeing Bryan peeking in the door.

Her mouth curved into a smirk as she walked over to the door and quickly pulled it open revealing Bryan standing there and looking up at her in a slightly surprised state.

“Part of me expected you to run away like the little creeper you were being” she said putting her hands on her hips.

Bryan looked her up and down, the robe was no longer there to hide her long beautiful legs. He wanted to touch them, caress them gently while he—

He quickly snapped himself out of his miniature trance and looked up at her, speechless.

“Ah, I see, you got a bit excited at the sight of me?” she said leaning down to him, her face in front of his.

“There were boxer-briefs left in your underwear drawer to prevent these things from being so visible, Bryan. It seems like someone decided to be a rebel, but Boxer-briefs, with their frontward piping on the fly, are a bit better at hiding this ever-so-common teenage predicament than boxers are.”

Bryans expression changed to one of confusion before realizing what she had meant. His pajama pants now tented outward in wake of his erection.

He shot his hands to his crotch.

Issa’s smirk remained on her face as she gave a slight snicker and walked right past Bryan

“Whats so funny?” Bryan called after her

She ignored him as she continued into the living room and sat down on the couch.

Bryan followed her with his hands still on his crotch, and sat next to her on the couch beside her.

They both sat silently looking out of the window until Issa reached her hand over and stroked Bryan’s face slightly startling him.

“So, why were you being a peeping tom?” she questioned. Her voice was calm, as if she wasn’t angry, just curious.

“I have my own reasons”

Bryan continued looking forward at the wall in front of them.

“you’re a 38 year old man aren’t you? you should take responsibility for your actions and not blame them on your ‘own reasons’ its rather immature” her tone remained calm, and she continued stroking his face with the back of her hand.

Bryan turned towards her, was she mocking him? Or was she being serious? He didn’t care. He liked being this close to her, sitting idly on the couch, but he didn’t really want to let her know that. Although hiding the fact that he may have feelings for her is slightly immature, he regarded his emotions towards her as a slight weakness that shouldn’t be revealed.

“I don’t think its being immature, I just think that I’d rather not fucking reveal it to you” he said plainly as he turned towards her, looking her in the eyes.

“You were looking at my body Bryan, you were being a pervert, I think I have a right to know what caused you to do something like that, besides lets not forget yesterdays agreement.”

“Ok, my reason is that I’ve been in prison for 20 fucking years without women. You’re a woman, alright?”

Issa’s expression was one of a concerned guardian, a counselor perhaps.

she stood up from the couch and stretched, her gown rising up a bit more and revealing even more of her upper and inner thighs. Bryan’s gazed trailed up and down her legs once more, trying to take in and capture as much as he could with his eyes. He wanted to keep her sitting there besides him, he wanted her to just stay by his side while he took in more of her beauty.

“Ah well, if that’s your petty reason, I suppose I’ll be goi—“

“I want to fuck you.” Bryan interrupted.

He sat there looking forward with his hands still between his legs, on his crotch, not even looking up to see Issa’s slightly stunned reaction that flashed across her face for a moment.

“I like you, I want to have sex with you but not just because I find you sexually attractive, because I guess it would be me…showing you how much I like you? Fuck it I’ve never done anything like this before” he crossed his arms and turned to the direction opposite from her, his face was hot as blood rushed to it, he was embarrassed.

Issa smiled down at him, this declaration of love was adorable, it also revealed something more to him. While he always seemed to keep up a macho-man, bravado, overpowering slightly gentleman-like persona and showed intelligence to put up a face of maturity, deep down he was still the same 16 year old kid who had got put into the system. It was often said that prisoners tend to get stuck in the time period they were in before they were arrested and Bryan was no exception. He feigned maturity and complete control when in reality he was still inexperienced in various points of life, and in this case, love, an opening she foresaw.

Issa sat down beside the blushing teenager. “So does this mean that you’ve never had a girlfriend before, Bryan?”

He flinched at her question.

“..Yes, I’ve never had one of those before” Bryan mumbled.

With that she sighed and looked at the ceiling. “Bryan, what exactly makes you think I’d want a teenage boy with more issues than I care to count? How do you know I don’t already have someone I’m seeing? Also lets not start with you’re tempe—“

Bryan kissed Issa not even letting her finish her statement. It was so sudden and quick that she didn’t even have a chance to stop him. His inexperienced soft lips moved with hers as his hands found themselves on her body, one hand grasping one of her breasts and the other on the back of her neck as if holding her there to kiss him.

After a few seconds Issa put her hand on Bryan’s chest and gave it a slight push signaling him to stop, Bryan immediately stopped everything and slumped back into the couch facing forward.

“Now admit that you liked it,” he said to her.

Issa’s only reply was silence as she sat beside him on the couch.

Bryan stood up from the couch and lifted his T-shirt slightly to reveal his sculpted abdominal muscles to Issa.

“Would your average damn teenage boy have a body like this, Issa?” he said to her sternly. Bryan was willing to lose his cool, to throw away parts of himself just to get her to love him back, even if it meant doing something as desperate and shameful as what he was going to do next.

Bryan pulled off his shirt completely and flexed his arms attempting to garner some sort of shock or attention from Issa but the only response he got from her was her blank, calm, stare. He threw his shirt to the ground and licked his lips in a seductive and slow manner before sitting on top of Issa’s lap. He began to kiss her neck, he started from the bottom of her neck and slowly went up her neck to her ear. His body close to hers, his erection pressing into her stomach as he tried to pull her into a world of pleasure. He felt her give a tiny shiver with every kiss and gave a gentle kiss to her ear and whispered: “Just admit that you’re mine now”

“Not over my dead body” Issa hissed.

With that Issa quickly pushed him off of her lap causing him to fall to the floor on his back. She stood up from the couch only to notice that he had grabbed her legs. Issa wiggled one of them free and slammed it into his chest as hard as he could causing his grip to weaken. She stomped his chest again causing him to let out a gasp and she stepped over him back towards her room. Bryan quickly stood up and grabbed her arm and violently swung her back onto the couch, her leg slammed against a table in the process. He then swung himself back on top of her, held both of her arms down at her side and slammed his forehead into hers several times. Issa managed to wriggle one of her hands free and slap him across the face

“You’re a fucking psychopath, how dare you try and say I could belong to someone as insane as you, you damn monster” she yelled in a slightly panicked tone.

With that Issa’s arms were freed only to have her neck gripped by both of Bryans hands. Plastered on Issa’s face was that smug smirk, as if she was saying she had him, like she had everything under her control. His grip slowly began to tighten, closing her throat. Bryan watched as Issas eyes went from calm to quickly beginning to dart around the room looking for a way to get out of his death grip. Finally her eyes opened wide and began to glaze slightly. Her hands tried desperately to undo Bryans grip, scratching his knuckles, clinching and grazing his arms, until her movement began to slow down and her movement started getting less rapid.

Noticing her lack of movement Bryan snapped out of his fit of rage and let go of her neck causing her to limply fall forward. Bryan grabbed her shoulders and shook her and then began pushing on her chest “breathe, breathe” he shuddered as he continued shaking her. Issa began to cough and gasp and Bryan pulled her head into his bare chest and wrapped his arms around her head as he stroked her hair and buried his face in it. His heartbeat was rapid, thumping quickly, each thump resonating through to Issa as her face was pressed against his chest.

The next few minutes they stayed in the same position with Bryan stroking her hair and mumbling “I’m sorry” every few seconds into her hair.

Issa’s shaking stopped, and her breathing returned to normal after about 20 minutes. Bryan continued stroking her hair gently and hugging her against his chest. He never treated anyone with such care before.

“I’m sorry, my anger got the best of me. I snapped and what I did to you was wrong, I shouldn’t have let my emotions be riled up like that. I..I’ll listen to you, spill my guts out, obey, everything.” He mumbled in a firm voice. He knew thanks to his actions he’d be thrown out, but he had to show Issa that he was wrong, that he’d change, that he’d listen to her. He had to show her that his love for her is deep, maybe she’d let him stay. Bryan continued holding her, expecting for her to yell for him to get out of her house only to feel Issa’s hand reach up and pat his back softly.

He slowly let go of her head and stood up, he stood in front of Issa awaiting her reaction. Issa ran her fingers through her hair and then stood up from the couch, her hair covering her face. Bryan looked up at her as she stood there for a moment and attempted to try and brush her hair away from her face only to have his hand gently pushed away. Issa walked back towards her room in a near-zombie-like pace, she limped to her door and slammed it leaving Bryan standing alone in the living room.

For the rest of the day Issa didn’t come out of her room. Bryan poured himself a bowl of cereal and ate breakfast alone, he made a bologna sandwich and ate lunch alone, and ate microwave popcorn for dinner. The house seemed lonely without her occasional banter and presence. He spent most of the day in his room lifting his weights and wondering what would his future look like. He knew he’d be kicked out, he now had to try and figure out where he’d go, how he’d live. He felt stupid for ruining what he had going on living with Issa and he regretted hurting and even scaring her in such a way. He was worried about her and knew that she now viewed him as a monster, just like everyone else in this city as well as surrounding ones did.

As Bryan laid on the bed, face up staring at the ceiling, he couldn’t help but feel a bit alone. He’d shown the one person whom he loved that he was as everyone else saw him. Issa believed in him, she treated him like a person and cared about him, and now she probably saw him just as everyone else did.

“A monster..” he thought to himself as he drifted away into sleep.

 

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