An Empire for The Fallen

Chapter 5
Deal With It

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Chapter Description: Morph to your circumstances oh King. Stand the changes oh king. Rise to the challenges oh king. You must survive oh king. -- "I then figured that the first step would be to try loosen and oil an old door to help pry it open"

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Chapter 5: Deal with it

After about 30 minutes of sitting in the holding cell waiting Issa appeared.

“My apologies officer, he seems to get out of hand sometimes, I just can’t take my eyes off of him” she said smiling. She was once again bursting with that angelic aura of hers, she was able to somehow switch into it whenever she needed to. She was so elegant in her movements and small gestures.

“Its no problem Issa, I’m just glad you were able to get here so quickly” the female officer replied while opening the door of Bryans holding cell

“Come on out lil’ fella, your mommy’s here for you” she called in

Bryan groaned and stood up and walked slowly out of the cell.

She grabbed his hand and ran her hair through his hair “You’ll need to get a stern talking to once we get home, now what do you say to this wonderful officer?” she asked while turning Bryan to face the female officer.

Bryan couldn’t believe this, not only was she treating him like a child but she was patronizing him in front of this damn police officer. He hated it, he wanted to curse at both of them and leave that minute, but he knew he had to go along with it if he wanted to get out of this situation carefully

“Thank you mam” he said through gritted teeth.

“No problem little fella, you just try and stay out of trouble ok? Now you go hang outside for a sec while me and your Mommy have a small chat.” She said mussing her fingers through his head

Bryan walked outside and stood outside of the door for a few minutes. He thought about running away but that would only be useless—he’d be caught again instantly with all of the officers around.

After a few minutes Issa walked out of the station

“Boy oh boy, someone went out and caused quite a bit of trouble” she said walking up behind him.

Bryan didn’t say a word, he continued looking forward ignoring her.

She walked in front of him and took a good look at him, observing his clothes. His t-shirt was torn in the front and it was filthy, patches of dirt all over it. His pajama pants had a small hole in one of the knees and they were also filthy with dirt, dust, and grass stains. Both of the knees also had mud on them. His socks were now brown on the heels and he only had one slipper which was slightly torn, cotton coming out of the side. His robe was missing entirely.

“Looks like you also spared no effort in ruining your morning attire I had gotten for you” she said grabbing hem of his shirt and rubbing it between her fingers

“I can pay for the ruined clothing myself” he mumbled looking down at his sock clad foot which was missing a slipper

“Don’t worry about it” she said walking towards the cab she rode there in.

She got inside of the cab and left the door open for him.

“Climb on in Bryan” she called out to him rubbing the seat on the side of her.

He let out a big sigh and walked over to the cab and got inside glad to finally rest his body on the comfortable leather seats and rest.

Letting his head rest onto the leather cushion he simply turned his head, looking out of the window at the various buildings. What was life going to be like for him now? He had to find a cure but mostly he had to make sure his legacy wasn’t ruined, and that he didn’t go back to prison. He wasn’t sure what would lie ahead for him but he knew there was only one way to go—with Issa for now.

He soon fell asleep, taking a much needed rest from all of the stress he’d gone through today as he drifted off into a land of sleep.

“Bryan, wake up” he heard.

Issa was shaking his shoulder roughly to try and get him awake and stopped once she saw his eyes open.

“Get out of the cab, we’re here” she said climbing out and opening the door for Bryan to get out behind her.

Bryan slowly maneuvered out of the car, he was still really tired and groggy. Everything was blurry to him as Issa grabbed his hand and guided him into her home.

Issa closed the door behind her to take off her coat and hang it while Bryan stood drowsily in the middle of the living room.

“Go upstairs and take a bath, you’re filthy” she said to him as she passed him on her way to another room downstairs.

Bryan opened his eyes and stared at her for a moment. A Bath? What the hell was he? A stupid child? Her commanding tone was something Bryan could do without, she spoke to him like he was an idiot or something.

Issa walked back into the living room and saw Bryan still standing there and put her arm around his back and walked him towards the stairs.

“Go on, I ran the tap with only a bit of water coming out at a time before I left so the tub should be filled by now. Go take a bath Bryan” she said giving his butt a little smack and turning away

Bryan slightly jumped at being touched in that area by her. He turned around and watched her as she walked into the kitchen. He didn’t feel like talking, he didn’t like how any of this was going, that damn woman.

He slowly made his way upstairs and into the bathroom to find that the tub was full of water—and bubbles. She made him a damn bubble bath as if he couldn’t handle showering.

He decided to try and disregard it, he was still tired and his body ached, the bath would probably help ease the pain of his long day.

He pealed off his shirt and then untied the strings of his pajama pants which caused them simply fall to his ankles. He stepped out of them and sat on the toilet to pull off his filthy muddy socks and stood for a while in his boxers. He went over to the bathroom door and made sure it was locked before edging his boxers off too and throwing them into the laundry hamper.

He stood looking into the bath tub for a moment before slowly stepping in.

There was a lot of room in him in the tub, his legs couldn’t even touch the other end of it.

The water was warm and it worked wonders for his aching body. He could feel a bit of the pain melt away. The bubbles, although annoying and somewhat childish, were a nice touch. He hadn’t had a bubble bath since he was a kid, he was used to showering with little privacy in the company of other men unless of coursed he forced others to leave. His bulging muscles, glistening abs, and large manhood would always intimidate everyone he showered with.

He smiled to himself proud of how powerful he was.

His hand brushed his chest and he was surprised at how soft his palms were. He lifted his hand out of the water and looked at it. His hands were so much smaller than he was used to, and they felt so soft. He kissed his hand out of curiosity and it felt so smooth against his lips.

“I wonder if..” He said to himself slowly edging his hand towards his lower body

one of his fingers lightly touched his penis, causing it to twitch with pleasure. He didn’t expect his fingers to be so feel so amazing. He slowly reached ready to grab his manhood before he quickly stopped himself

“What the fuck am I doing!” he said pulling his hand back and then leaning on it.

He looked around the bathroom, embarrassed, hoping no one caught him doing something so immature before leaning back into the tub.

“What the hell is wrong with me..” he mumbled into the water while lowering himself into the tub more.

Could it be that because he was 13 again he was more sexually charged than ever? Could it be hormones or something causing this?

He didn’t even get to finish his thoughts before he heard another knock on the door

“Bryan you’ve been in there for a while, are you alright? Its been quite a while since you went in” Issa asked on the other side of the door

Bryan stayed silent, his head nearly under the water. He didn’t really want to be bothered with her right now.

“Do you need me to come I—“

“NO!” Bryan yelled, interrupting her.

She smiled to herself on the other side of the door, was he really that modest?

“Fine, your night attire is in your bedroom. Try not to stay in the bath too long or you’ll prune your skin, Bryan.” She said walking away from the door

Bryan listened to the clicking of her heels until it grew faint and faded away before getting out of the tub and drying himself off. He grew angry with attempting to successfully dry his hair and left it damp and wrapped the large towel around his waist.

He went into the drawer and realized the only boxers left were the ones he had avoided earlier. The stupid white boxers covered in red hearts that always proved to be a comedic effort in early cartoons.

He made his way back out into the hall way and into the bathroom to retrieve the ones he had been previously wearing but the laundry hamper was empty!

He went back into his bedroom and sat on the bed for a few seconds before going out to the door

“Hey, do you have any other underwear here?” he yelled out from his bedroom.

There was silence, and finally

“No. No I do not Bryan.” She replied calmly from the downstairs living room

Bryan groaned and went back into the bedroom.

He didn’t want to have to wear such childlike garments over his loins but they were all that were left. He was tempted to go commando but he remembered getting a rash from attempting to do so when he was originally around the age of 12 or 13.

He finally chose to go with the white boxers covered in red hearts.

He picked them out and pulled them up his legs along with putting on a pair of clean white crew length socks.

Going into the closet he discovered another white T-shirt and a pair of red pajama pants.

He put them on and grabbed the red slippers which were lying near the bed and put them on his feet—he didn’t have any need for the robe.

Creeping downstairs slowly he peeked into the kitchen only to see Issa sitting there silently with her eyes closed. What was up with that woman, she was so weird, yet composed. She was, nevertheless, beautiful. There was just something about her that made her interesting and attractive to him.

He walked into the kitchen barely making a sound due to his slipper-clad feet. He stood there for a moment staring at her before going to the opposing chair where she sat.

After sitting down he stared at his plate, chicken alfredo with flat noodles and lots of sauce.

“Bryan, I’ve decided that in the time you’ll be living with me you will portray the role of the son of a dear friend of the family. I’ve been asked to take care of you. You will stick to this role and play by it should I have any guests and you will stick to it, as to not cause any trouble”

Now he had to pretend to be some kid she was taking care of. Of course he didn’t like the idea but it would work to his benefit making sure he didn’t end up caught and back behind bars, it was a good cover for now. Lowering himself around guests would be sickening. This was all getting too annoying, he didn’t even feel like attempting to argue back he simply gave a sigh and picked up his eating utensils.

She opened her eyes and daintily picked up her fork and began to eat.

Bryan stared at her elegant motions, as she slowly dipped the fork into the plate and spun it around twisting it ever so faintly within her fingertips before lifting it with the noodles and a piece of chicken breast clinging to the fork. She even pulled on that angelic aura when she ate.

They ate for a while and finally after nearly finishing his meal Bryan was parched. He glared at the water sitting on the table before asking

“Do you have any beer, wine? Something more flavorful than water” he asked plainly

she walked over to the fridge and poured him some lemonade in a cup and sat it before him

“I meant…I meant an alcoholic beverage…I haven’t had any in ages..it was one of the first things I was going to try when I go out of that hell hole. Do you know what its like drinking that piss they call apple juice every day for 20 fuckin’ years?” he protested pushing away the lemonade

Issa only stared at him as she took her seat in the opposing side of the table once more.

Bryan got up himself and opened her fridge and saw a plastic bottle of chilled wine in a plastic jug of ice

“Not the best way to keep your wine, but whatever” he said pouring himself a glass

He sat back down at the dinner table and began drinking it slowly

She just glared at him as he gulped it all down

He got up to pour himself another glass but she immediately stood and snatched it away from him.

“What the hell are you doing?” he spat

“Only one glass a day, I didn’t even give you permission to have any in the first place” she said putting the bottle back into the fridge.

“Who the hell do you think you are snatching it from me that way?” Bryan said

“Who the hell are you to barge into my fridge without my permission and drink my wine” she asked plainly looking down on him

“Screw you! I’ll just go fucking buy my own! Fuck” Bryan said exiting the kitchen and going for the door.

“Oh, what are you going to do? Leave and get into more trouble and have me come and run saving you? Will you knock out the store clerk when he tells you you’re too young to buy an alcoholic beverage? Or will you paint the streets red with his blood and be sent to the police station once again” she asked walking behind him

Bryan swung the door open, it was dark outside, it had to be around 10PM.

“If you leave again then I won’t save you next time.” She said as she stood with her hands on her hips

Bryan thought carefully and realized that she was right. There was no way he’d be able to buy an alcoholic beverage, and if he did he’d probably get involved in something again and end up back at the police station.

He closed the door and sighed before slamming his fist into a nearby table

“Why only one damn cup a day?!” he growled staring up into her eyes

“Because, you’re in the body of a 13 year old you could end up vomiting everywhere, getting pre-maturely drunk, damaging your liver, and I lack the time to run you to the doctor when that happens. Plus lets be honest, you’re pretty tiny for a 13 year old height-wise” she again said plainly

Bryan grew so tired of being treated like a kid. He was so angry, at times like this he would lift weights or something to let out the anger. The only other way was to punch something, beat the crap out of someone.

Bryan looked up at Issa and punched the small table repeatedly until it broke to pieces due to the force of his fist.

“Let me be blunt Bryan, you have a lot of pent up rage inside of you, and I want to learn to understand it. So from now on your first rule you will abide by is telling me everything.”

He paused and looked up at her, “What do you mean by everything” he said questioningly

“About your past, about how you’re feeling inside, about your emotions. About the way you act in certain instances. About why you get so angry” she said kneeling down and putting both hands on his shoulders.

Bryan looked her in the eyes before turning away, she was giving him too much contact—and he enjoyed it.

“About why you’re only able to look me in the eyes for a short amount of time before you get uncomfortable.” She said in a lilting voice

“I can’t do that. I’m not some kid that can spill his guts to you. You wouldn’t understand and I don’t feel right telling stuff to a complete stranger” he looking at the ceiling

“See you’ve already started, I want you to explain things to me like that from now on. Give me your insecurities to hold onto” she said stroking his hair softly

Bryan didn’t like the idea of telling her everything. One of his main focuses was for her not to know anything, for her to know his insecurities would be his downfall and weakness. He couldn’t bear the thought of a complete stranger knowing so much about him.

“I can’t do it” Bryan said

“You will, or you will leave my home. You gave me your word, you accepted this fate when I saved you. You agreed. Do you forget I’m the one that has helped you quite a bit so far?” she said pulling away from him

Bryan couldn’t handle this. First she was treating him like a child and telling him what he could and could not have and now she was forcing him to spill his guts to her feet. He was an emperor, not some childish peasant. He was Bryan, the Man of Steel, who did she think she was talking to him that way?

Bryans anger bubbled to the surface as he pushed her away and walked towards the stairs gritting his teeth and began stomping towards his room one stair at a time.

“You will tell me everything, and you will do as I say” she said standing at the bottom of the stairs

“I’m NOT some fucking kid I said! I know you saved me! Thanks but im not going to spill my guts to some random chick!” He shouted from the top of the stairs. He couldn’t believe he was getting so angry. He had never been one to launch out his complete raw emotion before. Although he did always have some anger management issues he always managed to keep them slightly tamed or beat the crap out of the human catalyst before they got him to a state of rage. It had to be this body, it made his emotions flare out of control. Maybe it was also something else he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

“Deal with it.” She snarled crossing her arms.

With that Bryan turned around and started walking towards his room. He had enough.

“Tomorrow it will begin and you will keep nothing from me. If I catch you in a lie, or I sense you’re lying I will evict you from my home. Lets put it this way Bryan, you letting out all of this pent up anger will help you release it and realize your internal problems as well as help me understand you” she yelled up the stairs to him

He slammed the door of his bedroom and flopped onto his bed. Her words echoed in his mind.

“Deal with it.”

Bryan had his face in his pillow. As much as he hated to admit it, she was truly a divine woman. He wanted her, he wanted her to belong to him. He felt his manhood twitch just thinking about her, beginning to slightly harden.

“Deal with it.” He heard again

He had fallen for her.

 

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