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Monday, November 14, 2016

The Rescue

Neko had walked, deep in thought until he found himself outside of Caspian. The village was preternaturally quiet reminding him of Cat’s Eye on that night not so long ago. So many things had changed since he had wandered through the silent village. So many secrets learned. He wondered if there were more secrets lurking amongst those he traveled with.

He stopped to rest, and leaned back against a low crumbling wall on the outskirt. He searched the darkness for any signs of life within the burned ruins. A crack of a twig to his left made him smile. “You might as well join me, you are terrible at sneaking. I have known you were following me since I left the hut.” Dominic came out of the shadows, and came to stand beside him. “I don’t need a babysitter. Did she send you to watch after me?”

Dominic cast Neko a sideways look before turning his attention towards the village. “No, she didn’t send me. She would never do that. I came because you are my best friend, and I was worried. That was a hell of a thing to learn about yourself. Also I figured you knew I was there, I was just keeping my distance to give you some time. Do you want to talk about it?” Once again he turned his gaze towards his companion.

Neko began to shake his head no, but then he changed his mind. “Why, didn’t she tell me sooner. She has had my whole life to tell me something like this. She knew I wondered about my parents. Where I came from. Yet day after day, she kept it all to herself. Did she think I would go blabbing it all over who I was? Endanger myself in some way by her simply telling me the damned truth! I deserved to know, Goddess help me , what if something had happened to her. I would never have known any of it.” The more Neko talked about it, the louder he became, his anger sparking. His whole body transmitting a sort of electrical current as his emotions raced.

Dominic watched in fascination, as his friend began to glow with a blue nimbus around him. Just as he was about to tell him about it, a sound from the village caught both their attentions. Neko stopped in the middle of his rant. Turning towards what sounded like a skirmish. He looked at Dom and held his finger up to his lips for silence. The two began a slow advance towards the sound, the blue glow fading but still visible around Neko’s form.

The two crept as quietly as they could while walking over the charred remains of what had once been a prosperous village. The sound of their boots as they stepped on the charcoaled remains of furniture, and other things best not thought to closely about, was loud. Neko looked down in disgust at the alley they now found themselves in. Soot coated  them both, and the stench that arose with each step got harder to bear. The sounds of fighting had grown louder, as they had moved closer. They heard a loud plaintive cry of pain, that made them hurry down the narrow pathway.

Neko held his hand up to halt Dominic’s forward momentum as they rounded a corner to find a courtyard of sorts. In the center stood four men standing over a fifth one who lay curled in a ball on the ground in the center of their circle. They were taking turns kicking, and hitting the little one. They were laughing at his cries of pain. Dominic pulled his bow around, and reached for an arrow. Just as he drew back to send the arrow flying into one of the men. He heard a growl, and watch as the blue nimbus that had encircled his friend before grew bright once again. Neko launched himself at the nearest ruffian. Dominic forgot the arrow he had cocked, as he watched his friend become a blur. The sounds of hissing, and cries of pain were all that was heard. Well that, and Neko’s deep threatening growl.

Different colored balls of fur were flying, as Neko moved from one assailant to the next. His teeth and claws were dripping blood. He had never felt such raw power. Or such primal anger. He felt none of their blows as they fought for their lives. He showed them no mercy, they deserved none in his mind. You never attacked those weaker than yourself. And you didn’t laugh at their pain. He didn’t realize that the attackers that were still able to had gathered their fallen and retreated into the maze of the city alleyways. The last one he still held in his claws.

Dom had finally broke out of his trance of watching the beauty of his friend fight, to notice the small heap lying motionless in the ashes. He ran over, and turned the body over. He feared what he might find as he uncovered the shrouded face. He drew back at the dark visage he beheld. It was like he had stepped back in time, and was looking at a younger version of Neko. The same velvety black fur covered his features. Only this version had a nasty gash running up and across his forehead. The boy was unconscious, finally giving in to the pain of his wounds. Dom wrapped him up, thinking it would be best to further check him away from the village.

Neko had dropped the lifeless form of his final opponent, and came to stand next to Dominic. “Is he alive? Did those bastards succeed in their purpose?” He asked before squatting down to look at the face of the young kit. “We need to get out of here. The ones who got away, may bring reinforcements. Here let me carry him. You keep guard with your bow.” As he spoke Neko lifted the boy into his arms and stood. "Let’s get out of the goddess forsaken place.”

The two retreated back the way they had come. Soon they had reached the cool fresh air outside the city. Dominic led the way to a small copse of trees in which they could rest, and check further on the youth. Neko lay the small bundle down. He pulled the cloak away from the boy's body, and swore as he saw the filth encrusted clothing. “This poor child has nothing, and yet those idiots would beat him to death. Sometimes I really hate our world.” Dom came to sit across from him, and nodded.

Slowly the two examined the kit looking for broken bones, and other injuries. They found evidence of past beatings, and this one would leave him bruised and sore, but they could find no broken bones. He was almost identical to Neko, except where Neko only had one spot on his stomach that had a couple white hairs. The boy had several places where white peeked through the blackness of his fur. They both also noted that somewhere in his past, the boy had lost the tip of his right ear in what appeared to  have been fight.

Dominic looked at Neko, and then down at the boy. “Do you think we ought to make camp here, or take him to the cabin where CeCe can take a look at him? If we stay here, we are going to need to start a fire, and that may draw attention we don’t want.” Dom stood up. He waited for Neko to make a decision. He got his answer when Neko wrapped the boy back up in his cloak, and picked him up once more. “Okay, the cabin it is.” He said as he followed Neko.

“I’m worried about him. He hasn’t regained consciousness, and the longer he is out, the more I fear the head wound. We need to get him to my sister. Maybe she can get him to wake up.” Neko told Dom on their way back to Azereus’s cabin. “He also needs to be warmed and fed once he wakes up, that would be best done there.”

CeCe stood at the door watching for the return of her brother, her worry increasing as darkness began to fall. Had she totally driven him away, or would he be able to forgive her. All these questions chased around her mind, making her jump when Bo came to stand beside her. He looked over to see her hugging herself, and reached to take hold of her hand. “He’ll back. He loves you. It may take him a bit to get over his hurt feelings, but he will. Have faith in the man you raised.” He squeezed her hand as he spoke these words, and then pulled her close to wrap his arm around her shoulders. She turned into his chest and wrapped her arms around his waist. She snuggled into his embrace, as she continued to stare at the tree-line waiting to see her brother walk through.

Bo felt CeCe snuggle in, and his heart skipped a beat. He hadn’t been sure if she would take his comfort, but now she was in his arms. He leaned down a smelled the sweet fragrance that was CeCe. She smelled of the flowers and herbs she used in her healing, and for some reason it always calmed him. He turned his gaze towards where she looked, and sent a silent prayer to the Goddess that Neko would return soon. His brother as well.

He was about to suggest that they go inside and get a cup of tea when a movement caught his eye. CeCe must have noticed it too. She broke from his embrace, and started heading toward it. Bo followed, but pulled his sword, just in case it wasn’t the boys. He heard CeCe’s exclamation, just as the boys broke through the bushes. Neko carrying a dark bundle. One that looked strangely like a child.

“We need to get him inside, he has been beaten. I worry that he may not make it.” Neko was saying to CeCe as they kept walking towards the cabin. Dom ran ahead and opened the door, so that Neko could carry his burden inside. “He has a head wound, but as far as I can tell no other serious injuries. He’s just a kit. Help him” Neko begged his sister as he lay the child on the bed. Donny and Az came close to see what was causing all the ruckus.

“Get back, I need better light to see.” CeCe told the assembled crowd as she set to work unwrapping the silent figure. She told Neko to bring her a basin of water so that she could cleanse the wound, and sent Dom to get her med kit out of her pack. “You said he was beaten? Beaten by whom? Where did you find him?” She interrogated Neko as she cleansed the nasty gash on the boy’s head.

Neko answered her questions, and helped with all that she did to figure out why the boy was still unconscious. While they did that, Dom grabbed Bo by the arm, and pulled him out of the cabin. Azereus followed not far behind. Curious to know what was going on. Donny had curled up in front of the fire, his ailment causing him to seek the warmth.

“What is so blasted important, Dominic? Why did you have to drag me out here? Why couldn’t what you have to say been said where it’s warm?” Bo asked as he rubbed his hands over his biceps and stomped around, trying to stay warm in the cold mountain air. HE turned and looked balefully at Dom, waiting to hear what his brother had to say.

Dom looked at Bo and then noticed Az had joined them. “Look, I just wanted to tell you what I saw when we found the kit. What happened to Neko. It was weird, and I wanted your advice. I just didn’t want to say anything in front of Neko at the moment. I think something happened to him, when the stone marked him. He was really upset earlier, and his body actually started to glow. Then we heard the fight, and when he saw the boy, I don’t know, something came over him.” Dominic took a breath and studied the two men before him.

“I have always marveled at Neko’s fighting skill, but today it was different. He moved so swiftly, it was like a blur; a blue glowing blur. It was like he was someone else, Neko has never killed before today. Today he killed without mercy. The worst part, he acts as if it didn’t matter; the life he took.” Dominic stopped finally, and waited to hear what his brother would have to say to this development.

Bo looked at Dom, and was at a loss on what to tell him. He honestly had no idea what to think. He was getting ready to speak his thoughts when Neko came to the door of the cabin. He saw them and headed their way. “Just thought I’d let you know it looks like the kit may be waking up. Oh, and CeCe said to get inside before you all catch your death out here in this weather.” He trotted back to the cabin, and disappeared back inside.

“We’ll talk about this later, for now let’s go meet our guest.” Bo told Dom as he headed for the cabin, and the warmth that awaited him there. Dominic and Az followed in his tracks. The boy was just stirring when they came in. His eyes moving wildly around, fear lighting his eyes. He sat up quickly, and reached for his head.

CeCe reached out and spoke softly, “You’re safe. We will not harm you. You have a nasty cut on your forehead, that is what your probably feeling. My name is CeCe, and these are my friends. Well, all except that one.” Here she stopped and pointed at Neko. “He’s my brother. He is the one who brought you here. He was worried about you, after your attack. What is your name? Where did you come from?” All eyes were on the boy, waiting to hear what his answers would be.

The boy who looked so much like Neko, watched the people around him. Where Neko’s eyes were a yellow-green, his were pure gold. What they didn’t realize, it wasn’t fear, he was feeling but destiny. As his gaze touched on each person in the room, he saw a flash of their future. He eyes finally came to rest on Neko. Here more than a simple flash enveloped his mind, and he reached up to hold his already aching head. “Thank you for your kindness, mistress. I was born in a place, I have little memory of. My name, the one I have always been called by anyways, is Spooks. I was searching for you when I was attacked.” He stopped speaking, and CeCe handed him a cup of her herbal tea. The rest waited for him to continue, their curiosity peaked.

Dominic as usual had no patience, and asked what he knew everybody else was wanting to know. “Why were you searching for us? How do you even now about us? What do you know about us?” he quizzed the youngster.

Spooks looked at him and smiled. “I know quite a bit about you, Master. I was sent to guide you on the final steps of your journey.” He said those simple words, handed CeCe the cup, and passed out.

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