My Possessive Mr. Stranger

                                                                                    Unanimous                                                                             Storm Lane, 8:00 pm                                                                                                 "It has been quite a while, Emmanuel. ", came the teasing tone of Mr. Unanimous, as he walked inside the dark silent room flooded with censorship and tension. The atmosphere felt hazy due to the smoke which came hissing from the pipe inside the old man's mouth.  He was fat and heavy for a fifty-year-old but his hefty shoulders and strong muscles decorating his arms said otherwise. He was dressed in a big black shirt and long thick trousers and his right hand was flushed in blood. Thick blood which had dried up. He was used to having blood on those thick hands, unlike others who would prefer to have a mobile phone or a movie ticket.  Emmanuel wasn't terrified even though his eyes were forcibly shut with a shawl and his legs and hands pinned to the wall. He was still managing to bring out the truth with palpitating breaths and gritting teeth. "You will always be responsible for this, Unanimous. You will pay for what you have done." The former wasn't frightened and his grey eyebrows went up in amusement. He walked closer to the man held in captivation, after passing by his two disciples who stood there with no countenance but keen ears waiting for what their master demanded, to talk.  The room was spacious and large with only a garbage can dumped with heaps of papers and other trash which was near one of the corners and a table that held an empty pencil holder. There were no windows and no air holes except one door which was shut with a 'bang' after the boss of the lane walked inside-one and only Unanimous, the son of thunder God and Lightning goddess and realistically born to whoever his parents were. " I come here in peace, Emmanuel. While I assume your threats and warnings say otherwise ." The latter was breathing heavily and he lifted up his face to speak, even though it was the darkness that decorated his vision. He could hear speedy footsteps some meters away and he could smell some perfume that brought no sense of relief nor fear. " I can never do what you tell me to do. It's almost impossible. After all, he is my son." A roar and a growl followed the answer. The two disciples standing there, namely Verose and Poinus gulped in fear. They clenched their fists and stared at the floor as to how respect demands. The room shook in thunder as Unanimous burst out his anger. " HE WAS NEVER YOUR SON, YOU f*****g PIECE OF s**t! " HE WAS BROUGHT UP BY ME AND CHERISHED WITH LOVE AND CARE BY ME. I GAVE HIM SOMETHING YOU COULDN'T GIVE HIM- A FATHER. YOU ABANDONED HIM IN THE STREET AND I TOOK HIM " Unanimous was taking long puffs from his pipe after his short lecture which made the two young lads standing behind him with their hands on their swords, hold their breath. They had to either avoid coughing or get themselves into " Bloodbath " where their toenails would be clipped with razors as big as a sword.  Two days without walking and a week of rest would get the toes healed but the pain of envisioning the insane Ilasan, the master of sins whip legs after getting the toes cut would make anyone an insomniac. After all, he looked like a bear with curly hair and a white beard roaming around his slim cheekbones. His smile was the most wicked. You could cry if you enjoyed it. " How amateur! It wouldn't be a mistake of mine. But you are never getting your hands on Reyan and Racheal Unanimous", spoke Emmanuel. His hands were burning as Unanimous cut a small part of his skin with his pipe, pressing the hot edge at his veins. Emmanuel cried out in pain.  The two boys started to stare harder at the floor hoping they had never vowed to come inside. The arrogant Emmanuel didn't stop, "Both of them are safe and sound in their cave of love and romance. NEITHER YOU AND NOR YOUR STUPID SONS ARE GONNA GET YOUR HANDS ON THE----" Crash! The only wooden empty table beside crashed against the wall and broke into a thousand bits. The empty pencil holder was lying on the floor with paper escaping out from the inside. Verose noticed it and he grabbed it before anyone gave a glance. The sound brought echoes in the wide room and Emmanuel flinched. Poinus knew the limit had been crossed, now that one piece of furniture had broken into pieces. "XERON, BRING THEM IN.", came Unanimus's grumpy orders as he turned his chubby wicked face towards the door. As if Xeron was waiting for his dad's commands, he walked in with two blindfolded people held firmly by their necks.  One was undoubtedly a man in his twenties, dressed in a red torn shirt and pants that had been forcefully stripped while the woman who was breathing heavily wore an untouched pink frock that had many heart designs scattered here and there. Xeron pushed both of them onto the floor with his legs and the two of them whimpered softly as they fell on their knees. The whimpers were more than enough for realization. Emmanuel gasped. His voice croaked. Ugly sobs escaped his mouth and the tears flowed down, hot and fierce. Unanimous watched with pleasure and he sneered, "What was it? "I and My sons won't find your little children?" What was it again? What was it Emmanuel?", teased the old man as he moved closer to Emmanuel. He grasped him by the throat and threatened him with gritted teeth just as the latter choked a little. "You are safe, Emmanuel. I am never going to punish you. After all, you were my childhood friend. How can I be so rude? " "But children...They are meant to be punished when they do wrong. They have to be taught lessons. And more than that, fathers have to bear the pain as they watch..oops! sorry ....as they listen to the ones they love suffer. So shall we start?" Sudden heartbreaking pleas came rushing out from Emmanuel, "NO NO ..PLEASE DON'T HURT THEM! PLEASE, UNANIMOUS. .....I BEG YOUR PARDON FOR THEM. YOU CAN KILL ME AS MUCH AS YOU WANT BUT DO LEAVE THEM ALONE. LET THEM LIVE IN PEACE. PLEASE !!" Unanimous listened intently and he laughed. He then slowly turned around to face the love birds, kneeling on the floor who had no idea of what was going on around them. Next to them stood Xeron in his latest black armor suit packed along with his knife inside his scabbard. His face was expressionless and his eyes were hovering between the two blindfolded culprits before him.  As always, he refused to maintain eye contact with his father. Respect was before anything for him. But today, he refused due to two unlikely reasons. A reason for disgust for a man he had admired. Unanimous gestured the other two petrified disciples who were on the verge of peeing their pants, to get out of the room. They ran outside without making any unwanted sounds and the door was shut. Xeron didn't move an inch and the silence remained, itching every part of their bodies. It was hot and suffocating inside the room but every soul who lived in Storm Lane had experienced the great chance of being in there. The room that conveyed the true smell of blood and anguish. The room that messed with their inner violent feelings. The infatuation to be an explicit devil for once. To be a destroyer, a murderer, a stalker --one had to complete the big final mammoth task of staying inside this dusty room for a month without food or drinks.If one managed to succeed, then they are alive.  And if they don't then it's goodbye. The thought to stay in such a claustrophobic room itself is bloody bullshit- Just the victim and his thoughts trapped and dealt with within a period of thirty days. One could even end up being insane. Tylon was one such victim and Xeron did think of his lovely mate often. Xeron was the only one who had showed no emotions as he came out of the room after his test while all others remained exhausted and completely shattered. This was the very main reason why Xeron became the pompous son- the worthiest and respected among all disciples. The scariest. The repentant. The disdainful. The wickedest. The silent storm. Yes, that was Xeron. He stood there motionless with his eyes paving way for a conquest fighting deep inside his mind, showing no expression of fear or sympathy. He never forgave like his father. He only punished. But today, his face had a tinge of sympathy and resentment. But he almost masked it completely before his crooked-minded dad noticed. It wasn't time to reveal anything personal.  After fifteen minutes of awkward silence, the alarm clock in Xerons's waistband went, "Time is over" in a robotic alien voice. Xeron looked at his father with a side glance only for a moment and he nodded slightly. Unanimous was waiting for those precious fifteen minutes to pass. He then took the long sword from his scabbard which was hanging lazily from his waist and he pressed it against Ryan's neck. The boy winced and he gulped. As per daily routines, Xeron asked with a hoarse deep voice. "Any last words?" Even before Reyan could utter anything, out came Emmanuel's scream of agony, "DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH REYAN.HE HAS DONE NOTHING...MY POOR SON !!! UNANIMOUS LISTEN, IF YOU LET HIM GO, THEN I WILL GIVE YOU A BIG BILLION DOLLAR DEAL, I SWEAR. I HAVE THIS BIG DEAL SWARMING AROUND ME AND MY BUSINESS PARTNER. I SWEAR THAT IT WILL BE FOR YOU...I SWEAR..I SWEAR..PLEASE LEAVE HIM ALONE.PLEASE....." Unanimous shook his head and giggled a little, teasingly. "Think Emmanuel. Think. Our motto here is -- Respect is before anything. EVEN MONEY" Slash! The afflicted agony of Unanimous was reflected in his actions too. The sword gave way with a big, "SLICE " and even before anyone could say anything, the lifeless head of Ryan was lying on the floor --his eyes wide open and purple lips parting way.  Emmanuel shrieked, "NOOOOOOOO!!!!!....YOU MOTHERFUCKER! HOW DARE YOU **** DO THIS ...", and he tried to struggle out of his confinement with great strength, but in absolute vain.  Moments later, he was bellowing like a dead man. Unanimous didn't wait to give orders, Xeron had already disposed of Reyan's body into one of the white sacks, mainly meant for this purpose. Then Unanimous smirked, " Your punishment is to listen to them dying, Emmanuel. That itself can make you go insane. And make me in glee.." He laughed and kissed the tip of his sword. Xeron noticed it and he winced when he heard his dad whispering, "All for you, Okio. You were my blood and reason. You still live in my heart." Okio. Xeron's mother. Xeron didn't remember anything. He never wanted to remember but his dad had told him that her name was Okio. Xeron had never asked. He just listened when he was told to. Emmanuel spoke no words. He was sobbing like a helpless man who had just envisioned his dying son somewhere deep inside his heart. He hadn't even taken a final glimpse of his son. "Is love so bad, Xeron?", came Unanimus's question as he turned to face the young lady who was shivering as she kneeled. Xeron didn't even face his father. He just said what he was taught to say, "Love is amazing when it is according to laws. But when it exceeds laws and becomes less platonic, then death is the only punishment meant for that soul. For love is referred to as supporting that someone who needs you the most and not just about exploring bodies. It is something more, which is beyond explanation." Unanimous nodded and he patted his son who showed no excitement. A blank face that said nothing. He wasn't smiling but neither was he frowning. It meant just one thing-Nothing. "What a beautiful thought! Xeron knows more than Reyan even though Reyan was the one who lived here for ten years. Shame indeed! " Emmanuel didn't stop crying. Xeron bowed in respect at his dad who patted his son's spine again hoping for some response from him but he however still refused to make any eye contact. He was more than left in his deep thoughts to be impressing his worthy dad who wanted all his sons to be like him-proud and unforgiving. Xeron doubted whether he could be one. After the incident two years ago. His mind floated a little back into a small smelly one-storeyed dorm downstreet, amidst the busy cities and noisy traffic when two boys were stripping their clothes completely off as they dragged one another onto the messy bed. One was moaning as the other hugged him harder pulling his hips closer and closer.  "Oh, Xeron! You always know how to make me go crazy for you. Ugh!!!" Xeron smiled and he kissed the other intensely without saying a word. Xanthus chuckled as he felt for Xeron's cheeks and he giggled," I know your face says that you want it today." Xeron smiled and he started to remove his clothes. Xeron took his lover's face in his and cuddled it. He pulled his lips forward and licked him. He moaned, pulling back his face and let him kiss his neck and torso. Xanthus always liked to enjoy the pitter-pattering steps his boyfriend followed. It began with the slight kisses, which ended up licking him and finally m**********g hard.  It was another happy day with Xanthus The love of his life. Another day, gone by, without any thoughts. Another day, without fears. Another day, without insomnia.