Qhuinn has a nightmare ~ Story Line

Dear Challa's,

Until July 10th, we're doing something special and sharing some of our favorite Story Lines of the year that previously didn't make it onto the blog.

In this one, Qhuinn has a nightmare of an alternate future... which involves Lash.

Originally posted:  January 16th, 2013

Who nominated it:  John Matthew

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Qhuinn Ghardian

*It's been a brutal work out session. Pushing past my usual limits, my muscles scream for relief. I've been hiding down here for the past two hours, hiding from the pregnant female I share a suite with. Damn, I don't know what happened - she was sweet one moment, talking about the baby kicking, and next she was staring at my with murderous intentions. I'm feeling more and more out of my league and I wish I could make this easier for her.* What I need is a fucking instruction manual for this! *I let out a tired breath, speaking to myself. I should get showered up and see if she's calmed down. Laying back on the weight bench, I close my eyes. Maybe after I take a small nap. Get my energy back for another possible battle. I chuckle as my body relaxes. What the fuck happened to my happy Layla?"

Qhuinn Ghardian 

*** DREAMING ***

*There's a noise. I recognize it but it still confuses me. A baby's cry, a sound I haven't heard for a while. Young Nalla is older and babies in the Manse? But there's no denying the screaming young has woken me. They sound angry? Hungry? Lonely? I don't know. Why isn't anyone helping them? I sit up and look around. I'm still in the training room and the wailing seems to bounce of the wall - echoing louder and louder.*

Hello?

*No one answers. There's a feeling inside my chest. A tug and pull. An urgency that is building alongside the baby's cries. Placing my hand on my chest, it's heavy and uncomfortable. It comes with the thought "Find your child, Q. They need you."

This is my young? Yes. I can feel it. The bond is familiar now and blazing. Something is wrong and I promised. I promised I would always be there.*

Where are you, precious one? I'm coming.

Qhuinn Ghardian 

*Scanning the area, I don't see anything out of the norm. Just the usual weight equipment and mats. I can't tell where the crying is coming from, only that it's not in this room. It's .... over there.

A faint glow of light flickers from the locker area. Where the showers are and taking a few furtive steps forward, I can now here the echo from each cry bouncing off tiled surfaces. The young is there and there is no break in the screams. They sound desperate. Terrified. It strikes fear in me.*

Any one here? Layla?

*Where is Layla? I can't imagine her being far from our young. Did she have the baby already? I try remembering but the details are jammed. I can't think beyond the constant wailing. I saw her earlier. She was still pregnant. She'd just seen Doc Jane and there was no talk of an early delivery. Did she miscarry? Is the baby living its last seconds?*

FUCK!

*I race toward the showers, my feet pounding as loud as my heart. I come to a screeching halt. There on the wall. Fuck off. That's not ... is it?*

Blood

*A blood hand print smeared into a long trail. I instinctively reach for my daggers and come back empty.*

FUCK!

Qhuinn Ghardian 

*I can't take my gaze off the blood. Whose is it? It bombards my senses - teases it and I know. I know who it belongs to. Layla*

LAYLA! Baby girl, answer me please!

*I start running, ignoring the increase in blood. It's also on the floor and soon I see foot prints. Bright red staggering footprints. I need a weapon. I need something. The endless crying of my young heightens my awareness, pushing me straight into warrior mode. Whoever has done this. Whoever has dared to threaten what is mine WILL. DIE.*

Show yourself. Coward.

*I enter the showers and the blood scent is like a brick wall. Layla. My beautiful friend and mother of my child lies crumpled in a heap. Broken. Bleeding. Her soft white nightgown is scarlet red, vivid against the stark whiteness of tile. My eyes refuse to believe what I'm seeing. Layla. My Layla. Where is my child? Crying. Always crying.*

Layla! Speak to me.

Qhuinn Ghardian 

*I crouch beside her. There's so much blood. There's the faintest of whimpers but she's already turning blue. I move her, trying to access the damage. Where the fuck is all the blood coming from? My hands start checking her body, shifting her gown. Then I see. I see where the death blow was dealt. Death because there is no way I can save her from this horror.

My hands are covered in her life essence. I stare at her stomach, the place where the beloved young once rested, cradled. Nurtured. She was already showing and I can still remember the joy of placing my fingers on her bump and feeling movement. My hands shake as I reach out ... and find nothing. No bump. No sign that she is pregnant.

And still the crying continues. It shreds my nerves.*

Where is the baby, Layla?

*I pick her up and cradle her in my lap. Her breathing is labored, unsteady, faltering. Her eyes are slowly emptying, her life slipping away. Her lips are coated with blood and they move ever so slightly. A word. My Layla is trying to speak and I raise her face to mine, hoping to catch it before she fades. Nothing*

I'm so sorry. I'm sorry I couldn't protect you, baby girl. Sorry I couldn't be what you want.

*I feel a faint wisp of air. A last breathe and with it a name. The one responsible for this.*

Lash.

Qhuinn Ghardian 

*Lash? What the fuck does he have to do with this? He's dead. I stabbed him once, right here in this spot. It was his blood everywhere. It was his death that changed my life and set the ball rolling. His death that gave my life purpose. His death that put me in the path to being with Layla in her needing. The fucker is long gone. Surely Layla was mistaken.

I gently try to rouse her again but her head topples backward. Her mouth open. Her eyes both returning a death stare. Her warm body already sending a chill through my grip. She's gone. Dead. Alone and unprotected.

I lay her back down and I see her stomach better. The blood isn't from between her legs. It's from her abdomen. Ignoring her last utterance, I rip the material from her body and gag at the sight. The horrendous sight.

Layla didn't give birth. No. The baby was ripped from her body. Something ... someone had descreated her by tearing her open and removing my young. Bile rises in my throat. Horror catches my breath. Rage fuels my vision.

Some. fucker. violated. her.

Some. fucker. stole. our. young. straight. from. her womb.

Some fucker.

Lash.

Crying breaks through the intensity. The maelstrom of emotions and fury. And laughter. Someone is laughing.

Lash*

Qhuinn Ghardian 

Welcome hello dumbfuck. You miss me?

*Lash. He's here with that same sick maniacal grin plastered on his smug asshole face. I raise to my feet, my fists clench, fury burning through my veins. Vengeance. Layla's blood screams for it. But first, my young*

Where. Is. My. Young. Fucker?

*My jaw is tight, my teeth clenched. I want to rip Lash apart with my bare hands. Only when I know my young is safe. Only when I can calm the relentless screams. Now I know why - they are frightened, alone, cold, ripped from the nurturing body of Layla. Lash with pay for this. Pay for eternity.*

You mean this? *Lash raises his left arm and from his hand dangles my child. A boy. A beautiful screaming boy. Mine. My boy. My only family. I reach again for my daggers, forgetting I'm weaponless and Lash laughs* Looking for this, Cock Sucking Asshat? *In his other hand, a dagger. THE dagger. The one I killed him with.* Sorry about the mess, but I was getting impatient, true? Couldn't wait a second longer. Needed to see what your bastard looked like and see? Just like his father ... a mismatched freak of fucking nature. Shall we do what your cowardly parents didn't have the guts for? Shall we, Qhuinny boy? Huh huh?

*Lash offers me the dagger, laughing before he reneges, whipping it back and pointing at my son*

Oh wait. Can I have the honors? You know, tit for fucking tat? I heard the blade just sliiiiidddeeesss in nicely like butter.

*I lunge forward but stop quickly. Lash nicks my son's skin, blood starting to drip. The crying intensifies. I need to be smart. I need to keep my word and protect my young*

Give. Me. My. Son. NOW.

*Lash shakes his head and slices my son again.

No? Be a pal, Q. I really really wanna see. Curiosity and all. *Lash pauses and I can't wait any longer. I throw myself forward*

Paybacks a bitch, you fucked up piece of shit. Time to send the bastard to its whore mother!

*I scream as I reach Lash too late.*

John Matthew Ghardian 

*Walking in to the training center, planning on getting a good work out, as I open the door.... What the fuck? *hearing the sounds of screaming and thrashing around. I see Qhuinn, on the weight bench. Getting to him a two long strides I shake his shoulder and give a soft whistle. His eyes fly open and he looks at me with such terror on his face.* ~asl~ Qhuinn, you okay man?

Qhuinn Ghardian 

*I don't make it in time. My son, he kills my son and I couldn't stop him. I can protect John and Blay. The Brothers. The King. But not my precious child. I've failed.

I scream. Scream beyond breath. Scream beyond my rage and grief. I start shaking and ...

My eyes fly open and I'm staring into John's. Concern covers his features*

Qhuinn, you okay man?

*My heart is pounding. Was it a dream or reality. There's no blood. No sign of Lash. Nothing. Just me alone in the training room. Now with John*

F..u..ck...

*My voice is raspy. John watches me but I don't have words for him yet. No way of telling him.*

I need a drink. Or ten. Or twenty, feel me?

*He nods, and helps me up*

And we need to go see Layla. Now.

*He nods again, understanding. That's why I love this male. He's my best friend and he fucking gets it. Together we leave the room.

But my fear comes with me* ~

XOXO!

Xhex and Lash ~ Story Line

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Here's the Story Line voted in by YOU guys-the best fans EVER!!!

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Xhex Ghardian

*Most of the time I can put it out of my mind. I don't hear his name, I don't think about him, everyone's very careful not to bring him up around me so I can keep all the shit buried deep. It's a mutual, unacknowledged agreement, and part of me is grateful. It's a fine line--keep it buried or deal with it. So I choose to bury it, until a time like tonight, when I've been out on patrol and find myself backed into a corner by a couple of lessers. It's then that the panic takes over and I'm back there.*

Xhex Ghardian 

*I can see the room. It's not too big--there's not a lot of room to run, not that I would give him the satisfaction. The bed is unmade, and there's a plate of leftovers on the small table. I refuse to eat so it just sits there...rotting. Like me.*

Lash Ghardian 

*Walking into the room, closing the door behind me without taking my eyes off of her. Smirking inwardly, not allowing any feelings as I approach her, slowly...like the predator I am. I start to talk, a dangerous whisper leaving my lips* You thought you could escape, run away from me?! *My eyes not leaving her gun metal ones. The stubbornness to give into me visible in them* No one is going to find you here.

Xhex Ghardian 

*He's talking but I don't hear it and won't respond to it. It's just one more thing I can do to fight back, even though it's futile. I'm sitting against the wall, legs up, head resting on my arms. I don't look up because I can't bear it. Seeing John today, so close...and I couldn't fucking touch him, he couldn't see me, couldn't hear me...If there were tears anywhere inside me, I'd release them. But I'm dry, hollow.*

Lash Ghardian 

*Humming the Jaws theme, smirking to myself as I walk in her direction. I know she is listening, she might pretend not to, but she does. She always does. It his in her nature.* You didn't think he would see you, did you. Johnny boy will never find you and...*standing now right beside her, reaching out for her with my hand I frown as she doesn't even lean away from my touch. Touching her hair softly, caressing a curly strand until I see her pressing her eyes together. Snapping out of my state of emotion I grab her hair and pull it backwards, looking directly into her eyes, my fangs punching down*...you belong to me, never forget that.

Xhex Ghardian 

*He throws my head back and it hurts, but surprisingly, I do not care. In the beginning, I would've fought back, allowing my anger to fuel a defiance that kept me alive. But now, after seeing John here, in this room, I am beginning to understand that that there may be no end to this. And that leaves me cold inside. I force myself to raise my eyes to his, hoping the sight will kindle a bit of the heat I need in order to survive.* Fuck. You.

Lash Ghardian 

*Grabbing her hair more violently as I see the look in her eyes. Her eyes, eyes that remind me of a time I must forget. Fate chose another future for me. A life where I decide what I want and I want...looking at her lips as she says the first words since I walked in the room...I want her. I want what she stands for. Independence, not breaking apart even when looking into the eyes who holds the future in his hands. Blinking, my eyes still on her lips I try to focus, not letting emotions get the better of me. Instead I am grinning evilly, choosing this time to show not only her, but myself that I belong...somwhere.* No, Xhexania. *grinning at the hatred in her eyes as I use her real name* I'd prefer to fuck you, just like I did over the last weeks, and just like I will continue until I decide anything differently. I am your future, get used to the idea. The sooner...*tightening my grip, kissing her hard on the lips*...the better.

Xhex Ghardian 

*I want to pull away but it's too much effort. He will only push harder if I do. If there is one thing I've learned in the past few weeks, it's how not to make things worse when he kisses me. It's so fucking intimate and I have to clench my jaw to keep from heaving. Finally he pulls back but I can still smell his breath inches from my face. I try to turn away but he grabs my chin and holds my head firmly in place. And even though I feel hollow, something, something I thought was dead, rises inside and I feel the words come out before I can stop them.* Fuck me all you want, asshole. I will never be yours and you will never touch me *I hit my chest* in here. I will die first.

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Lash Ghardian 

Well, we can arrange that. But first...*grins evilly*...first we two are going to have some...fun. *Absently tracing her lower lip with my thumb, not realizing the caress myself as I look at the hatred visible in her...beautiful eyes. * I was thinking for the next 700 years or so. And your little pet, Johnny boy, can have the pillow. I am sure he will have fun with the pillow, just as much fun that guy in the building had with him *smirking*

Xhex Ghardian 

*The pain in my gut screams upward into my chest as the mention of John's name. Seeing him pick up that pillow today...he thinks I'm dead. I could see it in his eyes. It was worse than this, seeing him like that. What did I ever do in my life to be worthy of him? And just like that, I am angry, so angry that my eyesight fades to red and I have to remind myself to breathe. I cannot let Lash get to me this way. It's what he wants, the reaction he is looking for. Instead of grabbing his wrist and slamming his hand away, I put my head back down so I cannot see his eyes. I will not allow him to win any victory at all over me.*

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Lash Ghardian 

*Seeing her reaction just like I want to see it, I grin* Oh, so submissive today. *Leaning closer, my breath brushing her ear* Guess what...I don't like it! *Rubbing my cheek against her one* I want you furious...*Leaning back a little, looking at her, her hair still in my hand I smirk, an idea rising* We are meant to be together. *Seeing no reaction, trying to be calm at her resistence of letting me in* You want to know the reason, right?

*As I still get no reaction from her I pull her up violently, pressing her body against the nearest wall, shoving myself against her curves, my next words escaping my lips in a growl* You will listen to me, and you will fucking look at me while I talk to you! *As I realize that I just lost my temper I take a deep breath, watching her as she is just watching my chest. After I found my composure I press closer, smirking at the idea that she can't get away, grinding my cock against her* You like that, you can admit it. You like it, just as much as your mother liked it when that...animal took her. *Breathing faster, one hand around her throat* You see,...sweet Xhexania, we have a lot in common. We were both breed violently. And no one can actually love you. Johnny doesn't, or he would have seen you that day. *Laughing evilly, grinding against her with each word* You. are. mine.

Xhex Ghardian 

*I am getting under his skin with my non-answers. Good. Let him squirm. I raise my head and gaze at him through heavy lids. The problem is, his words about John hit hard and it makes me wonder if he is right. But then I see again John's face as he lifted that pillow, and I know, inside where what's left of my heart lives, that he cannot be right. And that makes me bold.* I am not yours and never will be. *whispering* Never. Will. Be. *Anticipating the back hand across my cheek does not make it hurt less, but there are no tears left inside to shed over the pain. At least it ends the grinding against me. God, I feel so filthy when he touches me, like I will never be clean.*

Lash Ghardian 

*Grinning, leaning closer, breathing in her scent at her neck, thrice, before I whisper...* You think you're getting under my skin? *...pressing my body closer to her once again after I found my composure after her words. They do hit me. But I wouldn't show that to her, I can't. I can't show my weakness ever.* You are wrong, but I tell you what. I am going to be in you. *Feeling her shiver at my words, I run the hand I had around her neck to her right breasts, tweaking her nipple roughly* Enough talking. *opening my pants while I look into her eyes, wanting her to see my raw lust for her. Throwing her on the bed, smirking at me being stronger than her I cover her body quickly with mine, ignoring her attempts to fight as I part her legs with hips, my hands holding hers down on the mattress. I lean down, my breath brushing her lips, sure she can feel my hard cock on her entrance, ready to push all the way inside, marking her again and again, whispering against her lips before...* You know you can't get away from me. You will always be mine. Always. Even if I can't touch your body...a body that belongs to me, I am in your head, and I will never leave. *...*

Xhex Ghardian 

*It's with the words "I will never leave" ringing in my head that I snap back into the present. The absolute terror is gone just like that, even with two lessers coming at me with all they've got. It is my choice to live in the present, with that asswipe forever in the past, just an unpleasant memory that will never have a true hold on me again. I survived, goddamnit. And I will continue to do so. So with a well-timed swing at one whitey and a simultaneous kick at the other, I choose to leave the past rotting in its own piss. I am alive.* ~

XOXO!