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Chapter 3 Brick Walls

Trapped in his invisible bonds Kodi knew fear, the beating of the past hours had slowly steadily and drastically gotten much more painful than anything he had ever known. His mother sat by and watched while dancing his father upon more invisible strings contorting him into such small shapes and poses that Kodi had heard snapping a few times and the pained scream of his father around the bonds in his mouth.
His own back was ready to break itself, stuck in the arched and stretched postion his mother held him. Feeling an emptiness inside himself and not knowing why; the pain should be all that there was and consuming his whole being, but just after she had pinned him in place he felt a sudden emptiness like he lost something. That feeling is what made him hope for death, the tears dried on his cheeks stopped hours ago and he felt no urge to summon more. Tonight was special, he could feel it she was finally going to end his misery.
Tonight he would die.
Tonight his father would die and there was nothing he could do to stop her.
Kodi felt nothing but numbness now. Except that feeling of loss.
The only thing he could do was just wait it out watch while his father died or himself first. Deciding he could not watch the once person in his family that he actually felt loved him die Akodian did the only one thing he could do. He assumed the Oneness, it had gotten easier to do, tonight it took all the energy he could muster and more. Once obtained though it was less of a challenge to keep it maintained, which was his saving grace. Now he watched with uncaring eyes as his father was bent and broken into odd shapes and forms performing an appalling dance for Kodi's mother.
Inside his own personal void he felt more acutely that sense of being empty like he had something taken away from him. Keeping inside his mind Akodian sought for that force.
Outwardly looking from his mother to his father who was now turned towards him with a look of pure agony all over his place. He hurriedly retreated once more lest he lose control and feel the pain that was held at bay again. From the pressures on his body he could tell that the blows had gotten more frequent and stronger, almost as if she could tell he had stopped feeling them and wished to hear his whimpers once more.
Searching through his being for why he felt so empty had shown to be difficult and long but he had to know why he felt so empty. So as time ticked by he searched. Sought the lack of something he didn't know he had lost.
At the point when he was moments away from giving up Kodis' subconscious mind hit an invisible wall and stopped moving. On the other side of the barrier he noticed a quiet lake of unknown essence that he couldn't quite see but feel. He wanted it.
It was tranquil and peaceful.
Oblivion.
It must be his death.
He pushed on the invisible barrier and felt it resist but move.
Distantly. Ever so distantly he heard his mothers voice "and what do you think you are doing? DO YOU THINK THAT CAN SAVE YOU NOW? You do not even know what it is."
Then Kodi pushed again and this time the wall did not even twitch. Now that he knew how close pure Oblivion was. He wanted it more than anything he had wanted anything in his life. He hit it again this time harder than previously.
This was an ending, it was peace.
He needed this.
The lake swirled in greating on the other side the ever changing colors. Now green of the purest unhindered forest. Now the color of water glimmering the purest blue that reminded him of something, it seemed so far away. Donvaine. Thats it Donvaine how beautiful he was how solid and sure. How strong he was.
'I wish he were here.'
As if wishing it made it happen. There was a flash outside the window behind his mother. A mere quick movement but it was enough. Kodi had seen those skies once more. Donvaine was here. Donvaine would save him.
He felt the barrier with a ghostly touch once more to keep his mothers attention. He pushed, he punched but couldn't break it. Now he watched as Donvaine, quieter than his size and muscle suggested slid the window open as silently as air stirring. He watched as his saviour crept up behind his mother with a large rock in his hands raised over his head. Kodi saw how Donvaine held the rock in his hands ready to bring the stone right onto his mothers head. In slow motion he watched as his saving grace lowered the rock with all his might onto an invisible wall around his mother. Kodi saw how his new found friend flew through the air and collided with a sick crack into the wall.
His mother turned ever so so slightly to face her would be assassin with pure calm on her face. "What did you hope to accomplish by hitting me over the head. Couldn't you see that I am a little busy at the moment." She spoke calmly but drew out a nice sized knife from about her person.
How did she hide that all this time, Akodian thought to himself. Again he watched from a distant place as his mother slowly made her way towards Donvaine though now time seemed to drag on in minute traces of movement. He could feel her calm intent to kill his one true friend. He could feel her hatred of any man but her darling son. He could feel her desire to kill him and his father above all else. He could feel her hopes for the future the dark deeds she would commit.
and he could feel her agony as he hammered with everything he had at the invisible barrier and it recoiled into her shattering whatever power it was that she had previously held. He fell to the floor with a thud that wasn't echoed. He heard the scream of terror as she wailed, her entire being behind her pain. He heard howls "ITS GONE! ITS GONE ITS GOOOOOONE!" he watched as his father staggered towards her with the last of his life and ripped the knife from her hand and stuck it into her own heart.
Tonight he saw his Mother die in a puddle of her own blood pumped from her own black heart.
Tonight he saw his father die as he toppled backwards face towards the ceiling pure relief on his face at the loss of pain. His last word falling out of his mouth as of a whisper of wind.

"Kodi!"
Minutes passed by and there was nothing sweet nothing.
He slowly agonizingly slowly dragged himself on all fours as sore as he had ever been and the beginings of worse to come. He crawled, dragged, pulled himself to the limp form of his friend his saviour. Donvaine. He felt the mans throat for a pulse. He was unconscious. Plopping down next to the man feeling sleep come he rolled over with unintentionally placing his arm accross Donvaine chest. The last thing he remembered seeing was a huge dent in the wall where the man had collided.
'Brick Wall Indeed!' and he smiled.

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His head hurt. It really hurt. His body ached. He opened his eyes and saw a strange ceiling, turning his head he saw the familliar pale features of his new friend the chestnut brown hair mixed with natural honey streaks framing that fragile yet strong face. Akodian was beautiful. Donvaine tried to smile, nope, his head still hurt too much.
It was barely dawn so he shifted slightly and removed the hand from his chest and stood. Stretching his muscles he moved around the room he saw the bodies piled on the floor next to each other.
He looked through the rooms quickly and found a clear bedroom that looked as if it hadn't been used in a long time but was still clean. He went back to Kodi and picked the slim boy up left arm under his kness and right arm behind his shoulders. His head lightly plopped against Donvaines chest and he let loose a little snore.
Donvaine smiled.
Kodi was sleeping soundly in his arms and felt very natural there, like he belonged in his arms. He laid the smaller man down on the bed as gently as he could so as not to wake him. Then went in search of a cloth and a bowl finding both on a shelf in the kitchen he brought them into the room after pouring some water into the bowl from a basin by the kitched door.
Testing the water to make sure it wasn't too cold he felt that it was luke warm and therefore not too bad. Dipping the cloth into the water and wringing it out thoroughly he wiped the boys face cleaning the blood from wounds that had not been there when first they had met. He cleaned the crust from dried wounds. Then made his cleaning way down the boys neck to wipe the blood that must have run down from other wounds. He wiped till there was no more blood upon the boys face and neck. Placing the wash cloth in the bowl once more he dried his hands off on his own legs.
Minutes he sat there just watching the sleeping form of the young man before him Kodi was peaceful as it seemed he never had been. He watched the rise and fall of the boys chest the slow shift of his features as his dreams shifted unpleasantly. He saw the slowly growing smudges of redness seep through the boys shirt all over his torso. Taking the knife he always kept in the side of his boot and sliced open Kodi's shirt slowly so as not to wake him. Pulling the sides back Donvaine gaped, the boys whole torso was covered in cuts on top of bruises new ones, old ones, ones not completely healed that would make some sick and retch.
Quickly grabbing the wash cloth from the bowl and squeezing the water out as much as possible he wiped the cuts and contusions as clean as he could on Kodis' pale chest, abdomen and admired the firm tone and smoothness of it. Alowing his free hand to graze the bumps and ridges of muscle. Pure beauty.
Donvaine removed his shirt and finished cleaning the cuts and even washing the wounds from his arms and hands. Removing Kodis' boots and covering him with the light blanket from the end of the bed. After which he went back into the room of last nights terror.
Donvaine removed the bodies and took them outside then picked up the toppled furniture, discarded those that were too broken to keep which consisted of two large chairs, a small end table, and a decently sized bookshelf that had a few too many cracks in it and would no longer stand properly.
Then he set to work on cleaning the blood which had puddled around the body of the woman. He cleaned it through much sweat and a few devious splinters, luckily the pool had not dried. By the time he had finsihed this the sun had been up for quite some time, so he set to feeding the animals. He made friends with them and the horses for one took quickly to him. Especially the chestnut mare, she kept nuzzling his cheeks and stomped her hoofs when he finally took his leave to go check on Kodi.
Wiping the sweat from his brow with the green shirt he had been wearing and leaving it on the table in the kitchen he entered the room down the hall to the right where Kodi was. Quietly opening the door Donvaine realized that he was still sleeping soundly, and turned to go with the intentions of trying to find something which he could make for the two of them for breakfast, when he heard a whimper from the bed.
He quickly turned back and made his way over to the bed just as the boy started mumbling in his sleep almost incoherently "Nghh, No- please! agh" Donvaine reached him and laid his hand over Kodis'. "Shhhh. Its ok." Kodi immediately stopped whimpering and calmed. After a concerned minute or two he tried to move away and go back to his bussiness. But was caught in a vicelike grip on his thigh that had no desire to let him go. So he quietly stooped down and removed his boots. Then crawled smothly onto the bed lightly moving over Kodi in the proccess, keeping their hands in contact the whole time he relaxed onto the bed. Before he knew what had happened he was unceremoniously used as a pillow arms wrapped around his torso tightly and head laid on his chest. He closed his eyes and sleep took him.
***
He felt warm. He felt safe. His head throbbed but that did not matter. Minutes passed after unconsciousness left where he just floated in the nothingness behind his eyelids, flowing up and down smoothly like he was flying. Free.
Hearing a deep rumble gurgling sound he opened his eyes and realized that the sound had come from himself. Their was an empitness in the pit of his stomache that hurt.
He was hungry. His pillow was hungry too, the rumble was also resonating from the stomache of his saviour. Saviour? Then it hit him 'Mother! Father!' he leapt from the bed with surprising silence and agility. Ignoring the growing bitter teeth gnashing for food in his belly he ran/limped for the sitting room on top of sore muscles and aching joints.
His mothers own play room, the place where she did her particularly best work. The room where his father had ended her life, stopped his pain and died himself. His father was already dead when he stabbed his mother, Kodi knew that now. The glazing of his eyes as his father had dragged himself to his weeping mother, then the blazing of his fathers eyes as he plunged that short dagger into Kodis' mothers heart, ending her evil reign.
The room he finally staggered into was not what he expected, it was cleaned. Fixed up and the way it always looked, besides the obvious dent in the wall. The loss of the chairs his mother and brother used to sit in while descussing what next to do to Kodi was not missed. Nor the loss of the end table that more often than not was consumed in flames that never burnt it but they hurt, Kodi remembered many nights where she would ask him to move it in that soft as steel tone. Right in the middle of moving it flames would consume it and the front of his chest. Having to struggle against the agony of moving the flaming beacon while his own body was sizzling in torment, her voice calmly stating in that no choice but to be obeyed monotone she so often used, "Don't let go till you bring it to the otherside of the room where I told you to take it."
The bookshelf was the greatest loss. His father loved that thing made it with his own hands and had told him no few times that some day that it would be his along with the few books he had obtained over his years of travel and warfare before settling down with his mother.
Eyes tearing he walked out of the house to clear his mind and was confronted with the two bodies of his parents. His mothers face struck him as morbidly humorous forever frozen in the pure terror of losing her power. His fathers on the other hand had a look of pure relief on his face, relaxed at last. His father was now free.
After an unknowable amount of time of just sitting there looking at the two lifeless forms he went to the shed to get a shovel, dug a hole for his mother, rolled her now powerless body into it unceremoniously and covered her with dirt. Stepping back from the mound with little emotion
He did not however resign his father to the same fate as his mother, he wanted his father to be free not hidden under some pile of dirt where bugs and vermin would eat away at his rotten corpse. Therefore he sought out some large stones big enough for his intended purpose, formed a huge ring and piled the dwindling stock of wood from the fireplace. Once finished it was nearing mid-afternon, he stepped back and surveyed his handiwork. A makeshift pyre. With much heaving and huffing he dragged, pulled sometimes rolled his father over to and ontop of the small platform. Grabbed some twigs and after some minutes created spark enough for a flame that soon caught on the dried wood, which was a roaring blaze in moments immotlating his fathers corpse.
Standing there he watched the flames crisping and crackling consume his beloved father, after what seemed like hours he realized he was crying. The tears freely running down his face, blurring his vision and stinging the half healed wounds on his face. He barely felt the pain. Falling to his knees after hours of just watching his father burn and staying like that he continued sobbing for the loss of the man that helped give him life. The man who made his life worth living and the man who finally ended his torture. He cried well into the evening, after even the flames died down and all that was left of his father was ash. He cried till his injured soul began to heal. He cried out his pain, sorrow, his relief at being free.
He even continued crying in the sleep that took him into a dreamless slumber.
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