index


Message-ID: <36228asstr$1019481002@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
From: Gambit367@aol.com
Subject: {ASSM} RP:Shadow Knight Chronicles Ch.3 (mc m/f rom)
Date: Mon, 22 Apr 2002 09:10:02 -0400
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d


The Shadow Knight Chronicles By Gambit

Chapter Three


Light filtered through the window, making the sleeping form on
the bed stir. The form tossed and turned as if he were in a bad
dream, the covers were wrapped around him in a very constricting
manor.

Reaching blindly, Ethan grabbed the pair of mirror-plated shades
that were on the nightstand. His eyes were still firmly closed as
he slipped them on. Much better. The sleepy boy thought as his
eyes slowly cracked opened.

He noticed two things at that moment. The first was that he was
the only one in his bed. He distinctly remembered going to sleep
with her the night before. The night before . . . Fuck! It
worked. He thought wildly, sitting straight up in bed.

The teenager pulled his covers off and got out of bed completely
naked, smiling as he remembered last night -(TM)s festivities.
Then he frowned, wondering where Heather was. Ethan walked to his
dresser and pulled out some clothes for the day. As he looked in
the mirror that was on the dresser, he saw something on his
muscular chest. It was a symbol of sorts. It looked like small
tiger vaguely, but had the coloring of a hickey.

Huh. He thought.

In all truth, Ethan didn -(TM)t know whether to be exited or a
bit scared about this new development. He didn -(TM)t exactly
know why he was changing so much. And the more he thought about
it, the more it scared him. After all, would he change more? And
what price would there be for these gifts?

He sat back down on his bed and let out an explosive sigh as he
put on his shoes. And to top it off, Heather might be mad at me.
He thought.

As he looked at the nightstand by the bed, he saw that it read
11:45. He almost slapped himself in the forehead. He never slept
that late before. Could it be because of the changes? Does my
body need that much rest? He mused.

The reason that it worried him was because of the fact that he
was the type of person that only slept four to five hours a
night. He did the math in his head and realized he slept thirteen
hours. He never slept that long in his life.

Ethan jerked his head up at the sound of the door. It was a
fairly light knock, so he knew that it wasn -(TM)t Tosh. Tosh
just gave three heavy thuds and opened the door. "Yeah?" He
called out, standing up.

"Great, you -(TM)re awake." Heather said as she walked into his
room.

"Yeah, I guess I slept late enough last night, didn -(TM)t I?" He
asked with a wry shake of the head.

"Yeah, guess," Heather started with more than a little
nervousness in her voice. "Listen, Ethan, we have to talk-- about
last night, I mean."

Oh shit. She knows. Was the first thing that popped into his
mind. But then he looked at the expression on her face and it was
more regret than anything else. "Well, you see, it -(TM)s like
this," She went on. "I have a boy friend and . . ."

"And last night was a one time thing?" He finished for her
watching her nod. Then he nodded, very gladly. "I -(TM)m glad you
feel like that. I mean, I thought that you was going to come in
her and slap the shit out of me." He told the redhead.

Heather laughed a beautiful laugh. "As if. It was all my doing
anyway. Hell, I practically raped you." Now she was blushing deep
red.

Thank god she doesn -(TM)t even know what happened. He thought as
he looked at the beautiful eighteen year old. The possibility of
that would have been disastrous and Ethan knew it.

The next thing he notice -(TM)s is Tosh sticking her head in his
room. "Hey, Bro. Could you do me a favor?"

Ethan looked at his sisters face and winced. He could tell that
she was in obvious pain. "What -(TM)s the favor?" No matter what
she asked, he promised himself that he would try his best to do
it. That -(TM)s how guilty he felt.

"Could you go to the store and get some aspirin. We -(TM)re out."
Tosh said in an almost whisper.

"Yeah, I was wanting to get some CD -(TM)s anyway. I was gonna to
it tomorrow, but now I just kill two birds with one stone." he
replied with a smile.

"Not so loud, Bro." Was his all his sister said, rubbing her
temples as she said it. Then she just went back down the hall and
back into her room. Her nice quiet room.

Both watched her go with pity in their eyes. "Hey, Heather, could
you maybe do me a favor? Watch her while I -(TM)m gone? I don
-(TM)t like seeing her sick like this,"

"Are you sure? It -(TM)s a two mile hike to the store and I would
be happy to drive you." She replied politely. They both knew it
was for show though. Heather really wanted to watch over her
friend. She hated seeing her like that just as much as Ethandid.

"Yeah, I got some energy to burn . . . So, go see how she -(TM)s
doing, ok?" He asked again.

"You got it, kid." Ordinarily Ethan would have argued over her
use of the word  -~Kid -(TM), but the boy just had to much on his
mind. "See ya later." She added as she disappeared into thehall.

Ethan was most certainly not lying when he said he had some
energy to burn. It felt like he was on meth, or crank to some
people. He knew what that felt like because he had a foster
parent force it on him when he was ten, just to see what it would
do. He was up for days and had more energy than he knew what to
do with. The down side was when he came down, he started
hallucinating. God, I hope it won -(TM)t be like that with these
changes.  He considered. But in the back of his mind he really
knew that it would be nothing like that.

Well, better get to walking. He thought, grabbing his wallet off
the dresser. When he walked out the door he grabbed it and he was
going to shut it like he normally would, with the normal amount
of strength and got a surprise. The door knob came off in his
hands as the door was shut with vicious force.

He heard Tosh moan at the sound.

Yeah, I walk would do me some good. I definitely need to sort out
my thoughts. He thought. He was really getting worried now.


**********************


The only thing that Ethan didn -(TM)t like about the mall were
the people. He really didn -(TM)t have much against a person
singularly, just when they were in large groups-- like in amall.

The first thing that he bought was Tosh -(TM)s aspirin. He really
didn -(TM)t want to forget that as he was going to look at the
Music CDs at the music store. He had about a total of thirty-five
bucks in his pocket after he bought the a spirin. Then again, I
could walk out with anything in this store and not get caught. He
thought with contemplation. But he knew that he could never do
that. He never was one for stealing.

Ethan walked towards the music store, fully hoping that the CD
Everlast: Eat at Whitey -(TM)s in. hat was when he felt it. It
was on the inside of his head. It was like when he used the mind
control trick. This was more of a low-grade buzzing that he could
even hear, let alone feel. It made his head feel funny and it
oddly made him feel like scratching his scalp.

The boy just shook his head and tried to clear it as he made his
way towards the music store. When he made it there, he
automatically went to searching in the "E" section. But he really
couldn -(TM)t focus. The buzzing sensation was starting to get on
his nerves. Then all of the sudden, it seemed to get stronger.

Then for no apparent reason, Ethan jerked his head up and looked
directly to the left. What he saw was a little surprising. It was
a girl. But it was also a girl of likes of which Ethan had never
met before. And there was one thing that stood out on the girl
that gave Ethan a sense of wonderment, and, if he was truthful,
dread.

The girl that stood no more than six feet from him had a sword
that was attached to the back of a thick leather jacket. The
sword looked like a Katana with a silver dragons head on the butt
of it. Under the leather jacket--he could tell because it was
unzipped--was a black t-shirt that was tucked into her skintight
black jeans. To top it all off the girl was wearing a pair silver
tipped boots.

But what got Ethan was the fact that she was wearing the exact
same kind of shades that he was wearing. She also had the same
shade of hair he did. It was a little unnerving though, to have
her just standing there, like she was evaluating him.

"Problem?" He asked in a neutral voice, taking a step towards
her. She took a step back, and all of the sudden he felt a wave
of dizziness wash over him. By sheer instinct alone, he realized
that the girl before him had entered his mind. With that same
instinct, he locked her out and lashed out.

The girl reached up and rubbed her temples, a lot like what Tosh
was doin when he left. She quit almost as quickly as she did it,
though. As if not wanting to show that she was in pain before
him.

"Hunter, Tracker or Rogue?" She asked. Even though there was an
edge to her voice, Ethan had to admit that sound quite
esthetical.

She might have been beautiful and her voice might have been
lovely, but Ethan thought that her manners were lacking. "What
the hell are you talking about?" He asked and there definitely an
edge to his voice at that point.

It didn -(TM)t seem to faze the girl though. "Are you a Rogue,
Hunter or Tracker?" She asked slowly. There was a little
uncertainty in her voice now.

Ethan looked at the girl, who looked to be about his age, and
thought that she may be a little crazy. "My god, you really don
-(TM)t know what you are, do you?" She asked. There was even a
note of pity in her voice.

"What -(TM)s your name?"

"Jesse Budroux. Second Adept," She started, but before Ethan
could speak, she asked another question. "Have you even learned
what you are capable of yet? Or do you just play with peoples
minds." Jesse asked that last question because that was all she
was able to get from him with her quick probe before he shut her
out like a Master. Who is this kid? She thought. A novice wouldn
-(TM) t have even known she was probing until it was to late. She
saw Ethan go pale at the thought of being caught and she had to
smirk.

"Relax, I -(TM)m not judging. You -(TM)re really new to this aren
-(TM)t you?"

"How  -~bout we go to someplace that -(TM)s a little less public
to talk?" He asked. Ethan would be lying if he said that he wasn
-(TM)t more than a little scared. How did she know? He thought
wildly.

Jesse nodded. "I saw a small caf (C) that -(TM)s just a short
walk from here. I -(TM)m a little hungry, might as well kill two
birds with one stone." She replied practically.

All Ethan could do was nod mutely. This was becoming a little too
much for his brain to process. "Yeah, sure. I could use something
to drink."

The both of them started walking down the line of stores in the
mall. He knew one thing for certain and he was completely baffled
by something else. The first was, the longer he stayed with this
girl, the more at ease he was. Well, there were two things that
baffled him. The first was the fact that no one seemed to mind
this beautiful blonde walking around the mall with a Katana
strapped to hitch that was on the back of her leather jacket.

"Why aren -(TM)t people freakin -(TM) about the blade you have on
your back?" he asked, curiosity tinged his voice.

Jesse gave the boy a smirk. "I just give off a mental vibe that
tells them to ignore it."

"Why do you carry it?" He asked as they walked into the small caf
(C) were there were very few people. They took a seat as far away
from the people as possible.

"I -(TM)ll answer that all in good time, maybe," She started.
"But first, what -(TM)s your name?"

"Ethan." He replied. A chubby little waitress chose that time to
come over to take their order. Mason ordered a Mountain Dew and
Jesse ordered a hamburger with a Coke.

Jesse looked at the boy before her with a very serious
expression. "Look, I -(TM)m going to ask you something. And
before you say no, I want to take into consideration that I
-(TM)m in a little bit of trouble and I don -(TM)t know who I can
trust."

Ethan just cocked his head as if asking her to go on, then took a
sip of soda.

"I want you to let me into your mind-- to see if I can trust
you."

The word "NO" almost jumped immediately to his lips. But then he
thought about it and decided that he really didn -(TM)t have
anything to hide. But he did want something in return. "I -(TM)ll
let you do it-- on one condition." He stated.

Jesse leveled her gaze on him.

"Let me see your eyes."

The girl decided that the few moments of irritation that the
light caused would be worth it if she could get a look into Ethan
-(TM)s mind, to make sure he wasn -(TM)t a threat. She lowered
her mirror-plated shades and gave him a level gaze with a small
smile on her lips. "Now its my turn." She stated as she pushed
back up her shades.

"Is gonna make me dizzy like it did last time?" He asked. He
really didn -(TM)t like the feeling. Ethan saw how she squinted
against the light. We really are alike. He though. Maybe I can
get some answers now.

"No. You should only feel a slight tingle." She didn -(TM)t tell
him that a novice wouldn -(TM)t feel anything at all. "And that
-(TM)s because you gave me your permission."

"Do it." He said with a note of finality, before he lost his
nerve.

Jesse didn -(TM)t have to be told twice. The whole thing only
took about five minutes, because she was that good at doing
probes. She learned everything about him since the time of his
first memories. It gave her only a slight headache doing a full
probe like this.

Mason felt the tingle, like she said he would. And after about
five minutes it was gone and he knew that she was out of his
mind. When he looked at her he was a little more than surprised.
He saw a tear rolling down her left cheek. He then did something
that was completely uncharacteristic of him. He reached out and
wiped it away. "What -(TM)s wrong?" He asked gently.

"Hell -(TM)s Outhouse . . . How did you survive it?" She asked in
a terribly sad voice.

Ethan was glad that he was wearing his shades, because, although
he wasn -(TM)t crying, his eyes misted. Finally, someone that
fully understands. He thought. He gave her a weak smile. "No
other choice." He stated plainly. He was starting to feel really
connected to this girl named Jesse.

"You -(TM)re much braver than you let on, Ethan." She replied,
collecting herself so that her voice didn -(TM)t waver. "You
really don -(TM)t know about the Shadow Knights?" She asked,
after what all she saw in his mind, it was the least she could do
to explain it to him.

He shook his head negative. "What -(TM)s a Shadow Knight?"

"You and me, and a lot of other people. Shadow Knight -(TM)s are
a cut above the Normals, Ethan." She said in a very serious
manor. "We -(TM)re faster, stronger and have a higher mental
capacity. I want you to notice that I didn -(TM)t say that we
were better, though. We also have many of the same faults." She
added this in a bitter tone.

Ethan leveled an intense gaze on her. "What kind of trouble are
you in?"

"The Hunters from the Zone are looking for me."

Ethan looked at the clock on the wall of the caf (C), then back
at the beautiful Shadow Knight. "Come home with me." He stated
plainly. Even he could hardly believe he said it.

"What?! Are you that dense, Ethan? I just said that Hunters were
looking for me. I won -(TM)t put you in that kind of danger." She
added the last sentence softly. "Or your family." She added and
watched him flinch at that prospect.

"It -(TM)s highly unlikely they would find you at my place. They
would probably look in places that they knew you would likely go
to. Since you -(TM)re the first Shadow Knight I -(TM)ve met, I
damn well know none of them know me."

"And what of your family?" Jesse retorted.

"They -(TM)ll say yes."

"If they say no?"

"I -(TM)ll . . . I guess I -(TM)ll have to persuade them." He put
emphasis on the word persuade. His face was marred in a deep
frown. He really didn -(TM)t like the idea of doing that.

"It gives you a guilty conscience to use the gifts you were
gifted with?" Jesse asked with a curious expression.

"They -(TM)re my family," was his simple answer.

And by the smile that was on Jesse -(TM)s face, it was the right
one. She watched as he stood up and held a hand out to her, as if
to help her out of her seat. If anyone else would have done that
to her, she would have thought them chauvinistic. But it was
pretty charming when Ethan did it. It also amazed her that he
could still hold the element of charm after all that he had been
through.

What amazed her more, was when they were walking through the
mall, he never let her hand go. She didn -(TM)t know why she
allowed this . . . Well that was a lie. She did know. It just
felt right.

Jesse decided, before they even left the mall, that she was going
to teach this newbie of Shadow Knighthood everything he would
need to know to survive against those that would do him harm. And
there were those that would. She knew that for a fact. That was
what the Trackers were for. They were recruiters. If you didn
-(TM)t give the answer they wanted, it was your head. And she was
going to make damn sure that never happened to Ethan.

Ethan was in thoughts were very confused. He didn -(TM)t know why
he kept holding the girls hand. All he did know was that it felt
completely right. It was almost like the girl was a kindred
spirit to his tortured soul. She was someone that finally
understood all that he went through.

I just hope Tosh, Joanna and Shawn understand. He thought a
little sadly. But he had a feeling that he was going to have to
use his gifts on them to let him take in Jesse.

Mine. A primal thought went through his head as he squeezed Jesse
-(TM)s hand a little harder, as if claiming her. What the hell?
He just shook his head and kept walking.

Tosh sent me for aspirin and I am bringing home so much more.
Hope it don -(TM)t increase her headache. He thought with no
humor.


                                         
************************


Ethan let out an appreciative whistle when he saw the car that
Jesse had. It was a Mustang convertible with a scoop on the hood.
"Nice wheels." He stated, as he opened up the door on the
convertible and sat down in the passenger seat. He almost looked
at Jesse with jealousy when she just vaulted over the door-- that
was exactly what he wanted to do.

"You -(TM)d be surprised the kind of deals you can get with our
ability." She stated, know he knew what she meant. She in no way
bought this car.

Ethan just smirked at her and appreciated the rev of the engine
as she gunned it. With a maniacal smile she pealed out of the
mall parking lot. This was a side of Jesse that she didn -(TM)t
show many people. But for some reason, she felt comfortable
around him.

There were legends about when two Knights meet in the Shadow
Knight Chronicles, written by Dakrin. Legends about how some
Knights found their soul mate, and they would take and instant
likening to each other on contact. But she always considered that
hogwash. That couldn -(TM)t be it could it? There were no Knights
back at the Zone that had felt that. That she was sure of.

They didn -(TM)t talk much on the way over to Ethan -(TM)s. He
wanted to wait to quiz her when they were in private, and quiz
her he would. The boy had a thousand questions going through his
mind. The first of them were simple. When would the changes top?
The second was; what was he capable of?

Ethan groaned as they pulled into the driveway.

"What -(TM)s the matter?"

"Shawn would pick this day to show up early from his business
trip." He murmured, and then opened the door. It wasn -(TM)t like
he wouldn -(TM)t have been very pleased to see him . . . It was
just the circumstances.

"Who -(TM)s Shawn?" Jesse asked as she hopped out of the car. She
was a little bit disappointed in herself for missing something in
the probe.

"He -(TM)s my Dad . . . Well, the only man that I respect enough
to call that anyway." He replied with a sad little smile.

At that moment, Shawn came out on the porch smiling. The smile
faltered a little when he saw Jesse, but grew again. "Jesse
Budroux, as I live and breath. You -(TM)re a long way fromhome."

Ethan noticed that everything in his adoptive fathers voice asked
a simple question: What are you doing here? Ethan was floored
that Shawn even knew the girl. And he knew that if he knew Jesse,
he knew other things. But what?



<1st attachment begin>

<HTML removed pursuant to
http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/erotica/assm/faq.html#policy> <1st
attachment end>

----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has
been modified from its original format.  The post was sent as an
email attachment and has been converted by ASSTR ASSM moderation
software. ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ 

------- ASSM Moderation System Notice--------
This post has been reformatted by the ASSM
Moderation Team due to inadequate formatting.

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> |
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html>  Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}|
|Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org>   Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org>      |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+