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Subject: {ASSM} A Story - Grayson (Sci Fi / mf / romance)
Date: Sun, 20 Jul 2003 19:10:02 -0400
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"Grayson? Grayson, are you listening to me? They found Neal by the river.
Well, they found what was left of him."

"I don't want to hear about it."

I ran the edge of my blade along the whetstone.

"He was.."

"I said I don't want to hear about it!"

I focused on my sword. I kept both sides of the blade like razors. It's cool
metal was a dull blue. I sharpened and oiled it every night.

My father gave me this sword. He and I used to practice all the time. Before
these hideous creatures rained from the sky. Before they destroyed our world
and ruined my life. Whenever I thought about them I got pissed off. I
thought about them all the time.

"Stinking mother fuckers..."

"What?" Steven asked. "What did you say?"

"Nothing."

It was almost dark. I packed up and headed to my house.

"Tomorrow," Steven said. "We'll do better tomorrow."

Better? We couldn't do any worse. I waved back at him and walked down the
old dirt road.

Nighttime was hard for me. During the day, my mind was focused. At night
there was nothing for me to do except sleep, but sleep never came easy.
Memories ran around in my mind. Friends, family, and people I had never met,
all butchered. Their dead faces haunted me.

I woke up, as I always did, covered in sweat. It wasn't hot, but my shirt
was soaked. I crawled out of bed and went to the fountain. I filled a tall
glass with cool water and walked out on the front porch. In the yard was as
old tree swing. My sister and I played on that swing for years. This house
had been in my family for generations, now I was the only one left. I sat on
the swing and slowly pushed myself back and forth.

"How much longer?" I wondered.

It was only a matter of time before someone found my half eaten corpse. Just
like they found poor Neal.

I was dressed and back in the village before sun up. Each morning, myself
and the few men who were still able to fight, gathered in the town square.

When someone went missing or was found dead, we knew a skunk was in our
area. No mater how many of them we killed, there was always more. Our
numbers were getting thin. The women and the children depended on us. We had
to keep trying.

"Grayson, you go to the river."

Franklin was the senior man in the village. He gave the orders.

I set off alone. It was the only way to hunt them. Skunks were devious. They
would run or hide if they sensed danger. I once watched a group of men walk
by a skunk that was standing in the open next to a tree. I was looking right
at it and didn't see it. It ripped out a man's throat, then ran away faster
than a rabbit.

When a skunk wants to blend in, you can't see it. When it wants to run, you
can't catch it. When one wants to eat, you better be quick.

The canisters they came in had stopped falling, but we had no idea how many
there were. The devastation was so bad that each local area, each village
was pretty much on its own.

By early afternoon, I was at the place on the river where they found Neal. A
skunk would stay in the same area until there was nothing left to eat or
until it was chased off or it was killed. There had to one around here
somewhere.

I looked for a likely spot. Somehow I always knew where they were. Above the
river, were some old caves.

I drew my sword and moved towards the openings. As I walked up a small rise
in the river bank, I felt it's wicked eyes on me. It was waiting to see if I
was alone. Waiting to see if it was safe.

I knew it would attack me from the rear. It's target would always be my
throat. The filthy creature was close, but I couldn't see it. I made sure of
each step. My footing had to be secure. When I stepped past an old dead
tree, it came at me.

I sensed its movement, and dropped my torso. It's long arms and sharp claws
found nothing but air. It's momentum carried it past me and it quickly spun
around. It looked at me with those cold green oval eyes. They were always so
surprised when they missed me.

This was a young one, in excellent condition. They were such nasty looking
things. Those sharp small teeth and strange skin that changed color. This
one was at least seven feet tall, almost two feet taller than me. The light
reflected off its shinny green skin and its sharp claws. It crouched and
circled to my left and hissed at me.

"I've got something for you, you piece of shit!"

They were clever and deadly, but predictable. They would never run from just
one man. As soon as they got over that first surprise, they always lunged at
my throat.

It's legs flexed and it leap with great speed. I waited until the last
instant, then slipped to the side. Again, it's momentum carried it past me.
This time when it turned, I ran my sharp blade under it's chin, right
through it's unprotected throat.

It's arms shook and it's hands quivered and it fell to it's knees. I twisted
my blade back and forth to make it feel as much pain and agony as I could. I
liked to listen as it choked on it's own foul blood. With my boot, I pushed
it away and withdrew my blade. It fell down on the dirt.

"You fucking pig!"

I kicked it's head with my boot, over and over. I wanted it suffer, like
Neal had suffered, but it was already dead. The adrenaline rush was so
powerful, it took me a few minutes to calm down. If these things traveled in
pairs, I'd be in real trouble. Lucky for me they were always alone.

When they were alive, you couldn't smell them. Not a hint of odor. As soon
as they died, they stank to high heaven. It was a horrible disgusting smell.
 From my pack, I took the special fuel we used to burn them. I dosed it and
set it ablaze. I liked to watch as their limbs and face cracked and burned.

When I returned to the town square, most of the people in the village were
waiting. Someone had smelled the stink and spread the word.

"Man, how do you do that? Over and over again. It's amazing."

Stephen handed me a beer and a beef sandwich. I didn't drink beer and I didn
't want a sandwich. Franklin's mother always baked me a fresh pie. She
handed it to me and I ate a big piece. She was always so nice to me.

They all patted me on the back and shook my hand and told me how brave I
was. I really didn't have much to say. I ate the whole pie. It was really
delicious.

"I'll bake you another one," Franklin's mother said.

Franklin's wife handed me a glass of cool milk and ran her fingers though my
hair.

"Sixteen. My goodness Grayson, you're only sixteen years old. How fast you'
ve had to grow up."

I found a quiet place, away from the group. I sharpened and oiled my sword.
When the sun set, I walked down the old dirt road, back to my house.

I laid down and tried to get some sleep. I hoped my old friend Neal was
resting better. I was trying to keep my eyes closed, when I heard a soft
knocking at my door.

"What? What is it?" I yelled. No one ever came to my house at night.

"Who is it?"

There was no answer, but the soft knocking continued. I went down the stairs
in my underwear.

Waiting for me was the most beautiful woman I'd never seen. She wore her
long blonde in a tight braid. Her face was covered in perspiration and her
white shirt was stained yellow. I thought she must be lost. She looked like
she was alone.

"Is you father here?" she asked as she anxiously looked around.

"My father's dead."

She looked into my eyes.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so very sorry. Maybe you can help me? I'm looking for the
man who lives here. I know this is the correct house. I wrote it down."

Her trembling hand reached into the pocket in the front of her dress.

"The old house at the edge of the village. There's a tree swing in the yard.
That's what I wrote down. That's what they told me."

She looked at me like I was supposed to know what she was talking about.

"Who told you?" I asked.

She took a real hard look at me. Deep into my eyes, she was searching for
something. She put her hand on my chest.

"Are you the skunk hunter?"

"What? Am I what?"

"We've all heard about you. How you kill the skunks."

"I."

"It is you! You're the one I looking for. I can see it in your eyes. I can
see it in your face."

"Lady, I."

"Please, you have to help me. It climbed over the fence and took my sweet
little girl. I saw it grab her. There was nothing I could do. We have so few
men left. You have to go get her."

"I live in this village, I can't leave."

She pulled a photo out of her pocket and tried to hand it to me. When I
wouldn't look at it, she pushed it my face.

"You look at my girl. You just look at her!"

She made me look at the photo. It was a picture of a smiling young girl. She
had long blonde hair and golden skin, just like her mother.

"When did it happen?"

"This morning. I ran all the way here. If you leave now you can get there by
noon."

I didn't like the way this story sounded. Something was wrong. The skunk
would have eaten her daughter right then and there if it had been hungry.
Why would it take her? It must have carried her off and eaten her someplace
else.

"Lady, your daughter..she's probably.."

Her eyes got huge and she grabbed my arms.

"No! Oh No! My baby is alive. I know it! You! You've have to go get her."

She dug her nails into my arms. She didn't mean to. She looked at me with
her pleading eyes. I was her last chance.

"She's a special girl. Can't you help me? Please help her. She needs you."

She fell against me and cried into my chest. I put my hand on the back on
her head and tried to comfort her. She was so exhausted, she could barely
stand up. I helped her sit down in the house on the sofa.

I handed her a fresh cotton towel so she could wipe her face.

"I'll go after the skunk, but I don't know about your daughter."

"She's alive. You just hurry. Please hurry."

It took me a few minutes to get my gear. The woman was too worn out to make
the return trip. She told me how to find her house.

"Here, take her picture."

"You keep it," I said and headed out the door.

"Shelia. Her name is Shelia."

I waved as I walked down the old dirt road.

By early afternoon I was in the woman's village. Her town was much larger
than ours.  Still, there were so few people. They looked at me as I walked
past. I was a stranger.

There was a set of empty building not to far from the woman's house. It
looked like a place a skunk might hide. The whole area was abandoned.

I went from building to building until I found the one that seemed right. I
drew my sword and walked in. I smelled something faint, but very sweet. It
was the scent of perfume or hair wash or something a girl would use. The
scent was coming from somewhere up the stairs.

The skunk had be close, but I didn't feel it's eyes on me. Carefully I
walked up the stairs toward the sweet smell. It might jump me anytime. There
was a long hallway at the top of the stairs. The door to each room was open.

When I looked into the first room, I saw her. A beautiful young girl all
alone. She stood perfectly still, in her white dress, with her hands to her
side. Her thick blonde hair was loose and hanging over her face. She had
been crying, but she was quiet now.

"Hey.Hey."

She didn't look at me. Her eyes stared straight ahead.

"I'm here to get you."

She heard me, but she keep her eyes focused on the wall opposite where she
stood. What a smart girl she was. She had seen that wicked skunk change
colors and blend into the wall. I looked at the wall, but saw nothing. The
skunk was ten feet from me and I couldn't see it. She kept her eyes on one
spot. She was showing me exactly where the foul creature hide.

"Stay right there, don't move."

I carefully walked to the center of the room and waited for the attack. My
weapon was drawn, I was ready. I looked at the girl. I couldn't believe how
calm she was. When her eyes grew wide, I knew the skunk was coming.

I ducked as it pasted. I felt it's claws brush the back of my neck. It spun
around to face me. It hissed and crouched and swayed from side to side. It
raised it's hands and extended it's claws and opened it mouth. It was very
angry it had missed me. This was an older one. A few of it's claws were
broken, and it seemed to have an injury in one leg. It glared at me.

This one was different than the others. It didn't lunge right back at me,
but circled and looked for an advantage. I couldn't risk attacking. I had to
wait and then counter strike.

The creature quickly shifted it's vile eyes between me and the girl. I knew
what it was thinking. Could it kill me and still have her. Greedy fucker.

"Shelia, listen to me. When I say run, you run like a deer and don't look
back."

I couldn't take my eyes off the skunk. I jumped at it a few times to get it
to flinch and move away from the door. When I thought she had a chance, I
yelled.

"Run Shelia! Run!"

She took off for the door . That girl ran for her life. This skunk was fast.
I thought it would come at me, but it lunged and grabbed her. She screamed
and cried out as it picked her up off the floor.

The skunk wanted to get out the door with the girl. It didn't want to fight,
it wanted to run. I jumped in the doorway and put my blade in it's face.
That fucking skunk was not taking this girl. Not while I was alive.

When I won't let it past, the skunk backed up squealed at me. It squealed
and squealed. It didn't know what to do. I had it confused.

It was cornered, with no way out. Now it had to fight. It put it's wicked
claws on Shelia's soft neck. She was yelling and kicking and fighting for
her life, but she couldn't get free. The filthy creature was going to slit
her throat. Seeing that skunk with it's claws on her neck sent me into a
rage. A split second was all that poor girl had. I screamed at the top of my
lungs and let my instincts go. With power and speed I didn't know I had, I
leap off floor. My blade sliced through the air. One chance was all Shelia
had. One chance was all I needed.

I could see the shock on it's grotesque face when my blade ran through it's
neck. I slammed it in all the way to the hilt.

"Eat this mother fucker!"

I yanked out my sword and rammed in again and again. Even after it was dead
and on the floor I kept stabbing it.

I was stomping and kicking it's face, when Shelia put her hand on my
shoulder. I turned around to look at her. My blood was up, I was in a wild
rage. I waved my sword in the air.

"I killed that piece of shit!"

She put her soft warm hand on my face.

"I killed that mother fucker."

She moved close and put her arms around me and held me so tight. She pressed
the side of her head to my chest. I dropped my sword and wrapped my arms
around her. I was breathing hard and my heart was racing.

"I killed it. I.."

Shelia pulled her head back from my chest and looked at me with her deep
gray eyes.

"That's enough."

"I.."

She put her soft fingers on my lips.

"Hush," she said.

When I quieted down, she gently kissed the side of my face. Then she put her
head back on my chest and held me as tight as she could. I could smell her
hair.

She was warm and soft. It took me awhile to realize how wild I'd become.
Everything had burst out of me. All the hatred, all the anger. I needed to
regain my senses. The way she held me calmed me down.

I took several deep breathes and started to come out of it. I finally let go
of her, but she won't let go of me.

"I have to burn this thing. It'll explode if I don't burn it."

She pulled her head of my chest. I had never really looked at her. Now I
did. She was just as beautiful as her mother. With her soft hand she
caressed the side of my face. Her eyes looked deep into me. We stood there
looking into each other. I touched the side of her face. She kissed my hand.
I ran my fingers through her soft hair. I felt her arms, her back and her
sweet tender neck.

Something happened between us. I felt her come inside me, very deep inside
me and I liked it. I looked into her eyes and she smiled at me.

"Shelia.."

Before I finished, she stood on her tip toes and kissed me. I'd never been
kissed before. I wasn't sure what to do. When I felt her soft tongue on my
lips, I opened my mouth. When her tongue found mine, my ears and the back of
my neck tingled. I did as she did. We kissed each other and I really liked
it. My entire mind went completely blank. Shelia was all there was.

After few minutes, she pulled back. The place was really starting to stink.

"We better go," she said.

I covered the skunk in fuel. I kicked it a few more time before I set it on
fire.

"Burn in hell." I tossed a match on it. It's body was quickly consumed in
orange flames. I stood and watched. Shelia pulled me away.

She picked up my sword and put it in my pack. She held my hand, and we
walked down the stairs. I didn't have anything to say, so we didn't talk.

She held my hand the whole way back.

As we approached Shelia's house, her five aunts came running. They all had
blonde hair and gray eyes and they had all been crying.

Shelia waved to them and smiled.

"I'm okay, I'm okay!"

They were so happy to see her. They put their arms around her and kissed her
and hugged her. They tired to pull her away from me, but she wouldn't let
go. When they saw how she held my hand, they stopped trying to pull us
apart.

The empty buildings behind us were blazing. Black smoke rose high into the
sky.

Neighbors from all around came to hear the story. They filled the house and
begged to know what happened.

"You tell them," I said.

Shelia's aunts fixed me something to eat while Shelia told everyone what
happened. They listened with open mouths and wide eyes. She was a great
story teller. Everyone loved to listen to her talk. When she told them how I
attacked the skunk, they all looked at me with amazement. She overplayed how
brave I was and underplayed how brave she was.

"But he's just a boy," I heard one lady say.

They made Shelia tell the story three times. Each time, it got a little
better. Finally everyone left. It was late and time for me to go. I picked
up my gear.

Shelia looked at me with a frown and shook her head.

"Put that down, it's way too late. We'll stay here tonight."

Each of her aunts had a smile on their face. They looked like they knew
something I didn't.

The only time Shelia let go of my hand was when her mother came home. The
two of them embraced and her mother cried and cried.

After a while, Shelia led her mother to me. Ann was her name. Shelia reached
out for my hand and I reached out for hers. Ann didn't have to say thank
you. I could see it in her face.

Ann looked at Shelia and then she looked at me. She saw how Shelia held on
to me and I how I held on to her.

"Okay," she said. "Okay."

Long after the sun had set, the buildings still burned. The flames made a
red glow in the night sky. Those fires would burn for days. There was no one
to put them out.

Shelia kissed me on the cheek and went upstairs to take a bath.

"I'll be back in a minute," she said and pinched the end of my nose.

I sat on the sofa and looked at Ann. This was her house.

"Is it okay if I sleep here?" I asked.

She looked at me with a smile and shook her head.

"Son, you can sleep any where you want."

She made me a bed on the sofa. From the closest she pulled out a soft hand
made quilt and a white cotton pillow. I sat down and took off my boots. Ann
came over to me and put her soft hands on the sides of my face.

"You take care of my little girl."

She kissed me on the forehead.

"I know you will."

She put out the lights and walked up the stairs. I laid back on the sofa and
closed my eyes. I liked the way this house smelled. I was so tired, I was
asleep before I knew it.

In my dream, my feet were slow and I could barely move. It was laughing at
me, and taunting me and I couldn't get away. My sword was not in my hand. I
could feel it's claws on my throat. I couldn't kill the ones in my dreams.

I woke up screaming.

"Where am I!" I yelled.

It was dark, I was confused and disoriented. I didn't know where I was. I
was in a panic. Then I felt Shelia's warm hand on my face. I put my hand on
top of hers. She was sitting right next to me.

"It's dream, it's only a dream."

The lights came on upstairs. Ann and her sisters came running down.

"It's okay," Shelia said. "He's having a bad dream."

The look of worry on their faces went away. They put out the lights and went
back up the stairs. Shelia softly pushed me down. I laid on my back looking
up at her. With the sleeve of her nightshirt, she wiped the sweat off my
face.

"I had such a terrible dream.. I.."

She put her fingers on my lips.

"It's over now. Everything is all right."

She curled up next to me and put her head on my chest. Her body was warm and
soft. I held her close to me. Slowly, she drifted off to sleep. There was
just enough light in the room for me to see her wonderful face. Ann was
sitting quietly on the top stair looking at us. When she was sure everything
was alright, she went back to bed.

Shelia's warmth flowed all over me. I played with her hair and ran my hands
over her back and face. No one had ever slept with me before. I liked it.
After a while, I went to sleep. There were no more bad dreams.

The sun was high in the sky when I woke up. I must have slept for a long
time. Out the window I saw an elderly man helping Shelia and her mother load
furniture and boxes into a wagon.

Ann saw me though the window and came inside.

"You bring her back to see me. If you don't, I'll come see you."

Then she laughed.

Shelia came in the room. I'd never seen her in the light all cleaned up.
Everything about her was so perfect.

"You ready to go home?" she asked.

"Are you. Are you coming with me?"

She kissed me on the cheek.

"Of course I'm coming with you."

The old man who owned the horse and the wagon drove us back to my house.
Shelia waved to the people she saw. They all smiled and waved back.

We sat in the rear seat and talked. She told me about her family and I told
her about mine.

"You're not alone anymore," she told me.

She asked me about the skunks. She wanted to know where they came from and
who had send them. I didn't know.

The old man and I unloaded the wagon. Shelia wasn't happy about the
condition of my house, so she got busy and cleaned it up. She told me what
to do, and I did it.

By the end of the day, the place was beginning to looked like it used to.
When the sun went down, she was still there. I was finally realizing she
here to stay.

"Are you really going to stay with me?"

"Of course I am."

She told me to take a bath and so I did. When I came out of the bathroom,
she had changed into her long cotton night shirt. Her thick hair was back in
tight braid. She looked like an angel to me.

"You smell allot better."

She put out all the lights, except for a small scented candle. She held my
hand and led to my bed. All those sweaty old blankets of mine where gone. I
think she threw them away. She had brought her own soft quilts and pillows.
The room smelled nice.

I could tell she wanted me to kiss her. I was not quite sure where all this
going. I'd never been with a girl. Before I could say anything she put her
lips on mine. This kiss was different than the other ones. She ran her hands
over my back and used her fingernails to lightly go up and down my arms. I
could feel my temperature rise. I could feel something else rise.

She pulled off my towel and ran her hands down onto me. I liked the way she
touched me. She kissed me gently squeezed me. She felt everything and it
made me very excited.

I pulled her night shirt off and tossed it on the floor. I made her stand
still, so I could look at her. She had nothing on. I put my hands on her
soft flat belly. I slowly ran my palms around her wide hips and soft ass.
Her skin was smooth and warm. I wanted to touch all of her and she let me.
There was no hesitation, she wanted me to touch her. In the soft light of
that candle, she more beautiful than I could describe.

She wrapped her arms around me and I felt her warm flesh on me. My whole
world had turned around. Yesterday I had nothing, now I had everything.

I held her and kissed her and she kissed me back. I had never felt passion
like this before. I was alive and it felt good.

We laid down on the bed and she opened herself to me. Our eyes were locked
on each other when she put me inside her. I saw the slightest hint of pain
flash on her face, but she won't let me pull away.

"Oh..," she gasped when I was all the way in. I was all the way inside her
warm body. She wanted me inside her. She pressed my hips to push me in as
deep as I could go.

She wrapped her soft legs around me and held me like she always did. I
couldn't stop kissing her. I couldn't stop holding her.

When I took a break from kissing her, I looked into her eyes. I felt so
close to her, like she was part of me.

We made love for a long time. It took me a little while to get the hang of
it. I wanted to go all night, but I could see it was starting to hurt her,
so I stopped. She didn't ask me to stop. She would never ask me to stop.

We slept together naked. No matter what I did, I couldn't get her close
enough. I slept like I had never slept before.

A little before sun rise, I awoke. She was still asleep. I kissed her on the
cheek and covered her up in a blanket. I left her a note next to the bed.

I loaded up my gear and headed to the village.

When I made it to the town square, Franklin wasn't happy. He told me I lived
in this village, and that I was not supposed to be running off without
letting him know. He said the people in the village fed me and took care of
me and they came first. When I told him about Shelia, he didn't look too
happy.

"How old is this girl?'

"I don't know."

"She's living with you in your family house? She's out there now?"

"Yeah, it's okay. Her mother said it was okay."

He shook his head and told me to scout out around the old wood mill. As soon
as the sun came up, I headed off.

There was an old saw mill just outside of the town. It had supplied our
village with wood for many years, but now it was abandoned. Several people
had been reported missing who had been around the mill. I knew what that
meant.

It took me an hour to get there. I made me sad to see the way the mill was
run down. All the equipment was rusted and the roofs were falling in. I
wondered if we would ever get back to where we were.

I walked around looking for something. As I passed one building, I caught
the scent of a really foul odor. I opened the door and was knocked back by
the putrid smell. I punched a few holes in the walls to let in some light. I
wish I hadn't.

Scattered all about the floor were bodies. I knew many of these people. The
horrified looks in those faces stunned me. They had been eaten alive. I
hated that look.

I couldn't stand it. I threw up all over the floor. I was about to heave
again, when I saw movement out of my eye. I jerked just in time, but didn't
get fully out of the way. It's body slammed into me and sent me flying
across the room.

I hit the wall hard. There were old saws hanging on the wall. One fell and
sliced my left shoulder.

"Ahh." I cried out.

I reached to my shoulder and pulled back a hand covered in blood.

The skunk was in the center of room, looking at me. It was still brown, like
the color of the walls. It crouched down and moved it's head from side to
side.  It couldn't figure me out. I managed to get my sword into my right
hand. My back was to the wall. I had no where to go.

"This is it," I thought.

The skunk was edging ever closer. So now I was going to die. Just when I
finally had a reason to live, it was all over. These fucking creatures were
ruining everything. They really pissed me off. This one wanted me. Fine, but
not without a fight.

"Fuck you!" I spit at it.

I pulled myself away from the wall. My left side was badly hurt. I knew I
couldn't move out of the way. I wasn't going to move out of the way. If this
fucker wanted me, it could have me. All it had to do was run through this
sword. We would both die.

"Come on you fucking freak!" I screamed. "Come on!"

It wanted to attack, but it sensed possible danger. It could have run out
the door, but the smell of my blood was driving it mad. It was getting
ready. It wanted to be sure.

When it bent it knees, I knew it was coming. I braced myself. Like a brown
flash, it burst towards me.

I lunged forward and drove my blade straight at its neck. It was a blink
shot.

It's claws were an inch from my eyes when it's spine was cut. It chocked and
shook, then dropped hard to the floor.

I feel to one knee. My shoulder was hurting. The smell of all those bodies
was so intense. I looked around the room, all those faces looked back at me.
My head was spinning.

I covered the skunk with fuel and threw the fuel can into the room. I stuck
a match and the whole place ablaze. I wanted everything in that mill to
burn. I wanted all those faces burned out of my mind.

I took off running. I ran through the woods as fast as I could. I had to get
back to my house. My shoulder hurt, but I kept on running. Shelia would know
what to do.

I ran through the town square. Everyone could see the mill burning. They
wanted to know what happened. They tried to stop me, but I kept running and
running. Finally I could see my house.

Stephen was waiting for me in the yard.

"Wow, man you're hurt! You're hurt bad."

Stephen followed me into the house.

"Where is she?"

"She's gone. Franklin and his wife took her to their place. That girl is
only twelve years old man. Did you know that?"

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Franklin didn't think she should be out here with you, so they."

"I don't give a fuck what Franklin thinks!"

I burst out the door. I ran through back to the town, to Franklin's house.
Stephen was chasing after me.

"Wait a minute! Grayson, slow down. You're bleeding."

But I didn't slow down. I ran as fast as I could. The people in the village
saw me and wondered what was going on. They wondered why I was holding my
sword.

When I made it to Franklin's house, I screamed at him.

"Franklin! Get out here!""

People began to gather around. Franklin came out his front door. He had a
worried look in his face.

"Grayson, son you're injured."

"Where's my girl?"

"Put down your weapon, you have no enemies here."

"Where is she?"

"Calm down, son. She's in the house, she's alright."

"Shelia!" I screamed.

Franklin took a step towards me. I pointed my sword at his neck.

"Back off!"

I could her Shelia's voice. She was arguing with someone.

"Let me go! He's calling for me! Let me go!"

The front door burst open and Shelia came running out. She jumped in the
air. I dropped my sword to catch her.

She wrapped her arms and legs around me. When I felt her body, my head
stopped spinning.

"I saw terrible things today. Terrible things."

"I know, I know you did." She kissed the sides of my face.

"I need you, I need you so bad."

She put her mouth to my ear.

"I need you more."

I held her off the ground and closed my eyes.

All the town's people gathered around. Franklin started to come to me, but
his mother grabbed his arm.

"Leave them alone, son."

"But she's only a child. It's doesn't seem right."

His mother looked at him and made him listen.

"Maybe it wasn't right once, but it's right now. They have no time to waste.
None of us do. Look at them. Can't you see how she loves him. That's all
that matters."

Stephen picked up my sword.

"I'll walk back with you."

I looked at Franklin.

"I'm taking Shelia back to her village. We'll live there. They want us
there."

I carried her all the way back to my house. She tried to get down a couple
of times, but I didn't want her to. I wanted her as close to me as I could
get her.

She and Stephen cleaned my injury.

"You killed another one?" Stephen asked. "How many is that?"

I didn't keep count.

When Stephen left, Shelia and I went upstairs and laid in bed. I told her
about the horrible things I had seen. She listened to every word. It made me
feel better to talk about it.

When I calmed down, she ran her hands over me. She kissed me and touched me.
We took our clothes off and made love. I couldn't get enough of her. Being
with her cleared my mind and made me feel so good inside.

She held on to me. I held on to her.

She curled up next to me and put her head on my chest. I brushed the hair
from the side of her face. I made her look at me. I wanted to tell her
something.

"I love you."

She looked at me with those wonderful eyes.

"I love you more."

We sleep under the covers, naked and warm. My life had suddenly become so
much better.

The next morning, Shelia woke me up and made me come down the stairs.

"Look outside."

All over the porch, there boxes. Some large, some small. In each box was a
baked ham, or a loaf of bread, or a piece of fruit, or flowers. Some boxes
had a few gold coins. One box contained a fresh pie. There was a note on the
top.

"This is your home. Don't you ever leave. We want you to stay, both of you."

Shelia gather up all the boxes and tired to put a name to each one.

"We have to thank them," she insisted.

All morning long, people from the village came by to see us. They talked
mostly to Shelia. They hugged her and told her how welcome she was. Anything
we needed, just ask. Everybody loved her. She was a special girl, just like
her mother said.

I stopped going to the town square. Word spread around about me. People
would come and ask me to help. Sometimes I brought back good news.
Sometimes, I didn't.

People often talked about how lucky I was. They were right. For some reason,
the most beautiful woman in the world shared my life. She gave me a life. We
spent every second we could together.

I never understood why she picked me. I was just glad she did.

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