 
               --===CAMP: Ron's Journey, Chapter 23===--
 
Chapter 23
 
The Battle, Reprise
 
 
 
    Kumiko flinched as Mordreon's anger washed over them all. 
Standing there were two of Mordreon's henchmen, having obviously lost a
battle.  Kumiko didn't know what to make of this, but she knew Ron
would need to know what was going on.  

    Megan appeared at Kumiko's side as she tried to sit up. 
"Settle down, Miko.  You don't want to get yourself all upset again."  

    "Megan," Kumiko gasped, "Go get Ron.  Quickly."  Kumiko
slumped back onto the bed as Megan raced from the room.  

    Ron returned in a matter of seconds.  "What's wrong,
Kumiko?" 

    "Ron... the demon... there are others with him, inside my
head... talking about a battle..." Kumiko was exhausted from this
little exertion.  

    Ron sat on the edge of her bed.  "Okay.  It's okay,
Kumiko," he comforted her.  "Just lie back, and let me tap into your
thoughts..." He held her hand, and allowed himself to see what she was
seeing.  Though not dangerous to himself, done this way, it was
distressing to be back at the spot of his defeat.  

    "WHAT!" screamed Mordreon.  "How in the Realm could you
allow that puny little turd to defeat you?" His voice thundered across
the stone circle.  The demons cowered before him.  

    "Sir, please!  He wasn't alone.  He brought Centurions with
him!  They attacked us, and kept us busy while he freed the Guardians!" 

    "FOOLS!" Mordreon swiped his hand at them, sending them
flying into the fountain.  "I told you he was clever.  He is a
weakling, but he knows how to use that mediocre human brain of his to
get what he wants!  I told you to post as many guards as you could
afford!" 

    "Sir, we did!  If we had left any more of us there, we
would not have been able to complete the other tasks you gave us!" The
demons were quivering on the opposite side of the circle from Mordreon,
hoping to avoid another attack.  

    "Blunderers!  Just because I cannot leave this place, you
think you can get away with incompetence?  When I finally kill this
girl and return to the Demon Realm, I will make you pay for this
failure!" 

    The demons quaked as Mordreon's voice lashed over them. 
"Sir... what should we do now?  The Guardians have gone to full alert,
sir.  There's no way we'll be able to recapture them now."  They
cringed as Mordreon seethed in rage.  

    "It matters not now.  In essence, you have done what needed
to be.  The human was distracted.  What can the Guardians do?  They do
not have my strength, they cannot help him.  I can handle a hundred
Guardians, a thousand!  And I have beaten this human before.  He is no
match for me.  I will crush him if he comes here again!" 

    The demons hesitated before continuing.  "Sir, there's...
there's another problem."  

    Mordreon was instantly enraged again.  "WHAT NOW?" 

    "Sir, it's the Centurions.  They're amassing an army on the
other side of the gateway.  It would appear that they are readying for
an attack on the Demon Realm."  

    "Bullshit!  The Centurions do nothing without the Judges'
stamp of approval, and they haven't authorized offensive activity in
longer than I can remember."  

    "Except, sir, that they must have approved the assault to
get back the Guardians.  Our spies say that there was talk in the court
of war, sir."  

    "Horse-hockey!  That's unmitigated balderdash!  You and I
both know that the Judges don't have the balls for that sort of thing. 
Get out of my face with this crap!" He gestured with his hand, and,
before he could do more, they scurried out of sight.  

    Mordreon turned to Kumiko.  "Don't you worry, my pretty
one.  Soon, this will all be over.  And I'll have you for eternity." 
He leaned back and let loose a cackle that echoed through the world.  

    Ron gasped as he pulled out of Kumiko's brain.  He opened
his eyes to find the whole family waiting for news.  

    "Well, Mordreon knows about us freeing Callista and
Valeria.  He doesn't seem too happy about it."  

    "Can you blame him?  Geez, he's probably never been beaten
by a human before," Nikki said.  

    "He still hasn't been, Nik.  The Centurions beat the other
demons, but the only time I've faced Mordreon, I got my ass handed to
me."  

    "Anything else?  Anything we can use?" Karen asked.  Ron
noticed her hair was hidden under a baseball cap, which was unusual for
her, but he had other things to worry about.  

    "Well, it sounds like the Centurions are getting ready for
that distraction the Guardians were talking about.  Other than that,
no.  Mordreon feels confident that he can't be beaten.  Maybe that's
good for us; maybe he'll be overconfident when we face him."  *And
maybe his confidence comes from knowing that we can't beat him.  Shit,
I hope not.  *

 
 
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    Ron was taking a few moments out to relax and actually
watch TV for the first time in two weeks, when Megan interrupted him.  

    "Sir, there's a man at the door, he says his name is Jeff
Durant.  He says he's a friend of yours.  The last 'friend' I let
in..." she let the sentence die.  

    Ron chuckled at her, "At least you learned your lesson. 
Yes, Jeff is a friend of mine, show him in here, please."  

    Megan left, and Ron rose, turning off the television as he
did.  Megan returned with Jeff, asking him if he'd like something to
drink.  

    "No, thank you."  Ron also indicated he didn't need
anything, and Megan departed.  

    "So, what can I do for you, Jeff?" Ron asked.  

    "Ron, how serious were you when you told me about the
trouble that's coming?" 

    "Serious as a heart attack.  I've been getting ready for it
over the past year.  Sooner or later, we're going to have a major
problem.  According to the CAMP Committee, there has been a steady
attack on American psionics, not all of them part of CAMP, either. 
They've discovered a name: The Filitov Council.  And, get this, it's
supposedly led by this crazy woman, named Zinaida something-or-other. 
Yeah, this is a big problem, Jeff.  Why do you want to know?" 

    "I'll be honest with you, Ron.  I don't trust CAMP to keep
our lives safe when the shit hits the fan.  All I've seen from CAMP is
that they like to say how we shouldn't do this or that with our
Ability.  Like there's anything they can do about it anyway!" 

    "Except send me after you," Ron said, chuckling.  "Right, I
get your point, but why come to me about it?  I *am* CAMP, remember?" 

    "Aw, shit.  You're not CAMP.  Sure, you might work for 'em,
and all, but there's no way you'd have told me what you just did if you
were really one of 'them'.  I trust you.  Furthermore, I've made
friends in CAMP, and some who are in other organizations that I found
out about after CAMP.  They know about you, and they're willing to
follow your lead.  Ron, if the Russkies are coming, I don't want to
depend on CAMP to save my ass.  I don't think they're capable of it. 
I've gotten together about thirty people or so, and they're all willing
to follow you.  We've got to defend this country; it's all we've got. 
And who the hell wants to live in a goddamned communist country?  Or
whatever they want to try to turn us into."  

    "I don't think you'd have to worry about it.  Their goal
seems to be eliminating all the other psionics in the world.  But,
Jeff, I don't know shit about defending a country.  I have all I can do
to keep my own family safe.  I'm no Schwarzkopf, that's for sure."  

    "Look, Ron.  I had to read your bio, remember?  I know what
you've been through.  If there was ever a natural born leader for this
thing, you're it.  I know you can't be responsible for everything, but,
well, we've got to give it the best shot we have.  And we all believe
that's *you*.  When the fur starts flying, we'll be here, ready for
you.  And we'll follow you to the bowels of Hell itself, if
necessary."  

    Ron rose, a little shaken.  *Well, fuck.  If you've gotta
fight, might as well have backup.  *"Okay, Jeff.  One of these days,
I'll call you.  When that happens, I'll need you to get all of your
people *here*, just as fast as you possibly can.  And one more thing,
Jeff?" 

    "Yeah, Ron?" he said as he stood to go.  

    "There are worse places than Hell.  I've been there."  

    Jeff had no reply to that as Ron left the room.  

 
 
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Later that evening, Ron was once again relaxing in front of the TV,
when he felt frustration somewhere in the house.  Being attuned to
everything around him, he was instantly aware that someone was really
aggravated about something.  He got up from his chair and started
roaming the house, hoping to find the source.  

    At last, he came to Nikki's room, and the frustration on
the other side of the door was almost physical to Ron.  He knocked
softly.  

    "What!" came the old reply.  Ron would have smiled if he
didn't know how upset she was.  

    "Nikki?  Can I come in?" The door quickly opened, and Ron
stepped inside, shutting it behind him.  "Something bothering you?  You
seem upset."  

    She moved back over to her desk.  "It's just this damn math
test tomorrow.  I've been going over these notes for the last four
days.  Mrs. Brimly said that our final was going to be a quarter of our
grade.  If I don't get an A or B on this test, I'm dead meat!" She
scowled down at her notebook and the pre-algebra book on her desk.  

    Ron did a quick mental scan of her mind.  *Hell, she knows
it, she's just nervous.  *"Nikki, I think you're working at it too
hard," Ron said.  "If you keep going like this, you won't be able to
focus on the test tomorrow.  Why don't you take a break, and just relax
for a little while?  If you keep pushing like this, you're going to
freak."  Ron pulled her away from her desk, and sat her down on the
bed.  He knelt on the bed behind her, and began rubbing her shoulders.  

    "Mmmm," she purred, "That feels good..." 

    "It's been a while since I've given you a back rub, hasn't
it?" He moved his hands down her back, pressing and kneading out the
tension.  He could feel her starting to ease into a more comfortable
posture, so he kept going.  He moved back up to her neck, where he
could feel a big knot of stress.  He firmly massaged her neck and
shoulder muscles, dispelling the tension there.  

    Nikki was fully at ease now, her body and mind quieted from
the apprehension she had felt just a few minutes before.  She leaned
back, pressing herself against her brother's strong hands, feeling him
caress her neck and back.  Slowly, she turned and lay down on the bed,
looking up at him invitingly.  

    Ron moved beside her, allowing his hand to rest on her
stomach, just below her breasts.  He took a moment to notice that his
sister really had started to become a woman, her curves were filling
in, and her dark brown hair framed a gorgeous round face.  He enjoyed
how her pert little nose was slightly upturned, and how her mouth would
purse just so, like she was doing now.  Her wide eyes looked up at him
lovingly, and he just couldn't resist her when she looked at him that
way.  

    "Have I told you how pretty you are, Sis?" Ron asked.  

    Before she could answer, he leaned over and pressed his
mouth to hers.  She opened her mouth to admit his tongue, and they
remained like that for some time, their tongues intertwining, their
mouths mashed together.  

    Ron moved his hand to his sister's breast, not breaking the
kiss.  He tweaked her already-hard nipple through her T-shirt, and
caressed her tit.  He moved back and forth across her chest, giving
both breasts attention.  He pulled her shirt up over her chest, and
allowed his hand to roam over her now bare breasts.  

    Nikki was moaning into his mouth, and her body was heating
up to the attention.  She began pulling his shirt off over his head. 
They broke their kiss only long enough to remove both of their shirts,
and then they mashed together again, their bodies now sliding one over
the other, her tits pressed into his chest, her arms wrapped around
him.  Ron slid his hands down to her firm ass and fondled the wonderful
flesh there.  Nikki slid her leg in-between Ron's, and lightly rubbed
his crotch with her thigh.  

    Ron broke their kiss, and reached to undo her pants.  He
slipped them down and off her legs, exposing her to him completely. 
Nikki, like the rest of the women in the house, wore underwear only
when necessary.  Ron quickly shucked his own pants, and crawled between
her legs.  

    Ron began at her knees, placing feathery kisses along the
inside of her thighs, switching from one to the other, not hurrying. 
He was driving Nikki insane with lust, and her body was pleading for
more direct contact.  The closer he came to her pussy, the more her
body arched and bucked.  Finally, he flicked his tongue lightly across
her pussy lips.  

    Nikki groaned as her body jerked with a minor orgasm.  Ron
let it pass fully before he continued his torture.  His tongue flitted
repeatedly across her cunt lips, driving her toward orgasm once again. 
He avoided her clit, licking only along her slit, then plunging his
tongue into her hole.  He kept this up until he knew she was ready
again.  Then, he moved up and took her clit into his mouth, sucking it
hard, while lashing it with his tongue.  

    Nikki's mind exploded with the wonderful sensations of it. 
Her body arched, and spasmed as the orgasm wracked her body.  Her moan
of pleasure filled the room.  Ron continued sucking, prolonging her
orgasm for as long as he could.  He inserted a finger up her cunt,
twisting and turning it to give her the greatest sensation possible. 
Her pussy clamped down on his finger, milking it and trying to suck it
further into her.  

    Finally, she started to come down from her peak.  But he
knew she was far from done.  Nikki never wanted to stop at just one. 
She pulled him up to her and kissed him, allowing the taste of her
juices to coat her tongue.  She rolled him onto his back, and said,
"Now it's your turn."  

    Nikki kissed her way down his chest, stopping only for a
moment to play with his nipples.  She reached his cock quickly, and
took it into her hand.  Ron was almost fully hard already, so Nikki
engulfed him with her warm, tight mouth.  She sucked him all the way
into her throat, then slowly eased him out, inch by inch, keeping up
the suction as she went.  When she reached the head of his cock, she
licked around the tip, then ran her tongue along each side of his cock,
from the base up.  Then back into her mouth it went.  

    Nikki kept this up for only a few minutes before Ron was
ready to blow.  He placed his hand lightly on the back of her head to
warn her, and she drove her mouth down onto his cock, until her nose
was buried in his pubic hair.  She began to hum.  

    The extra sensation shot Ron right past pleasure into
complete rapture.  His head swam as he shot his load down his younger
sister's throat.  Spurt after spurt of his hot cum shot down her
throat.  But even when he stopped coming, she did not stop sucking. 
She continued to hum on his cock until he was fully hard again.  

    Without a single word, Nikki removed her mouth from Ron's
dick, and then plunged her twat down onto it.  She let out a long "Oh!"
as she impaled herself to the full depth of his cock.  She smiled down
at him as she began riding him, sliding her pussy over his shaft faster
and faster.  

    Ron bucked back at her, trying to keep pace with her
hunger.  He had learned what Nikki really liked, and it was time for
him to give it to her.  He formed his mental extension into two
branches.  He always tried to surprise her with this, and this time it
worked.  

    As Nikki was thrusting down onto Ron's cock, she felt
something pressing at her asshole.  She barely had time to smile at
that, when she felt something else forcing open her mouth.  She opened
up to let in the intruder, which, this time, she couldn't see.  It
filled her mouth and ran itself down her throat.  The invisible
intruder poking at her ass penetrated, and expanded to fill her
rectum.  Now, all of Nikki's holes were plugged, and she was as content
as she could be.  

    Ron fought for control as the sensation from all three
penetrations began to overwhelm him.  He sped up the movement of his
extension, plunging into Nikki's ass and throat just as fast as his
dick was moving into her pussy.  He saw that Nikki was approaching her
orgasm, as was he.  He reached up and fondled her tits, using his
mental strength to support her weight now.  

    Nikki fought off her orgasm just as long as she could.  She
did not want this to end.  Her body betrayed her, though.  The
stimulation of all three of her holes was more than she could take. 
Her body began to buck wildly, her screams of joy filling the room. 
Her cunt gushed out her cum, and her vision began to blur.  

    Ron felt Nikki's orgasm begin.  He moved his extension even
faster, and plunged his cock into her harder, deeper to drive her
higher, ever higher.  Finally, he could stand it no more, and he gave
his cum to her, pouring it into her pussy.  Though his dick was
beginning to soften now, he didn't let up on her.  He kept his
extension plunging into her, keeping her orgasm going for as long as
she could take.  Finally, she passed out from the exertion.  Ron
lowered her gently onto the bed beside him, and cuddled her into his
arms, his softening dick still inside her.  He kissed her forehead, and
they fell asleep.  

 
 
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    By the time Ron awoke the next morning, Nikki had already
gone to school.  She had left a note on the pillow beside him.  It read
simply, "Thanks, Big Brother.  I needed the distraction.  Love Ya! 
Nikki."  

    He got out of bed, starting his day off with a smile on his
face.  At least he was still able to bring happiness to *someone* these
days.  As he stood under the shower, letting the hot water warm him up,
he felt someone enter the shower with him.  Soft hands encircled his
chest, and a head rested lightly on his shoulder.  

    "Good morning, Sweetheart," whispered Linda.  "How are you
today?" 

    "Mmm," he said.  "The day is going well for me, but
shouldn't you be at school by now?  You're going to be late."  

    "I called in sick.  I'm feeling sick to my stomach today. 
Don't worry, I'll be okay."  Seeing the concern on his face, she gave
him a smile and a soft kiss.  "Mind if I shower with you?" 

    He replied playfully, "It's a little late to ask *now*,
isn't it?  Turn around, and I'll wash your back."  

    She turned away from him as he grabbed the soap.  He
lathered the bar in his hands before applying it gently to her back. 
He softly maneuvered the bar up and down her spine, covering every inch
of her back and shoulders.  He knelt down to begin lathering her legs,
allowing the spray to wash the soap off her back.  

    Linda leaned against the wall to help her stand.  She had a
hard time thinking through the wonderful feelings Ron was giving her,
but she needed to ask him something.  

    "Ron, do you ever miss Nathan?" 

    "Hmm?  I'm not sure I understand the question."  

    "Well, he's your son.  Don't you ever miss him?" 

    "Sometimes.  Every once in a while, I regret letting Dawn
take him.  I don't really know why, though.  I didn't spend that much
time with him while he was here."  Ron moved back up her legs as they
talked, making sure not to miss anything.  

    Linda shuddered with the pleasure as she continued, "Do you
think you'd spend more time with him now?  I mean, now that you know
that you miss him?" 

    "Well, yeah, I think.  Only, there's so much that's about
to be going on, so much that is going to take all my time."  

    "But you'd give him whatever time you had," she concluded.  

    "Yeah, I think I would.  You know, a lot's happened since
Nathan was born.  I wasn't ready to be a daddy then.  'Course," he
continued, "I'm not sure I'm ready to be a daddy *now*, but I wouldn't
mind giving it a shot.  Say, why all the talk about Nathan?  Did Dawn
say she wanted to come back or something?" 

    Ron stopped soaping her up as she took his hands and
brought him to his feet.  She looked deep into his eyes to make sure he
was telling her the whole truth.  What she saw there left no doubt. 
"Ron... Sweetheart, I'm pregnant."  

    Ron nearly fainted at the pronouncement.  He steadied
himself against the wall.  "Wh- ho-... Are you sure?" he stammered.  

    "Dr. Brown confirmed it yesterday afternoon.  I didn't want
to tell you until I was sure you would want the baby."  

    Ron hugged her furiously.  Tears were streaming from both
their eyes.  He said, "Of course I *want* the baby.  How could you
think otherwise?" 

    "Well," she said, pulling back from him, "You didn't try
all that hard to keep Nathan, and I worried that..." She couldn't
finish the sentence.  

    Ron just pulled her to him.  He held her like that, under
the running water.  They held each other until the water grew cold, and
they started to shiver.  

    "We should get out now," she said, "Or I'm going to catch
cold."  

    Stepping out of the shower, Ron grabbed a towel and began
to dry her off.  As he gently wiped every part of her body dry, she
moved to give him access to her body.  As he toweled his way down her
body, drying her, neither of them spoke.  The ritual had been done
before, but never was the emotion between the two so intense.  

    When he had dried her feet, he quickly dried himself off. 
As expected, she had not moved an inch since he had finished with her. 
He picked the baby oil up off the counter, and led her out of the
bathroom and down to her bedroom.  As she lay down on her bed, Ron
raised the shade on her window, allowing the sunshine to fall across
her naked form, keeping her warm.  Ron walked over to the bed and knelt
over her, his butt lightly resting on hers as she rested on her
stomach, her eyes closed, a serene smile playing on her face.  

    He squirted some of the baby oil into his hands, warming it
before he applied it to her upper back.  She gave out a quiet "Mm" as
he began to massage the oil into her skin.  He moved his hands up,
across her shoulders and neck, kneading the muscles there and letting
the baby oil soak in.  He added more oil as he moved his hands down her
back, coating her lower back and sides.  

    He continued his caresses down across her ass, stopping
only momentarily to savor the softness of her curves.  Down her legs he
went, massaging out little knots of tension as he covered her skin with
the oil.  He continued all the way down, until he had reached her feet,
rubbing them and manipulating them to work out the kinks.  

    Without a word, she turned herself over so that he could
continue.  This part always reminded him of his first time with his
mother, which was maybe why he enjoyed doing it so much.  This time, he
began at her feet, massaging his way up.  

    He bypassed her private areas on his way up her legs,
instead moving on to her stomach, making sure the skin there was well
coated with the moisturizer.  He moved his hands up to her breasts,
lightly caressing them, and kneading them gently in his hands.  

    Linda was writhing gently on the bed, enjoying the
ministrations of her young lover.  They had done this only twice
before, and she enjoyed it more each time.  When he finished up with
her breasts, he rubbed the front of her shoulders, and worked up her
neck.  Once he had her head in his hands, he kissed her passionately. 
With all the sensations and emotions of the moment, Linda came in a
powerful, but silent, orgasm.  

    Ron broke their kiss, and looked deep into her eyes.  "I
love you," he whispered.  

    "I love you, too," she responded, and kissed him lightly on
the lips.  

 
 
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That evening, they told the rest of the family about the baby. 
Everyone was happy for them, and the mood was light.  

    Later at night, as everyone was going to bed, Lars and
Karen were walking in the hallway toward his bedroom.  She was still
wearing the baseball cap, which he found very annoying, but he said
nothing about it.  

    "So, the Dragon's Heart didn't really know what happened to
us, either?" Karen asked.  

    "Not really.  They said that it has happened once or twice
before, in the last four or five hundred years, but that they did not
know what caused it."  

    "Oh.  Well, did they say whether it did anything bad to the
people it happened to?" 

    "According to the archives, it had very little effect on
them at all, except for being able to communicate so easily with the
other person."  

    "Oh.  Okay.  Say, what'd you think of the news about
Linda?" 

    "Ron is awful young to be having a child," Lars replied.  

    "It's not his first," said Karen.  

    "Oh?  I did not know he had more family than was here."  

    "His older sister, Dawn.  She had his firstborn.  And,
don't forget that Kumiko is pregnant, too.  So this will be his third,
assuming Miko's baby lives."  

    "Where is his sister?  Why does she not live here?" 

    "It's a long story.  When the Russians attacked, she sort
of freaked out, insisting on leaving the house.  So, Ron let her go,
under the protection of a friend of his.  She took Nathan, their son,
with her."  

    "Oh.  I see," Lars said, as they reached his door.  Without
asking, she followed him in and closed the door behind her.  

    "Well, what are we doing tonight?" asked Lars.  

    Still without speaking, Karen disrobed, but still had her
damnable hat on.  Lars stood agape, his mind taking in the first nude
female he'd ever seen in person.  He reached out hesitantly to touch
her, and she pressed herself into his hands.  

    "I don't... have much knowledge about these things," Lars
stammered.  

    "That's okay," she said, reaching up and pulling off her
hat, "I'll teach you what to do."  Lars was stunned by the sight as she
led him over to the bed.  "Just follow my lead..." 

 
 
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    The next morning, Ron was walking down the hall as an
unfamiliar girl stepped from Lars' bedroom.  *What?  Did he borrow one
of the facility's girls for the night?  *The young lady had flowing
black hair down to the middle of her back.  Though her breasts were
small, her body was lithe and agile as it moved against Lars, kissing
him fully on the mouth.  As they disengaged, and the girl moved toward
Ron, his mouth gaped in astonishment.  *That's Karen!  *his mind
shouted.  

    As she passed by Ron, seeing the look on his face, she
whispered, "He likes it better this way."  She flashed him a quick
smile, then slipped away down the hall toward the facility.  

    Ron looked back to Lars, who had the silliest expression on
his face.  Ron remembered that look: it was the way *he* had looked
after the first time with his mother.  *Well, good for them.  It's
about time Karen showed interest in someone.  *

    The family sat down to a quiet meal that evening.  The mood
was light, the conversation was carefully steered away from anything
unpleasant.  Nikki had come home exuberant, having aced her history
final.  Ron had taken her to his room and rewarded her for some time.  

    But the festive mood would not last.  Suddenly, Ron had a
splitting headache.  And so did Lars, and Karen.  

    "Guys?" asked Sandra, "What's the matter?" There was fear
in her voice.  

    Without answering Sandra, Ron got up, a look of cold hatred
on his face.  "You two stay here," he said to Karen and Lars.  "If they
come here, I don't want the family unprotected.  I'll go take care of
this."  

    They all got up as Ron marched out the front door.  As he
lifted himself off into the sky, Lars commented, "He looks like
Superman up there."  

    Karen replied, "That's only because you can see him.  Wait
a second."  Just as she said it, Ron winked into invisibility.  "Have
you ever tried doing a hundred and twenty in rush hour traffic?" 

    Sandra could take it no longer.  "What in the hell is going
on?" she demanded.  

    "Sorry, Sandra," Karen apologized.  "Jeff is in trouble. 
He called for help telepathically.  As strong as the call was, he's
either very close, or in severe trouble.  Can we all go back inside
now?  Standing out here is making me nervous."  

    The family headed back into the house to wait for Ron's
return.  

 
 
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    Ron hurtled through the air toward campus.  Even before he
got there, he could see the battle going on.  As he touched down, still
invisible, He could see that Jeff was valiantly protecting the girl Ron
had met earlier.  He was faced with four Russians, and was holding his
own, but he was weakening.  

    The Russians began to spread apart, hoping to weaken him by
widening the arc of their attack.  They were not expecting, nor were
they ready for, an attack on their flank.  

    Ron slipped into visibility and focused on the nearest
Russian.  The tall blonde was attempting to burrow through Jeff's
defensive shield.  His attention was much too centered on his task. 
Ron flung a haphazard blast of mental energy at him.  No need to waste
energy on control when the guy wasn't looking anyway.  The Russian flew
sideways, hitting a tree and snapping his neck.  

    The others, now aware that it was three on two instead of
four on one, linked hands to join their energies.  This made their
attacks more powerful, but it also led to inherent vulnerabilities. 
Ron communicated with Jeff, <*C**ircle opposite me.  Keep their
attention pulled in two directions.>*  Jeff nodded and took up position
directly opposite from Ron.  The Russian trio lobbed a psionic blast at
the two, but both used their mental shields and ducked out of the way
of the directional attack.  Ron concentrated his energy on the center
of the group, which had formed a triangle, facing outward.  He lanced a
burst of energy right into their midst, where they had no defenses
waiting.  He allowed the energy to burst like a grenade, throwing the
three a dozen feet or more before they landed hard on the ground.  

    Quickly, they were back up.  They would not make the same
mistake.  The three channeled their energies at Ron exclusively.  

    <*You know what to do, Jeff*,> Ron thought.  

    In response, Jeff formed a wall out of his extension, and
slammed it into the three.  He pushed them into a real wall, keeping
them pinned.  Ron, who had only been mildly diverted by their attack,
grabbed one of the Russians through Jeff's extension.  He used his own
extension to drive the man high into the sky, and then pulled him into
the ground.  The body collapsed, all life gone from it.  

    Jeff couldn't hold the other two long enough, though, and
they managed to escape his grip.  It was now two on two, but it was
clear the Russians were overmatched.  They turned to flee, but weren't
given that option.  

    "Grab 'em!" screamed Ron, and reached out with his mind,
holding one in place.  Jeff quickly secured the other one.  They
dragged their prisoners back, kicking and screaming, trying every trick
they knew to get loose.  But Jeff had been well prepared for this, and
Ron was barely exerting himself, so the captives had little chance for
escape.  

    Ron slammed his prisoner against the wall, stepped within
inches of the man's face, and bored into his mind.  It was a dark,
evil, twisted place.  Ron searched into every nook and cranny.  He got
names, and a few plans, but no faces.  *That's odd.  *Ron moved on to
Jeff's prisoner, because Jeff was not capable of this level of mind
probing.  Again, no faces.  But there was a code phrase: *Challenge the
ivory tiger.  Interesting.  I wonder what it means.  *

    Ron pulled out, glad to be in fresh air and open spaces
again.  

    "What do we do with them?" Jeff asked.  

    "We kill them.  Or would you rather let them go so they can
try to kill you again?" 

    Jeff agreed it was their only course of action.  Ron
reached in and mentally stopped each man's heart from beating,
squeezing it until it could no longer pump blood.  The men slumped
over, dead.  

    "Shit!  Crystal and I were just having a picnic, and
*Boom!  *Here they come, trying to frag my ass!  What the hell is this
shit?" Jeff was badly shaken.  

    "Those," Ron answered, "Were the Russians from the Filitov
Council.  I fear that the war I have been waiting for is a lot closer
at hand than I thought.  I'd better wrap up my business with Mordreon
quickly."  Jeff stared at him quizzically.  "Never mind.  Is she okay?"
Ron gestured at the girl.  

    "Yeah, I think so.  They never got to her, but then I don't
think she was really a target."  

    "Probably not, but they used her to distract you.  Well,
take her home, give her a nice warm bath, and relax.  I doubt they'll
be back tonight.  But they *will* be back, so get ready."  

    "Yeah.  Thanks, man.  I wasn't sure if you could hear me or
not when I was calling."  

    "Shit, Jeff, they probably heard you in fucking Siberia. 
You nearly gave me a migraine!" 

    "Sorry about that."  He shook his head ruefully.  

    "It's alright.  Look, my dinner's getting cold, so I've got
to get back home.  You take it easy, okay?" 

    "Sure.  Thanks again, man."  

    Ron nodded and winked out of visibility again.  

    *Shit.  I've got too much to worry about now.  I don't need
the Russians bugging me just yet.  And now, with Linda pregnant... Aw,
shit.  Sometimes life just gives you a shit sandwich and says 'Eat
it'.  Well, if we must, we must.  One way or another, the thing with
Kumiko will be over in the next couple days.  Then I can devote my full
attention to getting ready for the Russkies.  They want to play
hardball?  Fine.  Batter up.  *

    The family was relieved to have Ron back home.  He filled
them in on just what had happened, and assured them all that he had not
suffered any injuries.  
 
    "Anything at all happen here?" he asked.  

    "Not a thing," Karen said, "Except that Megan ate your
dinner."  

    "Oh, sure!" she retaliated lightly, "Blame me for it!  How
come his fork's on *your* plate then?" 

    "How did *that* get there?" Karen responded with an
"aw-shucks" grin.  The family laughed at the exchange.  A little levity
was needed just now, and it was warmly welcomed.  

    "Hmm," Ron said thoughtfully, "Maybe I'll just have to
um... punish, yeah that's it... punish Megan later for her thievery." 
He gave her a wink and she blushed.  

 
 
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    The next morning, Ron was taking his usual shower, letting
the hot water wake him up and give him energy for the day.  As he stood
under the warm jets, he let his mind wander.  Maybe that explained why
he didn't catch her coming in.  

    Suddenly, he felt a small warm hand fondling his balls. 
Had he been expecting it, it would have been a very enjoyable
sensation.  As it was, his heart leapt into his throat, and was
hammering away at a furious pace.  He swallowed hard and turned to find
Valeria standing before him, as naked as he was.  Before he could say
anything, she leaned up and kissed him, full on the lips, letting her
tongue slide into his mouth and caress his palate.  

    When she broke the kiss, he tried to catch his breath. 
"Not that I'm not happy to see you, you understand," he said, "But what
in the hell are you doing here?" 

    She giggled lightly.  "Well, I didn't get a chance to thank
you properly for saving us from the demons.  After all, a Guardian is
supposed to be polite, and isn't it polite to say 'thank you'?" 

    "Well, yes, I suppose, but..." His sentence, and the
thought, trailed off as her tongue began to work along the length of
his cock.  Her tongue slithered side to side as she moved her lips
along the side of his shaft.  Reaching the head, she allowed her tongue
to play around the tip of his dick, absorbing the precum it found
there.  Then, sensing his readiness, she slowly sucked his length into
her mouth, taking it inch by inch.  She worked her mouth over his cock,
applying suction as she pulled back, and running her tongue along the
underside as she advanced.  Each time, she took a little more in, until
at last he was fully inside her.  She remained there momentarily,
fondling his balls gently as she allowed her throat to relax.  

    Once she had adjusted, she began sliding her mouth over his
dick, trying to suck the cum from his balls.  Her tongue lapped the
bottom and sides of his dick as she sucked, sending tingles of joy
through his cock.  Her motion did not stop, did not slow down as she
kept up this furious cocksucking.  Ron was soon on the edge of his
climax.  Val knew this, and lightly scraped his dick with her teeth. 
The extra friction sent him over, and he blew his load down her throat,
while she sucked at him like a cum addict.  

    Ron realized, as he came down, that she had continued
sucking him to keep him hard.  She stood up and looked him deep in the
eyes.  "I need you in me.  Now."  She didn't wait for an answer as she
took hold of his dick with her small hand and attempted to stuff him
into her cunt.  

    Realizing that her height was a problem, Ron picked her up,
and pressed her against the wall.  She positioned him at her opening,
and he let her slide down onto his shaft.  She immediately began
bucking up and down on his cock.  Ron knew he couldn't hold his
balance, so he simply lifted himself off the floor of the shower.  He
floated them so that the hot water would spray over their bodies,
adding to the sensations.  Valeria was thrusting with all her might
down onto his member, and Ron plunged up to meet her every move.  

    Again, their mouths locked, and their tongues danced.  Her
arms and legs were wrapped tightly around him.  He molded her ass
cheeks with his hands, fondling the athletic body that was trying to
melt itself into him.  As Valeria continued pummeling herself down onto
him, Ron got an idea.  He formed his extension into a long, thin dildo,
and began to press it against her asshole.  Valeria's eyes widened with
the sensation, realizing that it was not his finger pressing into her. 
With gentle pressure, he eased himself into her.  

    Once he was fully inside her, he began pulsing his
extension.  To Valeria, it was as if someone had electrified her
nervous system.  The pleasure this caused her was so intense her orgasm
began instantly.  She bucked and cried and thrashed herself around on
his dick.  The sensation was incredible.  And Ron wasn't letting up. 
He kept up the feelings, kept pushing into her cunt with his dick. 
Then he reached down and tweaked both of her nipples.  It was simply
more than she could stand.  With one final, ear-splitting scream of
ecstasy, Valeria went limp.  

    Ron eased them down to the floor of the shower.  He removed
his extension, but left his still-hard cock inside her, pumping himself
every so often to stay hard.  Slowly, lazily, Valeria came back to
him.  

    "That was *incredible*.  How did you do that?" she asked.  

    "I'll tell you later.  I still have a little... problem,"
he reminded her, gyrating his hips slightly to remind her that she was
still impaled on him.  

    "Oh, dear!  Well, we can't have you going off...
half-cocked like that, can we?" She laughed at him as she began to move
her hips in circles on his dick.  Slowly, she began sliding herself off
of him until just the tip of his cock was inside her.  Then she relaxed
her muscles, and let her body slam back down onto him.  She repeated
this over and over, driving them both to a highly aroused state.  

    Ron used his mental energy to stand them up, and he twisted
her around without pulling out.  Now, he was behind her, thrusting into
her furiously.  She steadied herself on the wall, and Ron remembered to
keep his Ability ready in case they lost their balance.  He continued
pushing into her, faster and faster.  He reached around and caressed
her tits, lightly twisting her nipples.  It was all she could take, and
she came yet again.  Her cunt muscles pulled on Ron's dick in all the
right ways, and he also came, sending his load deep into her.  

    They stayed that way for a few minutes, kissing each other
while his cock slowly softened inside her.  When he finally slid from
her warmth, she turned around and they continued kissing.  Finally,
they had calmed down from their workout, and stepped from the shower to
dry off.  

    "There was another reason I came here," Valeria said. 
Seeing she had Ron's attention, she continued, "The Guardians and the
Centurions are ready to help you with your plan.  If we're going to go,
it needs to be soon."  

    "Okay," he said, "Later today, Earth-time then.  Give me
another... sixteen of your days, and we'll be all set."  

    "Okay.  I'll tell the others."  She wrapped her arms around
him and gave him one last, long, soul-burning kiss, and then, as
quickly as she had appeared, she vanished.  

    "Must be nice to pop in and out that fast," he muttered to
himself as he got dressed.  

 
 
-----
 
 
 
    They gathered in the bedroom that had been prepared for the
purpose, and Ron laid everything out for them.  "Okay, Karen, I want
you to stay here and keep a close eye on Kumiko.  Linda, Megan, I want
you two to get anything Karen might need.  Lars and I are going in. 
When we contact the Guardians and enter Kumiko's MindRealm, I'll make
contact with Kumiko.  Lars, you'll come back out here, and do what
needs to be done.  We have a very small window of opportunity once
everything is set in motion, so we can't screw this up."  

    "Ron, I am not at all skilled at manipulating human
biology," Lars said.  "How am I to keep the control of Kumiko?" 

    "Let Karen help you.  She's mastered the medical arts.  I
understood you to say you could tap into a person's abilities for a
limited time?" Ron asked.  

    "Yes, but that only really applies to psionics, not to
normals.  I've never been able to drain a normal, it's too hard to pin
down their mind."  

    "I can help him, Ron," Karen interjected.  To Lars, she
said, "I can control her, but I can't remove her life energy."  

    "Okay," Ron concluded, "It sounds like we have a team
effort here.  Since it's easier for you to do it your way than the way
the book suggests, we'll go with your way.  Failing that, fall back on
the ideas in the book.  Once you've got her life energy drained, I'll
know it, and we'll have to press the attack quickly.  Hopefully,
Mordreon will be fooled.  We've only got about, what?" he thought,
"about sixteen Spirit Hours to make this work.  That's not a lot of
time if he's as ready as I suspect.  Okay, is everybody ready?"
Receiving affirmative nods, Ron sat back, and indicated to Lars to do
the same.  

    "You been in before, Lars?" Ron inquired.  

    "Only to the Demon Realm, it was a very unpleasant
experience."  

    "Yeah, well Guardian Hall is a lot prettier.  Just follow
me in, okay?" 

    They sat back, linked up their thoughts, and began to
float... 

 
 
-----
 
 
 
    The sisters were waiting for them at the gate to Guardian
Hall.  

    Callista greeted her friend warmly.  "And who is this?" she
asked, gesturing to Lars.  

    "He's another psionic, and a friend.  He's going to help
with the Earth side of the operation."  

    "Okay.  Buran!" Callista called.  Buran appeared quickly,
signaling a greeting to Ron.  "Tell the Centurions to get their asses
in gear!   We go now!" 

    In a flash, the sisters, Ron and Lars were transported to
Kumiko's MindRealm.  

 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Buran ran to where Marius held the Centurions at the
ready.  After saluting, he reported, "The Guardians report ready, sir! 
They invite us to begin our attack at our earliest convenience!" 

    "Why do I think you cleaned that up a bit, Buran?" Marius
said, then slapped him on the back.  "If the ladies want us to fight,
then dammit, we fight!  Centurions!" he cried.  "Forward!" 

    The Centurion armies flowed through the Demon Gate into the
Demon Realm.  Here was a world of desolation, of destruction.  Nothing
grew in Demon Realm.  The ground beneath them was a charred black,
sterile of all life from the literally millions of battles fought on
this territory.  The sky was blood red, streaked by pale blue
lightning.  A constant roiling thunder deafened the soldiers, even over
the whine of their chariots.  Thousands upon thousands of soldiers
flowed through the gate, whooping and hollering battle cries, urging
themselves and their comrades onward into battle.  

 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Ron and the others quickly covered the distance to the
unholy temple of Mordreon.  Entering the circle of stones, Ron appeared
before him in defiance.  

    "What?  You back again?  And alone, I see!  What impossible
arrogance!" His laugh bellowed across the stone.  

    "Not this time, Mordreon.  This time, I brought help." 
With that, the sisters and Lars stepped into view.  

    "Ha!  You expect to challenge me with but three puny
Guardians, and another *human*?  You fool!  I can take a hundred
Guardians!  A thousand Guardians!  And a million humans!" 

    "So, you can take a thousand Guardians, eh, Mordreon?"
quipped Valeria.  "Lucky we brought a few more than that."  Suddenly,
lining the tops of the stones in the circle, and filling the skies
beyond, and the grounds behind them, were fifteen thousand Guardians,
ready to do battle, armed with the fiercest of their psionic and energy
weapons.  

    "You are all fools!" cried Mordreon.  "You shall die here
today!" 

    "Better to die on my feet than crawl in your filth, demon!"
cried Valeria.  "Guardians, HO!" And the entire group of them burst
forth in shouts.  Before they had the opportunity to attack, however,
Mordreon vanished, to appear outside of their encompassing circle.  

    "Is that the best you've got, little Val?  Come, show me
your warrior spirit!" Mordreon taunted her.  

    "Stand still and fight!" shouted Valeria, "Or show yourself
to be the coward you are!" 

    As Mordreon began leading them on a chase, Callista turned
to Ron.  "Go, meet up with Kumiko.  You need to let her know what's
happening."  Then she, too, was gone, after the demon.  

    "Come on," Ron said to Lars.  "Kumiko is right over
there."  

 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Mordreon's band of demons awaited his command in the Demon
Realm.  They ambled around, feeling bored and irritable.  One said,
"Damn that Mordreon!  He tells us to wait here.  For what?  We could be
having so much *fun* in the Earth Realm!  I hear the Russians are just
about ready for their attack.  I can't wait for the chaos and carnage
that will bring!" 

    Another demon interrupted him.  "I think you're going to
get your carnage a little earlier than expected.  Look!" He pointed to
the ridgeline.  Spilling over it were chariots.  Dozens, Hundreds of
them, and they kept coming.  

    "Sound the alert!" cried the demon leader, Queros. 
"Prepare for an attack!  Damn those Centurions!  There's been no
declaration of war!" 

    "Like that matters now?" cried Prysion, a lower-level
demon.  "Ask those bastards if they have one with them!" He lowered his
battle lance and fired.  

 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Marius and his men slowed as they approached the demon's
position.  Unlike the last battle, this one was better fortified.  He
called out, "Left and right flanks, circle!  Back them to the river! 
We don't leave unless they're all dead!  Move out!" He led the charge,
firing his lance from the hip, standing tall in his chariot, unafraid,
welcoming the threat.  

 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Buran and his men circled right, coming around behind a
small hill.  There they encountered a well-armed band of demons. 
Caught off-guard, thirty of Buran's chariots were immediately
destroyed.  The surviving Centurions caught rides from the others as
Buran led a fighting retreat.  "We can't let them fight us back, men!"
he shouted.  "We've got to hold our ground!" The Centurions fell back
to a low ridge, where they had a good field of fire on the demons.  The
demons tried once, twice, and even a third time to force them off the
ridge, to no avail.  

    But the Centurions didn't see the troops coming up behind
them.  

 
 
-----
 
 
 
    "Ron!  Master, what are you doing here?   Mordreon will
kill you!" Kumiko cried.  

    Ron moved next to her and said, "Kumiko, let me worry about
that, okay?  Now, pay close attention.   In a few minutes, you're going
to be released from your shackles.  When that happens, you must stay by
my side.  No matter what happens, no matter what you see or hear, *stay
by my side.  *Do you understand?" 

    She gave him a frightened nod.  Ron turned to Lars.  "Go
on.  Tell them to start immediately.  I don't want to make the
Guardians fight any longer than they have to.  Move out!" Just before
Lars left, Ron grabbed him.  "One more thing, man.  You've been a big
help over the last few days.  Thanks."  

    Lars nodded his understanding, then turned and left.  

 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Lars opened his eyes inside the bedroom in Ron's house.  He
sat up quickly and turned to Karen.  "Let's get moving.  They're
ready."  

    Karen took Kumiko's hand and began burrowing into her
mind.  Karen slowly, carefully set up physical controls and bonds
inside Kumiko's mind.  Finally, she was ready.  

    <<*Okay, go ahead,>>* she said.  

    Lars pushed his way past Karen's control network into the
deepest reaches of Kumiko's mind.  Normally, the disorganized nature of
a normal human mind would not have permitted him to follow this path
long enough to reach his goal.  With Karen's help, Kumiko's mind was
stable for now.  He reached the central core of her being, her life
energy.  He reached out for it with his mind.  He began to unravel it,
like a long string.  He absorbed it into himself, pulling it away from
her.  Finally, he had absorbed all of it.  Kumiko's life energy was
fully gone.  

    <<*Karen, can you signal him?  I'm using all I've got to
hold this.>>* 

    Karen sent out the telepathic message to Ron, who
acknowledged her communication.  

 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Karen's message hadn't really been needed.  As soon as
Kumiko's life energy was taken fully from her, She had been released
from the bondage of her chains against the stone wall.  She wanted to
wander toward the sun, felt compelled to move in that direction.  Ron
grabbed her arm and held her in place.  

    "Kumiko.  Kumiko!  Listen to me!  If you go that way, you
will die!  I can't let you go that way!  Stay here with me.  Sit down!" 

    Kumiko turned and sat on an overturned stone.  And they
waited.  
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Mordreon had led the Guardians on a merry chase. 
Occasionally he would turn and fire a burst of mental energy in their
direction.  One or two of them would fall, but a dozen more would hurl
bursts back up at him.  He managed to dodge most of them, and the ones
that connected were mere stings, but enough stings can kill as
certainly as a gunshot.  

    Mordreon reached a high bluff and decided to make a
temporary stand here.  He felt a nebulous shift in the nature of this
MindRealm, but ignored it for the time being.  He blasted a full wall
of menace at the Guardians.  A dozen fell from the sky, disappearing as
they hit the ground, no longer in existence.  A hundred more were
wounded, falling back out of the line to take some moments to recover. 
Others, however, blasted back at him with their full force.  Several
managed to connect.  The power of one Guardian was as nothing to him,
but dozens at once began to have an effect.  He decided that this
standoff required a retreat.  Again, he turned to flee.  

 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Buran was caught completely by surprise.  Suddenly, fifty
of his men were down, from shots he had not seen coming.  Now, he had
to fight a battle on two fronts.  Quickly, he reorganized his men. 
They had to hold this ridgeline: it was a critical landmark for the
battle plan.  

    Buran's second in command led a charge toward the new
attackers, only to stand into a line of lance fire.  His body was
transfixed by the glowing hot blast, jerking and twisting as it finally
fell to the ground.  The Centurions fell back into their defensive
positions, and Buran knew he was in trouble.  

 
 
-----
 
 
 
    The left flank of Marius' army was led by Kryton, a man of
small stature for a Centurion, but an expert tactician.  He divided his
men into a dozen companies, enabling one half to overwatch the other
half.  He moved his men forward in echelons, standard chevron
formation.  The demons facing Kryton and his men might as well have
been using peashooters.  Taking full advantage of the cover here, and
the lay of the land, Kryton and his company commanders pushed forward
toward the enemy stronghold.  

 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Marius held his position, hoping to keep the enemy's
attention focused on the main attack group to their front.  The job of
the frontal assault group was to make a good target, but they hoped to
give as good as they got.  Marius moved along his lines, encouraging
his men, instructing them to conserve their ammunition, to keep their
heads down, and to remember that the enemy deserved no mercy.  He moved
back along his lines, checking fields of fire, and worrying about what
was happening to his two sub-units.  

 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Dr. Olivia Brown was hurriedly ushered into the bedroom of
the Chaffey house.  "I'm sorry I'm late, but you didn't-" 

    Karen cut her off.  "Shut up, sit down, and keep out of the
way.  If you're needed here, you'll be the first to know."  She
immediately turned her attention back to the young pregnant girl in
front of her, who was now, by every appearance, dead.  

 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Mordreon stopped again and again, turning to fight the
horde of warriors chasing him.  Again and again, he was able to take
out a few, but dozens and hundreds more waited to sting and run, moving
in swiftly to fire their salvoes, and then moving back out of range, or
moving behind objects, or other attackers, to keep out of his line of
fire.  He was growing enraged by this.  He turned back toward the stone
circle.  Strangely, they did not move to intercept him.  They chased
him onward, spurring him toward the circle.  

 
 
-----
 
 
 
    <*Ron, move out.  Mordreon is on his way back.  *>
 
    <*Understood.  Thank you, Minerva.  *>
 
    "Come on, this way, Kumiko.  We've got to leave this
circle."  

    "Alright, Master, I will follow you," she replied.  Ron led
them quickly away from the circle.  He was concerned for the Guardians'
safety, and was well aware that their time was nearly half gone.  

 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Buran forced himself to choose a course of action.  "If we
can't beat them both, then we use them against themselves!" He led his
men in a fighting retreat *toward* the first set of demons.  Soon, the
demons and the Centurions were close enough together that the second
team of demons could not distinguish them at a distance.  Soon, the
first and second teams of demons were shooting at each other, without
even knowing it.  

    "Cease fire!" Buran called to his men, hoping the demons
would not hear him.  "Now, move out toward the main line!  Keep your
heads down and your weapons *silent*!  If we play this right, we can
move around behind the ridge, and they'll continue to kill themselves
for us!  Now march!" 

 
 
-----
 
 
 
    *<Minerva, How are things going?>* Ron inquired.  

    *<He's almost back at the circle.  Maybe he'll leave when
he sees her gone.  *>
 
    *<Let's hope so.  *>
 
    "Okay, Kumiko, just a little bit longer.  How are you
holding up?" 

    "I'm all right, Master Ron, but I am feeling very weary."  

    "This will all be over soon."  *I hope*, Ron added to
himself.  

 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Buran's plan almost worked to perfection, but just as they
reached the ridge, the demons realized what was happening.  They all
turned toward his men, but now he had high ground, and an enemy on only
one side.  

    "Dural!  Rear guard!  I don't want any damned scout unit
sneaking up and fucking us in the ass again!" 

    "Yes sir!" Dural led off with a unit of a hundred men to
secure the rear.  

    "Engage the enemy!  Drive them to the river!  Kill the
bastards!" Buran was not foolish enough to stand tall as he gave the
orders, but he did not cringe either.  Lance fire was burning past his
head as he returned it, shot for shot.  The Centurions did not attempt
to move their position forward.  It was only necessary for them to hold
here for now.  

 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Kryton's lovely plan was turning to dog shit very quickly. 
A special warfare unit of the demonic forces penetrated deep into his
lines before he even knew about them.  Suddenly, their was lance fire
and energy sword crackle from within his units, and all control was
lost.  Centurions were scattering to save their own hides.  Demons
picked them off as they raced from rock to rock, trying to find cover
and get away from the enemy in their midst.  

    Kryton waded through the bodies toward the enemies in his
formation.  His energy sword drawn, his lance in his left hand. 
Swinging and blasting, he took two dozen of them down before he himself
was cut apart by an energy cannon blast that disintegrated his body.  

 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Mordreon entered the circle and noticed at once that Kumiko
was gone.  "Ah, so *that's* your game!  You think I will fall for the
oldest trick in the book?  I am not so foolish as you are!  I will find
the girl, I will have my prize!" He tried to ignore the Guardians as he
began his search, but they were relentless.  Every time he turned his
back, five hundred psionic blasts would pummel him, bowing him, nearly
taking him to the ground.  When he would turn to lash out a vicious
mental attack of his own, they were already out of sight.  He was
furious, and frustrated, and he was growing desperate.  It looked as if
he might actually lose this battle.  

 
 
-----
 
 
 
*    <Karen, how are things going?  Are there any problems on
your end?*>
 
    *<Ron, things are stable here, though it is taking all of
Lars' energy to hold Kumiko's life force.  I'm worried about the baby,
though.  This might be too much for it.>* 

    *<Let the doctor worry about that; you two have your hands
full already.  Tell the doctor to be ready just in case there are any
problems here.>* 

    *<Understood.>* 

 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Buran and his men received orders from Marius: the left
flank is in trouble, chase the enemy back into their stronghold.  

    "Alright, men!  Charge!  Chase them back into their
hidey-holes!  Make them cower under their bunks!" Buran led the charge
down the hill.  The demons had suffered massive losses, and were
severely outnumbered.  Beaten, they ran for the cover of the fortress.  

 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Mordreon grew more and more frustrated in his search.  The
Guardians were beginning to wear him down.  He decided it was time to
call in the reinforcements.  

    <*Prysion, come now!  Prysion!  PRYSION, YOU BASTARD,
ANSWER ME!*> 

    *<Prysion is dead, my Lord.  The Centurions have attacked
us in massive numbers.  I'm afraid, sir, that we do not have sufficient
numbers to hold them off here, let alone help you there.  Good luck, my
Lord.> *

    "DAMMIT!!!" shouted Mordreon.  "So that was your game
plan!  Fuck Me!" Mordreon realized just how much danger he was in,
now.  

 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Buran and his men drove the demons from the battlefield,
killing dozens of them as they fled for the safety of their fortress. 
But they found no safety there, as the demons inside had tightly closed
up the fortress, and weren't about to let anyone inside.  Buran's
troops slaughtered the remaining demons outside their sanctuary,
killing the enemy mercilessly.  

    Having purged the life from the last of the enemy before
him, Buran called back for orders, which came down: hold the siege
until the Guardians report in.  

 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Mordreon continued his search, enduring the painful blows
of the Guardians, turning to retaliate now and again, but knowing he
was losing.  

    Finally, he found them, sitting in a small alcove of rock,
mostly hidden from the battle.  

    "So!  You thought you could fool me, whelp?  You cowardly
piss-ant!  I will crush you for your impertin-" 

    His sentence was interrupted by a sharp hammer-blow from
behind.  He turned to see a thousand Guardians formed up, blasting away
at him.  He could tell, from the pain he was now feeling, that he was
losing this battle.  But he vowed that he would not go alone.  

    Struggling, fighting for every movement now, Mordreon
turned to face Ron and Kumiko.  The pain and rage on his face were
frightening.  He snarled at them both, "You may have won this battle,
human, but you shan't have *her*!" 

    And with that, Mordreon blasted his full energy in their
direction.  Though Ron tried to block it, he was thrown forcibly away
from Kumiko, who absorbed the entire impact of the blow.  She was flung
against the rock and held there, as her spirit-self was permeated with
the energy.  Kumiko's form became fuzzy as her spirit started to
dissipate.  She let forth a terrifying scream as her form vaporized
into nothingness.  

    Ron screamed in terror, "*NO!*" 

 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Suddenly, Lars and Karen were both whipped across the
room.  Both of them were stunned momentarily, but were back up in a
flash.  

    "What happened?" Karen asked.  

    "She's gone.  I don't know how.  We've got to save the baby
now."  Lars answered.  

    "Dr. Brown, get your ass over here!" Karen screamed. 
"We'll help you however we can, but we've got to save the baby now. 
Don't worry about the mother, she's dead, there's nothing more that can
be done for her.  You have only-" 

    Dr. Brown interrupted, "Minutes.  Yes, I know.  Now step
out of my way, this is going to be messy if I have to work quickly. 
Karen, you seem to know medicine, so you will be my assistant. 
Scalpel."  

    Karen slapped the scalpel firmly into the doctor's hand,
and they began the procedure.  Lars, who didn't much care for the sight
of blood and operations, stepped away from the scene, trying to collect
his thoughts after the violent tearing away of Kumiko's life energy
from his mind.  It was a very uncomfortable experience, and he was
still quite shaky.  

    Karen, on the other hand, had gotten used to sudden
problems, having lived with and trained with Ron for so long.  She and
the doctor completed the C-section in what must have been record time,
although no living mother would have wanted them to have done it so
quickly, or in such a frantic fashion.  However, they got the baby out
in time, and Dr. Brown took him over to the corner to wrap him in a
blanket.  She sat down with him, and cuddled him close.  

 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Mordreon laughed.  "You see, boy?  I win, after all!" 

    Ron's fury bubbled within him.  He allowed it to pour forth
out of his hands and fingers.  What looked like lightning, only more
intense, shot from Ron's hands and enveloped Mordreon.  

    Mordreon was shocked at the awesome energies flowing from
this human.  He was also writhing in agony with the pain of the event. 
Mordreon was certain that, if he could not find a way out, the barrage
from both sides would certainly destroy him.  

    Ron howled his rage as he continued to lash his fury at the
demon.  Suddenly, he saw the demon's body begin to discorporate.  He
kept up the onslaught as the demon's body sizzled out of view under the
assault of Ron and the Guardians.  Having completed his task, Ron
slumped to the ground, worn out and very disappointed in himself.  

 
 
-----
 
 
 
    "Centurions!  Saddle up!  Return to base, mission
accomplished!" Marius' cry was echoed down the line until every
Centurion got the word.  

    Buran called to his troops, "Job well done, troopers!  Now
let's go home!  Hey!  You in there!" he called to the castle, "I hear
your boss's ass is ash now!  Have a good one!" Buran laughed heartily
as he led his men back to their chariots.  *What a glorious day!  Won
one for the good guys!  *He could not know that he was both right, and
wrong.  

 
 
-----
 
 
 
    "Dr. Brown, how is the baby?" Karen asked after she had
made sure that Lars was okay.  

    "He's fine.  He's surprisingly healthy for being six weeks
premature."  She stared down into his clear blue eyes, and she could
swear that he was actually looking back at her.  Then their eyes
connected, and his mouth curled up in what could only be described as a
smirk.  The look chilled Dr. Olivia Brown to her very core.  She
quickly looked away to change the subject.  "What is his name?  Do you
know what they decided?" 

    Karen and Lars looked at each other blankly.  Karen said,
"We have no idea *if* they talked about it.  We don't know what he will
be named."  

    Dr. Brown glanced down at the baby again, but now he was
just a normal infant.  She looked back to them and said, "You never
expected it to go this way, did you?" 

    "No, Doctor," Lars answered, "We didn't."  

 
 
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    "I'm so sorry, Ron," Callista said.  They were now standing
back on the grounds of Guardian Hall.  Ron looked up at the simple
architecture of the place, noting the simple swing-out windows, and the
clean lines of the balconies and columns.  The only real adornment were
two eagles guarding the steps up to the front entrance, arranged in a
striking pose so that one would have to walk between their talons to
enter, their eyes gleaming with some internal energy, as if daring you
to approach.  He reflected that the building was one of the most
beautiful he had ever seen, with its simple elegance.  He also knew
that he was looking at the building to avoid dealing with his
emotions.  

    "I can't believe she's gone.  I just couldn't stop him. 
She's... I can't believe I'll never see her again."  

    The girls huddled around him, and were soon joined by their
mother.  

    "Calliope," Ron said when he realized she was there, "I
don't have any words that can express my gratitude to you and the
Guardians, and the Centurions for your sacrifice today.  To have
chanced so much, and gained nothing, it seems woefully unfair."  

    "Ron, my dear one.  Even if your words were true, it would
have been worth it to help a friend.  However, you forget that, because
of you, we are rid of Mordreon.  He has caused us endless grief in the
past, and now we need no longer worry about him or his band.  Once
leaderless, the rest of his band will disperse, becoming no more than a
minor annoyance.  Yes, we have risked, and lost, but we have come away
with the greater gain.  My only sorrow is that we did not succeed in
saving the young lady.  I am deeply sorry."  

    She embraced Ron, and waited for the tears.  When the tears
did not come, she released him.  Though he said nothing, the look he
gave her expressed it all.  *I will not grieve now.  I am far too
angry.  I will grieve later.  *Each of the girls, in turn, embraced him
and turned away.  Except Callista, who walked with him to the gate.  

    "If you need us again, Ron, we stand ready to help you.  I
am sorry that you lost your friend.  I, too, have lost friends in
today's battle, but they pale in comparison to your loss.  Time will
heal.  I promise."  She kissed him softly, and hugged him again, then
turned away, to walk back up to the house.  He looked again, at the
vast expanse of green lawn, and the colorful flower gardens.  He
listened one last time to the breeze blowing across the land, sounding
almost like a chiming melody.  

    *I doubt that I will ever set foot in Guardian Hall again. 
Thank you for all you have given me.  Thank you for believing in a mere
human.  *

 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Ron found Jessica waiting for him outside the gate.  Though
he had dimly hoped that Kumiko would be waiting with her, he was not
surprised to find that this was not the case.  

    "Master, I am so sorry."  Jessica embraced him, and they
remained that way for some time.  

    After the moment had passed, Ron drew back from her. 
"Kumiko didn't deserve this, Jess.  She was a good friend, she deserves
better!" 

    "Master, there is nothing I can say to lessen your grief. 
But we should at least be consoled by the fact that she is no longer in
pain."  

    Ron looked at her blankly, and then turned from her.  "I
suppose you're right, Jessica, but I can't see it that way. 
Unfortunately, I also have to go back and tell the family what
happened.  I have to go now."  Without another word, he walked away
from her, vanishing from the Spirit Realm.  

 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Ron awoke slowly from his journey.  When his eyes focused,
he saw everyone there, waiting for him to return.  Nobody spoke for a
long moment, no one wanting to say the wrong thing.  

    "Kumiko," Ron said, "is gone.  Mordreon destroyed her
spirit.  I couldn't stop him."  

    Dr. Brown quietly said, "The child is fine, Ron.  But he
needs a name."  

    Ron looked over at the little baby boy lying on the bed. 
Just looking at the child tore his heart in pieces.  

    "Dr. Brown... I can't care for this child.  Every time I
look at him, I will think of Kumiko.  Every time I look at him, I will
remember my failure.  I do not think that I will ever be able to love
him.  It would be unfair to force the child to grow up with that sort
of emotion around him.  I would like you to put him up for adoption."  

    Though there was a stunned silence in the room, both Linda
and Sandra came to Ron's side.  Sandra said, "Are you sure this is what
you want, honey?" 

    "Mom, remember how you felt about having Marinda in the
house?  I don't think I'll ever get past the way I feel about that
little guy.  And I don't want that to spoil my feelings for the *other*
new baby coming to this house."  He gave Linda a tight hug.  "I just
don't think I can handle it, and it wouldn't be right to make him put
up with my discomfort at what he reminds me of."  

    "It's okay, Sweetheart," Linda said.  "I think you're
probably making a good choice.  Doctor, how likely is it that the baby
will be placed quickly?" 

    "An infant?  Are you kidding?  Assuming he's as healthy as
he looks, he'll be placed in a good home within a week.  Ron, for once
I see you acting human.  And I agree with you on this.  You obviously
had strong feelings for Kumiko, and, while you could obviously raise
the child materially, I'm not sure it would be good for either of you
emotionally.  If you'd like, I'll take the child with me, and I'll
bring back the forms later."  

    "Thank you, Dr. Brown.  Please do that."  As the doctor
left, Ron said to Lars, "Man, thanks again.  You did the best that was
possible.  It wasn't your fault.  Mordreon just...  zapped her away,
and then she just... *wasn't* anymore."  

    "Thank you, Ron," Lars replied, then quickly got up and
left the room.  Karen followed after him.  

    "You need to sleep, Ron.  You look terrible," said Nikki.  

    "Thanks a lot, Sis," replied Ron wearily.  "But I'm not in
the mood to sleep just now.  I want to go out to the garden, where
Kumiko liked to sit, and just think about her for a while."  

    Megan helped Ron to his feet, but just before he shuffled
out the door, he turned to the three still in the room.  "I've lost
enough family.  I don't know what's going to happen now, with the
Russians coming, but I promise you, I will protect you, if it means my
life.  Nobody else dies."  

    *Now,* he thought as Megan helped him out to the garden,
*If I can only live up to that promise.  *

 
 
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