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Subject: {ASSM} RP: Shadow Knight Chronicles Ch.5 (mc m/f teen het rom)
Date: Mon, 22 Apr 2002 08:10:05 -0400
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Shadow Knight Chronicles   
                                                By Gambit




                                               Chapter Five



Joanna Remfield always prided herself on trying to be strong-she never much 
succeeded-but she always tried. She promised herself that she would not cry 
when this day came. And the day was here. Moreover, here she was still all 
misty eyed as she watched her little Ethan pack his bag in his room.

This was her handsome boy. She could not help but cry. She watched how his 
gentle, light blonde hair fell over the mirror-plated shades that she had 
gotten him just last year. The boy had well over seven pairs. Joanna should 
know, she bought most of them for him.

She knew this day would hurt, she knew. However, that didn't help one bit.

Ethan looked over at his adoptive mother and did something he rarely did; a 
tear slipped out from behind his shades. "I have to go, Mom. You know this is 
the only way. Just take care, all right? I promise to call." 

That was all it took, the blonde headed woman broke down into sobs. That, in 
turn, lead Ethan to do something that he hardly ever did again. He walked 
over quickly and gave her a very hard and warm hug. "It will be all right. I 
promise. Hey, when have you ever known me to land on anything but my feet?" 
He asked this jokingly but his voice was hoarse.

"You get yourself back to me, you hear. And I mean in one piece, Ethan." 
Joanna stated in a stern voice. Such a stern voice that it manage to break 
through her teary voice.

"I promise, I promise." And with that, he picked up his bag and headed out of 
his room and down the stairs. He knew Shawn wouldn't be there. He never was 
much for goodbyes. 

He didn't dare look back at his mother's eyes, for fear of losing his nerve 
and staying. If what half of Jesse said was true, his people really needed 
him. He was The Chosen. But he still wasn't completely convinced.

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




The trees seemed to pass by in a blur for Ethan. He could hardly believe that 
he was really leaving the only real home that he had ever known. It was 
almost surreal. The circumstances were surreal. He tried to keep all thoughts 
of Shawn and Joanna out of his mind and just keep his eyes on the scenery.

Two hours and twenty minutes into the trip, Jesse got a phone call on her car 
cell. As it turned out, Shain didn't want her at his Zone at the time that 
they had allotted. He said that it was much too dangerous. There were warring 
factions in the city of New Orleans and he didn't know how many people would 
try to use her against him.

He even suggested a two-week wait at the cabin. Jesse shut the phone off. I'm 
not going to argue with that. "Guess what kiddies? We're going camping." She 
said in an overly chipper voice to raise their spirits. She knew they hated 
leaving their home.

"What, did you're brother change his mind about us going up there?" Ethan 
asked. 

"Yeah, he's having some trouble up by New Orleans, until it's finished he 
wants us at the cabin." Jesse replied.

"What's this cabin like anyway?" Tosh asked from the back seat. She had a 
pair of earphones hanging around her neck. She had listened to ACDC almost 
the entire trip.

"Well, it's not exactly a cabin. It has six rooms and all the modern 
conveniences. Shain just started to call it The Cabin because it's out in the 
middle of nowhere." She replied, never taking her eyes off the road. She saw 
a motel up the road a ways. "Hey you guys, let's take a pit stop. We'll crash 
at that motel and then head out in the morning. Besides, I want to teach you 
a few things while we are in this town." She directed the last statement at 
Ethan.

They pulled up to the motel and made a complete stop. "So when we get to 
cabin, we'll be the only ones there?"

Jesse let out a snort. "Are you kidding? You have obviously never met Shain. 
He said that since there will be three spare rooms we won't be using, he's 
sending three Blade Runners."

"What's a Blade Runner?" Ethan asked. His mind was starting to go into 
overdrive. He was starting to doubt himself and even he knew that that was a 
bad thing. 

Jesse gave him a small smile. "Blade Runner's are basically the bottom line. 
When it comes to efficiency, there is no one better. To put it in a way you 
might understand better, when it comes to Shadow Knights, Blade Runners are 
the special forces."

Looking at Jesse get out of the car and go to the front desk of the motel, 
Ethan couldn't help but have a small flash back, one where he was nine years 
old. He probably had about a kilo of cocaine on him. His foster father had 
given it to him to take to the motel, and then he was to bring back the 
money. It was simple. Right?

He made it to the person he was supposed to give it to, but right when he 
went to hand him the bag-it fell to the floor and busted. That little 
accident caused him four weeks in the hospital.

The guy beat him un-mercilessly with a pair of brass knuckles.

Snapping fingers that were in front of his face brought him out of his 
reverie. ". . . Yo, earth to Ethan. Man, are you there or what?" Tosh asked 
with a little nervousness in her voice. Ethan just grew a little pale for 
about three minutes. Three minutes: that was how long it took her to bring 
his eyes back into focus.

Tosh couldn't blame him for having a lot on his mind. But she thought that he 
was thinking about being the Son of Dakrin. In truth, Tosh had a lot on her 
mind as well; like being a Latent.  She didn't know how she should take that. 
She was a little glad that she could be like Ethan. But on the other hand, it 
was more than a little frightening.

At the beginning of the trip, Tosh shot questions at Jesse as if they were 
bullets. She wanted to know all there was to know about being a Latent. She 
found out three things. One she already knew.

That was; to become a Shadow Knight a Latent had to go through a traumatic 
first death. Jesse said that first death would not be permanent unless she 
was beheaded. She didn't like the sound of death. If fact, she hated the "D" 
word.

The second was much rarer. If a Latent went through extreme emotional duress, 
they might be able to reach, what Jesse called, Knighthood. She didn't even 
want to consider what she would have to go through to get that upset. She 
knew it would have to be something bad, because she just didn't get upset 
easy.

The third she liked much better. All she had to do was talk Ethan into it. 
And she thought that it shouldn't be too hard. It would be difficult but not 
impossible. The third way to become a Shadow Knight was for a Master to 
release it. The only other way it could be released was by four First Adepts. 


The reason she knew that Ethan would be reluctant to do it was because of 
what he told her it was like when he went through the change. For to solid 
days it felt like his blood was on fire, was what he told her. That was when 
she promptly yelled at him for not saying anything. He also gave her a 
strange reply. "In the back of my mind, I knew it was supposed to be this 
way." It was a strange response, but she respected it. 

The reason she knew that she would have to argue with him, was for a simple 
and uncomplicated fact. He hated seeing her in pain. Jesse said the pain 
would be worse for her because if someone opened her up to Knighthood; those 
two days of torment that Ethan went through would all be added up and it 
would hit her in a change that would only last for an hour. And it would be a 
very long hour, where her body would go through the change. 

Tosh looked over at Ethan, who still had his birth father's book in his lap 
and sighed; to her knowledge, her stepbrother had never opened it up. It was 
almost as if he were afraid to do so. It was as if he was afraid of what he 
would find. To look at him, a person would swear that he was as solid as a 
rock. But all of this was starting to where him down. She could tell by how 
tightly he was holding onto the leather bound Chronicle. It was almost a 
white-knuckle death grip, but not quite. She had no idea it was from the 
flash back he had.

She had to smile a little as she thought about the past they had together. He 
was always bailing her out, or trying to anyway. She didn't know how many 
times he took the blame for something she did. He usually wouldn't get away 
with it though, and that was for a simple reason; she wouldn't allow it. If 
she messed up, she claimed the responsibility. But there were times that she 
let him take the blame, for the little stuff. She did this because she knew 
that it made him feel better to help her out of jams.

"Why such serious faces guys?" Jesse asked in a light voice. She watched them 
both jump. They were both obliviously in deep thought. "I got us a room. It's 
number seven. Let's hope seven lives up to its luck, huh?"

"Yeah, let's hope." Ethan said with a chuckle as he got out of the car. He 
held out a hand and helped Tosh out when he got out. "Your room awaits, my 
lady." He stated with a goofy accent. He was trying his best to lighten his 
mood. The way he figured it, if he could go through the motions long enough, 
maybe he really wouldn't be so wound up.

Apparently, Tosh was in harmony with the idea. "Why thank you kind sir."

Jesse just laughed at their antics. "C'mon, I want to get settled in. We'll 
rest an hour and then you and I are going to the mall that is about a 
fifteen-minute drive from here. The manager told me about it. I want you to 
practice your mental skills," She told Ethan. Jesse then looked at Tosh.  
"You'll have to stay here. I don't his concentration straying." She told Tosh 
in a gentle voice. She didn't want to hurt the girl's feelings, but Ethan was 
capable of really messing someone up if he lost his concentration.

"That's cool. I could use a nap anyway." Tosh replied as the three of them 
walked towards the room. They got situated in no time flat.

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


Ethan never was one for crowds. He pretty much hated them his entire life; 
now was no exception. But this was sort of a different situation. He was 
looking for something. Or to be more specific: someone. A guinea pig to be 
exact. Jesse wanted him to flex his mental muscle, as she put it. He really 
didn't know if this was right or not, but he was willing to go along with it.

The boy had a plethora of emotions running through his mind. Was he worthy of 
being called the Son of Dakrin? Was he even the real Son of Dakrin? And why 
did Jesse follow him so blindly? Sure, he might be a Shadow Knight, but The 
Son of Dakrin? How is she so positive? These were the questions running 
through the boy's mind.

He looked at all the people that were walking through the mall. Ordinarily he 
would have not even come to a place like this. It wasn't that he had anything 
against the people here, he didn't, there was just that there were too many 
of them. Just off the odds alone, there had to be at least one asshole out of 
every twenty.

He looked over at Jesse, who was slightly smiling, and looking as beautiful 
as ever. She had on the same leather jacket with a sword attached to it, just 
as he did. Jesse got him a cool looking leather jacket at the leather shop. A 
biker's jacket that cost around two hundred and fifty dollars. They got it 
free of course. Then they went to Ace Hardware and got a latch to put on the 
jacket, for the sword. 

Because of her mental abilities, no one said a word about the two swords she 
was carrying, or about the fact that she took things freely and attached the 
latch to the back of the jacket. From that moment on, he had his on sword on 
his back, even if he had no clue as to how to use it.

And then there was the leather belt and boots that she got him. He was 
carrying all five daggers that he brought from home on him now. The boy felt 
like a walking arsenal. There was a dagger in each black boot and three that 
were attached to the back of his belt. They were all very light and shiny; 
Jesse said they were titanium.  With all the blades that he was carrying, 
they made him feel-deadly. 

If it wasn't for Jesse's, what she called, mental vibe, he knew that he would 
have been picked up for carrying deadly weapons, or at least hassled.

Ethan looked at his reflection in the mirror and his jaw almost dropped. The 
boy standing in front of him was not the boy he remembered.  Here stood a 
boy, in the reflection, that had a dark black leather jacket with an all the 
zippers and pockets someone could want and a pair of expensive rich black 
silver tipped boots. The daggers were inside them. Jesse said they were just 
for back up. The main daggers he would be practicing with were the ones on 
his belt.

But what got his attention the most was the sword on his back. It was slanted 
at a slight angle that went to the right, so that he could pull it easily. 
Jesse's words floated back to him as if they were dust on the wind.

 "A Shadow Knight will live and die by his sword. None of them will use guns. 
Even the ones who have undesirable morals, will live by that code," She 
clipped the sword to his jacket. "At the cabin, we will mainly work on your 
swordplay skills. I said swordplay, but there is nothing playful about it. If 
you fuck up, you'll lose your life." She told him sternly.

"I promise to give it 100%." He replied.

"You had best give it 110%, 'cause we're running out of time. I would be 
teaching you swordplay now, but I think you need to relax a little." She 
added softly, laying a hand on his forearm. Even through the leather jacket, 
the hand made his skin tingle.

And an hour later, as he stood in front of the shiny window, he could swear 
that he could almost feel that slight tingle. He came to a sudden realization 
at that moment. He was in love with Jesse. Either that or he really, really 
liked her a lot. But he was sure that she was half of the reason that he left 
his home. The other half was because Shawn told him it had to be done.

He only hoped that he didn't disappoint her. 

When it came to battle, he wondered about himself. When it came down to it, 
could he take a life? That's stupid. Yeah, I could, but am I capable of it? 
Can I take a life? Can I watch the usual brightness of a person's eyes slowly 
flicker out like a candle in the wind? He thought morbidly. Then he just 
shook his head, as if trying to rid himself of such thoughts.

A light cuff to the shoulder shortly startled Ethan out of his thoughts. 
"Whatcha ya thinking about that's got your face in such a god awful frown?" 
Jesse asked, standing to the right of him. She could hardly believe she snuck 
up on him. She had read Tosh's thoughts and they said that he was almost 
impossible to surprise.

"Nothing important," He fibbed. "So, Boss, you got me decked out in all this 
gear, what's next?" He was carefully trying to steer the conversation from 
what he was thinking.

Jesse saw through the tactic but let it go anyway. "I thought that we'd start 
with something easy. I told you about the vibe that I put out that make 
people not notice my sword. Well, I've been adding you into that ever since 
you put the sword on-I want you to do it yourself now." She told him with a 
quirk of a lip.

"And just how do I do that?" 

Jesse frowned for a moment. "Well . . . Well, what I usually do is imagine my 
mind flowing out in all directions. And at the same time give the command 
that they do not see the sword on my back. You can also make it so that they 
don't see you at all." She added. Then her eyes lost focus just for a second, 
then looked at Ethan. "Ok, nobody at all can see us now. They're subconscious 
can see us and they will walk around us, but that's about it."

Ethan nodded at this.

"Ok, I want you to tell me when you're ready and then I'm going to take my 
barrier off you. If you're not using yours, they will see you." She stated, 
sitting down on a bench that was near a water fountain. "Are you ready?"

Ethan made himself imagine that he was sending out radio waves that told 
people not to notice him., He thought it would be easier this way than what 
Jesse told him to do. "Yeah, I'm ready." He replied, nodding briskly.

Jesse let the barrier go on Ethan, but left it on herself. She then watched 
in amusement as he walked into one of the clothing stores where a woman was 
looking at some clothes on a rack. She laughed outright when he waved his 
hands in front of her face like in a classic movie scene. He turned back 
towards her, walked over, and sat down. "Now what, Boss," He asked jovially. 
He was getting a kick out of his new gifts.

"Now you are going to learn how to enter a person's mind." She stated simply. 
She had to laugh again at look of astonishment on Ethan's face. "It really 
isn't that hard. You look around in their head and rearrange a few things. If 
you mess up, I can fix it." He really is very moral. I suppose that's good if 
he's going to lead our people. She thought. "Well? What are you waiting for?" 
She asked, standing up. 

Ethan stood up with her. This will probably be the hardest part. He thought. 
"Ok, is there a specific person I should pick out or will any do?" 

"Pick someone you'd like to fool around with, you look a little tense." Jesse 
replied cheekily.

Ethan gave a mock scowl and walked off in search of a subject; leaving Jesse 
to think. Jesse might have been putting on a good act, but the truth was that 
she was a nervous wreck. She had emotions that she didn't know what to do 
with, the first and foremost being Ethan.

She didn't know how, she didn't know why, but she was completely certain that 
she was head over heals for the boy. She knew that she shouldn't feel this 
way-but she did. She felt the love as if it were rooted deep into the very 
depths of her soul. The only thing that she could even possibly come up with 
that would explain it, was the legend. The legend that said there really were 
soul mates out there. It was just that most people were not lucky enough to 
find theirs.

But there was also more on her mind besides love. She had to train him the 
best she could in the way of the Shadow. She was having doubts if she could 
do that well enough. Jesse also knew that part of that was pride though. She 
wanted Ethan to be above just par when Shain got a hold on him. She wanted to 
prove to her brother that she was more than a pretty face.

The last time she tried to prove herself to him, he ended up furious, but had 
to go along with it never the less. She managed to get herself to become a 
spy in the Shadow Zone in New Mexico. She would send him reports when she 
could and give him the vitals on how strong they were. Overall, she had put 
herself in a very dangerous position. And she blew her cover by killing 
another Knight.

She didn't tell Ethan or Tosh that Shain was sending three Blade Runners for 
her safety, and hers alone. Shain always tried to look out for her. In truth, 
Shain didn't believe in the myth of the Son of Dakrin. On the phone, he said 
that he would indulge her and find out for himself when he met the boy. And 
Jesse knew that Shain would put Ethan through the ringer when he started 
testing him.

What surprised Jesse the most was the fact that Ethan acted like it wasn't a 
big deal that he wouldn't age. In fact, he hadn't even asked how old she was. 
It was all for the best though, she supposed. She really didn't want to tell 
him that she was one hundred and seventeen years old. It wasn't something 
that a person bragged about to someone. Especially since she didn't look a 
day over 16. She had seen many things in her life. But, by far, Ethan 
Remfield was the most interesting.

She just hoped that her unbelieving brother would go easy on him.

Just then, she looked up to see Ethan making his back to her. Behind him was 
a girl with brown hair and blue eyes. She was wearing a Dallas Cowboys' 
jersey that was a little big on her. To accompany the shirt, there was a 
Dallas Cowboys' ball cap that she had on backwards, and far enough back to 
show off her bangs. Other than that, the girl was wearing a pair of jeans and 
sneakers.

Jesse did a quick scan on the girl. She was scared out of her mind, but that 
was understandable. Ethan was just useing what he knew and nothing else. He 
had just commanded her to follow him and to act as if nothing was wrong, and 
not to talk. But on the inside, the girl was terrified. Ordinarily, Jesse 
would have relieved her fears, but she wanted Ethan to do it. The girl was 
very pretty, though. And Jesse liked her name. Her name was Kasey.

She would make him a good follower. Jesse mused. He'll need to get one 
eventually. It might as well be now. "Good, choice." Jesse praised Ethan. 
"Let's find a place that's a little quieter. I saw a janitor's room that way, 
on the way over here." She said, motioning with her head.

Ethan just nodded. "You got it."

As they started walking towards the janitor's room, Jesse was doing an 
in-depth scan on the girl. She was 16 years old. But that was not what pissed 
Jesse off. No, what pissed Jesse off were the scars on the back of her 
thighs. They were very light, but there, nonetheless. They were there because 
her father, the preacher, decided that he needed to beat The Devil out of her 
at least three times a week. When Ethan saw this, she knew he would feel 
better about what she was going to ask him to do.

The janitor's door was locked, but with no more than a flicker of a thought, 
it was just as easily unlocked. The three of them walked in. "I've decided 
something, Ethan."

Ethan looked at her with curiosity.

"Kasey Williams here is going to be your follower," She started, holding up a 
hand to forestall the protests that she knew were coming. "I want you to look 
into her mind first. Look at her home life. Look at what she has to live 
like. Then make a decision." She finished.

Ethan let out an explosive sigh. "All right, but how do I look into her 
mind?" I can't believe I'm actually doing this. He thought. And I definitely 
can't believe I'm considering getting a slave . . . Oops, I mean follower. He 
thought with a little sarcasm.

"All you have to do is reach out with your mind and close your eyes, soon it 
will find a connection with hers. You will be able to see all of her memories 
and emotions. And you should be able to manipulate erase or create new things 
in her mind at your will." Jesse replied as if she were talking about the 
weather. She was acting as if it wasn't a big deal on purpose. She didn't 
want Ethan too nervous.

Ethan closed his eyes and felt a moment of dizziness that didn't last no 
longer than a few seconds, then his mind suddenly connected to Kasey's mind. 
It was amazing, or at least it was to him. The first thing he saw was how 
terrified she was. He erased that immediately and made her completely 
comfortable around him. He could see how her mind operated her body. He could 
see her memories. He could see her fears and hopes. Then he grew angry when 
he saw her father. 

He would make her his. But he would leave her personality; she would exist 
just for him. If he were truthful, he would say that this rather put him on a 
power trip, totally dominating someone. He was the only friend that she had. 
That and she was very sexually attracted to him, and wasn't shy about it 
either. The one thing that he didn't make her do was call him "Master". He 
would be called "my Lord" instead.

Ethan couldn't believe some of the things that this girl's father did to her. 
He would beat her if he thought that she had even kissed a boy. And at the 
same time, deep into the night, guess who would sneak into her room? That's 
right, her uptight preacher father; and he would do all the things to her 
that he beat her for thinking about.

It was almost scary to Ethan how natural all this seemed. It was very easy to 
rewrite someone-- very easy, but also very exhausting. He changed many things 
on her body as well as her mind. The girl would no longer have to shave and 
her nipples were more highly sensitive to pleasure now.

When Ethan pulled out of the girls mind, he was breathing very raggedly, not 
to mention almost exhausted. He looked over at Jesse, who was leaning against 
the wall of the small room. He had left the silence command on the girl, for 
now. He wanted Jesse to look her over. "Care to check my work, sensei?" He 
asked a little breathlessly. He was too tired to chuckle at the small joke.

"That's a sure thing, grasshopper. But first let me do something." She walked 
over to him and laid a bare hand on his cheek.

Ethan could feel the power flow into him. In a matter of seconds, he felt 
just as good as he did when woke up that morning. Then her hand was gone and 
she was breathing just a little heavily. Ethan looked at her with awe. "What 
did you do?" He asked with wonder.

"I just shared some of my Kinetics with you," She stated. "It's not a big 
deal." She stated, and she was already starting to breathe normally. 

Ethan quit talking at that moment because he saw that Jesse was staring at 
Kasey. Jesse stared at her a good five minutes. Then, with her mouth agape, 
she turned towards Ethan. "Jeez, Ethan, do you know what you did?!"

"What you told me to?" He asked, clearly confused.

"Yes you did that, but you also burned the commands into her head so goddamn 
deep that I couldn't remove them even if I tried."

"Is this a bad thing?" Ethan asked. He was getting a little worried now. 

"Not unless you think its ok that the girl can't be away from you for more 
than a couple of days. If she's gone any longer than that, she slips into a 
severe depression. I've seen it happen before and it's not a pretty sight," 
She watched as Ethan began to grow a little pale. She decided to reassure him 
a little. "But look, if you're strong enough to put the commands in that 
deep; you can most likely take them out."

"Yeah, maybe I can. I'll definitely look at into it at the cabin." Ethan 
replied, but it sounded as if he was trying to convince himself.

Jesse smirked at him. "Nobody is going to get mad at you for being too good, 
Ethan," She looked over at the girl, then back at Ethan. She then lowered her 
shades. "Why don't you and her get to know one another. I think I want to do 
some shopping." She stated, giving Ethan a wink and pushing her shades back 
up. Then she promptly walked out the door before Ethan could even say 
anything.

Ethan watched as the lock locked by itself and knew it was Jesse's Kinetics 
at work. He looked over at Kasey and was surprised. He had programmed her to 
be happy with him, but her eyes were misted over in tears. He pulled off the 
silence command and she started openly sobbing, which startled him. "What's 
wrong?" He asked, but thought it sounded more than a little lame. He rushed 
over and engulfed her into a hug.

"You don't really want me." She cried out. 

"Yeah I do, I promise." He stated. What have I gotten myself into?

"Really, my Lord?" she asked, eyes full of hope.

He knew one way that she would be positive that he wanted her. He leaned down 
and caught her mouth in a deep kiss, making sure to press his thigh against 
her jean-clad crotch. She moaned into his mouth and ground her crotch into 
his leg. She was very sensitive do to the reprogramming and it was showing.

Ethan broke the kiss and took three steps back. "Undress for me." He ordered 
gently.

"Yes, my Lord." Was the response that was given.

Ethan watched as the brown-haired girl undressed for him and had one thought: 
Mine. She took off the jersey and bra first and gave Ethan a view of her very 
beautiful tits.  "Are they to your liking, my Lord?" She asked demurely, 
giving the objects in question a little jiggle.

"They're perfect." Ethan responded immediately. He was being turned on to a 
high degree by this girl. He was even more turned on when she slipped her 
sneakers off and pushed down her jeans, leaving her only in her socks. 

She would have taken them off, but Ethan made his move. "Lie down." He told 
her, holding her hand as she slid to the floor. 

When she was completely laid down, Ethan started by kissing her neck, 
listening to her soft mewing noises. He worked his way down her body further. 
When he sucked a nipple in his mouth, Kasey's back arched and she screamed 
out, "MY LORD!" Then her body was racked in a mind-blowing orgasm.

When she settled down somewhat, Ethan slowly worked his cock into her 
well-lubricated pussy. He started out with slow and steady strokes. All the 
while Kasey kept moaning. The longer he went, the louder she moaned. After 
about five minutes, she was moaning constantly and chanting. "My Lord, my 
Lord, my Lord."

That was all Ethan could take. He came with a loud grunt; setting off another 
orgasm in Kasey. Her back arched and she squealed loudly, then promptly 
passed out.

Ethan rolled off her and looked up at the ceiling. Being a Shadow Knight does 
have its benefits. He thought with a smirk.

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