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********** STORY INFORMATION **********

CAMP: Ron's Journey
by Eric Storm, formerly known as Net Wolf
(C)2002 by Eric Storm

Chapter 20 of 36

Genres: Political Thriller , Science Fiction
Code(s) Used: first, inc, mc, nc, teen, viol
Pairings Used: 3+ (three or more people at once), MF, fF, ff, mF, mf

A young teen discovers that he has The Ability: mental powers 
to control objects and people. He's not the only one, however, 
and soon he is discovered by an organization full of such folks. 
And even they aren't the only ones with the power, and some 
people with the power just aren't very nice. Ron must learn 
to handle his power, and take on more responsibility than any 
teen should have to, in order to deal with it all.

Winner of 2002 Golden Clitoride Award: Classic Clit

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This story will be posted in its entirety, one chapter a day.  
If you do not wish to wait, or you want to read my other stories, 
you may go to my website at http://storm.wolfpub.org .  If you 
wish to read the other authors at The Mystic Wolf Pub, the base 
address is http://www.wolfpub.org .  I hope you enjoy the story.

************** THE STORY **************

 
               --===CAMP: Ron's Journey, Chapter 20===--
 
Chapter 20
 
The Battle 



    Ron stood overlooking a lush valley.  He was standing on a
bluff, facing the sun as it sat just above the craggy mountains on the
horizon.  Whether he was observing sunrise or sunset, he couldn't
tell.  
    Below him, the valley was bathed in a soft mist, just
enough to soften the edges of the buildings.  A stream meandered lazily
through the glen, lending a soft murmur to an otherwise silent
atmosphere.  The fragrance of lilacs wafted up from the fields below,
filling his nostrils with their perfume.  This was Kumiko's world.  
    But not all was stillness.  Suddenly, he heard it.  The
flapping of giant wings from somewhere nearby assaulted his ears.  He
looked left, right, all around to no avail.  Finally, he looked up, and
just in time, for the creature was diving on him.  He flung himself out
of its way, landing hard on the ground.  He felt the ground beneath him
shudder as the beast landed, turning to face him.  
    It was a winged dragon, the size of a school bus.  Its body
a mottled reddish-brown, its underbelly a pale tan.  The head was lined
with spikes, and adorned with a set of sharply curving horns.  A set of
ridge plates ran down its back, fading into the tail.  The talons on
its front limbs were definitely sharp, and about six inches long.  
    Ron did not have long to consider the beast, as it lunged
at him, slashing with its claws.  He rolled away, avoiding the brunt of
the attack, but getting scratched even so.  The dragon gave him no
quarter, hounding him round and round the bluff.  Ron successfully
rolled, dodged, and ducked the attacks, but he was wearing down.  
    *I've got to think!  This isn't real.  What do you fight a
dragon with?  *In less time than he could have verbalized it, a sword
and shield appeared in his hands.  He had little experience with
sword-fighting, but figured now would be a good time to learn.  *Must
go for the underbelly.  *
    On the dragon's next attack, Ron rolled inside, landing on
his feet right under the dragon.  He took hold of the sword with both
hands and plunged upward.  The sword stuck, and the dragon screamed in
anger.  Ron, momentarily stunned, was nearly trampled by the beast.  He
moved to the side, but not fast enough.  The creature's whip-like tail
caught him in the midsection, throwing him thirty feet away before he
landed, roughly, in a bush.  
    Ron scrambled to his feet to find the dragon had managed to
dislodge the sword.  It was bleeding, but not badly.  He had not
inflicted enough damage.  *This bastard's just too big!  *Ron's
thoughts were interrupted by another charge.  Ron rolled away, but the
dragon caught him on the back, gashing him deeply.  
    The dragon reared up, flapping its wings.  Rising from the
ground, it flew in a great loop, now diving at its quarry.  Ron ran for
dear life, and jumped off the bluff onto a ledge.  He was trapped now,
and knew it.  He didn't have time to climb back up to the bluff.  *So
fly yourself, you idiot!  *The situation had Ron so disoriented, he'd
forgotten about his Ability.  He raised himself back to the bluff, but
had to duck immediately to avoid another onslaught by the dragon. 
*What do you use to stop a dragon?  *
    The dragon advanced again, and Ron rolled away.  As he did,
he felt something sharp in the small of his back.  After getting up, he
looked down to see a jagged stone lying on the ground.  He got an
idea.  
    The dragon was still in the air, and Ron needed him on the
ground, so he began to taunt him.  "Hey, you wimpy-assed mythical
lizard!  What, you afraid of a fair fight?  Come on down here and fight
me like a real monster!" This had the desired effect of infuriating the
beast, who flew down and landed with a resounding *thud*.  The beast
advanced, the ground shaking as he came...  
    But the shaking wasn't from the beast.  Not this time.  The
shaking became severe, and the dragon lost its footing.  As the shaking
reached its peak, the ground split open.  An eardrum-shattering scream
filled the valley as the dragon was run through by a sharp spire of
rock, lurching up from the ground.  In the end, the dragon was
skewered, like a bug in a collection.  
    *That'll teach ya to fuck with me.  *But Ron knew the
battle was just beginning.  He had a long way to go, and only a little
while to lick his wounds.  
    As Ron headed down the bluff toward the valley, his
attention was focused on trying to heal his wounds.  He found it more
difficult in this world than in reality, for here his wounds were truly
mental, and his confidence had been shaken by the dragon.  He was
unsure, now, of his ability to face a being of great strength head-on.  
    As Ron entered the glen, the mist enfolded him.  Visibility
was cut to less than two hundred feet.  He could barely see his
surroundings, and the farther in he went, the denser it became.  He
tried to stay alert, to beware of the things that might be around him. 
His wounds required too much attention, though, and he was, once again,
caught off-guard.  
    They came silently, appearing as shadows out of the night. 
Garbed all in black, and wielding the weapons of their craft, Ron was
surrounded by four of the most feared warriors of the orient: the
warriors of shadow, of stealth.  They were Ninja.  
    *Oh, shit,* thought Ron, but immediately a bo staff formed
in his hands.  It was the martial arts weapon he was most familiar
with, and it had a good long reach.  
    His first attacker advanced, wielding a sword.  Ron
sidestepped and swept his feet from under him.  He turned to face his
other attackers.  One was also carrying a staff, another was
brandishing nunchucks.  The last didn't seem to be carrying a weapon at
all, but Ron knew that not all weapons were easily visible.  
    The ninja to his right, with the chucks, was closest.  Ron
stepped toward him and swung his staff in an uppercut.  The ninja
back-flipped onto his hands to avoid the swing.  Ron attempted a sweep
at the ninja's hands, but he just completed the move, and landed safely
a foot out of Ron's reach.  The ninja then swung his weapon in a wide
circle.  Ron blocked it once, and the second swing as well.  He pivoted
for a forward jab, but the ninja took his chucks and parried Ron's
thrust downward.  He then swung his weapon toward Ron's head.  Ron
moved into a reverse stance to avoid the move, then stepped forward and
connected with his opponent's head with an overhand strike.  Before he
could even take a breath, he realized the third attacker was on him. 
He felt the strike coming, and raised his staff over his head to block
the overhead strike.  Ron brought his staff down toward his attacker's
head, but the ninja parried his strike to the side.  Ron pivoted and
swung again, but the ninja once more blocked his attack.  Then the
attacker swung an uppercut, and connected solidly with Ron's chin.  Ron
was thrown onto his back, and got the wind knocked out of him.  He
quickly recovered, however, and struck at the ninja's ankles.  Caught
off guard, the ninja was felled to the ground.  Ron vaulted himself
back to his feet.  His fourth attacker was waiting for him, though, and
Ron found a throwing star deep in his arm.  The pain was intense, but
he had no time to dwell on it.  The sword-fighter was back up now, and
Ron was faced with him again.  Ron parried his first slash, and caught
a glancing blow, but it had little effect.  The ninja came again, and
this time Ron was not fast enough.  The sword cut him across his side. 
Ron was fast enough moving out of the way that the cut was not deep,
but it was very painful.  Wounded and angry with himself, Ron pressed
on.  He stepped in, parried the sword attack, and connected soundly
with the ninja's neck, snapping it cleanly where it met the shoulder. 
The ninja slumped to the ground, dead.  
    Ron felt the impact of yet another throwing star in his
arm, and winced in pain.  The momentary distraction caused him more
problems, however, when the nunchuck ninja took Ron's knee out from
under him.  He toppled to the ground again, and rolled out of the way
of an axe kick to the head.  He swung himself to his feet, ready to do
battle.  However, it was now a two-on-one, as both the nunchuck ninja,
and the bo staff ninja charged at once.  In the nick of time, Ron once
again remembered his Ability, and he flipped himself into the air,
landing behind his opponents just as they reached his previous
location.  Ron swept the nunchuck ninja off his feet and brought his
staff down onto the ninja's skull.  A loud crack announced the death of
the second ninja.  Ron felt it coming this time, and rolled out of the
way of the third throwing star, which embedded itself into a tree
twenty feet behind him.  Ron squared off against the staff ninja.  
    Neither one was willing to make an error as they circled
around each other.  Suddenly, the ninja lunged with a side attack.  Ron
stepped inward to a sideways block, parried the staff downward, then
swung around and thrust his staff toward the ninja's face.  The thrust
was so hard it actually penetrated the skull.  The third ninja was
history.  
    Ron was faced now with only one more ninja.  This one
pulled out a chain whip.  One of the few weapons with longer reach than
the staff, the ninja swung at him from safety.  Though Ron attempted to
parry and block, the whip was a very flexible weapon, and Ron was
lashed several times in the face and upper body.  
    Suddenly, the ninja lashed his whip and caught Ron's
staff.  He jerked, and Ron was now weaponless.  Ron circled, rolled,
and dodged, but was still caught many times by the sting of the whip. 
He was cut, bleeding, in pain, and his energy was fading.  He had only
one shot left.  
    He formed his staff again.  The ninja kept lashing at him
until he caught the staff once more.  This time, however, Ron was ready
for it.  Ron stepped in and pulled, hard.  The ninja, unprepared for
the attack, was pulled into range.  Ron swung his staff with all his
might, connecting with the ninja's right temple.  The ninja was thrown
six feet away, and did not move again.  
    Ron limped away from this "victory".  He was unsure just
how much more he could take.  He sat for some time near the stream,
allowing his body to heal, mostly.  His blood had been replaced, and
his body was as ready as he could make it.  His confidence in himself,
however, was badly shaken.  *If I can't even beat a group of normal
fighters, can I really face Mordreon?  Sure, I've won both battles, but
the cost has been very high.  I'm feeling weak, and a good deal of my
energy has been drained.  What will happen next?  And will I be able to
handle it?  *
    Ron traveled on through this world of unreality. 
Eventually, he found his way into a small village.  People in it were
going about their business, completely ignorant of the struggle he
faced.  Or, most of them were.  
    As Ron walked his way slowly up the main street, he was
approached by an incredibly beautiful woman.  She stood 5' 10" tall,
with flowing black hair to her lower back, and piercing green eyes. 
Her chest was more than ample, at least a D-cup.  Her face shone with
innocence and concern.  She moved toward Ron immediately upon noticing
him.  
    "Pardon, sire, but you appear to be injured.  Would you
care for rest, and some food?" 
    "Yes, m'lady, I would."  *M'lady?  Where the hell did
*that* come from?  *"What is your name?" 
    "I am Constance, sire.  Please, come to my home, and I will
tend you."  She led him down a side street, toward a modest home.  She
led him in, and invited him to sit.  
    "I'm afraid all I have is some thin stew, but I hope that
you will partake of it."  She placed a bowl in front of him.  Wary, he
sniffed at it, but could sense nothing wrong with it.  Tasting it, he
realized how hungry he really was.  He ate as quickly as manners
allowed.  
    After finishing the meal, Ron thanked his hostess.  As he
rose to leave, she placed a hand on his arm.  
    "Please, sire.  You are not ready to travel.  You need time
to rest and recover from your wounds."  
    "I appreciate your concern, but I must be traveling on.  I
am on a quest of some import."  
    Constance leaned closer.  "Please, sire.  It has been so
long since I have had company, and truly you are in need of caring
for.  At least lie down and rest a while before journeying further."  
    Ron saw the wisdom in her words.  He was very tired from
the fighting, and weary from the walking.  "Very well.  Thank you,
m'lady, for your kindness."  She led him to a small bedroom, where she
directed him to lie down.  
    Upon lying down, he closed his eyes.  When he heard the
swish of cloth, he opened them again to see what was up.  He found
Constance standing before him now, utterly naked, except for a silk
scarf around her neck.  Without a word, she removed his pants, with
only minimal help from Ron.  
    Her mouth engulfed his cock.  Her tongue slid smoothly
along its underside, and her teeth grazed it lightly as she moved her
mouth up and down along its length.  She managed to take his entire
length into her mouth, and Ron felt the back of her throat caress the
head of his dick.  
    Constance continued this action until Ron was good and
hard.  Then, almost reluctantly, she let his cock slip out of her
mouth.  Rising, she straddled Ron, and impaled herself on his shaft.  A
soft hiss escaped her lips as she sank fully onto his rock-hard dick. 
As she began a slow rhythm, Ron reached up and fondled her breasts. 
They were firm, with no sag.  Her nipples were hot points against his
palms.  He kneaded them gently, rolling them around on her chest.  
    Constance's pace grew faster, and her tits were bouncing
merrily.  Ron was grunting and thrusting, meeting Constance's stride. 
He could tell she was building to a big climax, and he knew his was not
far off.  
    As she reached her peak, her hands flew up behind her
head.  Ron had almost no warning before he saw the glint of steel.  Her
moans of pleasure turned into a howl of rage as she brandished the
dagger above her head, poised to strike.  The moment could not have
lasted more than a half-second, but as their eyes met, it stretched
into an eternity.  
    Before she could strike, Ron used his telekinetic extension
to throw her off him.  She flew across the room, striking the wall and
slumping to the floor.  The knife dropped from her hand, and she seemed
unconscious.  
    Ron redressed, and walked over to her.  She was stirring by
now, and he knew the fight would be renewed.  He was in no mood to deal
with this crazed lunatic.  He took her head gently between his hands,
and looked into her half open eyes.  The fight had left her for the
moment.  She merely looked back at him and said, "You know you have to
do it."  Then she closed her eyes.  
    Quickly, before his resolve left him, he grasped her head
more firmly, and twisted violently.  The "snap!" of her neck was the
most disgusting sound he had ever heard.  Without looking back, he got
up and left the home.  
    Ron nearly ran out of the village, not stopping or looking
around.  He was unsure of where to go now, but his senses told him to
keep heading toward the mountains, toward the sun.  
    Ron walked on for what seemed like hours, or even days. 
The sun, strangely, never moved.  It remained transfixed in the sky. 
Ron stopped from time to time to rest, to try to recover from his
attacks.  *I can't even count on the kindness of others here.  This
mission is not going as well as I'd hoped.  *
    Finally, Ron saw something in the distance.  He
instinctively knew it was his ultimate destination.  It reminded him of
Stonehenge, though the work was more modern, and more elaborate.  As he
entered the stone circle, up marble steps, he saw a fountain pool in
the center.  Across the circle from him he saw Kumiko, chained to one
of the stone pillars.  The look in her eyes was terror, but Ron knew
the terror wasn't only for herself, but for him as well.  
    And well it should be.  Out from behind one of the pillars
stepped Mordreon.  Twelve feet tall, he towered almost to the tops of
the pillars.  He was black all over, but not as if that were his color,
but more as if he had been charred in an immense fire.  His face was
covered in open blisters, along with the horns and spikes that
protruded from it.  His hands were immense, and had claws instead of
fingernails.  His body was armor-plated, and he had the tail of the
dragon.  Though he wasn't breathing fire, Ron wouldn't have been
surprised if he did.  
    "So, the weakling wishes to challenge the great Mordreon? 
You puny mortal!  You are no match for a demon of my caliber!"
Mordreon's laugh boomed throughout the gallery.  
     Ron stood silently, attempting to prepare himself for what
was to come.  Mordreon clapped his hands together, and thunder
resounded across the sky.  Lightning crashed just outside the arena.  
    "Neat trick," replied Ron.  He elevated his mental shield
strength to maximum.  If this battle took more than a few minutes, he
was toast.  
    It would not, however.  Mordreon drew his hands together,
and a massive ball of psionic energy formed.  He released it at Ron,
who thought he was ready.  Instead of passing around him as expected,
however, the energy ball crashed right through his shield.  Ron was
flung back fifty feet, and crashed into a column.  Ron slid down the
column into near unconsciousness.  He stumbled to his feet, and
prepared an attack of his own.  
     This was not to be, however.  Mordreon, laughing in a
mocking tone, charged Ron, picked him up high over his head, and flung
him into the fountain.  Ron plunged fifteen feet down under the water
before hitting his head on the bottom.  Though painful, it didn't knock
him out.  Ron thrust himself skyward, rising fifty feet above the
water, and blasted down a full-force energy strike of his own. 
Mordreon brushed it aside as if it were a mosquito.  
    The demon issued forth a blast of scalding wind.  Ron was
blown off balance, and began to fall.  He caught himself before hitting
the ground, but could not prevent Mordreon from delivering a kick into
his side.  Once again Ron found himself hurtling through the air toward
a large stone edifice.  He crashed against the pillar and slumped to
the ground.  Ron had almost no energy left.  He realized that all the
previous fights had drained him more than he thought.  
    Mordreon advanced, and Ron knew he was finished.  He didn't
even have the strength left to rise to his feet to meet the attack.  He
had only enough strength to raise his head to look at Kumiko and
whisper, "I'm sorry."  
    Mordreon was towering over him now.  Ron looked up at him,
though his vision was blurring.  Mordreon cackled at the man-child
before him.  "You were no match for me, whelp!  Now, you will die
here!" 
    As Mordreon raised his hands for the final assault,
lightning cracked.  But this bolt was not outside the arena.  It struck
Mordreon full force, zapping him a good hundred feet away.  Ron blessed
his luck as he closed his eyes and laid down his head.  Just before
passing out, he felt soft hands lifting him from the ground.  
    *Whatever it is, it'll wait.  *



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