The Order

With the bullet removed and Kevin healed and out of danger, the doctor stopped the induced coma, letting him sleep naturally until his body determined to wake up. Even though his physical damage was taken care of by Lane and Bryan, Kevin’s soul was drained from being so close to death and would take time to recover. With Ken and Bryan’s help, the doctor transferred Kevin from the operating table, comfortably situating him in a bed.

Leaving Ken and Bryan to finish with Kevin, the doctor moved to Bill’s bedside, saying, “Now we must see to William.”

Attached to the doctor’s equipment, Bill initially showed signs of neurological distress. Whatever happened when he touched the skull triggered massive hemorrhaging in the soft tissues of his head, causing extensive bleeding from his eyes, nose, and ears.

The blood loss was significant due to the length of time he was unconscious before Ken and Brad found him. Lane and Bryan healed his physical damage, and he appeared to be resting comfortably, but he remained unconscious, and the doctor wasn’t sure why.

Bill’s mind was shut off, and whatever happened during the time he was unconscious remained a mystery.  Any attempt to read his mind or merge with him was unsuccessful, as if he were somewhere else.

Except for Brad, who stayed with the doctor at Bill’s bedside, the rest of the guys moved to the kitchen to talk quietly among themselves, anxiously awaiting any news about Bill.

With Bill and Kevin absent from their link, it felt even stranger without Rick, Loy, and Albrecht, who were still in the Bahamas and not due back for another few days. 

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“Bradford.”

“Yes, sir?”

“Where is the skull you found in William’s hand?”

“It’s still in the car, sir. I didn’t want to bring it in until you were ready, in case there was some danger. I’ll go get it.”

Heading out to their Explorer, Brad retrieved the box from the back of the car. As soon as he entered the door, Pat glanced over, catching sight of the box and his Avatar blazed to life on his shoulder. 

Staggering against the kitchen counter, his eyes white, Pat exclaimed, “Fuck me!”

The connection between the skull and Bill was the most potent Pat had seen yet, and his Avatar’s reaction caught him off guard. His mind and vision went haywire from the information flooding into him. His body tensed, and Ken heard the countertop crack where Pat’s hands clenched the edge of the counter.

His reflexes lightning-fast, Ken grabbed Pat to steady him.

“Whoa Pat, what’s wrong?!”

When Pat reacted to the box, Darren instinctively delved into his partner to protect him.  A bright nimbus appeared around the two men from the shield Darren threw over them in case it was another attack by The Enemy. Brad and Lane intuitively followed, their own shields raised to protect themselves and their partners.

Through Pat, Darren knew whatever was in the box was dangerous and it disappeared from Brad’s hands, appearing on a lab workstation on the far side of the room.

Pat ran to Bill’s room, still absorbing and interpreting the connection between the skull and his buddy. He focused, and as hard as it was, let the knowledge fill him.

Fuck, this is bad! Dar, back off. My Avatar will shield me, but I don’t want you caught up in any of this.

Reluctantly, Darren pulled back, staying only on the surface of Pat’s mind.  He stayed deep enough to feel Pat’s reaction at what he took in, while letting Pat feel his presence. 

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Watching Pat intently, the doctor realized what was happening and waited for his Avatar to finish, holding up a hand when Ken started to ask what was going on. His body tense and forehead furrowed from the intensity of what he experienced, all eyes remained on Pat while he took in everything his Avatar revealed. Finally, his tattoo dimmed to a soft pulse, and letting out a heavy sigh, his shoulders slumped.

With a pained expression, he thought: Shit. This isn’t good.

As soon as Pat’s Avatar quieted, Darren was back in his mind and heart at the speed of thought, reading everything Pat now Understood. He took them both deep for a brief second to rest in one another, and give Pat time to recover. In that split second, they spent minutes in one another and holding each other close.

Darren’s hands roamed over Pat’s body, rubbing his chest, shoulders, and arms, wanting Pat to feel his touch and soothe the tension in him.

Thanks, Dar. Fuck, you’re so good to me.

No more than you deserve, Pat.

After a brief pause, Darren’s dimples showed.

You know I’ll use any excuse to get my hands on you.

Laughing, Pat replied: As if you need an excuse. You’ve had carte blanche from day one.

Well, in that case…

Pat’s body was tight with emotion, and the warmth of Darren's hands helped calm him. It took a few minutes, but Pat started to relax. Their concern for Bill still foremost in their thoughts, before long, Darren thought: We need to get back to it. Feel better?

Yeah, thanks. Love you.

Kissing Darren’s cheek, Pat tightened his arms around him one last time.

Darren brought them both back up, sending a thought to the rest of the guys.

Sorry about jumping the gun with the shield, guys. Let’s get back together so you can see what this is about.

Taking a deep breath, Pat said, “Alright doc, I Understand Bill’s Avatar and how it works, and the skull is responsible for what’s happening with him. His Avatar reacted as soon as he touched it, and he absorbed the lifetime of memories and experiences of whoever it was.

“You know when we first awaken how our Avatars are hypersensitive? Well, that skull is from someone who lived a very long and powerful life, and it overwhelmed Bill. His Body has already absorbed the experiences and memories of someone who lived hundreds of years, and he’s holding it off from entering his mind. Bill’s there, deep inside himself. He created a trap in his own mind to protect himself, and he’s stuck there.”

The doctor, ever calm, thought: Bradford, would you please reach out to Albrecht? I think his insight will be helpful to solve this mystery.

Brad’s eyes turned white as he cast his thoughts out to contact Albrecht, Rick, and Loy. Once he knew they weren’t in the middle of something critical, he pulled them into the link. Creating a construct of the lab, he brought them in along with everyone else, deliberately going deep for the time differential.

Albrecht, Rick, and Loy appeared along with the doctor, Ken, Lane and Bryan, and Pat and Darren; the only two missing were Kevin and Bill, their absence painfully apparent by the empty chairs awaiting their return.

Pat’s frustration over not Understanding exactly what happened was evident. Something was going on his Avatar wasn’t able to show him. Identifying to whom the skull belonged and its significance was information his Avatar wasn’t designed for.

Sitting beside Pat, Ken put a hand on his shoulder, saying, “Don’t go there, Pat. We already know more than we did ‘cause of you.”

The doctor continued, “What you have already revealed, Patrick, will allow us to help William. If we are able to save him, he will have you to thank first and foremost. You have done well.”

Pat felt the support of everyone in the room, and Darren squeezed his hand tighter.

I love you, Pat. You rock.

Accepting their support, Pat let it drive off his negative thoughts.

Taking a deep breath, he said, “Okay guys, first off here’s what I was able to find out about Bill’s Avatar. It’s a bit like mine in that it’s based on knowledge, but it’s as different as Bryan’s and Loy’s; related but different aspects.”

Looking at Brad, the doctor asked, “Bradford, would you display William’s Avatar on the main screen? Patrick’s, too, please.”

The Ops board came to life with the images of Bill’s and Pat’s Avatars, and as Pat noted, the symbols were similar but subtly different.

“Albrecht, you have studied the runes more than I. Based on what Patrick has shared, can you elaborate?”

“The core meaning of Bill’s Avatar is ‘to know.’ Yours, Pat, is ‘to understand.’ Whereas you Understand the connections between things and how they work, Bill will see the knowledge of the objects or people themselves. When he touches a person, he will know them down to their core being; who they are, and everything about them, as if he had merged with them completely with no secrets or deceptions. This is an incredibly powerful ability, mainly because it cannot be shielded against. Bill will know by touching an object what it is, who held it, who made it, and how it was made. Essentially, he will know its history and everything about it. His ability extends to locations, as well as objects. Between his Avatar and yours Pat, there are few secrets in this world you cannot fathom.”

Making the connection with what happened to Bill, Brad’s eyes flew wide, and he exclaimed, “It was a trap! The skull was a trap! Doc, how could The Enemy have known what Bill’s Avatar would be before he awakened? This was deliberate!”

Everyone’s eyes widened, and a ripple of shock went through the link. Was The Enemy that powerful?

Seeing their reaction, the doctor calmly said, “Even if they were able to do so, do not think the information came at little or no cost. Yes, there are beings that can move outside of time. You have met some. Perhaps with time and practice, Bradford, you could do the same by moving through the veil. But that knowledge is only useful for short periods. It is part of the paradox of time and free will within the multiverse. The further away you try to look at a particular event, action, or decision, the less reliable the information gleaned within that reality is. Only truly powerful beings in the Higher Orders can see all possible futures within a single reality with any degree of accuracy.

He continued, “I do think you are correct, Bradford, that the skull was a trap set specifically for William. Which means The Enemy does not wish William to discover someone’s or something’s identity. That is an issue we can ponder after he is safely back with us.”

Brad’s voice was subdued as he said, “Guys, Bill did what we trained ourselves to do. Pat said he’s deep within himself in a trap of his own making. We learned to do that as an absolute last resort to protect ourselves and prevent being taken over or controlled if we’re caught off guard or overwhelmed. If Bill is that deep and he’s been there since last night, it’s been years for him with the time differential.”

Silent, they all looked at one another as Brad’s statement sank in. The thought of being alone and away from their partners for such a long time was unthinkable. The loneliness Bill must feel, and not knowing if he would be rescued sent a chill through the link. One of their brothers, one of their own, was trapped in his own mind for what he perceived as years in a prison of his own making.

Brad felt as though he had let Bill down by not recognizing what had happened.

Sending his words privately to Brad, Ken thought: Stop right there, B. There’s no way you could ‘a known Bill would trap himself because he touched somethin’. Maybe if he had a fight with one of those suit wearin’ goons, but not from touchin’ a piece of bone. None of us, includin’ you, knew what his Avatar was so there’s no way any of us could ‘a predicted that. You didn’t let him down. But I guaran-damn-tee you we’re gonna’ fix this and get him back.

Ken asked the obvious, “So how can we help him? Can we figure out a way ‘ta talk with him? We have ‘ta let him know we’re workin’ on gettin’ him out.”

Brad replied, “The only way to talk to him would be to break through the barrier he’s hiding behind, and whatever he’s holding back would be loose. I’m not sure it’s something we could shield him against… it’s what his Avatar is wired to do. Doc, do you have any ideas?”

“There might be a way for you to reach him Bradford, but it is not without risk. Kenneth might even be able to accompany you, and while that might give William comfort, it does not solve our dilemma.”

Bryan surprised everyone when he blurted out, “I think Kevin’s the key to saving Bill.”

As soon as Bryan spoke, a gleam of understanding came to the doctor’s eyes.

“Yes, my boy, I believe you are correct. Well done. Since this is your thought, please continue.”

Bryan blushed, lowering his head, not liking the attention and recognition. Rubbing a hand roughly across the back of his neck, he took a deep breath. Encouragement to continue filled the link, and with a grin, Ken winked at him. Bryan scowled back in mock anger.

“Well, we’ve known from the start we complement one another. As buddies and partners, what we feel for one another and how we support each other has gotten us this far. After our last transformation and with our Avatars waking up, I think it’s even more obvious.

“Something’s playing around with our lives, not just The Enemy but The Order too, or maybe something different, and it pisses me off. What we are and what we’re becoming needs to happen. I’m not saying the deck is stacked in our favor, but we need the chance to succeed or fail, and we can’t do that if Bill is gone. I think whoever, or whatever, gave us our Avatars did it knowing something like this might happen to any of us, and our partners will be our best bet in keeping each other safe so we can survive long enough to meet the challenge, whatever that challenge is.”

The doctor nodded proudly, and Lane reached over, thumping Bryan’s shoulder in approval. That might have been the most any of them had ever heard Bryan say at one time.

Ken sent a private thought to Bryan.

Good job, Bry. You never cease ‘ta amaze me, bud. There’s always so much more goin’ on in that noodle of yours than you let on. I’m proud of you.

Blushing at Ken’s praise, Bryan responded with a mental grunt.

It’s nothing.

The doctor responded, “Well said, my boy, well said. I believe you are correct. There are forces guiding events, and I, like you, am not particularly pleased to be a puppet. Albrecht and I have thought this for some time. In fact, I believe a pattern is emerging in your abilities. Once we are all safe and back up to full health, it is something we need to address as a team, but first things first. If Kevin is William’s best chance as Bryan surmised, we must get him awake and restored as quickly as possible. William has already perceived years of time inside his prison, and the longer we take, the more time will pass exponentially for him.”

Ken asked, “Doc, what did you mean about me and Brad bein’ able ‘ta get to Bill?”

“Bradford has not yet studied the writings of Brother Jaalam. I have been reading them in the evenings while Albrecht is with Richard and Loy. Brother Jaalam was able to send his soul across the veil, the only other member of The Order before Bradford to have this ability. Fortunately for us, he kept a journal of his experiences.

“I believe, Bradford, if you can locate William from the other side of the veil, you can pass through and appear within his prison without the need to break it. With your souls merged, your Avatar should allow Kenneth to travel with you, and accompany you on your journey.

“You will also be stronger and safer together, however, it puts Kenneth at risk if anything should happen to you. If for some reason you had to separate, Kenneth would be trapped with no way back.”

“Doc, I’ve never tried to cross intentionally. I’m not even sure how I did it that first time.”

“I can help with that as well. I will share with you what I have read, and it will allow you to cross, however, finding William will be up to you.”

The apprehension in Brad was clear, not about making the attempt but at taking Ken with him.

“I know the risks, B. If you’re goin’, you’re takin’ me with you.”

Reaching over, Ken took Brad’s hand, squeezing it tightly.

Remember, B, together we’re unstoppable. I trust you. We need ‘ta do this for Bill.

Ken said, “Alright, doc, Brad’n I will make it ‘ta Bill. You and the guys get Kevin back up and figure out how ‘ta undo whatever the skull did to him. I know everybody’s aware of this, but I’m gonna say it anyway. We have ‘ta move fast for Bill’s sake. As of now, we’re on mission status. Everyone stay sharp. This is one of our own at risk.”

Brad took them all out of his construct and back to the lab. Everyone was still linked and shared a sense of urgency for Bill and what being in the real world meant for him. Rick, Loy, and Albrecht returned to their bodies in the Bahamas.

Ken and Brad went into one of the exam rooms, pulling two beds together so they could be side by side. The doctor followed and stood by their bedside.

“There is a technique to mask your presence once you cross. Brother Jaalam did not have the benefit of your nephilim heritage, and it was far more dangerous for him to travel there, so he discovered ways to hide and stay safe that should serve you well. Remember, there is a drain on your physical bodies here while you are there. You can stay too long. If you find it too difficult or are unable to find William, come back.”

“I understand, doc. We’ll be careful, sir. I promise.”

Delving into one another, Brad and Ken took a deep breath, their energy centers open and bright. Ken squeezed Brad’s hand as their minds and hearts wrapped around one another, settling into their deep, intimate connection. Their breath caught, and their eyes watered as they rested in one another. With the doctor standing so close, the effects of their bond washed over him.

Sliding into their shared mind, he imparted the knowledge of Brother Jaalam’s journal to both of them. Deeply linked, the doctor became acutely aware of their love for him as a father, for their brothers, and their urgency and anxiety for Bill.

He also saw how powerful they were becoming, but with no hint of ego. In fact, their noble traits were highly apparent, and the doubts and fears that had begun creeping into the back of his mind quieted.

Emotions he seldom expressed outwardly were clear to them as well.  His doubts shamed him, but they lifted him up, letting him know there was no need for shame or regret. They understood his concerns and loved him unconditionally as he taught them they should.

Using the knowledge the doctor imparted, Brad lifted their minds and souls out of their bodies. Joined as one, a single ball of light floated in the air above them. Their faces relaxed, looking peaceful, and their bodies went slack. The orb hovered for a brief moment and then vanished as Brad slipped them across the veil.

Aaron realized their gift to him by linking before he passed on his knowledge. They wanted him to feel their love for him, for each other, and for their brothers. Brad noticed the looks between the doctor and Albrecht and wanted him to feel their trust. Their action brought a tear to his eye because he realized deep down, he started to fear how powerful they were becoming, and that fear could easily become mistrust.

With the pattern emerging as their Avatars awakened, his massive intellect was connecting the dots of the purpose behind them, and the implications were terrifying if they ever decided to use their abilities selfishly or to evil intent.

Brad and Ken proved his fears groundless. His sons always exceeded his expectations, and this time was no different. Chastising himself for his doubts, he counted himself blessed to have such amazing young men in his life, and promised himself he would discuss everything with Albrecht and then with all of the men once they were back together. His faith in them was not misplaced, and he must not let their faith in him be misplaced either. 

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Brad knew immediately when they crossed, having the same sense of being bodiless that he had experienced during his previous visit. Across the veil, he and Ken were in a purely spiritual realm of existence, and standard physics most likely wouldn’t apply.

Ken’s apprehension at not having a physical presence was clear. As the representation of the body in their relationship and with his Avatar oriented to physicality, Brad knew he might be disoriented.

Typically, when they merged deeply, their minds interpreted their thoughts and perceptions into a physical representation of a body and their surroundings, but that didn’t apply in the spiritual realm and would take some getting used to. Brad held Ken closer, wanting to give him a little certainty and comfort.

You okay, big guy?

As long as I’m with you, B, I’ll always be alright.

Smooth talker.

Well, I don’t wanna piss you off. If you ditch me here, it’s not like I can call a cab. So, what now?

Well, first, let me try that cloaking trick. There are beings here that might not be happy to see us. If we stumble on a friend that’s great, but I don’t want any conflicts if we can avoid them.

Concentrating, Brad inverted their energy flows as described in Brother Jaalam's writings. It seemed easy enough and only took a minute to get the hang of it, but with no visual reference, it was hard to tell if it was working.

Alright, now to try and find Bill. I have an idea, but I’m not sure if it’ll work.

Brad held the image of Bill’s Avatar in his mind.

Ken, hold this image in your thoughts and concentrate on it. If we focus on that and want to move towards it, I’m hoping we’ll head towards Bill.

Both of them experienced a strange sense of vertigo as if they remained stationary with everything moving around them. With no physical reference and being unfamiliar with the laws of the spiritual realm, they had no idea how far they would need to travel to find Bill. In the lab, they were mere feet away from Bill’s unconscious body, but there was no telling where his mind might be across the veil.

Continuing for a time, neither discerned any noticeable difference in their surroundings or sensed the presence of any beings. Brad’s unconscious mind, working on his behalf, sent a thought to the back of his mind.

What was happening reminded him of something… yes! During Ken’s capture and torture, Brad had what he thought at the time was a dream. The dark place he found himself in… he started moving until he saw the image of Ken on a table under a bright spotlight. Movement in that place wasn’t directional. There was distance, but direction didn’t matter.

B, that sounds a bit fucked up. How can there be distance but no direction?

I’m beginning to figure this place out. I’m going about this all wrong. At the rate we’re going, we’ll never find Bill. I know it sounds weird, but we aren’t in a physical realm and need to stop thinking in terms we’re familiar with. Keep holding the image of Bill’s Avatar in your mind but stop trying to move.

Ken had an excellent visual memory, using it to good advantage in his workouts to isolate muscles he wanted to focus on, and the image of Bill’s Avatar held steady and clear in his mind. Unexpected resolve came from Ken, and even though they didn’t have bodies, Brad felt Ken’s hands on his shoulders in support.

You got this, B.

Clarity accompanied the feeling, and Brad sensed Bill’s Avatar. It didn’t take long before they were close, but he also detected something dark. The image of Bill’s Avatar changed in his mind, and a smoky black nimbus shadowed the runic symbol.

I’m sensin’ it too, B. This doesn’t look good. It feels cold.

As they approached, voices argued and Brad stopped immediately, hoping his cloak was working. He sensed six beings total.

This disturbance needs to be cleansed. It is an affront to this place!

No! You can see it pervades both realms. If you cleanse it here you will kill our cousin on the other side, and that I will not permit.

You cannot prevent us! We outnumber you, Istariel! You are alone in this!

Brad recognized one of the voices as the nephilim he met on his first visit across the veil. Brad felt Ken’s approval even as he formed his thought. Dropping their cloak, Brad raised a defensive shield around himself and Ken, and in that place they shone like a small sun.

He isn’t alone. Now back off! No one is doing anything that will hurt our friend on the other side.

The various nephilim sensed the strength and power in Brad and Ken, and the five antagonists moved back in surprise as Brad moved beside Istariel.

I commend your timing, Brad Wilson. Greetings once again, my friend, and to you, Ken Habersham.

Hello again, Istariel. At least now I know your name.

You do not belong here! You have no business interfering in our affairs, half-breed! This evil must be removed!

Our friends on the other side are working on rescuing Bill. This disturbance should go away when they figure out how to do that. You have The Enemy to thank for this. They set a trap for him that’s causing the disturbance. If you have a little patience this will be gone soon enough, but if you push me, you’ll find out what this half-breed is capable of.

Shit, B, this is a real let down. I thought this place was gonna be special. So much for a ‘higher-order’ of bein’.

While they talked, more nephilim appeared around them.

Istariel: It looks as if we are in for a fight after all, Brad Wilson. I hope you are as strong as I believe you are. If you wish to save your friend, do not hold back.

Ken’s thoughts were for Brad alone.

I’m with you, B. Pull whatever you need from me and kick their collective asses.

Ken, you have no idea how strong I am when you’re with me like this. I hate to say it, but if it weren’t for the urgency to get to Bill, I think I’d enjoy this. I’ve wanted to cut loose just once and see what I can do.

I know what ‘ya mean. Just let me know what I can do other than float here lookin’ handsome. Damn, I’m gettin' hard just thinkin’ about what you’re about ‘ta do.

Need I remind you that you don’t have a dick right now?

Well, I hope my body isn’t sportin’ a woody back in the lab. I’m sure feelin’ somethin’. Just thinkin’ about you kickin’ ass is gettin’ me worked up. Now let’s get these fuckers out of the way so we can get ‘ta Bill.

Brad knew what Ken was doing, and his ploy worked. Confident and focused, Brad had no doubts in his mind as to what he was about to do.

The leader of the band of nephilim, whether in ignorance or arrogance, ignored Brad and Istariel. He and his cohorts surrounded the blackness, about to start whatever it was they were going to do.

Pulling their souls tighter, Brad and Ken filled each other up, aware of how good and perfect it felt. They were meant not only to be together but to be each other, more than the sum of their individual selves. Being one, especially in the spiritual realm, made them powerful.

Istariel sensed the buildup, perceiving the arcs of energy flaring off Brad and Ken as their shared love filled them until they were about to burst.

Hey fuckers, I told you I wasn’t going to let you do anything to hurt my buddy. You should have listened.

Cutting loose with the pent-up power within him, a storm of chain lightning exploded from Brad, sending bolts of spiritual and mental energy arcing out into the nephilim. He heard their exclamations of pain and surprise, and continued for a moment, letting them writhe in agony.

Istariel told him not to hold back, but he didn’t want to kill them and stopped his attack. Knowing the key to making his point was the leader, he let the others flee while mentally grabbing the leader and pulling him over.

I didn’t want to do that, but you left me no choice. Next time I won’t be so lenient, and I’ll take the advice of my friend here and not hold back. Now I’m going to let you go so you can float off and do whatever it is you do here when you aren’t being a dick to strangers.

The nephilim didn’t say anything, and as soon as Brad released him, he fled.

B, if Istariel says ‘Indeed you are powerful…’ I won’t be able ‘ta control myself.

Laughing, Brad gave Ken the equivalent of a tight hug.

I told you, man, it’s all you. I’m not even breathing hard, and neither are you. That felt damn good.

Istariel stayed silent, observing them. Waiting for him to say something, after a moment Brad asked: Istariel, is something wrong?

I am frightened of you and your brothers, Brad Wilson. I have followed you from the first time your minds awoke when Lane Weaver played the song he dreamt and began to unlock your heritage. I have held true and counseled others to trust you and trust in the doctor, who has guided your lives. He is a good man and far greater than you know.

What you accomplished with so little effort is truly frightening, and there are only two of you here. What all of you could do together is unthinkable. Once you reach your full potential, there are few beings capable of withstanding you if you ever turn from the light.

Brad and Ken heard his words, and more importantly, with Brad’s Avatar of compassion and wisdom, he understood Istariel’s fears. There was one thing keeping Istariel and the others of the spiritual realm from understanding why their concerns wouldn’t be realized. They didn’t know, and could not comprehend the love Brad and Ken shared, not only between the two of them, but with their brothers, the doctor and Albrecht, and for the humans they protected. The part of them that was human and mankind’s greatest gift.

Their capacity for love sets them apart from beings like the nephilim, and as original, unfallen men, Brad and Ken loved even stronger.  Brad wasn’t sure Istariel would ever be able to conceive what that meant but felt he needed to make the gesture.

Istariel, I understand your fears. We both do. I’m not sure what we can do to gain your trust, but if you like, I will open myself to you and let you look, however deeply you want. I’ll be defenseless and at your mercy, so you can kill us both if you wish because if you kill me here, Ken will die with me.

You know the human side of us relies on faith; faith in ourselves, our love for one another, our brothers, the doctor and Albrecht, even in The Order. I feel for you because I don’t think you have that option. You can’t choose to believe these things because they are a part of you, so you have no need for faith, or love. I wish you could feel for someone what I feel for Ken, but I don’t think you’re wired for it. I’m willing to take that chance if you want to look, and then you can choose for yourself if you think we are worthy of what we’re becoming.

As Brad spoke, three other nephilim appeared behind Istariel. Brad and Ken were sure they were the other three from the gym the day of their first major awakening. Istariel remained still and quiet, and Brad knew they spoke among themselves. As curious as he was, he did not try to listen.

After a few moments of silence, Istariel said: I choose not to look, Brad Wilson. Your offer, and putting your lives at my mercy is enough. We will continue to trust in you and your brothers. I will keep… faith… in you all.

Thank you, Istariel. We won’t let you down.  If you or any of your friends ever have any doubts or questions, come find Ken or me, and I swear we will always be truthful with you no matter what.

Now that my cousins are with me, we will protect this place until your friends find a way to cleanse it and save William Brennan.

Thanks again, Istariel.

Keep the light, my friends.

Tightening the shield around himself and Ken, Brad moved into the midst of the darkness. As soon as they were on top of Bill’s Avatar, Brad slipped them across the veil back into the physical realm and inside Bill’s mind. 

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Bill lay on the floor, staring at nothing. He had relived many memories trying to pass the time but soon discovered the deeper he went, the worse it made things. First, it made time pass even more slowly, but it also reminded him of what he might never have again. It might be better if he was human and just go insane. Every time he reached that point, Kevin’s presence surrounded him, not letting him go down that path. The half of his soul that was Kevin’s fought him, not for its own survival, but for his.

As time passed, Bill was unaware of the change in his appearance. His physical form expressed his mental state, and in his loneliness and despair, Bill’s body and face had aged. His hair was ragged and rough, and an unkempt beard covered his face and neck. His hair, usually a rich, dark brown, was dull, highlighted with hints of gray, and his blue eyes were pale and bloodshot.

At first, he didn’t notice the ball of light that appeared inside the small room he was in. It bobbed a few seconds, and the movement when it split in two caught his attention. Panicking, he was afraid his defenses slipped and let something through. With the constant pressure against his shield, he was fearful that might eventually happen.

The orbs quickly grew into the outline of two men, and when the light faded, Ken and Brad stood in front of him. On seeing their buddy, and realizing the extent of his plight, their smiles faltered at his appearance. Bill stared, not believing it was them, thinking his mind had finally cracked and he was hallucinating.

Ken said, “Bill? Buddy? It’s us. We’re here.”

At the sound of Ken’s voice, Bill’s throat locked and his breath caught in his chest. His lip quivering, his gray eyes filled with thick, hot tears of too many emotions. He got up slowly, hesitantly, afraid that if he moved too quickly, they would disappear.

Brad said, “Bill, we’re really here. God, man, we’re sorry it took so long, but we’re here, and we aren’t leaving until we get you out of this place.”

The only thing he managed to squeak out was “Fuck, guys…”

Launching himself, his arms outstretched, he caught them in a bear hug, pulling them against him with desperate strength, shaking with sobs.

Ken and Brad held him tight in their arms and, even more importantly, in their minds, hearts, and souls. Their love and support wrapped around him just like their arms, refreshing his mind and soul, and for the first time in what he perceived as years, the pressure on his mind receded.

It took Bill a long time to get himself under control, and when he finally pulled back to look at their faces his eyes were crystal blue, his beard gone, and his hair back to its rich, dark brown. The smile on his face belied his words.

“Fuck me, fellas, what the hell took you so long? And why isn’t Kevin’s sorry ass with you?”

Their smiles faded at his question, and Ken said, “Don’t worry, Bill, but Kev couldn’t come with us. He’s gonna be fine, but he was hurt pretty bad by the guys who set the trap for you. The fellas are gettin’ him back up so he can get you outta this mess. We’re pretty sure he’s the key to gettin’ you outta here safe with your noodles intact.”

Bill’s anxiety spiked at the mention of Kevin being hurt, and Brad shared the memories of what happened, ending with Kevin asleep and recovering.

“We came ‘ta be with you while the guys get him up and figure out a way ‘ta get you outta here. We aren’t goin’ anywhere until that happens, so you’re stuck with us for a while.”

Ruffling Bill’s hair affectionately, Ken said, “We’re here ‘ta keep you company whether you like it or not.”

Ken pulled Bill back into another hug, letting his buddy know how much he meant to him. 

<><><>  

Aaron stood motionless after Brad and Ken vanished. Even with the seriousness of what was happening with Bill and Kevin, relief washed through him. Bryan’s thoughts about their focus and direction were correct, and Aaron was certain they had the means to help Kevin and Bill. Brad would have made things easier with his clarity and strength, but the doctor was not without his own abilities.

We must work quickly. I have a plan, but first we must gather together. Meet in the conference room, please. Lane, will you keep everyone linked?

In seconds, Pat, Darren, Lane, and Bryan gathered in the main conference room. Lane brought their minds together, and the doctor’s confidence and sense of purpose were clear, making them feel better.

Bradford’s range makes things easier, but since he is not here, we will have to manage. Lane, I know you could reach Albrecht through your own means, but you will need all your strength for what I have planned.

Placing his hands on his chest, the doctor formed a diamond with his forefingers and thumbs, emitting a small ball of light. Holding out his hand, the orb hovered over his palm, bobbing softly. His brow furrowed slightly, and the ball of light shot through the wall.

Now, Darren, I need you to get Albrecht, Loy, and Richard here. Richard will be a challenge, but Lane can assist you so it will not be as draining. For what I have planned, Loy must be present along with Bryan and Lane. Patrick, I need you to study Kevin’s Avatar and tell me everything you can about its nature.

Lane, you and Bryan will assist me in waking Kevin up. I do not like reviving him prematurely, but there is little choice. Doing so will prolong his recovery, but it cannot be helped. Being so close to death loosens the ties between the soul and body, so we must rebuild those bonds and restore him. He would recover on his own in a day or two, but Bill does not have that much time. Lane, this will be hard on you, and I apologize.

No need doc, you know that. Sometimes I wish I could be more than just a battery for everyone.

You are far more than that, Lane. Each of you has a crucial and vital role in what is happening. You and Bryan please come with me, and once Kevin is awake you can assist Darren. Darren, my message to Albrecht will have arrived by now, and they will be preparing for your arrival. You can set up a video feed from the safe spot we have here in the lab.

Lane and Bryan followed the doctor into Kevin’s room. The sheet was pulled up to his waist, leaving his muscled torso exposed. The wires and cables attached to him stood out starkly against his darkly tanned skin and body hair. 

Quickly removing the wires and equipment from Kevin, the doctor pulled the sheet off and lowered the bed's angle until it was flat. While the doctor worked, Pat stood at the door out of the way, looking intently at Kevin’s Avatar.

Doc, whenever you’re ready, let me know. Kevin’s Avatar is weird and complicated. It’s almost the exact opposite of Bill’s. I see what you mean about his life energy being drained… that part of him is faded compared to ours right now. Would you like to take a look through my eyes?

The doctor hadn’t yet looked at the world through Pat’s Avatar and found it fascinating. His intellect interpreted everything nearly as well as Pat’s Avatar, and it confirmed what he knew, but viewing the intricate nature of the energy levels in that manner was new and quite a revelation.

Thank you, Patrick. That is fascinating and more helpful than you can imagine. Lane, based on Patrick’s Understanding, I am going to proceed in a slightly different manner. I cannot channel the energy levels you are accustomed to. To put it bluntly, I would burn out like a light bulb if I tried, so you will need to be much slower and gentler in feeding me the power you generate. We are not healing Kevin, rather we are replenishing his soul. This is far more delicate and surgical than what you have done in the past, so I think it best if I direct the flows this time. You and Bryan can watch and learn for future reference.

Bryan moved behind Lane, wrapping his arms around Lane’s chest and holding him close. Lane watched intently as the doctor’s energy centers came to life, weaving flows of spirit in the air over Kevin. The pattern was delicate and intricate, like lace, and to Lane it was like reading sheet music to a symphony; multifaceted but ordered and complex.

It wasn’t long before the doctor began to tire and nodded for Lane to begin. Based on the doctor’s comments, Lane didn’t want to overdo it, so he listened for something soothing and gentle: wind in the trees and the soft flutter of birds in flight. Transforming the sounds, he channeled the music he had crafted into himself and Bryan, but instead of a powerful rush, it was a delicate flow that matched the doctor’s efforts. Tiny white arcs sparked off his fingers, seeping into the doctor and replenishing him.

Very good. When the two of you learn to do this, you will be even more formidable. As strong as you are, think of this as a rope braided of silken strands. The individual threads can easily be broken, but woven together they become too strong to break, even for you. The control you exhibit tells me you are more than prepared to do this, it is only a matter of experience at this point.

It took the doctor nearly half an hour to weave the net over Kevin, and once completed he pushed it down, and Kevin’s body absorbed it like a sponge. The only evidence Kevin felt anything was a quickening of his breath as his chest rose and fell a little faster.

In less than a minute, Kevin’s eyes fluttered open. Disoriented for a second, he shot up in a panic, and the doctor put a hand on his shoulder in comfort. 

“You are safe, Kevin! You are with us in the lab. Be calm.”

The first thing Kevin saw was Bill on the other bed, prone and unmoving. Trying to stand, his legs nearly went out from under him, and Bryan quickly grabbed Kevin to steady him, helping him to Bill’s bedside.

“Doc, what’s wrong with him!?”

Lane pulled Kevin into their link, sharing events up to that moment, and Kevin’s face became a mask of concern for his partner. His expression hardened at what he learned, and his forehead creased in anger at those responsible.

“How soon can we start?”

“There are a few things we must get in order before we can begin. It will not be long, but with time moving so slowly for William, we need to move as fast as possible. Lane and Bryan, please help Darren get Albrecht, Loy, and Richard here.”

Lane and Bryan were tired but not exhausted. Bryan took advantage of his arms around Lane to give him a quick squeeze of affection and pat Lane’s chest before leaving to find Darren.

Moving to Kevin, the doctor said, “You should rest, Kevin. It will not be long before we are ready. Your role will be crucial in rescuing William, and you will need your strength. I apologize for waking you early, but there was no other choice.”

“You know I’m glad you did, doc. I can’t stand seeing him like this. How will I be able to help him?”

“We will get to that in a few moments. Your newly awakened Avatar will play a vital part in the process. Patrick can help you with that before we begin.” 

<><><>  

Lane and Bryan found Darren in the far back corner of the lab, in the exam room reserved as an emergency teleport spot for him. A hi-resolution video camera setup tied into the security monitors in their houses, and he added a live feed showing Albrecht, Loy, and Rick in the Bahamas. They were in a hotel room and cleared a spot for him to jump to.

Darren looked up as Lane and Bryan came in and said, “Hey guys, you ready? I’m going to get Albrecht and Loy here first, then I’ll need your help big time. Rick’s fat ass is going to wear me out.”

Lane replied, “You bet, Dar. We’ll just need a few seconds once you’re ready and we’ll juice you up.”

“I’ve been practicing and getting better at this shit. I’ve found it’s easier to send someone or carry them with me rather than pulling them to me. I can do both, but one is easier, even though it doesn’t make sense.”

Taking a breath to still himself, Darren continued.

“Alright, here goes nothing.”

Almost before he finished talking, he disappeared from the room, appearing on the video feed in the Bahamas.

Whispering to Bryan, Lane said, “Damn, Bry, I’m so jealous of that.”

Bryan picked up on Lane’s comment earlier about only being a battery for the other guys, and put his arms around Lane from behind in a hug.

You got nothing to be jealous about, Little Buddy. I love you the way you are. You’re badass and have already saved lives with what you can do. You’re at the center of everything going on here. You’re my center, too.

Along with his words, Bryan opened their energy centers, pouring himself into Lane, filling his partner with love and confidence.

I wouldn’t have you any other way, Lane. You’re perfect. And handsome as fuck.

Leaning around, he kissed Lane’s cheek and hugged him tighter.

Lane smiled.

You’re making me horny, you big lug.

Worry for their buddies kept both men from pursuing their natural urges for one another, and Bryan stoically sighed.

Let’s get Kevin up and Bill back and safe so we can go home.

Albrecht appeared in front of them and seeing them embraced the way they were, he smirked before quickly moving out of the middle of the room.

Directing his voice to the microphone, he said, “I’m clear, Darren.”

A second later, Loy materialized with Darren behind him, and Bryan immediately smelled saltwater. In the time Loy spent in the Bahamas he had tanned, and his skin glowed with health. His brown hair showed sun-bleached highlights, adding to his already handsome appearance.

Breathing heavily and sweating, Darren leaned over with his hands on his knees to catch his breath while Pat rubbed and kneaded his back and shoulders. Time was of the essence, and in less than a minute, Darren nodded to Lane and Bryan.

“Alright, guys, juice me up. This will be the first time I’ve tried it with you backing me up, so I’m not sure what to expect. Hopefully, this will be a cinch.”

Lane and Bryan were still deep in one another, and their minds and hearts cast out together. Wanting to put his new knowledge to good use, this time the music Lane wove was both powerful and intricate. Instead of a burst of power, this time the flows were delicate and controlled. He transferred energy into Pat as well, so he could help Darren recover once he got back with Rick.

Darren’s eyes turned white, and his dimples appeared as his body began to glow.

With wonder in his voice, he murmured, “Oh, fuck yeah…”

Lane continued until Darren strained to hold so much power, and the manner in which he wove the energy into Darren would prevent it from dissipating as quickly.

In their minds, Darren’s voice echoed with power.

You two rock!

Vanishing, he reappeared on the video feed, and his voice came through the speakers.

“Ready, Ricardo? Don’t worry about that stuff, man, I’ll come back for it later.

“Alright, bud on three. One… two...”

Darren and Rick appeared in the exam room.

“Three…”

Darren’s arms were around Rick, his glow gone and his eyes returned to their usual green. His smile faded slightly as he started to slump, but Pat and Rick caught him before he fell.

With the skin contact, the extra energy in Pat was transferred to Darren, who was sweating and out of breath again.

“I’m good, guys, thanks. Damn, that was so much easier than the first time with Kevin. I’ll be back to normal in a minute. For future reference, this is definitely doable. I need to start working on imprinting more safe spots to jump to.”

Lane said, “You two smell like fish and saltwater. It makes me want to go diving.”

Rick said, “Yeah, we just got back from a dive when Brad contacted us the first time. So, what’s the word on Kevin and Bill?”

“Kevin’s awake and resting. The doc hasn’t told us what his plan is yet other than you two needed to be here. Brad and Ken haven’t come back yet, so we assume they made it to Bill so he’ll know we’re working on getting him out.”

“Fuck, I hope so.” 

<><><> 

Aaron was deep in thought when Albrecht came up behind him, and putting a hand on his shoulder in greeting, their thoughts merged. Even after a century apart, it was as if no time had passed. Their ease and comfort in one another when merged were as fresh as ever.

Aaron’s hand covered Albrecht’s, squeezing affectionately. His expression didn’t change, but he let out a sigh of relief, happy his soulmate and lover was again at his side.

I am glad you are here, love. So much is happening… I feel things slipping out of control.

Don’t be afraid, Aaron. The attack on Kevin and Bill indicate The Enemy’s desperation. Bill’s Avatar must hold a significant threat to The Master, or he wouldn’t have gone after him as he did. We’ll save Bill, Aaron. You’ve done such an amazing job with these men, I think when they are together and set their minds to it, there is little they won’t be able to accomplish.

I am so proud of them, Albrecht. I confess I was beginning to fear them, but no longer. Kenneth and Bradford once again proved there is no reason to doubt them. I wish I could claim responsibility for what they have become.

All of them are good men, Aaron; great men. You chose wisely when you picked them. Perhaps they chose you? Regardless, you’ve guided them like a father. You are responsible for setting them on the path they’re on and for bringing them so far. The freedom you gave them to grow into themselves and your gentle guidance are the reasons for the success of your mission. If you had controlled them as Charisa wished, none of this would be happening or possible. Your wisdom and insight in caring for them as you have make me proud of you.

Lane, please create a construct of the conference room and pull us all in. Take us deep.

Everyone appeared around the table with the doctor and Albrecht at the lectern, each man alert and attentive, in ‘soldier-mode,” and laser-focused on their tasks.

The first thing each of them did, including the doctor and Albrecht, was wrap Kevin in a net of love and support. They held him in their hearts and minds, and Loy and Rick, who sat closest to him, put their arms around his shoulders.

“Thank you, Lane. I want to begin by explaining what we are up against. Earlier, we reviewed the meaning of William’s Avatar, ascertaining The Enemy set a trap for him, somehow knowing ahead of time what his Avatar would be, They used a particular object, in this case the skull, to try and eliminate him, knowing he would be exceptionally vulnerable to such an object at the time of his awakening. I fear The Master perceives the same pattern as I, and for the first time ever realizes the possibility of his downfall.”

Rick asked, “Doc, what’s so special about that skull? Who’s was it?”

“That is ‘the’ question, my boy, and I have my suspicions. There are not many objects that would affect William in such a manner. I believe it is a relic of The Enemy, the skull of Zherneboh Mstislav. His name in the old tongue means ‘Revenge of the Black God.’ A general high in the ranks of The Enemy centuries ago, he was a man of unspeakable evil, ruling over much of Europe and responsible for bringing about the Dark Ages. Performing unbelievable atrocities, his evil knew no limits.

“If it is his skull William touched, his entire life, centuries of evil and hatred, transferred into William.  For William, it would be as if he committed these acts himself. I am surprised he was able to protect himself as he did without becoming overwhelmed. It shows the cunning of our Enemy to expose William to such an object precisely at the moment of his awakening. If he were already awake and in control of his Avatar, this would not have happened.

“What we must accomplish is to cleanse William of the evil, yet leave his mind untouched. If not for Kevin’s Avatar, it would not be possible. The memories and experiences are now a part of him, and it will be difficult to separate them without erasing parts of William that would leave him permanently changed.”

Kevin listened as the doctor spoke of Bill and what the skull did to him, and his heart ached for what Bill must be going through. He wanted more than anything to be with Bill, hold him tight, and help him fight this off.

His eyes red and bright, the more Kevin heard, the darker his expression became. Anger burned in his chest, and the wetness in his eyes was as much from that as from the pain he felt for Bill.

“Patrick, please explain your Understanding of Kevin’s Avatar.”

The Ops board came to life with an image of Kevin’s tattoo, and its complexity was apparent right away.

“Except for Ken’s, Kevin’s is the most complex. There are three major facets to your Avatar, Kev. First, you can basically become a ‘sink’ for mental abilities. When you do this, you shut down mental abilities, either in a person or a small area. You don’t turn off thoughts or emotions, you basically put the barriers back up we no longer have.

“Next is the most important, at least for Bill. You can, for lack of a better description, cleanse a person, place, or object, of spiritual or psychic impressions. You essentially make it new again, so it’s not really cleansing it. It’s more like you reset it to its original state of being.

“Last but not least, you can mask yourself or others from mental detection, pretty much making you or them invisible from a psychic perspective. Albrecht, do you have anything to add?”

“The interactions of the runes making up your primary Avatar are fascinating, Kevin, and I’m sure we will discover subtleties we are as yet unaware of. Essentially, the first rune means ‘negate’ or ‘prevent.’ The second rune means ‘renew’ or ‘rebirth.’ This one, in particular, is fascinating to me. Pat said it well when he described it as resetting a person or area to a new state of being. There are paradoxical implications to that ability I will have to study. The last rune means ‘unseen.’ Again, Pat said it well.”

The doctor continued, “What we must accomplish is to have Richard unravel the evil residing in William, and then have Kevin eradicate it once it is no longer a part of him. Without Kevin’s ability to destroy the evil inside William, it would attempt to return to him, similar to the creature in Bradford that tried to kill Kenneth all those months ago. Eventually, it would kill him. Your attempt will require an immense amount of power, so Bryan, Lane, and Loy will supply and hold up everyone through the process.

“Patrick, your Understanding will guide everyone and make sure everything goes according to plan, and you can help with any adjustments needed as things progress. Darren, you will stay in the link to add your strength and be available to support whoever might need it. I have the utmost confidence in each and every one of you and your ability to do this.

“Now let us gather in the gymnasium. I will bring William in, and we can begin immediately.”

Lane took them out of the construct and everyone moved quickly, ready to start. Adrenaline flowed, and the icy calm that always came before a difficult mission settled in.

Pulling Loy aside, Albrecht spoke with him quietly as they made their way to the gym while the doctor disconnected Bill from his equipment and rolled his bed into the gym. Rick and Bryan quickly moved the workout equipment to make space for them to work in.

The doctor turned off the lights, except for one overhead that shone down like a spotlight on Bill. Bryan, Lane, and Loy moved to the center of the room about twenty feet from Bill’s bed. Kevin, Pat, and Rick stayed at Bill’s bedside, and Darren stood with the doctor and Albrecht.

Lane brought them together as one, and their eyes watered and their breath caught in their chests from the extreme emotional intimacy as they settled into one another. Even with the seriousness of the situation, Lane’s mischievous grin appeared.

Are you ladies ready?

Everyone sent their affirmation through the link, and Lane was aware of their confidence. They were soldiers, on a mission to rescue one of their own.

I’ll be right back.

Lane’s eyes turned white, and his tattoo glowed brightly as he cast his mind and soul beyond Earth, traveling further out than usual to find what he needed. He listened to the music of the cosmos, filling himself, shaping it, and making all new music in his soul. It carried him, and he drank it in until he was about to burst.

His energy centers opened, and he shone with the light of a small star. Wind whipped his hair, and his handsome face expressed serene confidence. The joy of being linked with Bryan and his brothers while utilizing his Avatar was fulfilling beyond words. The darkness of the ceiling altered, similar to the night of their first awakening, filling with distant stars and the vastness of space. Utilizing his new knowledge Lane wove the energy with precise control, channeling it into Bryan and Loy.

On his shoulder, Bryan’s Avatar glowed emerald green, matching the canopy of the tree of life. His eyes, sparkling with pride for Lane, turned white, and his handsome, stoic face broke into a smile. Ethereal branches and leaves appeared around him, and in seconds a ghostly image of the tree filled the gym, its highest limbs among the stars. Bryan’s perceptions branched out, sensing the life energy of all living organisms, not just of Earth but all creation. Tapping into that power, he added it to Lane’s.

Lane’s voice resonated, echoing with power through the link.

Okay, Loy. You’re the new kid on the block, show us what you got, stud.

In response, Loy’s handsome face broke into a smile, and his eyes turned white. His tattoo came to life on the ball of his muscled shoulder as he lifted his arms, sending out his thoughts.

Come, my friends, I need your strength. Our brother needs our help.

Immediately, animal spirits appeared in the air around Loy. Whales and dolphins swam among the branches of the tree; wolves, horses, deer, and countless other animals, in the air and on the ground, moved slowly around Loy, lending him a portion of their strength.

Heeding Albrecht’s warning, Loy was careful not to pull too much from the spirits.  They would sacrifice themselves for him without asking, and he must not let them give too much of themselves. The power Loy called was wild, raw, and natural.

The energy from the three sources was massive, and being the most experienced at channeling so much raw power, Lane wove what coursed through them into strong but delicate ropes, sending them to Pat, Rick, and Kevin.

Within seconds the gym transformed into a spiritual landscape as they collectively invoked the might of their nephilim heritage for the first time, and everyone was in awe at what they witnessed. The magnitude of their actions hit them, filling them with confidence and purpose, expanding their hearts all the more. Their energy centers were bright, connecting them; they were one and more than the sum of their individual selves. Their eyes watered at the intimate bonds they shared and at what they were accomplishing for Bill. The only parts missing were Ken, Brad, and Bill.

Looking at Bryan and Loy, Lane smiled.

Guys, you’re unbelievable!

Sending private thoughts of love and admiration to Bryan, he reached over, squeezing his shoulder. Bryan covered Lane’s hand with his own, squeezing back, the smile on his face reflecting the glimmer in his eyes and heart. Breathing deeply, when Bryan exhaled the leaves of the tree rustled as a gentle breeze, new, fresh, and exhilarating blew through the building.

Alright, guys, we’ll keep the power flowing. It’s your turn now. Let’s kick this General’s ass and get Bill back where he belongs.

Pat’s, Rick’s, and Kevin’s eyes turned white, filled with the energy Lane channeled into them, and their Avatars brightly came to life on their shoulders, further lighting the darkness of the gym.

Through the link, Rick studied Bill with Pat’s Understanding, seeing the evil knotted tightly throughout his body and soul. Raising his hands, Rick held them over Bill, and white light arced from his fingers. Where it touched the blackness in Bill, he felt resistance. Rick’s brow furrowed in concentration, and with determination, he began the arduous task of unraveling the evil from his brother.

Get ready, Kev.

Kevin stood ready, and any anxiety over Bill’s condition disappeared as soon as everything started. Confidence filled him once he was one with his brothers. The doctor’s plan pushed aside his fears, and he knew one way or another, Bill would be alright and back with him soon.

Kevin had to be careful to only cleanse what Rick separated, and this was the first time using his Avatar, but with Pat’s Understanding he was sure he could do what needed to be done. In that special place where they were one, his brother's hands rested on his back and shoulders, supporting him. The warmth of their touch on his bare skin comforted him, strengthening his determination.

All of them started when a cloud of darkness burst forth from Bill.  Evil tendrils of black smoke lashed out like limbs as if it were aware of what they were doing and trying to stop them.

Darren, quick to react, shielded Pat, Rick, and Kevin, and grabbed the tendrils with his mind. Against his Avatar, they felt solid and incredibly strong, and he winced from the impact of the blows against his shield.

Lane immediately included Darren in the power he channeled, stabilizing his shield. The effect of the blows lessened with the extra power, and he readily maintained his defense. It took him a few seconds, but he soon had a grip on the tendrils, keeping them immobile.

Rick: Good job, Dar. I didn’t see that coming.

Lane by himself would have been hard-pressed to sustain the energy required to support their efforts, but working in unison with Bryan and Loy, it was still an effort but not exhausting.

Rick and Kevin settled into a pattern, slowly and steadily eating away at the blackness, their combined Avatars working in harmony. None of them individually would have been able to succeed, but together, as a team, they were more than adequate, and with Kevin’s Avatar permanently eradicating the Evil, Bill would be free of its influence forever. Just as Bryan surmised, Kevin was the key to Bill’s survival. 

<><> 

Ken, Brad, and Bill sat on the couch together, watching a movie. Brad created a construct of their den so they would have a comfortable place to stay. It had been just over a year since their arrival, and after all the time he spent alone, Bill was grateful for their company.

In the construct they stayed merged, naked in mind and body, taking comfort in the warmth of their skin and souls.  Ken and Brad had the same idea of staying merged to stave off Bill’s loneliness and the worst of missing Kevin.

Ken, with his heightened sensitivity, felt the tremors first.

“Hey B, stop the movie. Something’s up!”

Dropping the construct, the three of them appeared back in the small cubic space of Bill’s prison. Images of the atrocities General Mstislav committed replayed on the walls, relentlessly trying to break through and destroy Bill’s mind. After watching the images for years, Bill was excruciatingly familiar with them and quickly noticed some were missing.

“Holy shit, guys! Some of the images are gone!”

As soon as Bill spoke the room shook again, and that time Brad and Bill felt it too.

Brad exclaimed, “Hot damn, fellas! They’re doing it!”

Bill teared up as thoughts and emotions raced through his mind over what was happening. After all the time he had been trapped, years to his perceptions even though he knew, in reality, it had only been a few days, Bill realized he would soon be back with Kevin, and his relief was overwhelming. He had every confidence in his brothers and lover to free him, but it had been so long, and he trembled in anxiety.

Brad and Ken felt him shaking and wrapped their arms around him, holding him tight. Brad, through his compassion, was very aware of the emotions in his brother. To his Avatar they were tangible, but he also knew part of Bill’s trembling was his body reacting to what the guys were doing in the real world.

Trying to lighten the mood, Ken said, “It took those fuckers long enough! It won’t be long, buddy, and you’ll be back with Kev.”

Tightening his arms around Bill, Ken rubbed his back, affirming his support, and trying to soothe his buddy.

Ken, get ready. If this place breaks apart, I’ll need to shield the three of us for a few seconds. I might need your help.

No problem, B. Pull what you need. I’m ready.

The images disappeared faster and faster, and the room shook so violently they knelt on the floor to keep from being knocked off their feet. Ken and Brad kept Bill between them, covering him and ready to protect him in any way they might have to.

Bill said, “Guys, I can feel it! Somehow, they’re pulling the evil out of my body! Fuck, I don’t know how, but they’re doing it!”

Grinning, Ken shouted to be heard, “It’s your badass boyfriend, buddy! Kevin and the rest of the guys are kickin’ ass!”

For hours as they perceived time, the noise and turmoil steadily increased. The walls of the room became whiter as Rick extracted and Kevin eradicated the evil in Bill's body. As each memory and experience vanished, the pressure against Bill’s self-imposed prison lessened.

Suddenly, there was silence, and the walls were solid white, so bright they almost had to squint.

“The pressure’s gone. Fuck, guys, they did it! It’s gone!”

Tears ran down Bill’s face, and he squeezed Ken and Brad as tightly as he could.

“God, guys, it’s been so long…”

Ruffling Bill’s hair, Brad said, “It’s time to get out of this place, Bill. Can you make it back?”

“Shit, Brad, I don’t know. I was so desperate when I created this place… I’m not sure how deep in myself I really am. I never considered getting back… I was operating on survival instinct from our training.”

“Then I think our best chance is for Ken to stay here with you. I’ll go out through the veil and be back in my body in a few seconds. I know I can find Ken no matter where he is, and I can lead you both back out. It shouldn’t take more than a few minutes from your perspective here.”

Are you okay with that, Ken?

You know I trust you, B. You’re my badass boyfriend.

Bill knew what it meant for Ken to stay with him and voiced his apprehension, saying, “Fuck, Ken, I don’t know. I don’t want you risking yourself for me even more than you already have.”

“Shut it, punk. We’re brothers and have been for over twenty years. You’d do the same for me. Yeah, there’s a risk, but you just saw what the guys can do, and with Brad backin’ ’em up if it comes ‘ta a problem, do you really think they won’t get us outta here? Worst case scenario, you and I are stuck here just a little longer, but that’s not gonna happen. B’ll be back for us in just a few minutes.”

Ken’s Avatar glowed softly, and the conviction of his words registered with both Brad and Bill. Brad was already confident of getting them out but was now even more so, and Bill’s lingering doubts vanished.

“Okay, Brad. Guys, I can’t thank you enough for finding me and staying with me. I love you.”

Ken hugged Bill first and then Brad, kissing Brad’s cheek and whispering into his ear, “Love you, B. Hurry, back. I wanna finish that movie when we get home!”

Brad smiled as he stepped back, closing his eyes and transforming into a ball of light.  

Bill, grab Ken and drop your shield. It’s safe now, and it’ll make it easier to find you.

Bobbing gently in front of them for another second, he slipped across the veil. 

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The doctor and Albrecht looked on, astonished at what their young charges accomplished. Even after thousands of years amidst the adventures of their own lives, they seldom witnessed anything so wondrous.

Near the end, the men began to show the strain of their exertions. It was a testament to how powerful the evil of the skull was that it took so much effort to safely remove and eradicate its effects from Bill.

When Bill is back safe, and the men well-rested, we can destroy the skull once and for all. It will strike a significant blow to The Enemy for one of the relics they worship to be removed from this world.

I agree, love. I think it appropriate you are present. You vanquished him in life, and can help vanquish the lasting vestiges of his evil once and for all.

The doctor squeezed Albrecht’s hand at his thoughts and memories of long ago.

Kevin and Rick sweated, shaking with fatigue, and Kevin was about to collapse but held on for Bill’s sake. Darren maintained his shield in case there were any last-minute surprises.

Lane, Bryan, and Loy breathed hard, and Bryan had an arm around each of them, holding them up and keeping them steady.

Finally, Pat said, “He’s clear guys! We did it!”

Kevin and Rick both let out a relieved “Fuck me!” but with huge smiles on their faces. Kevin fell to his knees, and Rick knelt beside him with an arm around his shoulders.

Darren dropped his shield, sighing in relief. Even though Pat was involved, directing much of Kevin and Rick’s efforts, he had the least amount of exertion and was nearly unaffected, and a big smile covered his face as well.

A few of the animal spirits approached Loy before disappearing, and he reached out to touch them. To him, by the light of his Avatar, they were solid and sensed his heartfelt thanks for their support. A dolphin swam in the air right up to him, rubbing its soft skin against his cheek, emitting quiet clicks and whistles of pleasure. Letting out a very contented sigh, Loy rested his awareness in the spirits for a moment before pulling back to his body and releasing them.

Bryan immersed himself in the life energy of the tree one last time before he, too, pulled back. When he did, the tree slowly faded with a soft sound of rustling leaves.

Lane let the music fade, and the stars overhead twinkled one last time, diminishing as the darkness of the ceiling became natural once again.

As the last of the stars disappeared, Brad burst into the gym, rushing to Bill’s bedside. The energy centers of his mind and soul flaring brightly, he twisted the flows together, sending them into Bill. Ken was there, and Brad’s heart would lead him to the other half of his soul.

Brad traveled far down in Bill’s mind, knowing he had gone deep to save himself. It took some time but Brad was confident, letting his intuition guide him and allowing Ken’s presence to draw him in. He soon felt the spark of Ken’s soul and homed in on it, impressed by how far down Bill managed to immerse himself.

Ken and Bill heard Brad’s voice: Found you!

Pulling both men into himself, Brad carried them out together.

With Rick’s help, Kevin stood, watching Bill intently. When Bill’s eyes fluttered open, the first thing he saw was Kevin’s handsome face, and relief washed over him as he threw himself into Kevin’s arms. The two men grabbed each other in a tight embrace, holding each other. Kevin’s hot tears dripped onto Bill’s neck as they held each other.

Bill’s eyes filled with tears too as he said, “Fuck, Kev, I missed you so much! Are you okay? Brad and Ken said you were hurt.”

“I know, Bill. You scared the shit out of us. And yeah, I’m fine. The fellas patched me up without breaking a sweat.”

Kevin trembled with exhaustion, and Bill merged them, sharing everything with each other in an instant that took hours in the place where their souls were one. When they came back up, Kevin was already stronger from their merging.

While Bill and Kevin talked, everyone moved to Bill’s bedside. Relieved smiles covered their faces, glad to have their brother back where he belonged. Each of them touched Bill, either a squeeze, a hug, or a pat wherever they could reach, and his hair was a mess from so many of them ruffling it, showing their affection.

Brad pulled them into a link to share their emotions and support. First as couples and then together, they merged into one, forming a bright white ring. At first, the light around Kevin and Bill was noticeably dimmer, but after a moment, as the light from their brothers filled them, they shone just as brightly.

With Brad and Ken once again with them, the doctor and Albrecht were aware of the difference. It was difficult to identify, but there was an intangible element when all ten of them were together. Whatever it was, The Enemy feared it, and it proved the doctor was on track with his thinking. 

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With Kevin and Bill healthy and whole and all of them together, something stirred in Ken… a response that needed to be heard. His Avatar pulsed unexpectedly, filling him with wrath over what happened to Bill and Kevin. His anger ran through the link, and everyone wondered what was happening.

Lane, I know you’re tired, but can ‘ya give me a little juice?

You got it.

I wanna send a message, so make it dramatic.

Taking Bryan’s hand, their eyes turned white as Lane cast their minds out into the heavens. Bryan loved deep bass drums and Ken said he wanted something dramatic, so Lane put something together on the fly he thought appropriate.

Hearing the pulse, like a massive bass drum rolling through the sky, agents of The Enemy all over Atlanta paused. A slow, rolling beat started quiet but quickly built into a sound that shook their minds. With each beat, Lane and Bryan glowed brighter, and as they fed the energy back to Ken and their brothers, their already blinding light in the spiritual realm became brighter.

Power filled them, but Ken’s Avatar lit up like a small star on his shoulder, and the fury inside him was a dam about to burst. Ken’s voice echoed across the city, loud and clear in the minds of The Enemy, not only his words but the conviction in his heart, and it pierced their black souls.

ALRIGHT, YOU FUCKERS! YOU TRIED TO TAKE OUT TWO OF OUR OWN, AND YOU FAILED! WE HOLD TOGETHER, AND UNLIKE YOU, WE PROTECT OUR OWN. THE ORDER IS BACK, AND WE’RE HERE TO STAY. YOU’LL NEVER BREAK US! YOU’VE PISSED US OFF AND THAT, YOU BASTARDS, WAS A HUGE MISTAKE. YOU’VE HAD YOUR WAY IN THE WORLD UNOPPOSED FOR TOO LONG. AS OF TODAY, WE’RE ON THE OFFENSIVE, SO YOU’D BETTER RUN AND HIDE LIKE THE BITCHES YOU ARE!

When Ken stopped talking his tattoo pulsed even brighter, and a burst of energy came from all of them. A white band, centered on the group, spread over the entire city. Each of them was heartened by Ken’s words, uplifted by the courage and strength emanating from him. Thunder and lightning cracked loudly over the city while his words resonated in the minds and hearts of The Enemy.

A hot wind blew around them, whipping the hair on their handsome faces. Their eyes, white with power, reflected the lightning filling the skies.

The Master heard Ken’s words but stayed silent. Somehow his plan to destroy Bill and break The Order failed.

Looking at Lane, Ken smiled and said, “Nice!”

“You said ‘dramatic.'”

The doctor and Albrecht looked at each other, eyes wide as Aaron let out a quiet, “Oh my!”

Ten minutes later, they were once again seated at the conference table. Ken stood at the lectern with the doctor and Albrecht by his side.

“Okay, first off, I wanna tell you how awesome you guys are. The way you came together ‘ta get Kevin up and help Bill was amazin’. I’m proud of all of us. B and I had our own little adventure, and my amazin’ partner kicked some major spiritual ass.”

Ken noted the look of concern on the doctor’s face at his comment.

“It’s all good, doc. We’ll share everything with you. We also helped ‘ta solidify our support with the nephilim who’ve been helpin’ us.

“After my little statement, I want everyone on high alert for the time bein’. This wasn’t an end play for The Enemy, but they needed Bill outta the picture ‘ta keep us from findin’ somethin’ out. Now they know they failed we need ‘ta be even more careful. We can’t live like hermits, but be extra alert and cautious when you’re out, and we aren’t together.

“I know everyone’s tired, so let’s go home and get some rest and take the next couple of days off ‘ta relax. Our trainin’s payin’ off big-time, but we still have a long way ‘ta go. Let’s meet Wednesday mornin’ and hit the ground runnin’. Does anybody have anythin’ they want ‘ta say before we split up?”

Albrecht said, “Aaron and I put the skull in our vault for the time being, but we need to destroy it once and for all. If nothing else, it represents a great relic of the Enemy, and its destruction will demoralize them. Aaron and I will work on the best way to accomplish this, and all of you should be involved. It is not simply a matter of crushing it or breaking it apart. The evil in the skull, as you saw, has a life of its own. Merely destroying the object would leave the evil free, and it would still exist. I think a little follow-up message from Ken would be in order once this is done.”

“Okay, ladies, if that’s all then everyone be safe and we’ll see you on Wednesday.”

Brad and Ken hung around a few extra minutes to share with the doctor and Albrecht what happened across the veil. Aaron was visibly distraught when he realized they had put themselves at Istariel's mercy, and shaken by their story, but it was hard to argue with the results. 

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On the drive home, Ken held Brad’s hand, playing with it as usual. They were in each other’s mind, and Brad knew Ken was as hungry as he was.

Let’s get some food, Ken. We’re both hungry. It’s late, so let’s hit Waffle House by the Mall.

Ken grinned: Scattered, smothered, and covered, baby.

I remember what Lane said the day after our last awakening. One minute he was out somewhere in creation with some type of supernatural being, and the next we were sitting around our kitchen table eating breakfast. It’s hard to adjust.

I know, B. The scale of things is hard ‘ta take in. But you know what? In the long run, it really doesn’t matter as long as we’re together.

Ken squeezed Brad’s hand tighter, and with a smile, Brad thought: Yeah.

The contentment in Ken as he held Brad’s hand and rested in his mind touched Brad deeply, and he felt the same way.

So, what was up with that speech? It made me hard as hell for you. I love it when you get that way, but where did that come from?

I’m not exactly sure, B. It kinda came outta nowhere and was a little overwhelmin’. I think I know how Lane feels when he said he’s a conduit for somethin’ outside himself when he dreams. It was somethin’ that came through my Avatar. I wasn’t forced ‘ta say what I did, but it felt so right I wanted to say it.

You know what else feels right?

What’s that?

Brad placed Ken’s hand on his crotch.

Damn, B!

Ken’s little kid grin appeared immediately.

I told you I was hot for you.

Pulling into the parking lot, Brad parked back in the rear by the dumpster where it was dark. The restaurant wasn’t busy, and the cook and one of the servers sat out back smoking a cigarette. A small compulsion from Brad sent the cook and the waitress went back inside.

Jedi Mind Trick?

Mmmmm hmmm.

Brad chuckled and thought: They don’t need to be smoking anyway. Don’t worry, no one’s going to pay any attention to us, I just made sure of that. Let’s climb in the back and take care of each other before we go in.

Ken was hard himself after feeling Brad through his jeans, and also thinking back to what Brad did to the dark nephilim.

Leaning over, Ken put the rear seats down, and he and Brad crawled into the back of the Explorer. They couldn’t stretch out entirely, but there was plenty of room for them to curl up. He spread out a blanket they kept in the back to make it more comfortable. Taking off their shirts, they started to kiss, wrapping their arms around one another.  Bringing one hand up to cup Brad’s face, Ken ran his thumb over the stubble on Brad’s chin and looking into his eyes, the depth of love he saw there melted him.  The emotional rush, coupled with the heat of their bare skin touching, excited them even more.

Putting a hand behind Ken’s neck and running his fingers through Ken’s short hair, Brad pressed his head forward as he opened his mouth. What started out as a fast and furious make-out session turned into an intimate bout of lovemaking. Opening their energy centers, Brad merged them into one soul, and the sense of fulfillment and completion between them was as overpowering as ever.

I love you, B. More than anythin’. Even the hash browns waitin’ inside right now with my name on ‘em.

Brad couldn’t help himself and burst out laughing.

You douche! Damn, I love you, Ken.

Ken still had that little kid grin on his face. He loved making Brad laugh. There wasn’t much that could make his heart race more than seeing Brad’s face light up when he laughed.

Reaching down, they unzipped their pants and slid them down around their ankles. Their excitement had them painfully hard. It had been a long time since they had done anything so spontaneous outside the house, and the situation added extra fuel to their libidos.

Knowing how to pleasure one another, each man did his best to make it as good for the other as possible. Neither held back and when Ken read the signs in Brad that he was almost there, he amped up their physical bond, pushing them both over the edge.

The rush and power from taking each other caused them to glow like a small sun in the spiritual realm. Their muscles tightened, and the heat and sweat from their efforts fogged up the windows.

They both thought: Hot damn! at the same time, which made them laugh.

Ken repositioned himself, pulling Brad against him with Brad’s head resting on his shoulder and chest. They remained still, cooling off and cuddling, not saying anything, content to be naked and wrapped around each other in body, mind, and soul.

Not to be denied, Ken’s stomach let out a colossal grumble, reminding them why they were there.  Laughing, Brad leaned up, looking at Ken’s face and brushing the short hair off his forehead. Staring into each other’s eyes and seeing the depth of emotions for one another, they were unwilling to separate. In the moonlight, their eyes were wet and bright for each other.

Okay, lover, I could stay here all night, but I need to get some food in you, or your stomach is never going to let me hear the end of it.

I think right now I’d rather go hungry, B, and just stay like we are.

Man, you’re saying all the right things to get laid later tonight. Keep it up, I like it when you talk like this.

Wait! Are you seducin’ me again?

Yeah, and you’re falling for it as usual.

Staying deeply merged, they walked inside hand in hand.  Most of the booths were open, so they picked one in the far back corner. Ken kept Brad’s hand in his even when the server set their table and took their drink order.

A few people stared at them when they walked in. Aside from their handsome faces and incredible bodies, they emanated an emotional warmth and well-being, and Brad altered everyone’s perceptions so no one would notice the soft glow around them.

Their waitress was wide-eyed at the amount of food they ordered, and after placing their order they talked quietly, maintaining a semblance of normality. A big topic of their discussion related to the pattern the doctor mentioned. When linked with him before crossing the veil they noted his fear, but also his love for them. Ken specifically wanted the doctor to feel their love for him, and as they crossed, his fear vanished.

Sitting after their meal, they relaxed, ate apple pie, and drank coffee. Except for one man sitting at the counter, they had the place to themselves. His back to them, they didn’t notice his bloodshot eyes, red from unshed tears barely held in check.

Brad got up to use the bathroom, and while waiting Ken heard the waitress ask the man if he was okay as she refilled his tea. Glancing over, Ken noticed his body language immediately; he was a taut wire.

After making out with Brad in the car and still deeply merged, Ken’s mind was fully open. Concern for the stranger overrode their usual restriction of privacy, and he scanned the man’s surface thoughts.

As soon as Ken touched Greg’s mind, his gut wrenched. Floundering in a sea of loneliness and despair, Greg held onto life by a thread. Thoughts of suicide were foremost in his mind, the only way he could think of to stop the pain, trapped in the depths of a dark emotional well with no hope of escape. His distress and anxiety were making him physically sick, and the icy cold ball in the pit of his stomach made it difficult to even breathe.

Ken’s eyes welled in reaction to the intense pain he saw. 

Ken!? What’s wrong?

Fuck! B… this guy… the server asked if he was okay, so I took a look ‘ta see if somethin’ was wrong…

On his way back to their booth Brad looked at Greg, sitting with a blank, vacant stare, his eyes watery and bloodshot.

Sitting down, Brad read everything Ken saw in Greg’s mind, and his own eyes teared up.

Oh, fuck.

Moving to either side of Greg, they sat beside him at the counter.  He was so out of it that he didn’t notice them at first.

Looking at him intently, Ken gently said, “It’s gonna be alright, buddy. You don’t have ‘ta do that.”

Ken put an arm around Greg’s shoulder, giving him a comforting, gentle squeeze, and his gesture broke what little control Greg had left.  Lowering his head, he started quietly crying.

His voice low and calm, Brad said, “We’re here, Greg.”

Brad’s voice whispered in Greg’s mind as well as his ears, emphasizing his presence and proving to Greg he wasn’t alone.

Brad took Ken with him as he delved into Greg’s memories more deeply, wanting to find out how he had come to such an emotionally distraught place. Right away, they both found it odd that Greg didn’t exhibit any of the lies or self-centeredness common in most humans.  It was absent, burned away by his suffering, and what was left was broken but pure, and his condition broke their hearts.

His life full of loss over the last few years, most of his close friends had died either from cancer, heart attacks, or car wrecks. His mother passed away a few years ago, his only brother a few months back, and most recently, his dog, Ely. His father still lived but was in poor health.

Laid off from his job, he was about to lose his house, and his wife left him for another man. They didn’t have any children because Greg never genuinely connected with her.  Deep in the secret places of his heart, he knew he was gay but couldn’t admit it to himself, and knew having children would have been a bad idea.

Greg built his life around the lie of keeping his secret and putting on a front for his friends and family… everyone who was now gone, except his father. Living that lie took its toll on his happiness, and he could barely admit to himself what he really wanted. All of that, coupled with the losses in his life, finally broke him.

Fuck, B. I don’t know what ‘ta say. He made his decisions, and he did what he thought was right, and now his life is just fucked up.

I know, Ken. I’m not sure what to do. This isn’t about The Enemy. This is about a man who’s hurting. We have the power to help him, but I’m not sure how best to do that. There’s nothing we can do about everything he’s already lost, and he’s boxed himself into this corner of hiding who he really is. I have an idea, but we’ll need Rick’s help.

Ricky? You there?

Hey, Brad. What’s up?

Rick, I know you had a long day, but Ken and I could use your help. Could you and Loy come meet us? It shouldn’t take long. If it makes it any easier, I’ll spring for food. We’re at the Waffle House on GA 20 across from the Mall.

Hell, I’d come anyway if you need me, Brad, you know that. But yeah, I could do with some food. We can be there in a few minutes.

Thanks, man. We’ll see you shortly.

Being nosy, the waitress stayed close, trying to eavesdrop. With the restaurant empty except for the three of them Ken decided she and the cook needed a break, and sent a compulsion into their minds so he and Brad could have a little privacy with Greg.

Good thinking, Ken. I just talked to Rick, and he and Loy will be here in a few minutes. I think Rick can help Greg the most. If he can open Greg up, it will make it easier for us to help him move forward.

As they sat, Ken gently kneaded Greg’s shoulder, knowing the effect his touch had: amazingly comforting but terrifying at the same time. Ken felt him tense up.

“Greg, relax, man. We’re friends.”

Sniffing, Greg said, “I should go.”

“There’s no way we’re lettin’ you walk outta here. You’re not gonna go home and kill yourself. Not gonna happen, bud.”

A panicked look crossed Greg’s face, and he quickly said, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. How do you know my name? Who are you, and why do you care?”

Brad said, “I’m sorry, Greg. It’s hard to explain, but you can trust us. In a way we’re family, and family looks out for one another. Here’s the deal, Greg. We know what’s going on with you. We know you’ve lost almost everyone you care about, including Ely. We know your wife left you, you lost your job, and you’re about to lose your house. We also know you like guys but are afraid to admit it.”

At Brad’s revelations, Greg panicked even more, trying to stand up and leave, but Ken’s hand on his shoulder wouldn’t let him budge.

“Relax, Greg. Your secret’s safe with us. You’re safe with us.  You’ve been without love far too long. You closed yourself off, and we understand why. With so many losses so quickly… well, it was almost unavoidable.

“Without someone in your life to help hold you up, your heart could only take so much. As humans, we’re meant to be with someone, and there’s no shame or weakness in that. I understand why you kept your preference a secret, but that’s what led you to this point. To quote my amazing partner here from a long time ago, you’ve boxed yourself into a corner and put yourself in a no-win situation. You have to make a decision and live with the consequences. I think you’ll find with the right friends the consequences aren’t nearly as bad as you think.”

Greg reeled at Brad’s words, and Ken’s hand on his shoulder made it difficult to think.  He had shied away from physical contact for so long he wasn’t used to it, and Ken’s warm, strong hand felt wonderful.  Craving the touch, he was also terrified of how it made him feel.

The presence of the two strangers and their words helped Greg regain some clarity, and the fog over his mind began to lift, yet he was more confused than ever over who they were and how they could possibly know everything they did about him.

Brad asked, “Greg, would you sit with us? I have a couple of friends coming I want you to meet. I know you don’t have anything to do, so please don’t make an excuse. Plus, my boyfriend here runs really fast, so don’t even think about trying to bolt.”

Greg didn’t say anything but did move over to the booth with them. Ken sat beside Greg with an arm over his shoulder, and Brad sat across from them. The waitress returned from her break, and Ken flagged her to bring them more coffee and another tea for Greg.

Ken, keep him talking. You’re better at idle conversation than I am. I don’t want him going back inside himself. We need to keep him here until Rick and Loy show up.

You think Rick can help?

I do. You saw how Rick helped Tag. Before we even knew what an Avatar was, Rick touched Tag in a way no one else had before. Now that his Avatar is fully functional, and based on what Albrecht said, I think Rick can open up what Greg has kept locked inside. Rick can do it in a way I can’t.

Ken began asking Greg easy questions to keep him talking. At first hesitant and short with his answers, after a few minutes he warmed up and relaxed.

It wasn’t long before Rick and Loy arrived. Loy sat beside Brad, and Rick pulled up a chair from the counter, sitting at the end of the table.

Greg felt better just talking with another person, and he was polite and shook hands with Rick and Loy when they sat down. Brad couldn’t help noticing how Greg looked at Rick and Loy, but Loy especially. It wasn’t part of his plan, but he knew Loy would push all Greg’s buttons.

Thanks for coming, guys. Go ahead and order and eat before we try anything with Greg. I’ll share everything with you we know so far. The Reader’s Digest version is that he was planning on killing himself tonight. Ken picked up on it, and we’re having an intervention. He’s a stranger and all alone right now.

Loy, like Ken, was a good conversationalist and helped keep Greg talking. It wasn’t lost on Greg how handsome the men around him were. Greg typically didn’t go for large muscular men, he was more into the bearish sort, but they were so handsome he couldn’t stop looking. Loy especially caught Greg’s eye being a perfect muscle bear. The open and friendly manner with which they treated him was comforting and surprising. They were gay and knew he was too, and it was no big deal, just an irrelevant fact. 

As soon as Rick walked through the door his Avatar went to work on Greg. Initially, it was unconscious on Rick’s part, but deep inside Greg, the emotional knots began to loosen. They were tight, taking years to build, but started coming undone ever so slightly. The cook and server were also affected, but Rick wasn’t focused on them, so the effects were milder.

After Rick and Loy finished eating, Rick thought: Okay, guys, here goes nothing. Brad, you and Loy be ready to help in case he freaks. I can feel how knotted up he is inside, and just by proximity he’s already been affected. Shit, this is freaky. I can’t turn it off! I’m about to apply some real pressure, and I’m not sure how he’ll react.

Brad and Loy were prepared, already monitoring Greg. Loy was as surprised as Brad to find that Greg, while obviously an emotional wreck, didn’t exhibit many of the deceitful, self-centered thoughts most people did.

Reaching across the table, Rick took one of Greg’s hands in his own. Instinctively Greg tried to pull back, but Rick held on and smiled disarmingly, his hand warm and comforting. Like Ken’s arm around his shoulder, it was the kind of touch he longed for.

“Don’t pull back, Greg, it’s alright. There’s no need to be afraid.”

Closing his eyes, Greg lowered his head as fresh tears spilled. Ken moved his hand from Greg’s shoulder and started lightly kneading the back of his neck. Greg unconsciously pushed against his hand, wanting the comfort of another man’s touch.

Since his eyes were closed, Greg didn’t see the glow of Rick’s Avatar, or his eyes turn white. To Rick, Loy, Brad, and Ken, white tendrils of light came off Rick’s hand, spreading over Greg and working their way inside him. His breath catching, Greg’s hand clamped down on Rick’s as thick, hot tears dripped down his cheeks.

Brad, Ken, and Loy saw the turmoil in Greg, watching the emotional knots unravel. He spent most of his life building them, and there were many, deeply embedded in his psyche. Ken kept his hand on Greg’s neck, continuing his gentle massage, wanting him to feel the physical contact and know he was with someone who cared. He also wanted Greg to feel the touch of another man in a comforting but non-sexual manner.

Brad went a step further and took them into Greg’s mind, enough for him to feel their concern and friendship, supporting him through the entire process and walking with him through his pain. They crawled into the dark well within Greg’s soul and carried him out, going so deep they glowed, and Brad had to divert the server a few times and hide their auras and Rick’s Avatar and eyes.

Rick was gentle, taking almost an hour, and Greg’s tears never stopped. He shook with quiet sobs as the walls he spent a lifetime building were wholly and softly dismantled. The arms of the four men, his new friends, were around his heart the entire time even as Rick’s hands held his and Ken’s hand rubbed his neck.

When Rick’s Avatar went quiet, Greg slumped, physically exhausted; however, with the underlying tension gone, he felt more relaxed than he had in a long time.

His confusion apparent, opening his eyes he asked in a quiet, raspy voice, “What did you do to me?”

Leaning forward, Brad put a hand on Greg’s forearm.

“We just threw you a lifeline, Greg. It’s hard to explain, but we’re giving you a fresh start as to who and what you are.  You can rethink all the decisions that led you to the point where you were earlier tonight and choose a different path. We can introduce you to people who will accept you for who you are. Don’t get me wrong; there’s just as much drama and shit in the gay world, probably more, but we can help ease you into that world, and I hope you’ll be happier.”

“I… I don’t understand any of this… who you are or how you could do this… or why you would do this for me… but thank you. I feel clearer than I’ve felt in a long time.”

“I know you’re still scared, Greg, but don’t let it overwhelm you. You can call us if you need to. We know a few places where the type of guys you are into hang out, and I bet you end up making more new friends than you can shake a stick at. As to who we are… just friends who happen to be in a position to help you out. Friends who were in the right place at the right time.”

Greg’s eyes were still red from all the tears, but they looked clear, and his face less drawn. Loy excused himself, saying he needed to use the men’s room, so Greg got up to let him out, and Rick took Loy’s place in the booth. Rick noticed Loy went out the door instead of to the bathroom.

Hey bud, where are you going?

I have an idea, but I don’t know if it’ll work. It depends on if he’s moved on already or not.

Who are you talking about?

Greg’s dog, Ely. I’m going to try and find his spirit. If he hasn’t been reborn yet, he’ll still be out there. You saw Greg’s memories… he was so depressed when he had to put Ely down and didn’t stay to be with him, and he’s regretted that decision ever since. I think if he can see Ely happy and restored and get to say goodbye, it’ll be one last piece of closure and baggage he can let go of.

How are we going to explain that to him?

Frankly, I don’t care. Greg’s been hurting so long if I can help bring him a little more happiness, I want to do that.

You're incredible, Loy. I hope Ely’s still out there.

Loy moved to the back of the parking lot. Looking up into the night sky, his eyes turned white, and his Avatar glowed in the darkness. Setting his will and intent, Loy called out into the spiritual realm.

Ely!

In only a few seconds, Ely was there.

Out of the darkness his ghostly image appeared, a big black lab with a wagging tail.

Hey, sport! I have your daddy inside, and I think he wants to see you one more time.

Loy knelt, and by the light of his Avatar Ely became corporeal. Ely sat panting with his tongue hanging out the side of his mouth, with the beautiful, goofy expression labs have. 

Loy’s eyes were already wet from everything that happened with Greg, but fresh tears appeared as he felt Ely’s unconditional love for him.

Guys, can you bring Greg out here? I’ve got Ely with me.

Ken put his hand on Greg’s forearm and said, “Hey Greg, I know this has been strange, and more than a bit overwhelmin’. We’ve got one more thing that is gonna blow your mind bud, but in a good way. We need ‘ta go outside ‘ta the parkin’ lot. There’s someone out there you need ‘ta see.”

His mind spinning, Greg couldn’t imagine who could possibly be outside, even feeling a twinge of fear it might be someone he didn’t want to see.

“It’s cool, Greg. Don’t worry. It’s gonna be sad but good.”

Walking with him, Ken kept his hand on Greg’s shoulder in support.

As soon as Greg stepped outside and reached the bottom of the steps, he looked up and froze. Ely stood beside Loy, his tail wagging ninety miles an hour and his butt wiggling in excitement. It wasn’t the old, pain-wracked Ely Greg had put down… it was Ely in his prime, young and happy and full of energy and love for him.

His voice barely a whisper, Greg said, “How!? Oh my God, Ely…”

Ken put a little pressure on Greg’s back to move him forward. As soon as Greg saw Ely, tears started flowing again. Running over, Greg dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms around his dog, holding him tight and pushing his face into Ely’s fur. His body wracked with sobs, and he could barely talk.

“I’m so sorry, boy. I should have stayed with you…”

All of their eyes were bright at seeing the reunion between Greg and Ely. Loy more than anyone knew what the unconditional love of animals felt like, and linked with Greg, so his emotions at seeing his best friend became a part of them. Greg’s love for Ely and his regret and guilt for not being strong enough to stay with him when his time came to leave the world were clear to them.

Their server panicked, thinking they were going to leave without paying, so Brad went back inside to settle the bills.  By the time he came back out, Greg was more in control of himself.

“I don’t know how any of this is possible. You guys can’t be real… Ely isn’t here… he can’t be. I don’t understand… this has to be a dream.”

His hands never left Ely, rubbing him and loving him. Ecstatic, Ely kept nosing Greg’s hand when he slowed down, pressing himself against Greg.

Loy said, “You aren’t dreaming, Greg. We’re here, and we’re real. Ely is here, but he can’t stay.”

“If you’re real, then who and what are you? What you did to me shouldn’t be possible. Ely being here isn’t possible.”

Greg wasn’t scared. In fact, he felt at peace for the first time in ages. His emotional turmoil gone, at least for the moment, he was bewildered with everything happening to him.

Ken said, “That’s a tough one, Greg. We really can’t tell ‘ya who we are other than friends who care about you. I’m gonna ask ‘ya not ‘ta say anythin’ about this ‘ta anyone. We’ll give you a number ‘ta reach us if you need to, but our help needs ‘ta stay anonymous for now, and I hope you can respect that.”

“Guys, I’ve been in a fog so long I can’t remember the last time I was even able to think clearly. Whatever you did… I don’t even know how to describe it, but I feel open inside and free for the first time ever. I’m still sad, but I can deal with it now. I can’t thank you enough. Of course I’ll keep this a secret. I have a lot of questions I don’t think you can or will answer, but I’m not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. If the best way I can honor what you’ve done for me is to keep it to myself, then that’s what I’ll do, and gratefully too. I still don’t understand how Ely can be here, but thank you for that, too. He was my best friend for so many years. At least I got to tell him how sorry I am for not staying with him. Do you think he understands?”

Loy said, “See for yourself.”

Loy brought Greg and Ely together, connecting them soul to spirit. Ely’s unconditional love washed over Greg, and all the unbound happiness Ely ever felt while playing with him, being touched by him or sleeping beside him on the bed, even Ely’s fierce protectiveness towards him became clear to Greg. Greg started sobbing again, but this time his face had a huge smile on it, and he grabbed hold of Ely, burying his face in Ely’s fur and holding him tight.

It’s amazing isn’t it, Greg? The love our animals have for us? You were a great dad to Ely and took wonderful care of him. You did the best you could, and you can see there’s nothing to forgive. He loves you no matter what.

Greg had never felt anything so pure in his life, and it touched his heart in a way he had never known before.

Why can’t we love this way?

We can, Greg, but it’s hard, and not many people get to the point where they can. You have to love yourself first before you can really love someone else. You have a fresh start now. Don’t go back to the way you were. It won’t be easy, but I can see you’re a good man. You have a decent chance to be truly happy now.

Wiping his eyes, Greg realized he and Loy were talking in their heads, but he stopped wondering what else was possible with these strange men. Being linked with them, he felt the bonds between them. It was the same as Ely felt for him; incredibly powerful and peaceful. It emanated from them, and Greg wanted to feel the same thing himself with another man.

Just go slow, Greg. There’s no rush. Do everything on your own terms, and don’t let anyone force you to be someone you aren’t or do anything you don’t want or aren’t ready to do. You can call any of us anytime you need support. Rick and I and a few of the guys will take you out and introduce you to some new friends. I know you like Bears, and there’s a great Bear community in Atlanta.

Brad and Ken stood a few feet away while Loy and Greg talked, hearing the mental conversation and feeling Greg’s emotions. It felt good to help him and see him open up, especially from the dark place he had been in.

I’m glad you noticed Greg, Ken. I know he’s only one man, but I feel like even helping one person makes a difference in what we’re trying to accomplish. I know this might sound cheesy, but small acts of kindness help keep the darkness at bay and make the world a better place.

Yeah, B, me too. We’re gettin’ pretty badass. What Rick and Loy did with Greg tonight is fuckin’ amazin’. I have a good feelin’ about Greg, and I think we did the right thing.

I know we did.

Moving behind Ken, Brad put his arms around him, pulling him close and squeezing tight. Ken closed his eyes, leaning his head back on Brad’s shoulder. They were still deeply linked and slid even deeper into one another. Greg, especially, noticed it.

Ken and Rick heard a hissing noise behind the building, accompanied by a coldness at the edge of their awareness. Ely turned, facing that direction, and a low guttural growl came from deep in his chest. The four men became instantly alert.

Ken tensed and took Brad’s hand.

Looking back at Rick and Loy he said, “Stay with Greg.”

Ken and Brad moved closer to the back of the building, but the sound had stopped. Ken noticed burn marks on the brick of the building, and a hint of smoke still coming off them.

Pulling Ken tighter, Brad brought them fully together, and as soon as they started to glow, the mark began hissing and smoking again. It was some kind of symbol that at first seemed invisible, but its shape became clear as it burned up. It tried to resist their light, but wasn’t very strong and left a scorched impression on the brick.

Doc? Albrecht?

Yes, Bradford, what is it?

Do you know what this is?

Reaching out to their mentors, Brad pulled the doctor and Albrecht into a private link with just he and Ken, not wanting Greg exposed in case there was any unknown danger to him.

Aaron: It is a rune. That particular symbol is a rune of depression. It would affect anyone in the vicinity who is either weak-willed or emotionally upset and magnify dark and destructive thoughts.

When Ken and I merged a minute ago, it started to burn up.

Yes, it would. That is a dark rune, and the aura you emit when you are deeply merged would easily overpower it. That type of rune would have no effect on you two, but normal humans would have no defense against it.

Brad shared everything that happened since they met Greg with the doctor and Albrecht.

Yes, I can see if your friend was upset such a rune might push him over the edge into a suicidal state, especially if he was already so inclined. I am glad you were able to help him. I will trust your judgment on how to proceed with him and let me know if I can be of any assistance.

Thanks, doc. I wonder how many of these runes might be all over the city. Is there a way to detect them? Until this one started to burn up, we didn’t even know it was here.

If you are close, there are techniques to detect them, but it would be nearly impossible from any distance. Once a rune is created, it is invisible to the naked eye. Their effect is passive, so even with your mind’s eye there is nothing to see.

Okay, doc. Thanks for the info.

Brad and Ken gave the doctor and Albrecht a mental hug as they dropped out of the link.

Ken, I want to try something.

Uh oh. Should I be worried?

Brad grinned.

Douche.

Gently, Brad removed Greg from the link.

Guys, I want to try something. If this works it might piss off the Enemy, so we need to get Greg out of here before we do this in case there’s any fallout.

Greg still knelt with Ely, running his hands through Ely’s thick, soft coat.

Loy said, “Greg…”

With a sigh, Greg looked up and asked, “He has to go now, doesn’t he? You, too.”

“Yeah, he does. We have something else to do here, and it might be dangerous for you. I want to make sure you’re good to be alone tonight. If you aren’t, I can call some friends who you can stay with.”

“I can’t thank you guys enough. This has been like a dream, but I know it’s not. I’m more awake now than I ever thought I could be again. Who knows what I’ll feel in the morning, but for tonight I’m good.”

Giving Ely one last hug, he stood up. Ely got up, wagging his tail, looking at Greg.

Tearing up again, he said, “Goodbye, Ely. I love you, buddy. Be a good boy.”

Loy to Ely: You did great, boy. You can go now.

“Greg, throw this for him.”

Loy put the illusion of Ely’s favorite ball in Greg’s mind, holding it out for Greg to take.

“I won’t ever see him again, will I?”

“I’ve learned to never say never. I don’t know, Greg.”

Greg’s throat started to close up, but he managed to say, “Okay, boy, go get it!”

Greg threw the ball into the tall grass at the back of the parking lot.

As soon as Ely saw his ball, he became excited and kept jumping, trying to get it out of Greg’s hand. His eyes never left the ball, and he took off like a bullet when Greg threw it. Before he was halfway there he started to fade, and by the time he reached the grass, he was gone.

Greg said one last time, “Goodbye, Ely. You were the best dog ever. Be good, and be happy.”

Loy and Rick both put a hand on Greg’s shoulders.

Loy said, “Greg, if you start to slip when you get home call one of us immediately, alright? It’s not an imposition. If we find you didn’t call us and had a hard time, we’ll have to kick your ass. All you have to do is think about tonight, and you’ll know how to reach one of us. Keep next weekend open, and we’ll take you out to meet some new friends.”

Greg turned to Loy, his face wet and eyes bloodshot from all the crying. Putting his arms around Loy, Greg hugged him tightly, saying, “Thanks, Loy.”

Greg’s voice nearly cracked as he did the same with Rick, Ken, and Brad, as each of them hugged him back. It was the first time Greg embraced another man as an openly gay man, and it felt amazing. Their bodies were warm and firm against his, and he liked it, especially Loy's.

“I still don’t know who you guys are or how you can do the things you do. There’s another world out there I didn’t know anything about, and I’m going to have to rethink some things. I’ll keep your secret, guys. If there’s ever anything I can do to repay the favor, just say the word.”

Greg’s sincerity was apparent, his emotions still raw and pure after everything he had been through, and still not operating in the place most people do with lies and deceptions and self-protection mechanisms.

Getting in his car, Greg left for home.

Loy: Damn, that felt good. Greg’s a good man. I hate that the world can push people to the place he was in. It’ll be fun to watch him grow into the person we saw deep down.

Brad: Yeah, I wish there were more guys like Greg out there. Maybe there are, and we just haven’t come across them yet.

Alright, B, what’s this you wanna’ try?

Well, when you and I were together, the aura we put out burned up that rune from across the parking lot. I want the four of us to go deep and strong and broadcast on purpose and see what happens. I bet any runes within a mile or more will burn up. If The Enemy has those things all over the place, no wonder people are turning into basket cases. Maybe human nature isn’t as bad as we’ve been thinking. It makes sense that The Enemy would push people in that direction.

Alright. It would probably be better if all of us were together in case anyone shows up, but I’m sure this will come as a surprise and they won’t be able to respond with any significant force.

Okay, Ricky and Loy, you merge first, and we’ll join with you.

Collectively, their eyes turned white. To Brad and Ken, Rick and Loy’s energy centers opened, shining brightly. Blue, yellow, and red energy crackled around them, blending together until they became a small white star shining in the parking lot. The warmth and love their buddies exuded by being complete in one another were strong, and Brad and Ken smiled as it washed over them. Opening his and Ken’s energy centers, Brad brought them together in the same way.

Fuck, I love you, B. Every time we do this, it makes me love you that much more.

Wrapping his arms around Brad, Ken pulled their bodies as tightly together as their thoughts.

Brad smirked.

More than hash browns?

Laughing, Ken thought: Just a little.

Brad stared into Ken’s green eyes and smiled.

I love you, too, Ken.

With his response, Brad leaned forward, giving Ken a quick kiss.

Brad brought Rick and Loy in with them, and the four men settled in one another, relishing the profound intimacy. They spent a few moments simply being together, and as always their breath caught, and their eyes watered from the strength of the emotions stirring within them.

Okay, guys, let’s push things up a few notches. Let’s go deeper and fill one another up until we’re about to burst.

Delving into one another, they did precisely what Brad said, filling each other up. Their capacity for love was greatly expanded and seemed to increase every time they merged like they were.

Rick and Loy moved closer and the four of them put their arms around each other’s shoulders, holding each other tightly as their hearts filled. The energy they emitted caused a hot wind to blow their hair, and their handsome faces were serene and still. Their hands affectionately gripped each other in comfort and support, and their heads leaned forward to touch.

Their auras brightened to the point where they could hardly see one another. In addition to the light of their energy centers, their Avatars ignited, adding bright colors to the mix. Something was happening Brad didn’t expect, and their Avatars added to what they were doing. A bright ring emanated from them; however, it wasn’t an uncontrolled burst as in the first instance. This time it was intentional and directed.

With Ken and Rick’s exceptional hearing, they detected the nearby hiss of runes burning up. They continued their efforts for a few minutes before pulling back, eventually separating into couples and then into their own bodies, but still linked.

Ken: Holy shit, guys, that was amazin’!

Rick: Yeah, that felt great! I even felt some of the nearby runes burning up.

Loy: The energy we put out from being merged would have done it, but when our Avatars kicked in… just damn.

Brad: That went better than I expected, and that kind of activity doesn’t wear us out. I actually feel better. There’s nothing like being with Ken and you yahoos.

Ken: B, maybe you should fill in the rest of the guys, and the doc and Albrecht. If there are any repercussions, I don’t want ‘em caught off guard.

Yeah, good idea. I’ll give you that.

Ken caught Brad’s smile at his comment and grinned back.

Alright, let’s sit tight for a few and see if anyone shows up.

Contacting the doctor, Albrecht, and the rest of the guys, Brad alerted them as to what they had done. Lane and Bryan, Bill and Kevin, and Pat and Darren stayed linked through Brad to support them remotely if anything happened.

Fifteen minutes later, the four of them sensed danger just before three black Escalades pulled into the parking lot.

Ken: Guys, after the challenge we threw their way, I’m thinkin’ they’re gonna start usin’ lethal force. If they do, then we do what’s necessary ‘ta protect ourselves. If some of them lose their lives, it was their choice. If we can identify which ones’ve been forced into servitude, let’s do our best not ‘ta kill them.

None of them wished to take an innocent life but understood and supported Ken’s decision. They were at war and would do whatever necessary to protect themselves and deal with the consequences afterward.

Lane and Bryan used the time to build a net of energy, pushing it into all of them. Power filled them, their eyes turned white, and their auras brightened.

To protect the cook and server in the restaurant, Brad shielded them, slipping their minds into neutral.

Ken: B, bring us together tight. I want ‘em ‘ta feel what we feel for one another, and if it burns ‘em, all the better. It’ll put them on the defensive right off the bat.

Darren: If they have guns, let me take care of it. Brad, let me know which ones not to hit.

You got it, Dar.

The doors opened, and four large muscular men wearing dark glasses and trench coats exited each car, wielding semi-automatic weapons. Six well-dressed men followed, five in tailored gray suits, and one in a black suit. The one in black held a silver-capped walking cane covered with carved runic symbols.

The men in trench coats moved forward to stand in front of the ‘suits.'

The man in black said, “You are foolish to face us with only four of you. Your challenge to us ends tonight, and The Order will be broken once and for all. With you four gone, the others will fall that much faster.”

Ken retorted, “We aren’t alone, asshole. We’re never alone. You obviously weren’t payin’ attention durin’ my little speech. You may only see four of us, but we’re all here, and if you think the likes of you are gonna take us out, you’re sadly mistaken.”

Ken: Dar, don’t kill him if they start firin’.

Brad: Dar, two of the muscle goons are coerced, the rest are willing.

Stepping back towards the car, the man in black said, “Kill them,” as he bent over to get back inside.

With the first muzzle flash, Brad slowed their perception of time. The muzzle flashes appeared in slow motion followed by bullets moving towards Ken and the others at a barely perceptible rate.

Shit, this is gonna take a while. B, can you fast forward just a little?

Laughing, Brad thought: Do I look like a remote control? Besides, do you have somewhere else to be?

Yeah, at home with you. This fight’s already gettin’ me worked up.

Damn, why didn’t you say so?

Muzzle flashes went off, filling the air with bullets moving forward at a more discernible pace. When they were about five feet from Ken, they stopped again.

Rick chimed in: I can’t believe you two. Do you need to get a room?

Ricky, you know a good fight gets you turned on, too! I can see you eye’n Loy’s hot ass right now.

Loy: You think my ass is hot, Ken?

Bryan’s deep, gravelly voice interjected: You fuckers quit fucking around! Fuck! I don’t want Lane and me to have to heal any of you fuckers. Hurry up and kick their asses so we can get back to business.

Bill: Hey, I have an idea. Why don’t we ask them to hold on a second while you all make out? I know all you hair-triggered fuckers won’t last that long anyway. Then you can focus on the zillion bullets in the air coming your way.

Ken: Okay, ladies, let’s focus, then we can make out. Dar, anytime now.

Piggybacking off the minds of Brad and Loy, it was as if Darren were present. A surge of power came through the link, and the bullets vanished for a millisecond, reappearing at the same velocity but with a new trajectory, now aimed at the ten muscled protectors and the gray ‘suits.’ The two protectors Brad pointed out, and the man in the black suit were not touched.

Brad brought them all back up, and their perception of time returned to normal. Blood splattered everywhere as gray suits and black trench coats were riddled with bullets. In the space of a few seconds, fifteen corpses rested on the pavement.

The man in black stopped, glancing back, his face a mask of surprised fury.

Brad grabbed the minds of the two protectors left standing. He was so much stronger after his last awakening he easily broke the shields over their minds, holding them immobile.

The man in the black suit looked at them, and instead of turning white, his eyes became black as midnight. Moving over, he looked down at the bodies of the grey-suited men. Holding out his walking stick, the runic symbols began to glow with a black, smoky nimbus, while tendrils of dark energy spread over the bodies. Immediately his aura became noticeably stronger, increasing rapidly.

Alright, this doesn’t look good. Get ready.

Bryan’s deep voice came through the link: Punch a hole in his shield. Don’t go for his mind, I just want to get behind that shield for a second.

Ken: Alright, guys, he’s powerin’ up. Let’s get Bry in before he gets any stronger.

Power from Lane continued flowing into all of them, and Brad, drawing from their collective might, sent a white arc of power against the man’s shield. The Enemy servant was strong, but they were one, and a crack appeared from the force of his attack.

Through Ken, Bryan channeled life energy from the tree.  Ken’s Avatar flared emerald green, and the sound of splintering wood followed.  The cane in the man’s hands sprouted limbs, twisting as if alive.  Bryan’s green power smothered the black nimbus as new growth in the wood filled in the carved runes, destroying them.  The man’s Aura diminished as whatever power he drew from the dead bodies stopped.

Looking at his cane in disbelief, he whispered, “How?”

Ken said, “I wouldn’t be worried about your stick, I’d be worried about your soul.”

Light him up, guys. Let’s show this guy what he’s been missin’.

Already one, their love for one another filled them just as Brad, Ken, Loy, and Rick did earlier. They were ten men, five couples, one being, and their light annihilated his shield, burning his black soul, and falling to the ground he screamed in agony.

Through Pat’s Understanding, they were aware of the pain in his mind and heart as he cried out. He emptied his soul years ago in exchange for the darkness residing within him, purging any memories of ever being happy as a child and loving his parents.  His soul had been a dry desert of existence filled with malice and hate ever since.

The tragedy of his life bare to them, at first they felt anger and horror, but as more of his existence was revealed, their anger turned to pity. Amidst his screams, unexpected sorrow crept into their hearts. Kevin felt it far worse than any of them, and his Avatar shone brighter on the ball of his shoulder.

Kevin’s Avatar tugged at his mind, wanting to make the man new again and erase his past as if he had never done any of the horrible things they saw in his life. The conflict in Kevin was immense… the man deserved to die for the atrocity of his life and the vile acts he committed to wield the black power he did. Resetting him would not undo the heinous acts, or bring back people he killed or restore ruined lives.

Ken’s voice broke through the screams.

Do it, Kev. Make him new again. The doc said we’re supposed ‘ta love them. Let’s start here, with him. We’re with you. You were made for this… we’re made for this. Do what your heart’s tellin’ ‘ya and let us help you fix him.

Ken’s conviction spoke to Kevin’s heart. His Avatar wasn’t the only one at work, and the sense of affirmation Ken exuded overcame Kevin’s doubt and reluctance. Once he stopped resisting his Avatar, overwhelming peace and contentment filled Kevin, and a sense of rightness spread through them as they fulfilled a purpose of their existence.

Their light shining down on the black-suited man took on a liquid aspect, running into every crack and crevice in his black mind and heart, driving out the shadows of his former life and replacing it with something new. Excruciatingly painful, he thrashed uncontrollably while tears streamed down his face.  Writhing in physical and spiritual torment, they purged the blackness from him, eradicating it and replacing it with light.

They Understood when the last of the darkness was gone as he lay on the ground, eyes wide open, his face wet with tears. Breathing heavily, he looked around with a bewildered expression, exuding the innocence of a newborn child.

While still together and powered up, Ken thought: Rick, why don’t you free these two protectors.

Rick touched the two big men, putting a hand on each of their massive shoulders. His Avatar glowing, just as he had done with Greg earlier, he unraveled the control and conditioning inflicted and forced on the men by the Enemy. In less than a minute, they fell to their knees unconscious, free from The Enemy’s control. Sadly, at least for the time being, their memories and experiences would remain with them.

Doc?

Yes, Bradford? Is everyone alright?

Yes, sir.

Brad shared his memories with the doctor of what transpired.

Can you contact whoever it was that came to get Henry and tell them we have three more?

I certainly will. I will contact you momentarily and let you know how soon they will arrive.

Thank you, sir.

Ken: Okay, guys, it looks like the funs over for tonight. You all rocked. We’re workin’ our way up the food chain with The Enemy. They won’t know what happened tonight other than eighteen of their people are either dead or gone. Y’all stay on standby for another hour or so in case anyone else shows up.

Lane and Bryan, Bill and Kevin, and Pat and Darren dropped out of the link, but Rick and Loy stayed with Ken and Brad a few more minutes.

Ricky, you and Loy can take off. Thanks again for your help with Greg.

Loy: No problem, Ken. We’ll follow up with Greg in the morning and make sure he’s alright. This weekend we’ll get Pat and Dar to go with us and take him downtown to a few of the gay bars and introduce him to some guys that can help him out.

Hugging each other, the four men said their goodnights.

It wasn’t long before an unmarked van pulled up, and some men none of them had ever seen got out, collecting the two unconscious protectors and the black-suited man. Keeping their interaction with Ken and Brad to a minimum, they quickly left.

Ken: Okay, B, make sure the cook and the server don’t remember anythin’. The cops should be here any minute, and we can leave the bodies a mystery. They’ll probably chalk it up ‘ta gang violence if it even makes the news… but I have a feelin’ The Enemy will keep this quiet.

I bet you’re right.

Let’s head home. I wanna get you in bed.

Foreplay again? You’re learning! I see my seduction skills are paying off.

Hey! Did you just say I’m right?

Brad grinned, shaking his head.

Yeah.  I’m being nice.  I want you in a good mood.

Ken’s little kid grin appeared as they pulled out of the parking lot, and reaching over he took Brad’s hand, holding it and playing with it as they drove home.