Skylarking Under Half A Moon
After dragging the corpses and injured out of the heavy trucks, the 3 groups went to meet with the Instructor atop the safe house. Gunfire sounded nonstop, coloring the lights of the morning with a much different worldview that the city had never experienced before. Especially if considered how close it is to Proteros' borders.
Phesx could now walk by himself as he dragged his prize, or target, and pushed him to the front. The Instructor took a good look at the fella, who seemed to understand what was going on, and went, “Oh, sir! Please! This man is crazy… He’s a madman! Save me from him, please. I beg you, sniff… I’m begging you, all of my body has been destroyed because of him!”
If the young man could, he would’ve placed his palms together, but he could only wish he looked more pitiful. But at least he trusted his slumped shoulder and unnaturally twisted foot.
Omar frowned and looked at Phesx, “Fox, is that true?”
“Of course not,” Phesx calmly answered with a shake of his head. “These injuries were caused by the mobsters. I only gave him a few slaps to shut him down, but only red syringes helped with that. Else, he would’ve been taken away before that fight in the alleyway.”
“No! That’s not true!” The fella despaired, when Phesx suddenly injected him a red syringe in the left jugular. The young man dropped to the ground, hitting his forehead a bit. Phesx looked up and said, showing his master weapon. “See?”
The Instructor looked at Phesx for a while before nodding. Phesx left, feeling weakened and still needing treatment for his gunshot wounds. He went to the medics while Pheli, her group, and the other 2 groups reported the situation. As for Phesx’s report, it didn’t really matter.
Phesx went inside the safe house, where the medics from before and a few others waited for him. He looked at the side just as he lied down on a comfy stretcher. He saw 4 others with fatal injuries around their necks or gunshots in their torsos.
“I can wait. I feel comfortable, so go ahead.” Phesx said. His voice semi-broken and soft, as always. But a medic said, “The order-”
“Touch me now, and I’ll give you a reason to not see me.” Phesx grabbed his wrist and tightened his grasp. The medic exchanged eyes with the other medics before nodding to each other.
The medics from his group nodded at Phesx before leading the rest away. They treated the other people first. Phesx relaxed in his stretcher. With the sudden alarms going off in the city as this attack simple happened from one moment to many more. They only had a few hours.
But that would be enough. From what Phesx heard from the communications’ guys, a lot of criminals from the contractor’s enemy mob were mobilized. It wouldn’t be long before the groups went out to hunt those who wanted to desert the leader who only sends them to their deaths.
By then, those who hid, even from the beginning, will also be hunted by the group that wasn’t here, which was the Instructor’s group. Everything seemed ready. The only inconvenience now, besides the injured target, was the heavily inured. They had to be treated before moving out. Not everyone had 4-wheeled vehicles to escape, or with more wheels.
Phesx rested his eyes, but he still maintained his guard up. As his eyes closed, he went back to the gunfight in the alleyway. It was the craziest, immediate, close-by situation he’s been in. He believed it would remain that way for months and years to come. That was something else.
Slowly, the injured were treated by all medics, performing some surgeries and applying many high-tech medical supplies. Skin partitions were the least important and were only used after a successful surgery. Although Riverlye medics could fail a surgery, they could rapidly recuperate from that. Otherwise, Riverlye and any lagj secret organization would just kidnap hospital surgeons whenever they went on a big mission like this one.
After Phesx was treated, with his body starting the process a bit on its own, Pheli returned with the Instructor. Phesx was still being treated, with his right side cleaned and being poured yellow ointment inside.
“I’ve been briefed of your doings. I saw images, too. You’ve done quite something, lad… You are mad, you know that?” Omar said, standing half a meter away from his stretcher. Phesx gulped a mouthful of water before nodding, “I did my best.”
“Well, it’s time to move. The city governor has been given an order from the president himself, hahaha. Ahh, it’d be a triumphant return. The second-last step is on the move. Those fuckers who went after you are leaving this world. Soon, their commander will, as well.”
“That’s good to hear.” Phesx said, ignoring the pull of skin the female medic accidentally did. She looked up to see if her oops hurt him Omar nodded and continued, “The group is just getting ready. Help move everyone to the cars if you can. It will be time to lie low. Safe travels back to Sargonde.”
With that, the Instructor turned around and left. Pheli walked around and took the tools from the medic, who nodded and just walked away to help prepare the wheels for the other injured. Pheli took care of Phesx for 4 minutes before patching him up with a skin partition.
“There’s a lot of money everywhere,” Phesx said. The medical room, the weaponry, ammunition, and the technology used since the early morning to find and chase the mission’s objectives weren’t small things.
Pheli looked up at him with her resting face, “I know. Want to know how much is the pay to Riverlye?”
Phesx nodded. Pheli gave him a ‘I’m young and reckless’ rock band shirt to wear before softly saying, “From 15 to 20 million credits, I’d say. Riverlye will definitely keep at least 10 or 15 million, just depending. But we don’t get paid the less we are, but the more we do. You’ll get your money.”
“And those who didn’t die in extracting me from the alley?” Phesx asked, thinking of something after knowing that fact. Pheli replied, helping him up after he put the shirt on. “Big payday, too. But not as much. You were supposed to die or be horrendously injured with Omar’s plans.”
“Yeah, figured much when I was on my way here.” Phesx held groans and grunts as he tried standing on his own. Pheli helped him until he could stand without her help. Opening the door to the exit, Pheli nodded to her medics, who went to them to rejoin the group.
“What did you get for us?” Phesx asked after walking down to the main floor. Pheli looked ahead, helping him a little to quicken his pace, “You’ll like it. I got us matching helmets. We’ll go northeast from here, alright?”
“Is it that bad?” Phesx ruefully smirked, feeling weak. Pheli nodded, “3,000 elements were deployed from the capital alone, with another 2,000 send to each airport. All on the president’s orders.”
“Fucking fuck,” Phesx jumped his eyebrows. Were they that famous? Pheli seemed to know his train of thought, adding as she opened the door to the outside. “We only killed those bastards, but they vented on some civilians and blew up some streets to scare us.”
“We’re getting the blame and all eyes on us. The world is hating us all, but the secret world…” Pheli let her words trail off. Phesx looked at her and complemented her words, “Is shining towards us?”
“Well,” Pheli blew air from her nostrils before saying with a smirk, “That is one way to put it.”
“Here it is,” Pheli said after they walked through the empty streets. Little to no Artista remained to protect the target, which the Instructor would move in a few minutes to meet his daddy. Phesx smirked, thinking of the man whose son was beaten the hell out of just because he wanted, and was provoked, of course. Then, he heard Pheli speak before pointing at a narrow alley between apartments.
“A dirt bike?” Phesx widened his eyes. Pheli pouted her lower lip, “You don’t want it? I could’ve taken a family van, but chose this one instead.”
The dirt bike was a very good one, definitely not for kids. It had a white main color and red everywhere else, including the wheels and the gauges to measure and display its stuff. Phesx shook his head.
“Just… fantastic, I think.” Phesx stood up and looked at his woman. She looked at him, slightly smiling to her choice working as intended. He suddenly held her face and kissed her with newfound passion. Pheli received him whole, and when he separated to go for the baby, she asked, smiling with a blush. “What was that about?”
“I met a gentle gal once, but we were only so much for so little. She understood, at least. I would’ve damaged her if I even tried. I hate forcing myself, or others.” Phesx took some tiny, thin tools from his pockets before starting the bike on his own, moving here and there. He prepared the bike before looking at Pheli, whose eyes were wide and attentive, “I always wondered what it would feel if the one I rode with was… someone I wanted… and could handle me… som-”
“The love of your life. You don’t have to make it so dramatic. Let’s go.” Pheli humorously walked over and casually hopped onto the back of the seat before putting her palms together. “I’m still looking for something to hug.”
Phesx blinked and blinked again before smirking from the left corners of his lips. He slipped into the seat, immediately feeling her hands slide through his sides to his chest. Hugging him and resting her chin on his left shoulder, Pheli felt him rode onwards, moving through the empty streets before looking at the side.
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“These are the helmets?” Phesx said, helpless. Pheli smirked and grabbed the black one hidden in the glass compartment at the side of the bike. She said after putting hers on, “Isn’t it fitting?”
Phesx’s helmet was black, but it had a cat with brown paws and beige fur overall sticking its tongue out on the back. Pheli’s was a dull pink helmet, with a black kitty with azure eyes bearing her fangs to cut his helmet’s cat’s tongue off. Phesx nodded, rolling his eyes. Pheli pinched him, seeing his eyes through the bike’s wing mirrors.
… The city wasn’t in a lockdown, but everyone was notified to stay at home and remain calm. All the police, even the corrupt, were ordered to send 2-days supplies to every home and apartment in the city to avoid anyone from going outside.
Others were first tasked with bringing everyone in the streets back to their homes or to shelters. It was a neat response from something so sudden and… tragic.
Phesx met a few SPD blockades. Their equipment went with some of the group who took cars to escape the state’s pursuit. Nothing like a scared girlfriend and a dude with barely a clue of what he was doing to get rid of the cops so they could get far away from the city.
After they fled the city, things got easier. They passed though stops like nothing, only needing to give from 10 to 20 credits per stop, saying they were from another state and were just planning to get to Proteros next week. Not much else was needed besides their chatting skills.
When the night fell, past 10 PM, they were near Désincá’s far northwestern borders. Phesx and Pheli decided to rest, with Phesx needing that rest more than anything. Pheli helped him up the rooftop of a large parking garage.
She grabbed all the cloth from the bike’s storage compartment to make a little bed with their helmets and gloves as pillows. But sooner rather than later, Pheli used his chest as her pillow. They stared at the sky while they rested, trying to fall asleep.
“Forzt.”
Phesx looked down, glancing at his woman, whose orange hair faced him back. He expressed, nudging her head with his chin, “Hm?”
“My family name, Caolia, you mister.” Pheli replied. She lifted her face to look at him. Since his chin was close, she smooched it before pushing it away with her right index finger. Phesx blinked as she lifted her head to rest her head on his right shoulder, very close to his face, staring at him with fully opened eyes.
“Pheli Forzt… it sounds good. That’s…” Phesx voiced, trailing off. Pheli slightly nodded, “It’s from Túacan. Just from the other side of the country’s heart. I was born in a little family. Just kidding. An enormous family. Wealthy, too. Influential, as well. It is the largest family in the ‘world’s state of redheads’ for every merit.”
“Ah, yes. I heard those words before, in Ojazul.” Phesx looked up, but his eyes seemed vacant as Pheli’s celeste eyes focused on them. On him; whole. His right hand caressed her head, hair, and cheek, comforting her, but relaxing with the sensations.
“So, did my Phephe have an evil mother-in-law, did your family want to give you to a big bad prince that would only abuse you, or were your triplet sisters trying to kill you? Why did you leave that place?” His voice soothed her, regardless of their comical tone, if a little. Smiles formed at his lips as he spoke, looking like quite the charmer and besotting her.
“I didn’t like being… under the world’s eyes and actions. My father leads the family.” Pheli paused before continuing, chuckling a bit of air out of her nostrils. “Not for succession, but because he is that good. His management, social skills and understanding of the heart brought the Forzt ‘clan’ to the highest we’ve ever been.”
“Some even said, 4 decades ago, that my father, a young man, could bring the ‘second Preut’ into Lýmoca’s future. But not Preut, as Túacan is one of the sacred, oldest, core territories of Lys since the beginning of the 4th order.”
“My father was young then. My mother was getting sicker, but she still tried to have children with my pa. They had me, but mother grew worse and worse and worse and… worse.” Pheli released a big bout of air after saying these words. She blinked, before Phesx pinched her nose and scratched her gently, as if knowing she would feel better getting rid of that itch. An itch she didn’t even realize she had.
“Thanks,” Pheli delicately expressed. Phesx responded with a nod. Her eyes suddenly focused on him. His eyes were practically lost, looking at the sky with a few stars. Few but shiny. They glowed brighter than most any other day. Pheli knitted her eyebrows, unsure.
“…” Puckering her lips a bit in concern, Pheli landed her right hand on his sternum, rubbing it ever so slightly in circular motions. Phesx blinked a few times. His eyes returned to the real world, feeling the lapse of time clouding his senses, making him feel heavier just about everywhere.
But just as he raised his head and looked to his right, a wonderful, breathtaking face, the source of clarity, his source of anchoring to this vain world, looked at him; in love.
He grabbed her left wrist with his left hand before speaking to her with the tips of their noses grazing one another.
“You don’t have to give me thanks for scratching you. You can keep that when there is only so little to talk, and we can’t but look into each other’s eyes. You won’t need words, and I will understand. I hate words, too. But yours are perfect. I’ll kill anything that stops me from hearing them, even your little noises. I’ll destroy it all if I can’t listen to you when I need you; have you.”
“…My blood…” Pheli’s widened eyes softened. She laid on her back as Phesx turned and rose before her, still in their cloth blankets. Phesx responded with a broken, soft voice. “Our blood.”
Their left hands held each other before they knew it. Then, Phesx fell on his left, enjoying Pheli’s presence on his right and giving her his left arm to rest her head on. His organs appreciated it, too.
“That can only be a nightly confession,” Pheli said, closing in closer towards him with her head rubbing against his arm. Swaying her nose left and right with her eyes closed, opening them when she momentarily stopped to look at his face and repeat until their noses were against each other.
“But there’s something you lied about.” Said Pheli. Phesx couldn’t see the playful hint in her eyes before she went, “You’ve forced my body quite a lot. I am but a weak, clumsy lady in your beastly, evil arms. Am I not?”
“Pheli…” Phesx salivated. He didn’t make any effort to silence his gulping sounds, before abruptly, softly pecking her lips quite a lot of times. Pheli kept her face and head immobile, letting him do as he wished with her mouth, her lips being drawn out and smacking.
Her eyes opened to watch him go, but closed knowing he was returning, followed by the sensation of his lips pressing and then pulling hers. The darkness before her eyes only enhanced every moment, every feeling. Her body couldn’t help but feel like melting as their left hands and their fingers continued intertwining.
She softly responded, at last. Pouting her lips after he pressed them, returning the favor, to pouting them all along, letting her man lick, bite, kiss and suckle her luscious mouth. But when she licked her lips out of thrill after endless exchanges, he stopped.
When she opened her eyes, she immediately closed the left one. Phesx kissed it, tapping it ever so lightly with his lips before bombarding her exquisite face with them, over and over again. Pheli’s body melted, feeling like a heavenly rain caressed her skin.
“See what you did? Our moment was stepped on by your sexual deviant nature. It was going so well,” Phesx softly whispered. Pheli’s face blushed. She slapped his chest away, but he didn’t move a millimeter. Seeing Phesx just smiling from ear to ear, Pheli’s blush deepened and further spread to her neck and collarbone. Her mouth remained slightly open, gasping for hot breaths.
Phesx hugged her closer, accommodating the blanket under her body, disgracefully groping her butt and thighs to her reddening blushes everywhere. Her watery, dreamy, foggy, steamy eyes looked up at him after hiding her silly little smile from his impenetrable black eyes.
“So, did you have any siblings?” Phesx smirked when asking the question. Pheli pouted a bit, looking so delicate and sweet. She nodded, softly saying after burying her forehead on his neck. “I had~. There were 2 younger boys and twin sisters, actually. The latter are the youngest, and which my mother perished to give birth to. She died 2 years later, so they could at least remember her face and voice… I sound a little like her, so I sang to them every day and night.”
“Until you left.” Phesx commented. Pheli lifted her body to see his eyes, slightly nodded in satisfaction, and returned to feel her forehead warm against his neck. “Until I left.”
“My mother didn’t really help much with the Forzt family matters. She did make my father incredibly happy every damn hour of the day. Even after she died, he remained the caring father and magnanimous family head he was before. I’d say he’s improved with more time for more experience-earnings.”
“Are you telling me to go call my father-in-law when I want to make awful, honest yet dishonest money?” Phesx slowly said, rubbing her back. Pheli nodded her head. “He will help you.”
“He knows I’m ‘here’, but just doesn’t dare to do anything about it. Mn. Have you ever been told what hoogs are in Lýmoca?” Pheli’s cheekiness and brazenness left Phesx speechless, but she knew how to hook him.
Being something he immeasurably cares about since he became part of the secret world, Phesx sighed helplessly. “Siiigh, tell me.”
“The oldest one is named Piya Sanctum District. Not much is known, other than they are neutral and never act. The second oldest would be… the Scarlet Houndhood. They are the greatest assassin hoog in the world. Even ANS’ Facilitate Epidemic would cry in fear if they met one in an international mission. Hmph.”
“And the other… the extremists?” Phesx could see the light glint of patriotism in her celeste eyes. Even though he could only hear her humorous harrumph. Pheli looked up at him, poking her nose into his neck. “You heard abwt thwm?”
“Hmf. No, just that there might be a bunch of extremists living among us.” Phesx replied after holding a chuckle upon hearing her muffled words. She could be cute and playful when she wanted, and she always got him. Phesx also felt good just now, with her mouth on his neck and her words traveling through, vibrating his skin.
“Well, they are the Tri Fortress Shield. Legend has it, these come from PSD. Their founders were foolish extremists who wanted to ‘dethrone’ PSD, but their predecessors brought TFS to stability, standing strong with Scarlet Houndhood always lurking.”
“Guess whose territory we made a mess in?” Pheli leaned on his arm and said with a wide, evil smirk. Phesx Caolia tilted his head to the left, looking at her, and said, “Don’t tell me i-”
“The PSD!” She smirked, feeling victorious. Phesx mentally sweated, but nothing could be done now. If he had known, would he have made any of those things? Maybe. They were inactive and neutral, no? After all is said and done…
“Well, Proteros is their ‘base’. They were the first, so they had the first available choice.” Pheli briefly bit his arm, glaring at him like a lioness inviting her lion. “It is known SH wanted to ally with TFS in their 2nd generation to deal with PSD and become stronger hoogs to defend Lýmoca from the foreign hands infesting it. However, TFS refused them wholeheartedly. Although TFS is extremist, they are known for aiming to stabilize the secret world and the ordinary in Lýmoca.”
“And to destroy the criminal world?” Phesx smiled. Pheli nodded, “How did you guess?”
“…” Phesx looked at her woman, blinklessly. He shook his head and said, already with his palm going down her lower belly, through her pants…
“What’s my territory like? Ooh? What’s this? A flood happened?” Phesx smirked, but then, looking at Pheli’s instantly frowning face with eyes desirably closed, he became shocked. Was he this good? Or did he make her wait too much?
“AAhh…” Pheli shortened her scream, or yelp, as she held Phesx’s arm. Not to stop him, but to pull him even more wantonly between her legs, beneath the cloth blankets. Then, she opened her watery celeste eyes to meet her man’s face. Their mouths connected, and would soon be followed by their bodies.
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