10 comments/  17068 views/  13 favorites

Xander

By: Dionysosk



Hello to those who may be reading this. I'm fairly new to this whole scene, having only started reading stories on Lit about a month or two ago. Most stories are all the same, so I thought I'd try adding something fresh into the mix. This is my 2nd submission. There may be more, depending on the reception this initial part gets. There will also be no sex in the beginning chapters, (assuming that I'll be writing more) as I really want to build up my characters, and make you at least feel some kind of emotional connection to them, be it love or hate.

I would also like to say that this is a fictional world, entirely conjured up in the day dreaming hub that is my mind. Tired of the conventional format and/or setting, I decided to create a world of my own. Any and all similarities to any people, living or long since passed are entirely a coincidence. That also applies to my made up world. If it in any way resembles that of any other, which is in any other stories you have read, is also a coincidence.

This is a world where technology is has been mixed with magic. For example, what powers electricity would be some kind of magical device, and not water, or wind, or the sun. Or cars, that don't run on fuel, but rather magical energy, either coming from a tank, or the driver.

Well, with all that having been said, in closing, I'd just like to say that depending on demand, I'll add to the series.

Anyway, Enjoy.

Dionysosk. 

*

Something seemed to be touching his chest. No, touching isn't the correct term, splashing onto his chest. Splash, splish, splash. What was it? Rain? The splashing however, seemed to be coming in a constant jet, and although smaller droplets were splashing all over him, it mostly was hitting him in one spot; his chest. Also, it was warm. Wait; warm? Was rain ever warm? No it wasn't. That's when he knew something was up. He slowly opened his eyes, his vision blurred, as his eyes adjusted. Slowly, he was starting to make out shapes, colours, and then sounds, slowly as everything came into focus. He then looked down, to his chest. Once his eyes hit their target, he was shocked to see some stray mutt, with its leg up, relieving itself on his chest. He tried to stop it, but he couldn't move. He had no energy whatsoever, and his head was throbbing like crazy. After the dog was finished, he looked at it, and made a mental note to kill it later. It walked off, and his eyes started to dart around, and take in his surroundings. Where was he? How did he get there? How long had he been out? Why had he been out? Who was he? He decided to answer these questions before deciding on a course of action. He tried and tried, but for some reason, he just couldn't remember how he got there, and the more he tried to figure it out, the more his head would throb. After failing to recall anything, he realised something; he couldn't even remember his own name. Panicking for a few minutes, he then had a brain wave. He'd just have to look at his Identification Card, and all his problems would be solved. Only problem was, other than a pair of boxers, he was completely naked.

As he could feel panic start to rise, he calmed down, and he tried to take in his surroundings. Although it was dark, he saw that he was in an alley. He could smell something foul and realised he had been tossed into a whole load of bins, and the garbage was all over the place. He then looked towards his right hand and saw something; a sword he assumed. His hand was on the hilt. He tried to see if he could move his fingers, and he was able to, so he gripped onto the hilt of the sword real tight, and pulled it towards him. Using it for support, he used it to pull himself up onto his feet, but this took multiple failures and a considerable amount of time. After finally to his feet, and not instantly falling back down, he started walking, using the sword as a walking stick of sorts. The sword was really long, and he assumed it was at least 6 feet in length, but as he was pretty tall himself, so it wasn't much of an issue.

He walked towards the light, at the end of the alley. As he approached it, he could hear sounds of life, people walking, talking laughing. Shop owners; peddling their goods, making loud sales pitches, enticing people to come to their shops. The sounds of music, dancing and movement. The smells of street food being cooked. It all beckoned to him, as he was hobbling, barely able to stand, using a giant sword as a crutch, naked except for a pair of boxer shorts. He needed to see if anyone recognised him, and if anyone was willing to help him. The closer he got to the alley exit, the more impatient he became, and the faster he hobbled, until he completely disregarded his physical condition and was moving too fast for his severely depleted body. His coordination was still fuzzy, which resulted in him losing his footing, tripping, flying over the threshold of the alley, and into the street, crashing unceremoniously into the ground. His huge sword went flying into a wall, and lodged half of itself in it, perfectly straight and horizontal. This caused many people to scream, and flee in fear. Those who remained; at the sight of this, all stopped what they were doing, and came to a complete standstill. They all watched as this mysterious figure stood up, with immense difficulty, yet no one offered a helping hand. Once standing, he turned and asked if anyone could help him, or if they at least recognised his face. As he looked around, he realised that almost everyone was much shorter than him, and all backing away slowly. He heard a booming voice asking for help, and slowly realised it was his own voice. He kept asking, now becoming hysterical, and his voice cracking in desperation. His voice was hoarse, and his throat was extremely dry. He didn't know when last he ate, or even had a drink of water. The more people backed away, the more vocal he became, asking why no one was helping him. The problem was, his voice was extremely loud, deep, and hoarse, and people mistook his desperation for anger, and hysterics for rage. Eventually, one person emerged from crowd that had now encircled him; a girl, no older than 20, came up to him, nerves visibly showing and asked

"Y-y-y-you ask us if n-n-none of us can recognise you a-at all?" She stammered. "Have you not s-seen yourself?"

"No." Replied, almost growling "I have just woken up, and have no idea who I am, that's why I'm asking you people for help!" His voice making the flinch.

The girl then pointed to a store window and said "P-please, look at you r-r-reflection in the window, then you w-w-will see—"

"I ALREADY KNOW I'M BASICALLY NAKED, THAT'S WHY I NEED HELP!!!" He thundered, his voice more intimidating than King Kong, swatting at planes like they were flies. The space the crowd gave him increased, as they all gasped and were intimidated even more. The girl however didn't run, she just shrunk and cowered. At the sight of her cowering, he immediately adopted a softer tone.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap, but please understand my frustrations. If no one recognises me, then—"

"Please. Look at the w-w-window." The girl replied.

He stumbled over towards the window, and as he got there, what looked back at him shocked him. There stood a tall frame, standing at around 6'5". His frame was wide, but not overly so. He was huge though, Shoulders, lats, triceps, biceps, trapezius muscles, calves, quads, abs, pecks, everything was huge, and ripped, and he had tattoos; thick black lines, tattooed down on both front and back of his arms and legs, and had what looked like a sun, tattooed on his chest, the rays zigzagging out. His skin was brown. An ashy brown though. Too dark to simply be a tan; yet too light for him to be black. But what got him, was the fact that he was masked. A masked that looked like the mask Death, one of the 4 knights of the apocalypse wore, except this covered his entire head, not even letting one hair out. He now understood why the people there on the street cowered around him. He was extremely imposing, and intimidating. He was built like Adonis, but looked like the evil version. He pulled as hard as he could, yet the mask would not budge. He damn near ripped his head off his shoulders, but nothing.

He dropped down to his knees, shocked, stunned, he then fell onto his hands, now on all fours. As his fingers slowly balled into fists, they dug into, and left ten lines in the pavement. After what seemed like an eternity to him, he lifted his lifted his right fist up into the air and screamed

"WHAT THE FUCK" and slamming his fist into the ground, he finished "IS THIIIIIIS?!!!"

The crowd gasped and jumped back, as his fist came crashing into the ground. When his fist came into contact with the pavement, a shockwave emanated from that spot, and the ground collapsed around his fist, send cracks through the ground in multiple directions, following immediately after the shockwave. The blocks which made up the pavement, separated, and started flying up, as a huge cloud of dust followed the blocks of pavement, which followed the shockwave. The force of the blow caused the wires from the electric poles to snap, and fall to the ground, as sparks of electricity went flying everywhere. Windows from all the shops in sight shattered, and a mini earthquake then followed. The crowd wanted to panic and scream and run, but was too scared shitless to even think of making a sound or moving. 

All was still, with neither the crowd, or the large confused amnesiac still on all fours, with his right fist buried in the remains of the pavement, making a sound. Finally, the girl who was speaking to him earlier approached, and asked

"A-a-are you o-ok?"

He looked at her, realising that she was absolutely terrified of him, even more than before.

Struggling to his feet, then hobbling over to his sword, still lodged perfectly perpendicular to the floor; he pulled the sword out, and leant on it for support once again. He looked back to the girl.

"No." He groaned "But thanks for asking" as he stumbled on down the street, he turned to the crowd.

"Sorry for all the damage I've caused. Once I'm good for it, I promise I'll pay you back."

He turned, and made his way down the street, until he found himself in another alley, where he looked around, and sat, and fell asleep.

He awoke a few hours later, still clutching the sword, he finally examined it. Gosh, was it a piece of work. It looked as though in had been carved out of the skull of some kind of large mythical creature, like a dragon or something. It massive and knarled, and as he had earlier deduced, was very long. Most wouldn't even be able to support its weight. It was also very wide, about a foot in width, and had all sorts of rivets and sharp spiky things that jutted out. However, despite its appearance, it was actually very flat, and extremely sharp. The handle was extremely long, and thick, wrapped with a long black leather strap. I was kind of a grotesque looking weapon; that was clearly meant for maiming, as well as killing. Upon close inspection, he noticed a name that had been inscribed into the sword. Looking closer, read each letter out loud.

"X-A-N-D-E-R. Is....is that who I am? Is that my name? If this is my sword, then it should be." He let out a sigh of relief, and stared up into the night sky, softly whispering his name repeatedly. He finally knew a bit about himself, other than the fact that he was huge, and also strong. The destroyed street was evidence of that. He laughed a little bit and that, and sat back to relax.

As Xander was slowly drifting off again, he suddenly heard a loud crash, and a lot screaming, cursing, and yelling. Getting up, he lifted his sword onto his shoulder, surprised that none of the barbs pierced his skin, and headed toward the direction of the noises.

Xander was now running, wondering where all this energy was coming from. He hadn't eaten or had anything to drink since regaining consciousness, and didn't know how long he'd been out, yet here he was running, with a giant sword on his shoulder. Running through alleys, dodging trash cans and sleeping hobos, jumping over obstacles, using agility he never knew he had, he turned a corner, and ran into a confrontation.

He saw one man, dressed a leather tunic, accompanied by leather greaves, boots, and gloves. He had two very well made short swords on either hip, in scabbards that were adorned with gold and silver. He had a cloak on, and a hood, covering his head, and thus Xander could not make out any facial features. This man was surround by 5 other men, all dressed in rags and dirty clothing, carrying crude weapons, maces, swords, flails, and they surrounded the hooded man. A very large man, as tall as Xander, but much wider, with massive, muscled shoulders, huge pecks, and a massive beer gut stood there, wearing crude leather armour himself. He had a large fuzzy beard, with a bold nose, and looked like a typical thug boss. They were all laughing as their boss came forward, and finally spoke with a loud booming voice

"Well, well, well, boys, it appears we have some prey! Now Darius, whoops, I mean, Master Darius, what are you doing so far from you guild? It's not safe at all for a man to be walking around here alone in the middle of the night, especially a man your age. One can't tell what might happen. Now, we are being kind enough to offer you our protection Master Darius, from big bad wolves that come out to eat at night. All we ask for in return, is 100 000 rugals. That much money shouldn't be too much for a man in your position, now should it, Master Darius? If however, you choose to turn down our generous proposal, we aren't responsible for what happens to you...." He emphasised this, by drawing his dagger, and licking along the length of the blade, very slowly.

Master Darius just laughed out loud, before drawing both his blades, and then striking his battle pose.

The boss then screamed "C'MON BOYS!! Diplomacy didn't work with this wad of panty waste! Let's gut him like a pig, and then surely, a rival guild will pay us handsomely, and all we'll have to worry about for the next few months is what to drink, and which bitches to fuck! LET'S GET 'IM!!!"

And with that, before they could strike this Darius guy (and before he could strike them), Xander was on them in a flash. He flew towards the boss, right leg straight, left bent, and planted his bare foot directly onto the boss' face. As the boss' head snapped back, he pushed with his foot, doing a back flip, landing just in front of Darius. Then, moving the sword of his shoulder, he swung down on one of the men, who just managed to get his weapon up, and hold it above him horizontally, as the giant sword swung down towards him with ferocity. Sword; made contact with sword, Xander clutching the sword in his right hand. The force from the blow pushed the thug down into the ground with a shock wave, creating a mini crater where the thug stood. Then, shifting his left foot forward in a semi circular motion, and drawing his left arm back, bending his elbow, he then straightened his arm, fingers curving mid way, not covering the palm, and he thrust it into the thugs sternum, hearing crack, and sending him flying through the wall, leaving a cloud of dust where the impact was. He then looked to the left, and saw one of the thugs running towards him. Sword still in hand, he dragged it along the ground, sparks following the path the sword was taking, then with force, Xander swung the sword up into the air, almost like an upper cut, leaving him basically floating in the air. The Shockwave travelled through the ground, splitting it, and leaving it open behind it, like a gorge. Before the thug knew what was happening, he was in mid air, with a long gash starting from his abs, going up to his shoulder, spraying blood like a fountain, as he was thrown back, rag dolling his way into another wall.

As Xanders' feet made contact with the ground, his right knee buckled, and he stumbled a bit. The boss thug then took this moment to spring from the shadows, and try a surprise attack, and swung his giant mace. Xander saw this just in time, turning his blade sideways; right hand on the handle, left on the blade, he positioned his foot behind his failing right for support, and dug it into the ground, he tilted his torso back slightly, and as the mace hit the flat of the blade, turning the wrist of his right hand at the same time turning his left hand in the same direction, he used the momentum of the mace to deflect the blow, and direct it into the ground. Keeping the move going, he then moved his foot along the ground in the semi circular motion once again, kicking up dust, and moving his entire body around. As he reached the 360th degree of his movement, he sprung off his right foot and leapt towards the boss, with his right arm across his body, holding the sword, which was lagging behind. 

The boss had already abandoned the mace and gripped his two handed sword and was waiting for Xander to swing, which he did. First swing, blade met blade, with sparks lighting the dark alley. Second swing, blade met blade, however due to Xanders lack of energy, he was pushed back, stumbling slight. The boss saw this as a chance, and he brought the blade down with force. His lack of skill however was his downfall, as Xander easily and skilfully side stepped the blow, then launched himself at the boss, bringing his fist to the boss' gut with such a powerful short uppercut, that the boss proceeded to vomit everything he had for dinner onto the floor, before passing out.

Xander was about to relax, before he remembered that he'd only taken care of half of the bastards. He turned around quickly, before seeing something he hadn't expected. Master Darius had defeated the other 3 thugs, so quickly and easily, that he had tied up all 3, piled them on top of each other, and sat on then, as though they were the most comfortable couch in the world. He looked at Xander, and beneath the hood, Xander saw perfect white teeth.

Xander laughed, and as he was about to ask how Master Darius had done that, his stomach growled audibly. Master Darius was stunned, and Xander giggled, before his vision went blurry, and eventually black. Before passing out, he heard Darius ask.

"Hey kid, wait! What's your name?!"

"Xander..." he replied, before passing out.

Xander awoke with a start. Something was wrong. He was warm, and was sleeping on something soft. Seeing as the last previous two times hadn't been so pleasant, the thought he was dead. His eyes adjusted to his new surroundings, and he found himself in a room; a very nice room. He was sleeping in a huge bed, and was terribly comfortable. All of a sudden, the door o the room opened, and an older looking man walked in. He looked to be in his mid to late fifties, long grey hair, and a well trimmed beard. He looked at this man with a confused look on his face, to which the man just smiled. He recognised that perfect smile.

"Xander; I see you're awake. How are you feeling kid?"

"Master Darius, where are we. And what exactly are you a master of?"

"We are in my guild. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Master Darius Lex. It's pronounced 'Dar-eye-us', not 'Dar-ee-us'. I am the Master of this guild, Lex Guild, pleased to meet you!" He said, flashing that perfect smile

Xander, still feeling confused asked "That's nice and everything, but why am I here?"

"Because you passed out from starvation, and I don't know where you live. Well, that, and I want to join my guild. What do you say Xander?"

To be continued....

*

Well, that was the beginning of the story of Xander. Lemme know how you like it in the comments section.

Peace.

DionysosK. 

Xander Ch. 02



Hello to those who may be reading this, this is the 2nd Instalment in the Xander series. The edited Chapter 1 will be posted at a later stage.

It states in the foreword of Chapter 1 that cars are commodities that are available in this world; however, they aren't cars as we know them. Cars in this world are more like 4 wheeled contraptions, that are powered by Magical energy, that as mentioned in Chapter 1, are powered by Magical Energy, either provided by the driver, or a magical device. So just imagine them as horse carriages that move without any horses.

Also, people can use Magic. Those who can are called Mages (obviously) and use Magical Energy to perform their spells. Those who have no Magical talent are usually Warriors, and rely on physical conditioning and Stamina to perform their techniques. There are also those, who have both Magical Energy, and Stamina. Those who are more Mage oriented are known as Mage Warriors, and those who are more Warrior oriented are known as Battle Mages. These are the standard classes.

Among these 3 classes, the more competent practitioners each have special items that give them powers. The powers can only be released through each item. For example, a competent Mage, who has an affinity for fire, will get a Fire Staff, which will allow him to 'fire' high level fireballs. It will also augment his Fire spells, making them more powerful. Every practitioner has an affinity towards something. For example, a Warrior with an affinity for Speed, will receive an item that will augment their Speed which upon activation, will allow them to be able to move and fight at a much higher speed. The higher the affinity and competency of the Warrior or Mage in question, the more powerful their item is. Whereas the competent, and above all have standardised items which can be interchanged, the Elite get their own unique items, that can only be used by themselves.

There are also people with unique affinities. For example, a Mage can have an affinity towards Death, and that would make him a Necromancer, leading to him receiving his own unique item, and spells. Amongst the elite, it is common to have two affinities. This creates new classes, which allows for new techniques. For example, a Mage who has affinities for both Fire and Death, would make him a NecroFlame, which would allow him to use Necromancer spells, and augment them with Flame spells as well, which could lead to a Skeleton Mage which throws fireballs, or Skeletal Warriors with flame enhanced weapons. The more competent the Necromancer, the more minions he can summon. They can also choose between having 100 competent minions, or 20 powerful ones; it all depends on the spells they decide to use.

Lastly, this tale is as much a Sci-Fi story, as it is a Fantasy story, as even though this is a world of magic and shit, that same magic provides a certain level of technology, like computers, TVs, those weird cars I mentioned, electricity etc.

Page long foreword complete, I can only say thank you to those who liked the 1st Chapter of Xander, despite its multiple goofs. This is the next Chapter, and hopefully it'll be an improvement.

Enjoy.

DionysosK. 

*

Xander looked at Master Darius. This guy, who looked like he was about to be squashed like a bug by that gang of thugs, actually turned out to be the leader of a guild; a GUILD!! Xander really wanted that to mean something to him, but it didn't, even in the slightest. Xander had no idea what the fuck a guild was. It didn't help either, that he was saved by a guild, and offered the chance to join one. Master Darius had said that line with pride, as though Lex Guild, or whatever it was called, was powerful, or competent, or whatever. Xander was lucky that Master Darius couldn't tell just how confused and unimpressed he was with this information, as the mask was still on his face, however he'd eventually have to speak, and then the truth would be revealed. Just as he was about to speak, his stomach growled, and he passed out again. As he was passing out, he heard a voice.

"Hey, Xander? Xander?! Shit..."

Xander woke up again, however he didn't know how long he was out for. He looked to the side of the bed, and on the bedside table, he found a tray that was just packed with food. His stomach growled at the sight of it, and he immediately reached out for it. He found this ball that had been deep fried. He brought it to his mouth, and bit into it. It crunched, and as he ate it, he found it was the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted, although seeing as it was the 1st time he had eaten anything since waking up, and he had amnesia, it was the only thing he'd ever tasted. He was sure it was just deep fried flour, but good Lord was it delicious. He then stopped eating for a second.

"Wait a minute...if I'm eating this food, then that must mean that the mask is off! Yes! I'll finish eating this food, and look for a mirror, so I can at least see what I look like!"

He then sat up, put the tray on his lap, and ate like a man possessed. When he was about to finish his meal, he looked back at the bedside table for some water or something. He found a jug of water, with a note next to it. He opened it, and it read

"Hey Kid, I had to leave for a bit. I'll be back to check on you later. I don't know how you're going to eat this food, as we couldn't pull the mask off. 

PS : DO NOT LEAVE THE ROOM UNTIL I GET BACK.

Darius."

"What is he talking about? How would I be able to eat, if the mask was still on?" Xander said, while reaching a hand up to his face.

When his hand made contact with something cold, that felt like steel or something similar, his skin crawled. He felt all around his face, and his palms only came into contact with the mask. How could this be? He just ate a mountain of food!

"WHAT THE FU...No wait, calm down me. I need to calm down, and think this through."

He then gripped one of the last bits of food; one of those fried flour balls, and brought it to his mouth. He did this to see if the mask would open up, and when he heard the ball make contact with the mask, he was beyond confused.

'What the hell is going on? Why is it that I was able to eat not even 5 minutes ago, and now all of a sudden, I can't? What is up with this mask?'

After trying again and again to force the mask to open again, he gave up. He was pretty demoralised when he couldn't open the mask.

"Fuck it then, I'll just eat this stupid ball" he said, bringing the ball to his mouth.

Next thing, he heard a crunch, and felt food in his mouth, as he had taken a bite out of the fried flour thing. 

'What's going on? Every time I brought it to my mouth, the mask didn't open. When I decided to just finish off the rest of the food, it opened. What the fuck? Does this mean that this mask only opens when I want to eat or drink something? No way, what kind of mask does that?'

Xander then decided to put it to the test. When he brought the ball up to his mouth for the sake of it, it met resistance; the resistance being the mask. When he brought the ball up with the genuine intention of biting into it and eating, it met no resistance, and went into his mouth. This confirmed that the impossible was happening. While trying to figure this all out, Xander ended up dozing off again. Even though he had eaten, it was his 1st meal since he had woken up, so he was still weak.

Xander woke up again, and it seemed as though it was morning, as rivulets of light were peaking through the gaps between the curtains. When he looked around, he realised that he was in a huge room, and the bed he was sleeping in was also huge. The room was adorned with lavish material and items; all made from the finest resources. This was a really impressive room. He looked around, and he saw a figure, lying on a lavish and extremely comfortable looking couch.

'Who's that? Is this his room?' Xander thought, as he shuffled to get out of bed.

"I'm glad to see you're awake and everything, but are you sure you're ok to be moving around?"

The voice was familiar; it was Master Darius. Master Darius was bunking on the couch, while he was in a bed. Then it hit him: he was sleeping in Master Darius' bed, and had forced him to sleep on the couch.

Master Darius got up, and walked over to the bed, pulling a chair with him, and eventually placing it next to the bed and sitting down.

"Master Darius, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to force you to sleep on the couch. Why didn't you just put me there, and take the bed? Or at least put me in another room, that way I wouldn't be inconveniencing you!"

"You're not an inconvenience Xander. Besides, I put you in my bed because you were in really bad shape. I also placed you in my room, as I'm sure you didn't want people prodding and probing at that mask. Speaking of the mask, did you manage to take it off, as I can see you ate almost all the food?"

Xander sat up, and looked at Master Darius.

"No, the mask stayed on. I ate with the mask on."

"What? How did that happen?"

"It kind of opened when I wanted to eat something. It's easier to just show you."

And with that, Xander gripped the remaining bit of food he left just for this purpose, and he lifted it up towards the mask. As it got there, a slit appeared, and separated, creating a square large enough for the morsel of food to fit.

Master Darius just stared at Xander. When he looked closer at the square that had opened up, he tried to see if he could see Xanders' face, but he could only see blackness. Then, the square closed, and it was as though nothing happened.

"It doesn't just open. Unless I genuinely have the intention to eat or drink, it doesn't open up."

Xander then poured himself a glass of water, bringing it up as though he was going to drink it. It dinked against the mask at the 1st attempt, however, he tried again, and the 2nd time, it opened up, and he drank the water.

Master Darius looked at Xander for a while, trying to figure out what this all meant.

"Hmmm...it seems as though that mask has been magically placed on you, and cannot be removed. What also suggests the use of magic, is how it's able to just open up like that. I couldn't see your face when it opened either. I—"

"What do you mean magic, Master Darius? Magic? I don't know what you're talking about. Before you even ask, I have no idea who or what I am. I woke up in an alley, while getting pissed on by some stray mutt that I still have to kill, and all I had on me was a pair of boxer shorts, a sword, and this mask. I have amnesia, and don't recall anything from before I woke up. I don't know where we are, or what kind of w—"

"Okay, okay, don't worry; I'll explain things as best I can. We are currently in the city of Rock; I know, it's a ridiculously stupid name for a city, but that's its name. Rock is one of the 4 main cities in the country of Drednin. The cities are Terx, Lakus, Anta, and Rock. Each of these cities is huge and filled with many people, trying to live their lives. We live in a world filled with Magic and Warriors. We..."

Master Darius then spent time explaining how the world worked, how people had abilities and Magic, special items, etc. Not wanting to bombard Xander with too much, he just explained the classes and affinities every person had, and decided to tell Xander the rest later.

"Do you have any questions so far?"

"Yes, um, what's a guild?"

"This is a guild." Master Darius said very matter-of-factly.

"I know that! I mean what IS a guild?!" This reaction caused Master Darius to laugh, and pat Xander on the shoulder.

"I know, I know, I'm just playing with you. A guild is an organization in which Mages and Warriors of every class gather together, to do jobs. Most of our jobs are protection assignments, which usually involve escorting or being body guards. We usually deal with people the police don't have the ability to deal with, and they even hire us from time to time. So for example, if there is a particular group of Raiders, whose Mages and Warriors are too powerful for the police to handle, they will hire us to do the job for them, and pay us. Compensation will be decided before acceptance of the job however, so we might accept cash, or cash plus the equipment left behind by the Raiders. Do you have any other questions?"

"Yes, is your Guild the only guild in the city?"

"No, I told you this city is huge. It's actually massive, therefore 1 guild wasn't enough. So there are actually many guilds in the city, of different sizes. We are one of the largest and strongest though. The larger guilds often get the more difficult missions, as we generally have the strongest members. There is a job board, and according to the difficulty of the job, they are categorised under D,C,B,A and S rank missions. S rank and above missions are posted on a different board, and only myself and the strongest in the Guild may take them. Also, depending on the ranking of the job you get, you may either go alone, or in a team of up to 5 members. In terms of payment, there is a set amount for each rank, so for a D rank mission, the payment will be 5000 rugals. Whether you go alone, or in a team, it'll be 5000, and will be split evenly among the group, if you of course are part of the group. Any other questions?"

"Yes, just one; how did I get here?"

"Well, after you beat those 3 men, you turned around, and your stomach growled much like it did when you 1st woke up here, then you passed out...much like you did when you 1st woke up here..." Master Darius started laughing, but was interrupted.

"Wait! My sword! Where is my sword?!"

"Calm down, it's over there, on the other side of the bed, with its point embedded deeply in the floor of my room."

Xander looked to his right, and saw his sword, perfectly straight, as though it was on a stand. He shuffled over to see it had dug itself into the floor.

"Oh shit! Sorry about that Master Darius, how did that—"

"Don't worry about it; the floor can always be fixed. Anyway, what's up with that sword? When you passed out, you refused to relinquish your grip of the sword. I had some of the lower level guys come and carry from the spot we were in, and when they lifted you up, it was difficult to carry you because of your height, and the size of that sword, but somehow, they managed. After I had them bring you into my room and place you on the bed, it took all of us about 10 minutes to pry each of your fingers off of the handle of the sword. When we succeeded, the bed suddenly dipped, and it looked as though my bed was about to collapse. One of the guys just touched the blade, and was instantly cut, along his entire arm. Then by accident, one of them let go of your hand, and when it came into contact with the handle of the blade, the cut stopped making its way up his arm. When I touched the blade, it was as blunt as that guy who tried to jump me that night!"

Master Darius laughed, but when Xander didn't, he cleared his throat and continued with relaying what happened.

"Anyway, so I deduced that, that sword is magically tied to you. While you were touching it, it was as harmless as a rabbit, but the moment you stopped touching it, it became insanely sharp, as you can see. While the guy who was cut was receiving attention so as not to bleed all over the place, the rest of us moved the blade, and stood it up in that spot, making sure you were holding it. When we removed your hand from the handle, it instantly became heavy and sharp again, cutting into the floor as though it was cutting into soft butter."

"Ohhhh, so that would explain why it embedded itself into the wall when it flew from my hand, but was able to be used as a walking stick when I needed it. Also, that's why it didn't cut into my flesh when I rested it on my shoulder. Oh, by the way, what were you doing in that part of town Master Darius?"

"Oh, I was on a job. Someone called in, and told us of a disturbance caused by a huge, and naked man, with strange tattoos, and a black mask. When I went to the area the call came from, I saw the carnage left there, and knew that somebody strong did it, at that point—"

"Wait, what ranking did the job have?"

"D, however it had been so long since I had been on the field that I decided to go while no one was looking. Anyway, so I went to that area, looking for that person, and found those thugs instead. What surprised me though, was when the 'bad man' came to my rescue, and attacked the thugs who were trying to kill me."

"But I didn't rescue you Master Darius. It took me all that I had to beat those guys, while you took the 3 of them down so quickly, it was insane. You could've handled them yourself."

"That's not the point. The moment I saw you attack the boss, I noticed how low on energy you were. You could barely stand, and looked like you would collapse at any time, yet you still took each of them down. Ok, admittedly, they weren't the strongest of foes, but you still dominated them in that condition."

"Is that why you want me to join your Guild?"

"Not at all. Even if you were weak, I'd still want you to join my Guild."

"Then why?"

"Because you jumped in to save me. You saw me reach for my weapons with complete confidence; yet that didn't matter to you. You have a sense of justice, and that's what I look for in Guild members."

"I don't know..."

"Look; I'm not going to force you, and even if you decline my offer, I'll allow you to stay until you've recovered. However, if you stay, I promise I'll do whatever I can to help you find out who you are, and how to remove that mask. You're a person with a strong sense of justice, and you also happen to be strong; just the kind of person I look for to join my Guild. What do you say?"

"Thank you."

"Is that a yes then?"

"Thank you." Xander said with a nod. He felt as though he was on the right track in finding out who he was.

"Alright Kid, get ready. We'll go down to the cafeteria, and get you some breakfast. I'll wait outside, so grab a shower, and get dressed. It was tough, but I found some clothes for you, they're at the edge of the bed."

And with that, Master Darius got up, and left the room. Xander got out of bed, and found that he was steady enough on his legs to walk normally. He went towards what looked like the bathroom door, and entered. When he did, what he saw was impressive. The bathroom was massive, and all of the fittings were perfect, and really expensive. It was slightly dark, so he looked for something to light the room up with. He ran his hands along the wall, until he saw the room light up slowly. He saw lines that ran across the length of the room, slowly lighting up in sections. Upon closer inspection, he saw what looked to be tiny creatures moving about in the Perspex like material, and he jumped back.

'What the fuck are THOSE things? Forget that, I need to take a shower, as I really stink! I can't believe Master Darius put me in his bed, the garbage smell is still on me.' He thought to himself.

Xander stepped into the shower, forgetting about his boxers. He saw two pads; one that had a red strip above it, and one that had a blue strip above it. He placed his palm above the pad with the blue strip, and a small bar lit up, as a light jet of cold water came out from the shower head above him. He then placed his palm there again, and another bar lit up, with a stronger jet coming out. Upon closer inspection, he saw how there were 10 lines in each pad, indicating 10 separate jet settings. He then continued with his experimentation until he had found an appropriate water setting, Then, he stood under the warm jet of water.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

The hot water really felt good against his skin. He felt his boxers instantly melt as they came into contact with the water.

"Just how filthy was I?!" He said, chuckling to himself.




Xander Ch. 02



He then saw an assortment of bottles on front of him, and picked one that had the word 'Shampoo' written on it.

"What's this 'Shampoo' shit?"

After reading the back of the bottle, he looked for, and found the brands' matching conditioner. After reading that as well, decided to give them a try. He squirted a generous amount of shampoo into his palm, and brought it to his head. He placed his hands on his head, and started massaging his scalp. Then it hit him; how the hell was he shampooing his hair with the mask on? He knew it was working, because he could feel his hands on his scalp.

'Must be the same shit as with the whole eating and drinking thing.' He thought to himself, as he continued to massage his scalp.

Once he was finished with applying the shampoo, he stuck his head under the shower head, and he rinsed his hair. He watched, as near black water came pouring out from his mask. He wasn't surprised or grossed out, as he had no idea how long it had been since he bathed. When that was done, he applied this 'Conditioner' and let it set. He took something called 'Face Wash', squirted some into his palms, and applied it to the front of the mask. He felt hands washing his face, and really wondered how the mask actually worked. He could feel hands on his face, but he couldn't feel his face on his hands; only the mask. After rinsing off his face, with more black water coming out of the mask, he then gripped a loofah, and lathered it in some soap, before he started scrubbing. He scrubbed each and every inch of his body, and more of that near black water started to fill the shower bottom. Once the water that came off of his body ran clean, he rinsed the conditioner out of him hair, and after struggling for 5 minutes, figured out how to switch the shower off.

He got out of the shower, and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around his waist, and looking into the mirror. The mask was dry, and he didn't feel wet underneath it, as he did when he was taking the shower. He looked into the mirror, and carefully examined the mask. It was plain black, with silver lines running down the side. The eye slits glowed white, and produced a slight hue.

'Damn, this mask actually looks kind of cool. Well, I'd think that if it wasn't GLUED magically to my head. Shit...'

After he examined the mask from every angle, he looked over, and saw more products and bottles; body lotion, deodorant, roll on, all sorts of things. After reading the backs of all of them, he then applied each in the correct order. After doing that, he saw a tube of something called 'Toothpaste'. Picking it up, he read the back, he looked around until he found one in some packaging, as the toothpaste said not to use a used toothbrush. He opened the package, and removed the toothbrush, before squirting some of the white paste onto the brush, and brushing his teeth. When he was done, he left the bathroom.

Xander noticed the clothes that were nicely folded on the bed, and went to examine them. He saw a fresh pair of boxers, a white tee shirt, and a pair of black trousers, with some socks, and a pair of almost knee high boots. After getting dressed in everything, Xander looked over towards his sword. He walked up to it, and pulled it out from the ground, and placed the tip on the ground, next to the hole that it originally came out of, and just as Master Darius said, the tip no longer pierced the ground, it just stood perfectly on the surface. After that, he brought the sword up to his back, and placed it there. He removed his hand, and the sword just stuck, without being in a scabbard, or being tied or hooked to anything. Xander could smell something rancid, and realised that it must have been his smell, which had merged itself with the bed linen. He felt pretty bad, and walked out of the room, seeing Master Darius waiting for him.

"Damn, even though those are the largest clothes I have, you still look like you're going to rip them."

"Yeah, sorry about that. Oh, and sorry about your bed sheets as well, I think it'd be better to just burn them. I really stank, why didn't you say anything about it?"

"Why would I say anything about it Kid? I understood your situation. How was the shower? Felt good didn't it?"

"Yeah, it really did thanks. I was also able to wash my hair and face, and it was the same principal as with the whole eating and drinking thing."

"Someone went to a whole lot of trouble to ensure that you don't die with that mask on. I also see that your sword really is yours; it's staying on your back, magically. Anyway, we'll worry about that later; let's go get some breakfast, and I'll explain some more things about being a member of the Guild."

As they made their way down a set of stairs, Xander could hear sounds of people talking and laughing; much like he did on the street. As they approached, Xander stopped walking.

"Hmmm? What's wrong kid? Haven't you recovered yet?"

"Nothing's wrong, I just...I need to....I don't know how to..."

"It's okay; you don't need to say anything."

"No, I do. I woke up not knowing who I was, or where I was, and if it wasn't for you, I'm sure I would have died of starvation by now, or been killed by people trying to steal my sword; so thank you Master Darius. Thank you for saving me."

Master Darius walked up to him, stretched his arm up, and placed his hand on Xanders' shoulder.

"You're welcome Kid, and please, just call me Darius; everybody else does."

Even though Xander knew Darius couldn't tell, he was smiling; and it was the warmest smile he could muster. Almost as though he could sense it, Darius smiled back at Xander.

"Now come on, let's go to the cafeteria, they'll be out of breakfast if we don't hurry."

"Sure thing...Darius." Xander said nervously, as he nodded, and followed after Darius.

They both walked into the large hall, only for the room to go dead quiet. Everyone looked at the rarest sight they had ever seen; Master Darius coming in to eat breakfast with them. They had often seen him pass by the hall, and pop in to say hello or something, but this time, he walked in, and led a giant of a man wearing a black mask with a sword on his back over towards the cafeteria line, which dissipated, as they both approached. They moved towards front, and stopped at the kiosk type thing.

"Morning Mary! Could you please have 2 breakfast platters brought over to that table in the corner? They're for us."

"Oh my Darius, you've come to eat with the rest of the Guild? You don't do that very often; are you getting senile in your old age?"

"Oh shut up Mary! Just hurry up and organise our food woman!" Darius said, laughing happily.

"Yes, yes, right away. And when are you going to introduce me to this hulking giant of a man, wearing a mask, no armour, and a giant, scary looking sword on his back?"

"Oh yes, where are my manners; Mary, this is Xander. Xander, Mary. Xander is the newest member of the Guild."

"Pleased to meet you."

"And you dear boy. How did you two meet, and did you offer him the position personally, or did he go to the recruitment office?"

"Oh, I met him about 4 nights ago, when a group of thugs tried to kill me for a reward. The Kid here saved me from them, so I offered him a position in the guild."

''The Kid'? Darius is being awfully chummy with this Xander fellow."

"Really? So this is who you brought back that night? I heard that you had brought some unconscious person here, and let them stay in your room. I thought it was some young woman or something!" Mary said, laughing good naturedly.

"No, no, no, no attractive young women Mary, just my saviour!" Darius said with a smile.

"Saviour? Oh please; don't believe a word he's saying Ms Mary, Darius completely dominated the guys I didn't attack. He was finished long before I had even defeated my 1st opponent."

"That's not true Kid! You were..."

'Darius?! Xander just called him by his 1st name! What on earth does that mean? It usually takes Guild members years of hard work, and high ranks in the Guild, before they can call him by his 1st name. Who is this guy?!'

Well, I'm going to go and organise your breakfast platters. Why don't you two go your table, and wait there?"

"Huh? Yeah, good idea. Come on Kid, let's go."

"Oh, sure. It was nice meeting Miss."

"Oh my, people with such deep voices aren't usually that polite. Thank you boy." And with that, she headed off to the back.

Xander and Darius turned around to see the entire hall standing, waiting for Darius to turn around.

"Good morning, Master Darius!" They all said with enthusiasm."

"Yes, good morning everyone. I hope you're all well. Anyway, we'll be going to our table now, enjoy your breakfast, and have a productive day."

"Thank you Master Darius!" they replied with the same enthusiasm as before.

'They called him Master Darius, and not just Darius. Maybe they're just being formal.'

"Wow, you really seem to be well loved. How long have you been the head of this Guild?"

"Since I started it, nearly 40 years ago."

"What?! You're that old?!" Darius just laughed loudly as they walked towards their table.

"You know, Mary was onto something. Men with voices as deep as yours shouldn't be surprised by things. Anyway, yes; I am that old." He said with a smile, as they sat on the benches of their table.

"There's something I've wondering about Darius."

"What is it Kid?"

"Why do you call me Kid? You don't know how old I am. Heck, I don't know how old I am. For all you know, I could be some middle aged guy, who is almost the same age as you."

"I know that you aren't, just by looking at you. Your skin is too firm to be old, and your hands and feet are those of a kid. You can't be much older than 20, and I'll be really surprised if you're older than 23, so, you're a kid. That's why I call you Kid."

"Oh, okay then; that makes sense. Anyway, I'm noticing many of the people in here are wearing armour, of varying weight classes. You said that there a 3 classes, being Warrior, Mage, and Battle Mage/Mage Warrior. Judging by your weapons, you're a Warrior, yet you're wearing leather armour, while there are some men your size wearing heavy armour. Can you explain that?"

"Sure. It's all about their affinities. One of my affinities is Speed, which is why I have these 2 short swords as weapons. I also explained how the Elite have more than one affinity right? If I also had a Strength affinity, I'd be able to wear heavy armour, but Speed is my main one, which is why I wear light armour. I belong to a sub class called the Rogue class. You will also notice how there guys who are using bows as weapons; their affinity would be Ranged. If they also had the Speed affinity, they'd be Rogues, who use Ranged weapons. Thing is though, most if not all of the people in this hall only have 1 affinity, and their armour, or robes should tell you what it might be."

"Oh, okay, that helps. Do you have any idea what my affinity is?"

"No, but we'll be finding out when you are closer to your full strength."

"Oh, I see. Oh, by the way, in the shower, I thought I saw small creatures light up the room; how does that work?"

"Oh, sorry about that; I forgot to mention all that. Our ability to use magic has allowed us to make technological advances as well, so what happens is, we breed those little creatures you saw, which are called 'mites'. Depending on the kind of magic that is pumped into them, they either light up a room, or open a door, or move a car, or heat water, or operate a stove, anything and everything that we need them for. Every kind of mechanical and automated invention is powered by these mites, and we use them every single day in our lives."

"What about these creatures? Don't they have a choice?"

"They have been specially made for this purpose; they only come alive when injected with Magical Energy. Once their source of energy ends, they fall back into a state of unconsciousness."

"Shit, that's pretty weird isn't it? Oh, it looks like our food is about to arrive; thank goodness, I'm starved!"

"You and me both Kid. Anyway..."

The conversation between the two never stopped, and they spoke about many things; most of them unimportant. The important things that were spoken about were mostly the classes, special items, and the like. Mary watched from her post, as Darius was laughing, and talking with Xander.

'I'll have to ask Darius what exactly is so special about that guy, and why he's being so friendly with him.'

Everyone in the dining hall just watched the two of them, as they spoke. Master Darius seemed to be enjoying himself with this rude guy, who hadn't even taken that mask off while eating. How did he eat with that mask on anyway? What kind of magic was it? The feelings in the hall were mixed; others were impressed, others were confused, while others were impressed, and others were angry, while some were jealous; all in all, very mixed feelings.

"Hey Kid, you finished? I want to show you something, and we should go soon."

"Oh, yeah, I'm done Darius; thanks for breakfast. What are we going to see?"

"You'll see when we get there. Oh, I might as well introduce you. EXCUSE ME EVERYONE, CAN I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION PLEASE? THANK YOU." 

When everyone had stopped eating, and started paying attention to Master Darius, he continued.

"Everyone, I'd like to introduce you to our newest Guild member; Xander. Xander is an amnesiac, and the mask on his head has been placed on his head magically; this means he cannot remove the mask no matter how hard he tries. He is very strong, and this sword of his is very dangerous. Don't ever try to touch it without his consent, because Willy did that 4 days ago, and has a huge cut on his arm; the sword cuts anyone who is not its' wielder. Anyway, that's all the information we have about him, but don't be afraid to talk to him. Despite his size, voice, tattoos, and mask, he's actually quite a nice guy, if a bit clueless because of his amnesia. Anyway, that's all I wanted to say. Thank you, and you can go back to eating."

Everyone nodded, and went back to eating. Xander and Darius then left the hall, and Xander followed Darius.

"They didn't seem to be very friendly towards me, although I do understand why."

"Yeah, well it's not every day I dine with them, so it was probably them just being shocked at seeing me down with them."

"Oh? So who do you normally dine with?"

"My friends and those who are considered the Elite in the Guild. Oh, here comes one of them now, back from an S rank mission."

A man had just walked through the door, and had dumped something on a table that seemed to be the reception area. He was a man, who was about 6'0", and he just appeared as though he was strong; he walked with the confidence of a man who knew he was one of the best. He was wearing light armour which was made of leather, just like Darius, but he had a single sword; a Rapier. His face was covered by some wrapping, and only his eyes could be seen.

"Ewan, how the mission in the desert? Did you just get back?"

"Yeah, I did Darius. It went well thanks, I even brought you back a souvenir, but I'll give it to you later."

"Yeah, I've got something to do in the city right now. Oh, this is Xander by the way; he just joined the Guild today."

"Hey Xander, it's a pleasure to meet you." Ewan said, extending a hand.

"It's a pleasure to meet you too Ewan." Xander said, gripping his hand, immediately swallowing and taking a step back.

Ewans' grip was firm, and he squeezed Xanders' hand as he looked directly into the eyes of the larger man. Even though he was only looking into the eye slits, Xander felt as though Ewan was looking into his soul. Ewan was trying to pressure Xander into submission with his handshake, to show who the superior of the two was. The air around them seemed to thicken, and Darius saw a yellow glow, sort of like an aura, emanating from Ewan, almost enveloping Xander. Xander struggled for a bit, swallowing again, but steeled himself, and recovered from the loss. After recovering from the initial shock, something within Xander snapped, and he refused to bow down to Ewan. Xander started to squeeze Ewans' hand, and cancelled his step back by taking a step forward. He then looked down, and focused his gaze into Ewans' eyes. The light that came out from the eye slits of the mask slowly started turning from white to black, as Xander stepped forward again, increasing the pressure of his grip. That was what Darius had hoped Xander would do, but would be shocked to see what happened next; Xanders' own aura came out from behind him, and started fighting back, pushing Ewans' aura back. A shockwave pushed outwards in a circle from where they were standing, causing the clothes of all 3 men to flutter about, as Xanders' aura kept pushing to gain space. Black and Yellow were clashing for dominance, as the two shook hands. As the two auras were almost the same size, sharing the same amount of space, Darius had to step in, before Ewan got serious.

"Well Ewan, if you'll excuse us, Xander and I have to get going; there's something I want to show him." Darius said, snapping the two of them out of their little scuffle.

"Oh, okay then; please, don't let me keep you. Welcome to the Guild Xander, and I hope you do well. Have a good one, and I'll see you later Darius." Ewan said, placing more emphasis on Darius' name, letting Xander know he was on a 1st name basis with the Guild Master.

"Thanks Ewan, I'll see you around. By the Darius, what exactly are we going to see?"

That sentence stopped Ewan in his tracks. He was at the base of the stairs, and couldn't believe his ears. He waited for Darius' reply.

"Stop asking me, I'm not going to tell you until we get there! Now follow me, I'll take you to our ride."

'What the fuck?! Who is that guy?! Why is he on a 1st name basis with Darius, on his 1st day as a Guild member?! Where did he come from?! WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED HERE?!!"

Xander followed Darius out the front door, and they made their way to some covered parking.

"Um Darius, did something happen back there? Ewans' handshake didn't seem all that friendly; just who was he?"

"Ewan is one of the Elite of the Guild. In fact, among the Elite, he is one of the best. He's ridiculously strong, but also just as intelligent as he is strong. It really is a powerful combination, and he's one of those who I regularly dine with."

"Oh I see, well he did seem strong—"

"You don't understand just how well you did. Ewan tried to dominate you, and standing up to him was good enough, but you actually started to push him back, even though you aren't at your normal strength level, which is extremely impressive. I really didn't expect you to push him back with your aura, but understand that Ewan is really much stronger than you are right now, so it wouldn't be a good idea to try that again. But take heart in the fact that you pushed as much as you did."

Xander didn't know how to take the news, as he didn't even know that he had pushed back; he just refused to lie down.

"So where is our ride Darius?"

"Right here." Darius said, stopping abruptly.

Xander looked down, at a massive vehicle. It had 4 wheels, and was made of metal and what not. Xander opened the passenger door, and was greeted by large leather seats, and wood, and screens, and buttons. He removed his sword from his back, pushed the seat back as far as it went, and climbed in, holding onto the sword, while having the tip rest on the floor. Darius got in, and pressed a button. All of a sudden, the vehicle came to life, and made a humming sound, while multiple screens turned on, and holographic images were displayed everywhere.

"This is some confusing shit Darius."

"Tell me about it! I no longer look at any of it; I just get in and drive!" This made them both laugh, and Darius drove out from under the cover, and drove out of the front gate of the Guild. As Xander looked around, he noticed many apartment buildings, and was about to inquire about them, before Darius spoke




Xander Ch. 02



"Kid, this is where most of the Guild members live. Every Guild is assigned an area, where they provide accommodation for their members. It isn't free accommodation of course, as at the end of the day, the Guild is their employer, and can't afford to pay them, yet allow them to live for free, so we cover the expenses like food, running water and electricity, while Guild members pay rent. Rent can be paid at the end of any job, and you can either pay it all once off, or month by month, or after a particularly high paying job."

"Oh, I see. So where are we headed?"

"I told you to stop asking me kid! Anyway, we're here now, so you can stop bugging me."

They both got out at an apartment building, and walked in. The security guard immediately recognised Darius, and greeted him. Darius replied warmly, and let Xander into a lift. They got to the 10th floor, and walked until they got to the door of an apartment. Darius then dug around in his pocket, and handed Xander a pair of keys, with his trademark smile on his face.

"Here you go Kid; these are the keys to your new apartment!"

"What-what do you mean my 'new apartment'?"

"I mean exactly that Kid. Listen; you can't stay in my room any longer, and neither can I for the moment; everything is being replaced, with the old stuff being burnt. Anyway, this is where you are going to be staying for. It's one of the nicer apartments members can get, and you won't be able to afford it by just doing D and C rank missions; however you're too strong to be stuck on them for long. I—"

"How am I meant to afford the rent then? I don't have any money, and—"

"Just let me finish, will you? I was getting to that part. I have already covered the 1st 3 months, so you don't have to worry about paying the rent for now. First, you need to get back to your normal strength, that way you can enter the 'Room of Revelations' so we can find out what your affinity is, and what kind of item you will get. After that has been sorted out, you'll be given a trial mission, probably something like recon or whatever, and then after successfully completing a few jobs, you'll immediately be bumped up, and given the more difficult jobs. With the money you get from those jobs, you will need to find some armour, and it'll probably have to be crafted, because of your size. Only after all that is sorted out, do you have to worry about paying rent, as all of these things will probably take a maximum of 3 months. When it comes to your rent, pay the remaining 9 months 1st, before you pay me back. All I'm doing is helping you get on your feet."

"But why, why are you helping me so much Darius?"

"Well, most of our new Guild members don't have amnesia and irremovable masks. This is just my way of helping out. I won't accept no for an answer, as it's all already been paid; I sorted it all out when you were sleeping. Now, there's food in the fridge, and you will have to get your own clothes, but for now, there is some stuff that if you circulate, should be enough. I really have to get back to the guild, but before I do, here."

Darius handed Xander a strange contraption that was about the size of a bar of soap.

"This is called a Mobile Communications Device, but for some reason, people call it a cell phone. Anyway, it has my number on it, and I'll be calling you to check up on you every now and then. Don't do anything strenuous, and just focus on regaining all your strength. Today is Monday; I'll be by on Friday, and we'll have your time in the RoR scheduled for then ok? It'll also probably be when you get your 1st mission. Well, that's me done; I'll leave you alone now. Be sure to get sufficient amounts of rest, okay Kid? I'll see you later this week. Bye."

"Darius! Thank you. Really, thank you for everything! I will pay you back for this somehow, I promise."

Darius just smiled, and gave Xander a nod, before walking away. Xander then proceeded to follow Darius' orders; he ate, slept, and ate again. He circulated the clothes, and washed the one's that weren't in use, however they easily lasted him the 4 days. Darius called him at least once a day, and they would speak for a bit each time. The conversations wouldn't be about anything in particular, but were just conversations between friends. Eventually, it was Thursday night, and Darius called Xander.

"Hey Kid, you ready for tomorrow?"

"Yeah, I think so Darius. What should I expect?"

"I really don't know; it's different for everyone. Anyway, I just called to say you better catch and early night, because I'll be by around 4 am to fetch you. It usually takes a few hours for each person, and the more affinities, and the more powerful those affinities are, the longer the time you spend in the RoR is. Anyway, get some sleep, and I'll see you i the morning."

"Okay, thanks for letting me know. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yeah, you too. See you tomorrow Kid." And with that he hung up.

Xander then went straight to bed. He had done everything he had been told to do in preparation for tomorrow, so there was nothing more he could do. He didn't feel as though he was 100% energised, but that didn't matter; it was all happening tomorrow. He was taking his test, as well as going on his 1st mission. He drifted off to sleep, ready for tomorrow.

Xander woke up at 3 am the next morning, and went to get ready. He took a shower and brushed his teeth. He got dressed in a white and black tee shirt, the black trousers, and knee high boots. He put his sword on his back, and waited for Darius to arrive. At 4 on the dot, he heard a knock on the door. He opened up, to find Darius standing there, in his usual armour.

"Morning Kid, ready to go?"

"Morning Darius. Yeah, I'm ready. When am I going to enter that Room?"

"As soon as we get there. I told them we might be there a while with you, so I wanted to start as early as possible."

"Really? I don't think I'll be in there long, but if you say so. Let's go."

Xander locked the door to his apartment, and they walked towards the lift. All was quiet in the lift, and in the car ride there. Once Darius parked the vehicle, they both exited, and Xander noticed Darius walking at a quicker pace than usual. He followed and quickened his pace, before they arrived at their destination. Before entering the room though, Xander was confronted by a group of people, who all seemed strong. Darius then introduced him.

"Everyone, this is Xander; the kid I've been telling you all about. Let's leave it at that too, as we need to hurry, it's already 4:15."

With that, they all moved away from the door, allowing Xander to approach. As he was about to enter the room, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked down to find Darius looking up at him.

"Look Kid, the reason why the amount of time spent in the RoR is longer for the Elite, is because there is more power that has to be extracted. The RoR basically finds out your affinities, and extracts and creates an item from the energies your affinities give off, so those with more talent have more that has to be extracted. The extraction is also very painful, and some of the strongish ones have died from the intense pain. Go in there, and don't be afraid. If you survive the extraction, your affinity, as well as your strength level will be revealed."

"Don't worry Darius, I'll be fine. I don't think I'll last all that long anyway." And with that Xander nodded, and walked into the room.

Darius shook his head, and turned around, walking to join everybody else who was going to be watching the extraction. As he walked in, a man who appeared to be the same age as Darius spoke.

"Darius, I have no idea what you were thinking when you suggested that his extraction would be the longest we've ever had. I sensed zero talent coming from that boy, and I think his extraction will be over in about 30 minutes."

"His extraction is probably going to take at least 8 hours Marcus. His item isn't going to be some generic toy, it's going to be extremely unique, and terribly powerful; I can feel it."

"8 hours?! RUBBISH! Ewan, the most talented and the best we've got, holds the record for the longest extraction for the next generation, at 9 hours; that's almost as long as ours took. Ewan has been trained from the moment he finished his extraction at age 6, and now at age 22, he is most likely to succeed you as the Guild Master. I—"

"Quiet Marcus!! This isn't about Ewan; it's about Xander!"

That caused Marcus to keep quiet, and they watched as the door to the Room of Revelations closed. They watched as the room suddenly started emitting a golden light, and Xander was swallowed up into a golden ball, that started to float. The moment The ball stopped rising, it started to pulse and throb, and they could tell that it had begun; the extraction of Xanders' unique item.

Xander stood in the room, before he noticed a bright golden light above him, growing in size. It eventually enveloped him, trapping him inside of it. It then started to rise up, and it when it stopped rising and floating in place, he was hit by an indescribable, blinding pain. It appeared that the extraction had begun. Xander couldn't see anything, but he wasn't sure if it was because of the pain, or because his eyes were closed. The pain was getting worse and worse, but he refused to scream. He refused to make even the slightest sound. He resigned himself to feeling the pain for a few more minutes, and thus told himself that the time would fly by, without him even noticing. This was true, as the pain was seriously fucking up his perception of time.

After what seemed like 10 minutes to Xander, the pain started to lessen, and the floating orb started to descend towards the ground. Xanders' eyesight also began to come return, and he noticed that the light was also starting to thin, and he was able to see the room again. Once the orb reached the ground, and Xander felt his feet touch the ground, he started to walk, without the light around him having completely disappeared. He just walked towards the door, and when got there, he opened it, to see everyone from the group he saw earlier standing there, all completely flabbergasted, rooted to their spots. He looked at Darius, who also looked as shocked as the others, but the only difference was that he had a huge smile on his face.

"Hey Darius, what's that smile for? Did I last longer than 10 minutes?"

Darius just nodded, and the smile on his face grew even wider, as he properly examined Xanders' item that he himself hadn't yet noticed; a cape, that was a perfect replica of Draculas' Cape. It completely covered his shoulders, and from his collar bone, went down in an upside down V, causing it to cover the tops of his biceps, and had the flared collar, which also looked like Draculas'. The Cape reached down, and almost touched the ground, stopping by his heels. It was as black as sin, and from what he could tell, black was its only colour.

"Okay everyone, like I mentioned before, no one speaks about what just took place ok? The 'official' time Xanders' extraction took was 6 hours, alright?"

Everyone just nodded, as they hadn't yet recovered from what they had just witnessed.

"Official time? What do you mean? How much time did my extraction actually take? Don't make people lie and say that my extraction took longer than it actually did Darius, that's not ri—"

"12 hours..."

"12 hours what? What does that mean?"

"It means that your extraction took 12 hours Xander; that's the longest extraction EVER recorded."

"I'm sorry, what did you just say? 12 hours? That's impossible; it only felt like 10 minutes in there, that's why I didn't scream."

"You just felt the worst pain you'll ever experience, and you say you didn't scream because it felt like 10 minutes? What kind of monst—"

"MARCUS!! You will stop right there! We all agreed that his extraction actually took 6 hours. That's the official story, so that's what we're all going with; including you Kid, okay?"

"Sure, I'll go along with it, but why?"

"It'll make things easier for you as time goes by. Just trust me, ok?"

"Okay, no problem Darius. Now where is my unique item? Wasn't it supposed to be extracted?"

"It was extracted; it's draped over your shoulders right now."

"What...oh, I'm wearing a cape. Where'd it come from? What does it do?"

"None of us knows. This is the 1st time we've ever seen a cape as a unique item."

"Okay, well then what is my affinity?"

"We should be getting the results for that now." With that, they heard the printer finish printing. "Ah, that must be them." And Darius walked off into the room they were watching from. He came back out, and handed Xander a sheet of paper.

"They're you results Kid; you read them."

"Um, ok sure. Let's see...apparently, I have 2 affinities; 1 being Stamina, and the other being Magical Energy. What does that mean?" Xander asked, handing Darius the sheet of paper.

Everybody stood there in silence, having never come across anything like this before; what did having Stamina and ME as affinities mean? They all looked at Darius, who gulped audibly.

"Xander; what's written on this paper is incredible. It says here that you have more ME, and more Stamina, than all of us here, however, you aren't at your full capacity; you're only at about 40% right now."

Everyone stood there, having not recovered from the time or the affinity shock, now they were hit with this information; this guy could last longer than both Elite Warriors and Mages. What was going on?

"I'm pretty sure however, it has to do with that cape you're wearing Xander, but since this is the 1st time any of us is seeing such an item, we don't know what it does either."

"Well being an amnesiac, I'm used to not knowing. However, unlike with my memories, at least I can physically go out, and try figure out what this cape is for."

"That's a good point actually. You're going to be going on a mission tonight."

"Okay, what kind of mission?"

"The type that people who have just completed their extractions go on."

"Okay, what do I need to do?"

"Go home for now, and eat as much as you can. Come back here at around 7 pm, and wait at reception. I'll have someone come collect you, and lead you to the briefing room."

"Okay, no problem. I'll see you later then Darius."

"Xander..."

"Yes?"

"Congratulations; I'm really proud of you Kid." Darius said with a massive smile plastered on his face.

"Thanks Darius. I'll see you later."

And with that, Xander left the group behind, and left for his apartment.

"Darius, how on earth do you plan on controlling that monster?!"

"Shut up Marcus! Ewan wasn't a monster when he smashed the record for anyone of his generation, so why is it that Xander is, huh?"

"Ewan isn't stronger than us, and that freak is!"

"In other words, he's too strong to become a pawn? What's wrong with that Marcus?!"

Marcus didn't answer. Rather, he couldn't answer, and they all watched Xander disappear from sight.

Xander did as he was told again, getting home, and eating like a beast. He checked the time, and saw it was 5 pm. He ate some more, before finally stopping at 5:30, giving his stomach time to digest the feast he just had. He sat there, thinking about how it strange that his body didn't ache after all that pain he just experienced, then he remembered his cape.

"What the fuck does this cape do?"

Xander stood up; trying to figure it out, but he got nothing.

"How did I even put it on? My sword wasn't removed, and now it's sitting on the cape. And why didn't I experience the full 12 hours? Did I fall asleep or what?"

Xander checked the time, and saw that it was 6:30.

"I may as well head on over to the Guild now, and wait in the reception area."

Xander then left his apartment, and made his way over to the Guild. By the time he arrived in the reception area, it was 6:45. He sat down on one of the couches there, and waited. About 20 minutes later, someone arrived in the reception area.

"Hey, you're Xander right?"

"Yeah that's right, why?"

"My name is Jacob, and we'll be going on a mission together in a few minutes, pleased to meet you." Jacob said, extending a hand.

"Likewise; pleased to meet you too Jacob." Xander gripped Jacobs' hand, and shook firmly.

Jacob started leading Xander down a hall, and Xander assumed he was being led to the briefing room

"So I hear you just completed your extraction. It took 5 hours right? Mine took about 3; it was really painful, how was yours?"

"Fucking painful. But it didn't feel like it lasted all that long; it felt like it was over in 10 minutes for me."

"Really? You lucky dog! I felt every second of mine!" Jacob said with a friendly laugh.

"Well, here we are; the briefing room. We're being briefed by Robin, he's the briefing guy. He usually tells us what each mission entails, and who will take up which role in the team, if there is a team. He's quite a rough person, but he's personal friends with Master Darius, so we all respect him a lot; just don't be too offended by him. He's a bit....abrasive. Anyway, let's get inside."

They walked inside, and Xander noticed 3 more people besides himself, Jacob, and Robin. Robin; he recognised him! He was one of the people present for his extraction. Before he could say anything though, Robin spoke.

"Jacob! You're late you piece of shit! So this is Xander huh? Nice to finally meet you, welcome to the Guild, and whatever. NEVER be late for a briefing, as time is extremely important. 1 second is all it takes for someone to die. Anyway, you guys are going on a, information gathering mission. There is an extremely strong Raider, who is currently leading a team of 4 other Raiders, and is terrorizing a particular area in the city. The residents of that area have asked us to take care of her, however, we need to gauge just how strong he is before we make a move. That's why—"

"That's why we're going on this recon mission."

"That's right Eric. The reason why we selected you 5 is because even though it's not a battle mission, you might get forced into a situation where you have to fight. We need competent fighters, because—"

"Because we have to babysit this guy who just finished his extraction right? Useless bastard, it'd easier if we just did this mission without him."

"Eric, shut the fuck up. You were once in the same situation okay, and those you went with didn't treat you like this. Shut up, and focus, I'm about to announce the roles; in this 5 man team, Eric will be the Captain. Jacob, you be the support, while Jazzy, Micah, you two will handle the melee along with Eric. Xander, I heard from Darius that you're strong, but you've only had 2 hours of recuperation time, so if things turn sour, don't try to do too much, ok? If you guys understand your orders, get onto the roof, and get outta here!!"

" Sir!" They said and ran out of the room. 

Xander saw them all exiting the room with enthusiasm, so he decided to emulate them. He followed them up many stairs, until he was on the roof with them.

"Useless Newborn, you stay at the back; there are secret and invisible bridges that use to get across the city quickly. You don't know where they are, and as Team Captain, I'll get into shit if you fall off a tall building and die on your 1st mission. Now, let's go!"

Everyone set off, with Eric taking the lead, while everyone else followed, and Xander brought up the rear. Xander found that he was swinging his arms, as the just stayed by his side, under his cape. He examined everyone as they ran, and noticed they were all wearing medium armour, which made minimal noise as they moved. They also seemed to be running on air as the ran across the invisible bridges that connected all the buildings Eric kept running faster and faster, trying to make Xander fall behind. Eric didn't like Xander very much.




Xander Ch. 02



Eric looked back to find that everyone else was panting besides Xander. Xanders looked more amazed than anything as they were running on seemingly thin air.

'Shit! Who the fuck is this guy? Why was he sitting with Master Darius, eating breakfast and being all chummy with him? I also heard that he was allowed to recover in the Masters' room while he was injured, and that the Master has even been to his place. Here we are, having worked our asses off to have the kind of relationship he has with the Master after knowing him for 5 minutes! I know that they'll be following us in a car or something, to make sure that he's alright. I'll show the Master how I'm more than worthy to have the same kind of relationship they have; even more so than him!!'

Spurred on by his thoughts, Eric led everyone to the area which is said to be the residence of this powerful Raider terrorizing the area.

"Ok guys, we're almost there. Let's slow down, in order to avoid making any extra noise ok? Now"

And they all decreased their speed. Everyone other than Xander rejoiced at this move, as they had all broken more than just a sweat trying to keep up with Eric. They slowed down, and kept up that pace, until they heard voices below.

"Hey, do you think the Boss'll ever find a worthy opponent?"

"I have no idea! Every person who tries anything gets cut down so fast; it's not even fun to watch anymore!"

"Yeah, I know what you mean. I wish the Boss would spend more time carving them up, before delivering the finishing blow."

"Yeah, I agree! The only people who even challenge the Boss are usually other Raiders anyway, so it shouldn't be a problem! You know they usually enjoy torturing their victims to death."

"Oh wait, here comes the Boss."

"Yeah, along with the others. I wonder if they found anything."

"Boss! Welcome back!"

"Yeah, yeah, shut up, before you give our position away!"

"Nobody was talking to you Mervin, so just butt out!"

"What was that?! Come say that to my face!"

"Guys, all 3 of you need to shut up!"

"All 4 of you need to shut up! I haven't had a strong opponent, so I'm very, VERY annoyed right now!" said a female voice.

"Sorry Boss." They other voices said.

Eric signalled that they all squat down. When they did, they all drew their heads close together.

"Look, I know our mission was just for information gathering, but going by the sound of it, these guys are really weak. There's 5 of, and 5 of them; we can take them down!"

"Are you sure that's a good idea Eric? I mean, Xander here just finished his extrac—"

"Are you the Team Captain Jacob? No. I decide what we do, and I say we attack. We have the element of surprise on our side, and we can not only fight them, but we can win. You've got 5 seconds to identify your individual targets. Once you've done that, point to them, so that you don't all go for the same guy. I'll be going for the woman. Ready? Identify your targets, and jump them on my signal."

They all stood at the ledge of the roof, and identified their targets. Xander just stood there.

"Eric, are you sure this is wise? As Captain, there are 4 other lives you're responsible for. I don't think—"

"I don't give a fuck what you think Newborn, we attack on 3. 1. 2. 3!!!"

They all jumped down, and luckily, had individual targets. Jazzy and Micah got the 1st two who were heard talking, and knocked them out. Jacob got the 3rd guy, knocking him out, and Xander targeted the 4th guy who spoke. He landed to the guys' right, swinging his right leg back, and then sweeping it forward, completely knocking him off his feet, before driving him into the ground, with his heel in the guys' stomach. They then all looked towards Eric, who was charging the leader of this group of Raiders.

"Prepare to meet you better, bitch!"

The woman just reached behind her, and pulled out a really wide and long sword, and handled it with ease, as though it weighed nothing. She swung it around a bit, warming her arm up. Eric drew his long sword from its scabbard, and gripped it firmly in both hands. He closed his eyes, chanting something no one could hear, and then screamed.

"Wind Stance 1: Gale!"

A gust of wind of epic strength came out of nowhere, and zeroed in on the Raiders position. As it came to hit her, she just held up her blade sideways, and the blade not only shielded her from the wind, it deflected the attack back at Eric, who got hit, and was sent flying. Jazzy and Micah then rushed towards the Raider, both leaping, and crossing each other in mid air. Before they could even get an attack in, the Raider just did a criss-cross shaped 2 swing attack, which sliced them both down the length of their torsos, as blood rained down from them. The Raider jumped back to avoid the shower, but instantly pushed forward, dragging the sword from behind her, she was in front of Jacob before he could move, and she slashed across his body as well, as blood sprayed from him as well. 

"Take this!!" 

Eric screamed, as he jumped at her from behind, only to be met by the Raiders' blade. He tried to block it with his own, however she just sliced through the sword and his armour, much like she did with the others, and his blood ended up decorating her blade.

Xander watched as this woman completely destroyed the team. He wanted to help them, but he couldn't; he was too busy admiring her form. She was about 5'8", and goodness was she something. She wore what looked to be heavy armour; however it was crude armour, and only covered her breasts, forearms, and shins. There were also hot pants, but armoured hot pants. This was heavy armour, but allowed her to move and be extremely agile, as her joints were uninhibited by armour. She was also very strong, and he could tell that by looking at the exposed flesh, which was defined, and muscled. They weren't large muscles, but he could see power coursing through them. She wasn't wearing any shoes either, and this threw him for a loop, as although he didn't know why, it made him gulp. He didn't know that he had a foot fetish, but he did! He couldn't see her face properly because it was dark, and that was a good thing, as it made him realise that she was about to deliver the final blow to Eric.

"SHIT!"

Xander started running towards her, reaching for his sword. He ran in what seemed to be slow motion, and he realised he wasn't going to make it.

"Fuck! MAKE IIIIIIIIT!"

All of a sudden something black flew past Xanders face, and almost impaled the Raider. She had to let go of Eric, and block the attack. Xander down at his shoulder, and found that the black thing had actually shot out from his cape, and was still connected to it. The cape had produced this long spear type thing that was creating sparks, as it was scratching the Raiders' blade.

"What...is this?"

Xander pumped his left arm towards the Raider, and another one of those things came from the cape and flew towards her. This time, she jumped back, creating distance between her and Xander. Xander then pushed off from the spot he was standing in, having removed his sword from his back.

"One more!" He screamed, and his cape obliged, and another shot out from his left side, and the other two extended, flying straight for the Raider. He looked at Eric, and one more came out from the right, wrapped itself around him, and carried him away from the battle zone, while the other 3 chased their retreating target. She swung her massive sword, and slashed the first 2 cape spears away with a 'TING' sound, before the 3rd wrapped itself around her ankle, lifting her up about 3 meters into the air, before smashing her into the ground, smashing the pavement up, creating a dust cloud. She jumped out of the cloud, flying towards the wall of a building, and the 4 cape spears became soft, and flew like snakes towards her. They were pliant like cloth, but the heads hard and sharp. She pushed off from wall to wall, as she avoided each cape snake, as each left a hole in the wall. She was so busy dodging, she didn't notice Xander in front of her, and he swung down with force. She blocked the blow, but she plummeted towards the ground, and crashed into it, creating another crater in the ground. With his left arm, he directed all the snakes into the dust cloud, and the all struck one by one, before he swung his sword in that same uppercut like motion he did in his previous fight, and watched as the semi circular shockwave flew right into the dust, but it made a 'CLANG' noise, as it came into contact with the Raiders' sword, who came sliding out of the cloud, although it appeared that she hadn't black all of the attacks, as her left arm was limp, hanging near her side, and bleeding.

"I've been looking for an opponent like you! What's up with that cape? What the hell is it?! It doesn't matter! Come down here, and let's fight!"

Xander gladly obliged, as he called all four snakes, changing their heads into hammer heads, and he used then to generate more speed as he pushed off the wall; he was now controlling the cape with his mind, no longer needing to use his hand, or shout. He swung his sword down, as she sung her sword up, and the blades created a large amount of sparks as they met. The sparks allowed Xander to see the face of the woman he was fighting.

'Shit, she's beautiful!'

The sparks also allowed her to see his mask.

While their swords were still pressed together, Xander brought the 4 snakes back, turning their heads back into spikes, and they all made a beeline for the Raider, who managed to use her agility, to squirm and dodge each spike, before pulling her sword back, and swinging it at Xander, who was now standing on the ground. They swung their swords at each other, and as the blades met, more sparks erupted, giving temporary light in the darkness, as they ran up and down the alley, jumped against and between walls, and eventually, through those walls. Xander had stopped using the snakes to attack, and just focused on beating her using his sword. It took the Raider a few minutes to realise that she was being pushed back, and even though they were both only swinging using one arm, she was being completely overpowered. This realisation came after she was driven through her 3rd wall, and had to wipe the blood away from her eyes. She also realised that he had stopped attacking her with the cape, and was just using his sword.

"What the fuck?! Why aren't you taking me seriously? Are you feeling sorry for me because I'm a woman, huh?!"

"Please..." Xander spoke as he emerged from the shadows. "I just don't need to take you seriously. Come, and I'll end this with a single blow."

"Motherfucker!!"

The Raider screamed, as she flew out towards him, swinging her sword from behind her head. Xander started running towards her, transferring the sword to his left hand, and then thrusting his arm behind him, along with the sword. She wondered what he was doing, but she didn't have time for that.

"Raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!!!!" 

She screamed, as she swung her sword with all the force she could muster, before her eyes bulged open, as she felt the pain in her gut. She looked down, to see Xanders' right fist buried in her stomach, and blood started flowing freely from her mouth.

"Bastard...y-y-you d-didn't even...f...finish me off with your....sword..."

"I didn't need to."

"What's....your...name?"

"Xander, of Lex Guild."

"Xander...this...is my...1st...loss...w-what...are...you...hiding..." She said, as she lost consciousness, and her body went limp, as she bent over his arm.

Xander could hear people rushing towards them, and could hear Darius' voice, as he screamed his name. Xander looked at the unconscious Raider.

"'What am I hiding' huh? That's what I'd like to know as well..."

*

To be continued.

Hey guys, this was the 2nd instalment in the Xander series; what did you think? Lemme know.

PS : Names guy, how'd you like my city names? 

Also, this will be my last submission for a while, as I've got exams and need to study, so yeah. Hopefully I'm not gone for too long.

Thanks for reading my shit.

Peace.

DionysosK.



Xander Cums Again



Xander arrived at 10:30PM on a Friday evening. He smelled of beer, and had muddy work boots on. I ordered him to strip, and he slowly took off his carhartt flannel jacket. He turned around, looking for a place to put it.

"Drop it on the floor."

He paused, and then did as I said. He started to pull his Navy sweatshirt up over his head, and stopped, to take off his matching hat, revealing a dirty mop of thinning blonde hair. He dropped the hat down on the floor, and pulled his sweatshirt up over his head. He was tall and lanky, and had a very slim build underneath the sloppy wardrobe. He undid his steer horn belt buckle, and let his jeans fall to the floor. They must have had a broken zipper, because that's all it took. He shuffled his feet, until his boots were loose, and stepped out of the mess. No socks, and a pair of plaid boxers. He put his thumbs under the waistband hesitantly...

"Drop them."

He smirked, and pushed his boxers down, letting them fall, loosely to the pile. I got up off the sofa, and walked slowly toward him. He looked me up and down, with that same, stupid smirk on his face. My thigh high Stella McCartney boots clicked provocatively on the tiled floor, as I approached. I had a matching faux leather mini skirt, and cropped sheer blouse, clearly revealing my nipples through the chiffon. 

He stood there, with a quirky look in his eye, and mouth clenched tightly closed. I slowly circled him, sweeping away the mess of clothes out of my path. I noticed he had a soft baby face, with scruffy blonde facial hair throughout. An unkept beard and goatee, decorated his cheeks. He had thin eyebrows, and large brown eyes. He had a smooth chest, with light curly hairs around his nipples. He had nice pecs, for his size, but you could see his rib cage through his skin, and his superbly flat stomach, although covered in blonde hair, was very slim. His hips jutted out, and his dick was small. I liked how pink it looked surrounded by almost transparent pubic hairs. He had good muscle tone in his legs, and they were also covered in light hair. He had almost no ass, and his spine was visible as well. He had a relatively smooth ass, but I there had to be hair in there, somewhere. I came full circle, and turned my back to him.

"Undo me."

"Yes Ms. G."

He fumbled with the hidden zipper in the back of my skirt, and after a couple of tries, got it undone. It fell loosely to the floor. I held my arms up, and he slid his rough fingertips up my sides, under the gathered fabric, and lifted my blouse over my head, letting my hair fall loosely down my back. I had on sheer black mesh panties, that were higher cut, exposing my ass cheeks. I walked back toward the lounge, clicking my heels as I went. 

"You may follow."

I heard him shuffling the entire way to the lounge. Dirty boy. I turned and waited until he stood before me, directly in the light. I pulled a pair of black lace gloves from my bag on the table, and held them out to him. He took them from me, and I held my hands out. He quickly fumbled with the delicate fabric, and put each one on me, sliding them up over my elbows, and tying the ribbon ends. 

"Good boy."

I took his hands in mine, and pulled him closer to me. His stench filled my nostrils. It turned me on. I pulled him closer, until I felt his flaccid penis graze my mesh panty line. I slid my hands up his smooth chest, and up to his neck, and then back down. I made my way down each outside of his arm, and then to the underside. 

"Raise your arms."

He obediently raised his arms, and I slide my hands up under them, through his dirty underarm hair, and up the underside of his biceps. He had a small fish hook tattoo under the left bicep, with his initials as well. I moved my hands back down his arms, through the bristly pit hair, and down his chest to his stomach. I met my two index fingers, and trailed them down his happy trail line, to his bush of mixed colored pubic hairs. He licked his lips, as I made a ring around the base of his shaft and balls with my index fingers and thumbs. I worked my left hand through his undercarriage, pulling each ball separately, and running two fingers in between his thighs, and up his taint. The other hand I used to stroke his shaft, which was at a semi hard stage by now.

He licked his lips a few more times, while I did this, until he was completely hard, and the head of his dick was pressing against my mesh-panty-covered pussy. I looked down to find that he'd grown considerably, to my surprise. I let go of his dick, and put both index fingers under his nostrils.

"Smell yourself."

"Yes, Ms. G."

He took a deep breath through his nostrils. He winced a little, but his eyes stayed focus on mine. I had him repeat this two more times. I could smell him from where I stood, so I imagined this was quite pungent. 

"Open your mouth."

He paused...

"I said, open your mouth."

He obeyed.

I placed just the tip of each finger inside his mouth, and pressed them to the edge of his tongue. He closed his eyes, and held his breath. Pussy.

I removed my fingers from his mouth, and ran my hands back down his chest, and stomach. He was still hard, but his dick had become engorged, and red. His balls were now tight up at the sides of his shaft, and I felt as though he may cum at the slightest encouragement. I bent over, in front of him, and planted both of my hands on the cocktail table. 

"Come closer."

He moved a little closer, and his dick pressed against my ass cheeks. I heard him catch his breath, and I turned to see his face. He had an intense look on his face, and was biting his lower lip.

"Closer."

He moved closer, and I felt his dick slide between my ass cheeks, up, and over the ridge where my ass and lower back meet. He wasn't breathing at all. I felt his dick twitch, and a small wetness against my skin. He was leaking pre cum. Dirty pig. I turned and looked at him again, and he was still biting his lip.

"I want your balls pressed against my ass."

He paused a moment, and then moved the last couple of inches, and I felt his furry balls press against my smooth ass cheeks. I waited a couple of minutes, feeling the wetness increase, and hearing his short, choppy breathing. I slowly rose up, sliding his shaft up my spine. I pulled my hair to one side, letting it drape over my right breast.

"Put your arms around me, and hold me."

"Yes, Ms. G."

I felt him press his body to me, wrapping his arms around my waist. His chest was breathing against my spine, and his dick was throbbing between us. He started to whimper quietly. I allowed this, for I knew he was holding back. 

"Fondle my breasts."

"Bu..."

"Fondle.My.Breasts."

I felt his rough hands slide up my body, and cup my breasts. He whimpered softly, as he slide his callused fingers around my thick areolas. They were hard, and stimulated. I could feel his breath against my neck, and his dick oozing more pre cum against our bodies. His breathing was heavier. I knew he was close. I leaned back into him, and let out a long sigh.

"Oh God, Fuckk..."

His dick started spasming against my back and his abs, and I could feel him shooting a load of cum between our bodies. I reached up, placing my hands over his, leading his hands to caress around my entire breasts. 

"Mmm...ooooh...Thank you Ms. G."

"Don't thank me, yet."

He was still shooting cum, and breathing heavily against my neck, when I leaned forward, away from him. I turned and saw his face contorted with pleasure. His lips were trembling, and I raised a gloved hand, to press my finger against his lips.

"Shhh..."

He nodded and focused his eyes on mine. I reached down with my other hand, and slid it up and down his cum covered shaft. He started trembling, and whimpering. I pressed the finger to his lips even harder. He closed his eyes, as I worked my other hand up and down his shaft.

"Good boy."

My hand was completely soaked with cum at this point, and his dick was starting to spasm again. I moved my fingertip away from his lips, and made a circular motion with that hand, over the head of his dick. 

"Ohhh, Goodd..." 

He was whimpering with a complete body shudder. I continued teasing his dick, and he had another orgasm. He was a good shot, with cum shooting straight out, and landing on my stomach and panties. He shot a good 6 more squirts, completely coating the small triangle of fabric, with a semi clear glaze of cum. I dropped his dick, and let the remainder of cum ooze out, and drip to the tiled floor. I turned and bent over, placing my hands back onto the cocktail table.

"Lick me clean."

He paused, with hesitation.

"Lick.Me.Clean."

"Yes, Ms. G."

I felt him lean over me, and his lips caress my body, with his warm tongue, slowly, but surely covering every bit of my back. He worked his way up my spine, and then back down, and even in between my ass cheeks, where some of the cum had created a little pool. I heard some slurping noises as he sucked the cum from between my ass cheeks. When I felt him move away from me, I turned around, and slid my panties down, dropping them to the floor, and stepping out of them.

"Lick me clean."

He got down on his knees, and placed both hands on either side of me, leaning forward, and started to lick around my smooth pussy. Up toward my naval, and around, and back down. I spread my legs open a little more, and he went in deeper. I parted my legs even more, and he started to eat my pussy. I slapped his face, and he fell back in shock.

"Did I say you could eat my pussy?"

"N-n-n-no Ms. G."

"Why would you eat my pussy?"

"I thought that's what you wanted Ms. G."

"You.Thought.Wrong. I want you to fuck my pussy, with your tongue."

He got the sly smirk back on his face, and stuck his tongue out. He had a wide, and pointy tongue, which extended out, toward his chin. I walked slowly toward his face, and stopped, legs parted. He moved his face closer, and inserted his tongue in me. 

"Good boy."

He started tongue fucking me, in the most sensual way. I felt myself becoming hard, and placed both hands on either side of his face. He stopped moving his head around, and I began to thrust myself over his tongue, and lips. He was breathing heavy, as I fucked myself with his face. I started to thrust at the hips, which caused him to fall back a little.

"On your back."

"Yes Ms. G!"

He fell back, with an excited look on his face. I mounted him, and grinded myself over his lips and chin. The bristly disgusting facial hair caused me to cum in a matter of seconds. I gushed all over his face, and down his neck. He moaned loudly, and started to tongue me, lapping at my juices. I let him finish me off, and then I stood up. He had cum again, in the process, and I could see a smaller, but still impressive cumshot splatter up his abs, toward his chest. This time, it was much thicker, and whiter. He looked down, and then back at me, with a look of shame.

"Clean this mess up."

"Yes, Ms. G."

He stood up, and picked up my panties.

"No. Drop them."

He obediently dropped my panties.

"You know what I meant."

His eyes were wide, as he knelt down, and got close to the floor. I nodded, and pointed to the floor. He stuck his tongue out, and started licking at the pools of cum and pussy juice. I kept my finger pointed, while he started to lap up the mess. He had a disgusted look on his face, but kept eye contact with me. His dick was softening, and leaking more cum onto the floor. 

"That's enough."

He stood up, and faced me. I looked him up and down. He was still dirty, and sweaty, with his freshly relieved dick, hanging thickly down his thighs, cum dripping out of the tip. He still had my mess on his face, and cum on his abs and chest. I kept the unusually long silence, until I saw one final drip of cum leave the head of his dick.

"You may go."

He paused for a moment, and then obediently walked toward the door. He started dressing, and tried mopping up some of his mess with his navy sweatshirt. He pulled it over his head, and then his jacket. As he turned to leave, he looked back at me, and got that same smirk on his face. Dirty boy.

Ms. G



Xander’s Nocturnal Adventure



I do not own BtVS or, its characters, they belong to others. I am not making any money from this story.

All the characters are over eighteen.

*

Eighteen year old Xander Harris looked in the mirror. He looked beautiful, with his make-up and his hair curled he looked, if not like a young lady, at least close enough to be mistaken in low light and at a distance. He had carefully shaved, so apart from his head there was not a hair anywhere on his body. Not that anyone would have been able to tell, he had dressed conservatively – a blouse and cardigan on top, a knee length skirt and pantyhose below. The only concession to sluttiness were his silk panties, within which his seven-inch cock strained.

Yes, Xander Harris had a secret. Ever since he was little he had liked to dress up and fantasise he was a woman. As he got older he used the money he got from odd-jobs around the house on secretly purchasing lipstick and skirts, hiding it all in a box beneath his bed. When he could he'd get them out and parade round his room, whilst thinking about being balled from behind by a well-hung stud and being made a proper 'woman'. But not whilst he was in the last year of Sunnydale High – he was willing to face demons and vamps, but he wasn't ready to face the catcalls and jibes of his peers.

He looked out the window. It was dusk. He slipped on his high-heels, he had been practising in them since he was fourteen and had the walk just right, a sexy swing of the thighs that made his ass wiggle enticingly. He took a deep breath and picking up his handbag, headed downstairs at outside.

It was his first time he'd gone feminine outside his room. But his parents were away and wouldn't see him leave, and it was dark enough that no-one would recognise him at a distance (and he had no intention of letting anyone get close), but not so dark the vamps were out.

Walking around Sunnydale Xander felt a powerful sense of release. He wished he could be like this all the time; free, free as a bird. He was in such bliss that he failed to notice it was getting darker and that there were less and less passers-by as Sunnydale's living residents got themselves indoors. In fact he didn't notice it until he turned from admiring some shoes in a shop window and turned round into a grinning vampire.

The vamp smiled, "Now look what we got here, a cutie all dressed up for dinner."

At least, thought Xander, as he tried to push himself against the shop window, someone's decided I look cute. He closed his eyes as the vampire's mouth got closer. The vamp's hands moved to his waist and then let go. Xander waited for the bite.

"Xander?" it was a familiar voice, though more quizzical than normal. Xander opened his eyes silently wishing the vamp had bit him. In front of him stood Angel, a stake in his hand and a pile of dust at his feet, "Xander?"

"Hi," said Xander weakly. It was no use pretending to be someone else, Angel was close enough to recognise him. He wracked his mind for an excuse for why he was dressed like a young woman and wandering Sunnydale's streets – nothing came to him. Instead all he could see was Angel looking at him, the vamp exuding manliness in start contrast to Xander's sissyboy attire.

"I never thought I'd say this," said the vampire, "but Xander you look damn attractive. Prettier than Buffy, even..."

"R... Really," said Xander. He'd always secretly fancied Angel, though in public he felt he had to be rude in case people thought he crushed on the dark vamp with a soul, "You think..."

"I do," Angel interrupted Xander before the eighteen year old could finish. He stepped forward and Xander could see a large bulge in the vampire's pants. Before Xander could say anything more Angel kissed him. Xander had kissed before, when he'd gone out with Cordelia Chase, but they had been either limp or slobbery and whilst he had gone through the motions they had never done anything for him. This kiss was different, Xander could feel himself melting in Angel's embrace, the vampire strong hands holding Xander as his mouth opened and his tongue slipped in. Xander could feel his stomach flop and his brain explode, more physically his cock went hard inside his panties. The vampire pulled away, his sensitive, but strong eyes looking over Xander to check his reaction. Slowly a smile came onto the vampire's face as saw how much Xander had enjoyed the feeling of the vampire's mouth, "And a good kisser. Buffy was always too possessive."

"Thanks," Xander blushed.

"Let me walk you home," said Angel, "You should know better than being out so late in Sunnydale."

"Thanks," Xander blushed, again. We began to walk along the deserted street. After a few paces, Angel's hand moved and slid to rest mid-way down my back. His cock tensed in excitement, hoping for a further shift downwards, but Angel was the perfect gentleman.

"So how long you been dressing as a girl?" he asked.

"A long time. This was my first time out," Xander said.

"I thought you were a girl at first. I clocked the vamp following you and followed him. I admit we were both taken in by the swing of the hips. It was only when I staked him I saw it was you. I don't think he ever knew," Angel continued.

"Really? That's good, I'd love to be able to really pass for a woman. I really would, I'd love to be a proper woman," Xander replied.

"In all ways?" asked Angel.

"Well, I don't think I'd like menstrual cramps. But I love being a girl, and I'm eighteen now, so it would nice to be made a, y'know, real woman," Xander blushed as he spoke.

"You'd make a great real woman," said Angel and Xander almost swooned at the husky sexiness of his voice. He continued, "Before I had a soul I used to fuck a lot, women and... 'women'."

Xander's cock really did tremble, especially as Angel's fingers caressed his back and slid a little lower. Not too low, but enough. You could have cut the sexual tension between them with a knife as Xander asked, "So which did you prefer, women or 'women'?"

Angel laughed, "Now you're asking. I liked both."

For a few moments Xander lapsed into silence as they approached his house. His parents would be away until tomorrow afternoon, so he had the house to himself. He was eighteen and ready, he just hoped Angel was. They stopped at the door and Xander pulled out the door key. He opened the door and stepped in. He paused and looked at the sexy hunk in front of him, the dark souled vampire was so manly standing there in black. Xander gulped, "You want to come in?"

Angel smiled, "Unless you're planning to blow me on the porch," he stepped in.

Xander looked at the vampire's crotch. It was large and expanded and Xander felt a stab of lust, but also worry, "If we... y'know do it... will you become... Angelus?"

Angel shook his head, smiling, "No, when Buffy sent me to hell that curse was lifted. Happiness doesn't get rid of my soul." He stroked Xander's face.

Xander shut the door, "Why didn't you get back with Buffy?"

"Would you get back with the girl who stabbed you and sent you to Hell?" said Angel.

"No," said Xander. That was enough questions, he was content. He got to his knees in front of the vampire and undid the zip of the black jeans, followed by the button. He pulled the pants down the vampire's thighs. The cock sticking out Angel's boxer shorts must have been twelve inches and it was already hard. Xander pulled down the boxers and gazed in awe at the massive dong, it was bigger than he'd seen in any changing rooms. It made him salivate with lust. He looked up, "Can...I" he didn't finish the sentence.

"Suck it, yes," said Angel. He ran his hand through Xander's hair as the eighteen year old ran his tongue over the erect penis. The vampire gave a groan of pleasure, pleasing Xander as he licked the hunk's ballsack and ran his tongue through the pubic hair covering it. Bringing his tongue back over the veiny member, Xander left a trail of spit.

Xander opened his mouth and slid his lipsticked lips down the prong. There was a large moan from Angel as the teenager moved his mouth down. He stroked Xander's head, "That's it Xander. Suck my dick. I want you to suck my dick."

Xander had never sucked a cock before and was surprised how much he enjoyed it. There was something very sensual about giving your partner pleasure, which made up for not getting any yourself. And there was a definite taste, a musky with a bit of saltiness - more salt from the oozing pre-cum that dripped into Xander's mouth. He moved deeper, taking more of the cock and pressing it with his tongue against his cheek. Slowly he bobbed his head and then as he heard Angel's pleasured moans he Xander moved quicker and quicker, sucking the large cock.

"I'm gonna cum," Angel gasped in warning. Too late...

His large member exploded, sending millions of tiny (but dead) sperm flooding into Xander's mouth. Xander gulped and swallowed, taking down as much as he could. It tasted so great, that Xander was disappointed there wasn't more. He licked his laps, trying to take in the cum that his mouth hadn't been able to hold, "That was yummy..."

"Was that your first blow-job?" said Angel, "Because it was fantastic."

"It was," Xander blushed at the compliment, "I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"I did," Angel pulled up his jeans.

Xander looked at the vampire's crotch as he stood. He had just blown Angel, but now he wanted more "Do you want to stay?"

"And fuck your virgin butt," said the vampire, smiling, "You bet."

"Shall we go upstairs?" asked Xander. He was relieved as the vampire nodded, taking his hand and leading him to his bedroom. 

They entered. Xander turned to Angel and put his finger on his chest, "Can I just get changed?"

"Sure, I'll wait," Angel gave a sexy smile. 

Xander pulled his sissy box out of its hidden place and took it into the bathroom. He carefully folded up what he was wearing, making a mental note to clean the cum stain from his cardy before he wore it again. Then he picked up his nightdress. It was silk and felt so nice against his body, though as he put it on Xander suddenly wished he'd bought one a bit shorter and more translucent – but it was too late now. He touched up his lipstick, thinking a girl must always look his best. He looked in the mirror, yes, he was beautiful tonight...

By the time he got to his bedroom Angel was already naked and in bed. His muscular chest was on show, but the sheets covered his lower half – though from the bulge he was waiting Xander with excitement. He gave a whistle as Xander came in, "My God, Xander you really are a pretty girl. Give me a twirl."

Xander did so, feeling the nightdress lift above his knee as he did so. Angel grinned and patted the bed, "Come on, join me."

Xander got in, pulling the sheets up to his waist. He looked at Angel for a moment, admiring the strong lines of his face, his sensitive eyes and muscular body. The vampire grinned and rolled onto Xander, his mouth pressing against the young eighteen year old. Xander could feel the hardness of Angel's large cock pressing into him and his own was risen in response. He groaned as Angel's lips touched his throat and chin, pushed onto his lips and then back to slurp at his neck. Even as the vampire was kissing him his hand was beneath Xander's nightie. He reached up and cupped his hand over Xander's balls for a moment, giving them a sexual squeeze, before moving up and rubbing at Xander's erect cock. The teenager groaned, "Oh yes, that's it. I'm your good girl... I'm your good girl..."

"No, you're my woman," corrected Angel. He stopped stroking the cock, at least with his hand, as his own erect member continued to push through the material of the nightie and rub against Xander's prick. The teenager gave quick gasp as Angel's finger moved and touched his asshole. The vampire with a soul began to rub the hole, tickling it and caressing it, driving Xander wild with excitement. He got even more excited as Angel's finger tip entered it. The vampire smiled as he saw Xander's reaction, "Like that?" he asked.

Without waiting for an answer he pushed his finger in deeper so it reached to his knuckle. It was both a little soar and discomforting, decided Xander, but also exciting and erotic. He decided he could ignore the latter and concentrate on the former, especially as he was hoping for something bigger than the vampire's middle finger in there. He nodded, "I like..."

Angel pushed in the full-length and Xander gave a little moan, "I do like..."

"In that case," said Angel, "Turn on your front and I'll give it something bigger."

Xander swiftly did as he was told. He felt Angel lift his nightie and leave the hem resting on his lower back. The souled vampire's strong hands gripped Xander's cheek and the teen felt them being gently, but firmly being pulled apart. The tip of Angel's large cock pressed on Xander's poop chute.

"Ready?" asked the vampire.

"Yes, yes," said Xander, "I'm yours."

He almost regretted it as Angel's twelve incher started to push into his virgin tube. It was sore and not just uncomfortable, but like having concrete poured in, hot, warm and wet concrete. But then the cock pushed over Xander's anal G-spot and the teen knew no matter how painful or sore it was, it was worth it for the feeling of pleasure as the large cock stimulated his g-spot. He gave a cry, part of pain, but mainly pleasure as Angel continued to lower his cock down the virgin teenage shitter. Angel continued until his prick was fully in the teen and he was lying on him. He rubbed a strand of hair from Xander's face, "That's it. That's it in. I'll let you get used to it for a moment. Let your asshole stretch a bit."

It was nice lying there, with Angel's prick deep within him and his muscular body enfolding the teenager that Xander could have lay there forever. Gradually, however, his ass got used to the cock within it and he began to wish for greater stimulation. He shifted slightly so that he could feel the twelve inches move within him, "I'm ready. Fuck me properly."

Angel did. His large, hard prick pounded into Xander's butt. Each thrust went deep and over the G-spot making the teenager scream with pleasure. The vampire slammed hard into Xander, their bodies smacking together and the prick stretching Xander's asshole like it was rubber. 

The teen loved it, he loved the explosive feelings that tore through him, loved the feel of Angel's muscular body coming down on him, love the sweat leaking from the vampire and soaking Xander's nightie. He loved the smell of the vampire, a musky, manly smell. He loved the pants, grunts of exertion as Angel rammed home and the sound of the vampire's ballsack slapping against Xander's ass. He loved the touch of that ballsack and off Angel's lips as the vampire kissed the back of his neck, as he paused for a second before rising him up and slamming down. He even loved the soreness of his ass and that as it stretched there was no discomfort, it just felt right like a key in the lock. Xander loved it all. 

And that was before he came. The cock had ploughed over his G-spot so many times and so hard and so fast that eventually it couldn't handled the pleasure. Xander screamed like a girl as he came, arching his back and almost sobbing with joy. It was heaven... he was a woman.

It seemed to go on for hours and Xander would have liked it to go on for even longer. But suddenly Angel gasped and paused. For a moment there was silence and stillness, then Angel gasped again, "That's it" and his cum shot from his manhood and into Xander's back passage. There was so much that even as Xander felt some dribble down the hole, he felt some pour out and slide down his cheeks. He didn't mind. All he could think about was the incredible pleasure he had just felt and the need to have it again. He turned to Angel. The vampire smiled, "From the look of you I'm saying you enjoyed that."

"I've never enjoyed anything more," he reached down to Angel's flaccid cock, "I just wish we could go again."

The vampire smiled, "I'm a vampire. Give me five minutes and I'll be as hard as rock."

Xander smiled. It looked like he wasn't going to get to sleep yet.