Piece of Mind

Piece of Mind 8

Chapter 8: Bombard

I felt…so alone in this world with Aunt Gloria dead.

I’m back in the underground. They’ve given me a room. The Sewer Lineage members don’t speak to me. The others say it’s not safe. It’s not safe for me to be up there. The cops will be suspicious of me. Aunt Gloria and I lived alone. I’d been acting strange. Then there was the Olympians. They were looking for me. I wasn’t safe.

I sit there with this gun in my hand. It’s the gun that Uncle Charles left Aunt Gloria. She kept it hidden under the kitchen sink.

“It won’t help you,” Piece says, “Guns don’t work against Victoria.”

The gun floats out of my hand. He disassembles the gun with his mind. I’m looking at it and I’m just helpless. These people can disable guns. Human weapons don’t work against them.

“I’m going to kill her.”

Victoria Cass. This woman killed my Aunt. I wouldn’t stop until I kill her. I say it with such strength and conviction but then the memory of Aunt Gloria comes into my mind. I’m crying. I can’t even bury her. I can’t even bury my aunt. All of a sudden I’m a weak little boy. Piece looks down on me in pity. I’m telling myself get it together. Piece is looking at me. I can’t look so weak in front of him. I can’t help it though.

Piece comes close to me, “It’ll be ok.”

“I’ll fucking kill all of them.”

Piece looks me in my eyes, “I’ll help you.”

The king of neutrality was telling me that he was picking a side. I look at him. I thought he was looking at me with a look of sympathy but that wasn’t the case. Piece is looking at me with a look of understanding.

“Why do you care?” I ask him, “Why are you helping me?”

“She killed my mother too,” Piece, explains, “I have no proof. Do not ask me for proof. Victoria was my research assistant. I always thought he was jealous of my mother. She wanted to take her place. When my mother died, she came up to me. She put my head in her breasts and she told me that she’d be there for my father and me. And I knew what she’d done. I knew it in my heart. I tried to tell my dad. He didn’t believe me. He’s a scientist you know. Proof meant everything to him. Besides, he already started…you know, falling in love with Victoria.”

Fuck.

I find myself walking behind Piece. I grab him. I hold him there. I hope he won’t pull away and luckily he doesn’t. He lets me hold him. He lets me protect him. We sit in silence for a minute. He doesn’t like to talk about his personal life. This is a big step for him.

“I’m sorry,” I tell him.

“My father Adam Aniston told me to stay out of it. Those words stuck with me all of my life. Stay out of it. I promised him I would. I stayed out of it. I’ve always stayed out of it, but not anymore. I’m not much Jamison…”

I grab Piece. For me this is bigger than some beautiful poem. Piece’s neutrality meant the most to him. He was choosing a side now and I feel like it was because of me.

Piece pushes me up onto the bed.

He stares at me. There is a flicker. The underground lights flicker on his smooth skin.

He had a tight body, and a perfect physique.

I’m staring at Piece and I can’t help but to keep watching.

“Let me see you,” I tell him.

“I’m not much…I told you…”

“Let me see you,” I repeat.

As soon as I say it I watch Piece begin to undress. He takes off one article of clothing and then the next. I’m watching him as though I’m watching a movie. The way he moves is just so fucking elegant. He’s so slow. He watches me the entire time. His shirt comes off. I see his tight abs, and his tiny waist. He pulls his belt off and lets his pants hang off his hips. His hips are wide but still masculine. He allows his pants to drop all of a sudden.

He’s naked in front of me. He’s not wearing any underwear.

“This is all there is to me,” he says, “A skinny little boy that spent his whole life hiding behind his father’s legacy. Too afraid to stand up to a woman who threatens everything I cared about. This is me, flaws and all. It’s not much, but I’ll fight with you, if you want me to. You wanted me to choose a side. Well I choose yours.”

He’s right in a way. I’m way more muscular than Piece is. I’ve seen guys more physically attractive, but it’s not the physical attraction that I’m looking at. There is so much more to Piece, the deep glow of his skin, the way he holds his head up high when he enters a room. The way he squints when he stares at me. I love the way he bites his lips when he’s done talking as though he’s not sure if he wants to say something else. The look on his face that lets me know he’s always thinking.

“To me…you’re the most beautiful person in the world,” I respond to him.

I mean it with every fiber of my being; I mean so much more than that. Not just the beauty, strength, Power, and mystery, he was everything that I needed.

He walks over to me and straddles me from the front. He sits on my lap. Our faces are inches away from each other. I run my fingers up and down his naked body. I let my middle finger press on his spine. He shivers a little bit. He parts his mouth.

I can’t help but to kiss him when I see those sexy lips of Piece part. I let my tongue enter his mouth. I’m tonguing him down. I’ve never been so intent of having someone. I’m ravishing his mouth. I’m sticking my tongue so far down in his throat that he gags a little bit.

“Slow down,” he tells me.

“I’m sorry. It’s just…I’ve wanted this…”

“Don’t be sorry.”

I watch as pushes himself off me a little bit. He’s still straddling me but he’s giving me enough space so that he can open up my fly. My dick is hard. It’s super hard. He tries to pull it out through the hole but he realizes it’s too big for that. I watch the look on his face when he sees the size of my dick. He definitely seems pleasantly surprised.

He guides my pants completely off ( off a little bit… deltete ) so my dick is exposed. Then he spits on his hand. He rubs it up and down my dick.

Then he sits on it!

“FUCK!” I moan.

My heart is racing. His asshole is so tight. It’s something that I never experienced before. I’ve fucked guys before. It was never more than just sex. I’ve never had an ass as tight as this. At first, I think he’s in pain. I look up at his beautiful face. His mouth is open. He’s panting a little bit, but he’s still going further and further down.

“It’s so big…,” he is telling me.

“We don’t have to go all the way today,” I place my hand on his face tenderly trying to comfort him as much as I can, “We can stop, if you want. I want this to be about you…”

“No… I want you to have me.”

He’s going deeper. After bouncing on my dick for a few minutes he starts to loosen up a little bit. The look of pain on his face subsides and he begins to moan slightly. His expression is turning me on so much. He rides my dick, slowly, grinding on it. He squeezes his ass cheeks a few times. He lets me feel all of it. My dick throbs in front of him. It seems like every time he lowers himself on me I’m struggling to hold back my orgasm.

I’m kissing him. I’m kissing his neck. My tongue flickers up and down his neck. The feeling is something that I can’t explain.

I feel like I’m…floating.

Then I realize I am. I’m not sitting on the bed anymore. I’m sitting about 3 feet above my bed in the air. I’m not sure who is using Psychokinesis. It could be Piece. Hell. At this moment, it could be me. It doesn’t matter. We’re spinning in circles as he grinds up around my dick. I’ve fucked my share of men, but nothing was like this.

“You’re crying,” he tells me.

I don’t even notice it until he says something. Tears are rolling down my fucking face. I look so weak right now. It has to be the most embarrassing moment of my life but it’s also the most magical moment of my life. The emotion is something that I can’t explain.

“I love you.”

The words just come out. I want to take them back as soon as I say it. I know I sound so fucking stupid. I know he is probably looking at me crazy. Instead of saying anything about it though, he just squeezes his ass against my dick. I wonder if he is using psychokinesis or not. I just feel this tight pull on my dick. It’s almost like he’s DRAWING the nut out of my dick, and the orgasm is out of this world.

“Good morning…” I say.

I turn over on the bed expecting to see Piece. He’s not there. Fuck. I wonder if I scared him off telling him that I fucking loved him. Who did that? Where the fuck did, they do that at? We’d gone to sleep together. After the amazing sex, though I fell asleep almost immediately. It was the best sleep I’d ever had in my life. I thought I wouldn’t be able to sleep with Aunt Gloria dead.

I find myself walking out into the meeting area of the underground. It’s hard to tell if it’s morning or not. I have no signal on my phone. There are no lights. The only thing that leads me to believe its morning is Prall eating cereal as I walk in. He gives me a nod and smiles. I walk further into the main room and I see Tonnet. She’s sitting there beside Prall and drinking milk. She looks normal. She has her color back.

“You’re better,” I say…

“Yes. I had my Ambrosia and some sleep, so I am back to normal. Hell, with you walking in the room looking like that…I’m better than normal. My…my…I can get used to the eye candy around here,” she says.

She’s acknowledging the fact that I’m walking around in my boxers. I was an idiot. I ran out looking for Piece and didn’t even realize I had no pants on.

“Sorry about that,” I say.

“No need to apologize,” Tonnet says looking me up and down, “You are FINE specimen of a man. Remind me to thank your mother.”

“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t hit on my son,” Antietam says.

She walks into the room. The fact that she’s referring to me as her son now blows my mind. I don’t even want to acknowledge it. She lost the rights to be my mother a long time ago. The woman who I considered my mother was killed.

“Well maybe your son should wear more clothing,” another voice says.

I don’t notice Bombard. He’s sitting with Old Man Keeper in a different section of the front room. I am looking around the room completely. No Piece.

I ignore Bombard.

“Have you guys seen Piece?”

“He’s stormed out of here in the middle of the night,” Antietam responds to me, “He looked a little bit…upset…”

Upset?

My heart races after hearing that Piece was upset. Fuck. I wonder if I scared him off telling him that I was in love with him. I want to punch myself in the face. What the fuck are you thinking Jamison? You don’t tell someone you love them the first time you have sex with them. I would punch the wall right now if everyone wasn’t staring at me.

“You ok?” Tonnet asks, “Something happen between you and Piece?”

“You guys mind readers now too?” I ask.

“No. We just move shit. That’d be nice if we were though,” Tonnet responds.

“I’m going to go out and look for Piece,” I tell them.

A chair at the table that Tonnet and Prall are sitting at is pulled out. I turn to see that Antietam has raised her hand. She pulls the chair out for me.

“Sit. Eat. It’s not safe to go to the surface,” my mother explains, “Victoria probably has her hacker monitoring the entire city right now looking for you.”

I hesitate to sit. I can’t even contact Cedric and let him know I’m ok. There’s no one I can reach out to, not even Piece.

“Piece is out there.”

“She won’t kill Piece,” Antietam states, “With all the trouble that Piece caused throughout the years she won’t kill him. She has a special place for Piece.”

There’s laughter. It’s coming from Prall.

“Judging from the moaning I heard last night,” the little boy says, “Victoria isn’t the only one who has a special place for Piece.”

Bombard stands up.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

Shit. I don’t want to deal with this. Little Prall looks over at me. He heard Piece and I. He heard us having sex? My face blushes with red. Everyone is looking at me. Bombard is looking suspicious. A part of me kind of wants to let him know that Piece and I had sex last night. Maybe now he’ll back off of Piece and realize that he’s spoken for. The issue with that though is that I didn’t know if Piece is spoken for. He ran off this morning.

“Piece sounded like he was getting fucked…” Prall says.

I didn’t expect that to come out of his mouth! He falls off his chair all of a sudden. I don’t know who moves him out of his chair but I see Tonnet’s face and realize it had to be her. I’m thankful. The little boy definitely has a big mouth on him.

Bombard is breathing heavy at that moment.

“That’s impossible. Piece is a virgin,” Bombard states, “Everyone knows that.”

A virgin?

Shit. Now it made sense why he was so tight. He let me have him first.

What the fuck?

“Not anymore,” Prall responds.

I watch Bombard’s face at that moment. He is staring at me. He is staring BULLET holes at me. If he hated me before, now it was something much worse. Bombard wanted to kill me. The only thing that seemed to be stopping him was Antietam standing right there.

Antietam seems to realize that it’s getting heated in the room.

“We have bigger issues than Piece’s sex life,” Antietam states, “The humans know about us now after the Tiffanys fought. The video went viral and has millions of views. Victoria is going to be desperate now. If she has a plan to end the human race, we need to find out what it is.”

Everyone’s face gets more serious. Bombard still seems pissed. Right now, he could care less about the human race. Luckily, though I’m a little bit more mature.

I focus, and turn to Antietam.

“I want to fight.”

Antietam stares at me hard, “We may not have the convenience to get you involved yet. I planned on teaching you to control your mind and use psychokinesis. We may not have that luxury any longer.”

“I’ll learn. She killed Aunt Gloria. Victoria killed the woman who raised me,” I stress at that moment and bang hard on the table, “I want to fight.”

I’m not fucking around. I’m not taking no for an answer. I don’t care what I have to do. I don’t care how hard it is. I wanted to learn psychokinesis. I wanted to learn to control my mind. I wanted to use my mind as a weapon. I wanted justice for Aunt Gloria. I would get justice…or I’d die trying.

There is a silence at that moment.

“I’ll teach him,” Bombard states.

“What?” Antietam asks.

“Huh?” I repeat right after.

He’s the last person that I expect to step up at that moment. Bombard is staring at me though. There are intentions in his eyes. I don’t trust them at all. He’s staring at me with these malicious eyes and I’m worried. But at the same time I needed to learn.

“I’ll teach him how to control his mind. I’ll make sure he learns,” Bombard explains, “He wants revenge. That passion will help him learn fast.”

“Bombard…” Antietam starts.

She must be as suspicious of him as I am. Antietam is smarter than she looks. Even though she doesn’t talk about it, I know she’s aware of my relationship with Piece. Hell, I suspect they all are a little bit aware. We haven’t exactly been sneaky about it. Truth is I don’t care if they know or not. I want them to know how I feel.

“I accept,” I say before Antietam can talk Bombard out of it.

A sinister smile spreads across Bombard’s face.

“Good. Eat well. Today your training intensifies…”

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“What are you doing to me?”

Bombard has taken me an abandoned subway station underground. I know of the subway station. It closed down a few years back after a part of it collapsed on the tracks. The city never reopened it.

It’s the midafternoon. It smells down here in the underground. Chicago rats are skittering around. Bombard takes chains to me. He’s tying me up to the subway pillar with his chains. Immediately I am regretting doing this. Why did I agree to this? Bombard hates me. That’s the only thing I know for sure.

“I’m teaching you,” he replies.

He looks up at me. His grey eyes are staring at me. Bombard is that attractive guy that I’ve known all my life. He is the kind of guys that I could easily attract. There’s nothing special about him. He’s good looking. He’s brash. He can probably have anyone that he wants because everyone would find him attractive. That’s why someone like Piece is so special to me. Piece doesn’t have that traditional male model Abercrombie and Fitch look to him. Piece’s beauty is far from commercial. His beauty is deeper than skin deep.

It’s the idea of Piece that I’m doing this. If Piece was going to fight for me, I’ll make sure that I was going to protect him no matter what.

“Do whatever it takes,” I reply, “I need to be strong.”

“I was hoping you would say that.”

Bombard punches me at that moment. He swipes me right in my jaw. I lean forward spitting out blood. I don’t expect the punch. He has a mean right jab. I’m taken back right now. I lean forward in an attempt to get loose but realize that he’s secured me so tightly.

“What the FUCK!” I scream.

“Stop me from hitting you.”

Bombard punches me again. This time he delivers a hook to my lower abdomen. He damn near knocks my breath clean out of me. I stand there for a second. I want to scream but I have no breath to let it out. I’m gasping right now. My mouth is open and I’m trying to suck in air. I’m trying to gain my composure. It takes a few seconds for the pain to sink in.

All of a sudden, there is SO much pain.

“You—tied me up,” I reply to him, “How am I supposed to stop you from hitting me?”

“Your mind is your most powerful weapon.”

He punches me again. He throws two straight blows to my jaw. He’s aiming at my face now. When he punches me, he stands back and glares. It’s almost as though he’s enjoying his work. There is a cut on my lip. I can feel my face already bruising.

“You enjoying this aren’t you?” I ask him.

Bombard smiles, “A little bit. That handsome face of yours is not going to be so handsome when I finish. I wonder what Piece will think about it after you’re done with training. You see. I don’t like competition.”

Bombard elbows me. I brace my face. He’s trying to knock out my teeth or something. He has no reason to hold back now. I can see the smile on his face. He’s telling me all that he thinks about me. He thinks I’m just another handsome guy. He’s probably used to being the only attractive guy around. He’s use to getting what he wants.

The issue is Bombard and I want the same thing.

We want the same person.

“I can’t focus if you keep hitting me. I need time to focus,” I tell him.

“We don’t have that luxury. You heard Antietam. You learn fast. You learn under stress…”

“At least release my hands. I’ve seen you guys use psychokinesis. You use your hands. Let me use my hands!”

“Your hands are just guides. It’s just an oar. Your mind doesn’t need it. Think about it. An efficient boat doesn’t need an oar. It uses sails.”

What the fuck? I’ve seen Bombard use psychokinesis. He ALWAYS used his hands. Now he was telling me that I didn’t need it.

Bombard continues to pummel me. The pain becomes unbearable. I think about crying but I don’t want him to see me break. So instead of crying I close my eyes. I let out this low, angry shriek. It makes it feel better for the moment. It’s better than having him see me in weakness. Bombard seems irritated that I haven’t screamed or cried for him to stop yet.

He’s punching me harder and harder. His fists hit my ribs. They hit my jaw. He upper cuts me and I almost lose consciousness.

“You’re going to kill me,” I alert him.

I can feel it happening already.

“Then stop me.”

I attempt to. I can’t focus. He’s not giving me enough time to focus mentally. Punch after punch is delivered to my dome. I struggle to stay conscious. I can’t focus on any mental ability. The frustration is beginning to affect me. I’m dripping with sweat.

“I CAN’T!”

“You’ll have to. Or you’ll die,” Bombard responds at that moment.

He’s fully aware that he could kill me hitting me in the head over and over. He was prepared for this. I see him pull bandages out of his pocket. They aren’t for me. They are for his hands. He’s wrapping up his hands right now so that he won’t fuck up his knuckles. He knew what he was doing and the stupid thing was that I agreed to it.

“I fucked him last night,” I say.

I don’t know why the words come out of my mouth. They just do.

“LIAR!”

Bombard kicks me now. I let out a scream. It’s impossible not do. I’ve gotten underneath his skin. It’s clear. My body can’t take anymore. I just can’t…

Bombard smiles a little bit. He starts unwrapping. All of a sudden I think maybe he’s realized I’ve had enough after the kick. Maybe he thinks that I’ve done it all.

Then I realize Bombard walking away.

“Wait…wait…where the fuck are you going?”

“I’m going to see if Piece is back yet,” Bombard stated, “I’ll ask him myself if you really had sex with him.”

“You can’t just leave me here…” I respond.

Bombard shrugs his shoulders, “Sure I can. Release your chains yourself. That’s the only way you’ll get out. You can scream. No one’s around. No one can hear you.

He starts walking away at that moment.

“Bombard.”

“Yes?”

“I’ll kill you one day,” I promise.

Bombard smiles, “We’ll see…”

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The next day he returns. He beats the shit out of me. He gives me water at the end and feeds me a few bites of bread. Then he leaves again.

The day after he does the same thing again.

And the day after that.

It’s had to be a week.

“Just let me die,” I say.

After a week my mind is weak as ever. I haven’t been able to focus on anything. The food and drink he is giving me is just enough to keep me alive. He knows this. Bombard seems to have no sense of human sympathy. This is his ultimate payback. Every time he hits me, he asks me if I really had sex with Piece. He does this on purpose.

It’s day eight now, because I have counted each and every one of them. He’s wrapping his hands again today. He leans in. He lets me drink some water from a water bottle.

“Did you have sex with Piece?” he asks me.

That’s how it always begins. I’m used to it. He wants that extra sense of anger. He wants that motivation to beat the shit out of me every day. All it takes is me admitting that I slept with the man that he obsesses over for him to do it.

“Yes. I fucked the shit out of him.”

Bombard leans back and delivers a stiff arm right onto my chest. His muscles are flexing lately. I am realizing just how strong he is. My body is covered with wounds but the pain isn’t nearly what it was. I guess it’s true they say that what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. Because I never thought, I could take so much pain but lately I haven’t been screaming. Lately I respond to him in just a stare.

“I should kill you today. Your mind is weak. Clearly, you aren’t getting it. Clearly you don’t have what it takes…” Bombard states at that moment and then adds, “What do you think? You want to just end this today? You want to just die?”

“Yes. I am,” I tell him.

I can barely talk at that moment.

“Good. Any last words?”

Bombard seems like he’s been wanting to hear that. I’m just thinking that maybe he’s right. Maybe my mind isn’t as strong. It’s been more than a week and I haven’t even jiggled a chain with my mind. I’m incapable of using psychokinesis. It isn’t getting any better. Sometimes when he leaves, I think it was just my imagination that I ever had the ability to move objects with my mind at all.

“Just a last question,” I say, “How’s Piece?”

I’ve been wondering it. I figure if I die today I want to know that he’s ok. Maybe Bombard will be compassionate enough to at least tell me he’s ok.

Bombard smiles, “He returned a week ago.”

“Is he ok? Has he…asked for me?” I ask.

Bombard nods, “Yeah. At first. That was before I started fucking his brains out every night. Long dicking him. He likes it. He doesn’t think about it anymore. Hell. Last night. He just said that he was falling in love with me. And you know what? I said it back…”

My heart shatters at that moment. All the physical pain doesn’t hurt like it does at that moment. At this moment, my entire world is crushed.

Piece has been fucking Bombard…

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