Hi guys, it has been awhile(understatement). I decided to halt the story because I felt that I wasn't doing the vision I have of it justice. I wanted to improve my writing skills to a point where I could manifest the world and characters as I see them my mind. Though I am still very far from doing that, I've decided to continue this story because I value your feedback and think I'll improve even faster with it. I've grown quite a bit over these months and think I'm ready to take it on again. And many thanks to you guys who keep motivating me to write again.
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H.
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Illuminated
Chapter 5: Truth and New Things
"Finally that's done." Minerva throws her silken garment on her throne as a pitch black leather garment in its place. She glances over at Apollon monitoring Arianna and the boy on Earth. "Apollon, what is happening? Has that idiot made him progress or not?"
"Well, my Queen. She has been teaching him some control and he seems powerful, Very powerful." Apollon replies his voice laced with lust for the latter phrase. "He learns quickly and he improves at an impressive rate. He has already caused a rippling in the astral plane."
"I did sense a minor disturbance, but thought it was my brother. The human is a non-issue. He is just bait for Mizan. Ah, my brother, I miss torturing him. Mizan has been growing strong, hasn't he?" She sits on her throne continuing, "Keeping that "Hall of Knowledge" illusion up was a little taxing. Are the images imprinted deep enough into both of their consciousnesses that they'll believe its authenticity? Did you record our little death scene at the end?"
Apollon steps away from the monitors and moves towards the throne. "Yes, your Highness. They are using their shared memories to revisit it and the recording is layered amongst the images so that if they wish, they could see us "die"." He smiles slyly. "That was an ingenious move."
"I know, Apollon, I know."
She rises and strides to two double doors to the left of the monitoring room, solid Xindu'in Fire Tree. Some of the strongest wood in the universe, but still breathtakingly beautiful, with its golden hues.
"I'm going to rest. Inform The Brutes that I want a full report on my brother and his activities by this afternoon."
She telekinetically opens the doors, enters and slams them shut again.
Apollon thought.< She's the most powerful telekinetic, but thankfully for me her telepathy has always been lacking. Probably because she can kill anyone who tries to attack that way instantly. >
Apollon leaves the monitoring room and heads towards the communications station. He passes several of the newly graduated solders in their gold and black armour. They all greet him politely, but with that tinge of fear that he loves. It always causes a little stirring in his loins.
He reaches the conference room and the door slides open. He systematically starts the communications devices and lets them run for a while. While he mentally isolates the chamber. Never know who might be eavesdropping. When satisfied he sets up a direct line to Xindu Prime. After a few seconds the return line is opened and before him sit the twins.
"Greetings Thea and to you as well Theon. Her majesty requests a report on Mizan's progress by this afternoon."
The twins motion towards someone off screen and nod to them.
"We shall send it to her." They reply in unison. Thea speaks again, "What are you doing about the human? He seems powerful. Even here our telepaths sensed him. The disturbance in the astral fabric was similar to what more adept and advanced telepaths and telekinetics create not as powerful of course, but still..."
"Minerva says it's nothing, but we all know how blind she can sometimes be. Remember the last battle when Mizan almost bested her?"
"We do, but she still defeated him and you should not speak that way about your Queen." Thea sternly responds and Theon adds, "She's still the most powerful telekinetic in this galaxy."
"I'm aware. I'm just saying that we should keep an eye on this boy." Apollon says with a glint in his eye.
"You are excited by him, Apollon?" Theo asks smirking.
"Yes, very excited. He seems like he could handle many things." Apollon says getting goose bumps as he allows sordid thoughts to surface in his mind.
"Yes, well, thank you. We will send the report later," Thea replies cutting his fantasy short.
"Good." Apollon states severing the link and shutting the communications systems down.
So what to do now?.... He mulls over what he could do for fun. Only one thing comes to mind. Time to find Qrico. That boy has the most beautiful buns he's ever had the pleasure of bedding.
"Qrico, please report to first officer Apollon's quarters." The ships intercom rings throughout the vessel.
After a few moments the relatively small 6'8" boy with blond neck-length curls enters his chambers. He barely looked eighteen, but was most probably twenty five thousand years old. His azure eyes light up when they see Apollon. His tight and toned muscles bulge expectantly.
"How do you want me, sir?" The boy asked nervously looking up at the 11 foot, indigo eyed god. He secretly loved the raunchy, rough and passion filled sessions. He revels in the aching of his anus after a good four hours of playing with the god.
"We do this differently tonight." Apollon says pulling the boy close to him. "Tonight you'll be on top and you had better ride me like there's no tomorrow." He spanks the boy hard on his pert buns with a nice meaty thwack and immediately grabs them squeezing sensually. Qrico moans loudly and shudders grabbing on to Apollon's muscular frame for stability.
He leads the boy to his huge free floating bed covered with impossibly soft golden sheets. Qrico smiles and drops to his knees...
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How can this be? How can a primitive ape be that powerful? Minerva wondered as she lay on her bed. She remembers that surge of power clearly and it surprised and worried her. That girl better not teach him how to fully control his abilities. When this is over I should kill him quickly before his strength increases.
She settles into a restless sleep only to be woken by The Brutes' report a few moments later. The messaging device blinks and chimes. She waves her hand and telekinetically activates it.
"Greetings, your majesty. You requested a report on Mizan's progress."
"Yes," she replies sharply.
"They have been hard at work, my queen. The planet has almost been completely restored. They will be able to settle there soon. It appears that he is ready to ascend to the throne. He has the complete support of his people. Their soldiers have been training more frequently as well. We are pleased to inform your highness that they have fallen for the trap and are leaving for Earth with most of the Icruxians. They should arrive in ten Earth weeks. Your brother's powers have also amplified and his confidence has grown. However he is still not as strong as you according to our sources. That is all, my Queen."
Minerva nods to them. The screen dims and goes offline.
"Fuck!" She screamed and lashes out at a nearby asteroid. The four mile wide rock explodes apart.
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"Is it the undefined integral of the tangent function cubed x minus three, sir?"
"Incorrect, Helion. Check your work again." Dr Muller responds. He cleans the board and proceeds to hand out homework assignments. This week's should be about Complex Mathematics.
It has been almost a week since the gymnastics thing with Miss G. I don't know how to feel about anything now. The week has been okay so far, but I'm just so unsure of things. Life is just trolling me lately. How am I supposed to figure skate? I mean I can at least stay upright on the ice, but doing those jumps and things seem way to sketchy. I sigh heavily. Hey, at least I'm a powerful ascended being, I try to cheer myself up, but can't help rolling my eyes simultaneously.
The bell rings for Biology and I rush to the room. Why? I have new entertainment, at least I can have a little fun. I like watching Thomas walk in. He's so cute. I just want to stare at him for a year, no blinking.
I sit down at my desk as he enters and he smiles at me. I don't even know if he's gay. Margot is following him, but I barely notice her as she waves at me. She pulls a face and hits me while sitting down.
"Hey, that hurt." I say while pouting.
"You look like a horny stalker," she whispers at me. I stick my tongue out at her.
Looking back toward the front and I find Thomas looking at me. This time he keeps eye contact.
"Helion, do you figure skate?" He asks suddenly with a curious expression.
"What uhm... How do you know-" I'm so confused right now.
"Oh, Sorry. I train with Madame Primus. She mentioned a Helion would be joining us this week. I was just wondering if it was you."
He blushes the cutest shade of pink, even around his ears. I never would have taken him for a figure skater, I thought. Then again, what would I know anyway. This does however increase the probability of him being gay... Yeah, yeah, stereotyping I know.
"Uhm, I had to stop gymnastics and I'm going to try it instead." I say smiling at him.
"Cool, then I'll see you on the ice tomorrow." He says grinning broadly.
"Definitely," I say smiling at him.
Maybe this won't be so bad, I think, as Miss Pavlova hands out last week's class tests. I got 89%, I sigh out loud from relief. Margot got 95%.
"Told you I'm a genius." She flips her hair over her shoulder.
I snort and roll my eyes.
The day rolls on by, nothing major happening except last period Physical Science with Mr S. Thomas is a hot kid, but Mr S is a MAN, as in man I wish he'd keep me after class and teach me some extra "things." I'm horny, okay. I haven't jerked off in two days and I'm a teenaged boy.
Finally the last period arrives. As we settle in our desk he smiles brightly at us. He just has this way of dazzling us so we shut up.
"Guess what guys?" He says strolling around in front of the class.
Someone mumbles about having a free period. We all giggle.
"Nope. I have a surprise for all of you." He sits on his desk causing his Levi's to tighten and bulge nicely.
I go into this haze focusing as his face. Things go muffled around me as I get lost his eyes. I hear the word "Quiz" and look around startled.
"Got a guess, Helion?" He says noticing my daze.
"Huh?" I blurt out stupidly. Oh lord, horny without game.
"What do you think it is?" He says crossing his arms.
"I don't know...Pop Quiz?"
He looks at me funny and smiles. He claps his hands together.
"We have a winner."
The class groans as we put our books away to prepare for the test. I got a few dirty looks like it was my fault. This is our first Pop quiz.
"The test will be about Electro-Chemistry." Mr S continues while handing out the sheets, "Now remember that exams are approaching. So I want you to start revising your work and this is my method of ensuring you at least try to study."
"Good luck" he looks at his watch. "You have half an hour."
We all begin to write and...the quiz was okay. It was multiple choice. I understood most of it but that one question, always that one near the end. Most people do finish early. Mr. S collects the tests and starts putting them through the marking machine. A few moments pass while we talk about our answers the upcoming weekend and teenaged things...
"Congratulations guys. Your class average is 65%. Well done. This deserves celebration. He pulls out a box from underneath his desk. Oreo Chocolates for everyone." He hands out the huge chocolates. A few girls squeal about diets, but they still take the bars.
The bell rings for the end of the day. As we head out he calls me to his desk. The class empties and he closes the door.
"How much do you think you scored?" He asks seriously.
"I don't know, sir. I thought I knew the work." I say sullenly.
"Good, because I would love the explanation as to why my 100% student doesn't know the work." He says smiling.
"What!? Really, sir?" I probably look like I'm high or something.
"Yes, You scored the highest in the class. I'm glad you're becoming like your old self again" He winks at me and that's my cue to go.
"This is awesome. Thanks sir." I say and bolt out.
He just stands there shaking his head at me.
My dad was waiting for me at the gate.
"Hey. Why are you so chipper? No, wait...It's Thursday...You're wearing those tight pants. Ah, you had Mr S today didn't you. That one we found the nude drawings of." He says wiggling his eyebrows.
"Dad, please." I whine embarrassed, "I got a 100% for a Pop quiz."
"Nice job son." He pats my shoulder, "How was school today?"
"It was one of the better days. No major derailments, " I reply yawning.
"That's good, son."
We head home and I fall on my bed and drift off to sleep...
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I woke up the following day with the sun shining wonderfully on my exposed ass, warming my plump buns nicely. I sigh and thrust my morning wood into my bed. I continue that rhythm, getting it nice and sticky. Lowering my hand to scoop up some liquid heaven, I smile and savour it before I roll over. My morning wood stands out like a miniature flagpole. I stroke and squeeze it and spread my precum all over my shaft, I've always been a leaker.
I moan slightly as I pump my cock thinking of Mr S and Thomas having their way with me...I keep this fantasy going for a few minutes and I feel my climax approaching. I up the level of my pumping so that I'm basically pounding my 6'5" cock. I bite my lower lip and pinch my left nipple. My muscles tighten and six squirts fly out of my glands narrowly missing my eyes and landing on my left eyebrow, cheek and upper lip. I exhale loudly, groaning as I revel in my post orgasm high. I lick my upper lip and smirk to myself.
Now I can start my day.
I put on the usual and head down to breakfast. Mom and Dad are already downstairs eating and as I enter I spot Dad grinning at me.
"Have a nice one, son?" He winks at me, grinning sheepishly. He always seems to know when I've had some fun. Something about a "glow" grandpa told him about, he told me when we had The Talk.
"Very nice" I reply, wiggling my eyebrows.
Mom just shakes her head at us. It's Dad's turn to make breakfast, so this should be interesting. He brings a plate with omelettes and bacon. What an improvement. It's usually just cereal and slightly burnt toast for Mom.
"Where's Pinkie?" Dad asks. A pet name for my sister that my dad came up with.
"She's gone already, something about a final practice before this afternoon's game." My mom says.
"Oh yeah, I remember now. Schools off today because of the Sports Day, right?" I ask.
"Yes, honey. Don't you pay attention to announcements? They do still do that right?" Mom asks looking slightly amused.
"Nope and yep" I reply grinning, "I'm gonna go back to sleep then."
"Wait, honey, you remember you're going to the ice-ring this afternoon?" Mom asks as I leave the kitchen.
"Of course I do." I yell back, running up the stairs.
On my bed again I lay down and try to sleep. A few minutes pass with no hint of slumber ever reaching me. I toss and turn some more and finally the idea of practising my powers pops up. I bounce off the bed and sit on the floor in the middle off my room.
"Bye, sweetie." I hear from downstairs as Mom and Dad leave.
I exhale and start by focusing on my breathing. After a few moments I start to sort through my thoughts and memories, searching for the one of the Hall of Knowledge. I find one and concentrate on it. I do this for a few minutes and slowly feel a pull. It almost feels as if the force is pulling me forward.
I let go and allow the force to do its thing. Suddenly it is gone. I open my eyes to see that I had made it into The Hall. I stand up and enjoy the warmth inside the room, a kind of filling warmth that makes you grin stupidly. My clothes are gone and I have that robe-thing on again.
I head over to the control console to select which power to train. The console rises from the centre of the room. It's about four feet high with, thankfully, some basic input specifications.
I enter telepathy and choose level one of twenty. Let's start slow, I smile to myself. The room changes to generic food court setting. It's filled with people talking and laughing loudly. I sit at an empty table looking around. I find my target, a twelve year old boy with mop of dark wavy hair and brown eyes. He's playing with another boy, it looks like his brother. They're running about playing at their table and I see the kick coming. It looks like shin shot. I focus like I did with Mr S. Isolating the thought of kicking and I gather enough strength to whisper in his mind.
"Stop." I whisper, but suddenly everyone's heads turn toward me. The simulation flickers and fades away...
I wake up back in the Hall and the console flashes the same message repeatedly:
"Please raise chosen power level. Simulation overload."
I check the registered power level and it says...
"Detected level: Sixteen! How's that possible?!"
"Do you wish to repeat the exercise at the appropriate level?" The computer asks.
"Fine. Do it." I say, not sure about what will happen.
Again the room changes, to a grass field this time. It's beautifully quiet and serene. But in the distance you can hear a thundering slowly become more overpowering. Suddenly you can hear the pounding of hooves and the shouting of men. On the horizon they appear, about a mile long stretch of fighters bearing down on me.
"What do I do? How many are there?" I ask to no one in particular.
"You must neutralize the threat without using physical methods and without injuring them in any way. They are one hundred and seventy thousand." The computer replies.
"This is so shitty..."
As they near I repeat my method, but this time I visualize that extend my consciousness towards them like tentacles, invading their minds. I continue with this until I have all of them in my control. I whisper "stop" again and like one man they all slow down, horses slow and the men stare into the distance blankly. I try and make them sit and lay their weapons down. I do manage it after a few attempts. I telekinetically tie them up. Everything goes black and I'm back in The Hall.
"Exercise complete. You scored 100% and your new level is seventeenths. You succeeded in causing no casualties. Telepathy power level is now at Advanced level. Practicing at lower levels is encouraged to improve control." The computer says and it shuts down the console.
I feel the force again and I'm back in my room on the floor.
"What were you doing inside?" Arianna asks from the door.
I almost jumped through my window. "Don't do that." I say angrily.
She giggles, "Come on tell me."
"Fine. I was practising my telepathy." I reply while cleaning some clutter from my desk.
"Cool. At what level are you now? Five, six."
"No, at seventeen." I reply.
"What?! That's so not fair. I'm only at twelve." She replies irritated and looking a little worried, "That means you're almost as strong as Apollon was in telepathy. He was probably the strongest telepath around. Level Twenty-two."
"Wow, really?"
"Yeah, but don't feel flattered. He broke the test eight times before they made one that could handle his raw power." She says, "You should get ready for your meeting with that figure skating coach."
"I probably should."
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We arrive at The Primus Sports Centre near the edge of the city. It's close to the wildlife reserve. Another piece of beautiful design and architecture. A large glass dome roof on top of what looks like four storeys. We park and enter the building. The foyer is filled with trophies and posters of people in the air and doing what looks like ballet steps. Some look older and others as young as me.
As we approach the reception desk a short blond woman intercepts us.
"Hi there, I'm Linda. Are you Mrs Solaris and is this Helion?" She asks brightly.
"Yes," Mom replies.
"Great, please follow me."
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I really am sorry for the long wait. Feel free to drop me an e-mail at any time. The action will start to happen soon, I promise.
Love,
H.