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Lost in Caves. Intro
Characters:
Eric (JungleBoy, LionCub) - young gladiator
Mr.Banks - owners of gladiator arena, Eric's master.
George Banks - his son
Nahom - domestic slave of Andre's family and Eric's lover
Victoria Andre - older daughter of mr.Andre
Sophie Andre - younger daughter of mr.Andre
Davy - boy from not rich family, Eric's fan.
Nimus - rich boy
Judge Robertson - city's judge
and other characters which you know and which will be introduce for the first time in the course of the story.
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"Boooring. So boring!" Nimus said throwing stones at the wall. They flew off with a loud bang and the sound echoed under the arches of the cave. "This whole trip is a complete bore." Nothing interesting. This guy with us is just as boring. He even got us in here and then left us all alone and we're forced to hang around in this wretched place." "He promised he would be back soon," Victoria said. Nimus glanced at her. The girl was about his age with funny hair tails on the sides of her head, but she was quite cute. He approached her and said, "Really? And where is he? They promised we'd see a beautiful realm of the underworld and have unforgettable impressions. But you and I are seeing nothing." Nimus winked at the girl. "I'm sure you as well don't want to just sit here."
"And what should we do in your opinion?" Victoria looked at him inquiringly.
"We should continue to move through the caves on our own, without waiting for that old schmuck." Nimus puffed his chest out proudly. "We're able to follow this route on our own. There's nothing complicated. Even those kids can." Nimus pointed to a group of younger boys and girls. They sat in a group around an old slave who read a book to them aloud. Nimus winked at Victoria and held out his hand to her.
"Come on. You're tired of sitting here too. Come on!" he said. The girl answered him with a slight smile.
"It can be dangerous," she said flirtatiously.
"I spit on dangers!" Nimus replied strongly.
"Hey, leave her alone!" Davy said forcefully, approaching them. "Don't give her a hard time. We have to wait here for the teacher to return."
"Look who's here with us," Nimus grinned as he glanced at Davy and his modest clothes. "Boy, I heard you say, 'I dream to be a gladiator some day'. Gladiators are slaves, idiot! Do you dream to be a slave?" Nimus brought his face close to Davy and grunted caustically, poking his finger into the boy's chest. "Judging by your appearance, you are not so far from the position of a slave. So soon you can really be in a cage and be let out to entertain children on the orders of your master, like that pathetic Lion Cub."
Davy's fists clenched and he moved toward Nimus.
"Don't you dare to insult Lion Cub, reptile!" he said.
"And what will you do, poor trash?" Nimus looked at him with disdain. The boys stood chest to chest. Nimus was taller, but Davy was very well built for his age with an athletic body. Both were ready to fight.
"Boys, stop," Victoria said looking at them. She took Davy's hand and pulled him aside. "Were you going to fight Nimus Robard, stupid?" she whispered when they stepped aside a little. "Even if you beat him, his father will sue you. Are you sure your parents have enough money for this?"
"I... I just wanted to keep him from bothering you," Davy answered quietly looking at the ground.
"Oh," Victoria answered him. "Listen I don't need your protection." She turned around and left the boy alone.
At that moment Nimus stood on a rock and shouted loudly so that all the children in the cave would hear him.
"I'm going to go deeper into the caves. And I don't intend to wait for anyone. Who is with me? Let's go."
There were a lot of approving voices, and many children approached him. They all wanted to go further in the exploration without waiting for the teacher. Victoria looked at Nimus, who, inspired by the attention of the other children, continued to talk about how and where they should go next. When the boy caught her eye he winked at her again. Victoria smiled at him.
"Are you going to go with that boy, Vic?" Young Sophie went to her older sister.
"Well... maybe," Victoria answered her still looking at Nimus. He is brave."
"But I think he's really an asshole," Sophie objected. "He said nasty things about Lion Cub and insulted the other boy."
"You understand nothing," Victoria replied to her.
Meanwhile Nimus gathered almost all the children in the cave to himself. He jumped off the stone but before going on his quest he approached Victoria and Sophie.
"Your little sister?" Nimus asked, nodding at Sophie. "Come on. I'll show you both the underground wonders." He stretched out his hand to the little girl, but she backed up a step and frowned. Nimus raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"Don't pay any attention to her, she's so young," Victoria said and took Nimus' outstretched hand. "Let's go," she said and turned to Sophie. "If you are with us, sister, catch up with us."
They headed towards a narrow passage that was supposed to lead to a nearby underground gallery.
The rest of the children followed in a line behind them. Sophie sighed deeply, but still followed. Then she saw Davy walking up to her.
The boy, with pain in his eyes, looked at the receding Victoria and Nimus.
"Hey," Sophie said and then asked, "Aren't you going to wait for the teacher too?"
The boy looked at the younger girl.
"I really should, but that idiot Nimus will lead Victoria and the rest of the children into some kind of danger. I have to be there in case I can help out in some way."
Sophie smiled happily at him.
"You're Davy, aren't you? I saw you at Lion Cub's show," the girl said and after the boy nodded she added, "May I hold your hand?"
Davy patted her on the head.
"Of course," he replied and they joined a number of children going in search of their adventures.
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For the 75th anniversary of the foundation of the earth colony and the founding of the city of Neo-Ravenne, Mayor Shell had organized a competition among all the schools in the city to celebrate this event and to find among the youth strong ideas for a promotional campaign. Promoting tourism, boosting the city and highlighting natural and historical assets; these were the focus for this future advertising campaign.
At the end of the school year the contest was held.
The jury had nominated the winners of the various events and contests.
For the best prose describing the city Sophie Andre received first prize. Her older sister, Victoria, had also won her own prize in another discipline. Nahom wept for joy.
Davy had won the city's first marathon race with an impressive lead. This race was to be organized every year on the anniversary date of the city and would be the first step of the future annual festival. The race circuit passed by the most characteristic monuments and places of Neo-Ravenne.
Nimus, the son of the wealthy merchant Robard, had managed to sell the most raffle tickets to raise funds for the beautification of the parks.
And all these firsts in their fields, to reward them for their efforts, had been offered an educational and tourist trip to the most attractive places in the immediate vicinity of the city.
Fifteen winners of all ages and of all classes from kindergarten to high school went with a teacher to guide them and answer their questions. Two slaves followed carrying luggage, tents and other supplies.
After visiting a forest with millenia trees and a rocky cirque with its tricky echoes, the group next visited a series of caves, at least those closest to the entrance. One of these caves was known for its great beauty, its amazing acoustics and plays of light obtained thanks to quartz embedded in the walls and the reflections of an underground river.
The region was at the beginning of a bad season of heavy rains. The sun shone when the group entered the troglodyte complex, but the teacher very quickly started to worry when the river began to rise and the current became more violent. He asked his group of young people to wait for him in this room while he went quickly to see what was going on outside. He promised to be back soon to lead them to the famous cave which was located further along in the complex.
After that the events took a different turn and under the direction, or rather the incitement, of Nimus, most of the children left this cave and independently went in search of new caves and new impressions.
A round hole that they had to pass through by crouching led to another room. At this bottleneck four boys did not dare to go further. It was necessary to enter the water up to the calves and the passage was really narrow.
The others crossed this obstacle to enter a room even larger and more beautiful than the previous one. They went up on a promontory overlooking the entrance which was shaped like a giant funnel. They had great fun illuminating the quartz with their flashlights to create a rainbow of light. The sound of rumbling water surprised them. And before they understood what was happening, a wave swept over the rocky bed of the river. The bottleneck they had passed through was flooded in an instant and a small lake was formed immediately. The water, arriving faster than it flowed into the other cave, began to rise. Panicked, the group went further, looking for a dry, high place. Going from one passage to another between the stalagmites and the stalactites, they were quickly trapped by the water in a dead-end recess. They were lost, without food, without means of communication.
Water was not a problem. There was plenty of that. But they only had light for a few hours and Davy was worried about the available oxygen and its renewal. It was decided to save the light to make it last as long as possible and to lie down and not move about, to save air.
The violent thunderstorm responsible for this underground flood was worthy to be named a cyclone. The bad weather lasted three days, causing significant damage in the city and surrounding areas. Although this incident was reported from the first evening by the teacher and the four young people who had not crossed the neck, the rescue operation did not really begin until the end of the bad weather.
For days the city authorities, the volunteer citizens and their requisitioned slaves worked hard to try to dig a passage in the rock. It was a type of granite among the hardest known and was hardly scratched by the blows of picks or more modern instruments. This whole chain of mountains was a brain teaser for the mineralogists: the karstic reliefs mixing with the granitic rocks in very complex ways. Moreover the use of explosives was considered dangerous in this closed environment, also filled with more friable rocks such as stalactites. The very structure of the ceiling being unknown, a collapse was possible.
There was a thought to send a diver on the other side of the neck, but the force of the water at this place with its swift current made this action impossible.
The rescuers worked day and night for three days to dig a passage. Alas, the first hole leading to the cave on the other side, after drilling more that 4 meters, saw a geyser of water burst forth. It was calculated quickly from the flow that the next cave was also almost filled with water: several thousand cubic meters. And the experts knew that other caves would also be flooded.
Another external entrance was sought in the immediate vicinity and then further away from the known entrance. These efforts were in vain despite all the goodwill.
Without any hope of being able to enter further, rescue operations were abandoned. There simply was too much risk for the rescuers and little hope of finding the young people alive.
Only one person did not give up: Lion Cub!
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It was long past midday and the heat began to subside, but it was still far from sunset. George stood leaning on the doorjamb and lazily contemplated the hotel grounds when in the distance a rickshaw cart with its two customers for the day appeared. "It seems they must have covered a great distance today, but the teen is still running very fast,” George said gloomily looking at the cart pulled by Eric.
"Yep. He looks very energetic. " Bart, who was sitting next to him on the steps studying his fingernails, switched his attention to Eric. "He is certainly a tough boy, but even he would look tired after a day of running around in the heat. I wonder what they did all day ... ".
"We'll find out right now. Get off your butt, " George said and headed towards the wagon. Bart got up reluctantly and moved after him. Just a couple of hours ago, he and George had a very hearty meal and then a half hour ago some dishes loaded with sweet desserts. He wanted now only to relax in the shade or even take a nap, but he couldn’t ignore George's desire. In addition, finding out what the slave had done all day would be very interesting. In any case, it didn’t bode well for Eric.
Recently Bart had noticed that he liked to see this proud, attractive teen with his magnificent muscles humiliated or even punished. When George ridiculed or punished him, and the teen, who actually was able to knock out a guy like George with one blow of his fist, obediently endured it all. Bart often was nearby and he liked it more and more; he even began to take part in the action, giving George some advice. This experience made him feel almost as if he owned the teen and could decide his fate. Then his cock would harden in his pants.
The Miller couple had gotten out of the cart when George and Bart approached them.
"Welcome back. I hope you enjoyed your trip,” George said with a big smile.
"Oh, yes, thank you very much. We had a wonderful time, " Stanley Miller replied.
"Yes, nature is magnificent," George said and then asked. "How did you like your rickshaw boy?"
"Eric?" Stanley asked.
"He was the most wonderful part of today’s trip," Martha said and stroked the teen's arm. Stanley patted his blonde hair. Eric answered them with a sunny smile.
"Thank you, Grandma and Grandpa," he said kindly.
George's face twisted at this moment into a disgusted frown. He managed to pull himself together and squeezed his face into a smile.
"It looks like he was a good kid and you didn’t need the use of a whip," he said.
Stanley looked at him sternly.
“We didn’t need it.” Stanley replied dryly.
"Eric is a very good and kind teen, there should not be any whip for him," Martha exclaimed.
Inside, George was angry, but he was still trying to hide this behind a smile for his clients.
"I suppose you had a good time all together." He asked Martha, "What have you been doing?"
"Yes, we had a lot of fun." Martha said.
"My wife and I are very happy with this trip and Eric as well. He's a good and obedient teen. We were pleased with him, " Stanley added. He put his hand on Eric's shoulder and winked at the teen.
“I was pleased with you as well, granpa,” the teen answered copying Stanley’s words.
George’s eyes filled with malice.
Martha hugged Eric very gently and thanked him.
“Be careful, Madam. The slave’s dirt and sweat will soil your clothing,” George said with exasperation.
“Oh, no worries. He’s a precious boy and his sweat is from working hard to serve us,”Martha answered.
“ As you wish, Madam,” George hissed with poorly concealed contempt and then added: “If everything has satisfied you, I would like to thank you and say goodbye. The boy’s work day hasn’t finished yet.”
Stanley looked at his wife and said, “May I ask you at least that the teen help us to our room? My wife hurt her leg today. Isn’t that true, darling? You hurt your leg and would like this slave to escort you to our room. Correct?”
Martha looked at him for a few seconds in bewilderment, then she understood.
“Yes, yes, Mister. The boy would be very useful to me.”
George narrowed his eyes and looked at Stanley with an obvious sneer.
“We always are concerned about our guests. I’ll let the slave escort you to the hotel door, after that the staff will help you better.”
As the Millers went to pick up their belongings from the cart George approached Eric and ran his hands over the teen’s back and buttocks. “I see that Precious has not been whipped today. We’ll soon take care of that problem,” he whispered in Eric’s ear.
"What the fuck! People in our time have completely ceased to perceive slaves as slaves. What did they do there? Gratify the boy? Feed him? Stroke his hair? Told him tales? Ugh! Fucking oldtimers," George spoke in indignation, watching as the couple, accompanied by Eric, were leaving the yard. "Do they think the boy is their grandson? What did he call them? Grandmother and grandfather? Stupid boy! They are trying to play some stupid game. "
"It's not very good for him," Bart added. "I mean, he's a gladiator and such touchy-feely can only hurt him. I mean as a warrior."
"Damn it, Bart, you're right!" George exclaimed. He looked at his friend and grinned. "My duty is to return him to a tough environment again. He must work until sunset as if he drove the cart all day instead of swimming and eating. But what work can it be... "George scratched his chin in thought.
"It should be some kind of hard work for him, the kind of work that machines or animals usually do," Bart suggested to his friend.
"I know that, but what kind of work…, to turn a stone wheel like a mule or ..." George thought about it.
"I know!" Bart interrupted him. "Do you remember the abandoned rides in the old crafts village, where they showed how our ancestors lived. We went there when we were children. Then the park was ruined or something like that. But it does not matter. There’s a mill there with heavy millstones. There was some kind of attraction, like how many men could move those millstones and get them rolling."
"Yes, dude, I remember that," George spoke with excitement. "Our teacher, that freaking Mr. Pierce, couldn’t move those stones. Exactly! That’s what we need! "
Meanwhile, Eric assisted the elderly couple to the hotel entrance.
"It was the most wonderful day, thank you very much," the teen said.
"You're a real ray of sunshine, darling." Martha said. She kissed Eric on his cheek and wiped away the tear that appeared in the corner of her eye.
Stanley put his hand on the teen's shoulder.
“I think you deserve more than such a life as this, as a slave. I’m going to talk with your owner. Maybe he’ll agree to sell you to us. But I wouldn’t want to see you as a slave, and I’ll give you freedom.”
Freedom! The word slipped through Eric’s mind like lightning and his heart beat faster. But then he realized that it was foolish to dream about it. He only sadly smiled at Stanley.
“I don’t think Mr. Banks will sell me. I hear he gets a lot of such offers.” Looking at the Miller’s frustrated faces he added, “You remember, I said I like being a gladiator and fighting in the arena. So this is the life for me.”
Stanley said, “Take care of yourself, grandson. And be strong.”
Eric nodded.
“We’ll see you during our next visit here, I promise,” Martha said and the elderly couple retired.
***
George stood with his hands on his hips, waiting for Eric's return.
"Faster! Get over here!" he shouted when the teen showed up.
Eric approached George and Bart.
"Get the cart. We’re taking a trip to a special place, " George ordered. He and Bart sat on the seat, Eric took hold of the railings and the rickshaw moved on.
Soon they got out of the city and the road went through the countryside. Eric ran lightly, his bare feet left marks in the road dust. Periodically George hurried the teen and Eric had to run faster, but it was not too tiring for him. He was already used to pulling the rickshaw behind him.
After some time, George directed him to turn off the road and the cart drove through a series of houses already overgrown with grass and trees. Once it was an amusement park for school children; today it looked like an abandoned village, whose inhabitants had left a long time ago. At George’s order, Eric stopped at a building resembling a mill. The guys went inside and looked around. Two huge round slabs in the corner were millstones. One of them lay on the ground, the second stood vertically. A long wooden beam was attached. Apparently if several people pushed this beam, the wheel would start turning and grinding the flour.
"That's so cool!" Bart exclaimed.
"Come here boy!" George shouted while looking at the millstone.
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Intro.
Nikolay Snegov stood in his office and looked at the downtown street packed with the dense morning traffic. He was in a good mood and whistled a popular tune under his breath. Today he would have a meeting which he had been waiting for a long time. Then almost a month ago quite unexpectedly for him things took a new direction. In the wrestling match his henchman was supposed to defeat his teen opponent. Then Nikolay would easily get his own new "puppy" and use him for his subsequent gambles without any problem. But that teen won the match.
It seemed that Nikolay's plan was ruined, but really he would see a better turn of events. He knew that the public always loves winners, especially one like that teen. Nikolay knew that when the spectators loved someone they really enjoyed not his winning, but much more his falling, his beating and abuse. This would work much better with a fan favorite than with just any boy from the street. So he congratulated the kid and paid his prize winnings completely, deciding to play on his trust.
However the main objective was to get him to return as quickly as possible. Nikolay began a number of steps to have the boy lose his prize money as soon as possible and for his financial problems to bring him here to his office.
However Nikolay expected the call from the boy a couple of weeks ago. But there wasn't any call. It was obvious that he was trying to manage by himself. Nikolay tried to wait but he also forced some events to happen that would add some problems to the boy's life. Finally, yesterday he got the long-awaited call with a request for a meeting. And now, smiling to himself, Nikolay stood in anticipation of his visit.
There was a knock at the door.
"Boss, some teen boy wants to see you," the guard said.
"Let him come in!" Nikolay said and turned away from the window. "Hiro Katori-kun, welcome! Nikolay smiled broadly as he greeted the newcomer.
"Uh... it's wrong to say..." the visitor replied. He was a teenager who looked like a high school student. He had clear eyes of ultramarine color, dark hair and skin with a deep natural tan. His face was manly, but at the same time cute and boyish. He was dressed in a light yellow tank top with an almost worn out pattern, which hung loosely on his well-built muscular torso. The ripped faded jeans settled on his lean thighs, and on his feet were worn red sneakers.
He looked like a European mixed with Asian features that added refinement and beauty to his striking face.
"What is wrong?" Nikolay asked.
"You used the suffix 'kun' wrong..." the boy started but then waved his hand. "Ah, well, forget it."
Nikolay didn't take his eyes off him. He paused for some time during which the boy in some embarrassment shifted from one foot to the other not daring to get down to business. Nikolay smiled.
"Sit down, please," he pointed to the chair. "You wanted to meet with me, Hiro. I'm listening," he said when the boy sat down.
"I need money, I'm ready to fight in the ring," Hiro said looking at the floor. Nikolay kept silent some time watching the boy, then asked,
"What happened to that prize money? There was a decent amount. You and your siblings should have had enough for half a year."
"There were some problems," Hiro muttered, not taking his eyes off his sneakers.
Nikolay restrained from laughing as he watched the boy's embarrassment and remembered his undertakings to make sure Hiro had to part with the prize money.
"And now you want me to organize a fight for you so that you can earn some money, is that it?" he asked.
"Yes, but..." Hiro raised his head and looked directly at Nikolay. "But it should be an honest fight, without any perverts who want to rip my clothes off me, paw, lick me and do all sorts of crap. And without crazy spectators! Just me against the other guy, fist to fist."
"Hmm..." Nikolay paused with frustrated disappointment. "Unfortunately I don't organize just plain fights. You should look for that in the martial arts club or maybe in the underground club for fights without rules or at worst on the street. I do shows for thousands of fans all over the world, fans who can pay for my special shows."
Nikolay stood up and put his hand on Hiro's shoulder.
"So there's nothing I can do to help you, my dear."
The cheekbones of the boy's jaw tensed as he stood up. It was obvious that he had postponed this visit to Nikolay to the last. And if he still had come here, then he must have had no other choice. He was ready to enter the ring, fight in bloody bouts, perhaps even against older and much larger opponents. But to take part in a humiliating show like the one that he was in a month ago- that was too much for his fighter's honor.
Nikolay enjoyed very much watching this fight in the boy's soul. Finally Hiro squeezed out a "thank you" and headed for the door.
"You know, I had an idea for a project," Nikolay spoke when Hiro had already taken hold of the door handle. "I've put it off for a long time and now is not the most opportune moment to start it, but for your sake, in order to help your family, I'm ready to try to organize everything in the shortest possible time."
Hiro turned and Nikolay continued:
"The idea is about a show... It's more like a theatrical production where all involved play certain roles. But maybe you'll have to use your martial arts knowledge in it. Are you interested?"
It sounded good to Hiro. But the boy knew well that Nikolay had not told him even half the information about this show.
"What exactly do I need to do?" he asked.
"You know HeroBoy, don't you? Did you read those comics?" Nikolay answered the question with his question.
Oh yes, Hiro knew these comics very well. HeroBoy was the most favorite character of his childhood. He literally read those comics until the pages wore out.
HeroBoy had been an ordinary schoolboy named Jimmy who fell into a chain of accidents and became a victim of an experiment on his father's military base. He survived but received super abilities giving him great power, agility and endurance.
The world learned of a new hero, the street boy, Jimmy,who became the great HeroBoy and began to fight crime. But with his heroism he gained many different enemies: Mr. Techno, the twins Thunder and Lightning and of course the most evil and treacherous teen-villain, Adrenaline.
Hiro smiled reminiscing about all these stories and the adventures of HeroBoy. It was really great. During his childhood he dreamed of being like HeroBoy, protecting people and fighting injustice. Even now, more grown up, about the same age as this comic book hero and realizing that the real world is much more complicated than childhood fantasies, he tried to stick to a code of honor like HeroBoy's. He tried to never be tolerant of injustice and always to help others.
"Of course I know him," he replied to Nikolay. "He's my favorite character."
"Cool!" Nikolay exclaimed. He spread his hands to his sides and his face lit up with a dreamy smile. "Imagine the scene. Evildoers have kidnapped the scientist's daughter to force him to invent a new deadly weapon. You are HeroBoy and you need to save the poor little one. You duel with the villains. It isn't easy. Your enemies are strong but after going through many dangers you save the innocent child from the clutches of bloodthirsty monsters."
Hiro raised his eyebrows.
"Will I be HeroBoy?" he asked in surprise with a slight smile.
"I knew you would like the idea," Nikolay winked at him.
"Well, yes, it sounds great," Hiro responded enthusiastically. "Do I need to show my skills in the martial arts to stage those fights?"
"Well..." Nikolay said. "There's no time for rehearsal and staging. The other guys are also familiar with... the fighting. So you'll figure out what to do: who, when and how to attack. For the youngest martial arts champion it's not a problem, right? Fist to fist, as you said. You know the comics character, so you know what HeroBoy would do and say. So I'll be looking for you in a couple of days, Hiro." The boy stood up feeling some indecision as he thought over Nikolay's proposal.
"Oh I almost forgot," Nikolay exclaimed. He went to the closet in the corner of the room and pulled out a pile of banknotes and pushed it into Hiro's hand. "This is a deposit for the show. If everything goes well, you'll get twice as much."
Hiro looked at the money. It was a good amount. He had some doubt of course, but that money...
"I guess it will help to solve your problem?" Nikolay asked.
"Yep. I'll be able to pay the juvenile inspector from the orphanage today and he'll leave us alone for a long time. Thank you," Hiro said. He had made a decision.
"For you, baby I'd even get a star from the sky," Nikolay smiled warmly and patted Hiro's head. "Go and prepare for the most important role of your life. See you in the show," he said and led the boy to the door.
***
They stood in a row; six guys, different ages, all young, about 20 or so, athletic builds. Their faces were hard and tough. It was clear that they had had to use their fists many times. Most of them (if not all) likely had a criminal past. Nikolay walked along this row studying the guys intently. He stood next to the youngest of them. Despite his age he looked tougher than the others. He was tall and muscular with scratches on his fists. With a disdainful expression on his face he looked straight at Nikolay.
"What's your name?" Nikolay jabbed a finger at the guy.
"Teo," the guy answered.
"Do you like to fight?" Nikolay asked.
"I like to beat the other guy," Teo grinned.
"Ok, all of you, except Teo, will be henchmen in my show. Your task is very simple. You'll have one enemy. You'll have to cut it down and beat it hard without any pity. If you do all this well, you'll get an extra money bonus. I'll tell you the details later. Questions?"
"Will we have to beat him?" one of the guys asked as he pointed to Teo.
"No." Nikolay burst out laughing. He measured Teo with a glance and added: "The other teen will be younger, shorter and more likable."
The guys grinned.
"Yes but he's very good in martial arts, so do not underestimate him," Nikolay said.
"Speaking of Teo, he'll be your boss on the show and you will follow his orders. Is everyone clear about that?"
The guys nodded.
"Good. Everyone is free, except for Teo."
"Have you ever participated in school theater?" Nikolay asked the boy when the others left.
"Wha?" the guy stared at Nikolay in amazement. "I'm not some kind of faggot, man!"
"Yes, of course." Nikolay grunted. "Did you read the comics about HeroBoy?"
"I'm not a nerd!" Teo responded with a challenge.
"Hmm. It will be a bit more complicated than I imagined." Nikolay rubbed his chin.
"You must study the material and take part in our show in the role..." Nikolay started, but the guy interrupted him.
"I said I'm not a fucking faggot. I'm not going to play, dance or sing in a fucking show!"
Nikolay pressed his lower lip and looked at him with demented sympathy.
"I understand; you are a different breed of cat." He paused. "Well... then..."
With all his strength Nikolay slapped Teo in the face and when the guy unexpectedly staggered and grabbed his cheek, he hit him in the right side just over the liver. The guy howled in pain and fell to his knees.
Nikolay grabbed his chin. The guards who were standing before in the shadows approached them, but the man stopped them with a gesture and told the guy quietly, "Then I can use you in a different way. I think I can get a good amount for your young body parts. They're not yet spoiled by drugs and alcohol. Heart, kidneys; what else do you have?" There was fear in the teen's eyes. He looked at Nikolay and realized that this man was not joking.
"So, Teo, either you play the part I wish, or you leave here in several plastic bags or boxes with red crosses on them."
"I... I'll do it," the guy grunted. Nikolay let him go and with a groan the young man rose to his feet.
"What do I need to do, sir?" he asked.
Nikolay smiled and gently patted him on the shoulder.
"That's another thing," he said. "Actually there's really nothing complicated. You are Adrenaline, the main enemy of HeroBoy. You just need to remember a few phrases that your character says and then you will do what you know best: hitting hard and cruelly and enjoying it. Sometimes I'll give you directions on the earpiece. You'll be the boss in the scene giving orders to those five guys who left us some time ago."
"Yes, sir. I can do it," the guy grinned.
Nikolay nodded. Then he told Teo to go out and he picked up his phone.
"Is the hall ready?" he asked. "The screens for the viewers. How many cameras? No, that's not enough. I want the action to be shot from all possible points. The viewers must not miss a single detail. Yes! Sounds better. Yes! Oh, it will be cool; they will love it."

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The Warrior. Chapter 2.
The previous Chapter: https://gonzzoart.tumblr.com/post/176370243104/the-young-celtic-warrior-the-new-series Support Owin and his story on Patreon. https://www.patreon.com/gonzzoart
Chapter 2. Rejected Offer.
After Owin left the dungeon, surprisingly he was treated better during the following days. He was still a prisoner, but was now kept in a fairly dry and warm room with a large bale of straw in the corner where he could sleep more comfortably. The teen was washed and dressed in new clothes. Owin also noted that his shirt and pants were made of a good, softer fabric. The Celts wore such clothes as these only for holidays. Owin was fed and given drink twice a day and for him this was just fabulous compared to his days in the dungeon. However, he did not lose his vigilance realizing he was still in the hands of his enemies. "What does the Baron want from me? Why didn't he let me die of hunger and thirst?" the teen constantly asked himself. The answer came a few days later when the guards came for him. They told the teen to put on his shirt and shoes and to follow them. Owin and the guards marched through the castle and stopped at a large oak door, through which he could hear the voices of many people. One of the guards opened the door and pushed the teen in.
Owin found himself in a spacious room with a fireplace and a large table in the middle. At the table sat the Baron and looked at the boy. Next to him his two sons and daughter. Owin remembered them very well. When he was chained at the post in the square all three gladly threw mud at him. The oldest was fat Kurt, the youngest and leanest was Knut and the ugly one with small pig eyes was Karla. All three looked at him with a mixture of disgust and boredom. Next to them was a knight from the Order of the Crusaders, whom Owin had seen on the battlefield, some men and women whom he didn't know and lastly a young pretty girl. "Welcome!" the Baron said, looking at the teen. He smiled broadly. The others kept displeased expressions on their faces. Only the unfamiliar girl smiled at him with some warmth. "You are my guest today, Owin," the Baron said. "Sit down with us, eat, drink." The teen looked at the man with disbelief. "Does he think that I'll sit at table with the murderer of my father and the one who is responsible for the deaths of almost all my family?" Owin thought at that moment and his fists clenched. "As I said, you are my guest. No one will hurt you here. I'll take care of you," the Baron said. "Just like you took care of my father?" Owin answered emphatically. At the table everyone was silent, looking at the teen. "Look what a brazen kid he is!" the knight who sat next to the Baron exclaimed. "Sir Brown, you must understand our guest. He is saddened by the loss of his family," the Baron told the knight and then turned again to Owin. "Oh, my boy, you do not know the whole story. I just negotiated with your father, but something literally settled into him. He drew his knife and tried to attack me. I'm sure it was just in a fit of feelings and your father was a noble person who wouldn't really hurt me, but my guard reacted too quickly. Before I could do anything, my crossbowman had already shot him with an arrow." "You're lying!" Owin exclaimed looking at the Baron with hatred. "Daddy, why don't you order the guts cut out of that skunk right now?" Kurt said while his siblings giggled. But the Baron threw an angry glance at his son. "Shut up Kurt. Don't you dare to interfere." Then he continued the conversation with Owin. "I was very saddened by what happened, my boy." "You killed our people." Owin said stubbornly. "Do you expect me to believe you?" "Your father's death was a tragedy, no doubt. But worse, it led to even more tragedy." The Baron continued his story. "Your uncle did not want to discuss this situation with me, but gathered all your tribes and went to war. What could I do? I just defended myself." The Baron spread his hands. Owin looked straight at him, his fists still clenched. "And more," Baron added, "I'm very upset with how you were treated after the battle. I was not in the castle then, but when I returned, I immediately gave the order to treat you as befits a prisoner of high blood. After all, you're the last from your tribal leader's family. In the end I saved you on the battlefield. Do you remember? And now I invite you to the table together with my whole family and my close friends." He moved his hands to the side indicating those sitting at the table. "You can continue to hate me, but please, just admit the thought that everything could be the way I said." Owin stood without stirring. He absolutely didn't believe the Baron. But what should he do in such a situation, he did not know so surely. The Baron regarded his silence as doubt and continued. "Now your tribe, I believe mostly women, hide somewhere in the woods. They suffer and endanger themselves. Maybe there are members of your family out there. I want to share bread with you and some of my thoughts about a much better future for you and your people." Owin instantly thought of his mother and sister. "God, can they be there? Are they alive?" the boy thought. "If the Baron talks about them they are probably still alive. There's still a hope to see them someday." The Baron noted an expression of concern that flashed across Owin's face. He realized that he had hit the target when he mentioned the boy's relatives, and he smiled. "Maybe your mother is there!" he said carefully studying the teen's face and realized that his guess was correct. "And surely some others. Besides them there are a lot of old people and children. You are responsible for them, Owin." The teen considered that this was really true. Perhaps it was the only truth in what was said today. He was now in charge of his family and his tribe. Owin closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Then he looked at the Baron and said, "Alright, I'm ready to talk to you." With that he went to the table, sat down and immediately said, "I'm listening."
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