Name: Mai Lynn

Title: A God’s Toy

Started: July 23, 2005

Finished:

Revised: October 18, 2006

Mmmkay! Mai Lynn here, hidy thar! I had gone to a convention in April of 2006, where a few people beta'd my story. I got some very good feedback and thsu! Just am now revising my writings and hoping to make this story a much better experience for those who are currently reading.

Thomas is finally letting me write him again. He's been such a tricky bastard...

Warnings: A God’s Toy will contain violent images, incest, swearing like there’s no tomorrow, sexual implications, sex, rape, molestation, sickening images, as well as my own perverted fantasies. Fu fu fu. So ye have been warned!

Chapter One: Sarcastic Spiders-----------------------------

It was dark, very dark. The typical darkness that swallowed everything in sight to create a large void full of nothing. Where it left a sense of foreboding, a sense that one could never escape from. Was there a tree here? There? A hole in front, back, to the right, to the left? Where was everything? It was a confusing, beckoning darkness that lured those towards demonic endings better left alone rather than to be imagined.

He was fine with that.

Truthfully, he was a little less fine with that fact, but what could he do about it? Nothing. Thus, the poor boy had to deal with it. Swallowing the lump in his throat, Thomas Eric Rivers tightened the hold he had on his small hand gun. It was black, just like his clothing and unlike his features.

His unruly brown and red hair hung close to his features, thanks to the sweat and cobwebs that seemed to cover his body entirely. His shaking grey eyes darted about, trying to figure out his surroundings. The lithe teenager was crouched behind a tree (‘I think it’s a tree…’ he thought vaguely) and was breathing with much exertion. He had just finished running for his life from a large, radioactive psycho spider.

‘Now I’m hiding like a rat…’ he griped in his head, taking a moment to close his eyes and regain his wits. Inhaling shakily, Thomas knew that this game of spider-and-scared-half-to-death-human was going to end bloody. If he didn't focus, he could end up with an injury that he wouldn't be able to survive. He had to remain calm, he had to remain… What was it again? Frowning, Thomas found that he couldn’t remember all of his training; which was bad. Very bad.

Suddenly, a piercing noise interrupted his thoughts and flooded the entire area. Thomas flinched, eyes wide and body completely tense. That noise only meant one thing; death with eight legs.

‘Shit, shit!’ Quickly getting to his feet, Thomas turned from the tree and began running blindly. Armed only with his small handgun, the teenager’s clothing at least gave him protection by allowing him to blend with the shadows. Stumbling around, the tired teenager frowned as a sudden thought occurred to him.

'Wait. It's pitch black. I can't even see my skin, let alone anything around me. Why the hell am I wearing black if that damned spider can't see me anyway?!' lost in his mental griping, the teen jerked as his foot collided with something solid. Tripping over the unseen root, Thomas stumbled across the forest floor before cracking his head against a tree. Barely feeling the pain, he continued to run as fast as he could. Thomas flinched as he felt the usual sensation of warm blood trickling down his head; as well as the usual small memory replay.

‘You disgusting little bastard! Shut up or I swear I’ll rip you to pieces!’ The cruel voice screamed at him as he felt his head bash into the wall over and over, the blood trickling down his head.’

Flinching again as the memory faded away, Thomas tripped over another root just as he felt something brush against his arm. Something big. Something hairy. Something that was probably very pissed.

He could feel the sudden movement of the spider leaning near him as it gave another piercing scream that made Thomas' ears ring in pain.

“Waugh!” Thomas cried out in surprise, whipping to his right as he fired the gun repeatedly. The spider screamed in torment, lashing out at the human blindly. Thomas did his best in dodging the majority of them, but occasionally a thick, furry leg would strike him down. Thomas barely felt the pain; not because of adrenaline but because of his unnatural high tolerance of pain.

Thomas gasped for air as suddenly a heavy weight pressed onto his chest. Gritting his teeth, he shoved the gun in the area where hopefully the spider's head was and fired rapidly until the gun was empty. The spider wavered in the darkness before him, dripping the thick ooze that was its blood onto the teenager's body. Thomas glared at the creature, panting heavily as he waited for the pressure to finally lift and to hear the body fall to the ground.

‘Be dead, be dead, c’mon, just die already!’ He griped again, though this time out of exasperation. When the creature didn’t drop dead and instead remained standing upon shaky legs, one of those shaky legs on his chest, Thomas finally had it.

“Aw, c’mon!! This is the fuckin’ third time I shot your body full of bullets! Drop, dead!” Lashing out a foot, he kicked at the spider, hitting the massive creature in the abdomen. The spider gave an enraged roar and Thomas suddenly decided that kicking a giant mutant spider was not a brilliant idea.

“Shit!” he cursed as he felt the spider's leg lift off of him. The teenager barely had anytime to get up when suddenly the spider's face was close enough that he could touch it. Without thinking, Thomas held both of his arms in front of himself to block the impending doom as he closed his eyes tightly. Feeling a sharp pain pierce his arms, the teen slowly opened one eye. Gritting his teeth together, he groaned as he saw that both of his arms were tight in the spider’s fangs. Wincing, his body began to become numb. The poison was already starting to take effect.

Thomas heaved a sigh, “augh, shit… Gah… Demrys!”

“Yeeeeeeees?” a voice floated into his head.

“I’m done! Get this thing off of me! I don’t wanna get eaten, damnit!” There was a pause that Thomas didn't enjoy at all.

“But she’s so hungry...”

Thomas didn't reply, glaring to the spider above him, “y’know, I think you’d find a better feast with him than with me.” With the last word to the spider, he kicked at the bleeding abdomen. The creature gave a muffled scream, to which Thomas only kicked at it harder.

“Let go already! Geez,” Thomas was finding that it was getting difficult to move his body. The teenager came to a sinking realization; the spider was winning and he was losing. Sighing heavily, he closed his eyes.

“…Fine. Sir Demrys the Great and Powerful, please come to aid your pathetic little servant for he is in trouble and can only be saved by you and your almighty powers,” the monotone voice spoke above the creature’s grunts of pain. The forest around them stretched in silence as Thomas gave another sigh, only in aggravation.

“As well as,” he spoke through gritted teeth, “being one of the mosthandomandbeatufiulcreaturesalive- There I said it, now get it off me!!”

The voice laughed in his head and Thomas felt the spider disappearing off of him. With a groan, he let his bloody arms fall to his side as he waited for the poison to be extracted from his body.

“Not too badly done, Thomas,” a light cheerful voice spoke outside of his head. Opening his grey eyes, Thomas looked over to see a figure in an exquisite green robe. There seemed to be a glow emitting from the god, enabling Thomas to see him despite the thick darkness. Standing tall, the figure had dark green hair lined with gold that framed a pale face that certainly didn’t look as though it could belong to any ordinary human male.

The god’s golden eyes shone with mirth as Demrys looked down at Thomas, “so... How did it go?”

“Oh ha ha, you’re so funny,” he replied sarcastically. As a boy who had grown up without a sense of humor, Thomas had learned to gain one in the year living with the god of the forests. At least he liked to think so. According to his 'guardian', Thomas' sense of humor was about as thick as water... Whatever the hell that had meant. Thomas sighed, “just help me.”

“Hm. Why would I do that?” Demrys smirked, showing his sharp fangs as his yellow claws traced the fabric of his deep green robe. Thomas glared at him from his paralyzed position on the forest floor.

“Why wouldn’t you?” he replied coldly, not in the mood to put up with the god's childish antics. Thomas imagined that no one would if they had just been bitten by one of the biggest spiders they had seen. Demrys chuckled and waved his hand before turning to leave. Thomas frowned as he tried to move- it didn’t work!

“Hey!” he called out sharply, “I’m still paralyzed here!”

“Oh, it’ll wear off… In a few hours…” the laughter rang throughout the dark forest as light slowly began to filter past the large leaves. Thomas growled in the back of his throat, closing his eyes to the serene looking place. It was large; each tree trunk so thick that a man couldn’t fit his arms around it. The forest floor was littered with leaves and soil, a few ferns growing to the left and to the right. Sunlight filtered through the large leaves near the canopy that hung a good few meters from the ground.

And despite it all, Thomas wished direly for the forest to burn, “damnit, I hate him sometimes…” He tried once more to move his arms, frustrated when they remained at his side, useless.

"I fucking hate him."

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Mmkay, hopefully now it runs smoother and there's a bit more context than just the basics. Reviews telling me if the writing sucked or if it was great will greatly be appreciated! -smilesmile-