Episode 6

~RIKAS~

Miserable woman! She is getting under my nerves!

“Get out of here” She yelled again.

“I’m not leaving”

“I will kick you out myself” She stood up with rage in her eyes as she angrily attacked me. I timely dodged her punch and twisted her arms to her back, locking them together around her waist. She fiercely cast a dangerous glare but I was focused more on how her chest was rising and falling with every sound of her hard breathing. My words had hurt her as much as she deserved to be hurt for being a rude bitch who dared to call me a boy.

She was

a fierce woman, taller than most average women. But she had forgotten that I was a half-breed with

Martian blood running through my veins. I was obviously bigger than her and if we were to exchange blows like she would have wanted to, I would have wasted her life in seconds.

I had blood stains on my hands, and not as innocent as she’d thought. I was a trained vengeful and savage half-breed Warrior after all; the curse and the savior to Dystopia, like the prophecy had said.

“Sit Clara! Stop acting like a little girl!”

“I

want you out of here. Leave my cave!”

“I told you I am not leaving. I will screw you right now if you don’t put your ass down!” I increased the intensity of my grip on her hands to show her how serious I was. I watched her biting her bottom lips in pain before something came over me, and I stopped. She could hate you more for this!

She could have simply done as I said when I freed her hands but the stubborn woman slapped me hard on the face again. My cheeks stung and the memories of the untreated frost bites from when I was a boy, flashed into my mind. I could never hit a woman, and certainly not her because I was interested and drawn into her fiercely beautiful nature.

~SOFIA~

We had a small fight with Rikas. I was angry when I slapped him but then, I could not sleep in peace after what I did. Am I being too harsh on him? I wish he can stop his mission and quietly go back to the caves. He has no idea what life is, within these walls… We have to walk on eggshells whenever we go out. He is hot headed, and he will end up getting hurt like the way it happened in my dreams.

I brought out one of Rotip’s polar bear fur blankets and slowly moved my feet toward Rikas who was scratching his body as he kicked in his sleep. I watched his purple lips mumbling softly while I admired his

glowing skin. I could still see the clear differences between him and Rotip though. Clara told me that Rotip took after his beautiful Martian mother who had died after giving birth to Mercedes and him and the stories of her beauty use to inspire them to bathe in mud when they were young. They’d roll and twist in mud for as long as they can, just to achieve great skin like the elders use to say.

I thought deeper for a while before I snapped out and motioned my hands to cover him with the fur blanket but my feet made the wrong move. My leg twisted to the other side as I tripped on a small rock and fell down on Rikas, smashing my ribs against his well built torso.

Holy Mother!

He fiercely groaned before he opened his eyes and spontaneously flipped his body over me, thinking he was under attack! “Who!” He uttered before taking a mental notice of the situation. “Thalia?

No… Clara…What are you doing under me?”

I felt the sensation of his palpitating chest falling hard on me as the heat of the fire intensified and began to radiate from his warmed up body. For a moment, I felt a lump passed through my throat when he called me with another Woman’s name. I wanted to kick him and escape, but a small part of me wanted to linger more under his warm skin.

“You are the one on me”

I reminded him.

“What were you doing?” He asked again.

“I tripped. I was only trying to cover you with the blanket” I confessed nervously. I didn’t know why I was that nervous.

Next, he motioned his hand and roughly grabbed my wrist, stretching out my arms as he intensified the grip and then pinned my wrist on the sleeping mat. He did it very fast while I stared at his beautiful green eyes which reminded me of Rotip. Something on his face made me wanted to just keep looking at him for a long time.

Dim Light from the burning fire engulfed the whole cave as it displayed our black shadows on the rocky walls. We curiously gazed at each other and I could hear his breathing ceasing and panting as if running out of oxygen while he stared into my eyes. His giant figure was covering the whole of me and I almost forgot that I was pretending to be Clara; an abomination for me to feel that way with my best friend’s younger step brother.

“Get off!” I ordered.

His face lowered to my neck and I thought he was going to peck me there but then he whispered “No. You brought yourself under me… and you stirred up my curiosity” His breathing fanned on my neck and I felt the sensation of his lips touching the surface of my earlobe.

I intended to kick him exactly where men would usually groan loud in pain whenever I kicked them there, but he was so fast to detect my next move. He fastened my laps together, securing them in between his muscled legs. I could not move again.

“Let me go. It was an acci…”

A lip sensation!

My breathing stopped when his lips lightly brushed against mine. I tried to make a mental notice of what he was going to do next but before my brain cells became active, the full weight of his face descended on me through his purple lips as he softly pressed into mine.

Warmth and desire stroke into my soul and ripped off my last sense of dignity and shame under him. Something I had only felt once in my whole life when I accidentally ended up in the arms of Rotip. It was a total insane accident which we promised to not do

again because we were supposed to be just friends, and nothing more than that. Besides, Rotip loved Clara, and did not wished to get over his feelings for her even after she had died.