A Knight and Her Problems

[Char242 1,162]

Author's note: As I have continued writing these stories, I have come to the realization that I don't want this story to be just about pee.  Instead I want to create a story that has both plot and and pee in it, a mix of sorts.  To those who read these chapters, I want to thank you for your continued support as that is what keeps me writing this story.

Part 8

Hawk and Lisa were about half-way back to the campsite when Lisa noticed that Hawk seemed a little pale.  “You don’t look too good.  Is something bothering you?” asked Lisa.  Hawk did not respond, rather he continued walking as though he were in a trance.  Lisa tried a couple more times to get his attention but nothing seemed to work.  After the third failed attempt to get his attention, she picked up a small stone and threw it at him.  Normally Hawk would have easily dodged it but he was so wrapped up in thought that it hit him in the back of the head.

“Damn it!” he screamed as he fell to his knees, rubbing the back of his head.  “What the hell did you do that for?”

“That’s what you get for not paying attention to me,” fumed a pissed off Lisa.  “Now that I've you’re your attention, I want to know what’s got you so bothered.”

“Honestly, I’m bothered by the fact that you hit me in the head with a rock,” replied Hawk, still massaging the lump.

Lisa slugged him in the arm.  “You know damn well that’s not what I meant.  Tell me what’s got you so distracted that you’re ignoring me.”  

Hawk paused for a moment as he debated whether he should tell Lisa about seeing Necra as well as his history with her.  He ultimately decided against it.  “I was just thinking about maybe doing a little target practice while I’m out here.  I have my bow with me right now after all.”

“That’s what’s been bugging you?  I’ll never understand why the gods saw fit to give me an archery nut for a brother.”

“I’m not an archery nut,” replied Hawk as he racked his brain for a good insult.  Suddenly his mind went blank as he was overwhelmed with a sense that they were being watched.  “Hey Lisa, would you mind going back to the campsite without me?  I have something I need to do.”

“Whatever archer boy, just don’t be gone too long.”  And with that Lisa walked away.  As soon as she was out of sight, Hawk turned around and pulled an arrow from his quiver. 

“I know you’re there so you can come out now.”  No response came.  Hawk closed his eyes and took a deep breath.  As he cleared his mind, he could hear the sound of a breeze blowing through the tops of the trees and with it came a scent he had smelt once before.  His eyes shot open as he spun to his left and fired an arrow high up into the trees.  Seconds later, the sounds of leaves rustling among the trees became more intense despite the wind remaining the same.  Hawk knew that whoever had been watching him was now on the move.  Without a moment’s hesitation, he began pursuing the stalker.

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Roughly fifteen minutes later Hawk found himself in a small clearing surrounded by tall trees.  By this time, he had lost track of the person he was chasing.  Believing that the stalker was long gone by now, Hawk walked over to the widest of the trees and leaned against it in order to catch his breath.  As he thought about what to do next, he slowly began lowering himself into a sitting position.  The moment he placed his hand on the grass to the side of him, he felt something wet.  “That’s strange,” said Hawk to himself as he wiped his hand on his pants.  After several minutes, he got up and was preparing to leave when he felt something drip onto the back of his right hand.  Hawk instinctively looked towards the sky but saw not a single rain cloud.  Without really thinking, Hawk sniffed the back of his hand, his eyes widening in shock as he realized what it was.  “WHY THE HELL AM I ALWAYS GETTING PISSED ON?” screamed Hawk at the top of his lungs.  Suddenly he drew another arrow and shot straight above him.  A couple seconds later he heard a small cry.

“WHAT THE HELL!” screamed a voice from the top of the tree.  As Hawk backed away from the tree, he noticed the figure sitting in the tree was none other than Necra.  She was sitting on a large branch with her legs over the side.  “Dammit boy, you damaged my mask,” cried Necra as she struggled to hold the non-shattered portion to her face.

“It’s you own fault for not coming out when I asked you to.”  As Hawk looked up at her, he could see that she was still wearing the long black robe she had on the day they met four years ago.  “How the hell were you able to move so fast in that thing anyway?”

“Simple,” replied Necra, “I just change its form.”  Hawk watched in amazement as the robe began to change into a black tunic and a black skirt.  As Hawk moved his gaze back to her face, he saw that she was no longer wearing the skull mask.  Instead she had covered her face from the nose on down in a shroud of black cloth, presumably made from the same material as her robe.  Looking at her, Hawk was able to confirm that one of her eyes was indeed as blue as the sky while the other looked like that of a corpse.  Hawk noticed that the skin surrounding the corpse-looking eye was covered in scar tissue.  As his gaze moved upwards, Hawk was able to see that Necra’s hair was jet black with a ghostly white streak running down the middle of her hair.  Without even knowing what the rest of her face looked like, Hawk could tell that Necra was beautiful.  As his eyes shifted back to the branch that Necra was sitting on, Hawk noticed that from where he was standing, he could easily see up Necra’s skirt.  It didn’t take him long to realize that Necra wasn’t wearing anything beneath her skirt.  “Enjoying the view down there?” asked Necra.

“I’m sorry,” shouted Hawk as he averted his gaze, his face becoming extremely red.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about.  I honestly don’t care if you see what’s down there.  In fact, if you’re still curious I will be more than happy to give you a better look,” chimed Necra as she lifted her skirt.  Hawk tried to fight the temptation the best he could, but in the end his instincts as a man took over.  He focused his gaze back on her, and the moment he did, he jumped back as a rain of gold splashed down on where he had just been standing.  By this point, Necra was standing on the branch.  Necra was using one hand to hold onto the branch above her and the other hand to direct her stream straight at Hawk.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?” screamed Hawk as he tucked and rolled, just missing being doused by jet of piss.

“Oh come on,” taunted Necra, “how do you expect me to hit you if you keep moving?”

“I’m moving because I don’t want to be pissed on.  Tell me why you’re doing this.”

“I have two reasons.  The first is that I really had to pee.  You see, shortly after I lost you, I decided to relieve myself under the tree here.  However, I had to cut things short when I sensed you approaching.  I then climbed up this tree and waited for you to be gone.  Unfortunately for me, you took too long to leave and a little slipped out.  Not that I really mind though as I sort of enjoy that feeling of being wet.  Society says that it is not proper to wet oneself and that such an action is naughty. If I’m being truthful with you, committing such a naughty action turned me on to the point that I wanted to drench my entire robe with my piss.  Ahh, just telling you this is getting me more excited,” she exclaimed as she began massaging her crotch a little.

“That’s just sick,” replied Hawk as he dodged another squirt of liquid gold.  “What’s the second reason?”

“This is revenge for breaking my favorite mask.”

“Isn’t this going a little overboard?  I don’t even see how this is a suitable punishment.”

Necra cut off her stream for a moment.  “You’re right.  This isn’t a suitable punishment for you seeing as you like this sort of thing.  But honestly I’m having fun so I’m going to keep doing it anyway.”  With that, she started her stream again, this time just barely splashing Hawk’s arm.

“I don’t like getting pissed on!” screamed Hawk.

“That’s weird.  I really thought you liked this sort of thing especially since you’ve allowed both that succubus and the elf to pee on you.  Or could it be that you like to be the one doing the pissing.”

“The incident with Lizzy was a complete accident and I only allowed Lilith to pee on me because that was the only way to treat a rash.  As for peeing on Lisa, I had no other choice but to do it in order to treat her rash.”  Hawk thought for a moment.  He reasoned that there was no way that Necra could know about this stuff unless she had been spying on him and the others.  “It’s obvious that you’ve been spying on us.  How long have you been doing it?”

“Oh, I’d say on and off for the past four years or so.  If you’re referring to the present, I would say ever since you left Solaris to begin this little trip of yours.”

“Why are you following us?”

“That’s a secret.”

“Tell me.”

“No.”

“TELL ME NOW DAMN IT!” screamed Hawk as he dodged another piss jet, drew an arrow, and shot it at Necra.

“SHIT!” screamed Necra as she dodged it, only to lose her balance and fall.  Luckily for her she was able to grab on to the branch she was previously standing on.  “Oh no, I’m slipping.  Please help me.”

“Hang on, I’ll catch you” yelled Hawk as he ran right underneath her and looked up.

“Gotcha,” shouted Necra.  Before Hawk could move out of the way, Necra unleashed a waterfall of piss down onto Hawk’s face, nearly drowning him in the process.  When she was finished, she easily hoisted herself back onto the branch and began laughing.  “You really are gullible.”

“You’re a bitch,” choked Hawk as he tried to spit the foul taste out of his mouth.  He took a few steps back and then prepared another arrow.  “Tell me what I want to know now or I’ll shoot another arrow at you.  If you’ve been watching me as long as you say you have, then you know that I hardly ever miss.”

“Sorry, I’ve got nothing to say.”

“So be it,” said Hawk as he let loose the arrow.  He watched on in shock as Necra easily caught the arrow just milliseconds before it could enter her chest.

“It seems to me that you need to be retaught the basics of fighting,” said Necra, her demeanor becoming much darker.  “Rule number 1: never let your emotions get the best of you.  Rule number 2: never underestimate your opponent.”  As she said it, she threw the arrow right back at Hawk.  As he dodged it, Hawk realized that Necra had thrown it with enough speed and power that it could have easily killed him had it hit.  He couldn’t help but stare in amazement at the arrow penetrating the ground just inches from his feet.  Turning his gaze back up to the tree, he noticed that Necra was gone.  Suddenly he could feel warm breath on the back of his neck.  “Rule number 3: never take your eyes off your opponent.”  Hawk spun around but there was nobody there.  The forest was silent for a few seconds.  As Hawk turned his head, he had just enough time to see a large blade coming at him.  He quickly dove out of the way, the blade missing him by just millimeters.  Looking up, he saw Necra standing before him and she was wielding a giant scythe.  “Rule number 4: never let your guard down.”  Necra raised her scythe and brought it down on Hawk.  Luckily Hawk was able to use his bow to block what would have been a fatal blow.

“I get it already.   Let’s stop this before somebody gets hurt,” pleaded Hawk as he began to realize that this wasn’t a fight he could win without serious injury.  Necra took another swing at him.  This time she managed to land a cut on Hawk’s body starting from his right shoulder, extending diagonally across his chest to just below his ribcage on the left side.  By a stroke of pure luck, the scythe had hit the leather strap of Hawk’s quiver.  While the strap was completely destroyed, it had saved him by taking the brunt of the blow.  Even still, the cut across his chest was still deep enough to draw blood.  Hawk lost his balance and fell backwards, the spilt contents of his quiver lying next to him.  The next thing he knew, Necra was sitting on top of him, pressing the blade of her scythe to his neck.

“Last but not least is the most important rule.  Rule number 5: don’t start something you can’t finish.  Now do you have any last words.”

“It looks like this one is a draw.”

“What are you talking about?  I’ve clearly won.”  As Necra looked down, she noticed that Hawk was holding an arrow just millimeters from her heart.

“You forgot about rule number 6,” said Hawk, “always stay two steps ahead of your opponent.”

“Damn it,” cried Necra as she backed off.  “You let me cut you on purpose just so that you could get close enough to deliver a fatal blow, didn’t you?”  Hawk nodded.  “You sure have guts, but I'll let you in on a little secret.  Normal weapons aren’t enough to kill a lich.  All you would have accomplished by stabbing me is buying a few more seconds of life.”

“I’m fully aware of that.”

“And yet you were still prepared to do that anyway.”

“Yep.”

Necra laughed.  “You truly are an interesting human.  I guess I can entrust you with some information but you must promise not to tell another soul.”

“You have my word.”

Necra looked him over before deciding that his word was good enough.  “I am on a mission from the underworld.  I come from clan of liches whose sole duty is to keep the balance between the worlds of the living and the dead.  Part of that requires hunting down and eliminating rogue reapers.

“Rogue reapers?  What are those?”

“As the name suggests, rogue reapers are grim reapers who have gone rogue.  The job of a grim reaper is to escort the souls of the dead to their rightful resting place, Heaven for the souls of the righteous innocent and Hell for the souls of the wicked and the damned.  However, there are some reapers who have chosen to instead devour the souls of the dead in attempt to become stronger.  Some of them have even gone so far as to orchestrate the deaths of those not yet meant to die to use as fuel for their own ambitions.  Their ultimate goal is the creation of a world where the grim reapers can reign over the worlds of the living and the dead.

“And what does this have to do with me?”

“It would seem that a rogue reaper is targeting you.  Unfortunately, it is not uncommon for a rogue reaper to orchestrate the killing of someone close to their target before taking their target’s soul.  The reason for this is that a soul tastes best once it has been thrust into complete and utter hopelessness and despair.  I predict that if the reaper is not stopped, one of your friends will surely be dead before the next sunrise.  After that, it will come for you.”

“So, then all I have to do to stop it is wait for this reaper to show up and kill it, right?”

“It’s not that simple.  As they are now, reapers are incapable of killing living creatures directly.  However, they can get the living to do the dirty work for them by manipulating their emotions and insecurities.  If the conditions are right, they can even manipulate someone into taking their own life.  Thus, it is unlikely that you will ever see the rogue reaper and even if you did, it’s impossible to kill a reaper with mortal weapons.”

“So, then what am I supposed to do?”

“There are two things that you can do.  The first option is that you can help you’re guildmates survive by preventing them from doing something stupid like killing each other or taking their own lives.  The second option is to offer your soul to save your friends.  When a rogue reaper’s plans are achieved or thwarted, they will usually leave because it is too dangerous for them to stay in one place for too long.  While you decide which action you will take, my job will be to track it down and slay it before it’s too late.”

“Why are you helping me?  I thought you wanted my soul.”

“That’s why I’m helping you.  I’ll be damned if I let that creature take what I have already staked my claim on.  Now you best get going and try not to breath a word of this to anyone.  If the reaper finds out about this, it would make it much harder to stop it.”

“Alright,” said Hawk as he turned and picked up his quiver and bow.   “You’re a fool though if you think I’ll let either of you have my soul.”

“You truly are an interesting human,” laughed Necra.  As she turned to walk deeper into the forest, the smile faded from her face.  “But that’s why the reaper is targeting you in the first place.  It will be your fault if anyone dies, and if it comes down to it, I will kill you to save her life.”  With that, Necra disappeared, leaving Hawk with more questions than answers.  All he knew was that something was coming and if he didn’t find a way to stop it, someone close to him was going to die.

 

To be Continued

[Newtonh 85]

To be continued?? I want more of this story! I've fallen in love with all of the characters and you write in perfect detail.