ERIK ATLAS VS AGENT DERREK STEEL - TRAINING DAY II

CONTINUED FROM PART 1

ERIK ATLAS
I wake as yu slap me.
Assessing.

YOU squeeze me something horrible..... UGHHHHHHrrrkkkkkkk.... my breath driven out of me - the muscle power and leverage you got is INCREDIBLE. My flex crumbling slowly and my air thinning out. The light start and I hear the cop coming in... I lift us up.... then everything goes blank ===========

You shake my head left and right. "And how are we feeling today?"
You are close and feel my muscled body FLEXs SOLID a moment as I swallow the rage. "WE" are never something I am - you're not my nurse or mother. I calm my shit so not everything out of my mouth is stupid and bullheaded.

1) I ain't dead so he wants something. 2) he killed my men, entrusted to me to keep and train 3) feeling? My guts HURT, I can tell my throat is bruised, and my head is swollen like a bruised melon. And my little maniac is in a talking mood.

"I'm alive. I don't know why," I eventually say. "You killed my men. I want you dead." I pause in a slow nodding manner. "And..." I whisper..."That last Star Wars movie was shit. I mean that dagger? What the fuck...?"

Our eyes meet and I LUNGE AT YOU - EVERY CHAIN AND BONDAGE TOY YOU GOT ON ME SNAPS TIGHT and I PULL hard at the ceiling raining dust on us... "HOW THE FUCK DO YOU THINK WE ARE??? You brought out the chains because you think we're ghonna start a KNITTING CIRCLE HERE?!"

Well... sometimes I suck at emotional containment...

2020-05-12 13:36
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AGENT DEREK STEEL
I slowly walk around you, examining you carefully as you regain consciousness. I lightly run my hand over the thick mass of your muscled torso, feeling the power as it starts to swell into a hard flex. I nod appreciatively, the heat coming off your pecs, your shoulders, your back creating an intense aura around you. Very nice.

I make a full circuit then stand in front of you, locking straight at you, my eyes taking in every line and angle of your square jaw, the heavy, blocky solid presence of your handsome face. You don't yet meet my eyes though.

You lay out a couple of very obvious facts, you aren't dead, I killed your men, you want me dead. And then a very poor joke. I smile briefly, not at the joke, but at the attempt, given the circumstances. Then, predictably you go apeshit, or try to, as you raise your head and look me straight in the eyes. It's truly a thing of beauty, to see that awesome muscle suddenly ripple with righteous fury, every tendon and vein popping into definition, straining against the chains that hold you. Bellowing at me as you strain to the limits of movement allowed by the chains, getting in my face. I stand there, my gaze steady, holding your eyes, impassive, but with a small smile slowly turning the corners of my mouth up.

I speak then. "Oh that's good. That's very good. You will be perfect for the job." I examine you again, then, step back.
I work my tight black top off slowly, putting it aside, revealing the dark, ripped, defined hairy muscle beneath. I loosen myself up, crack my knuckles, and cock my right fist. I measure you, then my abs tighten, I twist form the hips, cock my right arm, then explode into a brutal hook, my hard muscle rippling with power as I drive my fist directly into the pit of your abs.

My voice stays conversational as I address your points, "You are alive because killing you wasn't necessary. The thing is..." I cock my fist, my muscle tenses, then I wait, and cruelly time my fist to slam into your abs again just as you are starting to inhale, disrupting your breathing. I continue, "... I have a reputation as a 'bad guy'. And to the vast majority, apparently you included, that means that I kill people just because. Stupidity and ignorance."

I haul back on my fist, power up my muscle, then drive that right forward again, my cock starting to twitch as I feel my fist slam a third time into those thick piles of ab muscle protecting your core. Damn, just as good as sex.

"The truth is not quite so simple. Unlike your friends who killed whomever they were ordered to kill, I kill only those whom I have decided to kill. Of course you want me dead, I have killed your friends. I wonder though... how many men have your friends killed? How many widows and orphans have they left behind who would thank me for killing your friends? None of this is simple. That is just a lie that some people tell themselves to justify their actions. Fortunately for you,"

I haul back my right fist, and with a grunt of sheer muscle and a blast of sweat, slam it forward deep into the pit of your abs, softening you up, looking to break down your core strength in preparation for your employment test.

".. I've never been very good at lying to myself, and so you are still alive."

2020-05-12 22:56
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ERIK ATLAS
OK I shook the chains. You get this look on your face my first coach had that read volumes about how predictable men are. I blinked at my internal playbook (Shithead, you're being predictable.) I chide myself for being this stupid.

>>>"Oh that's good. That's very good. You will be perfect for the job." You say.... OH great, this is a recruitment drive. I have 20 ways of saying in Bruce Willis fine style that I ain't interested. (And my inner coach asks, Oh you have something else to do? He's talking, shut up...)

"You are alive because killing you wasn't necessary. " Then you unload into my GUTS... I snap solid taking the hit. The hit is times well carving into my gut swelling my bile up to my mouth. Fuck fuck..... ok I can take this. Not my first rodeo. Brings to mind... rodeo... we're breaking a bronco here. You unload the killers talk - and yes, All my friends are dangerous.

My head swims with idle elsewheres to be than listening to you - You hit me again... and again... I get the program and start flexing and taking it. I can probably take a lot - you are trained to dish out more. my head goes to the men talking about people they eliminated. Mostly agents and operatives. Mostly foreigners. All at the time none of my business.

Skeeter Johnson.
He found out I was into men. "The Big Homo hero" he called me. I was the local football star heading to the pro leagues. Trophy wife; house, car, sexy bike. All that and a stupid sister. She went to church and confessed that I was gay and asked the congregation to pray for me. They called that "a confession" back then, not as we used to call it, tattling.

I lost the wife, the house the car, the bike, the team, and the status.

That wasn't enough. Skeeter Johnson decided he was going to harass my mom. And thats when I started breaking parts off. he was at home nursing two broken knees and trying to get to his basement for another bottle of Jack when he fell into the basement and died. I was in Jail at the time for aggravated assault with intent to kill, and bein a homo.

But I knew then I killed Skeeter Johnson. there's men that kill, and then there's men that dead people just happen to happen when they are around.

Agent Steel hit me and Hit me.... And I took it.

You then say yur bad a lying to yourself - and I don't think I pity you, but I get it. Gagging from that last hit... spitting out my guts....Flexing hard and keeping a solid core. "Well... " I run out of words. I just wanna go home and forget this shit. That all looks impossible. Unless yu turn up dead. Of course i keep shut - yur not stupid and know that one.

"...well we're dating now then? This does have that foreplay feel..."

I drop the jokes.
Our eyes meet.
"Cut the shit. When do you need me dead?"

2020-05-13 00:52
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AGENT DEREK STEEL
I feel my fist starting to make some headway into your abs, but it's going to take quite a bit more to soften you up. I think it's time to up the ante a bit.

I meet your eyes, and my gaze is unwavering, locking with yours naturally, letting you see inside me as deeply as you'd like.
I've never been afraid to look another man in the eyes. I never have anything to hide.

"Dating? Well, I suppose you could say that. I will most certainly be sampling that very fine ass of yours in due time. But you have this fascinating obsession with your death.... Mmmm... You aren't required to believe me, and you probably don't, but I really don't give a fuck. I'm not planning on killing you. I have a job for you. Not one that requires your consent, however."

I lean back on my left leg then, drawing in my right leg, feeling the muscles on my thighs bunch up, the tension building like a coiled spring, then, letting it all out in an explosive side kick, driving the heel of my heavy combat boot full force into the middle of your flexed abs with enough force to cause the chains to TWANGGG as your massive beef is blasted backwards, pulling all the chains taut and tight.

"Right now, what I want from you is to find out how tough you are. Consider it an experiment... how much force is required to break the flex on your abs?"

I lean back on my left foot, draw back my right foot, and tense my abs, releasing my pent up core energy with a ripple of power, my right foot snapping forward in another powerful side kick, the heavy boot once more driving into your abs like an armour-piercing missile seeking to penetrate the hull of a battleship.

BAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

2020-05-13 02:51
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ERIK ATLAS
I nearly pop when you say "Obsessing" you killed my men in front of me - it leaves a mark on men that still have a soul - and no - I say nothing. AND... all that slips to the back burner when I see you draw back for the kick bag practice. BAMMMFFFFFFFFFFF!

eyes snap wide.... UGHhhhhhhffff ffff ffff trying to get breath between kicks....

BAMMMFFFFFFFFFFF!
You hit me agin!

and then you say the deal - this is a POWER TEST - grinning... i see you reeling up for a whopper... and FLEX HARD FOCUSING ON DISPERSING... YOU hit AND AI LET MY BODY WHIP IN THE RESTRAINING CHAINS LETTING SOME OF THE POWER FLOW OUT AND SHAKE THE WALLS....

Grin..... flex agin....

2020-05-13 15:01
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AGENT DEREK STEEL
I stand in front of you, and I examine you deeply. My hand reaches out and kneads your core, feeling your abs still holding their flex strong, I look into your face, and see that smile. Oh yes. My own smile answers yours. "This is going to be fun."

I love a challenge. I back up then, against the far wall of the small chamber, drop into a three point stance, then my thighs coiled like springs, I SURGE forward with a massive release of force, driving my hard, thick shoulder deep into your core.

I stand back, examine the impact, then back off again, dropping into a modified three point stance this time, one boot lodged against the wall, thighs tensing with power, I blast off again, this time pushing off from the wall to add an extra boost of power so when I slam into your abs with my shoulder the second time around, it's even harder. The heavy steel chains sing from the tension as your heavy muscled Texan beef is thrown hard into them.

2020-05-13 23:18
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ERIK ATLAS
I get it - this is going to be a test of endurance I see you backing up - your muscled form like a well trained stallion. You drop to a three point stance. and you CHARGE into me...

I have to say if there was anything in the night that i thought I had actual training to take it would be this moment, my training as a fullbak meant I needed to take hits, deep ugly hits, and then get up after. I set and grip the chains....you HIT me... and UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH..... gagging.... that....hurt....

Close eyes and center ramping up my recovery....You back into the wall....shaking my head.... HOT ME AGAIN! I expel ait and spread diffusing some of the impact (and holysh!t glad I did) UGHHHHHHHHhhhhkkkkk gagging hard from the hit.... Center...... get my head back....

Then a moment - I see you see me seeing you seeing me - and chuckle.... "So I guess u saw that..." I spit on the floor. "I probably caint kick yur ass. But I might well tire you out in kicking mine. I don't wanna interrupt your party. I'm sure you have some thumbscrews or anal leeches in there somewhere. I'm sure you can put me through horrors. Wanna see me lift?" I suggest with a slanty grin. "I'll blow your fucking mind..."

2020-05-15 12:45
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AGENT DEREK STEEL
I nod, eyes flashing with pleasure as I stand up, and hear you chuckle. I chuckle myself, replying, "Oh yes my friend, you have already passed the job interview, you are hired. But no thumbscrews or anal leeches. I left those in my other dungeon. I'm afraid.." I roll my shoulders, my hard, corded body suddenly rippling with power, "..I'll just have to rely on what Mother Nature gave me to continue my... treatement."

I run then towards the wall, then exhibiting some of my athleticism, I leap, parkour up the wall, my legs coiled with power, then dive across the small room, BLASTING my shoulder deep into your abs in a flying spear, the force making the chains sing with tension. I stand in front of you, landing nimbly on my feet, cock my fist, and my core muscles flexed, fire off a seriously heavy hook into the centre of your abs JUST as you start to inhale, looking to sneak my shot in when you are most vulnerable.

2020-05-15 21:03
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ERIK ATLAS
I don't wanna say shit about yur mom, but nature didn't give u shit - u stole it.

No thumbscrews
No anal leeches
I chuckle - some men might mention their "Other Dungeon" and they would mean the one they take anime girls to spank with a pine stick he paid $120 bucks for at some Kinky Flea Market. I expected full well to see a jar marked "Anal Leeches" somewhere.

The you ramp it up... run the wall and HIT my guts hard! Coughing and gagging trying to center. You HIT my gits again... AWUGHhhhhhh.... gagging.... spit a bloody gout... "That.... hurt." Gasping ...., "I guess yu don't wanna see...me lift. Gasgging from that last one.... eyes close... and then an icy calm comes over me. Probably all the whole point of this.... so here we go... "So you wanted to see my trick huh?" I see the look cross your face and its unreadable. Might mean, "Oh more bullshit" or it might mean "Finally, what a dense shithead..."

I stretch up tall and reach for the ceiling.... 6" of chain slack... it'll do. I PULLL DOWN!!!

The ERUPTION of cement and foundation drops gritting sand all over you as the mounts from my chains get TORN from the ceiling! CRRRRUUUGHHHHhhhsshshshshBOOOOMMMMM pulling parts of the ceiling down!

I land on you - A huge man shielding you from debris - parts of the ceiling hit me as I'm shielding you. Hand on your neck - face in yours. "I'm...ATLAS!" I bellow in your face. "CUT THE SHIT! Kill me or get to the point!"

2020-05-15 23:58
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AGENT DEREK STEEL
I listen to you, my eyes examining your face as you react from the work I've done on your abs, that last shot actually sinking in deep enough to get some blood spitting up. Perfect.

You make some more quips, gotta admire your sense of humour, no matter the circumstances. Your face changes as the calm comes over you. Yep. I know that look. That's the look of a man about to go fucking apeshit. I should know. I've been there myself.

Although not exactly surprised, I admit I'm certainly more than slightly impressed as you grab the slack from your chains, your muscles bulging with insane strength, and you FUCKING pull the brackets out of the concrete!! Yeah, I should have used better reinforcement. Fucking shoddy contracting work.

I instinctively pull my arms up to protect my face, and go with what comes next. Chunks of the ceiling, gritting sand start to rain down as you fall on top of me. I get my knees up slightly pulled in a bit towards my abs, and my hands are up protecting my face, but sometimes there isn't a lot you can do against a GODDAMN force of nature! FUCK ME!

When you land on me, I'm seeing spots, the only thing that saved me from being knocked out was the explosive exhalation I did just before impact, emptying my lungs naturally as you impacted me, rather than trying to resist and having it forced outta me. Once again, I get the sense of being something in a trash compactor. Your hand reaches down to grab my neck and you bellow in my face, "I'm...ATLAS!" Fucking figures. Apt name, the Titan of strength and endurance himself.

I'm seeing some spots in front of my eyes myself from that blow, and your hand isn't exactly comfortable around my throat. You bellow like a bull, demanding that I kill you or get to the point. Fair. Totally fair.

Having pulled in my knees slightly up to my abs when we landed gave me just the space I need, to twist from my hips and snake out to your left. Your right arm clutches my throat, but there is a nice long length of chain dangling from the steel manacles on both your right and left arm. As I snake to the left, I grab that chain, whipping my body up and over you, on top of your back, pulling your right arm with me, wrapping it around your throat in the process. With my left arm I grab the length of chain attached to your right arm, and savagely jerk it up, pulling up on your left wrist with a sudden, sharp violent motion to catch you off guard and get that left arm up and extended up and away from your side.

I'm digging down, my own icy calm pulsing through my body, temporarily bending the rules with a surge of insane strength. Wouldn't normally be able to overpower you like that, but my entire body, with a little surge of adrenaline can manage it long enough to wrap your own thick as a tree trunk arm around your neck by the chain dangling from your wrist.

As I kneel on your back with my right knee, my left leg planted on the floor beside your left ribs, your ankles still quite securely manacled, and wrap the spare chain over and under your arm as it's forced around your own neck. Not a proper blood choke, but pretty damn tight, tying your right arm up quite nicely in place around your neck with several loops of slack chain.

Damn. What a fucking amazing sight. I hold one chain wrapped around your neck in my right hand, muscles bulging, then holding the chain to your left arm in my left hand, pulling taut. I grunt, heave back, then lift my left boot up, and drive it down, brutally curb stomping your left arm at the elbow joint, not fucking around, looking to break your arm and take it out of this equation as I finally reply, "Fair dues ATLAS. The point is my boys need to learn how to properly break men down. Different men require different techniques. Your new job is going to be a test dummy for my boys to practice on. With you, my instincts are tell me it's all about crushing your core. My next TRICK is going to be testing that theory. I have a particular talent with core work, body scissors, bearhugs. I think I'm going to very MUCH enjoy testing my skills on you."

2020-05-16 01:23
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ERIK ATLAS
It like working leverage on a snake again - you grab my chain and work my arm around my neck and - here I was trying to shelter you from falling ceiling concrete and yur on top of me again choking the shit out of me!.... yur threatening me with a good time and ghonna test me in crush moves... head swimming from the choke, kicking myself for not just busting your larynx... you feel me going limp in the choke hold, huge muscle formerly steel solid relaxing to pliable man muscle...

2020-05-17 15:55
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AGENT DEREK STEEL
I stand up, looking down at you, my eyes flashing, my dick as a railroad spike in my jeans. What a fucking MAGNIFICENT beast. My chest is heaving, as I drop the chain, feeling the unmistakable slackening of your muscle tension, a sure sign that you are knocked the fuck out cold.

I consider my next move carefully. What I want is to continue where I left off. Things were just getting interesting, and after that amazing display herculean power, I so was in the mood to play. But business must come before pleasure, and I had another assignment to take care of. The bills must be paid.

I called in three of my guards, big bruisers, a trio of former underground fighters looking for a slightly easier life where your bones were not getting broken every day, just every other day. I give them orders in my British hard man accent, "Put in one of the holding cells. And, keep him drugged. Unless you want to deal with that." I point at the rubble on the floor, and the jagged wound in the concrete ceiling where the brackets used to be.

These men were hard as nails, but even they turned a bit green around the gills when the realized the kind of raw physical power it must have taken to rip the chains out of the ceiling. Then, they look at me, standing over you. Then down at him, and their awe increases, except now it's directed at me. The biggest one mutters, "Fuck me..." The middle one speaks up, "If you don't want him to give ya trouble, why not just break his arms?" I consider it, then respond, "Because I'm only going to be away for a few days, and I want to play with him some more when I return. I've decided he's going to be our torture dummy for the next class of recruits. I don't want to have to wait for his arms to heal before I can use him. Properly teaching the men how to break an arm in the most painful manner possible is a crucial component of the training session. I'll be back in about three days."

I head off to make my preparations for my next contract as my men drag your limp ass to the cell.

2020-05-19 00:34
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ERIK ATLAS

When I wake I'm being dragged by the chains. One with a snively whining voice complaining about how heavy I am. one seems to be silent but I can feel him moving me. He's very strong but not very patient. Then there's Cameron - the only one they said by name. He gets tired of trying to drag me and executes a flawless fireman's carry, as if he's carried bodies in rescue, not as trash.

Cameron has thick arms, and chest, and back. Smells of Bay Rum, I can feel under his shirt, he's got pierced nipples, and not little barbells, but honking big 6 gauge horseshoes. I open my eyes, and treated to a strange view. Looking down, hung over his shoulder, I can see into his pants. Nice bubble butt, and I aint a complete manwhore, the interesting part was the tattoo. It was a barcode with a 9 number code and the word "Inventory" next to it. Implies he's been sold.

I couldn't see a "use-by" date but I think I am getting to know Steel, he knows when a man has gone stale. He sets me on a cement floor and cradles my head as he lays me down. Yup, definitely a medic. And one that had practice before. So I begin to think - who is this Cameron, the medic, sold to Steel or their Syndicate.

He feels my neck for a pulse. "He's awake, stay alert. He's pretending." Cameron says. A heavy book cleaves me a good on in the temple! I hear Cameron complain but he's drowned out by the sniveler.

"We need to keep him here and quiet and make the real cell ready for him. But I'm not doing all the work... Baker here needs to carry his share. It's not fair..." CRAKKK - someone gets slapped and the sniveler snivels some more. "Ok ok its fair it fair."

The men file out and there is the sound of a door closing.

I let time pass, but not too much. Time is the one thing I have don't too much of at the moment. I open my eyes and see the room is more like a storage facility with a real door in place. There's bags of garbage laying around, and it seems trash just picked up from around., My arms are secured behind my back. I turn around, UGH shit... my guts hurt and my neck is real bruised.

OMG I look behind and they took the chains and zip tied them together. They are holding me... with plastic wire ties? I FLEX my shoulders and PULL... CRAK snapp!... My wrists still have cuffs and chains but they are free enough. I go to the door. OMG The hinges are on this side? I check the door to see if they locked it - I mean this might just be the get-out-of-torture-prison-free card.

The doorknob doesn't turn. wow. OK

I look at the hinges. Then have exposed top pins. So they were serious, this is temporary. I just dont think they know how temporary it really is. I have ciffs, they have an edge. I shim them under the top pin.... BUMP it hard and SHING.... the pin slides out... and flies out of the hinge loops - and falls!

I dive to catch it and it hits the cement floor. TING-ka-ling-klangangang! I STOMP on it to shut it up.

I freeze. Are they coming?

seconds pass. ...

Nope.

Deep breath. OK I kneel next to the door and work the cuff edge under the pin... BUMP... its stuck tighter.... BUMP... it comers out and lands in my hand. Good.

I wait a ten count. I take the pins and slip them into my pocket. Shirtless, still in my sweats from the gym, no shoes. I pry the door out of the frame and the deadbolt creaks in the socket but the door opens... I slip out and see where I landed...

2020-05-20 00:34

AT THE BASE
Cameron, Baker, and Trey return from their preparations to make the cell ready. Trey keeps whining the whole time, "We shouldn't have left him in the trash room.... And Baker is always making me to the shitty jobs.." Baker smacks Trey again, a backhand across his cheek. "If you know what's good for you, you little shit, you are gonna learn to keep your mouth shut."

Trey rubs his cheek, looking at Baker sullenly, but keeps his mouth shut for the time being. Cameron sighs. Fuck. When Derek had asked him to take these two in hand, he'd tried to spin it as a challenge. The truth was, Derek had saddled those two with him because he was the only one with enough patience not to break their necks. Derek had, however, been giving him a monthly bonus in his pay packet ever since.

Cameron reflected on his time as a slave, a gladiator, for the Mafia boss who'd owned him. Even tatooed him with a barcode and everything, before selling him to another Mafia don. It had been a shitty existence. Fighting for the amusement of his owners. Before everything in his life went belly up, before he'd had to borrow money from the Mob to pay for the operation to save his brother , before the Mob collected on the overdue loan payments by making him their fight slave, he'd been training as a nurse. What another life that had been. Another universe.

But then Derek had watched him fight, and something about him had caught Derek's interest, and next thing he knew, Derek had bought him off the Don. At first, Cameron had been terrified. Derek was infamous, a mercenary that went after fucking special forces, was totally without mercy. But the truth had been somewhat different. Derek had given him a choice. He'd done some research into Cameron's past, and made him an offer. Work for him, and Derek would pay him a healthy salary, and see to it that all his brother's medical needs, which were many, would be taken care of for the rest of his life.

Cameron had agreed. It turned out that Derek looked after his men like his family, and treated them fairly. He didn't put up with shit, but he looked after his men, and in return expected nothing but their best. Cameron had never been able to figure out how Derek did it... How could he treat his own men like his family, but be so brutal and sadistic to other dudes? He didn't know, but he knew that Derek had saved his life, and his brother's life, and he'd take a bullet for the man any day of the week.

Life was strange, but you had to play the hand you were dealt with. They rounded the corner, and looked in shock at the door to the trash room missing. Cameron looked up just in time to see the prisoner, Atlas darting around the corner at the far end of the coorridoor. Then he realized how badly he'd fucked up. Derek had said to keep him drugged.... Cameron remembered the chains resting on the floor, the concrete shattered and torn from the ceiling.. Oh fuck. He hadn't drugged him. He'd forgotten, distracted by tryiing to keep these two idiots in line. If he lived through this....

But now he had a job to do. He'd do it. He owed to Derek. Cameron ran down the hall after Atlas, screaming over his shoulder, "C'mon, Trey, Baker! It's us three against him!! We can do it!!"

2020-05-21 01:50

ERIK ATLAS
The the three flunkies sharing a brain come after me - I can tell by the voices. I get around the corner and hear pursuit. Ok quick thinking, If they were behind me, the base is deeper their direction and the exit is mine - unless they were set to block exits, which I somehow dont think so. Am I betting my life on it? Yes.

I pad down the hallway hard and fast. Passing doors labeled "Detention One" and "Detention two" - shit, this feels deeper into the maze than not. Still running - I pass "Interrogation one" and round another corner and hit a door labeled "Janitor." The Hall stretched further and ends at double doors.
Shit.

Skidding to a stop at "Janitor" Haul open the door.
Bottle labeled "Bleach"
Mop and industrial bucket.

I disengage the mop handle and grab the bleach.
Wait at the corner... Heart hammering. I hear one pair of boots skid to a stop and look down seeing my shadow extending into the hallway, visible around the corner. Shit.

One man stops sensing something wrong, and one comes around. Trey - the whiner is way bigger than I expected. His voice made him sound like he was a middleweight. Nope he's a 250 pounder and dainty next to Baker at about 330.

SPLASH BLEACH! - HITS TREY IN THE FACE!
I SWEEP HIS LEG AND HE DROPS SCREAMING.
THE MOP HANDLE HAS A NARROW END AND I USE IT LIKE A HARPOON!
STAB!!!

it runs through Trey's throat!

Cameron and Baker stop and work through the initial shock of the violent and sudden attack.
I run down the hall barreling for the double doors!

BOOM - they are open - lucky me
It their fight gym training center
Two rings, massive weight array
floor mats
no windows making me think we're underground.

And the place is "Empty" that is to say no men, but plenty of pretty little cameras winking at me.
Shit. We are moments away from full alert.

I walk in 50 feet and hold the stick ready for whoever makes it through the doors.
I make my stand here
I Haul ass to the open floor and make my stand.
It's a big room, many extra and found attack items.
I measure I have 20 seconds.

2020-05-21 16:13

SEE PART III
https://erikatlas.blogspot.com/2020/06/erik-atlas-vs-agent-derek-steel_8.html

ERIK ATLAS VS AGENT DEREK STEEL - TRAINING DAY III

CONTINUED FROM PART 2

AT THE BASE
Cameron, Baker, and Trey are running like hell to catch the escaped prisoner. He's running deeper into the compound, Cameron watches as he turns a corner, down the hallway leading to the fighting gym.

The sound of the prisoner's feet slapping on the floor suddenly stops, and there is a loud banging and crashing sound. Cameron sees the big man's shadow suddenly stopped. What the hell. Cameron pauses, trying to figure out what the prisoner might be up to.

Trey, without a brain in his head, lumbers around the corner. Baker, bringing up the rear, his huge mass not meant for sprinting. Cameron hears a splash of liquid, followed by a loud meaty THUNK, the shadow play revealing a quick, savage tussle. Cameron starts up again, and he and Baker round the corner, to find Trey laid out, bleach covering his face, kicking and screaming on the corridoor floor. Both big dudes look sickened at the sight of Trey, his throat crushed, gargling and thrashing, already his movements starting to weaken.

The prisoner pelts down the hall, the huge bastard blasting through the doors at the far end. Cameron stops, bending down, but it's clear that there ain't no medic in the world that can do anything for Trey. The only thing Cameron can do is ease his suffering. Trey was a bastard, a whiner, and an asshole, but no one deserved this. Cameron takes a few seconds to cradle the dying man in his arms, give him a quick squeeze so he knows he's not alone, then with a professional twist, breaks his neck. Then he stands up, his heart pounding in his chest, then he and Baker pelt down the hall towards the gym, the huge prisoner standing right in the middle holding a mop.

Cameron and Baker are both armed with batons, but no pistols. Derek didn't want to invite the chance of accidents. If he had a prisoner in the base, then the prisoner was there for a reason other than to be killed. All his men however, were well trained.

The two men enter the gym, cautiously, keeping their eyes on the prisoner. Cameron looks at his baton, then at the long mop Atlas is holding. He reholsters his baton, then reaches to a weight tree near a bench press next to the door, lifting up a long weight bar, hefting it, to match the reach of Atlas's weapon. Baker is so focused on Atlas he doesn't even stop to think.

The weight bar is a good 10 kilos, hefty, will do some damage. Cameron won't be able to move it as fast as the mop, but he doesn't necessarily have to. Then, Baker rushes ahead. Cameron sighs, and follows after.

Baker puts his 330lbs behind an brute force overhead swing of his baton, aiming for Atlas's head. Cameron comes in from the opposite side, ducking low and swinging out his weight bar, looking to sweep Atlas's legs out from under him at the knee.

Derek, just about ready to leave the base, gets notified. He assesses the situation through the security monitor. He ruefully shakes his head. When he discovers that Trey is dead, he begins to get angry. He was fair game, but taking out his men was definitely a mistake on Atlas's part.

2020-05-21 23:05
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ERIK ATLAS
The pair come at me, the big thick monster Baker charging first. Baker looks furious, and Cameron looks surgical - I make the call, Baker's dangerous, Cameron's deadly. Cameron takes a 10 kilo bar, hard to swing, but those delts and traps of his indicate he can do it. I wait for Cameron to commit and rush right putting baker between me and Cameron - I block the head stroke from baker and he powers his swing hard, I deflect - he will shatter this mop handle if I block directly - Cameron's swing HITS Baker behind the knees and he goes down. Deflecting the Baton with the right end of the stick and windmilling it in an understroke and Nailing Baker in the balls - hit from two, directions Baker goes down in front of Cameron. I back off keeping the downed Baker between me and Cameron. As I back away, I hit a plate tree behind me - I reach down and quickly and grab a 10 pound plate...
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AT THE BASE
Cameron, already committed to the swing, can't abort as Atlas moves like a fucking dancer, blocking the stroke from Baker, deflecting it with the detached mop handle. Cameron winces as the weight bar smashes into the back of Baker's knees at the same time Atlas manages to deflect the Baton with the mop handle, windmilling it down to smash Baker in his very sizable balls. OWWWWWWWW. Baker collapses, doubling over from the nut shot, and smashing to his ass from having his legs swept out.

Cameron, grunts, FUCK... Re-positions his grip, holding the weight bar in the middle to allow him to swing it with better control, and letting him use either end of the bar as a weapon. Cameron looks down, catches Baker's eye, and points his chin at Atlas.

Then the medic turned underground cage fighter charges, adopting a side on stance to present a low profile to Atlas, swinging his weight bar point first, and jabbing, trying to catch the big man in the pit of his gut. Baker, rolling on the floor, holding his nuts, can't do much, but he does what he can, deliberately rolling into Atlas's ankles to fuck up his balance and give Cameron a chance.

2020-05-21 23:50
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ERIK ATLAS
Cameron nods to Baker, coming over the big man as he rolls at me working to try and take me down. I'm tired and still hurting from Steel and need to keep that in mind. My head wants to do things my body is complaining about and my body gonna have to deal. The come at me coordinated this time. I JUMP over Baker's roll attack! my stick is faster than Cameron's bar, but not by much as he is thrusting and not swinging, coming at me from my right flank. I use the big leap to move to left flank over Baker, once again avoiding Cameron's bar and putting Baker on the floor between me and Cameron.

I hit the floor and spin... the 10 pound weight in my hand... SPIN and hurl that bitch like a frisbee aiming for Cameron's chest! The spin gives me some orientation - the actions have left the door behind me - exit acquired - after the throw I dont fucking care about the impact I book it for the door, mop handle still in hand...

2020-05-22 18:57
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AT THE BASE
Atlas is one big, fast fucker! Easily jumping over Baker's admittedly clumsy attempt to trip up the big man. Cameron's thrust just misses blasting Atlas, jumping back over Baker again to avoid. Cameron pulls the bar back, then FUCK... the huge man throws the weight plate like a frisbee!

Luckily the bar is in position to smash the rim of that weight, knocking it aside as Atlas turns to book it towards the open double doors. Baker starts to struggle to his feet, still holding is nuts, Cameron hefts the big weight bar over his shoulder, flexes his tough, strong muscle, and heaves the bar like a javelin for Atlas's retreating legs, hoping to trip him up and give them time to jump him.

2020-05-22 21:47
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ERIK ATLAS
I make it ten paces and the Bar HITS my legs!!!

To say I go down in an understatement - I make a fucking skid mark tumbling at the end still 20 feet from the door. the bar hit my leg in the back of the right hamstring and tangled on my shins dropping me hard. I catch most of it on my hands but slide on my chest. Groaning from that hard hit making my way to my feet....

2020-05-22 21:50
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AT THE BASE
Cameron and Baker watch as Atlas collapses in a huge fucking tangle of legs and muscle. Cameron has a quick whispered conversation with Baker, he nods and they both charge forward, Cameron turning his back for a moment to grab something in his hand next to a weight tree, then Cameron comes at you from the front, and Baker circles around behind you.

Just as you are getting back up to your feet, Cameron charges forward, flinging a handful of lifting chalk he'd grabbed from a bag into your face, then dropping low, charging, looking to drive his shoulder into your abs in a tackle.

BUT... at the same time, Baker is charging you from behind, looking to drive his 330lbs of heavy weight power into a tackle as well, aiming for the small of your back. The two men seeking to fucking smash you between their dual tackles like a bag of trash in a trash compactor.

2020-05-22 23:21
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ERIK ATLAS
The dodging and evasion was going to end sometime.... fuck did it have to be like this? I get up and see Cameron coming at me - I know this one and ready the counter... yu come in close and I SCORE an open hand palm to Cameron's ear connecting a half second before he hits me! PAWPPPP setting a bomb of pain off in his head.... then the world comes down! and yea know how to take plenty of hits. ... and some like this.... but after Steel's tutorial it CRUSHING hard.... the big Baker hits me from behind and Cameron's momentum isnt even slowed.

UGHHHhhhghhhghh! The hit sandwiches me in between and we all go down. Gagging for air.... I aint getting up fast.... hurts my guts bad - Cameron holding his head I turn rolling on top of Baker...I FIRE a blow to his face - my thumb extended like a spear aiming for his eye - I call it the hitchhiker - hooking eye spear HITS Baker in the face!

2020-05-22 23:30
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AT THE BASE
Cameron suddenly feels like someone is ringing a church bell... inside his head. He's not even aware when he slams into Atlas, his clock is rung. Cameron rolls to his side, holding his head, trying to remember what day it is.

Baker, growling with satisfaction at getting some payback on this big fucker suddenly finds himself on his back, with the big fucker on top of him. Frantically, he tries to get his arms up to guard his face, he's no stranger to a fight, but he never expected you to shake off that double spear so fucking fast. He's tasting fear, and it slows his reactions, that thumb rips into his eye, blinding him, and he lets out a scream of agony, covering his face.

Cameron, dazed, hears the scream, sees you on top of Baker, staggers over, his balance still fucked up from the blow to his ear, practically falls down, his hands on your shoulder blades and the small of your back, he draws back his knee, and aims an almighty knee smash into your ribs.

2020-05-22 23:42
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ERIK ATLAS
Still gagging for air I run out of movement on top of Baker. My thumb scores deep and spears Baker in the eye up to the knuckle! I seirusly hope this either kills him or discourages him doing more to me... then UGHAWGHHHhhhhhh!!! Cameron's knee carves into my side. I expect him to be down longer, but these guys are trained to fight where I got training to take hits and keep going...

My ribs were still plenty sore from Steel's abuse and that shot scored deep and hurt so back my hands caint move... The impact rolls me off Baker and my thumb disengages from Baker with a bloody pouring from his head. My bare chest splattered rolling twice on the floor... double spear and the knee fucked me good... gagging trying to take in breath....

My head spins from the pain and see the face of Garcia laughing with Beck, a mere 20 minutes before Steel arrived. Grief and fury still raging in my head forcing me to get up and screaming about my weakness.. i try and land faceplant on the floor hurting...

2020-05-23 00:20
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AT THE BASE
Cameron collapses on top of Baker. Baker has stopped screaming now, and Cameron tries to get up, but falls down back on Baker, his balance still fucked. He looks over and his guts churn as he sees that Baker has stopped screaming, and indeed, isn't going to be screaming anymore. Cameron looks over at Atlas, he starts to feel a deep thick fury bubbling in his guts. Baker hadn't been his friend, not exactly. He hadn't been what you'd call an upstanding beacon of humanity. But Cameron knew the kind of shit that he had been through. Life had never given this dude a break, and now Atlas had taken it from him. The final shitty end to a series of fuck ups for the man. Cameron had always wished that Baker could have had a break, had something go right for him, just once. And then one thing had. Derek had lifted him up out of his shitty existence as a modern gladiator, cleaned him up, given him a second chance. Like he'd given all of them. And then Atlas happened.

Roaring, he leapt on top of Atlas, a surge of adrenaline pulsing through his veins as the big heavyweight slammed onto Atlas's back. He reached down, straddling Atlas's back, looking to grab the back of the man's head by his hair and yank it up off the floor, then cock his other fist, trying to slam a savage hook down into the big dude's trapped jaw, powered by a fury that he seldom tapped into.

2020-05-23 00:33
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ERIK ATLAS
I faceplant again and then the pounding fury of Cameron lands on my back! Hammering punches rain down - he tries grabbing my buzz cut hair and it's not the handle he was expecting. Screaming in rage he's pounding on me. I cover my head as he hammers on my arms and back - a shield wall of muscle he's not getting through.

Pulling up to my knees with everything I got just enough to lift him. I try to forward roll and dont have the stamina for that. so flash a turn under him. I make it halfway to my back and feel Cameron flatten on me to keep control - his emotions raging. I'm waiting for Baker to thrash in and my adrenaline is a loan shark pumping me to act, knowing Imma paying for it later. I take pride in my open hand attacks - they move a man. I SLAM my left hand into Cameron's chest firing him, off me over my legs!

I gag for air and thrash to my feet...scanning for Baker.

OH shit.... a lurch in my heart. I really scored that hitchhiker. I look at Baker, up with fists up to guard. Then eyes meet with Cameron. His fury and pain is evident. Am I sorry? Not really. I know his pain, I felt it watching Steel kill my men. I feel light headed and sick, I aint a killer and just scored two out of fear and desperation. OK maybe some hate too.

5 seconds passed. I speak....

"Steel.... did this to all my men...." pointing at Baker. "I'm a trainer. Not a combatant.... he took me here.... I...." This is where normal people say "I'm sorry " and we both know I aint. It falls dead in my mouth. "THIS! This is what we are now. Unless u change it."
He's saying nothing - his mind churning....
"I'm leaving. or you're next.... And then I leave." Cameron is silent. I back toward the door, Baker's blood still running down my chest. I don't take eyes off Cameron, backing toward the door.

2020-05-23 00:58
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AGENT DEREK STEEL
Cameron is flung off your back, over your legs, then makes his way to his feet, in a fighting stance. He watches as you stagger back to your feet, his chest heaving as he masters the surge of emotion running through his veins.

He listens to your words, senses the turmoil in them. Then as you slowly start to back up, Cameron speaks, following slowly, cautiously, his voice hard as iron, reverbrating with a deep passion, "Steel saved my life. He saved my brothers life. You don't know shit about who he really is. You just think you do. I'd take a bullet for that man any day of the week, and he'd do the same for us. You say you are not a combatant... but the SHARKs he killed were, weren't they? He killed them, but not you. Did you ever stop to think about that?" Cameron walks forward, knowing he probably didn't stand a chance, but he meant every word he'd said. Then, suddenly,

A voice rings out from behind Atlas. "Cameron. Stand down soldier. You did well, and I can't tell you how fucking proud of you I am, save one little detail that we'll chat about later." Cameron nods, relaxes and backs off.

"Atlas. You want to fuck with my men? Then why don't you pick on someone your own size?" I stand, side on in a fighting stance, holding a steel baton in one hand, bare chested, interrupted in the middle of changing, my hard hairy muscle tightly corded, tensed and battle ready. My eyes are flashing, my focus is laser sharp as I stand between you and the exit.

2020-05-23 01:18
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ERIK ATLAS
I'm about to let Cameron know how much I feel grateful for being kidnapped after seeing my men killed. I hear your voice behind me, and get that sucking feeling in my gut. You say shit about picking on someone my own size. I look at Baker and note he's like 30 pounds over me... I see u got a steel baton and grimly know this is gonna hurt.

"Look it that Cameron.. Steel saved u again. Maybe yu should run along and get a mop for Baker... Oh yea, Trey has it. My bad..." keeping eyes on Steel, but right on cue, Cameron screams rushing me, bowing to rage. I understand him - I could've got on my bike and reported to 686 HQ and walked away. Some of us are just bad at walking away... so is Cameron. I turn and grab his arm, JUDO throw to the floor between me and Steel... I know this aint hurting him but keeping him between me and Steel for a fighting chance. I rush deeper into the room and get to the dumbell rack - 5 pound dumbells in each fist, heaving in pain and frantic to get out of here, fists up ready - 25 feet separating us.

2020-05-23 01:57
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AGENT DEREK STEEL
My eyes narrow as you successfully goad Cameron into rash action. You judo flip my big,muscled medic down hard to the floor between us. You rush deeper into the gym and arm yourself with dumb bells in each hand. Good strategy. I don't immediately follow you, but take a few moments to help Cameron up, "Leave Cameron, now. I've got this." He stumbles up and staggers out the door, clearly wanting to stay, but knowing better than to disobey a direct order.

I start to advance on you, you having had plenty of time to prep yourself. I close the distance with you, watching carefully for those five pound weighted fists, my guard up, my stance careful. Not going to underestimate you.

2020-05-23 02:08
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ERIK ATLAS
I weaponize the pair of five pound dumbells as you help Cameron up. It's hard to describe how hard it is to kill my rage watching you two. You pick up him with Fatherly care and he listens. You touch. He adores you and swallows his grief and rage and adrenaline without looking at me and walks away. Everything I had with my men in 686 as a civilian trainer on display right there. The loving care to build men strong, test them hard, bandage their wounds after making them - having the family of men I was always denied until I built my own.

I build men - I don't kill men. Here you are enjoying all that I had - here I am killing men when that's not my thing. In 6 short hours, what you took from me and made me be, or die. HOW DARE YOU do this to me? Words unsaid, but after all this, I know yur not stupid and u see what I see.

I sober up and take four fast deep breaths and recover and kill my rage, kill my heart, kill my love, kill my hate - and become a surgeon looking at cancer. AND I CHARGE.... close to ten feet and HURL that weight at you like a rocket, football trained to aim for the numbers - 5 pounds of iron coming at you like a rocket - 300 pounds of muscle coming at you like a semi on a midnight road! the weight HITs and I Tackle you down!

2020-05-23 11:10
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AGENT DEREK STEEL
As Cameron turns to go, my eyes are locked on yours. I see the unfolding of, what to you is, a very unpleasant realization. I smile, then, reading the emotions playing across your face. You want to stick me into a simple box, you want to stick yourself in a simple box, with clean black and white labels. But you are finally realizing in your thick skull that I do not fit in one of your boxes. And you are hating me because you are realizing you don't fit in the box either. And the best bit is.. you are blaming me for it. Just like the soldiers you trained. Shifting responsibility for his actions to another.

Damn, the truth hurts. And I'm going to pay for this. And that's okay. It was worth it. Truth is a beautiful thing.

Then, that five pound weight comes at me like a rocket. FUCK ME!!! Right towards the middle of my chest! Almost no time to react, I snap my baton across my bare, hairy pecs like a bar, holding the other end in my hastily raised hand. The weight smashes into my jury rigged defense, I absorb some of the blow, but the weight slams the baton against my chest with a brutal force. I'm gonna have a nice horizontal bruise across my pecs if I get out of this alive. I release my grip, and the baton snaps back out to the side as I open my arms up nice and wide.

You are charging right behind, a 300 lb unstoppable juggernaut. I can't fight this, and just let myself utterly relax into the inevitable, exhaling my wind as your shoulder plows into my hard, hairy abs, my thick muscled body doubling up over your shoulder, my hands coming down near your butt as I jack knife from the force.

There isn't any way for me to counter this kind of unstoppable force, no clever trick or quick response is going to make a difference to the hurricane that is Atlas. Some things you just have to accept. As the pain erupts in the middle of my finely trained core like a shockwave rippling out from a boulder thrown into a lake, I can only hope that my body is up to the task of helping me navigate the aftermath.

We slam into the floor with terrific force, sliding along at least six feet from the horizontal impact, with me overriding every natural instinct, keeping my self relaxed, trying to ride the bruising pain and force like a surfer would ride the crest of a tidal wave. Eventually, we come to a stop just outside the doors to the gym, in the hall. I'm feeling pretty battered, but I've still got the strength to say, gasping, "Fuck... truth... hurts... don't it... Atlas?"

2020-05-24 00:09
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ERIK ATLAS
The hand weight rockets at you - i think it's a first, I haint surprised you once in any of this - even when I tore the ceiling down. The dumbell hits you and you bring up your baton and block - I sure dint expect it to hit you - I wanted ME to hit you - and WE HIT! The momentum carrying across the gym, mats and to the doors SLAMMING through them - that's the way OUT and that's where I'm going...

We hit with a skid mark and my bottle fury is still in hell somewhere eating bacon and I'm working to take you out and end this place one man at a rime. "You say something about TRUTH and I almost lose it and fuel my fight - body hurting for that car-crushing hit from Baker and Cameron - I dint feel it in the ground work but getting up and flying around making it obvious - putting that pain away and driving the attack - Right hand with the weight up as we hit and I mount you! My left hand sweeps your defenses and BAMMMMM!!! I cinch up my mount on you and my knee weighs hard on your baton arm... now the fists! BAM BAMMMMMM BAM BAM BAMMMMMMM!!! I carve through your defenses and SLAM yur face splattering blood on the nice clean floor and wall beyond.

2020-05-24 07:05
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AGENT DEREK STEEL
I'm struggling against your massive weight, you've mounted me now, and before I can try to pull in my guard, you pin my right arm with your knee, my baton neutralized, grunting with pain, trying to hold my left arm up for some kind of defense. Your own left just sweeps my arm aside, and you bash your fist down into my face. FUCKKKKKKKKKk... Seeing twinkling lights.

Then it hits again and again and again and again. Every time I pull my left up to try and block some of the damage, you sweep it aside again. I'm in all kinds of serious trouble, my face is getting turned into hamburger meat, my nose is broken, blood streaming down my face, and I cough mid attack, sending some blood spraying out, and a tooth. My face is cut in several places, and I'm starting to feel very light headed... I'm a strong man, I can take a LOT of punishment. I guess it's time to see just how much I can take.

The pain is a rising tide that threatens to wash away my consciousness, my ability to think. So I let it. I trust my body, and relax. Either I will survive or I won't. I don't have any choice in the matter except to ride the storm that is Atlas.

My left hand stops trying to defend. Instead, I reach up and place my hand on your right side. The bruising around your ribs and core is noticeable. On instinct, that thumb jabs inwards suddenly, directly over your floating short rib. There is a satisfying POP as my thumb stabs in deep, knocking your floating rib out of alignment, something which is extraordinarily painful.

I'm counting on the natural reaction to lean over and protect the pain point to work in my favor. At the same time, I breath in as deeply as I can, flex my trapped right arm, grab your right arm just above the elbow, tighten my abs, and HEAVE to my left, your right, pulling down on your right arm and pushing up with every ounce of power I can muster. It's do or die. If this doesn't succeed, than I'm not sure I have a plan B.

2020-05-24 07:37
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ERIK ATLAS
I score some brutal slams - and yur defenses crumble - my heart rages in a wild hope I can get the fuck out of here. My eyes snap wide UGHHHFAWK! It seemed the smallest thing, your hand STABS me in the ribs - and fukkk that hurts - I fall forward in reflex and yur body smothered by my chest - pulling me to roll!? OK! - My legs clamp around you in the roll and I CRUSH DOWN trapping you on your left side - SQUEEZE and transfer the weight - SLAP at your face again as my legs carve into your body - SURPRISE BITCH yur in some bad trouble now - this is the crush I use to take out masters and monsters!!

2020-05-24 08:13
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AGENT DEREK STEEL
My eyes widen in shock as I feel your legs start to compress my own core. I throw was only half successful, but even so, I gotta admit this is a slight improvement over having my fucking face turned into hamburger meat.

Then you really start to squeeze... ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh. Maybe I spoke too soon.

I'm taking erratic, shallow breathes each one coming at a great cost and with terrific effort. My eyes are flashing, and I've quickly given up on trying to keep my core flexed. That isn't going to protect my ribs from getting crushed. I'm either going to escape this quickly, or I'm going to get squeezed in two by this fucking monster.

I can feel my ribs start to cave in.... I let out a steam whistle of pure agony as I feel one of them crack... I bring my right hand up, free now, and still holding my baton, try to drive it into the pit of your gut like a spear with every ounce of strength I can muster, my right arm rippling with desperate, savage power.

2020-05-24 09:13
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ERIK ATLAS
watching you quit spending stamina on flexing - my legs CARVE IN DEEP and SNAP pop - You cry out in serious pain and I CRUSH HARDER - yur maneuvering your spearing move with my weight transfer from hand to hand - The busted rib slows u an important beat - BAMMMM rocking your head with my weighted left hook! DRIVE yur face into the floor - yu FIRE that spearing shot and UGHHHHFAWWKKK - still on your left side, my right, my flex slackens as I gag hard for breath - yu shocked my core!

SLAM yur head again! - weaker, but thats what the 5 pound weight is for.
I flex legs but makes me wanna barf from the shock to the gut so its half power, still yur nose a flattened mess, yur eyebrow cut and right eye swelling bad and now blood from yur lips as the squeeze around you is racking up internal damage...

2020-05-24 09:24
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AGENT DEREK STEEL
You have that fucking five pound dumb bell in your hand, and you are using it against my head. My nose is shattered by that fucking weight, gonna take some serious plastic surgery. Forcing me to breathe through my mouth.

Then you hit me a second time, I try to pull my head back, but I don't quite make it, you open a huge cut over my right eye, and it starts to swell. FUCK.... Finding it hard to keep my focus, knowing that one or two more shots and I'm knocked out, and dead soon after.

At least driving my baton into your core slackened the pressure on my core. Hurts like fuck, one of my ribs is broken, but the pressure is lessened enough that there is some value now in flexing core, which I do with tight bursts of breath. I can taste the blood welling up form my battle damaged core, spitting out of my mouth with each breath I'm forcing into my lungs.

You raise that left arm of yours to bash me, and I lash out, breathing through the searing agony building up in my core and my head, snapping that heavy steel baton against your left wrist. It's a move that would normally break a man's wrist, but in your case, I'll be happy if it makes you drop the fucking weight.

I turn the baton back now, flex my bicep, and gasping drive it once again deep into the pit of your gut like a spear, this time scrabbling hard with my boots to pull out from between your legs, and bracing my left arm against your hips, pain and agony shooting through me as I fight to get out of your killer scissors.

2020-05-24 09:44
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ERIK ATLAS
I grind the WORST CRUSHING PRESSURE I CAN into your a mans body crushing the fuck out of you aiming to break your insides and bash yur face in. Yur flagging badly - and thats when yu fuckers pull out tricks - i ignored the baton to go in for the kill - yu SLAM my wrist and the weight drops and scatters 4 feet away SPEAR MY GUTS! UGhhh gaggging again - hands grab your baton and yu rock me to my back as my legs slacken - i ROCK THE momentum landing on my left side and carry you with me! My guts spasming and wanna crush you more - thats gonna work badly...wrenching the baton to disarm - GRAB YUR NOSE.... "JUST TAP... let me GO! You don't need me I FUCKING HATE YOU - You have your boys and let me walk away!"

CRUSHING painful wrench on your nose!

My confusion is getting to big to measure - I want to kill this fuker - might even be able to if I get control of that baton - and I shielded him from the falling ceiling and torn up about killing his men. More hurt about killing Baker and scarring Cameron. I scream inside wrenching your nose and know that hurts horrible and hate myself.... I go cold again knowing yur gonna kill me the seconds chance...WRENCH for pain and gonna tear it off

2020-05-24 10:04
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AGENT DEREK STEEL
I manage to get upright for a brief moment, then you rock us back to your left side. I grunt with the effort, pain lancing through my face, my core, my broken rib having done some internal damage.

Spearing you a second time seems to have fucked you up pretty bad, the pressure from your body scissors has fallen off considerably, and I focus on my center, inviting all the pain to move through me freely, not resisting not blocking, continually checking in with my body. I can still hold my core flex, despite the broken rib and the internal damage, for now. My face is badly bashed up, nose is fucked, right eye covered in blood, swollen shut. Cheeks lacerated. Head pounding with pain.

You grapple with me for the baton, but I've got a firm grip, and I'm not about to let go of it easy. You reach out then, and grab my nose, and a whole new level of pain lances through my face. You are trying to fucking tear my nose off...

AUUURGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

I bellow in agony. But even in my agony, your words sink deep into my being. I hear what you say, and then I hear what you mean. You aren't fighting me... you are fighting yourself. I am just a proxy for that. You want to be one of my men. You need to be one of my men. You can't possibly allow that to happen. The struggle is tearing you apart. This is not about hate. This is about the opposite. This is about finding a place that looks like home and thinking you could never belong. You have no idea who the men were that were helping you. I have no idea what's going to happen when you find out. I never thought we'd be here.

Well.
Fuck me.

There is a unique truth in that insight that carries with it both a responsibility on my part and a power to act. Everything slowed down to the speed of molasses. I balanced on a fine edge as you started to tense yourself to try and tear my nose off. My arm was suddenly around your wrist, my fingers powered by a surge of adrenaline, moving for just a few moments into that space, that place where the superhuman briefly becomes possible. The same place that allowed Atlas to pull the ceiling down.

The same place that allowed Derek Steel to crush the soft underside of your wrist, forcing it to drop like a stone from my nose, streaming blood, and twisted at a very unnatural angle. With a savage heave, I pulled my knee in and up to my chest, breaking your weakening scissors in the process, and sliding forward, immediately swinging my legs and body behind you.

I push, rolling you over onto your chest, reaching under your chest with my arm and grabbing the front of my baton. I groan with effort, but manage to pull that baton down, my two arms against your one, then I pull it up into your ribs as I tuck my elbows deep into my sides, my lats flaring with a clear surge of power, the blood from my mangled face starting to pool between your shoulder blades. My core aching, battered, and bleeding inside. I'm writing checks that my body might not be able to cash later, but there are times in our lives where this must be done. And Cameron is a very good medic. I'm counting on it for both myself and for you.

I find just the right position, then, start to crush with a scream of both effort and pain, my face buried between your shoulder blades, the muscles on my back rippling with power as I pull the baton up into your core, cutting deep into it, my forearms and elbows squeezing inwards against your ribs at the same time, my whole body trembling with terrific force. Cameron comes back, stopping just around the corner, watching with awe as I manage to speak through the terrific effort and extraordinary pain I'm expending with my reverse bearhug, finally answering your cry, "NO... NOT... GONNA TAP... YOU NEED ME AND MY MEN... YOU DESERVE IT... SO TAP ATLAS!"

2020-05-24 12:35
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ERIK ATLAS
TRAINING DAY - FIGHTING OUTSIDE THE GYM
If you fuck me up enough I go cold, and a surgical precision takes over that make me do what need to be done.

Under that is futility

It's hard to explain the demoralizing crush of every competent thread in my heart and my head to have you pry my hand off in spite of my power advantage, snake out of my mankiller crush like it wasn't there, and mount my back. I make ready for the inevitable chokehold that fighters finish with and mistakenly lift my arms to guard against it. It doesn't happen.

The baton threads around me and yu keep a two handed grip on it, under my chest, under my body cutting into my ribs. It's not like any man-squeeze move you can flex against - the sheer pounds per inch applied alone that meridian where the baton is carving in it EXCRUCIATING

CRUSHING FUTILITY SINKS IN TOO

no!
I get driven flattened- yu carve in DEEP. AWIIIUGHHHHHHHHH! I scream as my ribs are separated and there's no flex that stops it. POUNDING my fist in the floor....gawd this hurts!!! Thrashing I get up to my feet and throw elbows back! and the pain is worse.... I pull to stand - that cold move to fight driving me - I get crushed flat . I get up again! and roll your ride it and put me face down. I.... Can't.... breathe.... hammering my fist to the floor. FUTILITY

NO NO NO NO

"Gawd.... why wont u kill me..." grieving tears running my face as I melt in pain that's wrecking my core. "I can't fight...." hands pushing agains your hands not working...nothing working.

You feel my shoulders slacken...
Futility.

I tap
"Kill... me...already..."

2020-05-24 15:04

AGENT DEREK STEEL
Now it's down to the wire. I dug so deep to gain your back that the well was empty.... but that didn't stop me, I just dug it a bit deeper to find what I needed. Warning signals are flooding into my brain from my body, my face, my core. I ignored them all, and just kept squeezing. I was nothing now but the squeeze.

The flex of bicep. The tightening of my lats. The tensing of my damaged core. The steel hard texture of my forearms as I pulled that baton into your ribs with everything I could muster. The crushing force doing nearly as much damage to me as to you, my broken ribs.... wait I thought it was only one.... well, apparently there was more than one .... doing more internal damage as I forced my core to obey my will.

But nothing, not heaven, or earth, or Atlas himself was going to fucking dislodge my grip on this man. He needed this. Every man had to learn how to surrender. Not just tap out, but surrender. Completely. Utterly. Without any hope. It was time for Atlas to learn it as well. Although in his case, I think it was going to take more than one lesson. If I survived this, I might even be there to teach him the second one.

I felt the baton slowly make it's way deeper and deeper into your might core. Carving a path of sheer destruction, decimating your strong, powerful core muscles, your abs, your lats, your ribs bending inward from the savage force, starting to seperate one by one.

I was only vaguely aware as you somehow manage to get to your feet, somehow manage to throw elbows back as I crushed inwards tighter and tighter. But my whole being was focused on this one task.... CRUSHING YOU OUT. This was the irresistable force vs. the immovable object. This was a battle between Titans. I shouldn't have been able to even get out of your scissors, and you shouldn't have been able to even begin to stand up. But I had, and you did. So I roared, and crushed you flat again. Then you rolled me over, and I screamed inside my head as your weight compounded the savage injuries to my battle-damaged muscle. But I would not relent, and heaved us back over to flatten you again.

I crushed... and crushed... carving devastation through your core... and was barely aware when you started to slacken... to cry out.... begging me to kill you... I was so in the zone, so utterly focused on this one task that when you submitted, when you tapped out, I couldn't really accept it. It didn't even seem possible... I sluggishly tried to process what was happening, then I jerked even tighter... there was a series of savage CRACKKK SNAPPPP POPPp as I pulled in the baton even deeper, breaking a whole slough of your ribs and cause a stream of blood to pour out of your mouth.

I looked up then, your head laying on it's side, and saw, through my one remaining eye a sight that pierced through my battle frenzy like an arrow of purity. Tears. Glistening on your cheeks, reflecting the light from the corridor lighting. I relaxed, and in a haze, crawled forward. Your eyes were closed now, and you were well knocked out, deeply. Your breath coming in gasps and shudders, convulsions wracking your wrecked muscle. And I bent down, and kissed your cheek, the intimacy of the moment one of the most intense I'd ever experienced. My one good eye released a tear all of it's own.

I stood up, and noticed Cameron looking on, several other guards behind him. There was a question in his eye, a look of wonder on his face. I nodded, then began to issue orders... "Take... him.... tend... to him... then... put him... in the pit.. He.. He..." I looked at astonishment as my body started to tremble. I cough... more blood coming up. I look at Cameron, a puzzled expression.

He looks .... sad? Afraid? He rushes forward and catches me. Why would he do that? I can stand on my own two feet. I'm feeling so woozy now... Oh right... my body is cashing those checks, but I think the bank balance has gone negative. Cameron is crying now, he can't do that, it's not allowed... He touches the ruin of my face, and says, "I've got you Derek.. don't worry, let go... trust me. I've got you.. I'll take care of everything." I said... "Oh... well then... well done Cameron.." And then, I didn't know anything else for a very long while.

2020-05-24 23:36

SEE PART IV
https://erikatlas.blogspot.com/2020/06/erik-atlas-vs-agent-derek-steel.html

ERIK ATLAS VS AGENT DEREK STEEL - TRAINING DAY IV

continued from part 3
THE CONCLUSION
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Atlas is subdued by Agent Derek Steel but Steel sustains horrible injuries pulling this off. Both men collapse and Atlas is once again in the hands of Agent Steel's right hand man, Cameron.
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ERIK ATLAS
This feels like a bobsled run as I wake
The bobsled run was real slow.
I looked at the white track trail behind me. Red line - white trail.
Am I bleeding?
Then I wake up

I feel the floor sliding under me. It's not a bobsled. The red line is the blood running out of my mouth. I was out. My arms up as I'm being dragged over the cleanest white institutional linoleum floor. I must be stepping up in life. The floors I bleed on now are much cleaner.

My right side is throbbing with my heart beat - I might have two broken ribs...maybe three.

I remember, Agent Steel got on my back, I wrecked him good and he kept fighting, and crushed his baton into my ribs, slowly carving deep into my body. I fought hard. I never felt a force so focused splitting into my ribs. They hurt bad now. Suddenly a boot cleaved a kick into my ribs! AWUGHHHH!

"I 'fink killing you would save ebrebody time..." The voice was deep and spoke with a hard speech impediment. It must be my personal body dragger. Clutching my guts in pain I look up - and yea, if Baker had a big half brother that was a troll and his mother fed him with a slingshot, regularly.

I hear booted feet come closer and it's Cameron. I'm in such trouble. But no, he ignores me and grabs the troll by the face, looking up to him making him about 6'8" - "You have a job. DO IT! I am fixing the boss and I need to trust you to follow the Boss' orders."

The big galoot gets a look like he's a bad puppy, "He hurt Steel."

"Yes and you get to put him into the pit where Mike is gonna sort him out," Cameron puts on his best smiling pediatrics nurse face. "Won't that be good?" the laugh is more ape than human. "Hurrr hurrr hurrrrrr..." Cameron pats his cheek and massages the meaty roll at the back of his neck. "Then we have pizza. Your favorite. ok?"

A voice off the hall shouts to Cameron, "They have a plastic surgeon on call, they are sending him now. He'll be here in 2 hours!"

"OK set up room 4 and I'll be assisting. Make sure the mess hall is working normal meals. Keep the base on stand by. Gas the vehicles, and make sure you take a break now because you don't get another in the next 3 days." They obey him instantly.

Then he kneels next to me. Our eyes meet.
His hands grab his head and rub over his face. He starts, "Erik.... I..." he head droops. Shakes his head. "Ok Tonka, take him to Mike. "

I want to fight this real bad and thrash quickly and find they bound my legs. After seeing what they did to his boss, I am not surprised. "Remember Tonka, don't hurt him more. This is Mike's turn."

...and I get dragged. I scramble looking for something to grab onto. I snag a doorway. Tonka pulls me off. We go through a big doorway and he drags me over a steel grate. He turns and smiles - his mother would be proud. the red button on the wall looks greasy and used. He hits it.

The grate I'm on opens and i FALL!

I hit three things in the 15 foot fall and land on a cement floor with a painful impact - the place smells like a zoo. I look around frantic - my body hurts so bad my vision it blurred. "Hope Mike Likes you." Tonka's voice echoes down. "He likes to wrestle." i get myself sitting up and find my ankles wrapped in industrial sticky plastic wrap. And its a good choice for big men. It resists stretching and tearing, self stick. I'm gonna have to work that hard.

I hear water dropping slightly into a pool. and the walls open. I'm in a massive aquarium maybe 50' x 50' with three islands of rock surrounding a pool about 3' deep. There's three walls of glass and dim lighting outside - and 20 men watching. Dressed in skin tight black gear, muscled like apes, all like extras from 300 and watching with interest.

I start tearing my legs free and I see what looked like a rock stacked on rocks MOVES... the stack to my left moved. OH FUCK - the triangular spade head is the size of my fists doubled together. It's not a stack of rocks - it's a Massive snake - ohhhh this must be Mike. I have no idea how big he is, but he must like men. he doesn't shy away from me, but looks interested. From his coiled perch on the rock stack about 20 feet from me he slowly comes toward me. I frantically work to get my legs free.

2020-05-25 12:10
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AT THE BASE
Mike's head turns towards you, his wedge shaped head weaving back and forth as he raises up from his self-made nest of coils. His tongue flickers in and out, tasting the air. Mike hisses gently, apparently smelling something he likes very much. Slowly at first, then with a gathering speed, Mike weaves sinuously back and forth, uncoiling his length one layer at a time. He was a very big snake, about 9 metres long. The rippling along Mike's very long torso spoke of a tremendous strength.

The men standing outside the glass looked on with a sense of anticipation as the enormously long Python began to undulate closer and closer to your frantically struggling form. Mike's head comes with range of your head. Mike rears up, his head weaving back and forth, sampling the air.

The men all started suddenly as Mike snaps forward his teeth latching onto your right ear, as his coils surge with an incredible power and speed, pulling your body on top of his coils, seeking to begin wrapping you up. Mike was very hungry.

2020-05-26 07:11
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ERIK ATLAS
I have my legs almost free and Mike comes over closer and closer... he's FUCKING HUGE. I am not a know it all but over 20 feet is a mankiller. I am shaking off the shadow of Steel - I see his men in the outer area. They all sit up and start when wthey see Mike after me. I'm frantic to get the plastic wrap off my legs and get a good length off and kick free - and MIKE STRIKES!. He grabs the side of my head - I nearly scream in panic! the teeth like a flash of 20 knives hook into the flesh of my ear and pull me on top. The coils are thick as my leg, maybe more, and start moving slowly to accept me into this embrace of death... NO NO NO!

I shake my head furiously RIPPING free from that bite shredding my ear in the process and pulling away rolling off him. AWUGHHH... painful tearing in the cartilage of my ear and I dont wanna see if i have an ear...His face lunges at me so fast - but the fucker needs to know this is Atlas - RIGHT HOOK connects with that head as it lunges at me and spins to the left hissing a sound like someone tearing a carpet end to end. My heart is hammering - my ribs HURT so bad from being wrecked by Steel and know if this thing gets around me, even the slightest squeeze is going to hurt.

...so.... it has to die.

or me.

I scramble and get up turning a full circle and see the room. The pond, rocks in stacks. The ceiling grate. the windows. I back off till I hit windows. I feel the beasts on the other side hammering on the windows to get Mike to come over this way. or maybe to harass me - and who fucking cares. Mike is focused on me again and sliding over fast. His body spreading out as if to limit escape routes. On the other side of the pond, there's hand sized rocks.

I commit to a plan in stead of freezing - I BOLT for the pond! - I bet my life that it might be easier to cross the water than climb the two huge piles of rock on either side. I hit the water and slide chest boat style over the water leaving a red streak of blood from my ear and the other injuries I got.

2020-05-26 22:07
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AT THE BASE
Mike seems confused as you rip your head away from his teeth latched onto your ear. His head is smashed to the side by your massive fist, and he feels a flash of pain. But his flexible body absorbs the blow without significant damage, hissing loudly in annoyance, pain, and confusion. Prey should not fight back.

Mike waves his head back and forth a few more times, clearing out the lingering effects of his meal's very powerful strike. He watches, bemused, as his prey scrambles up and seeks to escape. He runs then towards the pond.

Mike, being 9 metres long, is still partially coiled around the pile of rocks he was napping on when his lunch was dropped down. Using this anchor, he quickly slithers back, undulating with an impressive speed, his head curving in a broad U returning to his base. The large morsel throws himself in the water. And Mike surges forward, uncoiling his huge, powerful body striking forward with a blur of speed, his teeth securing a grip on your calf, and hauling you back to the small shore between the two rock piles where he can attempt to prepare you for consumption again.

The men outside the large Terrarium cheer as his teeth sink into your calf muscle.

2020-05-27 00:55
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ERIK ATLAS
I FEEL THE PULL BACK AFTER MY DIVE - the water refreshing, even though its stinky and thicker. Blinking to get my face clear I turn and see I'm hauled back to the shore - it was only 3 meters to get to the rocks and I got hauled back - SHIT that pain was the 20 knives of that bite sunk into my leg! I SLAM a huge fist into that head watching that sinuous body reeling up behind as it pulls me into his circle again. HAMMERING and HAMMERING to get that mouth off me...leaning back to kick at it. Lengths of that fucking plastic on my leg. I tear it off my leg and find I HAVE ABOUT 5 FEET OF IT....ok.... aint out running this.... my hand makes a fout finger SPEAR and THRUST into Mike's eye! It's mouth opens hiSSSSIng!!! I have to fight fast... i SAM an arm around its neck SQUEEZING HEADLOCK... right hand winging plastic around the jaws, hoping I can limit its breathing as well... ((while I'm at it I hope for a white Christmas, an end to disease and famine in the world, a good light beer, and a different ending to Star Wars. I know this is a longshot))

2020-05-27 11:39
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AT THE BASE
Mike pulls you back towards his looped coils. opening up to make a space for your body. The prey is fighting hard. He kicks hard against Mike's head, Mike looks confused, but just bites harder, sinking his teeth deeper into your fleshy calf. Finally though, the pain grows enough that Mike releases you. He's pulled you up back onto the shore though, and the coils of his body are slithering all around you.

You tear that plastic off your leg, then spear your finger forward into his eye!! Mikes reflexes are fast, and he closes his eyelids, but you hurt him alot, he hisses wildly, pulling his head back. You strike, wrapping your arm around his neck, and trying to wing the plastic around his jaws.

But the plastic is battered, torn from being ripped off your legs, and slick with water and blood besides. It's hard to make it stay in place, it keeps sliding off. The whole time you are trying to squeeze Mike in the headlock, your grip keeps slipping up and down his scales, slick with water and blood. The whole time, Mike is beginning to get his coils in place. The slimy plastic slides free, and Mike strikes forward, his jaws clamping onto your face, holding you down as his coils start to wrap around your legs, up to your thighs.

2020-05-27 22:14
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ERIK ATLAS
The wrap MIGHT have worked - and the whole world is like that. Too many Super Bowl moments are based on "Might have worked" - but when those jaws snapped on my face and I got to look down that throat, I realized I'm dead. No one comes away from this. My heart sinks - I wanna see the manager. I want a refund. I am going to appeal. I hope someone saves me. The shrieking horror overcame me quickly.

And then the fire burst intto form.

I'm Atlas and I don't need a face.

My hands, proud of having brick breaking power, gripped into the lipline of the huge Python and worked inside up to those razor teeth. Huge muscle in my back and arms flares into action and PULL peeling outward and RIP the jaws from my face. The first view I get is through the glass of the men standing slackjawed watching me tear free, the bite turning my face into a bloody mess, SCREAMING with the effort, and this isnt a fashion moment. I ain't pretty - this has gone primal and I will live through this!

Mike thrashes left and right - the phrase "you don't get leverage on a snake" trues up and my hands slip... I GRAB the neck, fingers biting in deep. Without mercy those coils lap up my legs to my waist - my squeezing grip occupying both hands - I'm too busy to stop the engulfing embrace. I have to make this grip work. MY HANDS SQUEEZE and I feel the plating of scales rupture and bleed!

2020-05-28 05:32
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AT THE BASE
Mike suddenly feels confused as his prey reaches inside his mouth and somehow pries his jaws open. Mike's head weaves back in annoyance. He hisses directly in your face. The smell of blood is in the air, and Mike knows only that he needs his food. He darts his head right and left, seeking to once more immobilize his prey.

The men watching gasp as the look at the bloody mess your face has become. Then you reach up and grab Mike's neck. The circumference of the mighty Python is so thick that you can't quite make your grip reach all around his neck. Still, you begin crushing desperately. Mike hisses now in pain as his some of his scales are ripped in half from the pressure. Yet, instinctively, he keeps wrapping up your lower body, and now the first coils begin to work themselves around your core, your abs and ribs.

He tightens suddenly, pressure starting to crush your broken ribs. That's when desperately, Mike strikes, this time at the closest thing he can reach, your massive right bicep. His teeth sink deeply into the powerful muscle, and the utter shock and pain makes your hand go slack. Without pressure on both sides, his neck slips free from your left hand. Mike is hurt there though, blood leaking from his scales, and the muscles are damaged, he has to work around them. With the added distraction, the huge Python manages to get another coil around you, this time wrapping up your solar plexus itself.

2020-05-28 09:00
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ERIK ATLAS
I scored more damage than I expected and crushed in harder and harder. Mike thrashed out of my grip and then HITS my right arm. AWUGHHH!!! The pain is incredible! He saws into my bicep and the coils swallow my legs pinning them together. It's impossible to sit up any more and pinned on my back - and he's HEAVY. Roiling smooth-scaled muscle engulfs my hips and waist and up over my ribs as I fight to get those jaws off my arm.

And nothing is stopping the squeeze now. There's still plenty more of Mike to go around and my ribs suddenly compressed. "AWUUUUUUUUUUUGHhhhhhh!!" I hear my voice echoing off the glass, and feel my body crushed hard. Gasping for air, finding it's true, yes a snake gets tighter when you exhale. Every breath is a feat of power.

I lay on my right side. I WILL Live thought this! "LET GO!" Commanding it like a dog or something, all I got left is my left fist. And I am powerful. HAMMERING SLAMS into the back of Mike's head! The first three just HURT my arm more....but the fourth splits scales on the top of his head. I Hammer five more times knowing this is probably my last chance to do anything effective against a 30 foot snake. the coils around my body tighten, huge thick, cool and smooth - they flatten against my body, thick as my leg. UAWGHHHH!!!!.... one last hit.... SLAMMMMMMMMM! something breaks - the pain in my arm is making my vision blur and my body is under incredible pressure. In the shadowy reflection of the glass, I see my chest looking huge as the rest of my body is crushed...

"Steel....I'm.... sorry. Stop this....Cameron....please...."

The crushing pressure unrelenting is making my power just leech away... breathing hurts so bad, ribs a thousand pains.... I cough hard and spit a gob of blood on Mike... Then Mike spasms all over - that last hit in his head finally getting into his brain - blood seeps from the damage in his skull and then pours.... I dare to hope and grab the lips of Mike and try pulling, my hands refuse to obey me, shaking from lack of air and pure exhaustion... Still trying to flex to keep my core solid but its a lost battle and I feel another rib bust....then Mike spasms again shaking all over!

2020-05-28 09:47
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AT THE BASE
Mike works his coils around your ribs and solar plexus, and begins to crush in earnest, knowing instinctively to squeeze his powerful body each time you exhale. His coils ripple with incredible strength, beginning to compress you core.you feel cool smooth coils roil slowly around you against your skin invading every personal space. The weight on your chest is mounting. Mike easily weighs over 150 kilos, 315 of your pounds, and just the weight alone is hard to bear. the thickness of a python molds to your body every place it touches you and when he flexes that pliable sinewy power turns to cols steel crushing hard!

Then your left hand starts to smash into the back of Mike's head. He doesn't feel the first blow,or if he did he isn't reacting. But the second blow rattles his brains. His reaction is to bite down even harder on your right bicep, sawing painfully into your muscle and scraping bone! Loop after loop- another coil around your body, completely encasing your solar plexus now.

Then a further flurry of blows from Mike's dinner smash into the back of his skull, that massive fist of yours finally causing damage, the scales on the back of Mike's head splitting and bleeding. Mike is aware of tremendous pain, but he has crossed a line now, he has committed himself to this act of feeding and he will not stop now.

Then, further blows slam into the back of Mike's head, and this time the shock starts damaging Mike's brain. Now... Finally Mike decides it is time to retreat, the pain in his head feedbacking to Mike's sense of self preservation that he will die. But, before Mike can uncoil, you slam his head a final time. The damage is severe, and Mike's limited ability to make decisions is destroyed. He can't decide anything anymore, no matter how simple.

All he has left now is pure instinct. Bleeding from the back of his head, the brain damaged snake instinctively, mindlessly continues it's feeding. Mike spasms as blood leaks from his head, temporarily disrupting his motor control. But he keeps tightening, and loops another coil, this time around the might chest of Atlas, the coil right on the lower pecs beneath the nipples. Those broad plates of steel enveloped by Python. He crushes again.

Then he spasms again, as more blood leaks from his head, but he doesn't stop. He simply keeps his teeth locked deep into your right bicep, and begins to loop another coil around the broadest expanse of your chest. There is a sudden give beneath his coils as a rib breaks from the pressure. The men standing around all gasp in shock as a bright fountain of blood gushes out of Atlas's mouth. Looks like it's the end for the troublesome captive. They grin.

AGENT DEREK STEEL
Suddenly, Derek wakes up.

BLINKING - working to see. It takes a few moments for everything to register. The battle with Atlas... his collapse, Cameron catching me as I fell. I was in the infirmary, bandaged and cleaned up. I'm naked beneath the hospital sheets. Then I remember... what had been his final orders. Something about tending to Atlas.... then putting him in the pit. The pit? He had a sudden bad feeling about this. "CAMERON!" And that hurt. I don't want to shout again. And suddenly Cameron was there.

"Hey Boss!! You need to go back to sleep, I've called a plastic surgeon in, he's gonna fix up your nose, but you need your rest man." His face is drawn with concern. I wave that off, my gaze intense, my one eye still swollen shut, my face covered in bandages. "Where did you take Atlas?"

Cameron looks confused.... "Well, the snake pit like you ordered. You wanted him executed, right?" Derek stars. He hadn't meant the snake pit, he'd meant the high security isolation pit, basically a deep hole with no way to climb out. He'd thought that by specifying that Atlas get tended first it would be obvious. But... he didn't really have any clear memories of his final moments consciousness. And thinking about it, it would seem pretty obvious to anyone that Atlas would be fed to Mike. It was standard procedure for escaped prisoners. No one was to blame here, except myself. I'll be damned if I let Atlas get eaten by Mike after all the trouble I went through to keep him alive. I'm not done with Atlas. Not by a long shot. That clear shaft of purity that had let me glimpse into the huge muscle mans inner being was still seared into my mind.

Suddenly, naked as the day I was born, covered in bandages, I throw back the sheets and stagger up to my feet, ripping out the IV leads. Cameron was shocked, and scared, "NO no no! Boss! Derek... don't... please... stay.... Stop!"

I stare at him with what he knows as the, "How dare you defy me" look. His hands up like he surrenders, he slowly touched my hands. "I don't want to lose you." His terror making me strangely vulnerable. We don't have time for speeches. Maybe you need to understand, I care for my men, but sometimes it surprises me that they cared for me too.

I take his hands and look him in the face marshalling the leader inside, "Cameron... we need to save Atlas. I didn't mean the snake pit, I meant the isolation pit. Is he still alive?"

Cameron felt a huge wave of relief, as understanding dawned on him. He knew that something felt wrong about feeding Atlas to Mike, something didn't add up. Derek said, "Help me. Get me my combat knife." I left Cameron to follow orders and started walking towards the Snake Pit at the fastest pace he could manage, pain wracking my body, broken ribs, bandaged but mangled face, screwing every effort into ignoring the pain. Cameron caught up with me slapping my combat knife in his hand. The staff looked stunned at the sight of the naked form of Derek Steel striding down the corridor, with Cameron at his side.

The rough shouts and cheers of my guards gathered around for the show erupted from the entrance to the snake pit. I shoved men aside, naked, and opened up the access hatch, uncoiled the rope ladder, and flew down the rope. Cameron was close behind.

The men enjoying the battle between Mike and Atlas gasped in shock as their naked, wounded leader entered the pit wielding a knife, with Cameron close behind. I found him - oh god - he's completely coiled by Mike. There's blood all over. His huge body was clearly compressed from six coiled around him and more lapping his legs. I wasn't even sure if Atlas was still alive. Blood was flowing out of his mouth. He looked unconscious. Mike was bleeding badly from the back of his head, and it looked like his skull was deformed. Well, as much as I hate to lose Mike, Atlas had to come first. I may be too late. It looks like the huge muscle man had gone down fighting.

None of the other prisoners ever fared like this against Mike.

I lept on top of the coiled snake and man. Prying my knife under the middle coil, my biceps flexed with power and sawed through the body of Mike, with strong fast strokes. I have to hurry. The next minutes are critical!

Then... I cut through the Python's body, and his flexible spine. Like cutting a puppet's string, Mike's body suddenly went limp as blood poured out all over Atlas's crushed body. I turn to Cameron, "Get the infirmary ready, if Atlas is still alive, it's going to be touch and go. He's been savagely crushed." Cameron nods and runs to make preparations. Carefully and quickly I removed Mike's razor grip mouth from Atlas's right bicep, and uncoiled the snake's dead body from around him. Atlas seemed to shudder. His face was a wreck, in as bad a shape as my own, and his ribcage was visibly dented, his ribs broken in several places. Even his mighty chest looked dented, might even have broken an upper rib and pressed a contusion through the depth of that pec muscle as he squeezed into the big Texan. I carefully lifted Atlas in my arms, trying not to move his body.

The men outside looked utterly dumbfounded. Their naked bandaged boss suddenly rescuing the man he'd ordered executed. I use my head to gesture at the carefully concealed door in the side of the Terrarium. Men rush to open it, and I walked out, every step causing agony - I hope I make it to get this done. I ignore the pain though, and walk towards the infirmary, carrying Atlas, covered in blood, his own and Mike's.

The body was laid down on the guerney as Cameron and the other Medics begin the work of cleaning and stabilizing the wounded man titan. I stood there watching, still naked, and not caring. I took a chair and sit to watch the procedure. Damn.

This is a long day...

2020-05-28 22:00

ERIK ATLAS
I could tell I "killed" Mike when the spasms started. I could feel his teeth in my bicep vibrating. The Pain as those teeth sawed in my arm was blinding. I flexed my legs trying to kick him off me. They were crushed tight against each other.The thick sweep of my quads were going numb from the crushing pressure mounting around me. I trashed my left hand trying to stop the coils from wrapping me up more and just helped him lap over my chest pinning my left arm.

"I WILL make IT!" I have to... this was now a game of endurance. A burst of crushing pressure mounted into my waist and over my ribs grinding the broken bones that worse! UGHHHH!!!! When it couldn't get tighter, Mike flexed and his thick coils flattened against me with the pressure doubling every 5 seconds. When it seemed impossible to get tighter, it did. I couldn't breathe. I had to try and nothing came. My head shifting to breath panic. Trying to thrash free and getting nothing. The impossible happens - Mike squeezes tighter! my head back, thick veins standing out in my neck and head. I see the men watching, blood running down my face from the mauling I took tearing Mike off my face.

Then TIGHTER
...
TIGHTER
...
OHgawd...TIGHTER!

.....
PUTkkkkkk! I feel something in me let go and blood vomits from my mouth, and the worst pain splitting my insides. I don't know why fighting Steel made me want to quit, where this just offended me. I might never know. The world went black.
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I open my eyes, and a doctor looks at me. "His eyes are open," she says. "Mr. Atlas can you hear me? You need to stay still. I'm fixing you and you're a mess. Nod if you hear me."

I have a tube up my nose, in my mouth deep down, my right arm is bandaged and too many IVs working at once. I nod. The world swims like shaking a Christmas snow globe. The Doctor is calm but the room explodes into activity. I see Cameron look down into my face...smile, lower his head shaking. "He's alive!" I hear a flurry of noise and instantly in terror of Cameron finishing the job. He holds my left hand. "You're safe. Stay calm."

My blood flows warm like something inside me is burning. They gave me a drug. I stop caring about everything.
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I wake up.
It's night.
I still have a tube in my mouth deep down and everything hurts.

Then Steel's face. His nose is bandaged, his eye blackened but somehow smiling at me. What the fuck is so funny...?
he pushes the button on a side unit. "You're not ready to be awake. ..."
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I have to say something like barfing up a giant squid is unpleasant. Who put that there anyway? It's the tubs - they pull them out and I groan - my voice ragged and very deep. The dry erase board at the foot of the bed says June 20. No thats wrong. Thats a week.
Tomorrow's my Birthday.
Happy 36

Being gone a week - not the first time I done it. But wow, I don't know what happened at work. Metroflex is probably a freakshow after the killings. I'm missing, my Mother is probably making herself very irritating to everyone. I take all this in so fast and still coughing up squid parts. "Mr Atlas, can you breathe?"

I look up and the most handsome Latin porn star is looking at me asking. "I'm your respiratory therapist, Mr. Atlas. Can you breathe?" i draw in a deep breath and gag and cough spasmodically. "Go slow, you've been in a car accident. Your chest was hurt badly and we are helping you heal. Do you remember the accident?"

The coughing is hard. I shake my head, "No."

"Your Bike didn't make it but you did. You're a lucky man, Mr. Atlas," he says this as Agent Steel walks in, dressed in his skin tight black regular gear. He pulls the therapist up by the shirt and hisses at him, "You were told not to brief him. Either you didn't understand me, or you disobeyed me. Which is it?" The man sputters and makes excuses. I could tell Agent Steel didn't care about the actual words the therapist was saying. He is dismissed.

Steel looks at me. The room suddenly feels amazingly crowded. Yes its just him and I. But it's completely impossible to ignore is the death of Trey and Baker (and Mike.) It's impossible for me to ignore is the death of Beck and four other members of the 686 and the whereabouts of Chavez. And deep inside, how I wish all of that wasn't here at all, and it was truly just me and Steel. Well, and a glass of water. My mouth tastes like dead schnauzer.

The silence is very long.

2020-05-29 09:59
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AGENT DEREK STEEL
 I let the silence stretch. I notice by the way that you are working your mouth how thirsty you are. I get up and walk to a sideboard, and plunk a glass of water next to your hospital bed. I lean forward and put my elbows on my knees. My eye still swollen, but at least I can see through it again, my nose covered in bandages. My ribs still taped.

I'm smiling, my characteristic half smile conveying a sense of amusement at the situation. My eyes are sparkling. Finally, I break the silence. "Are you trying to make a liar out of me, Atlas? I continually reassure you that I have no plans to kill you, and yet here you are, only just brought back from the brink of becoming snake food." I sigh then, and shake my head. "I'm going to miss Mike. That, by the way, was a misunderstanding in communication."

I ruefully shake my head. "Good help is hard to come by, but my boys do their best. Not their fault really, I wasn't exactly coherent when I gave my orders before passing out in Cameron's arms. And of course, that is the usual punishment for attempted escapes by combatant prisoners. They didn't realize you weren't a combatant." I give you a penetrating look. "I had to cut Mike in half to get you free of him. Quite a show I was told, the sight of my naked self suddenly dropping into Mike's home and sawing him in half as he was crushing you to death."

ERIK ATLAS
"I'm sure Mike was..." I choke on the next words. Trying to get the water so I can talk. My right arm is in many bandages, fail to actually reach the the water. I left handed reach it and get a sip. Very quietly..."Thank you for..." I run out of words. I'm so confused. All I'm glad is that I ain't dead. "Thank you."

The silence stretches.
and ends

"I am sorry about Baker.... and Trey. I saw you... " Emotions steam roll by words. I take a deep breath.... I try again. "I saw you kill five men and it was faster than hello. I was sure in my heart I was next. I don't think Cameron will ever..." Deep breath. I am trying to find words to tell a killer I'm furious with that I'm sorry for killing men that helped him kill. I am getting pretty selfish wondering where I land after this. I touch my face and there's a rash of bandages. That snake was used as the base's garbage disposal and I have no idea how many men were fed to that thing. I split its skull and I'm not sorry. But it was also majestic and I have a kinky love for big snakes. My emotions are all over the place right now. "This is a mess...."

Talking hurts but I know we need to do this now. "I used to have a pet constrictor. His name was Akhanaten. ..." the unspoken thanks for killing that amazing creature to save me hangs. "Uhhh... Steel. Can we get to the point? I need to know why you killed my men. Where's Chavez? I miss him and want to know he's ok."

2020-05-30 06:43
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AGENT DEREK STEEL
I watch as you struggle even to reach for your water. I don't help you though. Not because I want to see you struggle, but because if I were in your position, I wouldn't want help.

I sit quietly, listening carefully to your words. I sense how you are struggling to make sense of the conflicting emotions. I sensed that before, and I sense it now. I nod as you apologize for killing Baker and Trey. They were often more trouble than they were worth, but they were my responsibility. I felt a cold fury about their loss, but it wasn't directed at you, but rather myself. I knew what you were capable of, and their deaths were on me for not taking better precautions.

Mike's death still lies heavy on me. He was convenient for setting examples, yes, but more than that, his death was all the more tragic because he hadn't tried to kill you out of rage or anger, but simply because he was hungry, and you were in the wrong place at the wrong time. But again, that wasn't your fault, but entirely my own. I accept it.

Then you ask the big questions. Why did I kill your men and where is Chavez?

I let the silence stretch as I collect my thoughts. This is the big moment. I may have to kill this man depending on how this goes.

I don't lie, and won't lie, but I wonder if you are ready for my answer. I speak finally, "You want me to offer you a justification for why I killed the other members of team 686. The men you had no doubt grown close to and bonded with. The men whom you considered your friends. I killed them for two reasons, Atlas. The first reason, and the most important, is because they were soldiers. They knew the risks of becoming a soldier. They chose to live by the sword, and therefore accepted the risk that they would die by the sword. They were, in my book, combatants. I only kill combatants. I was once a soldier. In fact, I was a Royal Marine. I considered myself a good soldier, I followed orders, I got drunk with my mates. Then I was once ordered to kill a non-combatant."

I stop speaking for a moment, and allow the raw wound of that night, that mission flood through me, the emotions naked on my face. I got control of myself, and continued, offering you a much simplified version of the truth. "Let's say I violently refused. Some call me a criminal, a mercenary, a ruthless bastard, a sadist, and many worse things. I don't really care about what others call me. I only care about what I call myself. I am a warrior who does not kill combatants. No one tells me who to kill, only I make that choice, and only I am responsible for who dies by my hand.

"The second reason, and less important, was that the Syndicate paid me to kill them. It doesn't matter to me, but it might interest you that the Syndicate ordered the hit on team Shark team 686 because team 686 had led a raid against one of their drug running operations. During the raid, team 686 deliberately bombed the compound housing the wives and children of the guards as a distraction. They did it because they were ordered to do so. They did it without guilt, because they were soldiers, not warriors. They were only weapons wielded by others and were therefore not responsible for their actions."

I pause, and take a huge breath, allowing the contempt and rage I feel for all soldiers to wash through me like a river. I continue then. "Now, as for Chavez, I was paid by the Syndicate to take one of the SHARKS alive and interrogate him about his broader mission parameters. SHARKS are well trained to resist interrogation, but I have few scruples and will use techniques that men really don't have much resistance against. Let's leave it at that for now. At any rate, Chavez is alive, but he is not quite the man he once was. He did, however, tell me everything about his broader mission parameters. I learned something that you will find personally interesting."

I reached over and pulled a tablet into my lap, and hit play on a video. The video showed a broken, shattered wreck of a man speaking in a quavering voice, all his strength utterly dissipated, a broken shell was all that was left. He detailed out the full orders he and his team had been given, and then towards the end, he states quite clearly that some of the men had been joking in front of the commander, bragging about how many 'of those fucking Syndicate bitches and brats' he killed just as you walked in. It wasn't clear whether or not you overheard, but the matter was so sensitive, that if it went public the embarrassment to the team would have caused a political shit storm. Therefore, to be safe, their orders were to see that you were terminated in an untraceable manner after your training session in Denton was complete. They were going to kill you. He smiles. He was going to kill the big homo.

And now you know.

You really have no band of men and brothers that you train. You had no family holding you, watching your back, in reality. You were more disposable to them than you ever were or will be with me. You were the big homo. I say nothing, and hit stop, then move to sit in my chair. Some truths are very hard to take, and you don't need me in your face. And you had just been given a whole shitload of painful truth.

2020-05-30 07:48
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ERIK ATLAS

I listen to you yawn on about warriors and soldiers, like its some kind of religion. I get it, you're passionate. I get it, to kill people, to have to believe some serious shit. Growing up homosexual in Texas, I get used to people spinning crazy talk to get them closer to the trigger. It's something that helps them sleep at night. I heard it all, they don't hate me, Jesus told them to hate me. In my head anything that starts with money, ends with money, and everything else is salesmanship to take the money. The Syndacate paid you? This is what yu need to believe to spend the money...

Then, you show me the video. Initially I think you are just bragging. My chest nearly bursts with anguish seeing what's left of Chavez. It doesn't matter how I feel, and in this state, there's not much I can do about anything. His beautiful muscled body is broken in so many ways. His hands are mangled. His face swollen. He's crying - that man never cries.

...then.

I find I can't breathe. He says the words. The orders. He was going to kill me. And that was ok. I gasp and can't breathe. My head is swimming. Tears run down my face. They were going to kill me. He's smiling about it. This is worse than finding out your man is fucking the lawnboy. I have never in my life felt so betrayed categorically by everyone.

He's smiling about it!

Being a big homo and hated by every church in Texas for nothing isn't bad enough. Being a patriotic man training our troupes - not good enough. They were going to kill me.

And smile.

I feel myself flailing. I grab your hand and hold on tight. The first wrenching cry escapes my chest. the madness!

I hold the hand of Agent Steel and caint let go. I feel like I'm falling and this is the only thing keeping me from the Abyss.

2020-05-30 10:19
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AGENT DEREK STEEL
I sit by your bedside and watch the anguish slowly work it's way through your broken body. I can tell it wasn't my personal philosophy that moved you, you are far too simple of a man to be moved by that, but the naked personal truth, the betrayal of your friends was more than you could bear. They were going to kill you because they had been ordered to. Just like I had been ordered to kill that child. Your pain was not different than mine. You understood me just fine. Maybe now, you understood the meaning I tried to convey with my 'philosophy' better than I could ever express. That was enough for me. It was the same pain, from the same source.

Atlas was learning what it was like to be Derek Steel in his own way. I held your hand then, and clutched it tightly, powerfully, assuring you through the sheer strength of my grip that I was not letting you go. You started to wail then, and flail about. I let myself fall on top of you, covering you, trying to calm you, putting as much of my body into contact with yours as I could possibly manage, reassuring you through the tight grip on your hand that I was here. There were no words I could say, not yet. All I could do was once more ride the hurricane that was Atlas, trying my best to keep him from hurting himself, and trying in a physical, visceral way to let him know that I was there with him, and I wasn't going to let him face this alone. I had to face it alone. I'd be damned if I'd stand by and let Atlas face it alone. Not on my watch.

2020-05-30 10:34

ERIK ATLAS
Every time my head tries to "re-enter" reality I get blind-sided by horrifying questions. Did they kill my Mom? Am I in the war now forever? Did I break the only shield that tried to help in all this - Agent Steel? Are we safe here? Is Cameron safe?

You cover me and I clutch behind you neck forever. "I'm sorry...." I croak out. "I beat your face with a dumbell?!" breathing is so hard. Everything hurts, it's like I'm still in Mike's coils. "We have to get out of here! Where are we? Are we safe here?" I'm still trying to fight, still trying to fix, still pretending I was in charge and ever was. but I think I get it now....

I suddenly stop.
I'm not driving
I caint if I wanted to.

DEEP...BREATH
ex - - - - hale

"So... you're in charge. What's next?"

2020-05-30 10:45
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AGENT DEREK STEEL
I just lay there, covering you like a shield, letting you go through the process that you need to go through. I admit, this is not quite how I expected my encounter with Atlas would end up, but then neither plans nor expectations survive contact with the unknown. I absorb the flurry of questions, of panic, of that need for a strong man to be in control. I wait. Patient.

You breath deeply then, and I see the transformation, the surrender flowing over you. I nod. Ever man starts his journey by surrendering. I chuckle inwardly, not changing the expression on my face, when you tell me I'm in charge. I don't disabuse you of your notion, however. I take it at face value, as I have always done. "We leave. We go back to the compound, and we let you heal. Then, we find out what you really want."

2020-05-30 11:33
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ERIK ATLAS
I don't want to let you go. I like your solid power.

I hear your offer. It seems the safest place for me right now, even considering I am surrounded by men with weapons that probably hate me and maybe there's other monsters like Mike. I just won't explore closets for a while. "Let's go as soon as possible. I hate this place..." I tell you.

"And mister Steel. Dont betray me..."
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AGENT DEREK STEEL
I call in my team, and Cameron is at their head. There is a question in his eyes. I nod. The sense of relief and happiness as he realizes that you are coming back with us actually elicits a real smile on my face. A rare, unguarded moment.

As my team leaves the room rolling you in your bed away with us, I whisper to the empty room, an answer to your plea. "Atlas, Atlas. The only man with the power to betray you is yourself. I learned that a very long time ago." I stare for a moment out the window, then turn and leave.

[The End]

2020-05-30 11:52