Realms of Eden: Book 5: Hyak Anali

"Fuck them man, according to that bitch on the sidelines we all fuck each other anyway!" exclaimed Abe. "I don't care if she makes a big thing out of it. Just keep smiling and she won't have a clue whether it is true or not. Anyway listen to the crowd they think it's fucking hilarious," he laughed as he helped Barry to his feet.

Barry could do nothing but chuckle as Abe mimed pushing the man's testicles back down from his throat and pretended to check that they were back in place by pulling out the front of Barry's batting trousers and having a look. He turned to the crowd and gave them a double thumb's up.

The entire audience screamed with laughter at the antics of the two men and clapped mightily when Barry checked himself and gave Abe a handshake. The two man patted each other's backs amid more applause before Barry signalled he was ready to go again.

The next ball from Belinda fizzed past the searching bat of Barry and into Clarry's gloves. He tossed it back to the bowler with a little grin. Australia needed 11 off four.

Watching Belinda run in again he saw her breasts dip slightly as she released, Barry stepped back and swung his bat in a fast arc from outside off to leg and gave a satisfied grunt as he made solid contact. The ball disappeared into the lights before emerging as a dull white streak that crashed into the advertising hoardings on the full. Five off three.

"Titties dipped Bel," Barry cheekily advised the woman as he turned back from the run he and Simon had taken as the ball flew through the air.

"You sure like to watch mine don't you Caveman?" she asked with a giggle.

"Yours are special baby," the man replied softly. "They tell me about you. Every time I have seen you lately your nipples go quiet. I know you were worried about me."

"Can't help that my friend," said Belinda. "Now get up there and see what you do with the next one."

Barry came forward solidly to meet the well pitched up delivery and watched the ball come off the inside edge of his bat and back between his legs. There was no-one fielding at very fine leg and the ball raced into the boundary rope. Scores were tied with two balls to go.

Nervously Bel tossed the ball in her hands. Barry Crawford was going to come away from this game not only as a hero to the Australian side, but with a better understanding of how everyone on both sides felt about him. She shrugged as she began her run in and was happy that the ball came out well and landed just short of where she was aiming. The edge of Barry's bat just missed the ball that landed in Clarry's gloves.

"Well Caveman this is it," Barry said to himself. "Do you try for the last run or is a tie a good result?"

"Never stop trying Barry," a soft long dead voice whispered in his mind. "People understand when you try your best and fail. But to not try is as bad as lying to yourself and to everyone around you. I loved you for who you were not what you worried about everyone else thinking about you."

"For you then Sonya," he whispered.

"No for you Barry," the voice said softly and for a moment Barry saw the soft features of his dead wife in his mind with her lips in her perpetual smile.

Belinda clapped as hard as anyone as Barry Crawford stepped a pace down the wicket and gently placed the low full toss that he had made of Belinda's final ball past the diving mid-on and ran through to take the winning run. She hugged Barry gently and then shook his hand. "Sonya told you to try didn't she?" she asked quickly.

"Fuck it Bel is there anything about me that you don't know?" Barry laughed as he gave the woman a quick kiss.

"No Caveman, and you shouldn't be surprised either considering where Sonya came from," answered Bel as she let him go to join the onrushing Australian team that came to congratulate him and Simon.

The arms wrapped around her and turning her around as she walked to the exit gates surprised her. As did the full lipped and hot kiss that was planted on her lips. She heard the crowd around her laughing and screaming with joy as the dark-blue eyes of her husband twinkled at her as he kissed her again.

Chapter 6 – Beware what you dig up!

"Please, Mitch!" begged the red-headed woman as she angrily paced her motel room watching the vid screen on the wall that showed the executive producer of her half hour scandal show that aired daily on the national network.

"Going after Whirlwind and the rest of the cricketers is not good news, Trudy!" shouted the bald headed man on the screen. "For goodness sakes haven't you seen the scathing condemnation of your interview on the sidelines from last night. You will be lucky if anyone out there will serve you a cup of coffee let alone talk to you!"

"There is something going on with this band of sluts, whores and pimps, Mitch! I intend to get to the bottom of it. They are preaching about love and life but in reality they are just lining their own pockets. How else can they afford that fucking big boat they have out in the bay? I have also heard that they are luring young men and women into their cult and perverting them!" Mitch watched the woman pacing across the floor and shook his head at the vitriolic tones that were coming from a woman that he thought he knew well.

"Can you hear yourself Trudy?" he asked softly. "Are you really hearing what is coming out of your mouth? You do know that Whirlwind was the instigator of Home Safe, he pours millions of dollars into help groups for everything from single mothers through to the exiled mutants funds. To accuse him of being some sort of sexual predator and pervert is unconscionable!

"You need to dig deeper into the backgrounds of the group around him as well as the man himself. I think you will find that you are totally off the scale in lunacy! Check your facts before you go any further with this!

"If you are wrong about this then not only will your career go down the toilet but mine along with it!"

"I am not wrong about this Mitch," the woman turned and faced the vid screen fully and spoke in a low husky whisper. "The Caveman thing was just the tip of the iceberg. There is something more than pink and white bows with this lot and you know it as well as I do."

"Very well, Trudy. You have a week to come up with real evidence. If you have nothing then I expect your resignation on my desk or request for re-assignment to Asia." The vid screen blanked as the man cut the connection.

Trudy Livingstone grinned evilly as she contemplated the blank screen. "Oh I already have my evidence Mitch. Just making sure that I can count on your support first before everyone finds out what the warrior really is!"

Quickly she packed her bags and ordered a hover to San Cristobal where the next one day game was to be played.

Kelsey paced the decks of the Majestic and with a deep sigh she stopped at the prow of the boat and looked down into the crystal clear waters of the bay. With a small shiver she hugged herself as she could not shake the small gnaw of fear in her stomach that things were going to go drastically wrong for the happy bunch of people that were singing and dancing on the deck at the other end of the boat.

"Kelsey," a deep voice spoke. She turned believing it was her husband coming to find her.

"No don't look for me. You know who I am," the voice continued. Kelsey began to shake her head in confusion then stopped.

"Briack?" she asked quietly.

"That's better," the hidden Niven said. "You are right about feeling panicky. Something is afoot with that Trudy Livingstone bitch. Look in Jenny's cabin for the stuff I left."

Kelsey turned and retraced her steps back to the cabin that was once her daughter's when Jenny was first on the boat. She grinned as she looked around the paintings and toys that still adorned the walls and on the bed. No-one used the room anymore, leaving it as a gentle reminder to the little girl that gathered them all to her heart and set them off in this quest for Eden so long ago.

On the bed was a plastic folder. She sat and opened the clip and emptied the contents over the bed. There were dozens of photographs and several chips that she guessed to be vid recordings. She spread the photos across the bed and a deep burning anger began to grow in her stomach.

The photographs were of herself and many of the other women writhing in ecstasy as one or more of the members of the cricket teams pleasured them in the motel rooms across New Zealand and the Solomon Islands. Many were captioned with lewd comments and descriptions. Mostly very derisive of the woman at the centre of the frame. Finding one of herself being deeply penetrated by Sydney and Robert as she groaned in delight for the camera was marked: "Mother of young girl takes her punishment for disobeying her masters!"

Another of Thelma spread legged and tied to a large bed as several cocks creamed over her breasts and face was captioned. "Another slave is abused by the high priests!"

There were many more, even several of Mandy, 'Kat' and Moira that showed the women in various sexual poses and carrying expressions of almost demonic passion, that could either be interpreted as agony or, as Kelsey knew full well, orgasmic delight. She carefully sorted through the photographs again. All of the women's face's showed almost similar expressions. The contorted facial expressions that at first glance could be seen as them being in great pain. Only knowledge of the circumstances and being present would alert the viewer to the joy in the women's eyes and the way their hands and toes curled.

"Where the hell did these come from?" she asked aloud to the room.

One of the vid chips imperceptibly moved on the bedspread beside her knee. She picked it up and hurriedly placed it into the vid player at the top of Jenny's old bed.

"You got the money?" a voice asked. Nothing of the woman that spoke could be seen but the next figure to appear on the screen Kelsey knew very well.

"No!" she exclaimed, "that's impossible!"

"Here," the man said and handed over a small envelope. A digital card was handed over to the smiling face of David Gilroy.

"What the fucking hell!" screeched Bonnie as she reviewed everything that Kelsey had shown her including a very hot video of herself being fucked senseless by Sydney, Robert, Paul and Lex Michaels. Bonnie had to restrain herself from sliding her hands into the band of cut off shorts as she watched herself being thoroughly entertained by the four men.

However, the sounds coming from her and the men around her were nothing like she recalled. "They never said that!" she screeched again.

"Bonnie are you alright!" yelled Alison as she burst into the cabin where Kelsey and Bonnie were staring in disbelief at something on the vid screen in front of them that Alison couldn't see.

"No Ali I am not!" Bonnie exploded. She raised her fist to slam into the screen in front of her and the sound of it shattering as her iron like hand exploded through the screen caused Alison to scream for Sydney.

Kelsey reached for the livid woman but before she could make contact the girl was gone. "Fucking hell!" swore Sydney as he appeared in the room the instant Bonnie disappeared. "Where is she?"

"I don't know Syddy," wailed Alison. "All I know is that I could feel her getting very angry and the white heat of that anger was burning me up. I had to find her and make it stop. She is screaming in my head!" Alison's eyes rolled up in her head and Sydney barely grabbed her to catch her before she fell to the floor.

Minutes later Bonnie reappeared in the cabin. She looked at her sister, her husband and her aunt. "It is done," she said coldly and dropped a handful of chips onto the bed and turned to leave the room.

Sydney began to rise to follow her and stopped as the dark brown eyes turned back to him. Bonnie's eyes were almost fully black and contained the fierceness of a berserk madness within them. Sydney trembled as he watched her tongue flick out to the sides of mouth and flicker around the mass of blood that was smeared around her face, through her hair and completely covered her clothes.

"What is done?" asked Kelsey softly.

"No Kelsey, leave her be," he turned from his frightened wife's eyes back to the woman that stood before him at the doorway to the cabin. "Go and bathe Bonnalexus," he said gently. "I will come to tend your wounds shortly."

"I have no wounds Warlord," she said flatly. "They did not even know that I came for them until it was too late. I will await you in your chambers though, Warlord." Bonnie walked from the room without a single glance back.

"Bonnalexus?" asked Kelsey in horror.

"Yes it means -," Sydney replied but was cut off by his wife's hastily waved hand.

"I know what it means Sydney!" Kelsey gasped hotly. "How can she be the same as Bonnie? She was never an Assassin of the Light Enyalius as you well know! What has happened to her?"

"Not true, Kelsey," said Sydney quietly. "Bonnalexus has been with me before. She appears when something threatens her family or kills one of them. I have seen the berserker slay her enemy in the most blood thirsty revenge until either she has killed them all or they have killed her."

"Someone upset her very badly," whispered Alison from her place on the bed. "Someone whom she hated with a passion for what they did." The blonde head rocked from side to side and she held her chest as if she was in great pain.

"Alison what is it?" asked Sydney quietly.

"She killed them!" screamed Alison in fear. Her eyes were open wide as she stared at something that only she could see.

"Oh my goodness, Daddy," the girl threw herself into Sydney's arms. "She killed them all!" Alison broke down into painful sobs as she clung to the man who held her tightly.

"I know Ali, but when the assassin rises there is no way to stop her. Not even I am capable of preventing the powers that run through her soul from acting as her heart dictates," he lifted his head to observe Kelsey watching the pair in silent fear.

"This was what I was trying to stop when David first began his insane quest to have her. The angel in Bonnie becomes the most destructive force on this planet. And now she has discovered it for herself. May we all pray that she can control it!"

Bonnie luxuriated in the bubbling spa that she lay in. Around the edges of the room lay her clothing, she giggled as she saw that her blouse and shorts were covered in blood. Sniffing the air she could smell that it came from many different bodies. The strongest stench however, was combined with the fear of the man that she had dragged with her as she smashed through bones and tissues to rip the hearts from the evilness that he had contacted.

"So Uncle," she had calmly said to the trembling man at her feet as he begged for mercy. "You could not have me then so you plotted to have me destroyed along with the warrior! Using that evil bitch and her fucked up lover to take pictures of me and twist them to your own perverted cravings. Watch Uncle as she begs for mercy!" she screamed as she plunged her hand through the red-head's chest and held it there.

"No please," the woman gasped. "I was only trying to find the truth!"

"No Trudy you wanted to create a scandal, one that would give your dead master the greatest of pleasure and put in him good stead with Elam! You should be more careful where you put your heart!" Bonnie screeched as she withdrew her hand and with it the still pulsing muscle of the woman who looked at her in fascinated horror as the dark haired woman lifted it to her mouth and consumed it in several messy mouthfuls. The woman's eyes moved once as she saw the dead body of Anthony Douglas give one final convulsion as the woman kicked him firmly in the testicles with her darkly shining boots.

Trudy Livingstone collapsed beside the naked body of the Messiah and Bonnie giggled as the man on his knees beside her took in the pair and the gaping wounds in their chests. "You're next David," the woman said softly as she dragged him upwards with her vice like grip around his throat.

The fist crashed into his chest and he felt her fingers grasp and hold his furiously beating heart. "Bonnie please no. It's all your fault, your sexy legs, and come to bed eyes! That's why I had to kill them, had to have you with me so that you would see me as the one man who truly loved you!" squeaked David through his tightly clenched teeth.

"Killed who?" asked Bonnie in a deadly whisper as her hand began to tighten on his heart.

"Your parents! They would have had you first, I couldn't let that happen. So I triggered an overload in the hover. You weren't supposed to be in it, I was going to be there to meet you at Ballina and offer you a lift home to see the baby early while they went off to the motel. You would have been safe with me. I loved you!" he screamed as Bonnie's hand tightened and then viciously withdrew from his chest. She watched the heart beat once, twice and then stop as she held her hand open. With careful grace she allowed it to slip into her mouth and swallowed it in a single gulp of her monstrously opened mouth.

"You have to go now, Bonnie!" cried a voice to her left. Bonnie's eyes swivelled to the woman as she dumped David's body onto the ground.

"You!" she screamed and lunged for the blonde that darted just beyond her reach.

"No please Bonnie, you have to understand. I was under their spell, I couldn't act for myself-," the woman's words were choked off as Bonnie's steely grip fastened on to the woman's throat.

"Do not tell me any more of your lies, Sophia Douglas!" Bonnie raged as her right fist drove into the tender flesh of the woman's breast and emerged with the beating heart. "You tried to kill him. Tried to stop him from being My Warlord!" The woman's eyes closed in death before she could answer as the dark cavern opened again and the still beating heart disappeared within it.

Still giggling to herself Bonnie sipped from the large wine glass that sat comfortably near her elbow. "My Warlord," she whispered softly.

With a small sigh she let her body submerse beneath the bubbly water and felt the strong pulses cleanse the last of the blood from her long dark tresses.

Kelsey roused herself from the drunken stupor she had allowed herself to get into. She was not alone in trying to drink away the horrors that Alison related to her as the pair softly cuddled into Sydney as he held them. Alison was still burbling to herself as she sipped more wine. Sydney was holding her hand as he drank another cold can of beer.

Oddly Bonnie sat on a stool and giggled at all of them as they sat around the lounges on the top deck. Sydney had asked everyone to leave them for the evening. Jo had taken one look at his serious face, the dark demented eyes of Bonnie and the horrified faces of Kelsey and Alison and quickly taken charge of taking everyone out for dinner and drinks.

The party had not yet returned despite the lateness of the hour. "Seems like no-one wants to come home and talk to me," said Bonnie with a small grin. "Just you bunch of drunks," she added with a giggle.

"Sorry Bonnie," slurred Sydney. "Didn't want to see them upset with you."

"You were probably right, Sydney," she sighed. "But you have known me to be the assassin before, Enyalius. You know that once I have bathed and the smell of retribution has gone that I am ok again. Did you not think that I would remember also?"

"Tried to stop it before," said Sydney with a small smile. "Thought I had stopped it," he belched as the beer roiled in his stomach.

"Stop it Sydney, You are my husband, father, protector! You are My Warlord! I could never hurt those under your protection. Never!" Bonnie cried as she came and sat beside him.

"I know my love," said Sydney softly. He rested his head against Bonnie's shoulder and felt the strong hands lift to hold him closer.