The Secret World Ch. 02

"You defiled my daughter, you worthless slave!" a monstrous voice roared as it flung Mister O over the railings causing him to fall down to the bottom floor. It was a hard fall and the impact caused him to spit out blood as he got back on his feet.

As Mister O regained his composure he looked around in the darkness, while still maintaining a fighting stance with his knife, "Alright, asshole! You want a fight? You got one!" he challenged.

He stood alert, then the apparition of the vengeful ghost illuminated across in the hall. It was the man in the Victorian suit. Mister O watched him as he walked the halls with a lit lantern, as if not noticing Mister O.

"You're not running away from me!" Mister O yelled as he charged in, only for the poltergeist to vanish, "Dammit!" he yelled in frustration. He then reached into his coat and drew out a flashlight and followed the path. On the far end of the hallway, the ghost reappeared and looked as though it was fidgeting with the wall and walked into it. Mister O observed and rushed over, "I got you now, old man!" he warned.

Shining his light on the wall, Mister O inspected every detail. To his benefit, he found an opening in the wall which revealed a secret passage. He entered to find a tight corridor with a ladder leading straight up. Without hesitation he followed the path upward into a tight compartment . Shining his light to inspect the tight space, he found a small hole which required him to kneel in order to look through.

"Glory hole?" Mister O said sarcastically, as he peaked through, "You've got to be shitting me." To his surprise, as he looked through the hole, it felt as though he was looking through someone else's eyes. Something had grabbed a hold of him, preventing him from moving. Instead , it was like he was witnessing someone else's memories.

The room looked normal. Not a decrepit room of withered age. Candles lit the room and old porcelain dolls decorated the shelves. In the corner, a young girl, about the age of twenty sat facing a mirror, brushing her dark raven black hair. She was in a white nightgown and barefoot. Her desk regaled with jewelry, every corner adorned with a vase with roses and flowers.

"Meredith," a voice called from the doorway, "May I enter?"

The girl turned around with a smile that brightened the room, "Harland!" she called as she sprung out of her chair and embraced the boy in the doorway.

It was obvious by the way he was dressed that he was a servant of the estate, his clothing was of shabby quality. With the dirt on his face, it was possible he was a stable boy. The girl didn't seem to mind, as she caressed his light brown hair and looked him in his blue eyes with her brown eyes in pure adoration.

The two were in love as they kissed passionately, his strong hands touched her with a gentleness along her petite frame. Their lips interlocked and they voraciously devoured each other as their tongues explored one another. The two craved each other more and more as they both continued to touch one another.

"The hell?" Mister O thought to himself. He was still frozen and couldn't move. He continued to watch what appeared to be a secret love affair of the servant boy and the princess of the house, "This is not going to end well," Mister O thought to himself.

The young couple then took their heated passion into her bed. She then laid on her back with him smothering on top of her. Her long welcoming legs embraced his body, as they both began to writhe against one another. His kisses gave deep breaths while she whimpered in innocent delight. Soon their passion escalated, as her hands reached out and pushed him on his chest. making him sit upright.

"I'm sorry," Harland apologized, "I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable."

Meredith shook her head and bit her lower lip, while she raised her nightgown. She began removing her panties, while still laying on her back. She had long legs and it was a sight for Harland, as her panties were being slipped over those legs.

"Are you sure?" Harland asked.

She was speechless and nodded as a way to communicate. She then sat up and reached forward, unbuttoning his shirt from the top down, as he began undoing his trousers. There was no rush. Instead the two took their time and savored the moment. His shirt was now unbuttoned, and his chest was exposed. It was like the two changed their focus as Harland began removing his shirt while Meredith tugged at his trousers to pull them down.

"You gotta be kidding me!" Mister continued to think to himself, "I can't believe I'm being forced to watch this shit."

With his trousers pulled down enough to expose his cock, Meredith looked at it in amazement. Her passion for Harland far surpassed any trepidations she may have had. She reached out and began to touch him, stroking him and feeling the details of his yearning cock in her hand. Smooth skin; firm texture; the rigid veins that wrapped around. She took it all in, imagining how it would feel inside her. She began to lay on her back once again as he approached her.

"Do it," she said in a shaky voice, "Take me, Harland."

He nodded as he towered over her. He held his cock at the base and positioned it on her untouched slit. Slowly he began to push forward, trying to penetrate between the folds of her virginity. She bit her lip and yelped at the jolt of pain. Nervously, Harland stopped and looked at her.

"No!" she pleaded, "Don't stop!"

He continued as she wished, pressing forward and feeling her folds open up to him, swallowing him in as he sank the head of his cock deeper into her moist slit. There was slight resistance from her inner walls, yet with heavy breathing and her hands around his waist pulling him down to thrust deeper, she pushed past the pain.

Harland too began to breathe deeply as he felt her inner juices lubricate his shaft as he pushed past her soft, yet firm tissue. Pulling his hips back, only to push his cock back in deeper with each thrust, it was no doubt the two young lovers were no longer dabbling in sexual interest but had delved into the point of no return.

The two moaned in harmony, as they were learning to enjoy each other, they were joined together as one. Meredith still enduring the pain, continued to bite her lower lip, as she felt Harland inside her.

Mister O watched as an uncontrollable anger and jealousy raged inside him. A feeling of betrayal and disappointment consumed him, causing him to yell out in fury, "You insolent slave!"

Both Meredith and Harland turned their head towards him, in surprise. Then the feeling of anger subsided in Mister O, as the vision of the two lovers faded and the room darkened into the decrepit shell it had become. It was a ghostly obsession Mister O had experienced, the feeling; the emotions; and witnessing memories of someone else. The wall in front of him opened on its own, like a secret door.

Mister O had made his way into the room to investigate further, when a sharp searing pain lashed across his back. Falling forward Mister O turned around to find the apparition of the older man with a flogger style whip lashing away and yelling at him, "You insolent slave!"

Receiving lash after relentless lash, Mister O kept one arm up blocking his face as he felt the lashes tear through his clothes and sting his flesh, "Yeah, well, fuck you too!" he responded as he lunged forward with his knife.

The apparition vanished, reappeared behind him and continued to strike at him from behind. This caused Mister O to drop his knife. Then one of the cabinets moved on its own and pinned Mister O up against the wall. Rather than fearing it, Mister O looked at the apparition with disdain and scorn as it approached with a grim look, "Useless slave, you defiled my girl!"

"You gonna kill me?" Mister O taunted, "Well, fucking do it already, old man!"

The apparition raised its arm to deliver another swing of its flogger. Mister O clenched his teeth tightly, ready for it. Yet he never once flinched. Behind the ghost of the older man, Meredith was pleading in the same way Mister O had seen her in the reflection of the mirror, "Father! Please I'm begging you, stop it! You'll kill him, if you don't stop!" she cried.

Unable to reach his pistol on his hip holster, Mister O continued to watch as his doom may have seemed imminent. Then by luck, or perhaps intervention by a higher power, a blade struck through the apparition from behind. As the blade pierced through, the ghost had stopped moving and looked down at the blade, as a bright white light began to engulf him. The spirit shattered into small pieces of light that illuminated the whole room. It was George, with his gladius sword, that had struck the spirit, "In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti," he chanted in Latin.

Meredith stood there, finally aware of her ghostly form. From the shadows, Harland emerged and ran to her, as their love rekindled even in death. Then from the secret corridor Mister O had discovered, the sound of a weeping man could be heard.

"Father!" Meredith cried out as she found the spirit of her father, no longer as a vengeful poltergeist, but the spirit of a broken man. It was now the kinder spirit of her father that remained rather than the hateful spirit of rage.

He stood up, with his arms out to her, "I am so sorry, Meredith. I caused you to take your own life," he wept.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me," Mister O complained as he pushed the cabinet out of his way. He walked towards George with a look of annoyance, "Good looking out, old man, but let's finish the job."

"Thank you," Meredith acknowledged, "Thank you for setting my father free of his curse."

"Give me a fucking break," Mister O grumbled as he walked out of the room.

"My pleasure," George replied, as he continued to bless the room and sanctify it.

Outside, white candles were lit which in combination with all the glyphs inscribed in every corner of every room, completed* the sanctification of the mansion. Both George and Mister O stood watching the mansion. On his phone, George played Andrea Bocelli's, "Con te partiro," as he poured wine into a glass.

Mister O stood there, with a lit cigar in his mouth and his hands in his pockets. His suit had been ruined and torn with his briefcase sitting next to his foot. With slow breaths as he puffed into his cigar, he said, "What do you see that I don't see?"

"Salvation," George replied, as tears began to streak down his face. Harland, Meredith, and her father walking into a bright light, "We did a good thing here today, old friend."

"If you say so," Mister O replied. "I see a bunch of assholes in an old building."

"Have you lost all compassion, old friend?" George asked.

"Compassion?" Mister O replied, "Man, I don't even know anymore."

George turned towards him and put his hand on Mister O's shoulder, "Old friend, we have reached the fourth age. If humanity is to survive, we must stay compassionate with each other, or else the darkness will consume us all."

"Oh, fuck that!" Mister O responded, "Humanity didn't need the fourth age for all of us to be in trouble. We were already on the road to shit, even before all the monsters and ghouls and shit started coming out from the shadows. With all of the shit I've seen on my deployments, when I still served in the military, you can't deny humanity was already fucked."

"Is there nothing you love, old friend?" George asked with a concerned tone.

"Love?" Mister O scoffed, "I'll tell you what love is. Love is a lie we tell ourselves to pretend we're happy."

"I see," George listened.

"Look at these assholes!" Mister O pointed towards the mansion, "Sweet little Meredith was fucking the stable boy because she had daddy issues. Didn't quite get the attention she wanted, so look where that led. Oh yeah and daddy dearest had a fucking peep hole in his own daughter's room and lost his shit because he was jealous."

"Is that how you see things?" George asked.

Mister O looked a bit agitated, "Man, while we were inside something happened. A ghost obsession. I saw and felt what that poltergeist wanted. That mother fucker wanted her! His own daughter!"

"What did you mean. by him wanting his daughter?" George further asked.

"That sick son of a bitch," Mister O responds, "wanted to fuck his own daughter! He wasn't jealous because she was fucking the stable boy nowhere as much as he felt she was his, for his own gratification alone. He was twisted way before he became a ghost."

George felt a sense of pity over Mister O, it wasn't anger in his tone, instead what he heard was pain. He wanted to find a way to ease his pain, "My friend, yet here you are. You've done more for this world than most will ever realize. You continue to save this world."

"Yeah well, I wouldn't call it saving," Mister O replied, "It's more like I'm good at what I do and that's putting these crazy monster sons of bitches down."

"You've changed," George replied, "What happened to you since Solomon Island?"

"Shit happened," Mister responded.

George felt a sense of sorrow for Mister O, "I hope you find peace for whatever is troubling your soul, old friend. But, here is everything that may help you understand the group, Dark Watcher's Legion," he said , while handing him a folder containing documents, enclosed with a wax seal of the Council of Venice.

"Thanks, old man. See you around," Mister O says as he takes the folder and begins to walk off in his own direction. With his other hand, he takes the cigar from his lips and throws it on the ground. Soon his memories flood, flashbacks of a painful time fill his mind.

"I've seen people walk into the light before too. I wouldn't call it salvation. For me, I call it being left behind," Mister O thinks to himself as he reflects on his memories.

He was back at the abandoned building, with the memory of his nightmare. Military units had entered the kitchen only to meet their demise by an unknown force. Mister O and his teammate, Reaper made their entry into the kitchen. The night had ended with Mister O as the sole survivor of a battle he was never trained to combat.

Sitting in a dark corner, his body going cold and numb, his right leg had lost all feeling and movement. In one hand, he gripped his rifle and in the other were the dog tags of his fallen comrades. Shallow breaths, blurred vision, and a light opening above him were his only sensations.

He saw everyone. His team in spirit form stood up in their dress uniforms, rather than combat gear. They all began walking towards the light. Then they each turned around and faced Mister O, "It was an honor to serve with you, Chief. See you on the other side." Finally, they walked into the light.

Mister O reached out to them. His only sense of family were walking into the light while he remained trapped in his battered body. His vision began to blur even more, until he passed out. When his eyes opened again, he was surrounded by dozens of American troops, "We got a live one!" one of the soldiers announced.

"That's not it. Not it at all. This was only the beginning of why I am the way I am," Mister O thought to himself as he arrived at the safe-house door. Before opening the door, he leaned his head up against the door to take a deep breath.

"Anna May?" Beau was talking loudly so he could be heard through the door. "Well, darlin', maybe if you were into women too, I reckon you and I, along with Anna May could get together for a bit of the ol' ménage à trois."

"Oh my god!" Penny responded in a surprised tone, "No! No, I don't do that, you perv! I haven't even been with... Well, never mind. I said anime, I enjoy anime, not Anna May!"

Mister O laughed as he heard them through the door. It was probably the first laugh he'd had in a long time. After taking a few moments to regain his composure, he opened the door.

Both Beau and Penny looked surprised at Mister O's appearance; with his torn suit, the dust over this coat, and the wounds on skin, "Are you okay? You should get that checked!" Penny insisted.

"We need to move and we need to move now," Mister O announced, never acknowledging Penny's concern. "Gretchen is arranging our itinerary."

"Where to, boss?" Beau asked.

"South America," Mister O responded, "Pack your gear, we need to head to Rendezvous Point Alpha. We're wheels up in thirty minutes, the sun rises in three hours, Beau."

Penny was quick to gather what little belongings she had during her few days at the safe-house . Meanwhile, Beau pulls Mister O to the side, "O, talk to me. What's going on?"

Still observing Penny, Mister O responds, "We have a lead in regards to whom we're dealing with. It's Baphomet, the Dark Watcher."

"Who?" Beau seemed confused, "Hold on a minute, O, I don't give two hoots about that. I'm talking about you, trying to take the world on your shoulders. We're more than coworkers, mon ami. I'm worried about you, Penny is worried about you."

Right then. Penny heard a strange whisper. She looked up towards the hallway and saw the silhouette of the horned man. She was unable to make out his details, but felt enthralled by it, like it called to her. She had an enchanting smile as she continued to look at it.

"Ms. Godfrey!" Mister O called out.

She had snapped out of her brief moment of enchantment on hearing Mister O call out to her, "Huh? Yes?"

"You okay?" Mister O asked, "We gotta get moving, no day dreaming."

"Yes!" she acknowledged as she got up on her feet and made her way out of the door, meeting Beau on her way out.

Mister O watched her suspiciously, then looked towards where she had been staring off to. He walked over and from his coat pocket he pulled out a pendulum. It was a crystal, hanging from a thin metal chain. As he held it in the hallway, it began to spin vigorously while a faint glow emanated from the crystal. Then he snatched the crystal point of his pendulum with his other hand.

"This group needs a unique box that'll only open to a virgin girl, meaning that the girl has been chosen as a vessel to deliver this deity into our world," George's voice echoed in Mister O's mind.

Then Penny's voice with her unfinished sentence, "I haven't even been with," also echoed.

"What did she mean?" he wondered, "She was alone with the box when Beau and I found her. Eye in the sky reported a strange anomaly coming from the building before making contact with her. Is she the vessel?" He then continued to the door and made his way out. "Only time will tell," he thought to himself.