Saga 3 Episode 25: Your Love Is My Drug Pt1: Wrong Turn

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**Táo XinzangZack Rogers**
## **I**

(http://listenonrepeat.com/watch/?v=mgDcRu\_qvy8#Post\_Malone\_-\_Lonely\_ft.\_Jaden\_Smith\_%26\_T%C3%A9o ) *\_A clap of lightning sruck thorugh the grey clouded sky. It was a terrible storm out and it wasn’t letting up with any of the essentials. The rain poured down and collided with the tin metal top of the train stations roofing. A silver haired young man stood there with his black jacket on, fur around the collar of it, and a pair of blue jeans. He didn’t have an umbrella but he did have a clenched fist. It shook but he wasn’t sure weather it was with anger or with sorrow. The feeling of both coursed through his veins as he stood there letting the “rain” fall from pale cheeks. A dull coloration in his usually shimmery silver eyes. The sounds of a distant train began to bring themselves to be heard as he turned his head to see the lights coming. He was about to board that shuttle and leave everything behind but as he did he was hesitant. The doors opened, and with a tilted head, and silver hair sticking to his forehead he boarded the train, letting the doors close behind him.\_*

*\_The story wasn’t always this bad, for young Zachary. No Zachary, the orphaned Warlock actually grew into something over the course of a few weeks. He grew a bond that he was forced to let go. Before that came to fruition, a proper story should be told from the beginning. The sunrise filed fields of Zanzibar stone.\_*

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=\_Eu-iGWW2Xg ) *\_ The Skyland Desert, is the name of the American desert's that are about 80 percent of america. It stretches all the way down into South Americas. The Nuclear effects have created 6 Jungles throughout Skyland but most of it is desert wasteland. Within Skyland are 3 known utopia's. Kasaihana city, New Calirfornia, and New Nexus Flordia. These are the utopia's and where most live within the broken and destryoed america. The Brother land to Skyland was Orange Land, but it was invaded in 2120 by The Armada, and all the inhabitants of that land were turned into slaves. It was said that Kasaihana had given The Amrada the notion to take Orange land in exchange of looking past them at the time. But all this information if its true is being held in the Kasaihana directorys. Zanzibar Stone is an old city where warlocks used to be trained.  In older times, warlocks trained and underwent mutations here, but years ago a horde of fanatics, their hatred incited by various publications defamatory to warlocks, such as the Monsun, laid siege to Zanzibar. The mob could not have captured the fortress nor later laid it to ruin without the help of Chi-mages. The attackers killed every warlock or warlock in training within, except for Coxrin ( Cor-rin ). This was not the complete (or nearly complete) end however for the warlocks of Zanzibar; a handful of them were out on their paths during the time of the attack, thus surviving. Soon however Coxrin would have reformed 2 more generations of warlocks within the city. Upon this day there was a two storie stone house that sat close to the outter area of the city of Zanzibar. On a flat stone surface was a shimmery silver haired boy swinging around a massive sword twice his size. He swung the blade to and fro and twirled it above his head before placing it back in fair skinned hands. \_*

*\_Zack stood firm and took in a long breathe and exhaled it calmly. Footsteps echoed on the stone ground as he turned around to see his older mentor, Axel, coming up to him with what looked like a parchment or a piece of paper.\_*

Zack: What’s up? –hoist the blade over his shoulder-

Axel: Master Coxrin has an erm…mission assignment for you.

Zack: -smiles- Really? This is great! I thought ever since that werewolf fiasco I’d never be able to do another mission again!

Axel: Yes well he has faith in you. Erm. Here. –shoves the paper into Zack’s face-

Zack: -brushes it off his face and looks at it- geez rude. Let’s see…”Dear Zack, I have a very important assignment for you. I need you…to…wait a minute.

*\_Zack had a very confused expression on his face.\_*

Zack: WHAT IS…THIS IS SO..LEWD ARE YOU SERIOUS oh. –looks around- of course you’’re not there when I need you. Can’t believe I’m being tasked with something so crude as…-crumbles the paper in his hand and sighs- Remember the motto. Remember why you do what you do.

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gP39ZRq\_\_fA )*\_giving himself a mental pat on the back he made haste. Grabbing a duffle bag and stuffing it full of meticulously folded clothes. As easy going as he was he was a soldier at heart, and a bit to manish for his age. Still he thought highly of himself and his position as a Warlock and was proud of it. Sporting a black jacket, with crosses on the sides of the sleeves and silver fur around the edges, with a pair of blue jeans, and white sneakers he tugged the bag over his shoulder and made his way for Sunset Station. After boarding the train he rest his head in his hand staring out of the window. He loved it here contrary to what one would think. The city is so busy, and it’s never quiet but out here? It’s easy. The sounds of nature were the only background music he wanted. Still beggers cant be choosers. Arriving at the bus station in District 1 he’d been given instruction to use the safe house there. The repairs are finished from the last time wolfbloods ran amock inside of it. Tossing his bag onto the twin bed he looks out the window.\_*

Zack: Ah man it’s almost night time. Took to much time sight seeing. Guess I better make haste and find…erm. An escort.

*\_Stepping out with his hands in his pockets, and his jacket tied around his waist by the sleeves he was given specific instructions on where to go in District 1. It had some pretty bad areas. Ryojiville was one of the safest places but outside of those places it can get rather hastey at night. Things come out weather it’s robbers, rapist…werewolves and costumed freaks. Zack hated this city with a passion but alas he took every step needed in the run down part of D1. Steps on the side walk one after another. \_*

II
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The story of La Princesa of which her mother told her long ago… Was it her fate?

[ https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=6Zbw86Xts5Q ]

Woo-oh it's just me, myself, and I. Solo rider Til I die. Cause I got me for life.

An inebriated seventeen year old girl lay in a pool of bodies, stuck with the smell of sweat and sex that hung in the air. Her eyes creaked open slowly, adjusting to the darkness around her. Her mind spun and she had brushed back her silky black locks out of her face and sat up, earning a few groans of the individuals around her. One - male - wrapped his arm around her and held her down, mumbling a low and throaty, “Stay,” but the female tensed, gave a disapproving look, and peeled his arm off of her before she stumbled across the sea of individuals, careful to not step on anyone. Her hands shot up to her head and she released a disapproving groan.

“Fuck, I went too far again.” Her voice was a bit scratchy but soft nonetheless.

As she stepped out of the building into the dead of the night in the filthy streets of Kasaihana’s District One, she glanced around, bile on the tip of her tongue. The ribald corners made her grimace in disgust as the memories came flooding into her mind and she pulled out a bottle, nearly empty, and took a capsule out before shoving it into her mouth and swallowing it down with saliva. To say she was an addict, one wouldn't be wrong. She was an alcoholic. Pain. It was only numbed by the abhorrent beverage, but she didn't care as long as she rid of it, even should it be for a few hours.

She didn't know what time it was, but she didn't care. It's not like she had anyone waiting for at home. Anyone that would welcome her home… Anyone that would ask her if she was okay. Tears threatened to spill over but she held them back. Just for their sake. They didn't need to see her cry anymore. Her black heels clicked on the floor and with every step the hem of her slim black dress rose just a bit higher. For her age, it was a wonder how such a girl could be so developed. Her breasts bounced with each step and she cursed the heavens. Sometimes she had wished she hadn't gained her mother’s figure, but being so well endowed surely came in handy when she was ever in need of something.

Tao Xinxang was something else. From the waist length black hair that framed her face almost too perfectly, to the bright blue eyes she inherited from her mother, down to her flawless mocha colored skin, unblemished. She was 5’8”. Pretty tall for a girl of Asian descent. She had an hourglass figure and admirable bust and asset, girls envied her, and guys wanted her, there was no doubt, though she knew in the back of her head that there was always a handful of disapproving people. Though, let's be honest here, if you watched your parents get murdered, shelter yourself and then open back up just to get hurt again and nearly witness something similar happen to another individual by the same man who murdered your parents and you - YES YOU - finished him off with a single bullet to the head. And then another. And another. You keep shooting until you empty the barrel. You keep shooting even as the hammer just clicks without the resounding BLAM! And no one is there to stop you. The individual you protected ran away long ago at the sight of another monster. You. No one is there to tell you it's okay. That everything is forgiven. You blame yourself everyday and lash out the same excuse for the past seven years… If only I had been stronger…

Tao shakes these uneasy thoughts from her head and a small whimper escaped her lips. She needed to stop. As she turned the corner of the red brick building, her hand immediately clutched the hem of her dress at the sight of a gangbang inducing in front of her eyes. The girl, thickly shaped and blonde, took it in all three holes. Tao’s hand shot up to her mouth and she held back the bile from the sight. Every since that day, she despised being touched by anyone. That drunk man from the bar had been an exception. He was asleep. He couldn't do anything… But these men. They were awake. Wide awake… Cum was on the ground, on her body, in her hair, and that blonde whore loved every second of it. What seemed like an enter its was only a minute as Tao witness the group have their sense of fun. She trembled at the sound of muffled moans and the rough grunts and groans coming from both parties. She swallowed hard and finally took a step back, but her legs gave out from under her and she released a pained squeal as she fell back onto her ass. Her sound caught the attention of a few of the group of men and they grinned. Devils.

“Well, well, well, fellas… Looks like a little mouse got lost…”

Tao couldn't find her voice, but she managed a trembled, “No,” and a shake of her head.

“No? Then what're you doin’ ‘round these parts, lil girly… Unless…” The ugly, shit-eating grin appeared on his face and Tao mustered up all of her strength and scrambled up to her feet and took off running - no sprinting - down the street, as fast as her legs could take her. The men all around her chuckled and looked at one another with the same idea. That it was time for a game of Cat and Mouse.

…

Her chest hurt. She didn't know how long she had ran or how far she got, but the more silent it got, the more a chill ran up her spine. She finally slowed down and felt her steps falter with each one she took. It wasn't until she heard a low chuckle right beside her ear to know it was too late. A hand clamped over her mouth and an arm locked around her arms and held them behind her back. She was slammed roughly into a concrete wall and her lungs felt like they were about to burst. She felt another hand slide up her thigh, her body shaking from the rough and calloused fingers that touched her skin that riddled with goosebumps. A fire started in the pit of her stomach and Tao finally gathered the courage to fight back and keeled forward before she rammed the back of her head into the man’s nose, and she heard the sickening crack as it broke and his pained cry that had him releasing the hold on her. She instantly turned and slammed her heeled foot into the male’s chest and sent him flying back into a garbage bin. When her eyes finally adjusted, she was surrounded by four other men, each with a crazed lustful look in their eyes.

“WOO BOYS! WE GOT US A FEISTY ONE!”

“Don't touch me.. Stay the fuck away from me!”

“You think you can tell us what to do, mousy?”

Tao gave no response but a feral growl. They pounced and she fought back as best as she could but each of them latched onto an arm and leg and pulled her apart before slamming her onto a spare and broken table and pulled down the bust of her top and lifted her legs up into the air, making the dress rise high up past her belly button.

I ask that someone save me… Please. If I ask for help, please let it be now that you answer me! What kind of God are you to let me suffer?

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Woo-oh I don't need a hand to hold, even when the night is cold, I got a fire in my soul!

## III

(https://soundcloud.com/pankakes-andaxolotls/trigun-ost-scattered-rain ) *\_Step after step, young Zack finds himself in the most shadiest of places he’d arguably ever been. It was a tad nippy out, which made him all the more glade he decided to wear his jacket. Fixing it and over his shoulders this time, he adjusted the fur hood and took a moment to feel the wind on his cheek. He always did subtle things like this. Picking up scents in the wind, or feeling out textures. He remembers things. Lots of things. More so things he may care to forget but one of those things would never be his dignity and pride, and the meddling in afairs that didn’t belong to him. As the case of this night. His ears twitched as he thought he picked up the sound of feint yelling. Stopping upon further instruction he closed his eyes for a minute to listen to the sounds that would emerge from the silence. Warlocks have the noses of a dog and the hearing of an elephant. He heard small smacking noises and grunts a distance away. There was a mixed scent of drugs and booze. Various drugs in fact. He opened his eyes with a bit of distain for being here…now all that was correctly left to do was find his master a…hooker.\_*

Zack: -inhales- Let’s get this over with.

*\_He starts to turn a street corner when he heard what sounded like hard bottomed shoes coming closer. A sprint. Someone was running. Was it towards him? He took position behind a wall and tilted his head up to wait. He wanted to make sure nothing was going to come at him sideways…ooooh how he’d love that. As the sounds continued they consisted more of a struggle. Laughter. A crack…someone was being attacked. Zack peered over the corner to see what appeared to be a female being attacked or jumped by four other males. Zack narrowed his eyes as he knew he wasn’t exactly supposed to play “hero”. Code of secrecy and all that. He watched them take her in between some buildings and his heart thumped much harder than usual. As if telling him he knew what he was supposed to do, not as an honor bound monster killer but as a good Samaritan.\_*

Zack: Maybe she’ll do. I might get this done in one night. Can’t just go barging in but I can’t waste time either. Guess a simple “made you look.” Will do.

*\_Zack pulled out two small pocket knives from his well…pocket. He unsheathed them both and with quiet steps, obtained from years of practicing it he broke out into a full stealth sprint! When he was close to the alley where the crime was taking place he threw one of them diagonally into the air straight up. Using that same  hand and swinging it backwards, he threw the point of the knife at the base of the airborne one! Causing it to deflect it’s momentum downwards and landing in the wall behind one of the bozos to garner their attention. Should they look up and behind that thug to see where the knife came from, like a shimmery blur in the night Zack would’ve darted from around the corner, behind one of the men, leaping up and spinning around to boot kick one of the men in his chest! His back hitting the dumpster, only for Zack to repeat attack him by lunging forward and kneeing him in the chest! The sternum cracking beneath his knee cap as he let his body drop, before turning to the others.\_*

*\_He couldn’t let them use her as a hostage, and with no hesitation he scanned the three of them for the weakest one. The one who’d been nearest her head was a concern, as he’d take off his own jacket and lash it at the attacker like a wet towel! The thug grabbed it only for Zack to pull him to his knees with his strength, and kick him in the jaw! His body ragdolling as he hit the ground without a word, while Zack put his jacket back on.\_*

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*\_Two down and two more but Zack wasn’t one for banter, as he’d spring over the table, slapping his hand on the corner of it closest to her head, and vaulting towards the man at the base of her. The man was more aware than the others it seemed as he stepped back and swung at Zack. Dipping to one knee, Zack put his head between the man’s legs from behind, and standing up he flipped him like a pancake! Head first into the wall before he hit the ground with a thud!\_*

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*\_The next part was a blur to Zack as he knew there was one more. He was hesitant! Wanting to use the woman as leverage and he could but Zack wasn’t for empty threats. He was after a killer, and chosing to spare their lives this time. The moment he went to open his mouth about ‘stop or I’ll kill her” or “wait don’t hurt me” Zack would’ve lunged up in the air, kicking off of the wall with his left foot and slamming it into the crook of the final durggies neck.\_*

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*\_Zack landed on the ground, walking towards him menacingly.\_*

Zack: -tilts his head- beat it.

*\_He scrambled too his feet, running in place for a moment seeing his friends now unconscious on the ground and bleeding rather profusely. Zack looked over to the girl and his facial features became less malicious and more plain. She’d now be able to see him in the light as he placed a hand on his chest to introduce himself.\_*

Zack: -cautiously speaks- Hey…you okay? That must’ve been scary for you. Don’t worry I’m here to help. Let’s get you up alright?

*\_A subtle gesture of a hand makes it’s way towards her arm in order to assist her further from getting up and off of that dirty table should she take it.\_*

One by one, she felt her limbs being dropped. She opened her eyes and her cold blue eyes zeroed in on the face of her Savior, but however instead of thanking him, she pulled her knee up to her chest and thrust it forward with all the intent to imprint the sole of her heel into the t-zone of his face. She wasn't strong per se but it be enough power to break his nose or leave an imprint of the design of her sole into his skin. Following up with the kick she’d throw herself forward and attempt to ram her fist into his cheek and send his body twisting, her pills falling out along with the bottle, but she didn't notice or hear it.

Should he take anything or nothing, Tao would’ve pushed past him, rushing out of the alleyway into the open four way cross road and took off left, her adrenaline on high as she ran down into another alleyway and slammed herself back against the wall, her chest heaving and sweat beading down her body. She brought her hand up to her cheek, feeling something warm and sticky on her face and when she pulled her hand back to look at it, she gasped. Her own blood caked on her fingers. Those bastards hit her hard enough to split her fucking cheek! Both of her shaky hands tore away at her dress around her stomach and she revealed two large bruises the side of a full grown man’s fist. Her forearms were trickled in cuts and bruises. Her legs the same. The bruises started growing in size and turning shades darker than the normal purple. Her cheek and arms and legs were coated in blood. Her clothes shredded ( well, now even more ) from her body. She hated men. She hated everyone. She hated things. Nothing made anything better. Nothing the- Oh fuck.. The pills... Tao’s head shot up and she peeked out from the corner of the alleyway in search of any body within the premises.

*-Attempting to help her he only got the boot. Literally. A foot hit him square in the nose and his eye closed on impact as he began shouting! He covered his mouth and let out pains through his muffled voice box before he then felt a punch impact his cheek, sending him spinning! He fell to a knee, planting a hand on the wall and leaving his eyes closed, taking paced breathes through his mouth.\_*

Zack: FUCKING!....GAH!...that is the last time I try and help someone. Next time I see her I’m gonna-

*\_As he went to stand, his foot hit something. Looking down he picked up the peculiar item and looked at it. A bottle of pills? Putting two and two together it had to be hers. These bums would’ve cleared this thing way quicker than what she would have. He looked up to wonder where she went for a second.\_*

**\*A few moments and a run later.\***

*\_As she would’ve peaked from around the corner to look for someone, the young Warlock would’ve tracked her down with rather impressive speed and precision. He had her scent, she wasn’t getting away that easy without giving so much as a “thank you.” He took her by the arm from behind, and turned her body in a 180, looking down on the tan skinned woman with a look of annoyance…and a band aid on his nose.\_*

Zack: Just where the hell do you think you get off huh? Not only do you owe me a “thank you” but –points to his nose- You owe me an apology too. I didn’t HAVE to save you, ya know. You’re lucky I came when I did.

*\_his grip loosens a bit on her arm as he sees the scars and such\_*

Zack: You should get those cuts looked at. You live close by? I can escort you home if you promise to STOP hitting me. –he folds his arms and gives her a death stare-

The sudden change of position earned a squeak from her plump lips, face the face with her savior once more and this time with a bandaid on his nose. She listened quietly as he scolded her so about him not having to save her. She was thankful yes, but that was in the back of her mind.

As of now, she was scared shitless. Her blue eyes seemed to dilate and the grip he had on her was almost deadly until he loosened it from a look at her bodily wounds. Did she live close by? Fuck she didn't know where she was, but she knew she had to get treatment. She didn't want an escort home. FUCK. She didn't even want this man touching her. The moment that Zack had folded his arms, Tao dropped just a bit with a bend of her knees and shot up quickly, ramming the top of her head right under his chin. Her hands had shot out to grasp at his shirt to keep him close enough for her to do that.

With every move she made though cause her to nearly topple over in exhaustion. When was the last time she had a meal? Or a drink besides her own spit? She forced herself to fight just a bit longer. The flame in her wasn't dead yet. She knew very well she wouldn't - better yet, couldn't - do what this man had done to her attempted rapists, but she could do enough to make him hurt where it counted. The moment that her head made contact with him, she would've released her grip on his shirt and then quickly ram her knee right into his baby sacks, and should he keel over in pain, she'd have followed up with a second knee right into his bandaged nose.

"You keep.. Your fuckin... Hands... OFF... OF ME!"

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gisvHDO\_pvw&list=PLYNBny7IRlVlfigEorEHzAVyypRo3oLX6&index=20 )*\_Zack watched her lower her posture and his brow furrowed. She shot straight up! Her head hit the base of his chin and his head tilted up slightly. He grunted aloud and exhaled through his nostrils, getting veeeeery angry. She kept a grip on his shirt only to let go and thus on instinct Zack stepped back narrowly avoiding the knee to his sacks.\_*

Zack: …Sorry.

*\_Zack stood there before she would’ve experienced something rather odd. Zack’s right arm would’ve disappeared completely and she’d have felt a numbing yet relaxing pain that spread from the side of her neck to the rest of her body. Her knees giving out and her body going limp, she was about to hit the ground like a freshly cut tree.\_*

*\_He catches her by her bust and squats down, flipping her hips over so they hung off of his shoulder. Her legs behind him and her upper half hanging over his chest. He took a moment to look at her. She looked young. Maybe no older than himself. He shook his head with a sigh and a look of regret.\_*

Zack: didn’t think my first peak at a bod would be this. I’ll call Axel and let him know I’m going to be  here for a while.

*\_He held her body upon his shoulder by one hand, and turned to walk down the sidewalk. Though she was unconscious she would be in the best hands that protection could give her. Weather he be considered a god send or just passing through at the right time it was a good thing he came period. He rubbed his chin with his free hand and grinded his teeth a little bit, making a remark as he continued down the road\_*

Zack: Got a mean headbutt.

Her vision wavered and she stopped as her body began to succumb to the numbing pain and her body dropped like  a sack of rocks. She released a disapproving soft groan as he heaved her lifeless body over his shoulder. In her unconscious state, she managed a low, "thank you..." And not another word was said. As much as she feared being touched, with Zack... It somehow felt so right.