Message-ID: <44855asstr$1066536606@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20031019003339.11719.qmail@web20506.mail.yahoo.com> From: Lazlo Zalezac X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sat, 18 Oct 2003 17:33:39 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} John Carter II 23 (mf mmf ffm ff mm sci-fi) Date: Sun, 19 Oct 2003 00:10:06 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, hecate This is the last chapter of Part II of John Carter. I will start posting Part III soon. I hope you enjoy it. In case you are missing any chapters, an archive this story is at: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Lazlo_Zalezac/www/ All of the chapters posted to date are there. Thanks, Lazlo Zalezac __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? The New Yahoo! Shopping - with improved product search http://shopping.yahoo.com <1st attachment, "Mesa023.txt" begin> DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. If you are offended by sexually explicit material or are under the age of 18, stop reading now. This material cannot be reproduced for commercial purposes without the consent of the author. John Carter By Lazlo Zalezak Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezak, 2003 Part 2: Mantle Of Aries Chapter 23 It was early morning when a rattlesnake moved across the desert floor in front of John. He used his walking stick to keep it away. Even Rover gave a wide berth to the snake. Few things lived in the desert that Rover wouldn't challenge, but a rattlesnake was one. Together they waited until it moved well out of their path. They were only a few minutes walk from the top of the hill. From there, they would be able to see for miles all around them. John knew his destination, but didn't really care how long it took him to reach it. He was on vacation and had decided to visit Robert White Feather's grandfather. He looked around for more snakes. He didn't see any so he started to climb. Rover walked along beside him. The cat's eyes continually scanned the desert for signs of movement. He hunted along the way, living primarily off rabbits. The other day, he had brought down a white tail deer. John had eaten some of the venison, but had gone without food the past three days. With a surprising burst of speed the cat bounded into the sagebrush and returned with a rabbit. John settled down to wait for Rover to finish eating. The cat finished the rabbit rather quickly. He'd probably catch another one before the day was over. John stood up and moved towards the top of the hill. They soon reached it. John knelt down and looked around. Below him was a breath taking panorama of desert life. Cactuses and sagebrush littered the landscape. The soil had a rusty tinge to it that hid the life that abounded there. About two miles away someone was watching a flock of grazing sheep. He was amazed there was enough food out here to support a flock of sheep. Of course, the person probably covered close to ten miles a day. He decided that it was best to met the person and let him or her know he was out here. This was reservation land and it was good to be polite. He headed down the hill. The two miles could be covered in thirty or forty minutes. Still, it made sense to take it easy. One didn't live long in a desert by rushing around. Slow and easy was the key to survival out here. He took his time. Soon he could tell that it was a young boy watching the flock. By now, the young boy was watching him. John didn't expect him to move in his direction. John approached the young man slowly. About ten feet away, he squatted letting his thighs support the weight of his body. Rover knelt next to him. John stated, "I'm John Carter." The boy looked at him for a minute, "I know. William Redman is waiting for you." "Thank you for telling me," replied John. He guessed that was the name of Robert's grandfather. He handed an open pack of cigarettes to the boy. The boy took one and lit it. John took one and lit it. He puffed on it like a cigar; he avoided inhaling the smoke. The boy studied the cat for a minute. He had heard stories of wise ones that traveled with animal spirits in physical form. He hadn't quite believed them. He stated, "I'm called Awa Tsireh. It means Cattail Bird." John stated, "The cat's name is Rover." Awa Tsireh smoked the cigarette blowing the smoke up to the sky at times. It was quiet except for the bleating of the sheep and the wind blowing across the land. A hawk flew overhead. John watched it travel. Awa Tsireh asked, "Are you of our tribe?" John puffed a couple of times on the cigarette. It was making him dizzy. "No. I'm a Druid." The boy watched the sheep slowly move away. "Never heard of that tribe." John pet Rover for a minute. "We are a small tribe." The boy nodded and then moved off to follow the sheep. John carefully put out the cigarette and waited for the dizziness to pass. His stomach felt queasy. He put the butt in his back pocket. He took the time to watch the boy follow the sheep across the landscape. Feeling a little better he stood and continued on his way. He figured he had another ten miles to travel, but he would rest in the heat of the mid-day. He would get there late this afternoon. He headed in the approximate direction. Rover followed along with him. It was starting to get hot when he finally stopped. After a few minutes of effort, his canvas tarp was set up to provide some shade. He sat down and took a small sip of water. He poured some water in his hand and gave it to Rover. The cat licked it up. He settled in for a long wait. After the heat of the day ended, John packed up and headed on to his destination. The cat left his side to hunt. He knew the cat would catch up after it had eaten. John topped a small rise and saw a couple of old men gathering dried cactus to make a fire. He knelt down to wait for the cat. The cat wouldn't want to interrupt his hunting just because John was in a hurry. The cat was a long time in coming, but it looked satisfied. John stood and slowly walked down to the men. The men continued working as though they weren't aware that he was there. John squatted and waited for them to finish. Rover sat beside him watching the activity with interest. The men finished and turned to look at John. John examined the men. All of them were old, their skin wrinkled from years in the sun. John reached into his backpack and pulled out a carton of cigarettes. He held them out. One of the men came forward and took the carton. He said, "Hello, John Carter." John waited to answer, "Hello, William Redman." John pulled out the open pack of cigarettes from his pocket. He took one and handed the pack to the old man. The old man took one and lit it. John lit his. They smoked for a minute. William stated, "We will take a spirit journey tonight." John accepted the pack from the William and returned it to his pocket. John looked at the pile of cactus. "You waited for me." William looked at the pile and back to John. "You will join us." It was less a question than a command. John puffed on the cigarette. He nodded as he answered, "Yes." One of the other old men stepped forward. John handed the pack of cigarettes to him. He took one and lit it. He took a deep drag off the cigarette, "You have fasted?" John accepted the pack back. He slowly put it back in his pocket. "For three days, only water." The man smiled and nodded to the others. They moved over to the fire pit and sat around it. John joined them. He turned his eyes to watch the sunset. It was glorious with reds, greens, oranges, and purples spread across the sky in broad strokes. He took the curette out of his pocket and drew two drops of blood. He threw them to the ground, "For the Gods and Goddesses." The old men watched him perform his sacrifice. William asked, "You give blood?" John put the curette in his pocket. "Only my blood. Great magic requires a great price." The old men looked at each other. One of them said, "We must cleanse ourselves." He stood up and stripped. He walked over to a barrel and removed a dipper from it. He used the dipper to pour water over his head, filling it three times. The men went to barrel one at a time. John waited his turn and then did the same. One of the old men remarked about his scars, "Are you sure you are a holy man and not a warrior?" John looked down at himself and smiled. "Great magic requires a great price." William smiled at that. Robert had been right when he had told him that John would be interesting to meet. Robert had said that he was more Indian then most of the young men in the tribe. He definitely had patience and knew how to show respect. He asked, "The Medallion is magic?" John studied William. The question was out of place. He answered it anyway, "It is a gift from the Gods and Goddesses. Only they can remove it." One of the old men lit the fire. They sat around staring at the flames, waiting for full dark to arrive. The stars came out lighting the surroundings in a way that was only possible far from the artificial lights of the cities. One of the men picked up a drum from the ground beside him. Another un-wrapped a tortoise shell rattle. William pulled out a hand carved flute. They started playing and chanting. The effect was hypnotic. John let himself be carried away by it. Much later, they passed around a woven bowl that contained mushrooms. Each man took a mushroom and ate it. John did likewise and handed the bowl to the man who had started it around the path. John joined them in chanting. He stared into the fire. He found himself lying on his back staring into the sun. He sat up and blinked his eyes trying to rid them of the spots that floated in front of his face. After a few minutes, they disappeared and he took time to look around. He was back at the meadow. The colors were overly bright, the sounds overly loud, and the smells overpowering in the intensity and diversity. He was surrounded by flowers. He watched as a bee went from one flower to another, spreading pollen and taking nectar as its pay. A butterfly landed on the back of his hand. He examined the butterfly trying to identify what kind it was. The shape of the wings was like that of a swallowtail, but the colors were all wrong. A bird landed at his feet. He watched as it listened to the ground and then pulled up a worm. He sat still watching the magic of the meadow. A naked fat man came walking out of the woods towards him. John watched him approach. With a crash, the fat man fell to the ground in front of him. He rolled over onto his side and held his head in the palm of his hand. Parts of his body sagged and settled on the ground under him. He smiled at John for a minute before stating, "Strange company you are keeping." "Not really." The smile grew bigger. "It doesn't bother you that they travel a different path?" John tilted his head to his right side. He answered, "Different paths often cross." The fat man laughed. It was a high pitched laugh, almost like that of a woman. He stated, "Well said, John Carter. Well said, indeed." John watched as a fox approached. "What will we talk about now?" The fat man really laughed at that. He retorted, "We could talk about how well you've learned to use your strength. I was most impressed when you took down so many criminals in one day. You did it with compassion as well." "I thank you for the complement." The fat man grew serious. "You are a puzzlement to me." "Why?" "You have a male mate that came here to challenge us to provide greater protection for you." "Yes, I was pleased that you choose to let him survive." The fat man made a gesture with his hand, as if he were waving off a fly. "He proved that he was worthy." John winced as he wondered how Ed had proven himself worthy. "You gave him a great gift." "Others are coming here to protect you, some invited and some not." The fat man stared at John. "Were you aware that tonight is midsummer's night?" John nodded as he answered, "yes. But who are these others that you talk about." The fat man laughed, "That you will find out in due course!" "If that is what you want, then who am I to argue?" replied John. "Who are you to argue?" retorted the fat man. Suddenly the man changed into a fat woman. Her huge breasts sagged to the ground. She stated, "What are we to do with you? You command such allegiance from those around you." John answered, "Allow me to serve the Gods and Goddesses to the best of my abilities. I have never asked for more than that." She reached out and fondled his medallion. "That is true. You've never asked for more than that." The medallion fell from his neck. John stared at it for a full minute. He looked up as he asked, "Did I ask for too much?" The fat woman replied, "Not at all. I'll see you Midwinter's day." John woke and found himself on his back staring up at the sun. William was seated on the ground next to him. He pointed to John's chest. "Your medallion came off last night." John nodded as he remembered it coming off in the hand of the Two-sided One. He stated, "I met the Two-sided One on my journey. He removed it from me." There was a long moment of silence. William finally stated, "We saw that you walked a different path. We walked the desert with the animal spirits guiding us. You crossed the rocks alone and headed into the woods." "I am a Druid. We often walk alone." "Your cat left when the medallion fell." John felt a pang of loneliness, as he knew deep in his heart that Rover was gone for good. He had become used to having the cat around all the time. The other cats would be gone as well. He was hurt that he didn't get a chance to say goodbye to the cat. He looked at William. Sadly, he stated, "Great magic requires a great price." The old man watched him for a minute as he realized there was more truth in that statement than he had first given credence. John had paid a great price for his spirit journey last night. He wondered what magic had actually been performed. He stated, "you must be hungry. Get dressed and then let us go eat." John got up and stretched. As he stretched, he could feel all of the scar tissue tighten up. He took a moment to offer his blood sacrifice and noticed the look given him by William. He retrieved his clothes and dressed. He put the medallion in his pocket after looking at it. He put on his backpack, enjoying the feel of it as it settled into place. He picked up his walking stick and adjusted the cloak. He was travel ready now, but hoped the walk would not be more than several miles. He turned to William and, with a gesture of this hand, said, "Lead the way." William walked down the hill a little way to an ancient pickup truck. It was still gasoline powered. John was surprised that the man had driven out here. He was even more surprised that he had not noticed that the truck was there. He climbed in the passenger seat and waited as William settled into the drivers seat. They were soon driving down a bumpy trail until they reached a highway. William turned to the right and headed into town. He parked in front of a small café. They got out and walked into the café. John still paused at the door as though he was waiting for Rover. He knew it would take him a long time to get out of that habit. If the old man noticed, he didn't say a word. They sat at a booth. Other Indians greeted William with great respect, but treated John with a certain reserve. Many of them considered him an Indian wanna-be like most whites that came in with long hair and beards. William noticed and said something to the others in his native tongue. The looks in his direction changed in a subtle way. An attractive woman came up to the table to take their order. She looked at John as if he was something that she had stepped in by accident. She turned to William and smiled in a very friendly fashion. "Heard you were out in the desert last night. You want your normal next day meal?" "Yes, Linda." She turned to John. With a chill in her voice, she asked, "What about you?" "I'll take the same." John smiled at her as he answered. She snorted. "Do you even know what he's getting, white man?" John smiled very politely and answered, "No ma'am, but I do know that it won't make me sick or give me the runs after a three day fast." William laughed aloud at the exchange. He said, "He's got you there, Linda. Better watch out, he's liable to charm you just like he did your brother." She looked at him carefully and guessed, "You're John Carter?" John nodded, "Yes, ma'am. You must be Robert's sister." "How did you guess that?" "I only know three people in your tribe well enough to charm -- Robert, your grandfather, and Awa Tsireh. I didn't think that your grandfather knew I had meet Awa Tsireh." William was surprised that John knew Awa Tsiren well enough to pronounce his name. He stated, "You say his native name quite well." "Thank you." Linda, still somewhat bothered, went into the back to place the order. William looked at John for a minute and then stated, "You came to meet me for a reason and it wasn't to experience what happened last night." John was relieved that the true reason for his visit had finally come up. He replied, "That is true." "So what do you want from an old Indian Medicine Man?" John smiled as he answered, "I want what most people want from an old Indian Medicine Man. I came for advice." "Truly, you are different from most white men." William was used to white men coming to his people and telling them what they needed to do. To have a white man request advice was very different. "I am a Druid," stated John as though that explained it all. In his mind, it did. John stated, "I have a charity that I run. We have lots of money. I want to know how to help your people." William frowned. He was afraid of what John would try to accomplish with that charity. "What do you have in mind?" "My Gods and Goddesses are of the earth. Your people understand the earth spirit. I would like to see your people strengthen their practice and regain their culture." William frowned even more. He was sure that John was going to suggest a culture center. Perhaps he had been wrong in his assessment of this man. He asked, "How do you see that coming about?" "The last thing you need is another culture center. You can't learn about the earth spirit in a building. Maybe you need a fund to help people take off from work to go into the desert and learn the ancient ways from men like yourself. Or maybe a scholarship fund for young men and women that is available for them when they go into the desert for a year at the end of high school." "You come with suggestions far different than I expected," answered William. He thought about it. A year at the right time would bring the young back to the old ways. "I didn't want to come with suggestions. It is not for me to make decisions for you and your tribe. I want your wisdom to guide how it should be done. I place it in your hands." Linda returned with their breakfasts. John looked with delight at the food. It was soft-boiled eggs with toast. He smiled at Linda as he stated, "Exactly what I would have ordered after a fast." The men started to eat. William was silent as he thought about what John had requested of him. John had truly surprised him. There was much to consider. The solution had to fit in with the pressures felt by the young to leave the reservation and yet have impact enough that it would be a life long experience. Linda looked at her grandfather. She noticed his frown and asked with concern, "Granddad, are you okay?" "He has given me a good question to answer. I am trying to think of an answer." John stated, "Good answers take time. I do not expect an answer now. Enjoy your breakfast for now. Later, you can discuss my problem with the other wise ones of your tribe. When you have an answer, tell Robert." "You are most patient. That is a rare trait today," replied William. He put a hand on Linda to get her attention and added, "Linda, you could learn things from this man. Maybe you should visit your brother sometime." "Granddad, I'm not looking for a husband!" She rounded on John and spat out, "And don't you get any bright ideas about bedding an Indian maiden!" The comment about bedding an Indian maiden reminded him of Lily. He knew that now would not be the best time to bring her up. John caught her eye. In a very controlled voice, he stated, "Ma'am, he means exactly what he says. He wants you to learn something from me. I don't know what, but that is his desire. You and Robert are invited anytime to visit my home and meet my family." Linda was taken aback by the intensity of his stare and the power behind his words. She was about to respond when another table of customers called her away. She left the table quietly, puzzled by John and worried about her grandfather. John slowly ate his breakfast. It wasn't good to eat fast or too much on an empty stomach. He looked up to see William watching him with a smile. William asked him, "Are you familiar with fasting?" John replied, "Not really. This is the first time that I've done it." "You handle it well." "Thank you." John ate a piece of toast and drank some of the fruit juice. He felt a lot better and his stomach felt full from the small meal. He would stop in about two hours to eat again. He sat quietly as he wondered what he should do about the message from the Two-sided One. He knew that it was too late to do anything about those going to the meadow. He figured everyone would be very worried with the disappearance of the cats, possibly deciding that it might mean he was dead. There wasn't much choice, he was going to have to call home and then return there. John looked around uncomfortably. He finally stated, "Much has happened that I must resolve. It is time for me to leave. Send me word and I will act." William studied him. He could see that John was bothered by something. He wondered about the medallion and if it that was the main problem. He asked, "The removal of your medallion, is it a bad thing?" John was surprised by the change in subject. He pondered the question. He shook his head, "Not really. I was given an invitation to visit the Gods and Goddesses to have it forged anew. I am the first to have been called twice and now I will be the first to have been called thrice." William understood. "Great magic requires a great price. You always pay that price." "Yes. One must wonder what the price will be." "Go. Your family must be worried." John stood. He pulled out a five, knowing that it was more than enough to cover his meal, but not quite enough to cover both. The decision represented an acknowledgement of equality between the two men. He set the money on the table and noticed the grin on William's face. He reached in his pocket, pulled out the pack of cigarettes, and handed them to William. The pack quickly disappeared in William's pocket. Grabbing his backpack, he left the café. More than one person watched him leave. Linda watched with great interest and then returned to her grandfather to learn more about John Carter. His car was parked down the street. He walked along and felt the urge to stop. He waited for a minute. His attention was grabbed by a man working on a neon sign advertising a used car lot. Suddenly there was a large spark as the man touched the wrong wire. He fell to the ground with a solid thump and didn't move. John raced to the man. He had a severe burn on his hand. He had stopped breathing and there was no pulse. He started performing CPR. A crowd quickly gathered and watched John as he worked at saving the man's life. He hadn't done it long before the man started breathing on his own. John sat back with a smile on his face. "Thank the Gods and the Goddesses." The man looked around very confused. A shock like that has a tendency to leave a person confused. He tried to rise, but John gently held him on the ground. John stated, "Stay there. You've taken a pretty nasty shock." John stayed with him until an ambulance arrived. He gave the essential facts to the attendant. He touched the shoulder of the man as he was being loaded and then stated, "you died, but you're better now. Use this second chance." John walked to his car feeling much better. He may not be wearing the medallion, but he could still serve. He got to the jeep and settled in. He had a four-hour drive back to the house. He would stop halfway home and get a little more to eat. Five hours later, he drove up the driveway of the house. He parked the jeep in the garage and got out. He noticed that Beth's car was not in its normal place. He entered the house with a little trepidation. Bill met him at the door and nervously stated, "The cats are missing. Ed is out looking for them." John sat down as he considered the news. He acknowledged the news and explained, "The cats are gone for good. All of them are gone, even Rover." "You already knew?" "About the cats, yes. Where is Beth and Kelly?" Bill answered, "They are at work." "Thank you." Bill breathed a sigh of relief. He was afraid that John was going to go ballistic. Ed had nearly gone crazy when the cats disappeared. Bill stated, "I will let Ed know that everything is okay." "I will be in my room." Bill went into the garage and honked a car horn three times. It was the signal to let Ed know that everything had been resolved. Bill was sure that Ed would not like the outcome. Ed cared for the cats as much as John did. John went to his room. He was going to take a shower and get some rest. He knew Ed would come to his room as soon as he talked to Bill. All he would have to do is show him the medallion and Ed would understand everything. <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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