Ch.76

I never knew crossing realities outside a God's territory via the god could be so terribly painful. I grew back slowly, affected by the temporal distortions from the cosmic journey and the damage Chuck's violating tenderness did to me on a cellular level. I grew at the rate of a fucking child. The only bright side was that I knew where I was and that was it, Boston in the slayer reality.

The world had magically screamed upon my arrival like it was giving birth and left me weeping as my soul hurt, in an alleyway. I was found by a cop who mistook me for a newborn and left me in a orphanage. Yeah, that was fun for all of two minutes before I was taken in by an Irish couple just looking to get paid by the state. I had the magic of a thimble, but I was able to ensure my name was Oz.

Sadly Oz Moran wasn't a super soldier enhanced child or anything special. In fact I was short, skinny and not at all like my old body had been. By the time I was in eight grade I'd checked my blood and found my DNA was torn to shreds and barely managing repairs. If not for Jack or God, I'd be a puddle of plasma and goop as it turns out.

My time in the empty had a serious sluggish effect on my healing as well it seems or I'd have healed by the time I reached tenth grade. What made it worse was I didn't even look like my old self anymore, or my last old self. Being so old is troubling on the mind. Anyways, magic was out because pain wracked my body at the smallest uses.

On the bright side, I met Faith Lehane. The downsides, she didn't remember me so this want that reality and she wasn't my Faith. Still, I did the best I could to help her, teach her to fight and helped her with basic schooling. The other downside was that my freaking home and school life was worse than her own.

Skinny and pretty was the words my adoptive mother called me. Skinny, pretty and a big cock. Yeah, this wasn't a fucking kids show, it was a shit show. From the raging alcoholic Irishman putting cigarettes out on me and breaking my bones every few weeks to the disgusting habits of the depraved step mother who liked to beat me unconscious when I refused, saying my lips were filled with lies while my body was honest.

There wasn't enough soap in the world and when I ran, damned near getting away, the police on my father's payroll brought me back telling me to say it to a priest if he didn't use me first. It was nightmarish and after the first escape attempt I was watched like a hawk. They told the teachers I made up lies and even the cigarette burn scars weren't enough to prove shit, just getting the police involved only to end up beaten and covered up again.

In the end Faith was my only outlet and mostly because her drunken abusive step mother feared my father enough to not sell her daughter when I stopped it the first time, put a knife to her throat and told her if she tried it again her blood would be my coming out party as a serial killer. Faith said it was whack and fucked up, but I just told her I tried killing my parents already and my left leg still wasn't fully healed from some nerve damage do to a car battery and some water.

We became the outcasts and she knew the secrets I was willing to share, keeping them like the stories behind the scars we both carried. When we turned sixteen, she got a watcher who was surprised she already knew how to kick ass. Then again we weren't exactly from the hood side of town. My father was a big time bookie and my mother did the books for the local Irish mob so I was double fucked.

When Faith introduced me to Helena Faucet, her watcher, Faith told her we had the same dreams, that of fighting monsters. I lit my joint and asked her if she knew what they were, some suggestive drug use or maybe a hallucinogenic or possibly delusional break with reality. Helena said Faith was a potential and I was complicated assuming I wasn't lying.

I gave her a blank stare so cold the devil would've shit snow cones while Faith told her. "Yeah Misses H, my boy Oz don't lie and he takes exception with anyone that calls him a liar, like pavement facial exceptions."

Helena apologized, saying it just caught her by surprise. She tested me, even had me describe what I see in the nightmares. I told her of battles only the watchers could possibly verify. The dreams had been so vivid of late that I was able to describe women of great power fighting creatures. I showed her my sketch pad and she had to make a call immediately.

When she returned, she told me her bosses wanted to know more about me. I shrugged and told them of my being found in a back alleyway, being adopted and then I went blank, telling her the rest was none of her business. She wasn't keen on asking, but she did want to know where the alleyway was that I'd been found in. I shrugged. "You'd have to speak with the cop buddy of my stepfather's. Good luck not getting shot, raped or both asking those questions. Trust me, it won't end well for you if you go asking around about me. It never does."

Faith flinched at the memory of the one social worker that'd gone missing after Faith convinced me to trust her. I say missing, but I knew what happened, they made me watch all of it. My old man even tried to get me to pull the trigger only I almost turned the gun on myself. His boys watched me night and day for two years, preventing me each time I tried to step in front of a bus, punch a cop or bite my tongue off.

The threats I'd gotten from that one was enough that I'd never attempted it again and not for my health, but Faith's. She knew of course, not all the details but enough not to ask for more. After all these years she was the only female I could touch without feeling disgusting and we didn't go that far. It seems life can fuck up even the most fucked up after all.

Weeks of very unpleasant living later and Helena showed up at my place while my parents were out, saying I was going to stay with her and Faith from now on. She tried to touch me and I nearly took her head off with a bat. She learned I didn't like to be touched by her and when mentioned Faith told her not to take it personally cause I didn't like anyone except herself touching me.

For the next three years or so Helena became a pseudo mother to us, training us to hunt and fight demons. Then I brought out my scythe the day Faith had been activated. The scythe triggered my formerly latent slayer powers and I healed just a bit faster, slowly healing faster and faster as time went on. Sadly, beyond the height thing where I practically grew five inches in height over night, it didn't change me back.

I just looked like a young six-four version of Sean Patrick Flanery. It was weird and I grew muscle fast over the next few weeks, but beyond the slayer strength and skills, all I had was a fast healing ability that set me apart, besides being male. Weeks into the hunt we ran afoul of Kakistos and we killed several of his crew before Faith fucked up his eye right as we barely escaped.

In revenge he went after Helena and it wasn't pretty. When he showed us, I lost it and nearly died killing him while Faith pulled me out, pulling the stake from my side. I stitched myself up and we chased the vamps that remained across the US. While chasing the vamps we had to spend the night in a hotel room together and it was fucking murder.

Faith stripped and not just a little, looking at me when she did so. I pulled off my shirt and hesitated at my pants, shaking until she grabbed my hands and said it was alright. I kissed her and we ended up on the bed where I told her to do it. She did so while I watched and gave me the most trusting and beautiful blowjob I'd ever remembered having.

She didn't even pull away when I told her I was about there, swallowing it all while I bushes her hair away and met her doe eyes gaze. She wiped her mouth and I had her lay back on the bed, returning the favor and finding her still a virgin to my surprise. She brushed it off and told me it was either me or the musician with a fetish for school girls and she didn't like school the first time.

I quirked a small smile and told her I'd never take it for granted, even if it was a toss up. I worked her through two orgasms before applying lube to make it easier on her because of my size. We took it slow and at several points I had to stop because a sickening panic rose in my chest when she was on top.

We compromised and rolled around mostly, ending up with several filled condoms and two tired late teen bodies. Later that night after we were cleaned up we heard a scream and she ran outside naked with a stale while I grabbed clothes. I had to break her out of jail after we dusted the vamps because the padre was hugging her and she was naked while the nuns were injured.

Yeah, I didn't even try to explain and just broke her out. We ended up in Florida when the vamps we were chasing crossed state lines faster trying to shake us off. There we met a camp with alligators and I got bit in the ass staking the camp while Faith was wrestling with a fifteen foot gater. A stake in the alligator's eyeball later and it let go of my ass.

I healed up nice enough after a few days and made a gater skin belt after we had a hearty meal and stole a motorcycle. We chased the vamps towards the hellmouth, using a tracking spell Helena taught me when she learned I wasn't bad at magic, if however weak. It was enough though and I made sure we got to see the sights along the way.

Eventually we learned my healing ability had reached a whole new level for this life, having lost a knife fight with a boar that gored my leg. It was still dead and my wound healed in hours from the tusk while we ate hog meat after I cleaned and cooked it. Faith said it was a good thing cause I seemed to be the one getting hurt the worst.

I shrugged and she knew it didn't heal the scars or numb the pain. We crashed on a sleeping bag we shared while the fire dimmed outside our tent, all of which we stole from some nudist campers except the fire. The frustrated couple came back to find their tent and bags were gone alongside their cash. The keys to their vehicle was pretty much what we didn't take besides their clothes.

He wasn't my size and Faith wasn't the sunflower dress type except when Helena asked her to wear them back before.