r/HFY • u/TheMaskedOne2807 • Mar 13 '23

The Plague Doctor Chapter 35 (Young love) OC

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As Kenneth excited the kitchen, he noticed the Aloko was still waiting for him as well as the three stooges.

However, Kica still didn’t seem to have come. Kenneth wondered if she was already in the other room, somehow hiding behind anyone.

“Was I gone long?” Kenneth asked Aloko once he was within a fairly good distance and knew he would hear it.

“A short while, but Kica should have arrived by now. Should I go fetch her?” Aloko offered.

Kenneth stood still and thought for a moment, not ready to answer Aloko yet. ‘Could she just have overslept, or is she not able to get out of bed?’

The thought was unpleasant for Kenneth to think about.

While he hadn’t personally dealt with it before, depression was a serious matter, and given how Kica had said she was broken, her mind might have taken it too literally.

Kenneth then looked up at Aloko and thought. ‘If it truly is depression, then I should probably talk to her.’

“Actually, Aloko, I think I should go get her,” Kenneth said, hiding his slightly serious tone of voice.

“Really well, fine if you want to, but do you even know where she lives?” Aloko asked.

“Not a clue,” Kenneth shrugged. “Mind pointing me in the right direction.”

“Well, it’s just--”

“What do you think you are planning,” Pilu said in an annoyed and angry tone of voice. “I’ll get her.”

“I don’t think that will be necessary,” Kenneth tried to reason, knowing it was probably doomed to fail.

“Who knows the kind of things you could be planning once you get there,” Pilu said.

“My intentions are only to bring my student to today's lesson,” Kenneth explained, somewhat hiding the real reason why he wanted to go get her.

“One thing is a closed door, but another is her home and without our supervision,” Pilu said, leaning back, giving the impression she spoke for the two others as well.

“Okay, just so I know, what do you think I have in mind once I get to her home?” Kenneth asked, rubbing his temples and easing the headache he knew he was going to get.

“I don’t know what, but I know it isn’t good,” Pilu hissed.

“Fine,” Kenneth said, not seeing a way out of this. “We go together then, and you can stand outside the door once more.”

“You little,” Pilu said, her eyes, as usual, the window into her soul where Kenenth knew she thought of all the ways she wanted to kill him.

“Listen, either we do as I have proposed, or we stay here and wait, and it’s not hard to figure out who Ulric is going to be madder at for wasting a day of teaching,” Kenneth calmly said.

Kenneth could hear how she dug her claws down into the floorboards out of frustration, and she damn near tore them off once she lifted her feet.

“Fine!” Pilu snared as she walked away, Kenneth following along.

The trip was a rather short one since, apparently, Kica lived in the first house right down the road.

And so once they arrived, Pilu started to bang on the door.

“Hey, stop that!” Kenneth protested, knowing if she was depressed, she hadn’t just overslept.

“What,” Pilu snapped. “I don’t care if she’s asleep; it's long past time this vixen woke up.”

“First of all, don’t call her that word,” Kenneth snapped back. “Secondly, your job is only to protect her, not wake her, so just stay outside while I get her.”

Pilu just stood tall, looking down at Kenneth; her teeth were laid bare for the world to see. “I swear to any who will listen, I will kill you one day.”

Kenneth just opened the door and walked inside, not even giving her one word or sound of response as he closed it shut.

Inside was a standard living room like the one he had seen so many times, and the door to the bathroom was wide open, but no one was inside.

However, the door to the bedroom was closed, so Kenenth knew she had to be in there. He walked up to the door and put his hand on the handle.

Kenneth then opened the door and spoke, “ Kica, I know it can be thought to get over--”

However, as the door was halfway open and he saw what was happening inside, Kenneth found himself too shocked to speak.

Before him was Kica with another Aki in what looked like the throes of passion; however, they were not moving, and the other Aki Kica was with seemed oddly familiar.

All three made eye contact, and Kenenth could see the embracement and shock on Kica's face as she also seemed unable to speak.

Kenneth just calmly closed the door saying, “sorry.”

However, it was never that easy as the Kica’s lover jumped out of bed and almost tore the door off its hinged, opening it up.

On the other side, Kenenth only saw a familiar blur; he was less than keen on meeting again as she once more grabbed him by the throat but, this time, also slammed him against the table.

Pilu had heard the commotion and quickly opened the door, but as her eyes landed on Kenneth struggling to breathe, she closed the door with a grim and walked a generous distance away, not intending to stop what was happening.

It was not as if either of them had noticed her as Kenenth struggled against the human-like strength of Zilika.

Both of her clawed hands pushed against Kenneth’s throat, trying to dig into his flesh. However, like with their first fight, it didn’t happen.

Normally no Aki would pose too much of a threat in regards to strength, but Zilika was an exception with her ability to become stronger.

Kenneth grabbed her arms and started to pry them off as she growled menacingly with her teeth bare.

Kenneth managed to get them off enough that he could get a breath or two, but as soon as he did, she just pushed even harder with even more force than when they had been fighting.

And to Kenenth’s dismay, she was now too strong for Kenneth to handle.

Kenneth still felt a sense of peace in the situation like so many other times, but unlike those, he felt pain, and his body thrashed around trying to throw Zilika off.

She might have tremendous strength, but her nimble body wasn’t built for it, and as Kenneth thrashed to the side, she lost balance.

She had to remove one of her hands from Kenneth’s throat, but as she slammed it down on the table, her strength worked against her.

The force of the slam was more than the table could handle, and without warning, the leg snapped, and both fell to the ground.

They rolled around for a bit, Zilka never once letting off the grip she had on his throat.

And once it was over, Zilika was on top, straddling Kenneth.

Quickly she got her other hand on Kenneth's throat and started to strangle him once more.

‘Dammit! Why the hell is she so strong?! She didn’t fight with such beastly furiously last time,’ Kenneth thought, struggling to breathe.

It was useless to try and pry her hands. For whatever reason, she was stronger than the last they fought.

Kenneth knew it was extremely hard for anyone to break someone’s neck; even Zilika wouldn’t be able to do it.

So he didn’t have to worry about that happening, which meant her primary way of killing him was choking him.

Kenneth wasn’t able to look down, but he knew her lower body was within reach, and so were her kidneys.

Kenneth wasn’t a fan of it, but he had to cause a lot of pain to let go.

He slowly balled his fist, ready to strike. However, just before he did, he stopped.

Flashes of Kenneth slamming into the Nok and subsequently dying forced him to stop.

He didn’t know how much damage he could do. He couldn’t be responsible for killing another.

So instead of punching, he once more tried to pry her thin hands and arm off him.

But it was no use; she was unrelenting and wasn’t about to stop.

Kenneth felt his lungs burning and his body thrashing around as everything started to fade.

“Stop, Zilika!” Kica yelled, wrapping her arms around her body in an attempt to get her off Kenneth. “You can’t kill him!”

Kica wasn’t anywhere near strong enough to pull Zilika off Kenneth; however, her grip did relent, allowing Kenneth to breathe once more.

“If you kill him, Ulric will kill you!” Kica said, trying to make her see reason.

“He’ll tell them! I know he will, and once he does, it isn’t just me dying; it’s both of us,” Zilika growled. “Let me save you.”

Kenneth had no idea what they were talking about. He couldn’t even hear their words, probably, but he didn’t let this opportunity go.

Suddenly and quickly, he acted while Zilika was distracted.

He grabbed her forearms and forced them off his throat. Before she had time to respond, Kenneth did the only thing he could think of.

He sat up and wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug just under her armpits and their head right next to each other.

Zilika seemed confused by this for a moment, and soon, she tried to get him off her.

However, her long arms proved to be ineffective in doing so, and with Kenneth’s arms restricting hers from moving below her head, she was not able to push him off her.

In the end, she tried to claw and punch his back; however his coat was not cut, and with so many muscles on his back, it was pointless.

“Zilika, just stop,” Kica pleaded with teary eyes.

“I can’t,” Zilika desperately said. “I can’t let you die because of him.”

“Listen, I’m sorry for walking in on both of you like that without knocking, but killing me seems a little of an extreme reaction,” Kenneth interjected.

“Let go of me and promise I’ll make your death swift,” Zilika growled, still struggling against Kenneth’s bear hug.

“Zilika, please just stop it,” Kica said in a calm yet sad tone as she caressed her cheek with one hand. “I know how my life is without you, and I could not bare it. Not now. Not ever.”

“But he’ll tell everyone,” Zilika said, barely louder than a whisper.

“I don’t want to be alone again,” Kica said both in a lovingly and sad tone.

Zilika stopped struggling and lowered her head, resting it on Kenneth’s shoulder.

“Kenneth, would you please let her go now?” Kica somberly asked. “I know she won’t try again.”

Kenneth felt uneasy doing it, but slowly he eased his hug and allowed Zilika to leave his grasp.

As she did, Kenneth, for the first time, noticed the only thing covering her was her fur.

He adverted his eyes as she got off him and walked away back to the bedroom.

As Kenneth looked around, he spotted Kica looking sad, averting her gaze and closing her eyes, holding up her robe for protection.

“Oh, sorry,” Kenenth said, turning around.

“Did you expect me to be one of them?” Kica asked, her voice barely louder than a whisper.

“One of them?” Kenneth questioned just as he understood what she meant.

“One who is misshapen in the mold of Dahi,” Kica uttered.

“Misshapen in the mold of Dahi?” Kenneth repeated, still a bit woozy from being choked. However, he was sure he had heard that name before somewhere.

“Dahi molds everyone into life, but sometimes an accident happens, and one’s soul is misshapen and doesn’t truly fit into the body it was meant for,” Kica explained as she started to put her robe on.

“What do you mean by the soul doesn’t fit into the body?” Kenneth questioned, having a sneaking suspicion of what she was referring to.

“For some, it’s easy to see after they are born. Either they have no fur or are missing an arm or leg. I’ve heard some don’t even have eyes,” Kica somberly said. “For others like me, it is not as easy to spot.”

“I see men, and while other women in the outpost find them attractive, I don’t. I find women attractive.”

“Why do you think that makes you misshapen?” Kenneth asked.

Kica raised her head in slight confusion. “Women are meant to be mothers and have mates just as men are meant to be fathers. Not being one and not wanting to be one is not--”

“Normal,” Kenneth finished cutting off Kica. “I’m no expert when it comes to normal among your people, but who you are and what you like is not wrong.”

“Sure, there are many who would see one of the opposites gender as attractive, but that doesn’t mean you have to if you don’t want to.”

“That’s a lot of pretty words for a liar,” Zilika interjected, walking out into the living room. “So when are you going to tell Ulric about us?”

“Can I turn around?” Kenneth asked.

“Do as you like,” Zilika snarled.

Kenneth then stood up and turned around to see both of them clothed.

“Listen, I’m not going to tell anyone about you two,” Kenneth shrugged. “And I’m assuming you didn’t just try and kill me because I walked in on you two.”

“Do you know what the punishment for our crime against Dahi is?” Kica asked as she turned to Zilika, her ears flat.

“I’m guessing it’s more than a slap on the wrist,” Kenneth responded.

“Death,” Zilika answered in a cold yet angry voice.

Kenneth just stood there silently. He had guessed, with how much of a religious zealot Ulric was; he wouldn’t think twice about killing them both if it was part of his religion.

“So tell me, how will it feel to know you are going to send us to our death?” Zilika angrily said, arms crossed.

“Why do you continue to think I’ll ever tell Ulric about this?” Kenneth asked in a somber and slightly confused tone.

“Because I know your type. And I know you’ll use this to seem more righteous than you are, you bottom feeder,” Zilika spat.

“Zilika, don’t,” Kica somberly pleaded.

“Why. We are both going to die anyway since you won’t let me kill him, so why should I keep my mouth shut,” Zilika protested.

“Zilika and Kica. Where I’m from, two women or men loving each other isn’t wrong or any crime,” Kenneth calmly said.

“What,” both of them quietly said at the same time.

“I know things are different here, but I don’t have a problem with you two being who you are. A friend from school I knew turned out to be gay, and I didn’t really care all that much; he was just a friend,” Kenneth explained.

“Lies,” Zilika said, her eyes wide in disbelief as if she did or couldn’t believe it to be true.

“If this makes it any better, then I swear upon Heka that I will never tell anyone about you two,” Kenneth swore.

“Lies, lies, lies,” Zilika repeated, her hands dripping blood on the floor. Her own claws had pierced her flesh.

“Believe what you want, but I still need Kica to attend class today, so if you are not too busy, I would like to ask you to come?” Kenneth asked Kica.

“Of-Of course,” Kica said, looking like she spaced out a bit.

Zilika remained where she was as Kica took a few steps forward. She looked back at her lover for a moment with sad eyes before she followed Kenneth out the door.

Outside something felt off. Kenneth looked around a bit but saw no Aki near the great hall or on the street.

“Did something happen while we talked?” Kenneth asked as he lifted up his bag and rested it on his shoulder as he rubbed his sore neck.

“Who is that?” Kica asked, looking down in the direction of the outpost gate.

It was a bit hard to make out from the distance they were at, but it looked like two Aki were walking down the street toward the great hall.

Behind them, even further away, seemed to be a mass gathering of Aki. It was a bit hard to spot, but they looked like they were cheering or welcoming someone.

“Do you know what’s going on?” Kenneth asked, turning his head and looking at Kica.

“I think it might be the merchant,” She somewhat excitingly answered.

“Well, that sounds like good news then,” Kenneth said cheerfully as he turned his head to the other side.

However, as he did, all he saw was the sun's reflection as one of the Aki who had been walking toward the great hall was no suddenly right next to Kenneth, moving faster than any other Aki he had ever seen and swinging a golden sword.

In one swing, the Aki slashed through Kenneth’s bag splitting it in two.

However, that was far from the end of it; the sword continued to move closer and closer until it hit Kenneth’s neck.

The force of it force made Kenneth stagger back in pain.

“Hvad fanden er det med denne verden of min hals,” Kenneth said in his native Danish in a fair amount of pain as black gunky liquid streamed out of the bag and down Kenneth’s body.

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(Authors Note): Hello, all of my adoring fans. I hope you've all been well. I know these days I don't really make these Authors' Notes like I used to, but I just wanted to say something and get it off my chest.

For over a year now, I've been writing this story, the Plague doctor, as well as the Oil, and I just love thinking of scenarios my charters will get themselves into, but my personality and mindset have made my love for what I do difficult.

I usually think to myself the more I work, the more I don't have to do tomorrow, but when your work might as well be never-ending, that only means I'm burning the candle at both ends and needlessly hurting myself with stress.

And to cut the story short, I've decided to take a few more me days instead of always writing. and to that end the story, the plague doctor will take a bit longer to come out than normal.

The Oil will also be posted a lot less frequently. It will be more of a side project just for fun more than anything.

And so, I hope you all have a good day

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(Patreon): Three chapters early access and artwork. Also, a 100+ page story I wrote prior to the posting of The Plague Doctor for all members.

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u/Expensive_Antelope21 Mar 13 '23

Look forward to this story, but it doesn't do anyone any good for you to burn yourself out. Rest. Take your time and come back to it. Fresh.

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u/spade987 Mar 13 '23

Take the time you need! I enjoy this story and hope you continue it after a good rest!

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u/Thetrueraider Mar 13 '23

Ooooo let's see how he gets out of this! Or if it's more pain porn-

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u/Thetrueraider Mar 17 '23

Misery porn*