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The Shadow Which Haunts Him

Flora Winters

I do not own Thundercats and I’m not making any money here either.

Summary: Mumm-Ra devises an evil scheme to drive the Lord of the Thundercats crazy. Will it work? You’ll just have to read and review to find out. This story will contain boy-love, language, and violence.

Chapter One

Mirror, mirror
Where’s the crystal palace
But I only can see myself

--Tori Amos

Sunlight was streaming in through the window, shining in a golden beam across his sleeping face. He slowly blinked his eyes opened, and pulled the soft sheet over his head. Why couldn’t morning be less bright? It was so annoying, and he was really tired. He felt like he had been running a race all night.

“Lion-O,” a voice whispered, making him sit up with a sudden start. He looked around his bedroom. There was nobody there but him.

He ran a slight-shaking hand through his wild mane of red hair, wishing that he could sneak off for a few hours. He just wanted to be by himself for the day. Maybe he would go for a swim. That would help him sort out his thoughts. Maybe he could talk Panthro into building a pool. It would be safer than having to go to the lake.

He shook his head. It was time to take a bath. He had been too depressed to take one light night. In fact, the depression was still there. It never really went away. The dark thoughts were always looming just out of reach over his head. Why did he feel so alone? He knew the answer. He just didn’t want to voice it out loud. That would mean he couldn’t pretend it didn’t exist.

He got up, adjusting the large bulge in his pants. It had been so embarrassing when Tygra had explained to him why that happened. It was a biological male thing. Their reproductive organ was always hard in the mornings. It was like a timer, telling them that it was time to rise and shine. Oh, the striped feller was such a pervert.

He closed the door to his bathroom, locking it behind him. There was no need to turn the lights on, because sunlight was streaming in through all the glass windows. He walked over the large marble tub, put the stopper in the drain, turned the hot water on, and began to remove his clothes.

He stood in front of the large mirror on the wall, looking his adult body over. He was made of muscle and power, just like his father had been. He didn’t know the face looking back at him. Every time he saw his own reflection, it startled him. It was like there was always a stranger looking back at him. He put his hand to his face, feeling it, making sure it was real.

It wasn’t fair. He shouldn’t look like this. He was only a kid. Why was he trapped in this body? Yeah, it was nice, but he had to act the age of this shell.

His hand slowly began to glide down muscle, gripping his engorged root, giving his long length a few strokes. It felt so good, and he moaned as he stroked himself harder, faster. He didn’t take his eyes off his face.

A few minutes later, his mouth gaped open, and his creamy warmth splattered across the glossy surface of the mirror. Stream after stream of his pearly seed coated the mirror, slowly dripping down it like thick tears.

He had watched his face the whole time. His face always seemed to get this funny look on it when his pomegranates spilled their juice. It was comical. He wondered if Tygra made a funny face when he did this, too.

He put his hands on either side of the mirror, steadying himself. He always seemed to get a little weak on his feet after he got done spilling his morning torments. He gazed up, and his mouth suddenly gaped in shocked horror. He was staring right into molten topaz-blue eyes, and stumbled back, covering his softening root with both hands.

“Leo?” He choked, looking into that beautifully handsome face.

He looked exactly the way he remembered, and it terrified him. Leo’s form began to grow, and age a few more years. The image in the seed-coated mirror was even more breathtaking. He had always been so striking to look at, and now his looks were as shocking as lightning.

“This is what I would look like now, Lion-O,” the haunting image in the glass told him with such sorrow in those enchanted blue eyes. “Why didn’t you just go with me to the library like I had wanted?”

Lion-O took a frightened step back, slipping in water. He landed on his naked ass, knocking the wind from his lungs. He stared into his own horror-filled eyes, trying to catch his breath. He was only looking at himself. What had just happened?

The bathtub was overflowing and he needed to turn it off, but his body wouldn’t move. He was paralyzed. His feet would not work. He was too terrified to move, and he was wheezing for air.

Had he just seen a ghost or had he been dreaming? Was it because he had been holding his breath while pleasuring himself, starving his brain of air? Or, was it all the guilt that had been stirred up yet again from last night? It could quite possibly be all of that. But, what if it had been Leo? What if his spirit truly was haunting him? Why now? He didn’t know much about ghosts, but he knew that Snarf did. He would ask him. Plus, he needed to know if Snarf still thought of Leo.

He realized, yet again, that his ass was getting really wet, and he quickly turned the water off. He got a rag from the closet, cleaned the mirror off, and turned it completely around, so he wouldn’t have to look in it. Plus, he didn’t want anyone else looking out. That little hallucination had been scary enough. He would rather face Mumm-Ra with no clothes on than that sorrowful image of his best friend.

He stepped into the tub, sitting back in the steamy water, stretching out his powerful legs, wiggling his toes. The water was up to his neck, and he realized that his toenails were growing razor-sharp again. He would either have to cut them, or stop wearing boots.

He didn’t realize he was crying until he tasted the salt on his tongue. He splashed water on his face, and reached for the shampoo Snarf had made for him. It was in a shimmering glass bottle, and the contents smelled of wildflowers. He dunked his head back, looking up at the ceiling.

“Leo…”

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“Very wicked,” Mumm-Ra chuckled, placing a gnarled had on his golem’s shoulder. “The little Thunder-Pussy was so frightened.”

The golem showed no emotion on his handsome face. His beautiful blue eyes didn’t even blink.

“Hmm,” the ancient mummy said, tapping his bottom lip with a deadly talon. “What shall I have you do next to torment his fragile little mind? We shall start off with small things like this for a few weeks, and slowly get nastier.” He cackled insanely. “And the best part about all of this is,” he said, turning his back to his wonderful creation. “I won’t even have to get dressed up for it.”

The golem kept gazing down into the bubbling pool. His eyes narrowed just a mere fraction. If Mumm-Ra had been paying attention, he would have seen the slight hint of a deviously twisted intelligence within their brilliant blue depths.

“Come,” Mumm-Ra called to his toy. “Let us take a walk through the pyramid. I believe it should be raining frogs at the west entrance.”

The golem did as the voice of its master commanded. It turned from the seeing-pool and walked along beside its crimson-cloaked creator.

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think.

Flora.
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