The Search (Sean POV)

You rubbed your bicep and slowly rubbed your way down to the blue glow of your forearm. Your entire arm ached ever since the Mistress took control of your arm and **** it to write out that John had apparently used a substantial amount of magic to the south, confirming your hunch was correct. You were still a bit shock up that she had that level of control over you. This gods awful trip south didn't help much either. The ill tempered dinos, the soldiers who seemed to despise that you were the one in charge, the constant fear of what would happen to you if John wasn't where you said he was.

Grumbling to yourself you finally stopped rubbing your arm. It wasn't helping anyways. The only good thing about all of this was your promised reward. Fifty soldiers behind you made you feel slightly invincible. There was no way your quarry could get away this time. You could practically feel the young pussies massaging your cock already. Breaking your attention away from the fantasy playing out in your head you looked at the forest. Everything about it gave you the creeps. You could barely see more than ten feet in it seemed like. Your mind wanders to thinking about huge monsters stalking you as you pass by the forest. You scan along the length of the forest seeing it jut out suddenly quarter a mile ahead of you. The road followed the forest and you saw it quickly disappear around the bend.

To your surprise a lone figure stepped out of the forest at the bend of the road and seemed to be waiting for you.

"Eyes on an enemy" you heard one of the soldiers call out.

"Hold that" you ordered out knowing the squad of pachy riders was about to tear off after the person. Last time this happened they killed the person before you could ask if they'd seen any travelers.

"Hold here, wait for my signal before attacking. I'm going to see who they are first" you order. The soldiers reluctantly stop where they are.

"Sir...let us have some fun at least. This guy doesn't know anything. He walked out of the fucking forest" another pachy rider stated.

"Do you know what John looks like" you turn and ask him. "Do you" you ask another pachy rider. Both men shake their head no. "Then shut the fuck up. For all we know that IS John. You going to volunteer and tell the Mistress you were just trying to have some fun when you end up killing him? Huh? You think she'll be merciful to any of us if we kill the one shot she has at bringing back Wendel" you ask the group. The pachy riders seem properly chastised now you think. None of the other soldiers have their stupid little smirks on their face either.

"I shouldn't have to keep reminding you we need John alive you stupid fucks" you yell at them. You turn back around to see the person still standing in the road. Just waiting. A cold chill runs up your spine, but you shake it off and start walking toward them.

"Sir...what if it is him, you won't be able to capture him by yourself" you hear someone say.

"Just let me worry about that" you reply as you continue on. They were of course right. There was no way this was actually John. It was just some random forest guy probably hoping to trade for food or something, but maybe he'd seen John and his group pass by at some point. Once you learned what you could you figured your troops could have their fun with him.

You look back one last time at your troops, and you're happy to see they seem to finally be listening to you, even if only because they were scared of the Mistress and not you. You continue along the road trying to see what you could about this person. They looked like a male you noticed the closer you got, but when you were close enough to make out features you noticed they were wearing some sort of mask or helmet.

Eventually you found yourself about ten feet from the man, and he raised a hand for you to stop.

"Hello...Sean" you hear him say. Your heart sinks as you recognize the voice immediately.

"John Doe" you spit out. The man presses against his neck and the helmet folds in seemingly a thousand places and John stands before you suddenly. Smiling down at you.

"I see you've replaced your hand. That's pretty neat" John says as if he wasn't the reason for this magical hand in the first place. You swallow your pride and calm yourself down.

"Surrender John. It's over. I have fifty men just waiting for my command to capture you. If you come along nicely with me I promise none of them will harm you, but if you run they'll hunt you down and I promise you won't be able to walk without help if that happens" you tell him trying to sound unafraid from the position you put yourself into.

"Oh, that's awfully nice of you, but I'm going to have to decline all the same. It is odd you say that though, because I'm only here to offer you the same. All your men can leave, and you can leave as well. We don't need to have anymore bloodshed between us" he tells you. You can feel your eyes widen at his utter stupidity.

"There are fifty soldiers just itching to beat you to a pulp back there. Don't be stupid. Even if you kill me right here they'll overwhelm you" you reply.

"I'm not the one being stupid right now Sean. You'll just have to take my word for it. Don't underestimate us" John tells you. You can feel the cold fingers of fear crawling up your spine. What did he mean "us"? You immediately raise your hand in the air.

"Don't do it. Sean...I promise this doesn't end well for you" John says clearly threatening you. You hesitate a moment with your hand in the air. You could just surrender. Gently lower your hand, walk back to your troops, and tell them to all leave. You look at your glowing arm, and almost like the Mistress is looking up at you the fear you feel for her takes over. Looking back up at John you swipe your arm down quickly. The signal for your troops to charge is given and you hear their cries of war sounding out. John hangs his head for just a second before saying three simple words.

"Light them up" he says sounding ****.