Date: Fri, 18 Jul 2008 06:30:56 -0400
From: walrus
Subject: the truth about iceland, chapter 7

We must have fallen asleep, because at around 3:00am I woke up. Jakob had
me locked securely against his body, yet I could feel his chest expanding
and contracting to his even breaths. I couldn't move my arms, so I just
whispered, "Jakob! Wake up!"

He woke with a startle, and I could feel his heart racing. I peered at him
curiously, but quickly remembered why I had waked him up. "We need to get
back to my house, or my mom will freak out over our absence." I whispered.

"Grr... but I'm tired." He said, and he did look extremely tired. I guess
all that energy had finally took its toll on him.

"Come on." I urged him. He rolled me over so I was under him and closed his
eyes. "Jaaakobbbb!" I called out exaggeratedly.

"Oh, what's that? You're tired too? Great! Let's sleep!" he said
sarcastically. I couldn't help but laugh. I prodded him in the stomach for
fun, and I doubted he could even feel it. I started to tickle him until he
said, "Fine fine! Let's go."

Anna and Lilja were asleep, and Cody was in the kitchen making some
cereal. "Hey Cody. Jakob and I are leaving before my mom notices us
missing." I told him.

"Okay, bye." He said shyly. Jakob didn't take his piercing eyes off of him
until I pulled on his arm. He refused to put on his shirt, so I just threw
it in the bag we brought.

"Okay, we're good to go." I said drowsily.

"Get on my back." Jakob said.

"What?" I asked, dumfounded by what he had just said.

"Get on my back." He repeated.

"No, I might injure your back."

"Don't worry about it, I can handle it." He said grumpily. I guess he had a
point; his back was mapped by chords of muscle.

"Fine." It was pretty awkward; I climbed on his large back and put my arms
around his neck like one would do for a piggy back ride. He held the sack
in one hand, and let the other hang loosely at his side.

"So why are we doing this again?" I asked.

"Because you're slow, and I'm not." He said, winking. He took off down the
road so fast that my stomach lurched forward inside of me. "Good thing
you're feather-light." He said, grinning at no one in particular.

"You're so silly." I said, giggling. Lilja lived much closer than I had
thought. We were home before I knew it, and Jakob hadn't even broken a
sweat. We quickly went upstairs and shut the door.

"Thank god we're here. I'm so tired." He said, yawning and dropping the bag
beside my bed.

"Well you sure had enough energy to run down a few streets." I said, making
fun of him.

"Yeah, yeah. Get in here." He said, pulling me onto the bed and getting on
top of me.

"Hey, what's this for? I can barely breathe... grr."

"To make sure you don't escape in the middle of the night, silly."

"That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard."

"Just enjoy the view... I'm too tired to argue." By the view, I assumed he
meant his body.

"I'm already doing that-" but he had already fallen asleep. I just shook my
head at him. 'What am I going to do with him?' I thought to myself.

My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on my door, and I feared that it
might wake Jakob.

"Hey giant." I said, poking him hard in the stomach. "Ouch-Hey! You hurt
me!"

"Wha-what? Who's hurting you!?" he exclaimed.

"Just get off of me." I giggled.

"Oh, okay. Who's at your door?" He said, lifting himself off the bed with
one arm. I enjoyed the gunshow while I could.

"That's what I'm trying to figure out." I said, getting up and walking to
the door.

"Hey! Wait! Step back; I'll answer it."

"What are you, my bodyguard?"

"You like it." He grinned.

"Don't be so cocky." But I know deep down that I DID like it.

"Just let me get it." He growled, putting his arms around my waist and
lifting me easily aside.

"Meanie." I pouted, though I couldn't suppress my grin. He opened the door,
and it was my mom who was in the doorway.

"Wow, nice job on the guy." She said, grinning at Jakob.

He stepped aside and said, "I'll just let you... yeah." His face was beet
red with embarrassment.

"Um... Mom? What are you doing?"

"Just wanted to say hi. I'll be on my way then, and give you two some
'alone time'." She giggled.

She shut the door behind her on her way out. "What was that about?" Jakob
asked, his face still red with embarrassment.

"My mom thinks that you're hot. With good reason, too." I grinned.

"Well! I don't feel tired anymore. Whatcha wanna do?"

"You know, the American accent... doesn't fit you. It makes you sound
weak."

"Is that so?" He playfully grabbed me and pushed me to the floor.

"There's my Viking!" I said, gasping for air while laughing.

"Hey, what's that noise?" Jakob stopped tickling me.

"My phone? But who would be calling this early in the morning...? What time
is it?"

"5:00am... answer it."

"Hello?" I said, not bothering to look at the caller I.D.

"N-nath-th-an?" Lilja said between sobs. What was happening?

"Lilja... what's wrong?" I asked. Jakob must've picked up on my tone of
bewilderment, because he looked at me, confused.

"R-r..r-..r.." her sounds were incoherent. I could hear another sobbing
voice in the background, but I didn't recognize what she was saying. I
assumed they were speaking their language.

"J-jakob." Lilja said through the receiver.

"Take it. It's Lilja and Anna... they sound pretty shaken up."

Taking the phone, Jakob started speaking Icelandic in a questioning tone. I
was so worried that I didn't even have time to notice how hot he
sounded. After about twenty five minutes of questioning, Jakob slammed the
phone shut.

With his muscles bulging, Jakob looked like a madman. "You're scaring
me..." I said, noticing the look of pure fury on his face. I reached out my
hand and went to touch his shoulder, but he lashed back and knocked me to
the floor. He must have realized what he had done, because he knelt down,
picked me up, and stood up faster than I could have even gotten to my feet.

"Cody is going to die." He growled through clenched teeth.

"Jakob... what happened?" I asked frantically, in fear for both Cody and
Lilja.

"He raped her! He fucking raped her! Oh I swear to fucking God! If he
thought I was scary before, he'll fucking shit his pants!" He ran outside,
looking around crazily.

"Wh-where is he?" I'm pretty sure he could feel me trembling with fear. If
I had been Cody just then, I would have jumped off my roof.

"He ran to that bitch Sean's house! He-he..." tears started to fall from
Jakob's eyes. "Sh-she's like my little sister Nate.. Dammit!" he exclaimed,
punching a tree so hard that the bark came off where he hit it.

"Jakob.." I hugged him tightly. "This can't be happening..." I whispered.

"Argh! I'm gonna crush his motherfucking skull in!" He was so angry that I
could feel his anger just by being near him. He must have gotten directions
from one of the girls, because we ran for what seemed like hours. Well, he
ran, and carrying me didn't seem to fatigue him at all.

Eventually, we got to an extraordinary looking house, but that didn't slow
him down. He wasn't sore at all from the run. In fact, it probably gave him
more energy.

"Where are you, you fucking pervert?!" Jakob yelled, kicking down the
door. His voice echoed through the large house, and anyone who was asleep,
wasn't now.

Sean came in through a narrow doorway saying, "What the hell are you two-"
but he was cut off by a gruesome kick in the arm from Jakob. I did the
calculations in my head: Jakob's ability to lift my body weight with one
leg, times two, magnified by a thousand. I came to the conclusion that Sean
would be lucky if his arm still worked. Judging from the sickening *CRACK*,
I assumed that luck was not on his side.

"Where the fuck is Cody?" Jakob roared.

"Hiding." Sean managed to gasp. A swift punch to the ribs, followed by
another sickening *CRACK* brought Sean to his knees.

"WHERE?!" Jakob roared again. I couldn't do anything but watch with worry
for Cody's life. If this is what he was doing to an almost innocent guy,
what would Jakob do to the guy who raped his 'little sister'?

"My room! -gasp- Third room to the right on the second floor..." he managed
to say before passing out with a great *CLUMP*.

Without a warning, Jakob picked me up again with one hand and practically
jumped to the second floor. Jakob didn't wait a second before ripping the
door off of its hinges. Cody was in the room all right, sitting alone on
the bed. What shocked me the most was that he was laughing!

"Do you think this is funny!? Ah! Farđu í rassgat helvítis tíkin ţín!"
Jakob's deadly words, some unknown to even me, flew into the air. His fists
flew nonstop. After a few minutes, Cody's arms lay limp at his side, both
broken, along with what had sounded like two ribs, yet he still managed a
laugh.

"She fucking begged at my feet for it, you faggot!" he cried out with
sickening joy. I can't believe I thought I had known him. How'd this
happen? Everything happened so fast that it seemed to be in slow motion.

"We'll see how you like it." Jakob snarled, ripping off his jeans and under
garments, revealing his hung tool that I had preciously fondled just hours
ago at Lilja's. I don't know why, but I started crying. All I could do was
watch as Jakob destroyed Cody from the inside out. Cody screamed out in
vain, begging for any chance at mercy that he could get; but Jakob was
relentless. Just how horny was he? 'No,' I told myself. He wasn't doing
this out of lust; he was doing it to prove a point. To show Cody what it
was like.

Heavy tears had begun to fall from Cody's beaten face, along with loud
shrieks of pain. "Stop!" he screamed.

"Your cries are in vain, bitch! As were Lilja's!" Jakob roared over Cody's
screams. After what seemed like hours, Jakob orgasmed, though I could tell
that he didn't enjoy it. "Karma's a bitch, isn't it?" Jakob said, with no
compassion whatsoever.

He turned to face me, as Cody passed out cold. Tears formed once again in
his beautiful blue eyes. My boyfriend just had sex with another
guy. Normally, one would be mad... but Jakob had used sex as a form of
punishment for Cody's wrongdoings.  There was no harm in that was there?

Jakob, now with his jeans back on, walked over to me. "I...I..." he tried
to say, but the words couldn't come out, apparently. I ran up to him and
hugged him as hard as I could without hurting myself. "I'm sorry." he said
in no more than a whisper. I gave him the most passionate kiss of his life
to show him that it was okay. My boyfriend just raped someone. Why wasn't I
mad? He seemed to echo my thoughts, because he asked, "Why aren't you
angry?"

"Because I love you."