Chapter 467: Barcelona

Time to move on.

The flight to Barcelona took longer than expected due to bad weather and air traffic delays. We still made it to the hotel in time to get lunch and change into lighter-weight clothes than we had in Belgium.

“Can we go see a bullfight,” one of the kids asked.

In Basque, one of the staff came over to say, “I’m sorry, but Barcelona banned bullfighting back in twenty-ten. Even when the ruling was overturned, we didn’t resume the practice. There is a lot more to see in Spain than bullfighting. You should make sure to go tour Sagrada Família and Casa Batlló. I know most children aren’t interested in architecture. These are places you will never forget seeing. They are two of the many buildings Gaudí built or influenced their design by others.”

We went to see those since the small shops we wanted to visit closed for two hours after lunch, though not for a siesta as the kids and adults thought. Around five, we did stop in one of the local parts of the area where tourists didn’t go to get a snack.

“This will be a treat for you, Americans,” one of the companions said. “We are in a part of Barcelona where they tolerate outsiders speaking Spanish and English. It is not something you can see, but visitors are encouraged to move along.”

She went to some women talking outside one of the restaurants and told them, “These Americans are visiting Barcelona, and I brought them here because they want to show you that they are worthy of your time.”

Yeah, right. I can see the disgust on the woman’s face.

April decided she would break the tension and asked the women in Basque if she could use their bathroom. Some girls also needed to go too. The women gladly welcomed the girls inside. We started talking with the different companions about suggestions for something light to eat since dinner was usually ten at night.

One of the women listened to us before coming to the companion and asking, “Where are the Americans you said you brought here? I don’t hear any English or Spanish.”

“They are part of those here in front of you. All those girls who requested to use the bathroom are part of the American’s visiting,” he explained. “The teacher of a high school class taught his students three languages. Irish, Dutch, and Basque, at least to how a ten-year-old around here talks. He did it in under three months. This trip was their reward. The families that came with them learned the three languages in under a month, but they can’t read or write them.”

Before the woman could respond, April came out with two little girls and a little boy singing Row-Row-Row Your Boat in Irish. None of them could be older than four. That shocked their mom more than anything because she couldn’t understand them. The kids knew the song because the kids had learned it recently. That got the kids in the class singing along too. When April started it in Basque, the kids on the trip began to sing in Basque.

“Hi, I’m David Jones,” I said, introducing myself to the women. “That is my daughter teaching your kids how to sing that in Irish. She likes how it sounds better than Dutch. The song they are singing is the first one I used to teach my students how to do in Basque, Dutch, and Irish. You already see how easy it was to teach those words to little children.”

It took a bit longer to explain it differently, but they finally understood how and why it worked. My brother and sister played patty-cake with April’s new friends when I finished how my way worked. The words were a mishmash of all three languages, but the kids didn’t seem to care. Some kids in my class looked at newspapers and pointed out different things they found interesting or funny.

One of the men walked out of a shop to see what was causing all the activity. He got an explanation and how Americans ate dinner earlier than is done around here, so we were looking to get a snack. The woman pointed him over to me.

Once we made the introductions, he said, “I have heard of a man by the name David Jones who is the new owner of a large hotel in the town’s center. When they said he was a large man, who just turned eighteen this year, I expected a fat man, not one who is all muscles.”

“My brother lives in Toledo, and he mentioned a big man who owns an estate with a bed and breakfast nearby. The man can swing a hammer well enough to make swords worthy of carrying a maker’s mark from an old sword-making family. I believe he mentioned that it was a boy named David Jones,” another man said. “He also said he tried to find this boy because my nieces are past marrying age, and he was looking for that David. As far as my brother is concerned, any boy who can learn to make swords well in a short time could provide for a wife and children.”

I replied to them both, saying, “I am the same David Jones in both cases. Your brother would have been disappointed if he had come to me with your niece to ask me to be a prospective husband. I didn’t have any job prospects to pay someone under eighteen enough to care for a wife, much less children. I got the hotel as payment for a debt owed to a guy I met a few times who died expectedly.”

“Money wouldn’t have been the problem, son. You can’t keep your dick in your pants,” dad joked, causing the men to laugh along with us.

“It is hard to keep it in my pants when I somehow attract girls and women who want my sperm inside them,” I retorted. “I have some money now, but no women or girls have come to ask for child support. Can I help it that I’m a chick magnet for fertile women?”

They called bullshit on me, and dad told them I wasn’t talking out of my ass.

Due to my build, my coat fit over my arms. That made it have room in the front. It was ok with me because I could open it to get a kid in there who needed me to carry them and still zip it back up. I had seen the girl moving carefully to keep someone from bumping into or touching her. I also noticed that all she had on was a thin short-sleeved dress. When she got closer, I saw she wore a nightshirt with elastic in the waist that made it pull in like a dress. A quick check with my implant showed me that she was sixteen, even if she looked closer to twenty. The temp had been in the mid-sixties earlier, but here it was almost dark and now in the low fifties. Her lips were starting to turn a bit blue, her teeth were chattering, and she was shivering.

“Well, come on already,” I told her as I unzipped my coat and held my arms open.

She ran over and jumped up to put her arm around my neck and legs around my waist. I had an arm under her butt, with my jacket around us. The other was behind her back. I let my hand rub over her bare butt as I reached down to get my jacked zipped up with her clinging to me, trying to warm up.

Dad looked at the shocked look on the girl’s father’s face and said, “Oh, then there is that. I have no idea how it works, but I’m guessing she hasn’t let anyone hold her since she was big enough to squirm free and scream when someone tried?”

They couldn’t see what she was doing with the girl inside my jacket, including her head. She worked up my shirt and then hers to have as much skin-on-skin contact as possible. She tried to pull her nightshirt off, but I cleared my throat, and she got the hint. It remained bunched up on her shoulders. When I unzipped the top of my jacket, she panicked a bit and got her arms back inside it.

“I don’t want you suffocating in there. Time to pop your head out to get some air,” I told her.

She tried to French kiss me, but I shifted her around so she could put her head on my shoulder. I couldn’t see if she had a smile on her face or not. I know she had to bury her face in my shoulder when she got off with just a few light strums of her curly-stringed instrument.

Her dad was still speechless, but two women had gotten girls from a restaurant and a bar to start bringing out some water. Not long after, tapas began to go on plates in the middle of the tables. He kept watching the girl and me, so when she came the fourth time, he heard her heavy sigh right before her legs dropped out from under my jacket as she went limp. I shifted her a bit to have her butt more centered on my arm to hold her better.

“She was pretty cold. I think she is slowly warming back up. Do you mind if I keep holding her until she wakes back up? She doesn’t weigh anything, and I’m used to a kid sleeping against me, even big kids,” I asked.

I laughed, making the girl shake awake, start shaking in fear and begin struggling to get loose.

“Hey,” I said soothingly. “You’re safe. No one is going to hurt you. Go back to sleep.”

“Ok. I’m sleepy,” the girl said, kissed me on the cheek, rubbed off another quick one, and went limp again.

A woman came up from behind me, moved around to kiss the girl on the cheek, and said, “Her name is Lucia. We’ve not met before, but you must be the David I read about in the support groups for children like her. They mention this magic man that is like a magnet that pulls them to him. Those posting there say not to worry if our child tries to get you and themselves naked to have as much skin-on-skin contact. It isn’t sexual, even if our children pleasure themselves frequently while in your embrace or close to you. It won’t affect you like other boys and men. There is supposedly a boy in an almost empty town who has the same effect on kids like her, but he is hard to find.”

“David only realized in the last four years that he has pretty much had that effect on Autistic and other special-needs kids. I would guess that she doesn’t sleep all that much and only for short periods once exhausted,” mom whispered as she guided us away from the crowd. “I am guessing she is already nude under his jacket with his shirt pulled up.”

I gave her a stern look and said, “Really, mom? She still had her arms in her thin nightshirt when she jumped into my arms with her teeth chattering.”

“You don’t know how much it means to me that you made sure to hold her tight to you when she rubbed herself in her happy place enough times to make her pass out. That doesn’t happen as much as when she was little because now she is afraid someone will rape her while she is unconscious. I didn’t understand what she said when unlocking all the locks on her door before running down the stairs. I got her to stop enough to get a nightshirt. You probably already know that she goes naked most of the time due to not liking clothes touching her but hasn’t let anyone but me see her naked since she was five,” Lucia’s mom said. “Her twin, Lidia, tested on the Autism spectrum too, but only if you know she has it can you tell. She can get through to Lucia when Lucia is having a terrible day, but it tears her up that she can’t hold her twin sister.”

Mom told me to go on. She and dad would see me back at the hotel in the morning, if not before.

I followed the woman up the stairs to where they lived over her husband’s shop. Inside I saw Lucia’s room. Her mom helped me out of my jacket to put Lucia in her bed after taking off the dress she wore as a sleep shirt. She woke up long enough to pull me into a hot kiss as she reached between her legs to play with her pussy again. I took her hand away and put my mouth over her pussy. I licked and finger-banged into her tight, but not blocked, pussy. I kept it up, and Lucia didn’t pass out.

“You know what you have to do, Lucia, if you want to go back to sleep,” I told her so only she could hear me.

Finally, she used her feet to push me away, went to her mom, hugged her, and said clearly, “I love you so much, mommy. I wish I weren’t this way, but I am. I try so hard. I hide in my room because I know how much it hurts you to see me cry, and I can’t have you hold me.” I caught her as that was as much as she could do before burning through what energy she had right now to stay awake.

I felt Lidia, and I was instantly furious.

“I know this is your house, but I need to do something between Lidia, Lucia, and me. It isn’t sex. Will you please get everyone else out of the apartment?” I asked.

After giving me a hug and kiss, she rushed through to get her other kids down to help get food and play with the kids in my group outside.

Fuck all of you who keep removing it from my mind. If you get involved, I will find you and show you what it is like to fuck with the wrong person.

I felt a massive surge of fear from somewhere, and then I knew what I needed.

Before Lidia could breathe to scream, I pulled her into a pocket out of time.

“You fucking insidious cunt. Weather witches and a timeless abomination locked away in lava, those I let live, even something from another dimension or universe. While you, too, will survive, you will choose to escape whatever passes for existence wherever you exist right now,” I told whatever the fuck it was inside Lidia’s brain.

This thing had been in Lidia since birth. Lucia felt it, and that caused her to get revolted by getting anywhere near her twin. When Lidia managed to fight her way through this thing, it blasted out over the twin link. That caused Lucia to appear to have a meltdown as she screamed out and kept this thing from her mind. It couldn’t ever get in, but that didn’t mean it couldn’t cause her to freak out until Lidia stopped fighting the thing. They had a few minutes together while Lucia recovered, then she was revolted again.

“Oh, don’t try to sneak out or escape. You can’t leave until I decide I’m tired of finding ways to torture you for millennia. Ensure you warn the others because now I know how to seek you. I will hunt you down. I control time,” I told it as I tracked it back to wherever it existed, jerking it from Lidia

I pulled Lucia in here too. Both girls got to observe all the hell I rained down on this entity. They gave many creative suggestions I would never have considered. We spent two millennia finding new and excruciating ways to make this thing suffer. When that finally got old, I took them out of this time bubble. I put them into another where they would now have those sixteen years back before moving to Lucia’s bed, stripping, and cuddling up, skin to skin, before going to sleep. In the real world, only sixteen seconds would have passed.

“Ok, whatever the fuck you are, now you get to come along as I find the others of you in the minds of other humans,” I told it as I sought them all out.

I didn’t expect to find any of these entities whose influence moderated or halted the human horrors that made Hitler and Hannibal look like a toddler getting poop from their diaper before crawling into their parent’s laps to wipe it on their parent’s faces.

I contacted those to thank them for what they inflicted on those people. It was a million times better than what those people would do otherwise.

The rest, they spent three millennia sharing the worst fears, pain, and something that a human mind can’t describe. Then something from there peacefully reached out to me, showing me that I had only been tickling these entities. I locked them into that time bubble and stepped outside it while I took a piss and checked on the girls. When I went back into it, two-hundred-fifteen-million years had passed with these things suffering what turned out to be a fitting punishment for their crimes in whatever dimension they existed within.

I felt a link from there inviting me to connect with them, knowing that it couldn’t get through my shield. We communicated beyond what humans other than I can do.

Am I even a human?

“You are human and not the first to exist, but so far, the most powerful. Your power comes from your mercy and respect for what equates to life in all forms. Where I am, we perceive time differently. Being who you are, you have punished those violating laws meant to prevent what you have found around your world. You did it in ways that we could not. My kind found that we aren’t as all-powerful as we believed and that there is one that equates to the god that human stories say created everything from a dark emptiness. No one will seek to experience that which those who violated our laws received as punishment. For all life where I exist, I thank you for not swatting us like a mosquito sucking blood on your arm,” it told me.

I hope that gets the word out.

I prevented whoever would remove the knowledge from making time bubbles from my mind for a while longer.

“Come upstairs with me,” I said to their mom. “Please don’t ask questions and do what you can to use me as an excuse that you need to explain to your family why Lucia and Lidia can hold each other skin-on-skin. They are twins and now know how to help each other cope with their different forms of Autism. Just take this on faith that it is a miracle, blessing, or whatever you choose.”