A Deep Love By James
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This material deals with sexual as well as romantic situations between teenaged boys. Should you be offended by such material, and if you're not of the legal age to read such material, then please find something else to read.
Chapter 6
Larry Marks sat in the back seat of the van as the two thugs sat in the front riding along in silence. The one named Alex who was driving was a guy who escaped along with Larry. Jack was the passenger up front and was also another escaped inmate.
The three of them snuck out when everyone was out of their cells getting dinner. The three of them waited until one of the inmates caused a racket, then once the two guards were distracted, Jack grabbed the two guards heads and smashed them together, knocking both men out. Once out of the mess hall, Jack, Alex and Larry went to where the entry way was for the guards to come in once on duty. Using the keycards they stole off the guards, they went in to one of the changing rooms and switched their inmate clothes for fresh guard uniforms. Three days before, Jack, with the help of his extra freedom around the prison disabled all of the cameras, but did it in such a way that the guards assumed that the system was still online and tracking them. This was what accounted for no one stopping them.
"Where are we going first?" Alex asked turning his head to look at Larry.
"First we're going to be going to a cabin I have out in the woods, then we're going to find a few faggots that I've been thinking about for several weeks now.
It was now early spring and Larry had plenty of time to nurse his hatred for Michael Williams and Michael's brothers. He knew that he would make Michael pay, but he wasn't going to physically hurt Michael, of that he was certain. He knew how to hurt Michael in such a way as to make the boy suffer for all time.
Larry smiled to himself. Michael's world was about to end as the little faggot knew it and more enjoyable, the piece of shit didn't even see it coming.
Michael
"Lights please," I said as I held the boxes in my arms.
Josh found the light switch and flipped it on. The front entrance lit up in a warm glow and I felt that sense of love once again for the new place.
After Christmas, Josh and I returned to school, but with a new principal who made it clear that the prohomosexual environment that we had enjoyed for the past few months was now at an end. Most of our teachers that we had classes under quit in protest and the new ones who were brought in were ones who were friends of the new principal and like him, they hated people who were in any part of the GLBT Community.
One day on the second week of the new staff change, Josh and I came in to the principal's office after Principal Edwards called us in.
"Did we do something wrong?" I asked staring defiantly at him.
"I'd take the shitty look off your face right now boy," he said beginning to shout. I then saw Josh run to where his desk was and then behind.
"What the'''!" Edwards managed, then his words were cut off as Josh grabbed him around the neck and squeezed hard.
"Shut up right now," Josh said in the most low and hateful tone I had ever heard him use. "You're going listen right now, and I'm going to make you a promise. If you continue to call my boyfriend and I out for who we are, then I'll make life very unpleasant for you."
Josh had removed his hands from around Edwards's throat by now and the man was staring at us with hate in his eyes.
"You're not coming to this school and thinking that you can be faggots," he said.
"Hmmm," Josh said. "Looks like you're days are numbered."
Josh then pulled out his recorder that we bought on the evening of the first day of the staff change. He had it hidden away and recording. It didn't pick up much aside from teachers telling us not to sit so close and other crap like that. It had been only stuff like that, until now.
"Oh my god, what is that?" I asked pretending to be worried when I looked at the recorder.
"Give that to me," Edwards said and lunged at Josh. Josh was quicker and laid Edwards out cold.
The door opened and one of the new guards ran in. He looked at Edwards and went to grab me.
"That's it faggot," he said. I turned around and kicked him as hard as I could in his groin. He screamed and doubled over in pain. I then called my dad.
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Andrew Williams ran in to the school with several of the Task Force behind him. He had had enough and he was finished putting up with the bullshit. With orders to round up every one of the new staff members, Andrew ran to where his son and Josh were.
Michael
I stood there with three guards holding stun guns on Josh and I. They ran in to the room from out of their office once they heard their fellow guard scream.
"Guess your little sun-lit utopia is gone forever," the guard to my right said.
"Go to hell," I said. "You and all of your bigoted friends are the ones with utopian visions. You think you can really rid the nation and even the world of people who are gay and that will fix all of the problems."
"Shut up," he said getting nervous.
"You think that your utopian visions will come true after we're all converted or killed or whatever it is you guys call it these days."
"Shut up!" he screamed.
"Maybe I could get a special phone that calls Hell," I went on stepping closer to the guard. "Maybe on this special phone, I can call Hitler and ask him if he'd like me to reopen his death camps so you sick fucks can put to death another six million people, this time, all of them if not most of them being us."
"Shut up!" he screamed as his face turned purple with rage.
"Maybe I could even call someone from the Spanish Inquisition and see if they'd like me to rebuild some of their instruments of torture so we can force out of people if they themselves are gay, or if they know people who are. Doesn't that sound like fun, you sick fuck!"
I lunged at him and wrestled the stun gun out of his hand and pressed the button, He slammed on the ground and I didn't let a moment go by as I reacted instantly as I saw the two other guards hold up their hands with the stun guns in them. I put those two down as well and I went up to the first guard.
"Okay mother fucker," I began. "You'll recover in probably a few hours, but while I have you down, I want you to think of something. I want you to think of the fact that I would have no problem coming after you. If you and I ever do meet again, and should you say another hateful thing to me, I want you to carry this thought with you for all of your remaining days. I want you to think of me taking a scalpel and slowly cutting in to your throat. I would then slowly remove your voice box and cut it up in front of you the way one cuts up a piece of stake. You hearing me you sick bastard!"
He began to close his eyes. I then grabbed his chin and squeezed hard. He screamed loudly and I honestly loved the sound. I squeezed harder.
"You're hurting me!" he screamed as his tears began.
"Aww, what's this?" I asked in that super-sweet voice that parents use with small children who are hurt and crying about it. "Are we crying, aww. I'm sorry."
He tried to say something, but my grip was now harder on his jaw.
"I'll fucking give you something to cry about," I said beginning to pull his jaw down so that his mouth was opened. "I can do that with no problem."
I was losing control faster now and completely immune to his screams of pain. Yes, he was now screaming and I didn't care. I actually enjoyed it and enjoyed it with all of the happiness that one feels when having a nice dinner or taking in the view of a sunset.
"Michael!" let him go!" someone said from the door, but I hardly heard them.
I was now pressing his jaw to the right, or his right and my left and it was almost to the breaking point.
"Michael!" the voice said, this time louder. The voice broke through and I could see everything again. I was literally seeing red as I was hurting the guard. I now saw everything though, my hand pressing on the man's jaw, trying to break it.
I let go and stood up on legs that felt like rubber. I then saw my dad in the doorway.
My dad pulled out his gun and aimed at the two closest guards on the floor. He pulled back the hammer and held it close to where they could see it.
"Move and you're dead," he said. "You think you'll get out of this by screaming about Freedom of Speech or some bullshit like that," my dad said. "Not this time. My associates and I have been watching you and your friends since even before you guys came to this school and we know what you're about. You've all committed crimes before coming here and you were about to do it again, but your guys' days are done."
It turned out that the principal and his cronies were people who secretly ran a few schools that were mainly religious, but were written about in such a way so as not to tip people off as to what they were doing within the walls of these places. Secretly, they were Ex-gay Therapy centers and they wanted to try to mainstream their practice in to this school. They were about to begin the therapy classes the next week, but it appeared that if my dad and his group had it their way, that they wouldn't be starting anything on any week.
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It was at the beginning of March that Josh and I began talking about ways to really fight the bigotry that clearly existed in Sangger. After a few ideas brought up by the two of us, then after including our brothers, we decided that a place of our own was in order. Not a house for all of us exactly, but a place where we could take in kids who had been disowned by their parents for being gay or for kids who were about to be sent to Ex-gay Therapy Centers. After we talked more about this idea, we brought it up to my parents and to Josh's dad.
They all three did some checking around and found a place that was for sale. It was basically a mansion that was in the woods, but close enough to town that we could get help if we needed it or medical care quickly.
It had a few floors as well as a few other wings on each floor with more bedrooms than I had ever heard of a house having. I then went with my parents, boyfriend and brothers to see the house.
It was big with a dark green exterior as well as French doors on the back that lead out to a patio as well as the back yard and the woods.
On the inside, there was a large entry way with a couple of closets for coats, boots and other clothing for the outside and a bathroom. There was a large grate room that looked like it could hold many people.
The kitchen was the largest that I had ever seen. It had two stainless steel stove/ovens as well as two large industrial-sized refrigerators and two industrial-sized freezers. There wasn't any table, but I knew that my dad and everyone else could fix that.
The bedrooms were large and spacious with large floor-to-ceiling windows that gave wonderful views of the yard and of the trees outside.
I instantly fell in love with the place and as I described everything to Josh, he felt the same as I did.
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Larry sat in the back of the truck as Jack and Alex got out of the front area and closed the doors. He watched as they came around to the bed of the truck and got out the cans of gasoline as well as the rags. They were going to burn down Josh's house, then hopefully if they found all of the boys at Michael's house, Larry would grab Michael and bound him. He had hopes that Michael would sit there and have no choice than to watch his brothers and boyfriend be burned alive or whatever other torture that Larry had in store for them.
Once the rags and gas were applied to the exterior of the house, the match was lit and the flames began. It didn't take long for the house to begin burning and soon, the whole house was in flames.
Larry watched joyfully as the structure began to fall in on itself. He was even more joyful at what was playing on the car's C.D. Player. It was Pink Floyd's song called One of These Days. Larry always loved the song and when he would do the procedures on kids at his former camp in which he would give them nausea-inducing drugs and make them look at pictures of pornographic acts between men, he would have the song playing at full volume.
With the house engulfed in flames, the three men sped away from the scene of the crime.
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Michael
On a Friday night in March, we began to pack up everything from my old house to take it to the new one. I helped with getting some of the stuff that Bengy couldn't get, then I moved on to helping David with his stuff. He stood beside me smiling widely.
"Excited?" I asked.
"Yeah, definitely!" he replied.
Once everything was packed up, I sat down on the stripped matrass that on which Josh and I had slept and made love countless times and just thought about how far every one of us had come in the past few months.
Patrick and Bengy were doing well, as well as were David and Corey. Josh and I were doing really well and I felt more happy at that moment than in any other.
Jason and Eric were doing well and I was happy about that even more so, given everything that Eric had been put through. I was suddenly jerked from my thoughts as I heard a crash from the front door. I ran to the door and suddenly was staring down the barrel of a gun. I then looked up and saw my enemy Larry Marks.
"Well, now what do we have here?" he said with a hateful smile on his face.
"Go to Hell," I said beginning to ready myself for the confrontation I knew was coming.
"No, that's where you'll be going," he said.
"How did you get out of prison?" I asked.
"Not important," he answered. I then saw two men behind him and they had what looked like gas cans that they were holding.
"Who's your trash you have with you?" I asked.
"They're not trash," Larry said. "And you'll be sorry if you talk about them like that again."
"What Lar, going rape me again?" I asked inching closer to him. "You just don't know when to quit do you?"
I was suddenly on the floor with Larry on top of me. I kicked out and got him in his groin. He screamed and rolled off me. The two guys with him rushed in and one grabbed me and slammed me in to a chair. He was the shorter of the three of them, and the other one who was taller and skinnier tied me to the chair.
"Going burn the house down with some of us in it?" I asked.
"You'll see," short guy said.
I was then dragged outside and I had no choice, but to sit there while the two guys and Larry went in the house.
Several minutes went by and I then began to smell smoke. I began to shake all over.
"They did it!" I screamed in my head. "They're burning down the fucking house and David and Corey are in there!"
All of the rest of the family was out getting dinner to bring back to the house. I then Realized that Josh was sleeping in the living room. I then began struggling to get free. Larry and his thugs then ran out of the house and up to me.
"Hope you know how to compartmentalize," Larry said. "You're going have a lot of sleepless nights thinking about the people you're losing and how you couldn't do anything to stop it."
"Fuck you!" I screamed at the top of my voice. I then struggled so violently, that part of the back of the chair broke. I then shook it more and the three guys watched me with hateful smiles on their faces. I shook the chair a few more times, and it then fell apart. The three men just stood there shocked. It seemed that they were paralyzed and I was going to take advantage of that. I freed myself from the ropes and ran at Larry. I slammed him on the ground and grabbed his gun. I looked in to his eyes and saw hate that I'll never be able to put in to words.
"You got away so many times," I said. "But not this time."
I cocked the hammer of the gun and fired two times which fired two bullets in to his sadistic face. I was now covered with his blood and bits of bone and brain matter, but I didn't think of that at that point. The two other guys were beginning to run and I took one of them down with a point-blank shot to the head, and the same for the other one. I then heard screaming coming from the house.
"Michael!" I could hear that it was David. "Michael, help us!"
I ran in to the house and as I ran towards the door, I heard sirens in the distance. I ran in to the hallway that was slowly burning and I ran to David's room. I ran in and saw him and Corey tied to the bed.
"Michael!" David screamed and began coughing hard. The smoke was getting heavier and heavier.
I broke a window beside the head of the bed and grabbed one of the shards of glass. I began cutting through the ropes binding my two brothers and I then had them free.
I then had Corey hold on to me from behind as we ran to the living room. Josh was coughing and throwing up at the same time and I was getting even more scared that we wouldn't get out in time. I heard timber falling in other parts of the house and there were also windows exploding upstairs. I got Josh when he stopped throwing up and we ran outside and faced the house, and then it happened.
The whole house went up in the biggest fireball I had ever seen. It wasn't like in the movies, it was worse. There was a giant exploding sound and the house fell in on itself with sparks exploding and blasting up in to the night sky. It reminded me of something out of the bible.
I turned to my boyfriend and brothers and for the first time since we all entered one another's lives, I had no idea what to do or say.
Author's Notes
I figured that this would be a good place to stop. I believe that I'll have this story wrapped up in a few more chapters. I have another story I'm working on and I want to begin getting it posted to Nifty as soon as I possibly can.
So I hope everyone is doing well and I'll see you guys in Chapter Seven.