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The Last Free Kids: The New Recruit.
Corona barges into the factory's laboratory where they keep him, the wonderful boy, whom he has been watching for months. He goes through the daily torture of injections, his constant nakedness. And the never ceasing flows from the intravenous tube in his wrist. His short cut blonde hair is always unkempt, and his brown eyes, bloodshot.
Corona's twin glocks are in hand. The vile scientist drops the syringe, causing it to shatter. He looks evilly at Corona, as he yells,
"I'm breaking the babe out. So back off!"
"Who in the hell are you?" He asks.
"Your fifteen-year-old worst nightmare. In other words, I'm Kyle Corona."
"Ah, my Mr Corona. `Tis a pleasure to have such a celebrity in my lab. Yes, I have heard of your little group of tyrant friends. Such a surprise that you would stop by. But I have a surprise for you, GUARDS!"
"Fuck! Well don't just sit there!"
The boy jumps up, ripping the IV from his arm. His sweet little testicles and penis jumble as he runs to him. He takes hold of his arm dragging him past the scientist. They pass the door, and Corona lets off one round into the scientist's leg. He leads him out to the centre courtyard. Where the two stop for a rest in the bushes that line the wall.
"I have been waiting to rescue you. For months. As you know, my name is Kyle. I want you on my resistance team. Do you accept?"
"I guess, but why me? There are a great deal more qualified guys in the labs."
"I know. But you were the only one who caught my eye. Who I saw could handle the torture. The only one whom I thought I could love."
"Whoa, you. . .you love me?"
"Jeez, you're cute and all but you have the intellect of a rock. Wait I shouldn't say that, it might offend the rock."
"Shut-up. Um, well thank you. And I hate to bother, but it's kinda cold."
"Oh sorry. I got a pair of underwear here for you and a jumpsuit."Corona pulls them out of the pack along with a pair of glock. He hands them to the sweet boy. "By the way what's your name?"
"Oh, it's Keith."
"A nice name. You look so good in those briefs. Shit."
"Jeez. I can't look that good. I don't even fill them properly. I'm a little small."
"Ugh! I cannot believe you. Your penis is a great size. It's three inches. Maybe five when hard. It's perfect. So shut-up."
"Okay, that is scary. How did you know that?"
"Okay, so I admit. I've seen it."
"How, when?"
"You were completely naked all the time. And no one can go forever without getting hard."
"So, I forgot. Fine."
"There they are! In the bush, get `em!" A large black man yells.
"Okay, let's jet!"
Keith jumps up, and finishes zipping the jumpsuit up. They dash to the east wall, as they approach the wall Corona throws a grappling hook over the wall, providing their means of escape.
"Go Up first I ll hold them off til you are up."Corona orders.
Keith clambers up the rope, he is half way up as the guards begin to shoot. Kyle takes out four of the guards, the one with the better aims he gathers. And then scramble up the rope. A bullet skims pat my head, embedding itself in the beige stucco. Keith's butt is practically in Kyle's face he has climbed so fast.
"Keith, love the view but get going!"He quickens pace, climbing over the peak of the wall. He follows him over and grabs the nearby light pole, and slides down. Keith is quick on his feet. They run off down the street towards the subway. Keith and Corona round a corner, they stop running.
"What? What's wrong?" Keith asks.
"Nothing, we're safe, they don't chase you after a mile. Let's get to the subway. I want to get you back to our base."
They get on the D-train that goes by the sea. Keith starts falling to sleep, Corona switches him so that he is laying Keith's head on his chest. He strings my arms under his to support him. A few people seem to be staring at them. But who cares, I have this sweety in my arms, Corona thinks. The train moves on, switching to the surface, we glide along the tracks next to the ocean. Corona kisses the boy's head. Keith stirs and wakes groggily.
"Are we there yet?"Keith asks.
"No I just thought you would want to see the ocean."
"Oh, it's. Wow." Corona doesn't say a word to him, just simply gives him an awkward side hug.
"We'll be there in half an hour. You can go to sleep again, if you want to."
"Nah. I have all night to sleep. Tell me about your team that I'm now a part of."
"First of all there's I. Kyle Corona, I am the lead. The goal of our group is to assist people who need help in retrieving confidential files, abducted family members, mainly focussed on children. We basically do what we are asked to, but, for a price. Our ultimate goal is to bring down that company that you were playing guinea pig for. The Maezon Corporation.
"The Maezon Corporation, Headed by Kathy Maezon, was founded in 2015. They go under the assumption that they produce medical devices and vaccines. Which they do, but it goes deeper. The serum that they were injecting into you was a mild form of a medically innovative virus. Basically it takes over your nervous system and blocks out any and all pain that is taken. You could get run over by a big rig and you wouldn't feel a thing."
"Are you serious?"
"Absolutely."
"Go on. Who else is on your team?"
"Next, my second in command is Scott Robertson. Fourteen, beautiful and has massive experience with a gun and computer. Five-foot-two, one hundred and five pounds brown eyes and blonde/brown hair, which he keeps in a flat top un-spiked. Scott was the first to be rescued from the labs after I myself had escaped.
"Next the twins. Jesse and Joey Adams. Twelve and the youngest members of the team, their extensive knowledge of security systems has them in high standings. They both keep their blonde hair in a standard cut, parted in the centre. Their eyes a lovely green. Three-foot-ten and seventy-five pound. You want to know which is which, take of their shirts. Joey has a scar in his right pectoral region.
"And finally Alister. Thirteen, and five-foot two at a slim one-hundred pound. Brown hair spiked with a nice accent of brown eyes. He has knowledge in the weaponry department. He is the one who customly made the `Crown Duellers'. My twin glocks, they are black and red. With hollow-tip bullets, which increase the epidermal damage. I love him for them."
"Wow, so I'm the sixth then?"
"Wow. You can count! Just kidding yep. And probably the last, unless you have friends that you wish to rescue."
"Well, I'll have to think. But thanks. So what does your base look like?"
"It is owned by my parents, who live in our sister city Scylan. It is a condominium, eight rooms three floors. Four bathrooms, the whole works. You'll love it."
"Cool. So how much longer is this trip gonna take?"
"We're almost there. Why?"
"I gotta go to the bathroom."
"Fine. It's just a block or two from this next station."
Aonaire street station is where we get off. Keith hurries us down the busy streets. Finally we reach the blue condo. Kyle unlocks the electronic gate. And is greeted by Scott with a hug.
"You're home."He says while hugging Corona. He looks at Keith who gives him a sick look. "Oh, um, hi I'm Scott."
"I know. Kyle was telling me about you earlier. I can see why he rescued you." Keith says.
"Let's go you two. I need something to eat. How has Joey been doing?"
"Fine, his fever has gone down and his WBC count has returned to normal. Jesse has been with him the whole time, going with his every whim. It's quite sad if you ask me."
"They're brothers. Lay off it Scott."
They bring Keith into the kitchen, a white, undecorated, boring kitchen. But with the amount of windows it has, and the view they get, it is perfect. Alister sits at the table fiddling with his own guns. Corona sits at his usual spot, at the centre seat on the right side. Beside Ali (Pronounced Al-ee).
"Ali, what did I saw about bringing your guns to the table?"I ask.
"You didn't say anything. At least I don't think so." He responds with his distinctive British accent.
"I know, just messing with ya babe." Corona rises to help Scott at the range, after kissing the top of Ali's head. "Keith this is Alister. We call him Ali for short."
"Nice to meet you. Kyle when do you want me to get his guns?"
"Later tomorrow will be fine. This is Keith, well you know him I've talked so much about him before."
Corona stands behind him, peering over his shoulder. Yes! His famous tortellini, which he smothers in a creamy white sauce (get your minds out of the gutter) which he makes from scratch with a bit of white wine, Corona thinks excitedly.
"Thanks hon. Do you need any help?" Corona asks.
"No, but why don't, you see how Joey is doing."Scott returns.
"Keith! I'm going upstairs to see Joey and Jesse. Wanna come with?"
"Sure."
They head to the second floor, up the oak stairway and across the hardwood floors. Down the white hallway and the second door on the left.
"Keith hold on a minute. I need to go in alone first. Okay?"Corona asks.
"It's fine, go ahead." Keith says.
"Thanks, I just need to see if Joey's all right with meeting you right now."
Corona opens the door, and pokes his head in. Joey lies on the bed, turned to the side. He sees Corona, and gives up a weak smile. He then takes that as my okay to come in. He sits on the edge of the bed, and finally notices that Jesse lay in the bed next to him. The boy's small hand is draped over Joey's bare stomach.
"Hey Jess, is it all right if I steal your brother for a minute?"Corona asks.
"Ya, just don't do anything dramatic. I don't think he's well enough for that yet." Jesse says.
"I won't." He lifts Joey's whole ninety pounds of existence off the bed and onto the couch, on his lap. He holds him in his lap, his bare chest touching Kyle's. He lays his head on the larger boy's shoulder, then sinking so that it rests against his chest.
"Joey, do you remember that boy I was talking about? The one that was kept in the lab?"He asks in a low voice, to not startle him too much.
"Oh yeah. What happened to him?" Joey asks.
"Well he's here. And I want you to meet him. That is if you are up to it baby."
"I'll be fine."
"Keith, you can come in now." He walks in silently, then sits next to Joey and me. Joey looks over to Keith, then to me.
"He's even cuter than you said. What's ugh," Joey loses his lunch all over Corona's shirt. "Damn. I am so sorry Kyle. I didn't mean to."
"Joey. Baby. It's okay. I've been there before." Kyle says and then kisses his sweet, sweaty forehead. His regorge is on the perfect chest of his, and over Kyle.
"Um, Keith I hate to ask, but could you go tell Scott that we'll be a bit late to dinner?"
"Yeah, that's fine."Keith replies half heartedly.
He strips himself down. Then works on Joey, which isn't all that hard `cos he is wearing a pair of small white briefs. Kyle starts the hot shower, lifting the boy's limp body over the tub's rim. He holds him under the warm water, rinsing the vomit off his smooth chest. He resists slightly, guessing the water is too warm for him. After soaping him up and rinsing him clean he lay Joey down and shower myself. With Joey and himself dried, he leads the sickly boy back to the room.
"Do you want to come down to dinner, or just get some rest?" He asks, the poor baby. He looks so flush and uncomfortable.
"Would you mind if I stayed up here?"Joey asks weakly.
"Would I have asked?" Kyle says with a smile. "I'll bring you some soup in a few minutes all right?"
"Thanks Kyle, I love you."
"I love you, too, Joey. Now get some rest honey."
He turns out the light as Kyle leaves the room, and watch from the door to make sure he gets settled. Once he has, Kyle goes from the room, leaving the door cracked a bit. He joins the rest of the crew at the dinner table.
"Is he doing okay?" Jesse asks, the first to break the silence.
"He's fine. I'm gonna bring him some soup and an Advil in a bit. I want you to keep a close watch on him Jess. Get me if anything happens tonight. Now, let us eat." Kyle says.
Kyle carefully carries the piping hot soup and glass of juice up to the wonderful little boy, after his large meal. As he enters the room, Joey still lay asleep. Jesse sits upon the couch, just sitting. Kyle sets the tray down on the bedside table. Jesse slowly gets up from the couch, and walks to Kyle. The little boy hugs him around his chest.
"Thanks Kyle. I don't know what I'd do without you here to take of us. I can't believe that you care about us this much." Jesse says.
"Jesse. You and your brother are important to me. The both of you are like my brothers, and I care for you even more than that. Um, do you want me to wake Joey or do you think you can handle it?" Kyle asks.
"I. . .can you? I know he's my brother and all, but I think he'll take it better from you."
"Sure babe. I would do anything for you. And you know that." Kyle says kissing the boys little forehead.
Kyle slides under the covers with Joey. He slips his hand under the boy's arm. Touching lightly over his stomach, void of hair. He kisses Joey's cheek, holding the boy tighter he whispers,
"Joey. I need you to eat something, then you can take your medicine." Joey turns over slowly, again smiling weakly at Kyle. He wraps his arms around Kyle's body, burying his face into his chest. Kyle simply hugs the boy with one arm.
"Joey, you have to eat something. I want you to get better, and I promise that after you eat you can go back to sleep."
"All right. What kind of soup did you bring?"Joey asks.
"Chicken noodles."
"Aw. Man, but I wanted clam chowder."
"I know it's your favourite Joey. But it would have been too heavy in your little upset tummy."
"Okay, thank you though."
"Anything else you need before I go?"
"No,"
"Jesse, Joey. Call for me tonight if you need anything." At this point Ali rushes into the room.
"What is so urgent that you must run Ali?"Kyle asks.
"It's Mrs Johnston's husband. The sot is home again." Ali says.
"Bugger. Jesse, are you going to be all right with Joey here for a bit?"
"Yes, I'll take care of him." Jesse reassures him.
"Good. Ali, go get Keith and Scott. I'll be waiting in the kitchen."
"Done."
Kyle flies down the stair, grabbing his shoulder holster and utility belt from the closet. Keith rushes in from the side. Followed by Ali and Scott.
"What is it?" Scott asks.
"Mrs Johnston's husband is home again. We know what this arsehole can do, so we need to be careful. Scott, I hate to do this but I need you to stay with the twins and Keith. If anything happens while I'm gone, you're their best bet for survival. And Keith, well you haven't any training. Beside, I think Ali and I can handle him."
"All right. That's fine. We'll see you in a bit."Scott confirms.
"Got your guns Ali?"
"Always do. Let's go."
Mrs Johnston's house is only a couple blocks down from their condo. The two boys walk hurriedly down the block. When they arrive on her drive they find Mr Johnston's blue Mustang GT., they speed up as they hear glass break. The door is unlocked so they simply enter the residence.
"Ali. Take care of Jonathon. I `ll get Mr Johnston." Kyle orders. Ali heads to the family room, where Jonathon usually hides in these situations. As Kyle heads to the kitchen.
Mrs Johnston sits curled up in a fetal position in the corner beside the refrigerator. Her face is bloody and bruised. "Mrs Johnston. Where is Richard?" Kyle asks. Mrs Johnston weakly points toward the family room. "I'll be right back ma'am."
Kyle shoots over to the family room. Jonathon lies on the couch, quite bashed up. Richard stands over the boy with a fifth of vodka in his fist.
"Richard, drop the bottle now. Along with the gun." Ali says.
"Why the fuck should I listen to you little pricks again?" Richard asks. "All you did last time was get me in trouble."
"Listen Richard. You are hurting your wife and your son, we were asked to help. And that we will. Now drop the gun and step away from the couch. Before we have to get rough." Kyle says.
Richard drops the bottle straight on top of Jonathon's head. The glass shatters, leaving a laceration on the boy's cheek. He then walks over to Ali, grabbing the collar of his shirt. Ali has the muzzle of his gun to the drunkard's stomach.
"Put me down!" Ali yells. Richard raises his gun to Ali's temple. Kyle slowly creeps over to Jonathon, knowing Ali can handle himself. He sits beside the crying boy, of ten years. He raises the boy off the couch and brings him toward the door leading to the kitchen. A gunshot rings throughout the house. Corona quickly turns around to see. . .
To be continued. . .
That is the first chapter of, The Last Free Kids. I hope you liked it. Please send all questions, comments, suggestions and criticism etc. to Jester628@aol.com.
The Jester