Disclaimer:
Hey everyone this is my first real attempt at posting a decent story on Nifty, so I hope you like it. It does contain graphic sex and violence so if your under 18 (which some of you readers probably are) I have to tell you that you should be elsewhere etc. But whatever the decision is ultimately yours. There isn't a heap of sex in this chapter but then the story really isn't about the sex, I'm sure you will find something to peak your interest, but if your after a story to which you can just blow and go you wont find it here. Anyway sit and back and please enjoy:
P.S. Feel free to send comments on the story to scuba_mick@yahoo.com Flames will be ignored J
PROPHETIC By scuba_mick
Chapter 1: "Asleep"
The cool night air tingled against the man's burning skin. He had been running for so long.
He could still feel them behind him. He turned around to look and sure enough they were closing on him. He couldn't see their faces; they were covered by long dark robes. All he could see were their hands and the long gleaming knives they held.
He hadn't been doing anything wrong, just cruising, looking for a bit of fun before bed. In his six years of visiting this park for sex, he had never encountered any trouble nor had there been any bashings. But these guys weren't just bashers, they were something else entirely.
He couldn't believe how much stamina these guys had. He was a long- distance runner and was beginning to feel tired, but these guys, these freaks, were not slowing down for a second. He couldn't run anymore. He had to stop just for a minute. They were still a ways behind him, and he could stop for a second to catch his breath and keep running. But before he could even act on the thought, his legs cramped up and he collapsed. He tried to get up but he couldn't, his fear and the increasing pain in his legs had him paralysed. Then he saw the figures stop running they walked up to him slowly and looked down at his quaking form.
He looked up at the three figures surrounding him. "Who the hell are you people?" he said, fear and exhaustion filling his voice.
"The True Way has come to purge you and your kind," said the lead figure as he crouched down and raised his knife.
"Why are you doing this to me?" he asked as he looked up at the figure, tears filling his eyes.
"Because," began the robed man, "you're a filthy faggot." With that he slammed the knife into the man's heart.
Seth stared out of the second-story window and down at the beautiful crystal clear waters lapping onto the sand. The water here was perfect; in fact everything here was perfect, from the beach house to the beach itself.
Seth had never felt happier. He was warm and comfortable and didn't have a care in the world. Seth felt a warm smooth hand touch his bare shoulder; he turned around and looked into a pair of deep brown eyes, his eyes. Seth smiled at him, and he returned the smile, and then they hugged. It may have just been a hug but it was so filled with passion and intensity, Seth had never felt anything like it. They broke from the embrace and looked into each other's eyes, then he spoke. "You know, Seth," he said, "when I kiss you it will make temperatures soar to 35 degrees. Yes, we are in for a hot one today, people!"
Seth bolted up with a start and took a minute to get his bearings. He was in his room, in bed, soaking in sweat and, he thought as he looked down at his clock radio, incredibly late for work.
As Seth walked to the bus stop he couldn't shake the feeling the dream had left him with. This was the third night in a row that he had had a dream with this "dream guy" in it. Each dream seemed to be a continuation of the previous one and they all seemed utterly real.
The best word Seth could think of to describe these dreams was intense; it was as if he was actually there. He could feel the warmth of the room, the breeze from the open window and even the sensation of a fly settling on his skin. Seth just couldn't shake the feeling that these were more than just dreams they just felt so damn real.
The sounds of voices as Seth approached the bus stop brought him out of his train of thought. "Terrible, just terrible," said an old man. "There hasn't been a murder in this area for 30 years." The old man had been talking to a woman who was staring sadly at a newspaper. The lady put the paper down and continued to talk softly to the old man as Seth approached the bench. Seth picked up the now-abandoned paper and looked at the headline: MAN STABBED IN ANSION PARK, it said.
Seth knew Ansion Park very well. it was the most popular beat in the city and it also happened to be in a very safe - well, safe up until now - area of the city. Seth had always known Ansion Park to be incredibly safe. He'd been going there for three years now, since he was seventeen, and never had any trouble, except from the odd old man who wouldn't take no for an answer. Still, Seth thought it would be best to just take the night off from cruising the park just to be safe.
Seth rushed through the automatic doors of Galaxy Electrical and saw his manager standing at the empty reception desk, Seth's empty reception desk. Seth looked at his manager, a tall imposing bearded man, who began to speak.
"Save it Seth, this is the second time this week you have been late, please try to be on time tomorrow," said his manager.
"No worries, sir, just been having trouble sleeping lately," replied Seth.
His manager nodded understanding and walked off. Seth walked around his desk and sat down on his chair. Because he had been late the phones had been diverted to the store's cashier desk, a large desk that reminded Seth of a control room from some sci fi show.
Seth diverted the phones back to him and just as he did so it rang. "Good morning, Galaxy Electrical. Seth speak--"
Before he could finish a chirpy voice cut him off. "Late for work again, Sethie?" It was Moira, Seth's best friend.
"Hey, Moira! What's happening?" said Seth, a smile spreading on his face.
"Not much darling," replied Moira. "Just wondering if you want to come over and watch some DVD's. I've got Buffy Season Five!" said Moira excitedly.
"Yeah, sure thing," replied Seth. "I'll come around about seven."
"Cool. See you then, dear." With that Moira hung up.
After that, Seth's day became incredibly uneventful. He kept drifting off and thinking about his dreams. He hoped that he would have another one tonight. He had to. In these dreams Seth wasn't lonely like he was in real life. He felt connected and loved by someone and that was a Feeling he had to keep experiencing.
At lunch, Seth grabbed a newspaper, sat down in the staff kitchen and looked over the front page. MAN STABBED IN ANSION PARK, the headline screamed at him. Seth began to read the article.
"Police and local residents were shocked earlier this morning when the body of a young man was found in the middle of Ansion Park. The young man, Matthew Lyncher, 26, was stabbed once through the heart by a large serrated knife and probably would have died instantly. There hasn't been a murder in the Ansion area for over 30 years, and Ansion is considered the safest area in the city. Police are urging caution to anyone living near the park and police patrols will commence as of tonight."
The article then went on to talk about how the Police had begun checking their databases for any serial killers with the same MO and that an investigation was already underway.
Seth looked at the picture of Matthew Lyncher and Seth recognized him. Seth had seen Matthew at the park a number of times whilst cruising. In fact he remembered they had gotten together a few months ago. Matthew had ridden Seth's cock like a madman. Seth felt a great deal of sorrow for the guy and his family and he hoped and prayed that this wasn't the beginning of something worse.
They were kissing. His hands were roaming all over Seth's body. Seth couldn't wait to get naked. He had to get taken by this guy now. Seth pulled his lover's shorts down along with his own and straddled him. His lover's hands roamed his chest and toyed with his nipples as Seth stroked and milked the pre-cum-soaked cock beneath him. Seth positioned his lover's cock at his arse and sank down on it in one fluid motion, eliciting a moan from the guy beneath him. He squeezed the cock tightly with his arse and then began to ride.
Seth looked into the smiling face of his lover. "Seth? Oh, Sethie, would you wake up already?"
Seth's eyes shot open and he looked into the smiling face of Moira. The redhead's face was inches away from his own.
Moira moved away allowing Seth to sit up on her bed. "Exciting dream, huh?" asked Moira with a devilish grin as she looked at Seth's crotch.
"Hey, um, yeah," said Seth as he quickly covered the eight-inch boner sticking up in his jeans with his hands.
"You should probably head home you know take care of that," said Moira with a giggle.
"What time is it?" asked Seth, still kind of out of it.
"Ten-thirty," replied Moira.
"Yeah, I better go," said Seth. "I really don't want to be late for work tomorrow".
In Ansion Park things were going great for Tom Ridley. "Oh, yeah, fuck me harder stud!" he exclaimed.
"Yeah, you like my fat cock sliding right up your hot arse?" asked his trick.
"Yeah, it's so damn big! Oh, fuck me harder!" cried Tom.
Suddenly Tom felt something warm splatter onto his bare back. The guy couldn't have cum on him. He was still buried deep within Tom. Tom felt the guy collapse onto his back, more of the wet warmness spread out over him. He pulled off the guy's now softening cock "Hey, you alright back there?" asked Tom as he did so.
Just before he could fully pull off, the trick's body slumped off Tom's back and what fell before Tom's eyes was unbelievable. Tom felt the presence of another person - make that three other people - surrounding him.
Tom looked at the three hooded figures. One was in front of the other two. Tom couldn't see their faces but he did hear the lead figure speak. "The True Way has come to bless you before we send you to hell." And that was the last thing Tom Ridley heard before his throat was cut.
Seth turned the lamp on in his room and opened his window to let some of the cool night air in. He looked quickly out at the stars before stripping down to his jockey shorts and climbing into bed. Seth turned off his lamp and, with a big smile on his face, put his head down on the pillow and drifted off.
The robed figure looked up at the clear night sky. "My brothers, isn't it beautiful? God had a clear view of our efforts this night." He looked at the other two, a smile creeping onto his face. "The Reverend will be very pleased," he continued. "Dump the bodies. I will go tell the Reverend of our achievements."
"Do you not want the bodies to be found as an issue of warning?" asked one of the subordinate robed figures.
"No, I do not. We don't want the local law enforcement putting a stop to our activities. Weight the bodies and dump them in the river. Let them become food for the parasites," said the Leader before turning away and walking off.
Seth's legs were raised on his lover's shoulders. His lover took him deeply, exploring Seth with his thick cock. Seth arched his back and dragged his fingers down his lovers back. He couldn't believe the pleasure he was experiencing.
Seth opened his eyes and looked up at his lover. They smiled at each other. They were so much in love, Seth had never been happier.
Suddenly Seth became aware of another presence in the room, three hooded figures stood at the edge of the bed and one of them had a long serrated knife.
Seth screamed, but his lover couldn't hear him. He tried to get up, but he couldn't move and then he saw the Robed figure with the knife move closer and the knife come down. Seth tried to push his lover out of the way but he couldn't move; he was frozen. He screamed again but nothing came out. And then Seth saw the Robed figure draw the knife and lunge at his lover's back.
Seth bolted upright in bed, his dark brown hair matted with sweat, his body shaking with fear and his blue eyes filled with tears. Seth knew he wouldn't have any trouble getting up for work in the morning, because he wouldn't be going back to sleep.
Seth had been up all night. He hadn't been able to shake off the dream. It had been just as real as all of the others. He kept telling himself that they were only dreams, that they couldn't be anything more than that. But then, Seth wondered, why have I been having dreams with same guy in it night after night and why the hell was he killed in this one. And what was up with the robed figures?
Seth looked at the clock and realised it was already 8:30. He wouldn't be able to make it to work before ten. Seth called in sick, much to his manager's displeasure, rang up Moira, and asked her to take the day off and meet him at Java Joe's for a coffee, or in his case, tea.
About an hour and half later Seth was in one of the comfy lounges sipping on some English Breakfast and telling Moira the details of all the dreams he had been having, including the horrifying one he had had last night.
"Seth, these dreams aren't real," said Moira, concern full on her face. "They are just dreams. Maybe its just a representation of something that's going on in your life, something that, you know, maybe you're not telling me about?" she continued.
"No, Moira, I swear there isn't anything going on, but these dreams make me feel like nothing else in the world and the one I had last night, it just felt like a warning, but it was so real I cant explain it!" exclaimed Seth.
"Well, Seth, I don't know what else to say," said Moira, stroking his hair tenderly. "Wait and see what happens tonight. If you have another dream with this dream guy or these robed fellas, then i'd say there might very well be something going on, but just take it easy lets do some shopping and get your mind away from it all." And with that the two of them paid their bill and headed to the shopping plaza, however Seth just couldn't shake the feeling that the dream he had had last night was only the beginning.
Seth washed his hands and looked at himself in the bathroom. It was still so vivid in his mind, looking up at his lover's face, his brown eyes, his olive skin. He remembered the absolute pleasure he felt and then the absolute terror.
Seth shook it off and headed back out to meet Moira. He found her at a railing near the escalators, checking out a couple of cute guys going down to the lower level. Seth smiled and came up behind her and glanced down.
"What are you looking--" He froze in mid-sentence and the smile disappeared from his face. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.
Moira turned around, concern filling her features. "What? What is it?" she asked.
All Seth could do was point. Moira looked down in the direction he was pointing in and saw a young man about 25 with brown hair, brown eyes and olive skin. She looked back at Seth puzzled.
"What's wrong?" she asked matter-of-factly.
"That's him," Seth replied, fear filling his voice. "That's the guy from my dreams."
To Be continued....