Date: Fri, 28 Mar 2008 20:31:06 -0400
From: J R <jrthenewwriter@hotmail.com>
Subject: Voices

Hi y'all, this is my first stories Voices. I love feedback and I love
hearing criticisms of my work as well so feel free to send comments to
JRtheNewWriter@yahoo.com or jrthenewwriter@hotmail.com. This story is
nothing but fiction and any chance that any person may resemble, sound like
or act like any character is all accidental. This story copyrighted by JR
2007-2008. Please do not post this on other websites without my permission
and please don't use this for anything but personal enjoyment. You know the
routine; if you don't approve or is illegal for you to read about gay
relationships then you need to leave, if you are under age you also need to
leave. I have a second story that goes along with this one and will
eventually combine into one. The name of that story is Voices and I would
suggest reading this one first. If you were a member of my old yahoo group
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Voices
Written by: Jordy
Editor also:  Kent D.

Chase Stone's Point of View

	My name is Chase Stone and I am one strange person, at least that's
what my family tells me all the time. I am twenty two years old and roughly
6'2 -220 pounds and love the gym, when I can be alone. I have blonde hair
and bright blue eyes and a small golden hoop through my left earlobe. I
have always been different all of my life from being gay to having some
psychic power; I can hear other people's most personal thoughts and
innermost secrets. It can help in some situations and in others, it sucks!
Like at Christmas, knowing all your gifts is a real downer! But it has
helped out in good ways like my job; I am psychic detective for the L.A.P.D
(Los Angeles Police Department). My job for them is to hold an item of a
victim or criminal and attaché myself to his/her thoughts and sometimes get
a mental picture of what the criminal looks like. I have been doing this
for the last three years and have been making a killing and I am starting
to become famous. Of course though with fame comes risk.

	This last time in the office was different though, I was repelled
by the criminal almost as soon as I got in, and I was stunned and
shocked. No one has ever been able to reject my probe before; especially
with me holding what the police thought was his underwear that he took off
before raping the victim. Such a personal item should have connected me to
him instantly, but this guy was no normal criminal. He was a psychic like
me if not stronger. What I had pulled from his memories, the brief time I
was there, was the fact he had done this before and he was going to do it
again. I was not able to get who he was or who his next victim was going to
be, but I knew deep down it was going to be bad, really bad. This man
scared me to the core; he was capable of evil things like no other. I had
to help catch him at any cost before he can take another life.

	At the same time I needed to get my own love life in order. How do
you tell an ex that you still love him even though he cheated on you?  My
boyfriend Dillon and I have just recently split up after three years of
being together. I was working late and then hit the gym to work out, only
to go home and find him in bed with my best friend.  How could he do that
to me? After all we have been through and the years of growing up with each
other he decides to throw it all away for the fucking best friend.  Sad
part is, I can't get over Dillon and I want to be with him again, but who's
to say he won't go out and do it again. How do you trust someone that has
cheated on you? Well as the old saying goes, he made his bed now he has to
lay in it.

Dillon Taylor's Point Of View

	What a `sucky' year this has been, first my boyfriend and I break
up because he thinks I was cheating on him, second his parents and mine
blame me for the whole thing and third no one I talk to will listen to my
side of the story and third I lost my job because I could not focus on
it. Once that horrible word "cheater" is used about you there is no
escaping it, no matter how much you apologize. No one asked why I felt like
I had to cheat on Chase or why I chose our best friend Steve to cheat with
or should I say he chose me to rape. No one would listen when I said he
slipped me a drug and that I hated it. They only believed I wanted him to
fuck me.

	I love Chase and I need him back with me; I have to set things
right with his parents. Maybe if they would forgive me, I could get Chase
to forgive me.  I should give them a call and see if I can come over and
talk. I look up at the clock and it says 2:45 and I know Mrs. Stone should
be home.  I pick up the phone and dial their number only to get an angry
Mrs. Stone, she was still furious with me. I was lucky to get a word in at
all.

	"Listen here Dillon, my family is so mad at you for everything you
have put Chase through, how could you even think about cheating on him? YOU
are one of the few people who know about his powers and treated him like a
human. Was your love for him only an act?"  That question stung, a lot, but
I decided to go ahead and answer her and see if I could talk some sense
into this domineering woman. I was hoping she would still be the mom that
she always was to me.

	"Mrs. Stone please listen to me, It wasn't voluntary, Steve slipped
something into my drink earlier in the night and helped me back to the
house.  I was defenseless against him, PLEASE Mrs. Stone?" All I heard was
little humming, she was definitely thinking over what I said. That though,
did not help my nerves any. Maria Stone was a strict lady and scary one,
you don't mess with her; she can crush just about anyone. She is five-five
and 140 pounds of pure firecracker. You look up the words "go getter" in
the dictionary and there is a picture of her there.

	"Okay, we need to talk about this more and see if Dr. Stone and I
believe you. Come on over at four to our house for some tea and snacks and
my husband should be here. This better be the truth Dillon because if it is
not you will regret it. I will crush you like a bug. Do you understand?

	GULP!  "Y-Y-Y-Y-Yes M-M-MAM" was my only reply to her. All the time
I have known her she still scares the hell out of me. Phrases like "crush
you like a bug or I will destroy you," don't help that fear.  After that we
hung up and I hopped into the shower and got ready to go.  I slipped on my
nice tan pants and a blue dress shirt with a tie. I wanted to show the
Stones I was all business and gain back their trust. Even if they don't
want me with their son I am hoping they will still be the parents that I
desperately needed and wanted all of my life. Soon as that clock struck
3:45 I was out the door and on my way to the Stone's Mansion and the fate
that awaited me there.

Chase Stone's Point Of View

	I had just arrived at home after working out and getting something
to eat. I had a gut feeling something bad was going to happen. It seemed
like there was a second person with me all day since I attempted to probe
the criminal earlier. That is such a creepy feeling to have, especially
when you know the other person may be some lunatic.  I decided that I
should call my mom and dad and see what they were up to and how they were
doing and then see what's up and maybe call Dillon. I am not sure I am
ready to talk about the incident or forgive him yet. Just as I was picking
up the phone there was a knock on the door.

	"Hello Officer Mavry, how can I help you?" I said as I opened the
door. I knew if Kevin Mavry was at my door that it meant trouble.  I looked
into his eyes and saw great sadness and anger.

"Chase I have some bad news for you, earlier today we received a call from
a neighbor of your parent's that someone odd was around the house.  When we
arrived we weren't ready for what we saw. I am sorry to say this Chase, but
both of your parents were murdered."

	"NOOO" I yelled out loud, furious, angry, sad and heartbroken, who
would murder a doctor and his wife. Who would hate my parents enough to
kill them? I was lost in my thoughts of people and revenge until Officer
Mavry spoke again.

"Chase there is something else, we have determined two things. First that
we arrested a Mr. Dillon Lyle as a suspect, he was the last one who was at
the scene. Witnesses have him there at four and leaving at five
thirty. Second the only thing taken from the house was the wedding rings
they had on their hands. From what our witness had said, they treasured
those and would never give them away. I am sorry for your loss Chase and we
will do our best to find the murderer and bring him or her to justice. "

	I started to cry and think about what he said, Dillon, my Dillon,
killed my parents and stole their wedding rings. He had also said bring the
murderer to justice and not Dillon. Does that mean he didn't think Dillon
did it or they didn't have enough proof to prosecute him? Officer Mavry
came over and hugged me and showed me support no other officer would
have. He was like an older brother to me.  I looked up at him and stared
into his eyes. I always thought he should have been a model instead of an
officer.

	"Kevin, how soon can I talk to Dillon?" I asked him with the
sadness in my voice. I knew that if I saw him that I would be able to probe
his mind with ease. Dillon's emotions, feelings and ideas have always been
like an open book to me. I guess that comes with the territory of being
friends and lovers. I wanted answers and I was going to get them with or
without the police's help.

	"Not until tomorrow my friend, by the way even if you probe his
mind the police cannot accept your help in this case on the grounds you
were related to the victims. I am sorry Chase but unless we find proof to
discredit Dillon's guilt and prove he is innocent we will have to take it
all the way to a trial. Right now they don't have enough to prosecute him
and its going to take some time before they can."

I was shocked, even if my probe of him found him guilty I could do nothing,
I decided on the spot I had to go and see him and learn the truth. I was
struggling with the idea of Dillon as a killer and a thief. I knew he was
close to my mom and feared her, how he could kill someone who was a second
mother to him. One way or another, my parent's will be revenged.

Dillon Taylor's Point Of View

	Once I arrived at the Stone's mansion, I went around to the window
and went in like I did when I was in high school. Just doing that brought
memories rushing back to me. Once inside I saw Larry's the butler's face
smiling and shaking his head at me. Chase, Larry and I would get into all
sorts of trouble when we were growing up, he was a blast when he was the
babysitter. He signaled for me to follow him and I did, he led me to the
sitting room for tea and snacks with the Stones.

	Chase and I use to call this room the dungeon as we were usually
brought into the room to receive a lecture or to talk about what we did and
why we did it. Once I sat down, the Stones entered and sat. I was getting
the look of "THIS BETTER BE GOOD" from both of them. Mrs. Stone was the
first to break our tense stares and uncomfortable silence.

	"Okay Dillon let's have it from the beginning." Her face showed
nothing but disbelief and anger. Who could blame her; I had hurt her baby
boy and my lover. I looked up at Dr. Stone and saw anger so fierce that I
was wondering if I had made the right decision to come to their house and
talk to them. I looked into Mrs. Stone's eyes and felt water on the corners
of my eyes. I knew it would not be long before I broke down.

	"Well earlier that night Steve had called and asked us if we felt
like going out. Normally we only go out as a couple to make sure nothing
happens to the other and keep each other in line. Chase said he had to do
some things and for me to go ahead, so I went out with Steve to this gay
bar that was just a little ways away from our apartment. I only wanted one
beer and so did Steve, as you know I am not that big of a drinker since I
saw what it did to my father." The Stone's just looked deep into my eyes
like they were trying to tell if I was lying or not. They nodded and I
continued on with my story.

	"Then we were going clubbing for a little while. Once I finished
that beer and was getting ready to stand Steve pushed me back into the
chair and said we should have another. I looked at him with a look of
warning because my anger was flaring up a little. He got up and went to the
bar and came back with two beers and we chugged those down. But after we
finished my throat was really dry and I was going to get a glass of water
to dampen it. I had just stood up but couldn't really stand straight up and
fall back down into my chair.

	Steve said he would get it but he came back with a juice and
alcohol drink that was kind of misty. I was cautious of it because he knew
I wanted some water but yet I got this drink. He said it was a special
drink to help my throat, so I drank it and started to feel dizzy.  Steve
and I decided to leave the club at that time and I had a hard time
walking. My limbs felt like they weighed 300 pounds each and I had hard
time breathing. My mind felt like it was in a fog and all I could hear was
a voice saying he would take me home. I do remember a voice asking "He's
already had too much to drink" and a soft chuckle.

	I remember Steve helping me into his car and taking me into the
apartment. He lead me to the bedroom and laid me down on the bed. Then he
got onto the bed and laid next to me and whispered "I am going to fuck you
so good bro and going to make you mine. Going to have you begging for more
and more of my cock. Going to take you away from your worthless boyfriend."
Then he started to run his hand all over my body. I kept trying to tell him
NO but I could not get my mouth to move. Then he slowly
s..s..st...str...stripped me and laid me on the bed-d-d" I managed to get
out before sobbing.

	Dr. Stone had a look of pure hatred and anger towards this person,
not only did he hurt Chase he had hurt me. That look sent chills down my
spine, I have never seen that look before and it made me fear him and fear
for what he had planned.  I looked at Mrs. Stone and saw a tear running
down her cheek, she then motioned me to come to her. I came over to her and
she wrapped her arms around my body and hugged me close to her.

"What do you think honey, any chance it was what I think it was" Mrs. Stone
asked her husband. The only response was a grunt and anger filled "yes."
That got his anger boiling even more than before, as a doctor he knew what
messing with drugs could do to someone.  Mrs. Stone's hug tightened around
me and I let it all out, the feeling of being alone in the world, the pain
from Steve raping me, losing Chase and the fact that I may never get him
back again.  I lifted my head off Mrs. Stone's shoulder and looked her then
her husband.

	"Y-y-you know what's worse thing about all this. I made
reservations to Nourriture, our favorite restaurant. I was going to propose
to Chase. I want him to be my l-l-life Partner" I sobbed out. The Stone's
faces where covered in shock, but excitement as well. Both Stones hugged
and comforted me the best they could, and then Mrs. Stone had a look on her
face that like she had a great idea. She got up and left the room and came
back with two small velvet boxes.

	"I know you have a ring picked out for Chase, but could you use
this for the actual ceremony" came from Mrs. Stone as she sat back down on
the couch. I looked at her with questioning eyes trying to figure out what
she was up to. She reached for the first velvet box and opened it and
inside was a golden ring that looked very valuable and very old.  "This was
my grandfather's wedding band. I want you to have it as your own. It was to
be passed on to the second son and even though Chase has no siblings, you
are our son and always will be Dillon."  That set a whole new set of water
works off and hugged her and cried on her shoulder and thanked her over and
over for the ring. I stepped back and smiled at her.

	Then Mrs. Stone opened the second box and showed me a second
ring. This one was gold and silver; it looked like it belonged in a museum.
"This was my great – grandfather's wedding band, I want Chase to wear it
at the ceremony. You guys deserve the best and you have our blessings."
Than Dr. Stone left the room and came back with two envelopes, one had my
name and the other had Chase's name. Dr. Stone came over to me and hugged
me tight and slid them into my back pocket and leaned his head next to my
ear. "Don't open those until tomorrow night when you two are alone. Do not
go anywhere or do anything until you and him sit down and read the
letters." I nodded my head and hugged him tight as I could.

	I was sobbing all over again, I was so happy that I cleared things
up with the Stones. Now I just had to see Chase and that would be priority
number one tomorrow. I looked up at the time and saw it was 4:37 and I
stood and hugged the Stones again and left. I had to go somewhere before
tomorrow and see someone. Especially now that I had these two rings in my
possession. I said good bye to Larry and gave him our handshake that Chase
and I had created when we were younger, then climbed out the window and
left.

	When I arrived home after my appointment and setting everything
away, I found a police car sitting in my drive way waiting for me or at
least that was my guess. I got out and walked up to the officer and noticed
his name was Mavry.  Soon as I got close enough to Officer Mavry, I saw him
reaching for his cuffs. My first instinct was to turn and run but he
decided against it.

	"I am sorry Mr. Taylor I have to place you under arrest for the
murder of Doctor and Mrs. Stone. Please turn around and place your hands
behind your back.  You have the right to remain silent and anything you say
can and will be used against you . . ."

	I was crying, for the second time in two weeks I have been accused
of something. This time though I wasn't sure I could talk my way out of it.

To be continued...

	[Editor's Note: Jordy may be a "new writer" but he has already
captured my interest in this story and its characters.  Chase's psychic
"powers" are unique but they don't seem to work for him all the time so we
now wonder how he will accommodate these varying levels of their
effectiveness.  Dillon is once again in big trouble but this time his
intended life-partner's own parents are dead!  Will Chase assume that he is
guilty or not?  How can they retain their friendship now? Please write to
our author and let him know how you would answer these questions.

jrthenewwriter@hotmail.com -- Kent D.  (sw Ohio area) ]