Date: Sun, 15 Apr 2001 14:30:45 -0400
From: Tom Cup <tom_cup@hotmail.com>
Subject: Angel -  Chapter 1 G/M Y/A

Angel by Tom Cup

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Angel
by Tom Cup

Chapter 1

The Perseid meteor showers had thrilled the priest since he was a young boy
but seeing them from the mountains of Colorado gave him the feeling that he
could almost reach out and touch them.  He felt washed with disappointment
when he read the description of his first assignment.  He couldn't think of
a position he wanted less than overseer of abandoned boys but he had to
admit that his oratory skills left much to be desired.  Still the ranch
style community had grown on him and he soon was thankful that the
assignment had been given to him; especially as he watched the August sky
being streaked in flames of red, yellow and gold.

There were only twelve boys, all ranging from twelve to fifteen years of
age, in a facility that could house up to thirty.  Father Cornelius was
thankful that the facility was not full.  It gave him a chance to better
know the boys that were under his care.  Most were from poor, violent, inner
city homes.  Being in the mountains immediately disarmed them. At least for
a time, until they learned the ropes.

Two of the boys, however, puzzled the priest.  They both seemed out of place
at the facility.  The first was Darcy a blond haired, hazeled eyed, fifteen
year old with all the manners of the most well adjusted adolescent.  The
other was Angel.  No one knew his real name or age.  He hadn't spoken a word
to anyone since he wandered into a mission house two years before.  The
mission had done everything possible to discover who the boy was, and where
he had come from, but the boy remained a mystery and so the old mission
priest took to calling him Angel; not merely because of his appearance but
also because of his conduct.

To say the boy was well behaved, was an understatement.  He took on any
chore assigned to him with grace.  His school work was exemplary.  He seemed
in every way pleasant, and contented, yet he refused to speak to anyone
though all test showed he could.  That was why Father Cornelius found
himself speechless when he wheeled around and saw that it was Angel speaking
to him.

"They're beautiful aren't they?"  the boy sang nodding toward the fire
streaked sky, "The meteors.  They're beautiful."

"Yes, yes," the priest managed to answer in amazement staring at the boy,
"They are."

Angel turned to face him. He was beautiful Father Cornelius noted not for
the first or last time.  The priest forced the thought from his mind and
concentrated on the enigma standing before him. Angel smiled.

"Angel,"  Cornelius began, "Angel... uh..."

"You want to know why I haven't spoken until now," Angel stated his dark
eyes dancing.

"Yes," Cornelius whispered, "You haven't spoken to anyone for at least two
years that we know of and before that we...."

"Yes, I know.  You have a lot of questions."

Cornelius laughed at the understatement. He had hundreds of questions of his
own to ask the boy and his superiors would have even more.  He struggled to
contain his excitement.  He didn't want the boy to fall back into silence
because he asked the wrong thing.

"You didn't want to come here but now you're glad you did."

Father Cornelius took an involuntary step backwards.  He stared at the boy
in front of him.  His thoughts again focused on his beauty.  He forced
himself not to reach out and touch the silkiness of his raven colored hair.
Angel only smiled at him.  The boy seemed to know the effect he was having
on the priest.  His speaking when he was not expected  had gained him the
upper hand.

"I will not speak to anyone else," he stated and Cornelius knew that it was
a warning not to mention it in his report to the Diocese.  Before a question
could form in his mind, Angel turned and left.

Zachy and Elijah were surprised to see Darcy walk pass their table and sit
with Angel.  Darcy usually sat with them at meals. He was the oldest of the
boys and by default the unofficial leader.  He told them it was useless
trying to befriend Angel.  Trying to talk to him was like talking to a rock
they all joked, and yet, it appeared that was exactly what Darcy was doing.
The two brothers questioned the action between themselves and wagered as to
how long it would be before Darcy gave up and returned to the normal
routine.

"I saw you with Father Cornelius last night,"  Darcy said getting no
response from Angel, "You like him don't you?"  Angel did not answer.  Darcy
shrugged and continued, "Why won't you talk to me Angel?"  Angel's
expression was devoid of emotion.  Darcy smiled at him and finished the rest
of the meal silently.  As he got up to take his tray to the kitchen window
he said, "Think about it.  I'm not giving up on you."

Cornelius did not slept well.  He was plagued by dreams he thought he had
long since vanquished.  Skipping breakfast, he spent extra time in prayer
trying to calm the lust that once again laid claim to his body.  The
intensity of his nocturnal orgasm had jolted him awake.  At first, there was
only confusion but as the memory of the dream, and the evidence of what it
produced, flooded his mind he was filled with guilt.  He knew, of course,
that he had homosexual tendencies.  He had gone through counseling for the
very reason and had, for the most part, considered himself cured.  At least,
he had learned how to manage the temptations and thoughts.  What disturbed
him most, was the object of the dream.  He had never before dreamed of
anyone underage and yet Angel was the prominent figure in the dream.  There
was only one course of action .Cornelius tried to convince himself,  he
would have as little to do with the boy as possible and would never again
allow himself to be alone with him.

It was an easy enough thing to promise to himself but far from practical.
He and brother Lucas where the only two adults at the facility.  He could
not avoid the boy.  He would have to have some contact with him.  "What was
it Angel had said?"  Oh yes, he remembered then, the boy had spoken to him.
Said he would speak only to him.  He would have to have contact with him if
only to continue to encourage him to speak but even this thought caused him
to, once again, become erect.  "Why is this happening to me."  It had been
years since he had this struggle and yet since Angel startled him on the
rock outcropping his entire being desired the boy. It was as if thinking of
Angel in anyway caused him to become sexually alert.  "I will not think of
him in that way," he promised himself and once again began the repetition of
"Our Father."

"Are you all right Father?" Darcy asked as he saw Cornelius enter the
recreation room.

"Yes, thank you Darcy,"  Cornelius answered scanning the room, "Have you
seen Angel?"

"Yes, he's in the garden area.  Would like me to get him?"

"If you wouldn't mind telling him I'd like to see him in the office."

Darcy nodded and headed toward the rear door.

The office was Cornelius' sanctuary.  He arranged it as a place he could
maintain a strict order of control.  It was stoic at best.  He learned that
comfort tended to increase the chance of his mind wandering to where it
should not.  It was strange that his struggles with his flesh, and his
remedy, were the very reasons the bishop trusted him with this assignment.
To the bishop, his seeming disregard for comfort was a virtue.  For
Cornelius, it was a necessary.  He felt it was the best place to confront
his demons.  He gazed at the single wood cross hanging in front of him and
willed piety into his being.  When the knock came to the door and Angel
entered, he believed that he was prepared.

"Hello Angel."  The boy only stared at him so Cornelius pressed forward.  "I
was pleased you chose to speak to me last night but in my excitement I
neglected to ask your name."  No response. Cornelius wonder if it was a game
the boy was playing with him.  Why would he say he would speak with him and
when he called him to talk remain silent?  The priest search for some sign
the boy would say something but was met with only a blank stare.  How in the
world could he get the boy to say something?  Had it been just a dream? No!
His mind sounded the alarm.  You must not think of dreams?  He quickly
closed his eyes and offered a silent prayer for strength.  When he opened
them again, Angel was gone.

The fight that broke out, as usual, centered around Charles and Raymond .
Brother Lucas stood with his back against the door as the two boys stood
facing Cornelius.  Neither boy would commit to telling what the fight was
about.  Being banned, for a week at a time, from the recreation area had
not seemed to work; neither had the extra chores they had been assigned.
Cornelius threw up his hands as much in frustration with these two as with
his failure earlier with Angel.

"I leave it to you Brother Lucas.  It is obvious that my brand of persuasion
has not worked."  Both boys knew what this meant and their eyes widened.

"Is he going to paddle us?" Raymond asked.

Cornelius folded his hands on his desk and looked at the younger of the two.
  "Do you object to being paddled?"  he asked.  Both boys nodded.  "Then I
suggest that you beginning explaining why you are always here before me for
the same offense!"  He hadn't meant to yell and knew that his anger was
misplaced.  He was losing control. He watched the tears forming in their
eyes.  He nodded to Lucas and the action broke the silence of Charles.

"He keeps saying stuff about me," he whined.

"What stuff?" asked Cornelius.

The boy broke into a sob but Cornelius pressed. "What stuff?"

"He keeps telling people...that... that... I... I'm a... faggot!"

"I did not!" protested Raymond.

"Yeah you did!  I heard you tell Jimmy!" cried Charles.

"And so you hit him," asked Cornelius.

"Yes Father," whispered Charles through his tears.

"Need I call Jimmy as a witness?" Cornelius asked Raymond. The boy started
to cry shaking his head.  "Why would you say such a thing?" Cornelius asked.

"He does like boys.  He told me."

"I did not!

"Yes, you did.  You said you liked Angel and thought he was cute."

So it came back to Angel. Cornelius couldn't get away from him.  At the very
mention of his name he felt the stirring in his loins.  He stared at the two
weeping boys and ordered them both to their rooms.  He would make a decision
concerning their punishment after he had a chance to think things through.
He knew he couldn't punish Charles for saying he liked Angel or that he
thought he was cute.  After all, he was drawn to the boy also and there was
no denying that Angel was physically attractive.  No, the punishment would
be based on the fight and the spreading of gossip.

Darcy gave the evening devotion.  As usual, when it was his turn, he was
confident and at ease.  Father Cornelius had commented to Brother Lucas that
the boy had a better talent for oratory then he had himself.  There was no
doubt that Darcy was the favorite of the two.  He had an uncanny memory of
Scripture and Church history that thrilled the men. He added interesting
stories that kept the boys attention.  But most of all he was kind and
gentle with the younger boys so they respected him. The two me decided to
take him under wing and began prepping him for what they hoped would be a
future in ministry.

It was Father Cornelius that asked the favor of him and Darcy readily
agreed.  He waited until all the boys had their evening showers and were
ready for bed before gathering Raymond and Charles.

"I need your help," he began and both boys gave him their full attention.
Darcy was asking them for help.  Their stature in the group would surely
rise if they gained his favor.  No one would pick on them and they would
obtain authority among the group.  They were eager do whatever Darcy asked.

"I want you two to make up."

Raymond and Charles looked at each other.

"Ray, you need to apologize for spreading rumors about Charles and Charles
you need to apologize for hitting Ray."

"But..." Charles started to protest but Darcy raised his hand and shook his
head.

"Don't argue.  You both were wrong and I promised Father Cornelius you would
make up.  Are you going to make a liar of me?"

There was no use arguing with Darcy so they turned and shook each others
hand saying, "Sorry."

Darcy smiled and patted them both on the back. "Now stay out of trouble and
you can hang with me."  They both nodded and smiled.  Darcy turn and head
for his next task: Angel.


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