Date: Fri, 27 Jul 2007 13:56:20 -0500
From: Extreme Writer <extremewriter9@gmail.com>
Subject: Lifeline Chapter 1

***Disclaimer***

This story contains writings in which things of a sexually explicit nature
performed between males are portrayed. If this material offends you, then
read no further. Also, the characters in this story have no resemblance to
anyone. Not your friend John, your cousin Harry, or that guy across the
street who always keeps his blinds shut. For those of you who have decided
to stick around, you may E-mail comments, questions, suggestions, or
anything else your hearts desire to: extremewriter9@gmail.com. Now, with
all that out of the way, I present to you readers...

Lifeline: Chapter 1.

Mark awoke with his usual feelings of dread and hunger. Dread for what
might happen to him today, and hunger because his scavenger hunt had been
fruitless. Packing his few possessions in a rapidly deteriorating backpack,
Mark left the safety of the trees at the edge of the dirt road and began to
walk back toward town.

He felt stupid keeping to busy streets like a coward instead of hanging out
in deserted alleys like the other streetys in town, but Mark was only 16
and still had the will to live and not be brought down by drugs or street
gangs. It was true that he was more noticeable on busy streets because of
his old faded jeans, torn shirt, and gray dirty backpack with holes all
over it, but Mark had a way of camouflaging himself into crowds. The only
thing he had to worry about besides where his next meal would come from and
if he would live to sleep another night in some deserted area, was coming
into contact with anyone of authority, such as a police officer.

Mark, like a lot of street kids, was on the streets because he had no
better place to go. His father had died of AIDS-related complications
because he refused to take care of himself. His mother had started becoming
more self-involved once Mark's father died, and eventually ordered Mark to
leave because she felt he was in the way. Mark didn't argue. He was glad to
leave. He stayed in an orphanage for a while, but was kicked out when he
was observed by one of the councilors, as they were called, sucking off the
owner of the orphanage.

Mark had been watching the owner for a while, and had grown to become
really curious about what the owner's body might be like under his always
immaculately tailored suits. It turned out that he was very unclean, but
Mark had seduced him as far as to show him what he had, so he did what the
owner asked of him. The owner should have had the final say as to whether
or not Mark was kicked out, except that he had already been taken to jail
on charges of extortion and child molestation, even though Mark had told
the authorities over and over again that he had willingly participated,
even encouraged it.

Mark scowled as he walked along the dirt road remembering that event.
Authorities never knew what was good for them.

"If they just minded their own damn business," Mark thought, "the whole
world would be better off."

Mark continued to walk, not thinking about anything more, as it was painful
to him to live in the past. When he got to the outskirts of the city, he
stopped, not knowing where to go or what to do next.

To be continued...