Date: Wed, 8 Dec 2004 21:13:55 -0500
From: damionu <snwdemon@yahoo.com>
Subject: Rodie's Love Chapter 18: Conclusion (M/b, as, violence, no sex)

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Rodie's Love: Chapter 18

	Rodie did not eat much for dinner, so Jim asked him if he was
feeling all right.

	"I'm dizzy Jim, and it's making me want to throw up," Rodie said as
he rested his head on his hands.

	"It is the medicine Bright Eyes, why don't we have you lay down,
and I will get a Dramamine patch for you.  It should stop the nausea that
you are experiencing," Mike said to him as both he and Jim stood up and
went to Rodie's side.  Mike gently lifted Rodie up into his arms before
passing him to Jim.  Rodie looked even paler than usual, as Jim cradled him
to his chest.  He carried Rodie back to his room, and laid him on the bed.
He covered him up after fluffing his pillows, and then got the small trash
can, placing it beside the bed just in case.  Mike came in carrying his
black doctor's case, and retrieved a small circular patch that he placed
behind Rodie's ear.  He then quickly checked Rodie over as they waited to
see if the patch helped relieve his nausea.

	"How are you feeling now Bright Eyes?"  Mike asked after a few
minutes.

	"A little better I think Dr. Mike, at least I don't feel like
tossing my cookies so bad now."  Rodie answered with a little smile.  His
eyelids drooped as he lay back against the pillows.  "I'm tired now though
Dr. Mike."

	"I know you are, the patch will do that to you.  Why don't you rest
for awhile, and I will check on you later."  Mike said gently as he brushed
the lock of hair out of Rodie's face.

	Rodie just nodded weakly at him as his eyes drooped lower, it did
not take longer than a couple of minutes before he was fast asleep.  Jim
and Mike quietly left the room and rejoined the others.  Once they had
resumed their seats, Jim explained to them that Rodie had gone to sleep but
was feeling better.  Mark visibly relaxed when he said this, and resumed
eating without comment.  Dinner was finished a short time later, although
the whole meal was rather subdued since Rodie was not present.  Jim was
thinking about that as he helped clear the table.  Preoccupied with his
thoughts he started cleaning the dishes automatically. Once the Kitchen was
cleaned, Jim let Brutis out to walk.  He was waiting for him to scratch at
the door when Mike came into the kitchen.

	"Hmm, you look preoccupied Jim.  If this is a bad time I can wait a
little while," Mike said after seeing Jim lost in thought.

	"Oh, I am sorry Mike.  I was just thinking, well brooding is more
like it.  I do this all the time.  What did you need?"  Jim replied as he
straightened up and faced Mike.

	"I was just wondering if you would like me to stay the night for
Rodie's sake is all.  I would not mind staying.  This is much better than
the lonely evening I had planned with a movie and TV dinner."  Mike told
Jim with a small, warm smile.

	"That would be fine with us Mike; I was going to ask you to stay
already.  John is here to keep order, but I am a handful so he may need
some help," Jim quipped which elicited a laugh from both of them.
"Truthfully, I am just worried over his seizure he had when he had his
panic attack."

	"Well don't worry that much about it.  Extreme stress will cause a
wide range of symptoms and illnesses.  Also seizures look worse than they
truly are most of the time, I always have frantic parents insisting I do
brain surgery or something after their child has had a feveral seizure."
Mike explained to Jim as he tried to ease his concern.  Just then, Brutis
announce that he wanted in so Jim opened the door and quickly petted him.
He did this to prevent Brutis from slobbering all over him.  However, it
did not work too well, so after Brutis scampered out of the kitchen, Jim
washed his hands again.  He then followed Mike out to the den where the
others were and joined them.

	The rest of the evening passed quietly, Mark and Eric were playing
Rodie's game, Kingdom of Hearts, while the adults talked quietly.  Jim had
brought the PS2 console out to the den so they would not disturb Rodie.
Everyone decided to turn in at 10pm, and Jim went thru the house securing
the outside doors and checking the windows before setting the alarm.  As he
headed towards his room, Mark met him and asked if he could sleep with
Rodie.  Jim told him that was fine and Mark went into Rodie's room closing
the door until it was only slightly ajar.  Jim went into his room and
started to strip off his clothes.  Once finished he put on his terry cloth
robe and went into the bathroom for a hot shower.

	After showering, Jim sat on the edge of his bed and took his
medicine before lying down.  He turned out the light, and was just starting
to dose when he heard the light knock on the door.

	"Yes, who is it?"  Jim asked as he turned on the lamp again.  The
door opened a bit and Eric poked his head in.  He had a sad expression on
his cute little face when he looked at Jim.

	"Mark said I could not stay with them Jim.  He said I would wake up
Rodie, I wouldn't do that cause Rodie is my friend too," Eric said in a
dejected voice.

	"It's all right honey, come on, and stay here with me for tonight.
Tomorrow you can stay with Rodie if you want to."  Jim said gently as he
pulled back the comforter for Eric.  Eric quickly scampered into the bed
and snuggled down next to Jim as he covered them up again.  He turned his
head and kissed Jim before smiling and saying "Nite."  Jim turned out the
light, laid back down, and once he got comfortable, Eric scooted closer to
him until their bodies were touching.  Eric sighed and quickly slipped off
to sleep as Jim watched him in the dim moon light that came through the
window.  It did not take long for him to doze off, but Jim just slipped
under the level of consciousness as he always did when on a rescue mission.

	It was almost 2am before Paul woke.  He swore under his breath for
over sleeping as he checked his watch.  He crept quietly down to the
garage, and checked to doors going into the house.  The door to the home
gym was locked, but he discovered the door to the pool was open.  He inched
the door open slowly before easing inside once it was opened wide enough.
He checked the door leading to the Den finding that open also but closed it
instead of going through it.  He made his way back to the darkened bathroom
where he proceeded to relieve himself first.

	Marco turned on the light in the dining room as he followed Brutis
to the kitchen.  He was still half-asleep as he shuffled through the
doorway, but he became fully alert when he heard the low growl coming from
Brutis.  Marco quickly quieted him and let him out into the back yard
before going back to the door opening into the gym room.  He listened for a
couple of minutes and heard nothing strange.  He figured Brutis heard the
house creak, but decided to check out the gym and garage just to be safe.
He opened the door and stepped through it, while reaching for the light
switch on the wall.  He never saw Paul who brought the butt of his pistol
down onto the back of Marco's head.  He then dragged Marco back into the
kitchen and left him propped up against the refrigerator.  Paul turned out
the lights, and made his way slowly through the house until he was at the
entrance to the hallway leading to the bedrooms.  He ducked back into the
shadows when he heard someone coming down the hallway.

      Jim awoke to Brutis's soft whines and barks coming from outside.  As
he got up, he figured that someone let him out and forgot about him.  He
put on his robe and covered Eric up before leaving the bedroom.  He headed
down hallway, then out into the living room then the kitchen.  He did not
see Paul as he went past him, who quickly slipped down the hallway as Jim
entered the kitchen.

	Jim saw Marco slumped against the refrigerator when he flipped on
the lights.  He quickly knelt beside him and gently shook his shoulders.

	"Come on Marco, can you hear me?"  Jim asked him as he patted
Marco's cheek.  Marco managed to crack open his eyes and look at Jim.  All
he was able to do was mumble the word "intruder" before blacking out again.
Jim quickly went to the back door and let Brutis in.  He then grabbed the
phone and dialed 911.

	"911, do you have an emergency?"  The operator said.

	"Yes, this is Jim Chavez, and I believe there is an intruder in my
house," Jim said in an urgent but hushed tone of voice.

	"Where are you right now in the house sir?"  The operator asked.

	"I'm in the kitchen, and my room mate is hurt.  It looks like
someone whacked him on the head pretty hard.  Please send an ambulance
also," Jim explained into the phone.

	"I understand Sir, I have the Sheriff's office on the line, and
deputies are enroute as well as the ambulance.  I'm connecting you now
Sir," the operator said to him.

	"This is Sheriff Sanders speaking; I understand you are reporting
an armed intruder in your house right?"  The sheriff asked him.

	"Yes, I just found my roommate out cold in the kitchen, and it
looks like he was hit over the head with some object.  I have other people
in the house including three children," Jim explained again.

	"This is the Chavez residence correct?"  The sheriff asked him.
"Mr. Chavez, we have several cars enroute now, and they should be there in
a few minutes.  I was just about to contact you because of a Mrs. Leftwich,
who called a short time ago.  She reported that her ex-husband has
disappeared from home detention.  We found his car abandoned not far from
your residence, so we believe that he was headed there.  Now with your
complaint, it only verifies our suspicions.  I want you to see if you can
get your roommate and the others out of the house now, and all of you wait
outside until the deputies arrive.  Mrs. Leftwich is on her way there now.
She said that they were less than an hour away when she called so she
should be arriving at any time.  If she arrives, keep her out of the house
also."  The deputy instructed him.

	"I will do that Sheriff, but Paul, her ex, is after their son who
is here in the house with me.  I will not leave the house if Paul gets to
Rodie before I can get him out.  I will leave the phone on just in case I
encounter him so that you will know if anything happens," Jim explained.
Jim laid the phone on the counter and ignored the voice coming from the
receiver.  He moved in a half crouch through the living room and back into
the hallway.  He eased down to his room and quickly closed and locked the
door.  Once inside, Jim shed his robe and pulled on his clothes and shoes.
He then opened the top drawer in his dresser and took out a lock box.  Jim
opened it and loaded the .38 snub nosed revolver before tucking it into the
waist of his jeans.  Without thinking, he also grabbed his keys, wallet,
and cell phone, but first made sure that it was muted and switched to
vibrate only.  He also pocketed the two spare ammo clips before moving
beside the bed and leaning over Eric's sleeping form.  Jim reached out and
covered Eric's mouth with his hand while gently shaking him awake.  Eric
woke with a start but quickly calmed down when he heard Jim's voice.

	"Sshh!  It is me, Jim.  I need you to be really quiet right now
honey because we are all in danger.  Can you be really quiet for me Eric?"
Jim whispered to him.  Eric nodded with wide frightened eyes, and Jim took
his hand away from his mouth.  "I need you to come with me real quiet now."
Jim said as he moved to the door and unlocked it.

	"Ok Jim," Eric said in a whisper as he slipped out of the bed.  He
followed Jim quietly into the hall, and then into the spare room where
Dr. Wise was sleeping.  Jim repeated his actions with Mike, and quickly
explained the danger to them all.  He then left Eric with Dr. Wise who
started getting dressed.  Jim moved through the darkened bathroom and into
the room where John slept.  He gave John a slight shake and then cautioned
him to remain quiet when he started awake.

	"Paul's here inside the house John.  I do not know when or how he
got in though.  Marco is hurt, and I need you and Mike to get him out of
the house and down by the gate.  The cops are on their way right now, and
Eric is already up and with Mike.  You need to open the gate for the
Sheriff while I try to get Mark and Rodie out ok," Jim whispered to him and
John nodded.  "Cathy called the sheriff's office, and he said she was on
her way here, and arriving any time now.  Keep her out of the house when
she gets here."  John then got up and quickly dressed, and followed Jim
through the bathroom and into Mike's room.  Once they were all ready, Jim
took out his pistol and slipped back into the hallway, checking it out both
ways before signaling for the others to follow.  They all crept quietly to
the kitchen, where Brutis gave a low growl as they approached but quickly
quieted down as he recognized them.  Mike knelt down and checked over Marco
quickly.

	"Damn, he must have his him pretty hard; I think Marco may have a
skull fracture.  Come on John help me get him up.  Which way should we
leave Jim?"  Mike asked as John helped lift Marco's inert body over Mike's
shoulder in a Fireman's carrying position.  John helped him stand and then
gain his balance while Jim quickly knelt down beside Eric.  He took a pen
and Post-It note pad and quickly wrote a series of numbers on it.  He then
handed it to Eric.

	"Ok honey, I need you to go over to the security pad over by the
door and turn off the alarm system.  Put in this number and press the
"Enter" key, and then open the door for your father.  This other number is
to open the security gate at the end of the drive."  Jim said to him.

	"Are Mark and Rodie going to be ok?"  Eric asked in a hushed voice
as a tear ran down his cheek.

	"I promise you Eric, he will not hurt them.  I will make sure of
that; now go with your father because he needs your help.  Marco is hurt
very bad, so I am counting on you, Spritemite, to help your dad get him to
safety."  Jim explained quietly to him as he brushed his tears away.

      "I won't let you down Jim, I promise," Eric answered with a serious
face.  Jim then hugged him and kissed his forehead.

	"I love you Spritemite, now go on while I go get your brother ok."
Jim said to him before standing up.  Eric, Mike, and John started to leave
the kitchen when Brutis whined.  "You go with Eric, and watch him for me."
Jim said to Brutis as he petted him.  Brutis licked his hands and then
followed Eric, Mike, and John out into the living room.

	Eric quickly punched in the number sequence into the keypad.  The
light changed from red to green, he then opened the front door carefully
and held it open for the others.  Jim stopped John just as he was about go
out the door.

	"Here, take this, you may need it."  Jim said as he handed the
revolver and spare clips to John.  "I have my cell phone with me, it is
muted so have the police call me once they arrive.  I hope to get Rodie and
Mark out before that, but if I cannot do that then it means that Paul
already has them.  Have them call my cell when they arrive and I will keep
them informed of the situation.  However, you make sure that they do not
come into the house until I have Rodie and Mark safely with me first.  If
they come storming in here there is no telling what Paul will do to them."

      John took the gun and ammo from Jim.  "Save my son Jim," John said
solemnly to him.  Jim looked him in the eyes with a deadly serious
expression before he nodded his head.  John nodded in response before
turning and leaving the house.  Jim closed the door then made his way to
the garage.  Once there, he quickly went up the stairs to the storage room
that attached to the attic.  He turned on the light and looked around until
he located his blue footlocker against the back wall.  He went over and
opened the combination lock on the locker.  Inside were his dive equipment
and his semi automatic Glock 9mm hand gun.  He quickly unwrapped it from
the oiled leather cloth and checked it.  It was still in working condition,
with no hint of rust visible at all.  He took out the shoulder holster and
put it on.  Then he loaded the Glock before putting it into the holster.
He took the spare ammunition from the locker and put it in his pocket, and
finally grabbed his diver's Knife and belted it onto his thigh.  Jim closed
the locker then stood up and looked around.

      He stopped for a moment and stretched as his lower back and legs
knotted up.  After a few moments of stretching, Jim's gaze fell onto the
small square door in the far wall.  He remembered that it opened up into
the main attic of the house.  Most of it was unfinished because the entire
house's heating and air conditioning ducting was there.  However, it did
have a central walkway that spanned the entire length of the house.  With a
plan forming in his head, Jim slipped back down to the garage and retrieved
a flashlight.  He checked to see if it was working then went back up the
stairs to the small attic door.  He had to crawl on his hands and knees to
get through the small doorway, and then stop until the pain in his legs
subsided.

      Jim began to move slowly along the central walkway, occasionally
shining the flashlight to keep his bearings.  He made his way to the end of
the house where the bedrooms were, and quickly located the air conditioning
duct leading to Rodie's room.  He got down to his knees and crawled to last
ten feet quietly until he was directly across from the duct.  He could hear
Paul's menacing voice clearly as it came up through the duct.  He listened
for a moment until he heard Mark's frightened voice respond to Paul.

	"No!  Please don't hurt us Mister," Mark said as he awoke to Paul's
presence in the room.  He quickly hugged Rodie to him trying to shield him
from Paul in case he did something.  He heard Rodie moan softly as he held
him, but he did not wake up.

	"Get up Rodie!"  Paul said in a harsh voice while at the same time
grabbing Rodie's arm and shaking him.

	"Stop it!  You are going to hurt him!  He's been sick, and the
medicine won't let him wake up!"  Mark said in an alarmed, but protective
voice.  Through it all Rodie remained unresponsive except for soft moans
only.  Paul's face first showed anger when Rodie did not respond to him,
but then softened when Mark yelled at him.  He leaned over Rodie's inert
form and lifted the covers revealing his frail looking upper body.  A
strangled sob caught in Paul's throat as he saw Rodie's very visible ribs
and pale complexion.  He let the covers drop as he straightened up before
looking at Mark.

	"Who are you?"  Paul asked him.

	"I'm Mark, Rodie's friend," Mark answered while still hugging Rodie
to himself.

	"Why are you here now?"  Paul asked in response as he slowly
stepped backwards to the foot of the bed.  He then broke eye contact with
Mark for a moment to locate the chair against the wall at the foot of the
bed.  He sat down slowly, which caused his outer coat to open revealing the
gun in his waistband.

	"Because Rodie is sick, and we came to spend the week here to cheer
him up," Mark said innocently.  He carefully eased Rodie's head back onto
the pillow before sitting up in the bed, and clutching the covers to his
chest.  "Can I turn on the light?"

	"Go ahead, but don't try anything understand," Paul told him while
resting his hand on the butt of the gun.  Mark leaned over and touched the
lamp, turning it on, before moving back next to Rodie.

	"Who are you Mister?"  Mark asked Paul in a cautious tone of voice.

	"I'm Rodie's father," Paul answered while gazing at his son's face.
"How long will he sleep?"  He asked as he nodded his head towards Rodie.

	"I don't know Mister, he had some sort of seizure yesterday, and
that is why Dr. Mike came over."  Mark said carefully so as not to upset
Paul.

	"A seizure; what caused that?"  Paul asked him with a slightly
worried expression.

	"I don't know, but Dr. Mike thought it was because of him being so
weak after his infection from his appendix bursting.  He gave Rodie a shot
and he has been asleep since then."  Mark explained in a halting voice as
he looked at Rodie then back at Paul.

	"Then I guess we wait for now, but don't try anything if you do not
want to be hurt understand."  Paul said before he leaned back in the chair
and closing his eyes.

      "Yes sir," Mark felt a small bead of perspiration trickle down the
back of his neck as he carefully repeated the words echoing in his mind.
He lay back beside Rodie once again while never taking his eyes off Paul.
He knew that if Paul realized that Rodie was faking that both of them would
be in extreme danger.

	"Is he still angry Mark?"  Rodie asked Mark silently.  When he
realized that his father was in the room, he almost freaked again.
However, he was still too groggy from the effects of the medication, and
then he heard the tone of his father's voice change.  Therefore, he had lay
still and reached out silently to Mark.  Mark told him to pretend to be
asleep because Paul did not seem to want to hurt them since he was asleep.
Now he kept telling Mark how to respond to his father so that he would not
get angry.  Rodie had learned long ago how to answer his father in order to
avoid his wrath.  Rodie then reached out to the others, but quickly
discovered they were all gone except Jim.

	"Jim, what do we do?  Daddy is here in the room with us now," Rodie
said to him silently.  Just then, it dawned on him that Jim was above him
instead of in his room, but he kept still.  He managed that by shutting off
that portion of his mind, so in reality he was still asleep physically.
However, his mind raced over all his memories of his father so that he
could tell Mark what to say to him.

	"Rodie?  You are awake?"  Jim responded to his silent thought.

	"Sort of Jim, but daddy thinks I am asleep from the medicine still.
Mark knows about it, and I keep telling him how to answer daddy so he will
not get upset.  Are you coming to get us now because I don't know how long
we can fool him?  Jim he has a gun too," Rodie said in a blur silently to
Jim.

	"I am working on that Rodie.  Just keep doing this for the moment
until I can work something out.  I am right above your room and can hear
every word he speaks.  I will stop him if he tries to hurt you my love, I
promise."  Jim thought back to him.

	"Ok Jim, I trust you," Rodie said in his mind, but Jim could feel
how frightened he was although he tried to shield it from him.  Just then,
Jim felt his cell phone vibrate.  Therefore, he quietly crept backwards
along the walkway until he was almost to the living room area before
answering his phone.  When he answered it, Cathy was on the line.

	"Jim, thank god you are all right.  We just got here just as the
police arrived.  John told me that you are still in there with Paul and the
boys.  Has he hurt them Jim?"  Cathy asked in a frenzy of words.

	"No, he hasn't hurt them Cathy.  They are ok for now, but Paul is
with them in their room.  Is the Sheriff there now?"  Jim asked her quietly
as he slowly stood and made his way back towards the garage.  Once he
reached the door, he quickly crawled through it.  Now he could speak
without Paul overhearing him.

	"Yes, here he is Jim," Cathy said before handing her phone to the
Sheriff.

	"Hello?  Sheriff Sanders here, who am I speaking to?"  The sheriff
asked.

	"Sheriff, this is Jim Chavez again.  Here is the situation, Paul,
Rodie's father, is locked in the rear middle bedroom.  He has his son, and
Mr. Winter's oldest son Mark in the room also.  I heard him mention that he
had a gun, but I do not know what kind.  Right now I am in the attic of the
house, and I can hear what is happening in the room."  Jim explained
quickly to him.

	"Ok, I understand, but we will handle things from now on, so come
out here and let us handle it because we are trained for this kind of
thing."  The sheriff told him in a condescending tone.

	"Make no mistake Sheriff, I do not doubt your training, but right
now those two boys are at the mercy of that man.  I am the only one who is
in any kind of position to save them if he decides to hurt them.  I am much
better trained and equipped than you and your men.  You can verify that
with my roommate Eddie if you want my qualifications, but you listen to me
now.  You will not make any attempt to enter the house or do anything that
will endanger those boys.  Do you understand me!"  Jim said in a tone that
demanded only acceptance.

	"I'm not going to take orders from you, and if you don't come out
now I will arrest you for obstruction and whatever other charges I can
think up," the sheriff bellowed into the phone.

	"This is no threat sheriff, I am an expert Marksman, and if you or
one of your men get in the way, I will not hesitate to take them out.  I
know what I am doing here.  Just keep your men away until I can neutralize
Paul, then you can do whatever you want to me once those boys are safe.
Now reign in your redneck men because their deaths will be on your
shoulders.  Are we clear on everything now?"  Jim said in a deadly serious
tone.  There was a long pause before the sheriff spoke again.  Jim could
hear him speaking to someone in the background, but could not make out the
words.

	"Sorry Mr. Chavez, I was just brought up to date about your
military expertise.  I do not like it, but we will do it your way for now.
I expect you to keep me informed about what is taking place."  The sheriff
said in a neutral tone, but Jim could detect the faintest edge of smugness
in there also.  Just then, he heard Rodie's voice inside his head and he
immediately started towards the access door.

	"He knows Jim, he saw the police through the window.  He's coming
t..."  Jim heard Rodie say before something happened to him to break off
his thought.  He could also hear the Sheriff issuing orders to one of his
deputies through the phone.

      "God Damn you!  You son of a bitch, call your men off now!"  Jim
screamed into the phone as he dove through the door, but stopping when his
lower back hit the top of the frame.  He managed to crawl the rest of the
way through while ignoring most of the pain.  Just then, Jim heard the
bedroom window shatter at the end of the house.  He instantly realized
their mistake, but it was too late now because Paul was alerted to their
presence now.  He screamed into the phone before throwing it away from him.
"You entered the wrong fucking room you Dipshit!"

	Jim raced towards Rodie's room, and he could hear Mark pleading
with Paul as he approached.

	"No!  You are killing him!  Let him go, and take me instead!"  Mark
cried aloud as he saw Rodie struggling against Paul.  Paul had grabbed
Rodie in a chokehold, and was backing up towards the bathroom while
pointing the pistol at Mark.

	"It's too late to save him now!  We will die together now as we
should have two years ago."  Paul shouted to him while tightening his
chokehold on Rodie's neck.  His face had a crazed expression, and spittle
drooled out of his mouth as he carried Rodie backwards towards the wall.
Rodie flailed wildly with his arms and legs against Paul in an attempt to
breathe.  However, his frantic struggles lessened as his oxygen ran out,
and he tasted blood as he bit his tongue.  Seeing this, Mark launched
himself at Paul in a desperate attempt to save Rodie.  Paul pulled the
trigger, hitting Mark in the right shoulder/chest area.  The impact of the
bullet hurled Mark backwards, knocking him to the floor where he lay in a
heap.

	Rodie watched in horror as Mark was knocked backward.  He was
fighting the encroaching blackness as he feebly attempted to free himself
enough to breathe.  As the bullet slammed into Mark, he tried to scream but
could not.  He watched as Mark lay on the floor with his blood spreading
out around him.  Then the blackness swallowed him up and he sank into
oblivion.

	Jim moved as fast as he could, but he could not hear anything over
the commotion from the officers making their ill-fated raid into his
bedroom.  Precious moments slipped by, as he tried to figure out where Paul
was located.  He was cursing himself and the sheriff when suddenly he heard
the shot ring out almost directly beneath him, only slightly to his right.
He knew then where Paul was located now.  He stood, then jumped onto the
space between the wooden beams of the ceiling.  The drywall immediately
gave way sending him crashing through to the floor below.  As he hit the
floor, he felt the stabbing pain shoot up his left leg from the impact, but
he needed only a second to find his target and pull the trigger.  As he
crashed down to the floor, he saw the bullet strike Paul's head just above
his right eye.  The no reflex zone, as it is called by Sharpshooters.
After landing in a heap he watched as Paul's body went limp and released
Rodie's lifeless body as they both crumpled to the floor.

      To his left he saw Mark lying in a pool of blood and he feared he was
a moment too late.  He moved but stopped when the pain from his left hip
almost caused him to black out.  Swallowing hard, Jim pulled himself across
the floor to Mark, who was closest, and saw his eyes open when he reached
him.

      "It hurts Jim," Mark said weakly.

      "I know it does Babe, Don't move now ok.  Help is coming," Jim said
to him and Mark nodded his head.

      Jim turned and pulled himself over to where Rodie lay slumped against
the wall.  As soon as he reached him, Jim's heart sank.  Rodie's face and
lips were completely blue, almost black now.  His mouth was bloody from
where he had bitten his tongue in his struggle to breathe.  Jim quickly
laid him flat onto his back and checked to see if he was breathing.

      Nothing.  He then checked for a pulse.

      Again, nothing.  He then pulled himself up ignoring the pain until he
was hunched over Rodie.

      "In here!  I need the medics in here right now!"  Jim shouted at the
top of his lungs.  He quickly tilted Rodie's head back and started CPR.  15
chest compressions then a breath, then repeat.  He was in his sixth cycle
of compressions when the door burst open and the sheriff's deputies came
rushing in.  They took a single look at the lifeless body of Paul, then at
Jim, before one of them started shouting orders for the paramedics.

      A few moments later the paramedics came rushing in with Mike and the
others, and they quickly took over for Jim.  Jim rolled over onto his back
as he watched Mike go to work on Rodie.  Tears slipped down his face as the
truth of the moment hit him.  Cathy managed to catch him as he slumped
backwards, and he looked at her as she saw Rodie devoid of life where he
lay.

      "I'm sorry Cathy...I tried to save him, but I failed again," Jim said
to here as his tears ran down his face.  All he could think about as he
watched them work on Rodie's lifeless body was his failure.  The words kept
repeating themselves in him head, "I do not want to live without him, I
cannot live without him."

      Mike found Rodie unresponsive with no pulse or respirations.  The
paramedics quickly took over CPR while Mike got the tongue retractor to put
an airway tube into his lungs.  They stopped CPR long enough for him to get
the tube in, then he pulled out the resuscitator and started attaching it
to Rodie's chest.  Once he turned it on, he saw that Rodie had no rhythm to
his heart.

      "Where is the med cart?"  He demanded as he pumped oxygen into
Rodie's lungs.  The paramedic quickly pulled over a box and opened it
revealing their assorted medicines.  Mike quickly scanned the contents the
told her to get him three specific medicines, as he continued Rodie's
respirations.

      "But sir we don't use that particular medicine, we have it but we are
not authorized to use it."  The female paramedic said to him when he asked
for Ephenedrine.

      "No Shit!  I didn't ask you if you were authorized to use it.  I told
you to get it for me, and I mean Right God Damn Now!"  Mike bellowed at
her, causing her to flinch while she promptly handed him the injectors.
"All right, we have only one shot at this so let's do it right.  Ready?
Let's do it," Mike said to them.  He then took the first injector and stuck
the 4" needle directly into Rodie's chest near his left nipple.  Once it
was empty, he removed it.

      "Ok, Epi is in, charging the paddles at 150amps...everyone clear!"
Mike said watching as Rodie's body jumped as the electric shock coursed
through his small body.  Once it was finished, Mike checked him for a
pulse, but still nothing.  "Resume compressions."  While they completed
another 3 cycles, Mike set the resuscitator to 225 amps and waited till it
charged again

	"Ok, administering Adrenaline and bicarb now," he said as he
plunged two more needles into Rodie's heart.  "Done, are we ready?  225
amps...Clear!"  Again, Rodie's small body jumped from the electrical shock.
Still no response.  "Come on son, don't give up on me now!  Resume
compressions."  The paramedics resumed CPR while Mike set and charged the
resuscitator to 300.

	"Ready at 300, everyone clear," Mike bellowed as they pulled away
from Rodie.  For a third time Rodie's small body jumped from the electrical
shock.  "Still no response," Mike said with a hint of failure in his voice
as he checked Rodie's vitals.  Then he heard it, a very faint beat begin,
as he listened with his stethoscope.  "Wait!  Come on Bright Eyes; come
back home to us...Yes!  We got him, resume respirations, full oxygen."
Mike said as he watched the small blips on the monitor.  It only appeared
to be a small squiggly line at first, but after a few moments, a weak but
steady beat showed across the monitor.

	"We are not done yet, I want you to package him and be ready to
transport him immediately.  Get on the horn and have two more ambulances
dispatched here now."  Mike instructed the male paramedic before turning
his attention to Mark.  John was holding a compress over and under Mark's
shoulder.  There was a large amount of blood around him, but Mike knew that
is was not as bad as it appeared.  He quickly had the female paramedic take
John's place as he knelt beside Mark.

	"How you doing son?"  Mike asked Mark who was awake, but
frightened.  He quickly checked Mark's vitals before gingerly lifting the
compress from his wound.  Mark cried out as he pulled it free, and he
probed around the wound.  After a few moments, he replaced the compress and
looked at the female paramedic.  "I want him bagged and packaged for
transport.  Push as many units of fluids as you can because he has lost a
lot of blood.  Also keep pressure on the compresses and pack them
thoroughly because he will probably be heading for surgery as soon as we
get him to the hospital."  Mark the caught Mike's hand with his left hand
as Mike started to turn away.

	"Is he...is Rodie...d...dead?"  Mark finally managed to say in a
choked voice as his tears started to flow.  The look of unbearable loss on
his face brought tears to Mike's eyes.

	"No son, he is alive, thanks to you and Jim.  He is not out of
danger yet, but I got him back, Mark.  You did real well protecting him.  I
think you and Jim saved his life because that small fraction of time that
you delayed his father is what allowed Jim to get to him.  Now I don't want
you to move because that will only make the bleeding worse."  Mike told him
with a serious expression.  He tried to be as truthful as possible with
him, because Rodie could still die.  However, he did have a chance because
of Mark and Jim's actions.  He watched as the worried lines on Mark's face
eased, and Mark nodded as he laid his head back down.  Mike wiped the tears
away gently before turning to John.

	"You have a very brave son there, John.  I think his collarbone is
broken, but it seems to have deflected the bullet enough so that it passed
through completely.  He may need surgery to control the bleeding, but he is
going to be ok."  Mike said to John, who also was relieved by this news.
Mike then moved over to Jim who was still lying on the floor by the bed.

	"How you doing Jim?"  He asked as he knelt beside him.

	"Not good Mike.  I think I broke my hip they replaced," Jim said to
him.  He then grabbed Mike's arm and looked into his eyes.  "I need to know
Mike, and I want the truth...is Rodie going to make it?"  Jim asked him
quietly.

	"I don't know Jim.  It appears that he has a crushed larynx, and I
do not know how long he had not been breathing before we reached him.  We
will know once we get him to the hospital and I get a blood gas ratio on
him.  However, until then I can not give you an accurate answer other than
I was able to restart his heart."  Mike answered truthfully to Jim.  He
then looked over to Paul's body and watched as a deputy covered his body
with a blanket.  Mike returned his attention back to Jim.

      "How did you manage to shoot him with Rodie in the way, as well as
you falling at the same time?"  Mike asked him.

      "It's simple, when I came through the ceiling he had to pull back in
order for me not to land on him.  That separated Rodie and him just enough
to give me a clear shot at him.  He flinched, opening himself up for just a
second.  That is all the time I needed, but I was still too late.  That
idiot sheriff almost prevented me from locating where Paul was standing.
If Mark had not forced Paul to shoot him, then I would have never known his
location in time to save them.  Here, take this before I use it on that
bastard," Jim said as he handed his revolver to Mike as he saw the Sheriff
come into the room again.  Just then, the other paramedic crews came into
the room, and quickly moved to where Mark and Jim lay.  Mike stood up and
stepped back so they could attend to Jim.

      The Sheriff approached Mike.  "I'll need that weapon for evidence
Mike.  I am going to nail that faggot's balls to the wall.  Millionaire or
not," he said in an obnoxious tone.  Mike looked hard at him for a long
moment before responding.

      "I think not Sheriff.  You purposefully endangered the lives of these
boys, and of your men because of your arrogance and prejudice.  I am
President of the Board of Commissioners, and I will be calling a special
meeting as soon as I am finished at the hospital.  I am going to request
that you be removed from office for your incompetence, and seek to
prosecute you to the fullest extent of the law.  Deputy Shymanski, as of
now, you are acting Sheriff.  I want you to take Sheriff Sanders into
custody for willful and reckless endangerment, dereliction of duty, and
attempted murder.  As you can see by his actions, he has allowed his
personal prejudices to prevent him from properly carrying out his duties as
Sheriff.  His actions also endangered the lives of the hostages, as well as
willfully instructing his deputies to enter the premises after being
informed that this was a hostage situation.  His statement just now gives
you probable cause to substantiate the charges.  I will also be turning
this over to you for safe keeping."  Mike said with authority, and loud
enough for everyone in the room to hear.  Mike also knew that he could
trust Deputy Shymanski since he had ran against Sanders for the Sheriff's
position in the last election.  Deputy Shymanski was a man of honor, and
dedicated to the enforcement of the law.  He rarely agreed with Sheriff
Sanders decisions, or with his obvious favoritism, and policies.

      "Yes Sir, Sheriff Sander's, please give me your weapon now."  Deputy
Shymanski said as he faced Sander's while resting his hand on his own
revolver.

      "You are making a big mistake Mike, I know all about your friendship
with him.  I also have suspected you for a while now, and this confirms it.
We don't need your kind around here," Sheriff Sanders said in a menacing
voice as his face mottled with anger as he pointed towards Jim.

      "Your weapon Sheriff, give it to me now!"  Deputy Shymanski ordered.
Sheriff Sanders looked at him defiantly for a moment.  Then he thought
better of it after seeing Deputy Shymanski's deadly serious expression.
Deputy Shymanski also was several inches taller, and powerfully built.
Begrudgingly, he handed over his revolver to him.  "I will not cuff you if
you give me your word that you will conduct yourself accordingly Sheriff."

      "I won't give you any problems Dave, you have my word," Sheriff
Sanders replied.

      "Thank you Bill, as you know I am just doing my job.  Now you have
the right to remain silent, because anything you say can and will be used
against you in a court of law.  You have the right to an attorney, and if
you cannot afford an attorney, then one will be provided to you.  You have
the right to refuse to answer any questions without your attorney
present..."  Deputy Shymanski said as he escorted the sheriff out of the
room while reading him his Miranda Rights.

      The paramedics worked quickly and efficiently and soon had Mark, Jim,
and Rodie loaded in the ambulances.  John rode with Mark, Cathy with Rodie,
and Eddie went with Jim.  Jim's ambulance arrived last of them all, and Jim
was quickly informed of the others condition.  Marco was awake, but had a
moderate concussion as well as a slight skull fracture.  However, it had
been determined that it was not serious, or any danger to him.  He would
have to stay over night for observation.  After x-rays revealed that Mark
had a shattered collarbone as well as the bullet clipping an artery, it was
decided to take him to surgery immediately.  Jim was stabilized, and the
doctor confirmed that the prosthetic hip and knee in his left leg were
damaged beyond repair.  However, they would have to send him to the
University Medical Center for surgery since they were not equipped to
handle that kind of surgery.  His Orthopedic Surgeon was called in to
examine him, and he then called to make the arraignments for surgery.  Jim
would be flown to the Medical center as soon as one of the helicopters was
available.

      Mike had it arraigned for him to stay in the room next to Rodie's
room.  Mike ran Rodie through various tests to ascertain his condition
better.  They had been in the hospital for almost 8 hours when a nurse came
in and spoke to Jim.

      "Dr. Wise told me to inform you that he's beginning to wake up.  If
you prefer, I will move you to his room so you can see him."  The nurse
said, to which Jim quickly agreed.  Mike and Cathy were with Rodie when Jim
was wheeled in the room.

      "I think he is waking up Jim, and I thought you and Cathy should be
here when he does wake up."  Mike told him as they positioned his bed next
to Rodie's bed.  Then Jim heard the familiar voice inside his head, and
everyone turned towards Rodie.

      "What happened?  Where am I?"  Rodie thought to everyone and anyone
close to him.  Cathy choked back a sob as she leaned over Rodie.  She could
see that Rodie was trying to speak but the airway tube prevented it.

      "No, do not try and talk Rodie, you have a pretty bad injury to your
throat honey.  So just try to relax for now ok.  It is all right now baby,
you are safe.  Paul tried to take you away from us, but Mark and Jim
stopped him."  Cathy said as she smiled at Rodie, but she was unable to
hold back her tears.  Rodie's eyes were only barely open, and the heart
monitor jumped when Cathy said his father's name.  "Relax Rodie; he cannot
hurt you ever again, Jim made sure of that.  And Mark almost got himself
killed in order to allow Jim to locate both of you.  It is all over now,
ok.  Jim's here with you also, I love you honey."

      It took a few moments for Rodie to absorb what she told him, then his
eyes opened all the way and they all heard him in their minds.  "Mark!
Daddy shot him mommy.  I saw his blood going everywhere.  Where is Mark?  I
can't feel him at all," Rodie said to them all not believing what Cathy had
just told him.  All of the monitors started to go wild as Rodie struggled
with his fears.

      "Rodie, he is ok, the bullet broke his collarbone so he is in surgery
right now to fix it.  He will be in here with you once he finished.  You
have to calm down my love, or you will hurt yourself more."  Jim said to
him aloud.  Rodie heard his voice and started calming down.  The monitors
returned to normal, and Jim watched as the tears started sliding down the
side of Rodie's face.  He was about to say something to reassure Rodie when
he heard him in his mind.

      "I couldn't breathe, daddy saw the police and he grabbed me.  I tried
to make him let go but he kept choking me harder and harder.  I saw him
shoot Mark just before everything went black."  Rodie thought to everyone
as he released his sorrow and pain.  "Where is my daddy Jim?  Is he going
to come back and get me?"

      "No Rodie, you are safe now.  He can never hurt you again.  He is
dead Rodie.  I had to kill him to save you."  Jim said softly to him.  He
watched and waited as his words slowly got through to Rodie.  Rodie then
looked over at Jim.

      "Then it is really over now, isn't it Jim?"  Rodie thought to him and
Jim nodded his head.  Rodie continued to look at Jim for a moment before
relaxing.  "You kept your promise Jim.  Thank you."  Then Rodie's grief
took over and he cried.  He cried for everything and everyone.  Including
his father, who he could never please, and who had hurt him so much.
Nevertheless, he was someone that Rodie loved so much no matter how bad his
father had hurt him.  He felt empty inside now, like a part of him had been
taken away, and it hurt feeling that emptiness.  Therefore, he turned to
the most important person left in his life now for comfort.

      "Mommy!"  Was all Cathy heard in her head as she watched all of
Rodie's defenses fall away.  She embraced him gently, and protectively, as
Rodie became the defenseless little boy that he truly was.  "I'm here
Rodie.  I will always be here.  It's ok baby, I will make everything right
again.  I promise you, that we will make everything right again for us."
Cathy said to him, and then she reached out and took hold of Jim's hand
before she cried with Rodie.


The End of Rodie's Love...for now.


Author's Note: Hello again everyone.  Well it has finally arrived.  You all
knew that Rodie's story must end in order to have some kind of closure.  I
am not going to spoil the ending by telling you what happens in the future.
You will have to watch for the next story that picks up where this left
off.  I know that everyone expected some kind of happy conclusion to this
story, but in real life there is not any happy conclusions that are just
given to the victims.  No matter what happens, the victim will end up
losing something precious to them.  That is just the way life is, and the
victims have to make their own happy conclusions by dealing with what life
throws at them.  I just want to thank everyone who has aided me with this
story.  The voluntary proofreaders, who checked each chapter for context,
grammar, and spelling mistakes, thank you.  For everyone who emailed ideas
and comments, thank you also for your encouragement and insight.  Finally,
I want to thank Nifty for providing such a wonderful place for posting my
story.

       This story, while some events were based upon truth, such as the
assault on my son Byron, it is still a work of fiction mostly.  I was told
by a great college professor once that a story is nothing more than what I
hoped to convey to my readers.  What I have tried to do is convey the
trauma, pain, and torment that a young victim suffers from abuse.  I also
wanted to show that there are many people, disregarding their sexual
preferences, albeit the same, opposite, or intergenerational, that they are
vital in enabling the victim to recover.  In my work as an abuse counselor
for CPS, I have to make judgment calls every day.  I have to look at the
relationship of that person in regards to the victim.  I know by experience
that many of these "boy lover's" are indeed sexual predators so I do what
is needed to protect the innocent victim.  However, I have met people who I
term as being "true boy lovers," and it is their love, caring, and
understanding that is truly, what brings these victims back to a normal
state in their lives.

       Of all of these true boy lovers, that includes both men and women,
most have not even once tried to turn their relationship into a sexual one.
They have the desires, and attractions, but they do not react to them
knowing that it will only harm the victim even more.  A child gives his or
her love and trust unconditionally to everyone.  It is only until that love
and trust is betrayed that they become withdrawn, wary, and unwilling to
risk being hurt more by giving their trust and love.  When a child gives
their trust and love, it needs to be cherished, not abused.  A true boy
lover does just that, they cherish what the boy has given them.  They do
not use that trust and love to manipulate the boy into a sexual
relationship.  Because they know how emotionally vulnerable the boy is at
that moment.  While most sexual predators look for just this opportunity
because they are not concerned about the boy, they are concerned about
fulfilling their twisted desires only.

       In situations like this, the most qualified person to help aid the
child in rebuilding their ability to love and trust again is someone who
not only understands children, but someone who is attracted to them,
although not necessarily sexually attracted to them.  This makes them more
attuned to the child because he or she does more than just listen.  They
observe everything, the mannerisms, body language, moods, favorite things,
personality traits, and so on.  Most of all they actually listen to what
the boy tells them, which makes it known to the boy that he does matter.
This also shows the boy that he is important, and that someone truly cares
about him.  This is why they are able to form such a deep and lasting bond
with the child while being a virtual stranger to the rest of the family.
It is also the reason they are the most qualified to help the child when
they have been victimized.  I know from my own experiences working with
boys who have been victimized.  With all the boys that I have helped, I
know every one of them by their first name still.  I still keep in contact
with them on a regular basis.  Most of all, every one of my boys will tell
everyone that I am one of their closest friends.  I have had associates
tell me that I am one of these "true boy lovers" since I have always had a
gift to understand and relate to boys.

       While I have never been sexually attracted to any child, I am still
able to look upon a boy's face and see perfection, grace, and beauty.  I
have my own natural son, as well as three adopted sons, with my youngest
turning 8 on Dec. 12th.  I have helped them rebuild their shattered
self-esteem, and taught them to love themselves again which enabled them to
love and trust others again.  I made them a promise that I would always be
there for them no matter what they had done or who they become.  All I can
say is if my ability to love shattered boys in order to help heal their
wounds which allows them to grow into loving men labels me as boy lover,
then I guess I am one then.  I know that I am very passionate towards my
work with abuse victims, and that I prefer boys as to girls.  That is only
because I identify with the boys much better than with girls.  So that
enables me to use my gifts of care and understanding to give these boys
what they deserve most.

      For this story, it was originally planned not to contain any sexual
scenes other than mild erotic inferences only.  However, as I stated with
chapter 4 I changed my mind since Nifty is an Erotic story archive.  So
that is the only reason I included sexual scenes.  Ok enough of my ranting.
I have already begun on my next stories, and I will be posting "Canyon's
Desire" shortly.  It is a coming of age story that is designed to educate,
and inform the reader to a serious problem in the US today that people
choose to ignore.  I also have a couple of short stories that I hope you
will also enjoy because they are all fun stories.  They all are based on
the underlying meaning of "if it feels good, then do it."  So thanks again
to everyone, and I do hope you enjoyed the ending to Rodie's Love.  Once
again, thanks to everyone who has helped me with this story.  And remember
to look for the continuation of Rodie's story.  Please send your comments
to snwdemon@yahoo.com and include the word NOSPAM someplace in the subject
line.

Damion.