Date: Wed, 14 Mar 2001 19:13:13 -0800 (PST)
From: Zane Green <ZaneG7@excite.com>
Subject: UnderGround Angel-3

Underground Angel: Part Three by Zane Hunter Green

This story is copyright by the author. It can not be placed on a for pay
site. It is a fantasy, and is not about anyone real. It has minor
characters, and is intended only for a mature audience. Comments are very
welcome and appreciated at ZaneG7@excite.com Flames will go up in smoke. I
would like to thank my two friends for inspiring me as always with their
stories, and there is one who left the earth too quickly that I think about
every day.




The next thing I heard was a rattle and the breaking of glass from
downstairs. I heard Aries barking and then more noise sans the dog. My first
instinct was to hold Sash even closer to me but he wiggled out of my arms.
Swiftly he got out of my lap and slid towards the bathroom door. I was right
behind him. I reached under his arms to press the lock. As I surveyed the
room for something to move and block entry I though about our state of
undress. I threw him a towel as I went back into the shower to shut it off.
   Increasingly the sounds of footsteps echoed on the stairway. I knew that
there had to be more than one invader out there, and they weren't trying to
keep quiet like I would have expected from a robbery. I had forgotten to
turn on the alarm last night when I came almost staggering home with Sash. I
whispered to him to get back into the shower. The room had no escape, and we
were essentially trapped.
     Three men plundered in. Two looked like body wrestlers, the third had a
boyish face with the marks of intelligence and cruelty.

    "So you thought you could disappear from us Sashcha. Where are your
clothes? We are taking you back."

They grasped the boy drawing him out of the shower pushing me aside as he
yelped."

"Leave him alone!" I cried out impotently.

"Mister, if you were smart you would pretend that you never saw this boy.
First of all some pretty steep charges could be leveled against you. Just in
case you want to make a racket we need some insurance, ah Oren. Take a few
pictures before we go."

They tore the towel off of Sash and pushed him next to me. Both of us bare
naked, I saw the flash of a camera, at least three times, then as I
readjusted to the light, the camera was no longer there. Sash seemed
emotionless yet his fingers delicately touched my side, I looked down
briefly and saw him hand spell H-E-L-P, I hand spelled back,Y-E-S. He then
knew I understood him, He had time to sign M-Y B-O-X. before they whipped
him back from me. They never seemed to notice the silent communication that
went on between the boy and myself. I almost sighed with relief.

"Where are his clothes?" the apparent leader commented, by this time he had
the wet, naked boy pressed against him. Sash had an emotionless face, but as
little as I knew him I could tell that he was very upset.

"In the wash, they're wet." I remarked with gritted teeth.

"Dry them!" the creep, said.

"They had me naked go into the hall and take his clothes from the wash and
place them in the dryer."

They were fondling him in front of me. Again he had that absent look on his
face. I wanted to kill them.

"Did you bring it into the house Sashcha?" the Creep asked.

"No, I lost it that is why I had to run away. I don't know what was in there
but I knew you would be mad." He said bravely.

"Where did you last have it?" The creep was applying pressure now in a place
that made the boy jerk back. I really wanted to kill him.

"On, on the subway train" he cried out.

"What were you doing on the subway, how did you get away from your
bodyguards anyway?" he smirked as he enjoyed his control over Sash. I was
ready to attack him, but Sash motioned No.

"Stay away, or the boy gets hurt! The Creep cautioned me.

"I took it by mistake, It was with my belongings, I just wanted to go home,
I have been so very homesick, and I thought that the train went to the
plane." Sash whispered.

"Your Father send you here with us for a reason." Said the Creep.

"Not this reason, if he knew what you did to me! Besides he said that I was
going with you to New England, not New York, I was going to be placed in a
boarding Secondary School" Sash said bravely.

"Hush, this commoner doesn't need to know anything."

"Why would my Father order me to stay here with you?"

"He didn't Sashcha. Do you think he is still alive."

The leader turned to one of the goons to stay with us; at that point I was
more than aware that they were armed. The other two started to comb through
my house, I could hear their footsteps vibrate on the wooden floor. I
shuddered as I heard them turn things over, especially loud was the
cacophony coming from the bedroom, they were looking for the boy's package I
suspected.

The creep came back; "Well it's not here. His clothes are dry enough, dress
him and lets go." The two goons took Sash's rags from out of the dryer, and
helped him dress. As they were doing that the Creep blocked Sash as he
walked over to me and stared at my genitals.

"7 and a half I would say. The little slut must have enjoyed you. If you
want to keep what you have you will pretend that this never happened! We
will have someone watching out for you, and if word gets back that you
talked, you will wake up some night, wishing that you never went to bed."

"If I hear that you harm him I will talk." I said boldly.

"He won't be harmed I can promise you that, but how would you know what will
happen to him. You don't even know who he is, and who would ever believe
your pitiful story anyway."

"Sashcha is an uncommon name."

"Who says that is his real name, perhaps it is only a nickname? Come on
Sashcha, my driver has been waiting for us. We'd hurt you" he said to me,
"but it looks like someone beat us to it." He looked at me closely, "
And you returned our boy in good shape. I am leaving you with some company
for a few hours so you're not tempted to be heroic, and by the way your
friendly dog is just taking a nap, we only tranquilized it. See we are very
kind. Make any trouble and it will be a different story."

Sash looked at me, and as he was led away he signed "Please find me."