Date: Sat, 21 May 2011 23:15:02 +0100
From: caspar wynne <casparwynne@hotmail.com>
Subject: I'm Not Dying Chapter 5

I'm Not dying!

By Darne Moon.

I'm not dying! is an adventure tale that contains graphic sexual content
between men. If you are not permitted to read such content please refrain
from reading any further. I currently don't have an editor, and do have
dyslexia so please be patient with grammatical mistakes etc. This is the
first time I've written anything of this magnitude in this genre. If you
enjoy this chapter of this story please let me know at darnemoon@gmail.com,
and I'm always interested in constructive criticism comments and ideas.

I've also recently started a Yahoo Group, with all sorts about I'm Not
Dead. You can find it at: http://uk.groups.yahoo.com/group/im_not_dead/
Hopefully see you there :D

Chapter 5

Hangover's are the curse of Satan's spawn. My eye's feel like their on
fire. My head is pounding like a bitch. I drag my sorry ass out the bed,
fighting with the duvet as I go. I find Cale entertaining Ian with old
stories of my drunken antics in Newcastle. I stumble in wearing only my
little black boxers rubbing sleep from my eyes. Ian chuckles at the tangled
mess of my hair and the sorry expression on my face. Sorry for myself.

"Here" Cale chucked a tube of Vitamin C tablets the kind you pop in a glass
of water and it fizzes up then drink. I grumble a thank you as I pour
myself a glass of water and add the tablet. I watch it with disgust as the
bubbles begin to die away.

"When do you want to go see this woman?" Ian asks me sipping a cup of
coffee.

"When I've stopped dying" I mumble taking a sip of the rancid drink. It's
chalky. Any drink that's chalky is not nice, but any drink that tastes this
bad has to be good for me. Ian spanks my bum softly. I grin. I reluctantly
gulp down my drink.

"What's going on then?" Cale asks as he starts to make a cup of tea for
me. I take a seat on a stool and sigh.

"What isn't" I begin, "It all started when I was ill. I was having some
strange dreams, and then I saw Washington burning, and then it
happened. Then yesterday I pre-empted the attack on Dublin"

"Fuck..." Cale mutters as I continue.

"So Wendy told me about this woman up here in York and that I should pay
her a visit and voi la, we're here!" Ian reaches out his hand for me to
hold. I'm suddenly aware their both dressed and I'm in just my underwear,
"I think I should get dressed"

"Oh I don't know I'm liking the view" Ian says

"Yeah its not bad, gardening is obviously doing you good!" Cale grins. I
laugh but hop off the stool and go to get dressed. I return as Cale is
stirring my tea and hands it to me.

"Best go find this woman then, where is she?" I hand him the business card
I was given, "Paradox Palace! That place is... unique" Cale laughs to
himself.

"How so?"

"You'll see. We'll head off when your ready. It's about a twenty minute
walk away" Cale leaves Ian and I in the kitchen. I shrug at Ian who
smiles. I finish my tea and give him a big hug and kiss him on the cheek.

"Sorry for last night"

"That's OK, was quite funny in the end. Although I think a lesbian was
ready to lamp you at one point"

"That always happens. I seem to have an innate ability to piss lesbians
off" Ian ruffles my hair and grins.

"Come on then lets go!" He pulls me close again and kisses me. Then we go
to find Cale.

Ten minutes later we're hitting the streets of York once more. It's a small
city but very nice. We pass the walls and Cale tells me of his latest
discoveries of the history of the city. I nod and smile as we walk along
the river's edge. In the distance there rises a tall old warehouse. The
bricks look like they've recently been blast cleaned. Painted in big white
letters across the top of the building read Paradox Palace.

As we got closer I could see the main entrance. It was smart and modern,
suddenly my imagine of this Mrs Wrinklethought was being questioned. We
entered and it dawned on me that this was not a block of flats but an
office block. The actual warehouse building was a shell and the offices
themselves were built inside in large translucent glass boxes suspended
from the ceiling with a series of hanging steel walkways, staircases and
the occasional lift. It was a strange place. At the heart of the massive
foyer was an oval desk, with a rather prim woman sat at it typing away on a
computer. I approach her.

"I'm here to see Mrs Winklethought" I say. The woman glanced at me.

"Do you have an appointment?" She asked curtly.

"That's all right Minerva, send them up" called a woman from one of the
glass boxes above. She looks intently at me from her high vantage, a slight
smile creeping across her face. The receptionist didn't say anything else
just pointed towards a flight of stairs. We followed her hand and ventured
upwards, "Hello, I am Mrs Wrinklethought" the woman stated advancing on me
with her hand protruding for a handshake, "You must be Alex" I nod and
shake her hand.

"Ian and Cale" I indicate to the two behind me. She nods and leads me into
her glass cubicle. It's partitioned into two rooms. The first was a waiting
room of sterile white and silver, the second was obscured by translucent
glass door.

"Ian and Cale, you can wait in here this shan't take to long" She says with
a smile. She couldn't be further from the image I had of her. Mrs
Winklethought was a middle aged woman dressed in a sharp suit, her auburn
hair tied back in a tight bun and a pair of rimless spectacles balanced
upon her nose. She appears educated and intelligent her voice calm but
powerfully informed. She points to what is presumably her office. The door
slides aside as I approach and before me is a vary sparse room. She invites
me to take a seat before her small black desk, I do and she settles down
opposite me.

"So Alex, you've started seeing things" She states clearly her fingers
arching before her.

"How do you know" I ask bemused.

"The future is my vision!" She declares quoting the statement on the
business card I was given. She smiles gently "that and your stepmother rang
me before you arrived. Anyway to business" She places her hands flat
against the desk, "I bet your wondering what I am all about, well I'll tell
you. I am... like you, a precog. I see the future. I was given the gift
twenty years ago and since then I have set up this business. My guise is a
market research company however I am a lot more than that. My clients ask
me to see their future for them. Investments, business acquisitions,
predicting market trends that sort of thing, but I also conduct research
into our talents. I received the gift the same way you did. Through
illness. I was in fact a similar age to you at the time, however they come
to people of all different ages, however the human body seems more
resilient to the initial affects of infection at a younger age"

"Wait what? They?" I ask. Her face softens a little.

"Ah yes, sorry I get ahead of myself. We are both infected with microscopic
organisms I like to call the Gifters. Where they are from exactly I don't
know yet, but I can tell you they are not from Earth"

"They're aliens"

"Technically yes. I know this is a lot to take in!" She states. She can
obviously tell I'm becoming very sceptical all of a sudden. "However they
have been here on Earth for millennia, taking new hosts every now and then"
Her hands are now moving about randomly as she swivels on her office chair,
"they're selection is at random, the process usually kills the subject
however occasionally one survives" Mrs Winklethought points at herself and
I. "They survive by feeding on our emotions and in return they allow us to
SEE" Her eyes light up, "they don't exist in the same manner humans
do. They live between dimensions but still within us. Strange isn't it, but
fascinating. This is still just a theory but I'm fairly certain. It's very
hard to gather accurate information, it takes time"

I take a moment to digest all this information. I shift awkwardly in my
seat and suck my teeth. "So these Aliens... these Gifters, they feed off
our emotions?"

"Yes, you'll find as time goes by your control on your emotions may
become... weaker, but its not dangerous and your a few years off till you
need to worry, your still in phase one"

"Phase one?"

"There are stages of the infection. I personally believe there are five. I
am currently in Phase 4. I have a heightened control of my abilities as
well as other... talents have begun to manifest. Before you ask these
different talents are particular to each host. My interviews with others
like us certainly seems to confirm this"

"How many others are there?"

Mrs Wrinklethought leans back in her chair and appears to mentally count,
"currently in Britain there are twelve but now your with us that makes it
thirteen. I know this is very strange and your thinking I'm a complete
lunatic" She laughs manically. I nod slowly with a grin. It's interesting
talking with other precogs, "You currently have no control over your
abilities but with time you will gain more control, especially if you
practice"

"Practice?"

"Yes, I can't tell you how, that is again particular to each host. In the
coming months you will see more and will develop better control of the
sight" She stops and looks at me expectantly but I dont know what to
do. She has very strange eyes they seem to change colour before me like
something is moving behind them. "Take some time and think over everything"
She pauses once more. "Now you want to go. Your friends are concerned. I'm
always here. Please dont be to sceptical" She reached into her pocket and
produced another card and handed it to me. I accept it and stand up to
leave the office she does the same and offers me her hand to shake. As we
grip each other Mrs Wrinklethought seems to go blank. Her eyes flicker
oddly for a second then her expression returns to how it was, "interesting"
She states half to herself.

"What, what did you see?" I ask concerned.

"Ah, your learning" She grins happily, "in time I will tell you right now
you must go, your friends need you" She sits back down again and begins to
hum to herself. The woman is clearly crazy but is there something to what
she says. As I am about to leave her office she swivels in her chair to
face me once more. "Oh and say hello to your friend Carol when you see her"
She states quite absently.

"You, you know Carol?" I ask shocked at the mention of her name.

"Not at all, Goodbye Alex, please stay in touch" She waves me out of the
room. Complete loon I decide. Ian and Cale both look up at me expectantly.

"So how did it go?" Cale asks with a slight hint of mockery in his tone.

"I'd rather not talk about it just yet, I need to think"

"A drink then?" Cale asks. I check my phone for the time. It's not even
midday.

"Sure why not" Cale nods. He isn't a drinker as such but I think he knows
when a strong drink is needed, "But somewhere quiet I need to think" Cale
nods and leads the way out of the peculiar office. I take a quick moment to
study the card Mrs Wrinklethought had given me in her office.

PMI Predictive Marketing and Investments.  CEO Mrs Wrinklethought Flat 5
Paradox Palace. York.  A part of Inscope Incorporated.

Inscope? Who the hell are they I wonder. I pocket the card once more. As we
take the stairs down once more Ian takes my hand gently. I squeeze it
grateful for the fact he's here with me. I glance back up at the glass
compartment we had just left. There at its door the silhouette of Mrs
Wrinklethought is stood looking down on us. She gives a slight wave. I
don't respond. Seconds later we're back on the streets of York.

"Cale, what do you know about this building?" I ask remembering his simple
comment after reading the first card I had gotten.

"The guy who developed it is a bit of a nut. He seems to enjoy irony, he
named the place Paradox Palace to denote the interior. It's essentially and
office space, but each office is called a Flat. His thoughts were most
people spend more time living in their offices than their homes... its all
a load of bollocks really, the guy just thought he was clever. My mum went
to the council meeting regarding his intentions. A lot of people opposed it
but somehow it got approved. It ain't cheap either. That Wrinklebottom must
be making a small fortune to keep one of them offices!" Cale informs as we
walk along the waterfront and back onto the main streets of York.

"Wrinklethought" I correct. Curiouser and curiouser, she must be making a
fortune. Even in the open air of this very prim city Ian refuses to let go
of my hand. Something I find peculiarly uncharacteristic. Ian is more
sensitive than I about peoples interpretation of gay couples. The world had
come along way in the last seventy years, but there will always be
bigotry. Cale leads us into a small low ceilinged bar. There's virtually
no-one here and there is a lone barman. He's quite aged with ice white
hair. He bears a pointed moustache and threadbare goatey. Ian finally
relinquishes his grasp on my hand and Cale orders three pints of cider. I
take a seat in a cubical next to a window overlooking the river. What a day
and what a weird fucking woman I think to myself. I was in there mere
minutes...

I think about my childhood a moment as Cale and Ian take their seats Ian
handing me my pint. I would have done anything back then to have this
power, in fact I probably would have given anything a couple of months ago
had I not known what it would mean. I have a responsibility I decide, a
responsibility to protect those around me. I can't tell anyone else other
than those I care about or else I may end up being carted away for being
crazy or taken for testing by some crazed government scientists.

"This is fucking crazy" I mutter to myself. Both men in front of me remain
quiet. I don't offer anything further in terms of conversation for a few
more minutes and they don't ask any questions. Could it be that I am
infected with Aliens? If I was what does that mean... but the fucking woman
was clearly crazy.  "Aliens" I say eventually, "that's what she said. I
have parasitic aliens living inside me and they make me see the future" I
tell them. Cale's eyebrows raise, Ian fights back a chortle, "Exactly, how
crazy is that, its as bad if she told me its fucking fairies telling me the
future" I catch in the corner of my eye the bar man roll his eyes and walk
off.

"Fucking conspiracy theorists" I hear, but then I didn't. I look at Ian and
Cale but they hadn't said anything.

"Did you hear that?" I ask, both of them shake their heads, I
frown. Fucking hell I'm hearing voices now, "I don't know what to think!" I
look outside the window again and study the river. Cale's phone bleeps and
he checks it and grins.

"Carol" he states, "she wants to know when your going to get to Newcastle"

"We best head off soon then before she has an aneurysm" I state glad of the
distraction. All this weird shit could get a man down, I'm glad I have
friends who can take me out of it.

"I'm looking forward to meeting this Carol" Ian states. Cale looks at him
quizzically, as if he cant believe the statement.

"She's a card" is all he says before returning his attention to his pint. I
laugh, she is particular type of woman. A formidable mind with a diminutive
stature. She definitely suffers the Napoleon complex. We finish our pints
and I start to feel better. There's nothing like more alcohol to get rid of
the final bites of a hangover. The train station isn't far away. Nothing in
York is truly far away, much like Newcastle. It could be considered a
luxury in some eyes, the closeness of amenities. A further expense later
we're all sat on the train for the hour train ride to Newcastle.

I sit in silence as Cale and Ian discuss films and music. I say they
discuss Ian is talking about them and Cale occasionally agrees or
disagrees. My friend is not a man of many words. I spend the hour staring
out of the window trying to make sense of my world that is slowly turning
upside down. I send an email to Carol to inform her of our impending
arrival and she seems happy. I don't think its physically possible to write
yay any more times in her response without her developing RSI. I begin to
start feeling tired, assuming its just another side affect of last nights
binge I rest my head upon the glass and close my eyes.

The animals are all collected about a wide plinth. Upon the plinth rests
the black eye. They all watch it waiting. The eye is aware but its
angry. It stares at the stars blindly. Occasionally it points at somewhere,
but not one of the animals takes notice. They're all arguing amongst each
other. Then something shakes them and their world. Suddenly the plinth
becomes their epicentre and upon it the black eye stares into an abyss only
it can see. Then the sky goes black and cries golden tears. All light fades
from the world. The animals are forced to wipe their eyes free of the thick
gold rain and they see rising out of the darkness of the storm a roaring
lion. It's huge strong jaws grasp the eye and shakes it out of its
lament. The Lion drags the Eye off the plinth and into the darkness. Its
great white pupil rotating wildly as blood oozes from the beasts teeth
wounds. The eye begins to absorb the darkness around it, revealing a path.

I'm shook awake as the train comes to a halt. We've just arrived at
Newcastle. I barely have time to process that strange... dream or vision?
When Ian is virtually dragging me off the train. I stand in the Central
Station once more. This was only the second time back to Newcastle after I
had my small mental breakdown, my feelings towards the place had changed
little. I blamed Newcastle itself just as much as the work, for making me
as bad as I was. The city though boasting a lively and extensive range of
pursuits rarely delivers. It has a number of art galleries which in my
opinion rarely display anything of note. There is an independent cinema
which sadly because of competition from the large corporate cinema's is
forced to show films that are more mainstream. It has a vibrant retail
environment which is a carbon copy of any high street in any city or large
town. It's only saving grace is its night life but even that is not as
unique or particular as it once was. Each pub, bar or club was now a carbon
copy of the one next door and there is very little in terms of
variety. Other than my friends Newcastle holds nothing for me. It's a
wholly refreshing realisation.

I grasp Ian's hand. There is one thing that has to be said about the city,
all be it once built on the graft and commitment of "real" men as they
would say it the locals mentality towards gay people is next to
remarkable. As long as you were British, being gay was nothing to be
ashamed, however if you were a "black puff" as they would put it, you were
fucked. Some people really need to grow the fuck up I remind myself.

We pass through the automated barrier without a hitch and as we emerge into
the city proper a giant gleaming bright yellow smartie pulls up in front of
us. This eye sore is in fact Carol in her death trap of a car, Tino. She
waves at me and the other two as we approach and pops the passenger door
open and flicks the seat back from the drivers seat. Tino is tiny car in
comparison to others, it was some ridiculous number of years old and was
held together with anything. Sticky tape, cable ties, you name it its keep
the car together. I hope into the back and Ian joins me, Cale plops into
the front. I introduce Carol and Ian as the car lurches forward.

"Oh no you don't Tino" Carol declares with a thick Sheffield accent. She
smacks the dashboard which does seem to do something other than make the
car creak. I get a profound sense we could die in this car, and you don't
need to be a precog to have that. We jump forward once more, the engine
catches and we zoom off at remarkable speed. "Sorry guys, Tino's being a
bit of bastard lately. Ian lovely to meet you by the way"

"And you"

"So what brings you all this far north?"

"You!" I reply indignantly, "You'd hunt me down and have my nuts if I
didn't at least say hello" Carol nods grinning.

"Good to see you understand!" She takes a corner sharply. Despite all her
statements of how good her driving is, I do wonder how she has managed to
keep her driving license, "Right plan is, home, drinks, barbecue. When do
you need to get back?"

"Tomorrow, Ian's got work" I say as he nods.

"Ah nursing yes, well that's fine I'll drop you off at the train station
tomorrow!" She swerves just missing a cyclist, she quickly winds down the
window and screams, "IDIOT!" she sticks her head back in just in time to
avoid an oncoming bus. I'm now clutching the framework of the car like my
life depended on it. It probably did. A small handful of close encounters
with our makers later we arrive at Carol's house. I'm proud to say I only
sweated a little. Ian however looks like he has seen a ghost and Cale seems
perfectly calm.

Inside Carol's home she immediately chucks a pack of allergy tablets at
me. I take one quickly. For some reason out of all the creatures on gods
earth I seem to only be allergic to Izzy, Carols cat. No other feline has
the affect she has on me, basically stinging eyes, tight chest etc. the
sensation of wanting to rip my skin off. Sadly Carol is one of them cat
ladies, you know the type that treat their pets like babies. Izzy is the
only cat I know to have a pet plan that includes a 24/7 ambulance service.

I once mused with Carols old flat mate what would we do if the end of the
world came and we had choose between the cat or Carol. We both chose the
cat, as we probably couldn't cope with Carol minus Izzy.

Without question Carol handed out cans of cider to Cale and Ian and then
offered me a glass of wine.

"Pinot Girgio ok?" She asks

"Of course" When I lived in Newcastle there were many occasions where Carol
and I would conduct quality assessment evenings. A wine binge basically,
the one or two intended glasses would rapidly turn into gallons and before
we knew it we wouldn't be able to stand. The hangovers we would suffer
after such evenings were legendary and became known as Pinot Head. Carol
urged us all to sit as she accosted the cat with affection.

"Have you said hello Izzy? It's your friends Alex and Cale" She of course
knows the term friend is a loose one between Izzy and I, not only am I
allergic to her there was an incident. A couple of years ago Carol went on
holiday to Spain. Not wanting to put Izzy in a cattery I offered my
services as a cat sitter and on the eve of her departure Carol brought Izzy
over to my flat. At this time I didn't know I was allergic to her.

However at the time I had a beloved pet goldfish I had had for years. Half
way through Carol's journey Izzy somehow managed to get into my locked
bedroom mountaineer up the shelving unit prize the lid of the tank off and
catch my blessed fish. I caught her mid chew and went slightly crazy. She
immediately dropped the fish and darted off to hide from my rage. As I was
about to flush the presumably deceased fish I noticed his gills were still
moving. I darted back to the bedroom and popped him back into the tank. He
lived for another two years minus half a fin. However I had never truly
forgiven Izzy for it despite being well aware it was just her natural
instinct. But the cats fucking scared of butterflies so in my mind she's
clearly just as mental as her owner. "SO, barbecue I think" Carol declares
as she heads outside to get it started. Carol for some reason has an
obsession with barbecuing. I've never quite figured it out but then it was
just one of the many strange and wonderful things that creates the rich
tapestry that is Carol. We drink and catch up. It had been a year since I
had last seen her. She tells me with great joy that she had finally been
accepted into university to study nursing. Instantly Ian and Carol begin
geeking out over the course. I rapidly grow bored and start examining the
new photographs and artwork Carol has acquired. I smile when I see she
still has one of my old drawings I gave her one birthday when I couldn't
afford a proper present. It has pride of place in the centre of her "art
wall" as she calls it. Cale has turned on the TV is quickly engrossed by
some documentary on how to build a Nuclear Submarine Carol had Sky plussed.

Half an hour flows by and Carol asks me to help her with the cooking. I
retrieve the veritable feast she had prepared for us from the fridge. There
is everything you can possibly imagine, sausages that would make an
elephant jealous, steaks marinating in Hendersons Relish, Balsamic Vinegar,
basil leaves and fennel seeds. Haloumi cheese and red onion skewers and all
sorts of strange meats she's found who knows which butchers.

"Oh my god what is that!" Ian declares when a rather profound sausage was
presented to him.

"You probably don't want to know" I state with a shy smile, "But I'll make
up for it later"

"You think you can" Cale announces as he tucks into the sausage he's been
given I find I can't say anything other than give him a disappointed
look. Cale has a talent to reduce any topic to the most debased.

"Boys, boys. The meat I get makes everyone jealous so put the handbags
away" Carol declares from the garden. She brandishes a sausage that makes
us all blush. "You boys!"

I produce more cans of cider and hand them out. I then pour myself another
glass of wine, "So Carol is there any news to report?" I ask joining her
outside for a cigarette. Ian and Cale are happily watching TV now.

"Well Booker Bitch has broken up with Brian, so all the girls are after him
now, and I might be able to get some time off so everyone wins. Except for
Booker Bitch of course, but the pouty slag deserves it"

"So you two still aren't getting on?" Carol just looks at me as she flips a
sizzling burger.

"Other than that there's nothing to report other than what I sent in my
monthly newsletter" since I went off on the sick at work and finally
leaving employment Carol regularly sends me a brief email detailing the
events and gossip of the pub and my friends. Carol giggles a little,
"Except that we're still waiting on our auditor so everyone at work is
going a little crazy in preperation for that! Right who wants a burger she
asks picking up a bun and plonking a cooked burger onto it. Cale appears as
if by magic at the door with an outstretched hand. Carol hands him the
bugger he thanks her and returns to his TV watching.

She hands me one and I take it to Ian. "I'm a vegetarian now Carol" I say
returning to the barbecue.

"Your not, fuck..." She looks at the mountain of meat currently cooking
away, "I didn't think, I mean I don't have anything other than the skewers
I'll have to pop out..." She looks panicky and begins patting herself down
for her car keys, "Can you watch the food I won't be long" She mutters.

"I'm joking Carol! I'm not really a vegetarian!"

"Oh you little shit. Right then, no burgers for you!" she declares
grinning. We continue to chat, eat and drink late into the night. Both Ian
and Cale join us eventually and we break out a pack of cards and bet with
coppers. I win a few rounds, Cale wins one and as usual Carol looses every
time. I'm quite surprised at Ian who after an hour of playing he starts
winning virtually every round. That's my boy, the little card shark. We
laugh and joke until about midnight when Carol declares yawning she needs
to go to bed, and she leaves the three of us outside. I'm sat close to Ian
and we're holding each others hands.

"Time for bed to I think" I declare mocking a yawn and Ian agrees. Cale
looks a bit dejected but I cant think of what to do, "Actually where are
you going sleep?" I ask him.

Cale shrugs, Carol only has one guest room. "Sofa I guess" He says.

"OK right well we best find you a duvet or blanket or something" I lead the
way back in the house, being that I know the place like the back of my
hand. We creep upstairs and into the little guest room. It's a box room,
one wall lined with cupboards. I assume that in there there must be a duvet
or something. I swing the cupboard open and low and behold a spare duvet is
packed tightly into a plastic bag. I chuck it to Cale who scurries off
downstairs leaving Ian and I alone. He shuts the door.

"Finally" I say with a grin, "now I have you all to myself!" I lunge at him
knocking him down on the bed. We both suppress giggles as we kick off our
shoes. I begin tugging at his T-Shirt eventually he gets the idea and peals
it off. I stop my kissing assault for a second to look at him lying upon
the bed half naked and smiling. I look into his sparkling eyes and I
realise I'm totally besotted.

"What?" He asks gently. Stroking my face with his big strong hand.

"Nothing" I smile back and lean back in for another kiss. That night we
have gentle quiet sex and we fall into a deep content sleep.

The next morning we awake to screaming. I instantly leap out of bed and
pull my little boxers and dart into Carol's room. Panting with shock I find
her stood bellowing at Izzy and pointing angrily at what I first think is a
small log on the floor.

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS THAT?" She asks the cat who is currently cleaning
her face. Carol turns to me still pointing at the log. "Have you seen the
size of this crap!"

"Has that come out of Izzy?" I ask disbelieving that something that small
could produce something so big.

"Yes the dirty little bitch didn't even get to the litter box! I'm sure she
does this on purpose.

"She looks concerned" I jest nodding towards the cat now thoroughly
grooming herself. Ian appears behind me wrapped in the duvet all sleepy
eyed.

"Everything all right?" He asks as he tries to wipe his face without
dropping the duvet.

"Yep. Just a crap crisis" I get a growl from Carol as she walks into her
en-suite to get some tissue to clean the poo up. I return to the guest room
and pull my trousers on and head downstairs to put the kettle on. Cale is
completely comatose on the sofa. Ian joins me and helps make three cups of
tea. "I need a shower" I whisper.

"Same, we'll have these then we'll have to get sorted, I want to get back
before its to late I need to get ready for work tomorrow"

"Sure" I respond as we return upstairs carrying a tea for Carol. The guest
room has its own en-suite with a shower and I turn it on to heat up. Before
long the little room is filled with hot steam and I pull my trousers and
underwear off and climb in. I love the feeling of the hot water pouring
over my body. Moments later Ian joins me. We've never shared a shower
before and its amazingly intimate. He begins to slowly lather up my back
and bum. Spending his time rubbing my little firm globes. He lifts my arms
and begins to rub the shower gel down my sides and in my armpits. I shudder
at his gentle caress.

I turn and kiss him, the hot water falling across our naked bodies as we
press together. I can feel him grow hard against my leg and breaking the
kiss I slip down onto my knees and take his hardening member in my mouth,
gently sucking on his head as the water rushes across my face pressing my
hair against my eyes. Ian wipes the hair away from my face and holds my
head as I bob up and down on his cock. My other hand slipping up the inside
of his leg, a questing finger probing against his tight arse hole. To date
I've never fucked Ian. It's never been discussed and I enjoy him inside me
so much I've never had the inclination. However in this instance I find my
self curious to see what his reaction would be. My forefinger probes
questionably but he doesn't fight it and it quickly slips inside I feel his
muscles clenching against the intruder. I wait till he relaxes a little
more before probe deeper. I feel him clench and tighten as my finger delves
deeper hunting for his prostate. I know I've found it when I hear him groan
and a shudder ripples through his body as I continue to suck on his
length. I taste his precum as my finger continues to tease his prostrate.

"Oh god yeah" He murmurs. Emboldened I insert a second finger and he begins
to thrust into my mouth with wanton lust. My other hand slides up his
slippery torso and I feel the muscle lines of his abs. I love the feel of
his body, its smooth and warm and when wet it was amazing. I continue to
finger fuck him as he thrusts his cock into my mouth. I keep sucking on it
as I look up into his beautiful eyes, he smiles between pants. I tweak one
of his nipples and he grunts thrusting deeper into me nearly choking me.

"Stand up" He mutters and reluctantly I do as I'm instructed. He presses me
against the cold tile walls and pulls my hips out a little to expose my ass
and with wet fingers he penetrates me. With a couple of thrusts he has me
begging for him to fuck me again. My own cock now rock hard and oozing
precum. He lines his cock up with me and plunges in. Then he reaches round
gripping my throbbing member and starts pumping into me my face pressed
against wall tiles, their coolness a sharp contrast to the hot water. As
Ian fucked me he gnawed at my neck and wanked me off at the same time. I
suddenly notice how ambidextrous he is.

His other hand starts to rub my chest and tweaking my nipple I groan. I'm
now producing copious amounts of precum as his dick pounds into me. God I
love this. I cant stop thinking about the coming orgasm and I want it so
badly but also want this fucking to continue. I start pushing against him
as his dick head starts pressing against my prostate. He pulls my hips
closer to him, giving me more room, but he gently pushes me down, bending
at the waist. He continues to pound into me with great force. He spanks my
ass as he rides me like a maniac.

"Fuck me Ian, fuck me hard" I groan and he responds with more
pounding. Suddenly without warning I orgasm, it starts in my knees running
up my thighs into my groan nearly forcing me to fall over but Ian's grip on
me is steadfast. I feel my arse clench around his dick and I feel it throb
ready to deliver its load. With a couple more thrusts I feel the hot jets
of semen filling my anus. He continues to fuck the cum into me. After a
while our orgasms abate and I return to my standing position. I turn and
kiss Ian deeply holding each other close. I break the kiss and look at him
the same way I looked at him the night before.

"I..." I mutter, I know what I want to say but I'm surprised by myself, "I
love you" Ian smiles and hugs me once more the hot water still cascading
off us.

"I love you to" He whispers and kisses me again. There comes a knock on the
door.

"Guy's how long you going to be" I hear Cale calling through the en-suite
door.

"Not long" I reply. I fight off a giggle. Ian smirks and he hops out the
shower and wraps a towel around his waist. I turn off the shower and grab
another towel and begin to dry myself off. Ian opens the door to the
en-suite and is greeted by the grinning image of Cale.

"Hi" He says cheekily. "Have fun?"

"Plenty thanks" Ian says patting Cale on the shoulder, and pushes past him
to get dressed. I realise Cale is staring at me in my tower.

"What?" I ask.

"Nothin' just wondering when your going to get out so I can have a crap"

"Oh great! Thanks for sharing! I mutter as I walk out of the small
en-suite. I wonder why Cale has come to the guest room to use the toilet
when I hear the unmistakable sounds of Carol singing presumably in her
shower. That's why.

Cale is obviously doing more than just going to the toilet as he's quite
sometime. So long in fact that both Ian and I are in the kitchen having a
third cup of tea when he comes back shortly followed by Carol.

"I suppose your wanting to get off pretty sharpish" She says as she checks
for the mail. I can drop you off at the train station in about thirty
minutes after I've fed the cat and cleaned up a bit.

"That would be great. Thank you" Ian says between sips.

"Alex, I like this one he's polite" Carol announces as she opens her mail
and frowns at the bills.

"This one?" Ian asks mocking hurt.

"Oh I've met many a potential Mr Moon, but non have been as polite as
you. You can stay. Speaking of which is there anyway I can convince you
stay longer Alex. I'm sure there's plenty of people wanting to catch up"
Carol retorts.

"I'm afraid not, there's far to much to do back home" I respond.

"Shame, well you'll just have to visit more often! Otherwise I'll come and
get you" She declares, "Now out the way I have to get this cat fed" She
gently pushes past me access a kitchen cupboard. It's a large cupboard
probably one of the largest in the place and its filled to the brim with
cat food. "So boys am I going to have to clean the bathroom and change the
sheets?" She asks nonchalantly as she picks a pouch of cat food seemingly
at random.

"Nope we left it exactly how we found it" I state proudly

"I didn't" Cale offers, chuckling to himself. I groan inwardly.

After serving Izzy a bowl full of the seemingly delightful Tuna and Chicken
in real jelly Carol stands back to watch, whilst also making it seem like
she isn't watching, "If you make it obvious your watching her eat she'll
stop, so you have to be discreet" She whispers as if the cat understands. I
roll my eyes in a joking manner before sipping my tea. Seeing Carol has
been great, its distracted me from the madness that seems to have abducted
my life. Sure enough some moments later we're all piling into the death
trap Tino. Ian and Cale in the back and I in the front. Carol starts asking
Ian some questions as she weaves through traffic. They chat a while as we
come off the dual carriageway and Carol begins to navigate Newcastle's
ridiculous road system.

"So alsong as your not adverse to digital penetration, and having working
some more stubborn stools out with your fingers your going to be fine" Ian
states quite nonchalantly.

"Really!" I begin, "is poo the topic of another conversation. Oh fuck" my
head is splitting. A throbbing pain sears through my brain, "Oh my god it
hurts" Carol takes her eyes off the road for a split second.

"Alex?"

"Alex is it happening again?" Ian asks reaching round the passenger seat
and placing a hand on my shoulder.

"Yes" I whimper, "Oh fuck..."

"Ian whats going on"

"He's seeing again" Ian informed, "Alex what do you see"

"What?" Carol has had to look back at the road, we're coming close to
Central Station.

"STOP!" I cry. What I've just learned is horrifying.

"I can't stop!" Carol declares confused and concerned, "I'm in traffic!
Alex what's going on!" It dawns on Cale, Ian and myself that somehow
despite everything we've managed not to tell Carol of my new talent. The
flow of traffic is steady contrary to the usual madness of driving through
the city.

"We're next"

"What?" Ian asks his hand clutching mine now the worst part of the pain is
over.

"We're next. Newcastle is next. Newcastle is going to be bombed!" I say as
the images line up, "Along with loads of other places, I don't recognise
most but Newcastle Airport and I think Manchester's are going to be bombed,
and the train stations. Central Station and... Piccadilly in
Manchester. They're going to be bombed!" I'm fixed to my seat with panic
staring blankly. A little bead of sweat is working its way down my brow. In
my chest my heart is pounding like a drum. More images of destruction and
explosions flash before my eyes.

"Someone please tell me what the fuck is going on!" Carol declares punching
the wheel.

"Alex is a precog now, he can see the future" Cale states quite flippantly.

"WHAT?" Carol declares.

"Alex, when is this going to happen?" Ian asks me calmly, ignoring the
others. He is checking my pulse. His fingers pressing into my neck feel as
if he's pressing on me through a mattress, "he's in shock. His pulse is
crazy" he says to the other two, he then gently shakes me. Carol is
following the through road round and we're facing the train station. "Alex,
when is this going to happen?"

The tension in the car was intense. You could cut it with a knife. Carol
keeps taking quick glimpses at me disbelief, shock, fear riddling her
expression. Cale seems almost not interested however there is a hint of
fear hidden in his eyes. I am tense, trying to comprehend the things I'm
seeing, these images that exist within what I am actually seeing. It's the
strangest experience in the world.

"Alex... please when is this going to happen?" Ian asks me again... I pause
as I try to figure it out.

"Oh fuck"

"Alex?"

"Now! Its going to happen..."

The explosion was enormous. It erupted from beneath the road. The ground
shook violently. Tiles and bricks fell from the surrounding buildings.
From the massive doors of Central station huge blooms of fire tore through
the air sending cars, people and debris hurtling in all directions. Another
explosion, larger than the last buckled the tarmac of the road, and huge
pillars of smoke and fire ripped through the arching glass roofs of the
station. Screams filled the air. We were still approaching the train
station. Carol screaming, transfixed with terror, her foot pressed hard
upon the accelerator. She admitted to me afterwards she wanted to stop but
couldn't. The roadway was a maze of dead bodies, wrecked cars and
rubble. The force of both explosions was immense. Ian was screaming also,
Cale crying whilst murmuring a prayer to a god he didn't believe in. I was
fixed like a statue, witnessing the devastation before me, but then I had
already seen it once.

Carol is swerving like a lunatic desperately avoiding pedestrians running
to safety and other cars trying to get away before anything else
happens. As we hurtle passed the train station I take a moment to look at
the charred corpses and the odd person still alive but afire. There's
another explosion inside as one of the trains blow up, then another
explosion. From deep down below us. The tremor sends Carol's car spinning
out of control and we spiral across the road. Another vehicle clips the
front of Tino sending us ploughing into a bollard. We've stopped. I look
around a small trickle of blood creeps across Carol's forehead from where
she hit the steering wheel. Ian and Cale seem OK. I look at myself.
Amazingly I'm unhurt. I unbuckle my seatbelt, and have to force the door
open. Cautiously I clamber out and turn to face what's left of Newcastle's
Central Station. There's not a great deal.