Date: Tue, 27 Jul 1999 19:16:33 -0500
From: Angel Lenoir <angel_lenoir@angelfire.com>
Subject: Taylor's Angel 5

Taylor's Angel 5
(Yes it's finally happened!)

Okay guys, I've been promising people this for ages.  It's finally going to
happen.

That's right.  It's Chapter 5, and what a doozy it is.  I guarantee that I
will have a plot twist that'll knock you right out of your seat.  So hold
on and get ready.

BTW, the usual disclaimer.  If you're not of age then don't read (yeah
right).  If you don't agree with the lifestyle portrayed in this story then
leave now.  But then again, what were you doing here in the first place?

  As I looked up from the crotch of my lover, I got one of the biggest
surprises of my life.  It wasn't Tay that I was looking at.  It was Zac!
In a harsh whisper I demanded to know what he thought he was doing.
  "Getting a blow job from the looks of it," was the reply.
  "Zac, you know that I'm with your brother.  Why in the hell would you
pull something like this?"
  "Tay said that you wouldn't mind."
  "What?  Tay said that?  That little son of a bitch.  I'm going to kill
him."  I yelled as I jumped to my feet.  Within seconds I had found Tay.
As I marched up to him, I just stared at him for a second, and then without
a word of warning or no conscious thought on my part my fist was connecting
with his face.
 "How could you?  What do you think I am?  So sort of cheap thrill that you
can just pass on when you get through with?  What happened?  Was I not good
enough for you?  Or do you just like playing with guys minds?  Getting them
to think that you care about them just so that you can pull some stupid
shit like this?  Well Taylor, I don't know who you thought I was, but I can
tell you one thing I'm definitely not who you thought I was.  I'm outta
here."  With that I turned around and ran out of the house.  I was at the
end of the driveway when I heard Tay's voice hollering for me.
  "Angel, stop!  Don't go.  Angel, please.  Let me explain."
  As I hardened my ears to the pleas that I heard, I started to run even
harder.  Before I knew it, I had reached the park.  Finding a bench to sit
on, I flung myself down and just started to cry my eyes out.  As all the
pent up emotion finally started to come out, I just let myself go.
Suddenly I was beyond mad.  I was PISSED, and I knew just how to take care
of it.  As I stalked down the streets, I knew that I would find someone.
It didn't matter who it was, but someone was going to get hurt.  Finally as
I rounded the corner, I bumped into someone.
  "Well, well.  If it isn't the little Angel boy, a voice said
sarcastically.  A voice that I recognized all to well for it belonged to my
cousin Bryan.  " Where's your little friend at tonight?  Let's see what's
his name?  Oh yeah, Taylor wasn't it?"
  "What do you want Bryan?" I asked softly.
  "Well I still remember a time when you interfered in a fight of mine.  I
think that it's about time for pay backs."
  "Oh really?  You call that fight?  Let's see the way that I remember it,
it took three of you to beat down a puny weakling.  What's the matter
Bryan?  Wasn't big enough to take him out yourself?"
  "I'll show you that I'm more than capable.  Aren't we guys?"
  For the first time I noticed that Bryan wasn't alone, and that disturbed
me.  Usually I was more alert than that.  "What's happening to me?" I
thought to myself.  "Usually I've already counted all of them and know who
to watch out for."  Before I could think of anything else though, Bryan was
coming at me.  As he threw blow after blow my way, I dodged most of them.
Then I saw my opening.  As I sidestepped one of his blows, I ducked down
and punched him in the armpit.  With a cry of pain, he dropped to his
knees.
  "Gee Bryan.  I thought that you said you could take me.  What a shame.
Looks like I get to show you up again."
  I cocked my fist and just as I was about to hit him again, someone caught
my arm from behind.  I never had time to react before I was thrown through
the air to slam into a building.  As I struggled to see through the haze
that suddenly appeared in my vision, I saw the biggest guy that I had ever
seen slowly walk my way.  Struggling to get to my feet, I just barely made
it before the guy was right in front of me.  Without any warning at all, he
lashed out again and suddenly my head was connected with a fist that felt
like a freight train.  As I slumped down again, I heard an eerie sound.
The sound of laughter.  Looking up I saw this giant looking down at me
while him and all the rest of the guys just laughed.  With a lunge, I took
out his knees in a football tackle and quickly followed up my advantage.
Before I was able to do any damage though, I was pulled away.  As I was
held prone upon the ground, I could only watch in horror as Bryan picked up
a broken bottle.
  "So now who's the big shot, huh?  Whatcha going to do now?  How are you
going to get out of this one?" Justin taunted as he steadily advanced on
me.
  I could only watch in horror as the bottle descended toward my face.  As
I felt the glass cut into my skin, I knew with certainly that he wasn't
going to stop until I was dead.  As cut after cut was inflicted upon my
body, pain just seemed to roll up out of nowhere.  Finally I could take no
more and passed out.
  When I woke up the first thing that I noticed was that I couldn't see to
well.  There seemed to be a bandage over my eyes.  As I felt around my
face, I noticed that my whole face was bandaged.  "Oh my god," I thought.
"What happened?"  As I thought back, I was suddenly aware that I could only
remember bits and pieces.  As I tried to sit up, it felt that the whole
world was pushing back against me.  With a groan, I fell back against the
bed only to hear the voice of my mother.
  "Honey are you awake?  How do you feel?"
  "Like shit," I replied without thinking.
  "Watch your language," was all that my mom said.
  Now I was starting to get worried.  I had just cussed in front of my mom
and she hadn't done a thing to me.  What had happened?
  "Mom what happened?"
  "Someone attacked you.  They cut you up pretty good.  They probably would
have killed you if Taylor hadn't come upon you."
  "What?  Taylor?  What does he have to do with anything?"
  "Angel, he saved your life and it may cost him his."
  "What are you talking about?" I nearly screamed.
  "Oh Angel, I'm sorry.  When Taylor came upon the fight he jumped in to
try and help you.  They beat him with a bat.  He's been in a coma since the
two of you were brought here."
  Her words hit me like a ton of bricks.  As I sank down into the bed, I
turned me head so that my mom wouldn't see the tears flowing from my eyes.
"It's my fault," I thought.  "If only I had stayed there to talk to him.
If I hadn't run out looking for a fight then none of this would ever have
happened."
  "Angel, are you alright?" my mom asked softly.
  "Can I see him?"
  "Not until the doctor has okayed it.  Besides you have yourself to worry
about."
  "What do you mean?"
  "Well the doctor has sewed up most of the cuts, but you're going to have
to have some major re-constructive surgery.  They cut a lot of muscle as
well as skin, and if they don't do surgery on you then you'll be scarred
for life."
  "Let me see."
  "Angel I thought think that's a good idea."
  "Mom, I said let me see."
  "Okay, I'll get a nurse."
  Fifteen minutes after the nurse had I arrived I was ready to look into
the mirror.  As I braced myself, nothing could have prepared me for the
shock that ran through my body.  Where there had been a perfect,
unblemished face that had always stared back at me, now there was a
horrible monster.  All that I saw was red meat from where I had been cut.
With a cry of despair I threw the mirror against the wall causing it to
shatter.
  "I'm a monster.  A monster." I screamed.  "What'll Tay think about me
now?"
  With a sob, I buried my head into my pillow.  I finally cried myself to
sleep, only to be chased by nightmares.


And thus ends Chapter 5.  Let me know what you thought about it.  Once
again any suggestions, comments, or just plain flattery are welcome.