Date: Mon, 27 Oct 2008 02:19:49 +0000
From: thothboi@hotmail.com
Subject: Weaver X: Chapter Two

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copyrighted to Marvel, their characters are borrowed, for the purposes of
the story.

This is a work of Gay fiction, containing adult situations between
consenting males.  If you are under the legal age in your country, DO NOT
CONTINUE, otherwise, I hope you enjoy.


Weaver X

Chapter Two

If there was one thing that Alex learnt on the streets,
it was that if you only have one thing to make money
with, then you'd better use it, whether you liked it or
not.  It was either that or starve, so Alex had used it.

"You better watch yourself honey, your regulars are going
to start looking around soon."  Jack's voice intruded on
Alex's thoughts, it was this streetwise and roughly
compassionate man who'd given Alex his first lessons on
how to survive.  'Sell it cheap, stay clean and never
tell your john anything they don't want to hear, they
mostly just want a quickie and then they're off, but, if
they start calling you son, then you call out 'daddy'
fast.'

"I've only been here a year Jack."  Alex protested,
shivering slightly in the chill autumn air and hitching
his coat tighter around him.

"That's too long."  Jack's husky voice was coated in
sympathy.  "You should leave town for a bit, make 'em
miss you, then come back or you'll be out of money real
quick."

Alex shook his head.  "And go where?"

"Head over to the States or something, you never spend
anything, so you should have enough to get there."  Jack
paused as a car passed them slowly, posing slightly for
the driver and swearing as it passed them by.

Alex grimaced at the car.  "I don't have nearly enough
for that, cross-country, maybe, but international?"  He
finished sceptically, Jack ought to know better.

"You didn't take your john up on his sugar daddy offer
then?"  Jack frowned, referring to an offer Alex had been
made a few weeks back.

"I don't like being controlled, that one would have me
rolled up, tied down and worse if I took him up on the
offer."  Alex said bitterly.  "No freedom kills."

Jack sighed theatrically.  "I suppose I could do you a
favour."  He grinned.  "I've got an old trick who owes me
a favour or two."

Alex raised an eyebrow in surprise, Jack rarely did
anyone favours.  "What sort of favours?"

Jack smiled toothily.  "The sort of favours that can get
a man in a lot of trouble if the right words were
whispered into the wrong ears.  Leave it to me, and we'll
get your ass out of here."

Alex looked at him sceptically for a long moment, then
posed slouchingly for the next car.

***

Alex hugged Jack one last time.  "I still don't know why
you're doing this for me."  Kicking his old back pack, he
glanced over at the waiting cargo ship.

"Call me sentimental."  Jack frowned.  "You deserve
better than this life kiddo, so do me a favour and don't
let me see your ass around here again, go make something
of yourself."

Jack's old trick, Saul Hemsworth, turned out to be the
first mate on a cargo ship with more than a few customs
violations to his name, Jack had helped him out by hiding
some of his more risky ventures, just what exactly, Jack
hadn't said.  Alex grabbed his bag and slung it over one
shoulder.  "Thanks."

"Just get out of here."  Alex heard Jack's voice cry as
he climbed the gangplank.

Quickly, Alex was met by Saul.  "You two should learn the
meaning of keeping a low profile."  He said in a low,
intense voice.  "You're not exactly a legal immigrant."

Alex nodded apologetically and followed Saul into the
depths of the hold.  "Where am I staying?"

Saul grunted unintelligibly and led him into the cargo
hold, tightly packed with shipping containers and onto
the far end.  "In here."  He gestured to a container.

Alex hauled open the unsealed door and found a canvas
cot, lit by an old fashioned gas lantern set on the
floor.  "Thanks."  He walked into the container and set
his bag on the cot.

"Keep the lamp off during the day.  "I'll come and give
you food after dark, otherwise, you just keep quiet or
I'll pitch you over the side myself."  Saul didn't even
wait for his nod of acceptance before slipping off into
the deep gloom of the hold.

Alex waited a moment, and drew the door closed.  It
appeared that he was to be kept a secret, even from the
rest of the crew for the six weeks it would take to get
to America.  Sighing Alex sat on the canvas cot and
flicked the gas lantern off, darkness descended like a
curtain suddenly falling, unpierced by even the slightest
flicker of light.

***

In the year and a half that Alex had left his life and
home, his mutant ability had developed in leaps and
bounds, becoming more and more difficult to ignore or
control, until, finally he'd been chased out of the
squatter's house he was staying in when his control
slipped and caused the walls to catch fire, less than a
month after running away.  It was this that had driven
Alex underground, into the network of tunnels, rooms and
electrical junctions that formed the sewers.  It had also
driven him to learn something about his ability and how
to control it.  Never unintelligent, it had nevertheless
taken Alex months of trial and experimentation to learn
how to gain rudimentary control of his ability.  Through
trial and error, he learnt that his power could affect
the ancient elements, Earth, Air, Fire, Water and more.
He'd learnt that he could somehow weave the four together
in different ways, creating different, sometimes totally
surprising, effects.  Fire woven with a touch of Earth
created a pocket of warmth against the cold, Air and
Water, woven together with Fire created a sort of
invisibility, Air and Fire, a way to sort of soundproof
anything he wanted, and how to create a light in
darkness.



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