Date: Wed, 11 Aug 2010 13:01:31 -0400
From: Tom Gemcity <stlkhom@gmail.com>
Subject: Its The End of The World Chapter 2

It's The End Of The World Chapter 2
Disclaimer: This Story is completely fictional and contains sexual
encounters between teens. Any similarities to real people places or things
are purely coincidental.  This is my first story so feedback is welcomed,
my email is stlkhom@gmail.com

CRASH!!! Yup that's the first thing I heard when I woke up.  Real effective
eye opener, because I tried to stand up but failed miserably.  Instead I
fell backwards off my chair and cracked my head on a cold hard linoleum
floor.  For a few seconds I lay there in a cloudy haze, but a second crash
and a scream sent me shooting to my feet.  I reached for my pistol and felt
a chill as the skin on my fingers brushed against the cold metal of the
gun.  Drawing it I cautiously proceeded into the room where I had left
Brad.  Instead of a boy, a broken window, rumpled sheets, a broken vase,
and drops of blood greeted me on the carpet.  "BRAAAAD?" Screaming was
never a good idea when people with guns were right outside.  The first shot
nearly took off my left ear, which to say the least was unpleasant.
Dropping to the ground I fired three shots from my pistol.  I guess I got
Lucky, because I heard a loud screech and the sound of a gun hitting
concrete.  I dared to peak out the window and saw a brown haired person
crawling towards a gun.  "DON'T F*%$@&# THINK ABOUT IT!"  I guess my scream
scared the crap out of that person because they rolled over and turned
deathly pale.  Climbing through the broken window I made sure to stay out
of kicking range.  I grabbed the gun and planted my work boot clad foot on
this kids abdomen.  This kid who was a boy was about 5' 5" with medium
brown hair, and the lightest blue eyes I had ever seen. He was in a
tattered Nike shirt with dirt cover blue jean pants.  His face was clear
and although he was covered in dirt, you could tell he had a nice tan.  It
seems that one of my shots had hit him in the left forearm and that it had
missed the bone.  I decide to do more talking and less looking, "Ok here is
how it's going to work.  If you move I shoot, if you reach for anything I
shoot, and if you try to call for help I definitely shoot. Got it?"  He
nodded his head up and down so I continued.  "Now I want to know who you
are and where the boy in that room went.  Oh and don't forget the rules."
His voice was higher than I expected and he almost sounded like a 9 year
old.  "I'm was wondering the same thing, until I looked in the window and
saw him staring back at me.  So I smashed in the window and the vase broke.
He screamed and dove out the window and ran off and that's when I heard you
yell.  I thought you were gonna hurt me or something so I randomly shot at
where your voice was.  I guess you shot back because my arm started to burn
and I fell and that's when you came out."  He almost sobbed out the
explanation.  Then he did start sobbing and I could tell that he thought I
was going to kill him.  It was then when I heard the sound of boots on
concrete, so I dragged my crying captive behind another corner.  "Shut up
got it, or I will shoot you!" I whispered.  He nodded his head and I peeked
around the corner.  To say I was relieved when Tim, Karl, and Drew came
charging around the corner was an understatement.  I gave them a heads up
that I was around the next corner.  " Guys take it easy it's me and I've
got some company."  I heard Drew yell, "Elli where are you and what in the
hell do you mean?"  I almost giggled at his "tough guy" response.  "I'm
right here," I responded waving my arm so they could see me, "and I mean
that you should get your lazy asses over here and take a look."  That's
when Karl put in his two cents, "our lazy asses got out of bed for you
asshole."  I chuckled at his colorful answer."  "Fine but if you shoot me I
will come back and haunt you all."  All three replied in unison "Fat
Chance!"  Laughing I stood up and dragged my "prisoner" around the corner.
He was screaming and sobbing the whole time, " NOOO, NO, NO, NO, DON'T
SHOOT ME, LET ME GOOO, PLEASE!!!"  I let go of him and walked over to my
friends.  "What you decided that you would wait till you heard gunshots to
come look for me?" I inquired jokingly.  "Hey at least you left your spot
nice and warm," Tom quipped.  I grinned at him and called him a cheeky
fucker.  We all laughed and then turned our attention to our "guest."  Karl
asked me where I had found him.  "Actually," I explained, "the bastard
found me and nearly took my ear off with a Glock.  I had two but, the first
one got away, and it seems like this one was looking for the other one."
Drew asked me if I knew either one.  "No" I lied, "didn't know who the
other one was or who this one is.  Hey how 'bout we ask him?"  They nodded
and all four of us strolled over.  I crouched down next to him and began
working on his arm.  Surprisingly he let m while Drew asked him some
questions.  "Who are you?" was the first and the boy took a second to wipe
his eyes with his good hand before answering.  " I'm T... Terry, Terry
Wehren.  I was looking for Brad Koster."  Terry gave us more info than we
asked about but the more the merrier.  Drew must have been lost in thought
because he asked no more questions although Terry Wehren sounded familiar.
I had finished on his arm and we decided to take him back to our "home" or
whatever you wanted to call it.  He seemed to relax only when he was around
me, kind of like he knew me.  It was Ben's turn to watch him, so I lay down
to get some shuteye when it hit me like a freight train.  Tyler Wehren, the
kid who I played baseball with for two years, the kid had moved to
Stockholm, the one whose brother was nearly beaten to death for being gay.
And I have to admit, if I weren't completely smitten for Brad, I would
"chase" Terry.  Hehe, I was deep in thought and when Ben nudged me for my
turn I jumped.  Wearily I stood up, cracked my neck and walked over to
where Terry was sleeping.  I looked him over, admiring him if you will.  He
was slim but muscular as far as I could tell.  The look on his face
reminded me of a small child trying to figure out a picture puzzle.  I
decided to see if he was up.  "Hey Terry, Terry are you up?  Ohh Terry?"
Then I decided to try something else.  "Hey Terry, Coach said your sitting
the bench, he's gonna put Weiss in instead."  I have never seen someone
jump as high as he did.  He looked at me oddly then, he asked obviously
startled "How did you know that I played baseball?"  "Come on" I asked in a
hurt voice," You don't even remember the person who carried you off the
field when you broke your ankle?"  I would pay anything to see the look on
his face again.  Just like the MasterCard commercials, it WAS priceless.
Then he finally spoke although the disbelief in his voice was evident.
"You're...you're Elli Rouges, our catcher, the p...person who did carry me
off the field."  He was dumbstruck and I was floored that he remembered.
"Well it's good to see the your better at remembering things than you are
at shooting." I told him not bothering hiding the excitement in my voice.
Almost at once he broke into a huge grin, and that grin stayed on face for
the rest of the night as we talked about ourselves, our former lives, and
our current lives.  He explained how his older brother had been nearly
beaten to death behind a Wal-Mart for being gay.  I asked him what he
thought about gay people and the grin disappeared and then reappeared so
quickly that I almost doubted it had went away.  He tried to change the
subject and I let him, but the whole time my brain was racking itself
(could he really be gay) and questions like that.  It wasn't until the
morning when Drew woke up that we stopped talking.  He walked over and at
once Terry fell silent and I could see the fear mount in his eyes.  I
turned back to Drew and began to tell him whom Terry really was.  "Drew
this is Terry We..." He interrupted me.  "Wehren, yea I know.  The gay kid
From Stockholm."  I was astonished, not that Drew had known who he was but
that he called him the gay kid.  I looked at Terry who was clearly
terrified and then back at Drew.  He had this odd look in this eyes and in
the coldest voice I had ever heard spoke words that chilled me too the
bone.  He looked at Terry and said, "Die faggot."  That's when he raised
the 9mm Glock; Terry's pistol a fired one single shot.