Date: Tue, 6 May 2014 21:21:54 -0700
From: R B <castoryteller@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Secret Identity Chapter 3

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My Secret Identity
Chapter 3

Four months after his return, Bobby Fixx was just another freshman at
Tacoma High School.  He'd even managed to win a coveted place on the junior
varsity baseball team where he played shortstop.  After that first hug from
his mother, the memories came flooding back.  He could tell you everything
about his childhood up until the moment he disappeared and everything that
happened since he opened his eyes in the woods but the in between was a
complete blank.  A psychiatrist even put him under hypnosis but it failed
to generate any results.

The doctors kept him in the hospital for a month and administered every
test they could but the results were always the same, normal.  Heart rate,
blood pressure, temperature, pulse, reflexes, everything was as it should
be.  His body bore no signs of physical or sexual abuse.  He wasn't
malnourished in fact he was quite fit and athletic.  At Miranda's urging,
the school district sent someone over to administer an aptitude test.  The
test was designed to showcase student's skills in language and mathematics
and determine what grade to put them in.  Bobby scored above average in
each category as though he'd never missed a day of school.

Wherever he'd been the last four years, someone had educated him, played
with him, kept him safe, warm and well fed.  Someone had loved him.  Since
he'd gone missing the police had operated under the suspicion Bobby had
been abducted by a pedophile but his health and apparent education negated
the likelihood of that possibility.  The kind of person who steals a child
from his family and uses him for their own sexual gratification isn't the
kind of person to make dinners, look over homework or take a boy out to
play catch.

Rumors began to circulate that Bobby had been abducted by aliens or had
been part of some secret military experiment.  That's when Patrick Fixx had
enough.  His son was physically and mentally healthy; he saw no need to
submit Bobby to further testing and demanded he be released from the
hospital.  The doctors were uncooperative at first, they felt the boy
needed to be studied and monitored but when Patrick threatened the hospital
with a lawsuit, they relented.

Bobby and Spencer picked up right where they left off.  Spencer came by the
hospital every day after school and stayed until visiting hours were over.
He brought Bobby up to date on all the latest movies, music and video games
and caught him up on all the gossip about their friends.  Bobby blushed
profusely when Spencer told him Kara Ritter had seen a picture of him in
the paper and remarked that he was still cute.

Spencer had grieved for Bobby like a lost brother.  They'd been the best of
friends and Spencer carried a lot of guilt with him.  He felt that if he'd
acted on the creepy feeling he had the day Bobby disappeared maybe it never
would have happened.  Bobby told him he was being silly, he said if Spencer
had said anything, he would have laughed it off and walked through the
woods anyway.

For his part, Bobby felt like he'd be forever in Spencer's debt.  He
credited his friend with saving his life and bringing him home.  Spencer
argued Bobby had actually found him and that he was already on the path
leading to his house, all he'd done was warn him about stepping on
pinecones.  Every time Spencer tried to diminish the part he played in
Bobby's return, Bobby would simply roll his eyes and say, "you just don't
understand," with a knowing smile.

Bobby was happy and healthy and that made Patrick and Miranda happy.  They
wondered where he'd been all these years, they wanted whoever had taken him
to be brought to justice but more than anything, they were happy he was
home.  They didn't press him with questions, they never forced the issue.
The Fixx's let Spencer plan a big welcome home party for Bobby.  All of his
old classmates where there and after a few hours, it was like he'd never
left.

Bobby adapted quickly to home life but it was hard on Miranda.  The day he
disappeared he'd been her little boy.  The day he came home he was a
strapping young man with a young man's appetites.  He wanted to be in
school, he wanted to be with his friends.  He loved his mom and dad but he
was at the age where baby birds start flapping their wings and take that
first flight out of the nest.  The first day he'd walked to school with
Spencer, Miranda made him promise not to take the path through the woods
and ended up following the boys from a discreet distance.  She lost sight
of them at one point and almost had a panic attack.  After that, she
insisted on driving the boys every morning.  After all, she worked at the
high school, they were all going to the same place, why shouldn't they ride
together? Bobby was an astute 14 year old and understood his mom would have
a much easier time of things if he let her baby him just a bit.

Everything was going well for Bobby.  He was home, he'd come back safe and
sound and it was time for him to get back to his life.  He sometimes
wondered about where he'd been, about who had taken him and why they'd done
it.  It was the night before a big game against Centralia.  He'd practiced
hard that afternoon and wanted to get a good night's sleep so he'd be
rested the next day but as often happens, his mind wouldn't cooperate.  He
fell asleep easily enough but it was a restless, dream filled sleep.

He found himself floating, his arms and legs felt weightless.  Warm water
caressed his skin but there was something unnatural, something artificial
about his breathing.  He moved a hand to his mouth and found a tube
blocking the path of oxygen.

"Ah, ah, don't touch that," said a soothing male voice.  He couldn't see
anyone.  It was like the voice communicated directly with his brain.

He opened his eyes to discover the watery world that ensconced him.  He
wore nothing but a black speedo, there were tubes running up his arms and
into his chest.  He started to panic and bang at the walls, struggling,
desperate to escape the glass enclosed prison.

"Robin Fixx, you must calm down now," said the soothing voice.

The voice was almost hypnotic.  It told him to calm down and his body
obeyed.  His hands returned to his sides.  His breathing evened out and his
heart rate returned to normal.

"Place your hand against the glass," the voice instructed.

Bobby did as he was bid and placed his hand, palm open against the glass
tube. A man came into view.  He was middle aged with red hair, kind eyes
and a warm smile.  He placed his hand against the glass opposite from
Bobby's.  It was like the glass melted away and the strangers touch was as
reassuring as a hug from his mother.

"Hello Robin Fixx.  I am Jared Crane.  I'll take care of you," said the
voice, though his lips didn't move.

"I want my mom," Bobby whined.

"I know you do but she can't be with you now."

"But why?" he started to cry.

"Fear not my brave one, you will see her again."

"Why aren't your lips moving?" asked Bobby, once he'd calmed down.

"It is my gift, the ability to communicate from mind to mind."

"Cool, like Professor X."

"Each of us is born with special gifts it's only a matter of unlocking your
mind."

"How?"

"I will teach you of course," Jared smiled at him. "Sleep now, there is
much to learn."

Jared's voice was like a soothing balm.  His words made Bobby feel safe and
at peace.  He closed his eyes and slept.  When next he opened them, he was
standing at the top of a mountain ledge, the valley floor thousands of feet
below.  He was older now, he'd grown a couple of inches and had started to
fill out more but he couldn't have been more than 12. Jared Crane stood at
his side.

"I can't do this, Jared," he complained.

"We've been over this, Robin Fixx, you can do this."

"I'm scared."

"Fear is a natural thing but you remember what the philosopher said?"

"I don't know," said Bobby.  He was trying to concentrate on the task at
hand, scared as he was.  He didn't have time for a philosophy lesson.

"He who would learn to fly one day must first learn to stand and walk; one
cannot fly into flying."

"So?"

"So, can you walk Robin Fixx?"

"Uh, duh," Bobby replied sarcastically.

"Then you are ready to fly."

"I don't think it works that way."

"You have been trained, your body knows what to do...oh look, a hawk,"
Jared pointed out at the sky.

"I don't see anything," said Bobby.

Jared waited until Bobby was looking into the sky before he pushed him off
the ledge.

"You asshole!" Bobby shouted as he plummeted towards the valley floor.

He was terrified.  The ground was racing up to meet him at 125 miles an
hour, terminal velocity.  Jared was right; they had trained him for this.
His body had been programmed for this.  He had no option left to him now
but to do it.  He closed his eyes and willed the fear away then
concentrated harder than he ever had before.  When his eyes snapped open he
was a bare 200 feet from the jagged rocks below. It didn't work I'm not
going to make it, he panicked.

At the last second, calm washed over his body and he pulled out of the
dive.  He soared across the valley floor and then high up into the clouds
before landing gingerly at Jared's side.

"Jerk!" Bobby exclaimed as he shoved his mentor.

"I told you that you could do it," Jared winked.  "You just needed a little
encouragement."

"You pushed me off a cliff!"

"As a mother bird nudges a baby bird from the nest, so I nudged you.  It
was fun, wasn't it?" Jared smiled.

"It was amazing," Bobby grinned.

Bobby woke from his dream in a great mood.  Any dream in which you could
fly was a good dream, wasn't it?  Still, the dream was unusually vivid.  It
felt so real.  It felt like it wasn't a dream at all but rather a memory of
times past.  Jared Crane, whoever he was, seemed so...human.

Bobby got out of bed and proceeded to take a shower.  When he was done he
got dressed and joined his parents for breakfast before he and his mother
left for school.  It was a typical day of English tests and math problems
but at least he had lunch with Spencer to look forward too.

"I'm telling you Spence, it was the coolest dream I've ever had," Bobby
explained as he sat at a table with his best friend and his baseball
teammates.

"Meh, flying's cool and all but in my opinion the best dreams involve me
and a naked Logan Lerman," said Spencer.

"Ok, first off, ewww.  Secondly, this was more than a dream.  I can't
explain how real it felt and this Jared Crane guy, I swear I know him."

"Maybe he's one of the aliens that abducted you," Spencer grinned.

"I know where you're going with that and for the millionth time, no, nobody
gave me an anal probe.  At least, not that I know of."

"How did you know I was going to say that?"

"Because, you're obsessed with my ass."

"Well, it's a very cute ass," Spencer winked.

Bobby just laughed.  Spencer always flirted with him but Bobby figured it
was harmless.  They were best buddies, Bobby could put up with a little
good natured teasing.  The boy's laughter was interrupted by Kara Ritter as
she approached their table.

"Hi Bobby, hello Spencer," Kara smiled.  She greeted Spencer but her eyes
never left Bobby.

"Oh, uh, hi Kara," said Bobby. Spencer just nodded, not that she noticed.

"You guys eating lunch?"

"Kinda explains all the food on the table, doesn't it?" asked Spencer.
Bobby kicked him under the table.  "Ouch!"

"Yeah, we were just finishing up," said Bobby.

"Cool.  So listen, I'm going to the movies tonight and I thought I'd see if
you'd like to come?"

"Oh gee, that's really sweet Kara but I've got a game."

"I thought the JV games were over by 7?"

"They are but um, I'll be really tired," said Bobby.  "Sorry."

"Oh, well, some other time then," Kara sighed.

"Yeah, bye," said Bobby, as she walked away.

"Dude, are you out of your mind?" asked Brice Nichols, the Timberwolves
third baseman. He sat to Bobby's right and observed the conversation.

"What?"

"That chick is hot and she totally wants you!"

"I've known Kara since first grade," Bobby blushed.

"Yeah, I remember how she used to chase you around then too," side Brice.
"She's always been hot for your cock."

"Dude!" Bobby exclaimed.

"Sorry, I forgot about your virgin ears," Brice laughed.  Few people ever
heard Bobby swear. "I'm just saying; if it was me, I'd be balls deep in her
by the time the credits were rolling."

"Can you believe that guy?" said Bobby, when Brice got up to bus his tray.

"Brice has always been kind of a pig," Spencer shrugged.  "He brings up a
good point though.  Most guys would cut off their left nut for a date with
Kara, what's holding you back?"

"Spence, when I look at her I still see the 10 year old girl who used to
chase me around the playground so she could kiss my cheek," Bobby
explained.

"But you think she's pretty, right?"

"Yeah, I guess so," Bobby blushed.

"You guess so?  Does she give you a boner?"

"Spence!"

"Just asking.  For all I know the aliens deactivated your wiener," Spence
laughed.

"God, you are such a dork," said Bobby, as he stood up to dump his tray.
"See you at the game?"

"Yeap, I'll be the one in the wolf suit," Spencer grinned.  He loved all
the time he spent with the cheerleaders, or rather, he loved how jealous it
made the straight boys. "Being Tommy the Timberwolf does come with some
perks."

Bobby went back to class and at 3:30 he joined his teammates in the locker
room.  As he was putting on his uniform he thought about Kara.  It's not
that he didn't like her, she was really sweet and pretty and any boy would
be lucky to go out with her.  The problem was he wasn't sure if he liked
girls in that manner.  He wasn't sure if he was gay but he knew the answer
to Spencer's question and no, Kara didn't give him a boner.  Spencer did,
some of his friends on the team did but Kara didn't.  It was all very
embarrassing for Bobby who, despite his handsome face and boyish good
looks, was a very shy boy.

The Timberwolves were playing the Centralia Seahawks that Friday and as the
game got underway, the home team took an early lead.  Some sloppy outfield
work cost the Timberwolves a few runs and by the time Bobby got to bat at
the top of the 8th inning, the score was tied.  It wouldn't be the end of
the world if he struck out, there would be time to make it up but if he
could score a run here it would put his team back in the lead.

The pitcher threw a couple of fastballs and Bobby swung at both earning
himself a pair of strikes.  As the pitcher began to wind up for his third
pitch, Bobby concentrated as hard as he could, repeating the mantra in his
head, keep your eye on the ball, keep your eye on the ball, keep your eye
on the ball.

Before he knew it the ball was in the air halfway between the pitcher's
mound and home plate.  He focused as hard as he could and then something
truly strange happened.  The ball burst into flames.  It was like it had
been hit by a laser, one minute the ball was flying through the air and the
next it was a smoldering pile of ruin.  The crowd broke into confused
murmurs.  The players looked around the field for something that might have
caused the strange...accident.  Bobby couldn't help feeling responsible, it
was his ball, he'd been focused on it so hard and then...it was just so
weird.

The umpire gave the pitcher a fresh ball but Bobby's concentration was
gone, flown out the window like a loose sheaf of paper.  He struck out and
returned to the bench with his teammates.  Spencer waddled over in his
Timberwolf costume and sat next to his buddy.

"Man, that was rotten luck.  Who ever heard of a baseball catching fire in
mid-air?"

"That was freaky for sure," Bobby agreed.

"Any idea what happened?"

"No, I was focused on trying not to strike out," Bobby sighed.  "Did you
see anything?"

"Yeah, well, not really, I mean, I don't think it had anything to do with
the ball."

"What was it?"

"Ah, some jerk was messing with a laser pointer or something.  It was funny
though, from the angle it looked like it came right from your eyes, like
Superman or something."

"Ha, yeah, that is funny," Bobby giggled.

The boy's settled on the bench and watched the rest of the game.  The score
stayed tied until the bottom of the 9th inning when Cory Eckhart grounded
out to second and Mike McGuire stole home plate.  The crowd celebrated the
Timberwolves victory but Bobby quickly excused himself from his teammates
and found his parents.

"Hey kid, good game," his dad smiled.

"I struck out," Bobby reminded him.

"Happens to the best of them," Patrick smiled reassuringly.

"I guess so.  Can we go home?"

"You don't want to celebrate with the team?"

"I don't feel much like celebrating."

"Bobby, you can't hit a homer every time you step to the plate..."

"No, no it's not that, really.  I just feel kind of tired."

"Are you getting sick?  You don't feel warm," said Miranda as she put her
hand to his forehead.

"Mom, I'm fine, geez," said Bobby as he pulled back from her.  He didn't
want to be embarrassed in front of his friends.

"Yeah, let's go home," said Patrick.  He put his arm around Bobby's
shoulder and as they walked to the car, he kissed the top of the boy's
head.  Dad's seemed to get it better then moms, at least Patrick waited
until they were away from the crowd before embarrassing his son.

When they pulled into the garage, Bobby was the first one out of the car.
He made a b-line around his mom's Volvo and reached for the door that led
into the kitchen via the laundry room.

"Hang on, it's locked," said Patrick.

Bobby grabbed the doorknob as Patrick spoke and to his surprise, it opened,
in fact, the whole door came off its hinges.

"Bobby, what the hell?" said Patrick more in awe than in anger.

"I don't know!  Are you sure it wasn't broken?"

"It was fine when we left.  You been doubling up on the Flintstone's
vitamins?"

"It must have been broken," said Miranda.  It was the only thing that made
sense.

"Um, here, hold this," said Bobby, handing the door to his dad.  "Night!"

He quickly scampered off to his room and locked the door behind him.  He
expected one or both of his parents might want talk to him about his weird
behavior after the game but he wasn't in the mood.  He stripped off his
sweaty uniform, tossed his socks and jock in the hamper and then went into
his bathroom for a long hot shower.  He felt a little better once he was
clean so he put on a fresh pair of tighty whities and got under the covers.
He rolled over on his side and came face to face with Freddie, the teddy
bear he'd had since birth who now lived on his nightstand.

"Man, what a weird day," he told the bear.

By Saturday morning things seemed back to normal.  He slept until noon,
mowed the lawn for his dad and went out to dinner with his parents.  On
Sunday he went to church and then out to lunch with his youth group.  He
spent Sunday night working on some homework for history class and turned in
at 10.  He had the dream again.  He pictured himself floating in the glass
tube and watched the mysterious Jared Crane push him off a cliff.  When he
woke, he found his nose pressed against the celling.

"What the..." Bobby muttered.  He rolled over, saw his bed four feet below
him and crashed down on it like a bag of rocks.

He picked himself up and shook his head, he had to be dreaming.  He was
quiet at school that morning. Spencer took note of how subdued his buddy
was but he didn't get a chance to ask him about it until lunch.

"What's up?"

"Nothing, why?" asked Bobby.

"I don't know, you look...funny."

"Funny how?"

"You know, like someone kicked your puppy."

"Just had a strange weekend."

"You wanna tell Uncle Spence about it?"

"Not really."

"Might make you feel better."

"I doubt it."

"Come on, I'm bored."

And I love you, Spencer thought to himself.  He'd always thought Bobby was
a pretty boy but in the months since he'd been home he'd developed genuine
emotional feelings for his friend.  Bobby wasn't just something beautiful
to look at; he was smart, kind, caring.  He was everything Spencer wanted
in a boyfriend but didn't think he'd ever find.  He couldn't confess his
love for Bobby; the poor guy had enough on his plate to deal with.  He
didn't need some creepy boy crush, what he needed was a best friend.

Bobby looked at Spencer and saw real concern on his face.  He knew he
couldn't talk to his parents about the things that were going on.  As eager
as they were to get him out of that hospital three months ago, they also
weren't stupid.  If something strange was happening to him they'd take him
straight back and rightly so, it's what any concerned parent would do.
That didn't mean Bobby was eager to go back.

"Ok," Bobby sighed.  "There's been some really strange things happening to
me lately."

"Oh," said Spencer.  "Look, Bobby, I know you're kind of Mr. Innocent and
Pure but it happens to every boy.  I'm surprised it hasn't happened
before."

"What?" said Bobby, flashing him a quizzically raised eyebrow.

"Did you have a wet dream?"

"What? No!" Bobby laughed.  "Geez Spence, I'm not 12!"

"Then what are we talking about?"

"Ok, you know the other night at the game, the ball that caught on fire?"

"Yeah, really cool but what about it?"

"I think I did it."

"Uh, how?"

"I'm not sure.  Maybe with my mind or something."

"You know that sounds crazy right?"

"Of course I know!  I told you it was strange."

"What makes you think you did it?"

"Well, I was concentrating on the ball, I mean really, really focusing and
then boom, the thing practically exploded."

"I'm sure there's a logical reason."

"Maybe, if that was the only thing that happened."

"There's more?"

"That night, when we got home I ripped the door from the garage to the
laundry room off its hinges."

"What did you do that for?"

"I didn't do it on purpose!  I just pulled on the nob and the whole thing
came off!"

"Ever stop and think maybe the door was broken?"

"This morning, I woke up floating over my bed!"

"What?"

"I've been having these dreams, you know the one I told you about, where I
could fly.  I had the dream again last night and this morning I swear I was
floating over my bed."

"So you've been dreaming about strange men giving you flying lessons and
now you're setting balls on fire and braking houses?" Spencer giggled.

"I thought you'd take me seriously," Bobby pouted.

"Buddy, I'm trying too but you're basically saying you woke up the other
day and realized you were Superman."

"I didn't say anything about stupid Superman.  I was..." Bobby began but
stopped in his tracks.

"Bobby?"

He ran his hand along his throat and unbuttoned another button on his
shirt.  He started to breath heavy.  Spencer wasn't sure what was happening
but Brice was sitting with them and he'd learned CPR in the Boy Scouts.

"Dude, are you alright?  Are you choking?" asked Brice.  He was very calm
and serious.

"I-I can't breathe," Bobby stuttered.

"Raise your arms and take deep breaths."

"Bobby, what's the matter?" asked Spencer.

"I-I can't breathe," said Bobby, his voice growing panicked.

He stood up and clutched at his chest.  Pain shot through his body.

"Spence, get my mom," Bobby panted, before he collapsed.

Brice dropped down to Bobby's side and put his ear against his friend's
chest.

"SOMEONE CALL AN AMBULACE!" Brice shouted.