"Beyond the Dniester" written by BASE. (05/95)
PART 1.
BEYOND THE DNIESTER
By Base
Chapter 1
Pour quoy est si obscurs le temps,
Que li uns l'autre ne cognoist,
Mais muent les gouvernments
De mal en pis, si comme on voit
Le temps passe' trop mieulx valoit
Oui regne? Tristesse et Ennuy;
Il ne court justice ne droit
Je ne sce mais jesquelz je suy.
-Jean Meschinot
Circa 1475
Jack Wilson woke with the taste of dirt and straw on his dry tongue
and spat cottony gobs onto the cold ground. It felt like bugs had
crawled into his mouth while he slept. He wiped his chapped lips on
his filthy, blood stained sleeve. Every muscl in his body hurt and he
stank. And he was famished. But even in his present condition,
starving and hunted like an animal, Jack was still a virile young
man. His blue eyes shone bright with an unquenchable vigor, for he
was in the prime of life, tall and strong. With his long black hair,
magnolia white skin, and thin lips and nose, he might have been a
model. His dirty grey shirt and blue jeans were wrinkled and torn,
but in a desperate, grungy sort of way, he still looked sexy in them.
He gave one piteous look at the bright morning sun, struggled to his
feet, wrapped a dragged arm around his thin midsection and began
another day of running. Jack hadn't been running for long, less than
a week. That's when his world collapsed. Up until then, he had had
a decent job and a nice apartment. Those were fast become rare
treasures in America. But his life had changed dramatically with
terrifying speed.
Jack's nightmare started one tragic saturday afternoon. He pulled
his cab out of the garage and drove down Hudson street, just like he
did every saturday afternoon, when a small boy, perhaps 12 years
old, hailed him. Now, that area used to be full of queers and
assorted weirdos, but that was before the second gulf war. After
the Iranian crisis, and the savage wave of terrorism that followed
in its wake, things went from bad to worse. The first fad of the
new millennia became a rabid patriotism, but that just meant more
laws, more censorship, more government and less freedom, until no
one knew what was coming next. No one except the right wingers, of
course. They blamed all the problems on too much freedom. That
didn't play well at first, but after the financial collapse, when
the price of oil soared to over $500 a barrel, and after everyone
lost their jobs, and all their savings, life got real hard real
fast. The scapegoat soon became an endangered species. Now, given
all that, Jack should have known better. The popular government
knew he was gay and that was bad because homosexual sex was made
illegal again after the big AIDS outbreak. Jack had already been
arrested twice, so he should have been on his guard. He should have
figured they were after him. But he picked up the kid anyway and got
himself into a bad spot.
"Where to kiddo?" asked Jack.
"63rd and 2nd" the kid said brightly.
"Sure thing" said Jack, over the din of traffic.
That trip was going to cost the kid a chunk of change and Jack
wondered if the boy intended to stiff him. He glanced at the child
in his rear view mirror as he navigated through the maze of traffic.
What a beautiful boy! He was dressed in a loose fitting bright
yellow shirt. He had light brown hair, buzz cut about an inch above
the ears but long on top. It was perfectly straight, fine and
shinny as silk. And the kid had mesmerizing hazel eyes that anyone
could get lost in. His cute button nose was decorated with the most
adorable brown freckles and when he blinked or squinted, his long
eyelashes seemed to dust his round cheeks. His boyish odors, like
fresh powdery sunshine, filled the cab with a sweet breath. Jack
inhaled deeply.
'What the hell!' he thought, `money isn't everything!'
Inevitably, the kid caught him staring in the rear view mirror and
smiled. Jack melted like butter on hot popcorn. The man smiled back
faintly. Three or four times, the kid caught him, and each time, his
boyish smile got wider and more knowing. Finally, the kid blurted it
out.
"You're a pedo man, right?" he squeaked in a soft soprano voice.
"Hu?" Jack grunted, stunned and terrified.
"You heard me. You like me don't ya?"
"look, kid..." Jack began.
"Yeah, you're a pedo man, alright."
"I don't know what you're talking about, kid" Jack was starting to go flush.
If this child even accused him....."
"They've rounded up nearly all of you guys already" the boy said sadly.
"It was easy after they broke into the newsgroups and got everyone's E-
mail address. And those damn clipper chips... Now its gettin' so a kid
can't hardly get a good blow job anymore, not even on the internet".
Jack just drove the cab on automatic pilot, too flabbergasted to respond.
"Don't worry. I won't tell anyone." The kid assured him, in a faithful tone.
"Those bastards got my Frank a few months ago. They dragged him right out of
his bed late one night. And then.. then they say he tried to run and..."
The emotion in the boy's voice was heart breaking. Jack stopped for a
red light and looked hard into the rear view mirror as the kid tried to
continue.
".....and then they shot him dead." He said finally. The kids eyes were
wet and his angelic face was wrinkled in pain.
"Look mister" the kid went on "I don't wanna get you in any trouble, I...
I just miss my Frank, that's all. He was the only grown up that was ever
nice to me." The kid began to sob softly.
"Oh, kid.." Jacks heart was wrung with pity. The beautiful child
looked so sad and helpless, like he didn't have a friend in the world.
Jack didn't know what to say. "I know its bad, kiddo" he finally
managed "but we all just gotta try and get through it. These days won't
last forever. I'm sure this Frank of yours....he wouldn't have wanted
you to give up."
"I guess not" the kid said lamely. "I just don't got nobody else I can
even talk to about it. I too afraid to tell anyone. So when I saw you
looking at me...the way Frank used to look at me.. I thought..." the boy
stammered.
"What kid? Waddya think?"
"I though maybe you understood, that you and I could....could be friends.
That maybe you liked me"
The air was electric. Jack pulled the cab out of traffic and turned to
look the kid square in the face. He felt that wonderful tingle in his belly
as looked into those sad puppy dog eyes.
"Can I come up there and sit next to you?" The boy asked sheepishly.
"Sure thing, kiddo" said Jack, with genuine affection.
The boy jumped into the front seat and snuggled up next to Jack. His
little fingers slipped playfully inside the man's pocket. Jack pet the
boy's silky soft hair. The smell of the child filled his lungs as he
stared into the kid's magical eyes. He ushed gently on the tip of the
child's freckly nose with his index finger and the boy giggled. Jack's
mind was in a splendid daze.
"So you ARE a pedo man, right?" The kid asked in a whisper.
"You got that right, sweetheart!" said Jack. "and you are some beautiful boy!"
He leaned over, put his arm around the darling child and hugged him close.
"Alright you sick fuckin' faggot, freeze or I'll blow your diseased brains out."
The hard, croaking voice turned Jack's blood to ice. The kid flew out
of his arms and out of the car as fast as Jack glanced over to his
left. Cold blue steal pushed up against his temple. It was all a set
up. His eyes strained to the left, his head turned slightly, and he
look dumbfounded into the pitiless face. The fat disgusting pig was
smiling at him like a cat that just swallowed a canary. The gleeful
hate in those beady, porcine eyes told Jack that he'd never make it to
the station house alive. Sweat leaked from his forehead. He gave one
last look at the kid who had baited him. The imp was standing on the
sidewalk, smirking like a school yard bully. So beautiful, so deadly
beautiful, Jack thought. He knew he had one chance, slim as it might
be. If he didn't make it, he hoped his brains splattered all over that
evil little bastard. Thank God, the cab was still running. He flung
the car into gear and flawed it. He heard a loud bang, and that was
good, because it meant his brains were still between his ears. Another
bang, and then another. The rear windshield of the cab blew out and
the front windshield collapsed into his lap. He felt a few searing
lashes on his face, and then warm blood dripping into his eyes. He
wiped his brow with his sleeve and drove on madly, not even bothering
to look into his rear view mirror for signs of pursuit.
Jack ditched the cab and began to run north, toward Canada. Even
though he only had a little money and the cloths on his back, he
didn't dare go home to get anything. He was sure this had been a
well planned sting and that they'd be waiting for him at his front
door. That's why he wasn't chased through the streets. They
already knew who he was and thought they had all the time in the
world. The cops even liked a good man hunt. They'd find him sooner
or later and blow his head off. And that's if he was lucky. Lots
of other guys like him were tortured horribly if they were taken
alive. Not officially, of course, but everyone knew what went down.
There wasn't much money for trials in those days and frankly,
nobody really cared. It was hard enough just to survive in that
brave new world without worrying about a couple of sick faggots
that the cops might have some fun with. `Serves them right' was
what most people thought. Hate, like a hideous phoenix, had been
reborn. All it had taken was a few acts of terrorism and a well
orchestrated international crisis and even in the land of the free,
the middle ages had returned.
Chapter 2
Mon ami, ne plourez plus;
Car tant me faittes pitie
Que mon cuer se rent conclus
A vostre doulce amistie.
Reprenez autre maniere
Pour Dieu, plus ne vous doulez,
Et me faittes bonne chiere:
Je vueil quanque vous voulez.
-Christine de Pisan
Circa 1475
Jack was desperate. If he didn't get something to eat soon, he
might black out. He even dug in the ground for worms, but it
wasn't much good. He needed food badly. He figured the cops
were less than a day behind him. The chase wouldn't last much
longer. With any luck, they'd just shoot him in the head. His
brain began to imagine the alternatives. He got sick. He fell to
his knees and heaved onto the dead grass. The early sun mocked
him as he wrenched onto the ground. The grown man began to sob.
He put his drawn face into his hands and cried like a baby. He
was too dehydrated for tears, he just balled dryly.
"Hey Mister" a young voice said.
The hair on the back of Jack's neck stood up. He thought he
recognized the voice...but it couldn't be....
"Mister!" the same voice repeated.
Jack was terrified. He spread his fingers and peaked out through
his hands at the small boy. It was him, alright. The little
monster who had ended his life. But he was dressed in camouflage
attire that blended perfectly with the amber waves. His baggy
pants seemed to have huge pockets stuffed with trinkets. Jack
looked from side to side. The kid was alone. There was no one
else in sight. Was this a mirage?? `Oh sweet Jesus, thank you' he
thought. He pounced on the boy. The child struggled vainly, but
even in his weakened condition, Jack easily overpowered the small
boy. He was soon on top of the imp and had him pinned to the
ground and helpless. Jack figured at least he was gonna get his
rocks off, probably for the last time, before he....before
they.....he didn't know what he was going to do to the child.
"Get off `a me!" the boy said, angrily.
"HA! Yeah, sure, you little fuck! As soon as you gimme one good reason
why I shouldn't squeeze the brains outa your stinkin' skull first."
"Because I'm here to help you, asshole" the boy declared self righteously.
"Yeah right, now why should I believe that"?
"Why the hell else am I here, then...duh???" The boy looked up at him
and crossed his eyes like a retard.
The kid had a point. What was he doing here, dressed like that? And why
hadn't the cops charged them by now? Strange. `Okay' Jack thought to
himself, `I'll bite...its not like I got alot to lose'
"Okay kid, ya got about 20 seconds of air left" Jack hissed as he closed
his powerful hands around the boy's thin neck. "Talk fast and tell me why
I shouldn't choke you. Why the hell did you do that to me?"
"Cause that's my job, ya moron. If I didn't do it, they'd just get some
other kid...and you'd be dead by now."
"Come again little one?" asked Jack, incredulously.
"After they killed Frank, I volunteered to be the bait in set ups. I did
it to help save guys like you. And `cause Frank would have wanted me to."
"Don't gimme that Frank shit again, you miserable bastard. That's how you
got me into this mess in the first place."
"Its not shit, man. I loved him. And YOU got yourself into this mess...I'm
just trying to help get you out of it."
"I don't believe you" Jack persisted, even though there was a certain logic
to what the kid was saying.
"Then kill me now man, cause as soon as you let me up, I'm gonna run and
rat you out to the cops, right?" the kid said scornfully.
Jack eased his grip on the boy's throat. His mind was filled with
doubt. He looked hard at the kid. Where was no lie in his
stunning hazel eyes. He wanted desperately to believe the boy
because he was so beautiful. And of course, Jack didn' have much
choice. He realized that no matter what the kid did, or was going
to do, he couldn't hurt him. It wasn't in him. He loved boys,
even this one...maybe especially this one.
"Whats your name, kid?" Jack asked, releasing the child. The kid sat up
and rubbed his throat. Jack rolled over and sat next to the small boy.
The sun was slowly climbing over head.
"Alex Scott" the boy said.
"Well" said Jack, with phoney cheerfulness "how did you find me out here
in the middle of nowhere, little Mr. Alex Scott?"
"I slipped an irridimite pellet into your pocket when I snuggled up to you
in the cab. It was a bitch tracking you because the output was so low.
We've been looking for you for days. You're names Jack Wilson, right?"
"Righto kid! Did your policeman friends tell you that?"
"No dopey, I saw it on your back license. That's a horrible picture of you,
ya know. You're much better looking than that."
"Thanks kid" said Jack, not feeling very attractive or sexy at the moment.
"But who's `we'? Who's looking for me besides you? And why? You still
haven't told me anything"
PART 2.
The boy looked at the haggard, unshaven man. He thought he was very
handsome indeed, even dirty and unkept as he was. He breathed a heavy
sigh, full of compassion.
"You look hungry" the boy said evasively "Alls I got for ya is a Snickers
bar right now."
The lad reached into his lumpy pocket and pulled out the candy, made
soggy by the heat of his body. All questions were forgotten as Jack
lunged for the bit of sustenance. The ravenous man nearly swallowed the
morsel whole as the boy looked on with pity.
"Okay" said the child, clapping his hands. " I see the first order of
business is gonna be to get you fed proper."
Jack was pathetically licking the chocolate stains off his fingers as
the boy led him across the field and into a nearby woods. The kid
produced a small compass and seemed to be heading for a specific
place. The two journeyed in silence for about half an hour. Jack was
too busy enjoying the return of his blood sugar levels and the wiggle
in Alex's little boy butt to think about much else. Besides, he
figured, the kid was taking him to food and that was all he really
cared about at the moment.
"This looks like the place" the boy said, finally, gazing all around him.
The two companions stopped suddenly in the deep woods. The trees were
thick and the vegetation, jungle like. The boy pointed to a quick,
bubbling stream a few yards to the right. Jack rushed to the bank and
drank deeply. The water was cool, but not icy. The kid reached into the
same wide pocket from which he had gotten the compass and produced a
large silver box. He wrapped the shiny metal in both of his small
hands, raised it toward the dark green canopy and pressed on it once,
twice and then a third time. He repeated his motions, lowered his arms
and placed the box back into his deep pocket. The man returned, his
face dripping, and looked at the kid quizzically. The boy saw the
question in the man's eye and avoided it.
"We got about an hour to kill" the child said.
"I...I thought you were taking me to get something to eat" said the man,
his burning hunger seeped into his tone.
"I am Jack, but it ain't that easy. Man, you would have to run in the
'zact opposite direction."
"Look kid, I'm filthy, homeless, nearly dead of hunger and about as
scared as I've ever been in my life. Whats going on? Who are you?
Wha'd ya just do, signal the cops or somethin'?"
The boy turned on the man with hurt eyes.
"No ya dweeb, God! you're such a jerk. No wonder you're in this fix. I
just signaled to get us some stuff. They'll leave it about 5 miles
east of here. We're gonna hafta walk. It'll take us about two hours to
get there, but it'll take them about 3 hours to get the stuff ready, so
we got about an hour to kill."
"Listen kid" Jack began, feeling far from grateful "I appreciate the
Snickers bar but I think I'm entitled to some answers too."
"That's just what I can't give you Jack, not yet"
"And why not, Mr. Scott?" asked Jack, mockingly.
"Because if they catch you and tie electrodes to your balls, you'll rat
us all out, okay? There are others besides you we're trying to get outa
here. God, you're not the center of the universe you know." the boy
answered sharply.
There was something about being balled out and essentially called
immature by a 12 year old boy that shamed Jack into silence. The kid
pulled out another melted chocolate bar from his pocket.
"Here, eat this and shut up. It's all I got left. It was supposta
be for me."
The kid threw the candy bar at the man. Jack was hungry beyond any
chivalry. He ate the scrap greedily. As he ate, he eyed the
powerful child thoughtfully. This boy was mature far beyond his
years and obviously involved in some great struggle. The kid gazed
back. His annoyed expression faded to one of sympathy mixing with a
twinge of desire. Jack had gulped down every bit of nutrition and was
now licking the brown paper wrapping.
"Why don't you get washed up" the boy suggested "You smell like a horse"
Jack licked his fingers like a child and held the boy in his gaze.
In spite of all his troubles a wide grin stole across his handsome
face. In one fluid, sexy motion, he pulled the dirty grey shirt
over his head. The child was instantly entranced. Jack's body was
chiselled like a greek statue. Small, brown, slightly oval nipples
rode on the sides of his muscular chest. Short, black, downy hair
embellish his pecs and plunged, in an thin erotic trail, through the
center of his pale, rippled abdomen. The sexy path fanned out just
above his navel and flowed down into his pants. The boy stood, wide
eyed, gaping at the mature body. Jack smiled with satisfaction. His
own dick was nearly pushing through the abused fabric of his
tattered pants. Seductively, he unbuttoned his trousers. The child
stopped breathing as Jack began to slip out of the worn fabric. A
thick bush of black pubic hair was revealed in the cloth "V" and
just the impossibly thick base of his manly cock. Then, Jack turned
his back on the child. He slipped his pants off and kicked them
into the air, only exposing his white buns to the horny boy. His
athletic butt was nearly a perfect square, but that's not what the
kid had wanted to see. The air went out of the child's lungs in a
disappointed huff as the naked man waded into the stream. Even in
the center, the rushing water was only deep enough to just cover the
man's torso. Jack sputtered and splashed the weary mud off himself
as the frustrated boy watched from the bank. He might not have seen
the slab of man meat that he was most interested in, but at least he
could enjoy the man's magnificent upper body as he bathed. Jack
looked at the lustful boy gaping at him from the bank. `little
homo!' he thought. He rung the dirt out of his long dark hair,
shaking his shaggy head from side to side, splashing the boy, even
on the far bank. The kid giggled.
"C'mon in Kiddo!" the man said enticingly. "The waters fine!
It's not cold! If feels great!"
"I dunno, said the boy, strangely reluctant "We're not supposta..."
"Not supposta what?" asked the man.
"Nothin' " said the boy "its okay"
The child began to undress and the tables were suddenly turned.
As the boy peeled off his shirt and flung it into the bushes,
Jack was hypnotized. His dick immediately stood at full
attention. The water barely covered the throbbing cock head. The
kid's body was totally boyish. Puberty hadn't touched him yet.
His little pink nipples were tightly erect on his smooth, flat
chest. There wasn't even a hint of muscle on his bony breast.
His narrow shoulders and thin arms made him look so frail and
helpless, yet Jack suddenly realized that this small child was
his only real hope for survival. The kid slipped off his pants
and kicked them aside. He stood on the bank, skinny and
shivering, clad only in a thin, almost transparent pair of white
undies. His little boy boner barely made a tent in them. The kid
had a little dick. Jack nearly passed out. His head went all
light as the young fingers slid under the elastic band and began
to lower the white fabric. The kid didn't tease Jack. He just
slid the briefs off and out popped his tiny boy bone. It was
maybe two inches long and as slender as a reed. But it was
stiff as a board and stuck straight up into the air. The tiny
circumcised head throbbed in the cool breeze. His miniature
balls were like two marbles in a wrinkly pink sac. The kid
didn't have a single hair on his body. Jack was bewitched by the
naked boy, so radiant in his prepubescent beauty that he looked
like an incarnation of Eros. The kid perceived the desire on
Jack's face and smiled gratefully. Slowly, the boy entered the
purifying stream and waded out to the spellbound man. Jack
opened his arms to accept the child. The boy stopped for a
moment, about a foot from the man, and they gazed into each
other's eyes as the cool waters flowed by. The swift current
was half way up the boy's middle so the child had trouble
standing. He slipped and fell into the mans arms. Their embrace
was like rain in the desert, like spring after winter, and like
the dawn after a dark and dreary night.
The man's raging cock pushed into the boy's middle as they embraced.
His mouth was wide as a trout's. He could hardly believe the size
of the hot meat pushing into his abdomen. The boy looked down at it
through he clear water. It was enormous Jack saw the silent
astonishment on the boy's face and smiled. He hugged the kid
tightly, joyfully. It had been long years since he had held a boy
close. And the kid was in paradise. The feel of the warm, well
developed body against his tender skin made him into one big goose
bump. His young flesh quivered with passion. His tiny hands pushed
up into the hard pecs and thrilled to the silky feel of the man's
body hair. He squeezed the steely biceps that held him tightly,
lovingly, like he hadn't been held in so long that he had almost
forgotten what it felt like. Alex wrapped his skinny arms around
Jack's torso and hugged him back. He pushed his freckly nose into
the man's solar plexus and it was like a dam broke. This valiant boy
started to cry uncontrollably. Jack looked angrily to the heavens
and tears welled up in his own eyes. `Why God?' he thought. `What
did this kid ever do? What did any of us ever do? Except dare to
love each other'.
Chapter 3
M'aimerez-vous bien,
Dictes, par vostre ame?
Mais que je vous ame.
Plus que nulle rien,
M'aimerez-vous bien?
Dieu mit tant de bien
En vous que c'est basme
Pour ce je me clame
Vostre. Mais combien
M'aimerez-vous bien?
- Jean Meschinot
Circa 1475
The companions covered the 5 miles without incident and exactly
were Alex predicted, at the eastern edge of the forest, they had
dug up a small tin chest, stuffed with supplies and fresh clothes.
That was hours ago. The sun had since fallen behind the rolling
hills as night advanced from the east. They built a small fire
against the pall of night and ate together. Less than a week
ago, Jack would have thought the salted meat, stale bread and
dried fruit pathetic fare. Here, in the wilderness, it seemed a
feast beyond praise. Now, it was deep night. Alex leaned back,
safe and warm in Jack's arms, his delicate features contoured in
the orange light of the small campfire. Jack softly stroked the
sleepy boy's head as he stared into the dancing flames. Jack
felt more serene than ever in his life. His stomach felt
contented like it hadn't felt in days; with the small boy curled
up in his lap his heart felt full, like it hadn't felt in years;
and when he held the child close and kissed his soft hair, his
soul felt complete like it had never felt before.
"Hey kid" Jack whispered
"hmmmm?" the boy stirred
"Can't ya just tell me..." the man began starring deeply into the flames
".....where ya takin' me?"
The boy opened his eyes and looked into the man's handsome face.
"Does it matter? I mean, does it matter tonight?" the boy asked almost sadly.
"No, I guess not" Jack answered as he kissed the boy's forehead and rocked
him in his mighty arms. "Not tonight".
They both stared uneasily into the fire.
"Where are your parents?" the man asked.
"Dead" said the boy without emotion. "I never knew them. Frank adopted
me when I was 8 years old. Nobody else wanted me. I live in a foster
home now." The boy snickered cheerlessly. "they don't even know when I'm
gone. The only people who care about me are..." The boy stopped in mid
sentence. "I can't tell you anymore, Jack. I've told you too much
already. Please let me go to sleep. I haven't slept good in days." The
boy turned his head into the man's breast and instantly, seemed to fall
fast asleep. Jack continued to pet the boy's hair far into the night.
The child woke at the crack of dawn, still wrapped tightly in the
man's arms. He roused Jack from blissful slumber and wiggled out of
the man's sheltering embrace. The boy was organizing equipment and
starring into the east as the man snuck up behind him and playfully
nibbled his earlobe.
"Quit it!" said the boy with a shrug of his shoulders.
The man persisted and giggled boyishly.
"I said knock it off!" The boy yelled, his voice bouncing off the tree tops"
"Geez, what a crouch you are Mr. Scott" said Jack with a cackle.
"Man, Jack, you are somthin' else. This ain't no picnic dweeb, I gotta get
you outa here." the boy scolded. "The cops can't be more than a few hours
behind us. You're suposta be escaping remember?"
"To where, little one? Just tell me that!"
The boy breathed a heavy sigh. He looked at the cheerful man who had
fallen in love with him. That always happened, but this time it was
going be hard. This time, he had fallen in love with the man too. No
one since Frank had ever held him through the night, had ever made him
feel so safe and secure. At once, the boy knew that he was finished
mourning for Frank, that his young heart had healed, because it was
breaking again. This eyes dampened and a hot tear fell over his round
cheek. He gazed blankly into the east.
"We have a place" the boy began in a steady voice "a community, in the
Ukraine, in Galicia, just beyond the Dniester river, about 200 miles
south of Kiev. I've never been there before..." he said turning to the
man. His hazel eyes shown with a zeal that Jack had never imagined in
a boy. "...but they say its beautiful. There are no big Cities, and
the people aren't rich, but they love their freedom, Jack, not the
phoney kind of freedom, like here in America, but real freedom, where
people can be themselves and love whomever they want. People don't get
shot there, or go to jail, for...for loving each other". Tears fell
like hot rain down the boy's freckly face.
"How do we get there?" asked Jack, hugging the boy from behind.
"We have to get to a spot on the Hudson" the child began "about a mile
north of here. A boat will be waiting. You'll wade out to it and
they'll take you to a barge in the harbor, near where the Statue of
Liberty used to be. Its an oil tanker, but hey're friends of ours.
They'll bring you there safely."
As the boy spoke, Jack's heart broke into a thousand pieces. With
cruel perception, he realized that Alex was not coming with him.
"What about us?" asked Jack, his voice wrung with pain.
"I can't leave, Jack, not yet. Our work's not done here"
"Work? What work? Listen, Alex, I love you" Jack insisted urgently.
"I love you too Jack, I wasn't supposed to but...it just happened, that's all"
"Then lets go together, you and me, kid. They can't make you stay here,
can they?".
"Jack, please" the boy begged "don't make this any harder for me than it is."
"I wanna make it hard for you, damn it, I'm in love with you" the man was
nearly shouting.
The boys eyes filled with fresh sorrow that spilled over onto his
streaky face.
"Damn you, Jack....I...I...I'm only a little boy!" the kid shrieked and
collapsed into the man's arms, bawling inconsolably. As he hugged the
sobbing child tightly, Jack felt like a first class heel. His heart
was shattered. All fear of capture lef him. The authorities could
hardly put him through any greater agony.
"I'll wait for you, kid. I'll wait forever" said Jack, his tears
flowing like a salty waterfall.
"But I won't be a boy forever, Jack" said the sniffling child. "Will
you still love me when I grow hair down there and my voice cracks?"
"I'll love you `till the end of time, Alex".
"But not like you love me now, right?"
"I...I don't know kid..." Jack's eyes fell to the ground. He couldn't
lie to the boy.
Of course it wouldn't be the same. Long before the end of time, the
horrible curse would fall between them like a shadow. As testosterone
coursed through the boy's blood and turned him into a man, Jack would
rapidly lose interest.
"Its okay, Jack, I understand. We'll always be friends though"
"Always kid. `Till the end of time. That I can promise you."
The boy smiled widely, sniffed deeply and wiped the stinging tears from
his eyes.
"Lets get outa here" he said. "You got a boat to catch."
The End
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