Date: Sun, 24 Oct 2010 12:22:12 -0700 (PDT) From: shawn king <shmiki105@yahoo.com> Subject: Delivered from The Darkness 1 ****************************** Copyright 2010 Shawn K. This story is absolutely fiction. Any and all similarities to people, dead or alive, are purely coincidental. If you are not allowed by law to view this material, whether by age or another reason, please do not do so. Otherwise, as long as this material, regarding two young males barely under the age of 18 engaging in sexual activities, does not offend you, continue reading. Author's Notes: This series is some back story, and a slight tangent, on a character in a novel I'm currently writing. It's a fantasy story that takes place in a world called Ereque (air-ri (like the start of Rick) -quay). The main character resides in the city of Roama (row-amma (like mamma)), the capital of the Emeraldian Empire. Other than a few concepts, our worlds are very similar. Also, since it seems to be my strong point, there will be fight scenes throughout the series, but I will make sure that none of them get too graphic. So enjoy! ****************************** Delivered from The Darkness Chapter 1 "Well, it's another day at E-cad for me." Izzy thought grimly. He was currently in the middle of the school's parking lot, surrounded by dozens of his classmates. One in particular, Damien Grimwauld, had challenged Izzy to a fight. This was because earlier in the day, Izzy had tripped Damien on purpose, though only Izzy knew that. He had done it because Damien walked around like he owned the place and treated everyone like shit. "Fight! Fight! Fight!" chanted everybody forming the circle. Izzy could care less about these fools and their desire for bloodshed. He just wanted to go home. As Izzy and Damien slowly circled each other, Damien said "I'm gonna totally knock Mr. Number 1 down a few pegs!" Izzy sighed as he heard that name. Though he was the top student in his year at the Emeraldian Academy, it was only because he was born with abnormally fast cognitive skills. Skills which let him process situations and problems at speeds far above even those at E-cad. So in his opinion, this would be a piece of cake. Izzy and Damien raised their fists and Izzy wondered how this lanky kid with greasy, jet black hair even managed to get into E-cad. It was a government academy formed to nourish the children of the country's best and brightest, and almost always spawned revolutionary scientists or beloved politicians. Izzy snapped back to reality as Damien threw a punch. Izzy deflected it with his hand and proceeded to smash his palm into Damien's chest. Damien stumbled backwards a bit, regained his composure, and ran forward, attempting a sliding kick in his faded jeans. Izzy managed to jump over him, but was met with a strong blow to the base of his skull when he landed. As Izzy dropped to all fours, the crowd got even more excited. "Bet you're used to that position, huh faggot?" Damien said with obvious venom. Izzy replied with a simple "Fuck you." Damien struck out with his foot. Izzy flipped himself over and barely dodged the kick. He retaliated by lashing his own foot out and made contact with Damien's chin. Damien was in the air for a second before he smashed back onto the ground with the wind knocked out of him. Izzy got up, dusted himself off and could tell that Damien wouldn't be messing with him for a while. At this point the crowd started to disperse, amazed that Izzy had managed to beat Damien. They had always thought that he was a pacifist and absolutely harmless. As Izzy started walking away, his friend Jolene skipped through the remainder of the crowd towards him and said "Damn, I keep forgetting how epic of a fighter you are!" Izzy blushed and responded "Well, you know that I don't really have a social life, and the exhaustion from the practice makes me feel better." "Yeah, yeah. Hey, you know you definitely need a haircut? A sixteen year old boy shouldn't have hair long. And I SWEAR that it's a total dye job!" Izzy gave a laugh and said "You're just jealous that these platinum blonde locks aren't yours!" Jolene ruffled his hair and dragged him to her car. Izzy watched Jolene's brunette hair bounce as she walked, he knew why she always attracted the other boys. Jolene was an eternally kind soul, and her early large, development didn't hurt either. Izzy smiled as he remembered when he first met her. ---------------------------------------------------- It was sixth grade and Izzy had just transferred into Jolene's Biology class, the smell of formaldehyde permeated the room. They were partnered up for the frog dissection that was happening that day. Izzy took his seat at the black table next to her and gave a weak smile. He was shy as a child, but tried his best to be friendly. Jolene started talking and Izzy began to grow less shy. As the class went on, Izzy and Jolene grew closer and closer, and eventually had lunch later that day. At lunch, Izzy wasn't sure where to sit until he saw Jolene waving him over to her table. She usually sat with the other popular girls, and when Izzy sat down the others left. He felt dejected until Jolene offered him her last cookie and apologized for the other girls. Izzy took the cookie and hugged her. Afterward, they were inseparable. ---------------------------------------------------- While they were in Jolene's hybrid SUV, Izzy turned the radio to some station that played mostly indie rock. Both him and Jolene sang the lyrics to the song that was playing. As the song ended Izzy stared out the window at the open expanse of the sky. He wished he could be a bird and just enjoy absolute freedom. It was about ten minutes later that Jolene dropped Izzy off at his home with a smile good-bye. The house was a simple blue, two bedroom, two and a half bathroom townhouse. The front yard wasn't big, but had a willow tree and stone steps leading to the street's concrete sidewalk. Izzy walked up the stairs slowly, waiting for his mother to pop out and smother him. Surely enough his mother did burst through the door and hugged him tightly, so tightly that he began seeing stars dance in her red curls. He knew that she only got like this when he was in trouble and prepared for the onslaught when she released him. "ISSAC MARCUS GRENADIER!" she yelled, her piercing green eyes trapped him and tore through his soul. "How DARE you make me worry?! I had just gotten a call from Gina, who's daughter said that you were in a fight!" Izzy stood there, knowing that she was only doing this out of love. "So, why the devil were you fighting?" she asked impatiently. "Well, I accidentally tripped Damien Grimwauld, and he always acts so uppity, so he just went off on me after school." With a sigh his mother said "I'm just glad you're okay. And no more fights, you hear me?!" Izzy smiled with relief and said "Yes, mom. I won't get into anymore fights." "Good. I'm going to go prepare dinner, go do your homework sweetie." Izzy nodded and followed his mother into the house. He turned right and went up the stairs straight into his room. The room was fairly large and open. Izzy had a king sized bed with purple comforters and pillows, two nightstands next to the bed, a flat screen HDTV mounted on the wall, and a computer desk with the latest laptop from some reputable computer company. He finished his homework quickly and then lay down on his bed. He took out his MP3 player and put in his headphones. Izzy placed it on shuffle and shut his eyes. Izzy knew what was coming, the darkness always came when he was alone. He thought back to when Damien called him 'faggot,' Izzy knew that he was gay, but he was so afraid of what it meant. He'd seen the reports of those radicals who swore that all gay people where doomed to hell, and then those stories about all of those kids who tragically cut their lives short. The darkness enveloped Izzy as he fell asleep thinking he would end up like that. He dreamed that a berserk horse was chasing him through an inescapable desolate valley. He would stumble and fall, but still managed to evade the horse. Eventually Izzy ran into a faceless man a little taller than him. The man calmed the horse for Izzy and place him upon it. As Izzy gained control over the horse he started enjoying himself more and more. As he rode the horse, dark clouds started forming overhead. Lightning suddenly struck not five feet from Izzy and the horse. The horse bolted and Izzy was left on the ground. Izzy stood up and lightning began striking closer and closer to him. Just when Izzy thought he was about to be struck, the faceless man tackled him out of the way. They got up and the man took a defensive stance in front of Izzy. Izzy began to calm and knew that this faceless man wouldn't let anything hurt him. Izzy bolted upright in his bed. He had broken out in a cold sweat sometime during his dream. The digital clock on his one nightstand read 7:45PM and Izzy wondered why his mother hadn't waken him for dinner. Izzy fixed his black t-shirt and headed downstairs. He saw a note on the kitchen's island and started reading it. The note read: "Sorry I had to leave sweetie, the hospital called me in. I finished dinner and left you a plate in the microwave. Love, Mom." Izzy opened the microwave and pulled out a plate of roast beef and mashed potatoes. He listlessly ate his dinner in silence and trudged back up to his room. He powered up his laptop, and with a few choice double-clicks after it loaded, selected a video from his secret porn stash to use to help him jerk off. He stood up from his chair and dropped his pants, revealing his light blue boxers underneath. He watched the taller red headed guy and his brunette boyfriend making out. Izzy rubbed his cock through his boxers and felt himself hardening. By the time the guys in the video were sixty-nining, Izzy had his 6.5" cock out and was jacking off at a slow rhythm. Izzy paused in his endeavors to remove his boxers and lubed up his finger with some nearby hand lotion. Izzy shuddered as he felt his finger skim over his hole and gasped when he entered himself. Izzy was moaning loudly now as he got closer and closer to his climax. His squeals and groans accompanied those in the video. The boyfriends were just about to fuck, and Izzy was so close. Izzy was just glad that he had miraculously made it through half of this forty minute video without blowing his load once. However, as soon as the red head penetrated his boyfriend, Izzy came with great force. His ass muscled clamped around his finger as cum shot into his hair, mouth, and onto his chest. As Izzy came down from his orgasm, and swallowed his own sweet cum, he realized that he needed to get everything clean. He wiped himself with his shirt and threw his dirty clothes into a hamper in the corner. Izzy then climbed into bed and was once again assaulted by the darkness. It always threatened to hurt him through himself. He knew that it would never go away, but hoped that maybe somebody could keep it at bay. This time, memories of his dearly departed father rose into his mind. Izzy had had a special bond with his father, and missed him so much. Izzy knew that he couldn't just kill himself, and it was because of his father. Izzy saw suicide as giving up, and he father had always told him to "Never give up and never back down!" and Izzy didn't want to disappoint his father. He just wished that he was still here, and hadn't been killed in that laboratory explosion.... ****************************** So that was Chapter 1! I hoped you liked it, and you can send any and all comments to Shmiki105@yahoo.com. I don't check my e-mail all that regularly though, so it may take me a while to respond to you. But I do want to say that I know that kids feel like Izzy does. If you, or somebody you know feels like that, try to understand that there's nothing wrong with you in the slightest, no matter how you identify yourself. It kills me inside to hear about all of those kids who commit suicide because they're getting bullied and feel all alone. You should know that it DOES get better, and I want you to know that you're not alone, there's always at least one person who will love you for who you are no matter what! Eventually you'll find more people who do, and you'll live and amazing life! If you ever just want to talk, or have some questions, send me an e-mail and I'll respond as soon as possible. And just for some reference, here's two sites dedicated to showing teens that it gets better. http://www.youtube.com/itgetsbetterproject http://www.thetrevorproject.org/