Date: Fri, 13 Dec 2002 22:48:32 -0800 (PST)
From: mike b <scuba_mick@yahoo.com>
Subject: Prophetic chapter 1

Disclaimer:

Hey everyone this is my first real attempt at posting a decent story on
Nifty, so I hope you like it. It does contain graphic sex and violence so
if your under 18 (which some of you readers probably are) I have to tell
you that you should be elsewhere etc. But whatever the decision is
ultimately yours. There isn't a heap of sex in this chapter but then the
story really isn't about the sex, I'm sure you will find something to peak
your interest, but if your after a story to which you can just blow and go
you wont find it here. Anyway sit and back and please enjoy:

P.S. Feel free to send comments on the story to scuba_mick@yahoo.com
Flames will be ignored J

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PROPHETIC
By scuba_mick


Chapter 1: "Asleep"


The cool night air tingled against the man's burning skin. He had been
running for so long.

He could still feel them behind him. He turned around to look and sure
enough they were closing on him. He couldn't see their faces; they were
covered by long dark robes. All he could see were their hands and the long
gleaming knives they held.

He hadn't been doing anything wrong, just cruising, looking for a bit of
fun before bed. In his six years of visiting this park for sex, he had
never encountered any trouble nor had there been any bashings. But these
guys weren't just bashers, they were something else entirely.

He couldn't believe how much stamina these guys had. He was a long-
distance runner and was beginning to feel tired, but these guys, these
freaks, were not slowing down for a second. He couldn't run anymore. He had
to stop just for a minute. They were still a ways behind him, and he could
stop for a second to catch his breath and keep running. But before he could
even act on the thought, his legs cramped up and he collapsed.  He tried to
get up but he couldn't, his fear and the increasing pain in his legs had
him paralysed. Then he saw the figures stop running they walked up to him
slowly and looked down at his quaking form.

He looked up at the three figures surrounding him. "Who the hell are you
people?" he said, fear and exhaustion filling his voice.

"The True Way has come to purge you and your kind," said the lead figure as
he crouched down and raised his knife.

"Why are you doing this to me?" he asked as he looked up at the figure,
tears filling his eyes.

"Because," began the robed man, "you're a filthy faggot." With that he
slammed the knife into the man's heart.

* * *

Seth stared out of the second-story window and down at the beautiful
crystal clear waters lapping onto the sand. The water here was perfect; in
fact everything here was perfect, from the beach house to the beach itself.

Seth had never felt happier. He was warm and comfortable and didn't have a
care in the world. Seth felt a warm smooth hand touch his bare shoulder; he
turned around and looked into a pair of deep brown eyes, his eyes.  Seth
smiled at him, and he returned the smile, and then they hugged. It may have
just been a hug but it was so filled with passion and intensity, Seth had
never felt anything like it. They broke from the embrace and looked into
each other's eyes, then he spoke. "You know, Seth," he said, "when I kiss
you it will make temperatures soar to 35 degrees. Yes, we are in for a hot
one today, people!"

Seth bolted up with a start and took a minute to get his bearings. He was
in his room, in bed, soaking in sweat and, he thought as he looked down at
his clock radio, incredibly late for work.

* * *

As Seth walked to the bus stop he couldn't shake the feeling the dream had
left him with. This was the third night in a row that he had had a dream
with this "dream guy" in it. Each dream seemed to be a continuation of the
previous one and they all seemed utterly real.

The best word Seth could think of to describe these dreams was intense; it
was as if he was actually there. He could feel the warmth of the room, the
breeze from the open window and even the sensation of a fly settling on his
skin. Seth just couldn't shake the feeling that these were more than just
dreams they just felt so damn real.

The sounds of voices as Seth approached the bus stop brought him out of his
train of thought. "Terrible, just terrible," said an old man.  "There
hasn't been a murder in this area for 30 years." The old man had been
talking to a woman who was staring sadly at a newspaper. The lady put the
paper down and continued to talk softly to the old man as Seth approached
the bench. Seth picked up the now-abandoned paper and looked at the
headline: MAN STABBED IN ANSION PARK, it said.

Seth knew Ansion Park very well. it was the most popular beat in the city
and it also happened to be in a very safe - well, safe up until now - area
of the city. Seth had always known Ansion Park to be incredibly safe.  He'd
been going there for three years now, since he was seventeen, and never had
any trouble, except from the odd old man who wouldn't take no for an
answer. Still, Seth thought it would be best to just take the night off
from cruising the park just to be safe.

Seth rushed through the automatic doors of Galaxy Electrical and saw his
manager standing at the empty reception desk, Seth's empty reception desk.
Seth looked at his manager, a tall imposing bearded man, who began to
speak.

"Save it Seth, this is the second time this week you have been late, please
try to be on time tomorrow," said his manager.

"No worries, sir, just been having trouble sleeping lately," replied Seth.

His manager nodded understanding and walked off. Seth walked around his
desk and sat down on his chair. Because he had been late the phones had
been diverted to the store's cashier desk, a large desk that reminded Seth
of a control room from some sci fi show.

Seth diverted the phones back to him and just as he did so it rang.  "Good
morning, Galaxy Electrical. Seth speak--"

Before he could finish a chirpy voice cut him off. "Late for work again,
Sethie?" It was Moira, Seth's best friend.

"Hey, Moira! What's happening?" said Seth, a smile spreading on his face.

"Not much darling," replied Moira. "Just wondering if you want to come over
and watch some DVD's. I've got Buffy Season Five!" said Moira excitedly.

"Yeah, sure thing," replied Seth. "I'll come around about seven."

"Cool. See you then, dear." With that Moira hung up.

After that, Seth's day became incredibly uneventful. He kept drifting off
and thinking about his dreams. He hoped that he would have another one
tonight. He had to. In these dreams Seth wasn't lonely like he was in real
life. He felt connected and loved by someone and that was a Feeling he had
to keep experiencing.

At lunch, Seth grabbed a newspaper, sat down in the staff kitchen and
looked over the front page. MAN STABBED IN ANSION PARK, the headline
screamed at him. Seth began to read the article.

"Police and local residents were shocked earlier this morning when the body
of a young man was found in the middle of Ansion Park. The young man,
Matthew Lyncher, 26, was stabbed once through the heart by a large serrated
knife and probably would have died instantly. There hasn't been a murder in
the Ansion area for over 30 years, and Ansion is considered the safest area
in the city. Police are urging caution to anyone living near the park and
police patrols will commence as of tonight."

The article then went on to talk about how the Police had begun checking
their databases for any serial killers with the same MO and that an
investigation was already underway.

Seth looked at the picture of Matthew Lyncher and Seth recognized him.
Seth had seen Matthew at the park a number of times whilst cruising. In
fact he remembered they had gotten together a few months ago. Matthew had
ridden Seth's cock like a madman. Seth felt a great deal of sorrow for the
guy and his family and he hoped and prayed that this wasn't the beginning
of something worse.

* * *

They were kissing. His hands were roaming all over Seth's body. Seth
couldn't wait to get naked. He had to get taken by this guy now. Seth
pulled his lover's shorts down along with his own and straddled him.  His
lover's hands roamed his chest and toyed with his nipples as Seth stroked
and milked the pre-cum-soaked cock beneath him. Seth positioned his lover's
cock at his arse and sank down on it in one fluid motion, eliciting a moan
from the guy beneath him. He squeezed the cock tightly with his arse and
then began to ride.

Seth looked into the smiling face of his lover. "Seth? Oh, Sethie, would
you wake up already?"

Seth's eyes shot open and he looked into the smiling face of Moira. The
redhead's face was inches away from his own.

Moira moved away allowing Seth to sit up on her bed. "Exciting dream, huh?"
asked Moira with a devilish grin as she looked at Seth's crotch.

"Hey, um, yeah," said Seth as he quickly covered the eight-inch boner
sticking up in his jeans with his hands.

"You should probably head home you know take care of that," said Moira with
a giggle.

"What time is it?" asked Seth, still kind of out of it.

"Ten-thirty," replied Moira.

"Yeah, I better go," said Seth. "I really don't want to be late for work
tomorrow".

* * *

In Ansion Park things were going great for Tom Ridley. "Oh, yeah, fuck me
harder stud!" he exclaimed.

"Yeah, you like my fat cock sliding right up your hot arse?" asked his
trick.

"Yeah, it's so damn big! Oh, fuck me harder!" cried Tom.

Suddenly Tom felt something warm splatter onto his bare back. The guy
couldn't have cum on him. He was still buried deep within Tom. Tom felt the
guy collapse onto his back, more of the wet warmness spread out over
him. He pulled off the guy's now softening cock "Hey, you alright back
there?" asked Tom as he did so.

Just before he could fully pull off, the trick's body slumped off Tom's
back and what fell before Tom's eyes was unbelievable. Tom felt the
presence of another person - make that three other people - surrounding
him.

Tom looked at the three hooded figures. One was in front of the other two.
Tom couldn't see their faces but he did hear the lead figure speak.  "The
True Way has come to bless you before we send you to hell." And that was
the last thing Tom Ridley heard before his throat was cut.

* * *

Seth turned the lamp on in his room and opened his window to let some of
the cool night air in. He looked quickly out at the stars before stripping
down to his jockey shorts and climbing into bed. Seth turned off his lamp
and, with a big smile on his face, put his head down on the pillow and
drifted off.

* * *

The robed figure looked up at the clear night sky. "My brothers, isn't it
beautiful? God had a clear view of our efforts this night." He looked at
the other two, a smile creeping onto his face. "The Reverend will be very
pleased," he continued. "Dump the bodies. I will go tell the Reverend of
our achievements."

"Do you not want the bodies to be found as an issue of warning?" asked one
of the subordinate robed figures.

"No, I do not. We don't want the local law enforcement putting a stop to
our activities. Weight the bodies and dump them in the river. Let them
become food for the parasites," said the Leader before turning away and
walking off.

* * *

Seth's legs were raised on his lover's shoulders. His lover took him
deeply, exploring Seth with his thick cock. Seth arched his back and
dragged his fingers down his lovers back. He couldn't believe the pleasure
he was experiencing.

Seth opened his eyes and looked up at his lover. They smiled at each
other. They were so much in love, Seth had never been happier.

Suddenly Seth became aware of another presence in the room, three hooded
figures stood at the edge of the bed and one of them had a long serrated
knife.

Seth screamed, but his lover couldn't hear him. He tried to get up, but he
couldn't move and then he saw the Robed figure with the knife move closer
and the knife come down. Seth tried to push his lover out of the way but he
couldn't move; he was frozen. He screamed again but nothing came out. And
then Seth saw the Robed figure draw the knife and lunge at his lover's
back.

Seth bolted upright in bed, his dark brown hair matted with sweat, his body
shaking with fear and his blue eyes filled with tears. Seth knew he
wouldn't have any trouble getting up for work in the morning, because he
wouldn't be going back to sleep.

Seth had been up all night. He hadn't been able to shake off the dream.  It
had been just as real as all of the others. He kept telling himself that
they were only dreams, that they couldn't be anything more than that.  But
then, Seth wondered, why have I been having dreams with same guy in it
night after night and why the hell was he killed in this one. And what was
up with the robed figures?

Seth looked at the clock and realised it was already 8:30. He wouldn't be
able to make it to work before ten. Seth called in sick, much to his
manager's displeasure, rang up Moira, and asked her to take the day off and
meet him at Java Joe's for a coffee, or in his case, tea.

About an hour and half later Seth was in one of the comfy lounges sipping
on some English Breakfast and telling Moira the details of all the dreams
he had been having, including the horrifying one he had had last night.

"Seth, these dreams aren't real," said Moira, concern full on her face.
"They are just dreams. Maybe its just a representation of something that's
going on in your life, something that, you know, maybe you're not telling
me about?" she continued.

"No, Moira, I swear there isn't anything going on, but these dreams make me
feel like nothing else in the world and the one I had last night, it just
felt like a warning, but it was so real I cant explain it!"  exclaimed
Seth.

"Well, Seth, I don't know what else to say," said Moira, stroking his hair
tenderly. "Wait and see what happens tonight. If you have another dream
with this dream guy or these robed fellas, then i'd say there might very
well be something going on, but just take it easy lets do some shopping and
get your mind away from it all." And with that the two of them paid their
bill and headed to the shopping plaza, however Seth just couldn't shake the
feeling that the dream he had had last night was only the beginning.

Seth washed his hands and looked at himself in the bathroom. It was still
so vivid in his mind, looking up at his lover's face, his brown eyes, his
olive skin. He remembered the absolute pleasure he felt and then the
absolute terror.

Seth shook it off and headed back out to meet Moira. He found her at a
railing near the escalators, checking out a couple of cute guys going down
to the lower level. Seth smiled and came up behind her and glanced down.

"What are you looking--" He froze in mid-sentence and the smile disappeared
from his face. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.

Moira turned around, concern filling her features. "What? What is it?"  she
asked.

All Seth could do was point. Moira looked down in the direction he was
pointing in and saw a young man about 25 with brown hair, brown eyes and
olive skin. She looked back at Seth puzzled.

"What's wrong?" she asked matter-of-factly.

"That's him," Seth replied, fear filling his voice. "That's the guy from my
dreams."

To Be continued....