Date: Sun, 22 Feb 2004 18:24:16 +0000
From: Jason Parker <archangelmatthew72@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Angel: Part 3

Authors Note: Well blow me down! You guys are so nice. I've
decided to name the chapters starting now, so as
I promised you all, here is Part 3, otherwise known as `Enter
Damian'. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: All characters and events in this story are
purely fictional. All characters in this story are property
of me, use without asking permission may warrant castration
with a ladle, or punishment of a likewise severe degree. This
story contains a little homosexual somethin' somethin'. If
this offends you, do nor proceed. All readers under the age
of fourteen (14) must be accompanied by an adult or legal
guardian of the age of eighteen (18) to legally partake in
the following entertaining experience. Now, before we get
down to the story, I would just like to say that if you
actually read this legal disclaimer and actually believed any
of it, then you are a dumb shit. Besides, half of you are
probably sixteen (16) or under anyway, I certainly was when I
first started reading Nifty stories.
One last little thing before we start. If you're looking for
a quick way to get your nut, then look elsewhere, this story
is long and I mean LONG. Also, can I please ask all employees
to wash their hands before returning to the work place,
because whether or not that gives you a thrill, frankly that's
just nasty.
Well here we go then! (Finally!)

* * *

Enter Damian

	Two days had passed since Matt and Tom had left, and
Jason had divided his time between swimming, eating, sleeping
and working out in a small gym he'd discovered.
	Needles to say, Jason felt like he was slowly going out
of his mind.
	At this time, he was sprawled on the steps of the pool,
his lower half submerged in the soothing waters, his arms
stretched out on either side of him. As he relaxed, he
thought about the past few days and the place he found
himself in. Every morning, after sleeping naked with his
cloths in a pile on the floor, Jason awoke to find the clean
and neatly folded by his bed. And as soon as he left his
room, when he came back, the bed was clean and made. He
hadn't managed to find any towels either, and they
disappeared from his room as well. But when he used the pool
or the gym, as soon as he was about to go, he'd notice a
towel hanging on one of the silver hooks where he was sure
there hadn't been one a moment before.
	"Man, this could be paradise..." he said aloud. "If
there was actually anything to do." He laughed. "They
certainly don't lead the most exciting lives, whoever they
are." He sighed, "talking to yourself again Jason. That's the
first sign of insanity." He giggled and slipped down into the
water up to his chest and dozed in the swirling steam.
He was broken from his revere by the faint sound of
shattering glass. He looked around him. Faint voices drifted
across the air.
	"Oh, just great. Now you're hearing voices, Jason. You
really are going crazy."
	There were several thuds from the walls and the voices
began to get louder. The lights suddenly shut off and Jason
sat upright. "Now I'm sure that's not in my mind."
	Just then Jason caught a particularly loud voice. It
didn't sound happy, "Search every room. Find him."
	There was a louder thud from the one of the doors behind
him and a heavy grinding sound as the door dragged open,
instead of the normal soft slide. Red light spilled out,
revealing the tip of a black machine gun barrel peering out
from the door, edging forward.
	That was all Jason needed to see. Before whoever it was
could turn and look into the room, Jason dived down into the
pool. As he swam down he thought to himself, 'Fuck that was
stupid! Where am I supposed to go now?' Just then he noticed
a faint glimmer of light from the side of the darkened pool
near the bottom. He swam towards it and discovered a small
tunnel cut into the marble, leading upwards. He pulled
himself quickly inside.
	His lungs started to get tight from lack of oxygen, and
he hauled himself up the tunnel. His head breached the water
and he found himself in a small, gently lit chamber. The
walls were rough-hewn marble, and he realized he was inside
one of the larger boulders by the pool.
	Again he heard the voice, strangely un-muffled by the
rock, "Find him. If he resists then kill him." There was the
soft thud of several booted feet on the marble by the pool. "I
want to be out of here before anyone returns."
	Jason pulled himself from the tunnel and crouched on the
ground, listening as the intruders scoured the place for him.
The ground behind him sighed as a panel slid over the tunnel,
sealing him inside.
"There's no sign of him anywhere, sir." Someone called out.
	Jason couldn't figure out how they had managed to miss
his cloths by the pool. He noticed a small slit in the rock
above his head and he strained his neck to look out. Several
people moved about the place, opening doors and shining red
flashlights inside rooms. They all carried machine guns and
were dressed in black, including flack jackets. All except
for one.
	He stood by the pool, quietly observing some expanding
ripples on the pool, still drifting from when Jason had dived
in. He exuded a commanding presence, and everyone around him
seemed to differ to him. The man stood stock still in a black
trench coat. The man was standing right in front of where
Jason had left his cloths. Jason looked at the ground. His
cloths were gone.
	The man raised his head and tilted it to the side so
Jason could see his eyes. They were like pits. Black, cold
and empty. He sniffed the air like a dog and his eyes flashed
blazing red and then returned to hollow dark black.
	"He's here. I can smell him."
	Jason sat back down on the ground nervously, and put his
hand out to steady himself. He gasped softly. His cloths were
neatly piled beside him on the ground.
	"Shh!" he heard.
	All noise in the room ceased. Jason panicked. He must
have heard Jason's gasp. Jason crouched again and peered out
of the slit. The man had his head cocked to the side. He
sneered and flashed a row of tiny sharp teeth.
	He took a few steps forward and raped his knuckle on the
nearest boulder. A hard sharp knock rang out. He took another
step and reached out and did the same to the next boulder.
Another sharp rap. The man walked between the larger boulders
and knocked on each one in turn, each time coming closer and
closer to Jason's boulder.
	"Fuck!" Jason whispered.
	The man whipped his head around and looked straight at
Jason through the small slit. He walked steadily towards
Jason's hiding place, casually tapping stones as he went.
Only Jason's boulder remained, and he moved with careful
deliberation towards it, fist outstretched.
	"Matt!" Jason called out with his thoughts. "If you can
here me, you better fucking hurry up!" He concentrated on
Matt's name and repeated it in his head.
	An explosion rocked the room and blinding white light
poured into the room. Jason fell back from the slit, covering
his face with his arms.

	Jason stood again and peered out of the slit. Chunks of
blasted white marble littered the floor and light streamed in
through a gaping hole in the wall. It was so bright Jason
could not bring himself to look directly at it. The intruders
lay sprawled on the floor in various uncomfortable looking
positions. There was no sign of the man who had been bout to
discover Jason.
	There was movement behind the light, and Jason made out
a figure approaching. Some one stepped through the hole in
the wall and stood amongst the rubble. 'Fuck. What now?' He
thought.

* * *

	"Jason?" a voice called out. "Jason?"
	"Matt?" Jason called back.
	"Jason, we're leaving."
	"Um... I'm sorta stuck in here."
	"Just walk out."
	"Matt, that's the problem. The tunnel sealed itself an
there are no doors." Jason shouted out impatiently.
	Matt chuckled.
	"It's not funny Matt! Get me out of here."
	Matt sighed, "Place your hand on the rock and walk
forwards."

	Jason did as he was told and placed his hand on the
rock. It slid right through. Jason was about to walk through
when he felt a sudden chill on his skin.

	Matt waited for a few seconds and was about to go help
Jason out when he called back out from the boulder.
	"Umm... Matt?"
	"What?" he sighed.
	"I'm not wearing anything."
	"Wrap the towel around yourself. You can get dressed
later; we really need to hurry now. This place will be
swarming in a few minutes."

	Jason grabbed his clothes from the floor, "What tow--?"
Jason stopped mid sentence as he noticed a towel folded
neatly beside him.
	"How the hell does he do that?!" Jason exclaimed to
himself.
	A few seconds later Jason emerged from the boulder and
rushed over to Matt, a towel wrapped around his waist and his
cloths tucked in a bundle under his arm.
	"Boy am I glad to see you!" Jason smiled.
	"I came as soon as I heard the alarms." Matt turned to
walk out the gaping hole in the wall
	"Thanks. What happened to the guy with the eyes?"
	Matt stopped and turned to face Jason. "What guy?" His
eyes darted around the room and he sniffed the air. "Damian"
he whispered. Then turning to Jason, "Run down the hall and
go out the door at the end. Get in the back of the car."
	Jason hesitated then caught the look in Matt's eyes and
dashed off down the corridor. He pushed open the door and ran
out, gasping in the sudden cold air. The snow bit into is
bare feet as he ran to a waiting, silver SUV with tinted
windows, and hauled himself into the back seat.
He rubbed his numb feet and breathed in the warm perfumed air
of the car. "What is with this guy and lilies?" he asked out
loud.
	Just then, Matt came running out of the building and
leapt into the driver's seat. He slammed his foot on the gas
and sped off.
	They were speeding down a long hill track, bordered on
both sides by tall pine trees. Jason just noticed a small
stone marker that read '35a', when the van shifted forward
suddenly in the snow, as the trees rocked and an explosion
rumbled down the hill. Jason looked out of the back window to
see flames leaping up into the sky from where the building
had been.
	"Well that's a bitch." Jason commented.
	"What?" mat asked glancing at him in the rear-view
mirror.
	"They just blew up your house. Aren't you pissed?" Jason
asked in surprise.
	"I did that." Matt looked at him in the mirror again and
grinned, 	"And it wasn't my house either."

	They had driven a while in silence, when Matt called
over his shoulder to Jason. "You know, you can get dressed
now."
	Jason looked down at himself and realized he was still
just wearing the towel, he blushed and started pulling on his
boxers. As he was pulling on his T-shirt, he glanced at the
mirror noticed Matt watching him. Matt quickly returned his
focus to the road.
	Thoughts raced through Jason's head as he pulled on his
sweatshirt. Had Matt been checking him out in the mirror? For
some reason, his heart pulsed with excitement.
	When he was done, he sat in silence for a few minutes,
watching the trees flashing by, until...
	"Jason?"
	"Yeah?"
	"Come here."
	Jason leaned forward so his head was between the front
seats.
	"What?" he asked.
	Matt reached out and stuck his hand in front of Jason's
face as it began to glow with light. Jason slumped back into
his seat, fast asleep.

* * *

	"Jason."
	Someone was shaking him.
	"Jason wake up."
	Jason opened his eyes. Matt was standing by the car
door, gently shaking him. When he saw he was awake, he turned
and began walking away. Jason leapt out of the car and looked
groggily about him. They were stopped outside of a small
roadside motel. It didn't look like much. Jason ran and caught
up with Matt as he headed towards the office. "I wish you'd
stop doing that hand thing." He glared at Matt.
	"Sorry." Matt said as he pushed open the door.
	He walked over to the desk and rang a small silver bell.
A blond, freckled 19 year-old guy dashed out from a back
room.
	"Hi, Jimmy" Matt greeted him
	"Matt!" He shouted excitedly, seeing who it was. "I
haven't seen you in like fifty years! What are you doing herŅ"
	He stopped short when he noticed me and quickly composed
himself. He looked at Matt and Jason heard his voice, "Sorry,
I didn't reali--"
	"No Projections" Matt interrupted.
	Jimmy looked at Matt curiously, then shrugged. "Well,
what can I do for you?" he asked casually.
	"I need a clean-up crew at site 35a, it was compromised,
and we need a room."
	Jimmy smiled and glanced at me, "How far you taking this
one?"
	"All the way." Matt smiled back at him.
	'Uh oh!' Jason thought. 'That sounded like he's gonna--
Surly he's not going to rape--'
	"So which one requested him then?" Jimmy asked as he
reached for the key to room number seven off the key rack.
	'Is this some sort of sex workshop?'
	"Actually, all of them did," Matt said.
	'Oh fuck! It's one of those group things!' Jason
realized with a shock.
	Jimmy almost dropped the key and stared at Jason. "So
you're the one everyone's talking about!"
	Matt suddenly cleared his throat and took the key from
Jimmy's hand. "We should be going." He grabbed Jason, who had
been edging away, towards the door.
	As soon as Matt touched his arm, Jason felt all
resistance in him melt, and he could do nothing to stop Matt
from guiding him out the door and then down to room number
seven.

* * *

	Matt unlocked the door and pushed Jason through. The
room was just like any you might expect to find at a motel,
dingy, dark, one bed, one bathroom, one lamp and one closet.
Matt closed the door behind them and pulled Jason towards the
closet. He threw back the door and white light cascaded
outwards, illuminating the room with sudden starkness. Matt
walked Jason up to the closet and then paused.
	"Hey, Jason?"
Jason turned to face Matt and encountered his glowing hand in
front of his face.
	"Aw, fuck! Not agai--"
But it was already too late. Matt caught Jason in his arms as
he slumped over, fast asleep. Matt hefted his weight in his
arms and stepped forwards into the closet. The doors swung
silently shut behind him.

* * *

	OK, recap. Jason's had a brief encounter with the people
out to get him and man they're weird! But who is this creepy
'Damian' fellow and why does he want Jason dead so badly?
Matt's come back though, and Jason is starting to realize
that there's more to him than meets the eye. But by god is
that snazzy little hand trick starting to piss him off!
	As always, drop me a line at
ArchangelMatthew72@Hotmail.com. I'm sorry if you didn't like
this one, I'll try and do better next time. If you're one of
those people who have hated this from the start, I don't know
why you keep coming back for more... you must have a really
twisted sense of fun. The fact is though, too many other people
have contacted me and shown their appreciation for the story
and I can't let them down. The show must go on. Keep your heads
up for Part 4, I'll be introducing some more characters, and
there may be a few revelations.