Date: Tue, 28 Oct 2008 20:11:23 -0400
From: X X <thewriter_x@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Brotherhood #13 {X} {MM College & Sci-Fi/Fantasy} [13!?]

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hell are you here?  Do yourself a favor and leave before you read something
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The Brotherhood
Chapter XIII


      I took a deep breath.  I knew I had to say something because the tape
recorder was still going.  No matter how hard or long I looked at it, I
knew it wasn't going to suddenly shut off.  It wanted my story.

	Truth-be-told, it really wasn't a big deal.  Well, it was to me of
course, but I don't think anyone else could truly appreciate where I was
coming from.  It's much easier to relate to what Ant went thru as opposed
to my fucked up past.

	"Jacob..."

	"How would you feel if you woke up one day and didn't know who you
were or where you came from?"  Ant gave me a blank stare.  He moved his
lips as if to say something but nothing came out.  Maybe he thought it was
a riddle or some sort of trick question that actually had a correct answer.
Maybe he just didn't know what to say.  Either way, the question obviously
took him by surprise.  I laughed softly.

	 "Don't worry Ant, it was rhetorical.  It's funny..."  I trailed
off.

	"Uh...what's funny?"  Ant questioned, confused as all hell.

	"I've told this story dozens of times while growing up.  Each time
I've stumbled over the beginning.  It's no different now.  I feel like I'm
twelve again and the barrage of psychologists I suffered thru as a child
are all sitting inside that tape recorder, asking about feeling I still
can't explain."

	The word "psychologists" threw Ant off.  The look on his face made
it as clear as day.  I don't think he was expecting to hear that come out
of my mouth, most people don't.  I rubbed my eyes - not because they held
tears or sleep - I was stalling.

	I looked at the recorder and sighed. "I...I don't remember my
childhood."  It was as good of a beginning as any.

	"Okay." Ant offered.  "That's not really a big deal.  Hell, I
barely remember mine either.  On a good day, I only recall bits and pieces.
I'd say that's pretty normal."

	"You don't understand, Ant.  I don't remember anything; not my
parents, siblings, cousins, or friends.  Not a single thing."  I paused for
a moment, the horror of my reality creeping up on me like a stalker in the
night.

	 "I don't even remember my name."  My throat tightened and I
swallowed hard.  The emotions were flooding back.  I pressed my fingers
against my eyes again.  This time it was to stop the tears.

	"Huh?" Ant was lost, not that I blame him.  Like I said, I've never
been good at telling this story.  It's hard to start at the beginning when
you don't remember it.

 	"What are you talking about?  Your name is Jacob."

	"Is it?"  My laugh was sharp and sarcastic.  "My name could be
Billy Bob and I wouldn't know.  The first ten years or so of my life are a
complete blank.  It's all a fucking mystery.  My life really didn't start
until nine years ago.  I was born into the body of a ten year old.
Embarrassing as it is, I honestly thought that's the way it worked.  I mean
I was just a kid who didn't know any better; a kid with no memories...no
memories at all."

	I paused for a moment, expecting some type of response from Ant.
He gave nothing - except his undivided attention.

	"I don't know what forced my eyes open that night nine years ago.
Was it the rain pounding my body, the roar of the thunder, the lightening
ripping thru the sky?"  I thought about it for a moment, leaving Ant
hanging on my every word.  "It was probably the screams.

	"Yeah, it was definitely the screams.  Oh my god the screams...I
can still hear them as clearly as you can hear me now.  They moved around
me like the wind."

	"They?"

	I shrugged.  "That's what I've grown to call them - 'They.'  The
faceless, shapeless figures I felt around me.  I don't know who was there,
but I know I wasn't alone.  Someone was barking orders, yelling in fact,
but I couldn't make out what he saying.  I remember hearing doors opening
and slamming shut...and sliding, like the side door of a van.  The rear
tires spun like crazy, kicking up a shit load of dirt and rocks.  It's the
last thing I remember before I blacked out.

	"I have no idea how long I was out, but when I woke up the smell of
exhaust was still in the air.  I was weak and exhausted, but I forced
myself onto my hands and knees.  My arms trembled under the weight of my
body.  Rain was coming down in sheets and it traveled the length of my
frame like a small stream.  I was sure I was going to collapse under the
weight of the raindrops.  It took a few minutes, but I managed to get my
wobbly legs under enough control to stand up.  For all intense purposes, I
was an infant taking his first steps."

	"The weight of my own form was alien to me.  I honestly didn't know
how to balance myself.  I stepped backward...no, actually I stumbled...into
a large oak tree.  That's when I realized I was in the woods.  It was dark
and I was alone.  'They' were gone."

	The old images of that night came back to me like a picture book in
my mind, every page flipping faster than the last, every image more
terrifying than the one before.  "I remember struggling to breath."

	Suddenly, I was ten again.  Without warning it happened again - a
switch flipped inside me and I was that boy.  That terrified little boy.  I
launched myself into the corner by the door, rocking mindlessly with my
arms around my legs and my head buried between my knees.  My heart pounded.
I was so scared.

	"No, no, please no," I begged to no one.  "Sorry.  I'm so sorry.
Please..."

	Ant was at my side in an instant, draping his arm over me like a
blanket.  "Jacob you're fine." He cradled me in his arms like a concerned
lover and pressed his lips to my ear.  "You're fine.  Listen to me.  Jacob,
you're here with me now.  Those woods are long gone."

	I shook my head and refused to look up.  I swear I could feel the
rain pelting my skin.  "No," I mumbled.  "If they knew I was sorry they'd
come for me...they'd love me again."

	Ant wasn't having it.  He positioned himself in front me, shook my
shoulders, and then forced my head up.  "Jacob, snap out of it!  You're not
that boy anymore, so let him go!"

	I felt my body tremble and suddenly the woods were gone.  I was
sitting back in the room with Ant, disorientated.  My nightmares quickly
fading back into the recess of my mind.  "What the fuck..."

	Ant smiled, wiping a tear that clung to my cheek.  "Welcome back
buddy."

	"What the fuck happened?"

	"I don't know, man.  You went all Sybil on my ass for a minute.
Granted, you're a more attractive Sybil, but still..."

	"Oh man, I'm sorry.  I can't believe that happened again.  It's
been so long since..."

	"Hey, don't worry about it, it's cool," he assured me as he leaned
back and propped himself up with his hands.

	We stared at each other for while, not a single word uttered
between us.  I wonder what could possibly be running thru his mind.  Was
his stare one of pity?  Did he see me as a little boy trapped in a man's
body?  I'd never had a flashback like that with a 'friend' in the room.  I
was so fucking embarrassed.
	"Maybe you should stop Jacob," Ant finally said.  "We can talk to
one of the brothers.  We'll just let them know this is not something you're
able to talk about right now.  If nothing else, I bet Q will understand.
He is your Big and all."

	His concern was truly touching and I'll be honest, I really wanted
to take him up on his offer.  I also wanted to be part of The Brotherhood,
and for that honor, I would suck it up and continue.  "Thanks, but I think
that's the point of this whole thing.  They want us to bond over the trauma
in our lives.  It'd be pointless otherwise, don't you think?"

	"I guess," he conceded.  "I just don't..."

	I gestured for him to drop it and with a simple look assured him
I'd be okay.  I did, however, take a moment to collect my thoughts.

	No, that's not true.  I used the moment to gather my courage.

	"I don't know how long I wondered around in those woods, stumbling
from one tree to the next with only the random lightening flashes to guide
me thru the dark.  Of course, I had no fucking clue where I was going.  It
didn't help that my senses were on the fritz.  My vision was blurry and I
recall having moments of pure blindness.  It lasted only seconds at a time,
but to a kid, every second spent in a black void is an eternity.  My
hearing was fucked as well.  Every sound was muffled, like trying to hear
something with your hands cupped over your ears.

	"Eventually I came across a clearing, with a faint light in the
shadow.  The rain was as relentless as ever, the wind cut thru me like a
knife.  I was standing in the backyard of a cabin, hidden still by the
trees and brush.  It didn't occur to me that this was my chance to get
help.  I just stood there fighting against the force of the wind.

	"The back door opened suddenly and a large man ran out into the
yard holding his jacket over his head.  There was a pile of wood stacked
high against the cabin and I saw the man trying to figure out a way he
could carry the wood while still holding the jacket over his head.  He gave
up rather quickly and just gathered the wood in his arms.  There must have
been a patch of mud or something because he slipped to one knee.  A single
piece of wood fell from his arm and rolled down towards me.  He said
something I couldn't make out, probably cursing, then gathered himself up
and went after the stray log.

	"The man was less than 2 feet away and eye level when he bent to
pick up the log, yet he never noticed me.  In fact, he was turning back to
the cabin when a series of lightening bolts lit up the forest - turning
night into day - and his life upside down.

      "There I stood.  This little, and apparently, very naked boy standing
an arms length away from him."

	"'Jesus Christ!' he yelled, falling back on his butt.  The logs,
once important enough to brave the heavy storm, now lay forgotten scattered
around him.  Needless to say, he freaked out.  'What in the world?'  Our
eyes locked on each other and for a moment, he was just as speechless as I
was.

      "'Angela!' he called out.  'Angela, get out here quick!'

      "My mom came rushing out of the cabin like it was on fire."

      Ant drew his brows together in confusion.  "Wait...your mom?"

      I smiled.  "Well, she wasn't my mom at the time.  That part came
later."

      Ant returned the smile and nodded with understanding.

      "So she ran out the cabin like a bat of hell and over to my dad in
the pouring rain in nothing but a t-shirt.  'Pat, what happened?  What are
you doing on the ground?  Are you hurt?  Are you okay?  Patrick, say
something!'

      "All my dad could do was point into the darkness.  It was like a
scene out of the movies.  Just as she looked in my direction, lightening
flashed and my pale form lit up like a glow stick.

      "'Holy Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!'  She yelled, falling back next to my
father with her hand over her mouth.  'It's a boy.'

      "'Yes, I kind of noticed that.'

      "'And he's naked,' my mom added.

      "'Yeah, I noticed that too.'

      "My mom just slapped him on the arm.  'Well, don't just sit there
like a dummy, give me your jacket!'  She really didn't give him a choice or
a chance to respond.  She was on her feet in seconds, ripping the jacket
off without a thought for his well being or need to stay dry.  She wrapped
the jacket around me and pulled it shut over my chest.  'Hey there little
guy.  What are you doing out here in the rain all by yourself?'"

      "Wait," Ant interrupted, "you don't remember anything from the first
10 years of your life, yet you remember every detail of this?"

      "Strange, but yes, I remember every detail of my first night.  I
remember the sights, the distorted sounds, the cold and the fear.  I
remember each puddle of mud, the rock that cut my foot and salamander that
crossed the path in front of me.  Believe it or not, I even remember the
individual lightening strikes and every expression of the adults around me.
I also remember that their words made no sense to me.  I heard the voices -
sort of - but the meaning behind them was completely foreign.  I guess I
was still out of it.  You know, shock and all.  So those details - the
words - come from my parents and the countless stories I've heard about the
night I came into their lives."

      I don't know if Ant actually believed me, but if he was skeptical at
all, he didn't show it.

      "Anyway, my mom asked if I wanted to go inside with her and get out
of the rain.  I didn't give her an answer one way or another, and that
opened the door for her to take charge.  She extended her hand slowly and
waited until I returned the gesture.  The warmth of her hand traveled thru
me like a live wire. Then, with my father still lying beside us on the
ground, she led me inside the cabin.

      " 'I'm Angela and the guy with the Flobee looking haircut is my
husband Pat," she pointed to my father who now stood dripping wet in the
doorway.  "Can you tell me your name, sweetie?'

      She was a blur to me, coming into focus for moments at a time as she
dried me off with a towel.  I could see her lips moving but her words
remained unfocused.  'Okay.  Can you tell me where you're from or where
your parents are?' She spoke gently, but with a worried smile.  'Pat, bring
me my kit and call Sheriff McGuyer.'

       My mom was...well, is...a brain surgeon.  Even as a young kid unable
to understand her words, I could tell she was used to taking control.  The
role of caretaker was a comfortable fit for her.  She spent forever giving
me an examination.  It was as thorough as a simple 'kit' would allow.  And
while she gently poked and prodded, I watch my father dial 911.

      "Because of the storm it took the cops and ambulance almost an hour
to reach the cabin.  In the meantime, they did everything they could to
make me feel comfortable.  My dad gave me one of his shirts and my mom
wrapped a clean towel around my waist.  They spent the entire time talking
to me and trying to get me to say something.  My mom even tried bribing me
with cookies.

      "I swear, the woman was evil!"  I laughed, remembering the look on
her face as I devoured the Oreos.  "In the end I won.  I didn't say
anything and still got the cookies.  Score!"

      Ant was now laughing with me.  "You dork!"

      "According to family lore, it took thirty or forty minutes to get me
to come out of my shell and become even the tiniest bit playful.  I have to
be honest, while I vividly remember the people and surroundings of that
night, my own emotions and reactions are a bit vague.  I do remember
getting better as far as my sight and hearing goes, though.  My mom was
kneeling in front of me, playing some kind of game, when I was suddenly
able to understand her."

      I paused for a moment, relishing the memory.  "I'll never forget her
smile when I suddenly put my hand on her face and said 'pretty.'  Years
later, when other mothers would brag about their child's first words being
'mama' or 'dada', my mom would smile and brag about this moment.

      "Now that I think about it, I can actually remember feeling relaxed.
I wasn't afraid anymore.  I didn't feel alone.  Unfortunately, it didn't
last very long.  In a blink of an eye, the room went from being just the
three of us to more than ten.  They were everywhere.  Paramedics and cops
swarmed around the cabin like a bunch of bees whose hive was whacked with a
stick.  Sure, I understand why it was like that now, but at the time, it
just seemed like a bunch of commotion for one little naked kid in the
woods.

      "I instantly locked up.  There was too much going on and way too many
people coming at me at once.  I was terrified all over again and my mom
clearly picked up on it.  For all their good intentions, the cops and
rescue team were just making a bad situation worse.  Again, my mom took
control.  She pointed to the man with a star on his chest and a guy holding
a bag similar to her 'kit.'

      "'You two stay,' she ordered, 'everyone else needs to leave.'

      "No one dared to argue with her.  And as they filed out, one-by-one
into the rain, I took her hand knowing she'd keep me safe.

      "The sheriff was actually pretty cool.  He tried to get me to open up
by being funny and cracking dumb jokes.  Looking back now, I know he was
working.  To his credit, he got me to smile once, but that was it.  I never
said a word about how I ended up in the woods with no clothes on.  His
tricky questions got him nowhere.

      "Eventually, they realized I didn't know the answers or I wasn't
ready to talk.  So they gave up and moved to step 2; the hospital.  I
refused to go with the paramedic, so my mom and dad drove me with Sheriff
MacGuyer acting as our police escort - sirens and everything.  That was
pretty cool."  I felt the smile of a ten-year-old boy take over my face.

      "The hospital staff treated me great.  They walked around quickly,
talked in hushed voices, and used the word 'trauma' a lot.  But whenever
they approached me, they looked me in the eye and smiled.  And my mom...who
was still just 'Angela' at the time...never left my side.  As long as her
warm hand was still holding mine, I was ok with them running their tests
and bandaging my cuts."

      I stopped and looked at the tape recorder.  That last statement
wasn't exactly true.  There was one test - one memory - I rarely mentioned
to anyone.  For a moment, I contemplated keeping it that way.  Who would
know possibly know?

      The Brotherhood, that's who'd know.

      "Okay, so the rape kit was a bit...invasive."  I spit it out quickly
and moved on.

      "As the hours passed, I became more and more relaxed.  Irene, the
social worker from child protective services showed up.  She was a short,
plump, black woman with lots of jewelry and a 'don't mess with me'
attitude.  I liked her the minute she hugged my mom.  Plus, it helped that
she was very protective of me from get the get go.  This was going to
happen her way and on my terms.  That was final.  It was fun to watch.  I
think that's why it was so easy for me to open up to her.

      "'What's your name sugar?' she asked me.

      "'I...I don't remember...'  I stumbled, afraid they were going to be
mad at me or think I was lying.

      "My mom's eyes filled with tears.  She says the look in my eyes and
the smallness of my voice broke everyone's heart.  They could tell right
away that I wasn't kidding or merely holding back.  I had no idea who I was
and that was very real.  Irene asked me about my parents, siblings, my age,
my home...everything except the actual events that lead up to that night.
It was all blank to me.  All I could describe were the sights, sounds and
smells of waking up in the woods.

      "This is the short version of what happen.  There were tons of
questions."

      "I bet," Ant interjected.

      "But it was pointless.  I couldn't remember shit.  They kept me in
the hospital for a few days under the guise of 'observation.'  My parents
stayed with me the entire time.  Irene and Sheriff McGuyer came by everyday
as well.  They actually became permanent fixtures in my life.  To this day,
I call them my aunt and uncle."

      I took a deep breath.  Was I rambling?

      "Anyway...ultimately, all my test results and scans came back normal.
There was no overt evidence of rape or physical abuse.  As far as my memory
goes, everyone believed that something so traumatic happened to me my brain
just shut everything out.  As far as the woods go, they had a team of
detectives and other local authorities search every inch of that place.
They didn't find much.  The only clue they had was a set of muddy tire
tracks and a bunch of footprints, but none of that led to anything solid.
Years later I discovered they actually found a grave."

      Ant gasped, "A grave?"

      "Yeah. The working theory is whoever put me in that van planned to
kill me and bury the body.  Obviously something spooked them - preventing
them from finishing the job - so they pretty much left me for dead."  I
stopped for a moment, zoning out completely, and then whispered, "I
should've died out there."

      "Luckily for us you didn't," Ant smiled and placed his hand on my
knee for reassurance.  "So what happened after all that?"

      "My face was plastered on every news paper, milk carton, plastic bag,
telephone pole across the state.  You couldn't turn on a news channel
without seeing my face every ten minutes; first locally then the story went
national.  You were too young to remember, but ask your parents about a boy
with no memory and I bet it rings a bell.

      "In the meantime my parents pulled some strings so I could stay with
them until I was claimed by my relatives.  Everyone was sure there was a
family out there worried sick about me.  Days turned into weeks and not a
single soul came forward.  Sure, there was the occasional nut case who
tried to claim me as their son.  Some even provided fake birth certificates
and ID's.  There was this one lady who got real close.  She actually had
pictures of me as a young child.  I remember everyone being relieved.
Finally, I would be going home to my family.  But something about the lady
didn't sit right with my mom and I obviously couldn't confirm or deny that
lady was my mom.

      "A whole bunch of shit happened, but it came down to the point where
I was about to be released into this lady's custody.  Just as my mom was
about to hand me over, she remembered where she'd seen this lady before.
Her son had died two years earlier in a hit and run accident.  My mom was
actually the specialist called into to operate on the kid, but there was
nothing she could do.  That kid and I looked very much alike, so when this
lady saw me on the news she truly believed I was her son.  She wasn't a bad
person really.  She simply couldn't let go of her son."

      "Wow...that's crazy!"

      "Yep," I nodded.  "All the crazy bullshit aside, no one ever came
forward.  No parents, aunts, cousins, siblings...no one."  The empathy was
as clear as day in Ant's eyes.  "You have no idea what that does to a
ten-year-old kid.  You feel so unloved; so unwanted.  You wonder how bad
you could be to make your family not want you anymore.  You have no one to
blame but yourself."

      "Jacob, what happened to you wasn't your fault," Ant offered.

      "I know that now, Ant.  Really I do, but try telling that to a scared
ten-year-old."

      I fell silent again and I think Ant sensed I was going to that 'bad
place' again...trapping myself in my memories.  So he continued to ask
questions to keep me focused and my mind moving forward.

      "You were adopted by the people who found you, huh?" he asked.

      "Uh..yeah," I responded in a daze, rubbing my eyes to clear my head.
"After being with them for a few months, they came to my room one night
while I was playing video games.  My mom motioned for me to sit by her on
the bed.  I was terrified.  I always figured it was only a matter-of-time
before they sent me on my way.  They'd say it was so I'd have a better shot
of finding a new family, but I knew they probably really just wanted their
life back.

      "My mom started talking and I couldn't even look up at her.  I was
ready to start balling but didn't want them to feel bad or guilty for
letting me go. I was the one abandoned.  It was my issue not there's.

      "'Jacob,' my mom said softly, lifting my head up by my chin.  'We've
been talking for the last few nights...actually, for the last few weeks
really....'  I couldn't hold back the tears.

      "'Hey sweetie, don't cry.  It's okay.'  She pulled me into an
embrace.  'We just want your permission to make you a permanent part of our
family.'

      "It seriously took minute for it to click.  'What?'

      "My mom smiled and brushed my tears away.  'We'd love to adopt you as
our son.  In our hearts, you are already part of our family.  We just want
to make it official.'

      "I jumped into their arms so suddenly I sent us all tumbling to the
floor.  We laughed our asses off.  I was on cloud nine.  It was the
happiest day of my life.  To have a family again meant more to me than
anything else in the world.  They made me so happy.

      "They tucked me in that night and as they left and wished me a
goodnight, I said to them for the first time, 'Night mom...dad...'

      "With the help of my aunt Irene the adoption process was quick and
painless.  And the day it became official, the adoption was never mentioned
again.  I was their son, plain and simple. Suddenly I had grandparents,
cousins, aunts and uncles treated me as one of their own.  I was treated me
like flesh and blood.  I was blessed.

      "That's not to say growing up didn't have its bumps here and there.
I went thru a string of shrinks, all in a quest to restore my lost
memories.  Nothing worked, not even hypnosis.  Eventually my parents
decided if I was ever to have a normal life all the tests, questions and
probing had to stop.  I, for one, was very relieved.

      "Eventually people forgot who I was, the milk carton pictures were
gone and I was able to settle into my life.  I went to school, made
friends, played sports, got in trouble and got grounded like all my other
friends."  I nodded with a smile.  "Life was good.  Life was normal."

      "Did your friends growing up know that..."

      "Nobody knows," I interjected before Ant could finish.  "Not even my
best friends growing up.  As far as everyone knew I was just another normal
kid from the block, you know?"

      "What about Alex?" he inquired.

      "Nope," I shook my head.  "She doesn't know either."  I knew his next
question before he even asked it.  "I know what you're going ask.  Why
don't I tell people?"

      Ant nodded and snickered.

      "Quite frankly because people are stupid," I laughed.  "The minute
they hear news like this they change.  You become vulnerable in their eyes
and they start handling you with kid gloves.  They think you're going to
break like your some fucking ceramic doll or some bullshit.  I don't want
people's pity.  I've made a good life for myself and I've accomplished a
lot - even without a past.  I sure as hell don't want anyone taking that
away from me."

      There was a moment of silence between us and I think Ant was
expecting more.  "That's all I got," I shrugged.  "That's my lame ass
story."

      "Far from lame my friend!  Can I ask you something?"

      "Sure."

      "Do you still wonder if your real parents are out there somewhere?
Would you meet them if you could?"

      "You know, for a while I did.  Growing up I used to have this fantasy
that I was really the lost son of a King and Queen from some distant land.
I know it's clich‚ and stupid."

      Ant laughed, but not in a mean way.  "Hell, I know who my parents are
and even I've had that fantasy!"

      "When I was younger I'd wake up every day hoping my real parents
would show up to claim me.  I mean when you're ten or eleven you can't help
yourself, right?  But as I got older, I knew that was just a fantasy I had
to let go.  Honestly, if they exist, I'd like to meet them. If only to gain
some insight of my life before I woke up that night in the woods. "

      "That makes sense," Ant nodded, his stare was unyielding as if
digging for some hidden secret.  The longer he looked the more
uncomfortable I felt.  I already told him there wasn't any more to my
story, so I didn't understand what more he wanted from me.

      "What?" I finally asked.  "Why do you keep staring at me like that?"

      "I'm sorry Jacob.  I just think..."

      "Oh god here we go," I cut him off before he could finish.  "The kid
gloves go on and you start acting all stupid.  Suddenly I'm 'poor Jacob'
right?"

      "Not at all!" He insisted as he slapped my leg.  "I'm staring at you
because I think you're one of the most amazing people I've ever met."

      "What are you talking about?" Now I was confused as all hell.

      "Jacob, I can't even begin to imagine what you went through, or how
hard it had to be growing up." He shrugged.  "But here you are and look at
how well you're doing for yourself.  You come from a great family, became a
high school sports hero, graduated in the top of your class, got into one
of the best colleges in the country and got your shoulder tapped to pledge
The Brotherhood.  Not to mention the smoking hot girlfriend who came with
you."  Ant shrugged again.  "I just think most people would not have
excelled the way you did."

      I smiled. It was the best compliment anyone could have given me.
"Yeah, I guess."

      That was me being humble.

      "Oh shut up!" Ant laughed and punched my leg.  He wasn't buying my
modest routine.  "You know damn well..."

      Without warning, the door opened and a brother peeked his head
inside.

      "Times up," he said.  "Grab your stuff and lineup in the hall."  Just
like that he was gone again, leaving the door ajar.

      Ant and I looked at each other nervously.  He didn't have to say
anything, I was pretty sure he was thinking the same thing.  We just bared
our souls to each other.  What could possibly come next?  The options were
frightening.

       We got our things and headed out.

      * * *

      Stepping into the hall was like walking into church after
confessional.  We all looked guilty and a little more haggard for the
experience.  Eye contact was avoided like the plague.  Except for good old
CJ, who walked around with the same carefree expression he always had.
Even so, I couldn't help but wonder what dark secret had spilled from his
lips.

      "Let's go," the brother ordered and headed downstairs.

      We followed behind him like good little ducklings.  The brother led
us down to the pit, where a bunch of chairs sat in a circle highlighted by
a spotlight over head.  I couldn't see anything else in the room.  Beyond
the ring of light, there was an unsettling darkness.  It didn't make a lick
of difference though.  We knew who was watching us from the dark; we'd
played this game before.

      We took our seats inside the ring of light and waited for further
instructions.  The same brother who led us to the pit stepped into the
center of our little circle.  He stood stoic for a few minutes and I felt
the air in the circle thicken with anticipation.  Then, he began to turn
slowly so he could make eye contact with each of us.

      "Welcome to one of the most important trials of your pledging
career," he stated firmly.  "This trial measures your ability to be
truthful with yourselves, each other and The Brotherhood.  You hold in your
hands a book of questions and answers.  The content of which basically sums
up your life up to this point.  All your hopes, dreams, fears, deepest
desires and wildest fantasies will be offered up for all to hear.  For only
when you bare your soul before each other, will you be welcomed into The
Brotherhood.

      "With that in mind, I will ask the following question only once."  He
paused.  For dramatic effect, I guess.  "Is there anyone who feels they
were less than truthful with your answers?  Now we realize you guys don't
have perfect memories or the ability for total recall, so we don't expect
all your answers to be entirely accurate.  What I'm talking about is
knowingly lying to hide something you'd rather keep buried.  If you've done
this, speak up now."

      He spun around again slowly, looking at each of us, waiting for
someone's hand to go up.  Hell, I was waiting for some dumbass to raise his
hand too.  I figured someone was going to fuck this up.  I was honestly
surprised to see no hands in the air.

      "Okay then," he said, "but know that if anyone knowingly lied, even
on the simplest of questions, you will all be dismissed tonight. "

      I believe everyone was stunned to hear that little tidbit.  I myself
mumbled the word "fuck" under my breath and I believe a few others mumbled
something just as colorful.  Seriously, that was fucked up!  All the work
we'd done could be undone by one lying sack of shit.  If that happened,
someone would seriously have to stop me from killing the bastard, and I'm
sure others felt the same way.

      "Don't look so surprised," the brother continued.  "You guys are down
to the wire.  No more fucking around.  It's do or die!  What's it going to
be ladies?"  With a shitty grin on his face, the brother backed away into
the darkness but continued to talk.  "Hand your book over to your pledge
mate, for he will read off your answers."

      Okay, that was vague.

      My pledge mate?  Really?  They were all my fucking pledge mates!  Was
he talking about Arsen or Anthony?  I wasn't the only one confused.  Around
the circle, eyes jumped from the books to roommates to confessional
buddies, but no one made a move.

      "Oh for fuck's sake!" the brother shouted and it was clear he either
slapped both his hands or slapped his forehead.  I could hear him walking
around the perimeter of the light, staying shrouded in the dark.  "Your
cuff-mate...your roommate...your girlfriend...whatever the fuck you want to
call him!"

      Yeah, because we're supposed to be able to read his mind.  Idiot!

      The brother continued as we exchanged books.

      	"A page will be called out randomly.  You will use your ears to
hear the number, and your fingers to turn the pages until you get to the
one we called out.  Then you will each take a turn using that thing below
your nose and above your chin to read off the question and answer.  Is that
clear or do I need to draw you guys a diagram or perhaps act it out with
hand puppets?"

      Maybe we were just off our game that night because no one thought to
answer him.

      "Am I just standing here for my amusement?"

      "No sir!" we shouted.

      "Then fucking answer a brother when he asks you a question!  Do you
understand?"

      "Yes sir!

      "Now, were my directions clear enough or do you need hand puppets?"

      "Yes sir!"

      "Yes to fucking what?" he yelled.  "Yes, the directions were clear?
Or yes, I need to break out the hand puppets?"

      Either he was fucking with us or he was a complete idiot.  I sure as
hell couldn't tell.

      "Your directions were clear, sir!"

      "Doubt it," he barked and silence took over the room.

      We sat there, books in hand, waiting to hear the first page number
called out.  We waited and waited and waited.  There was no way to tell how
long we sat in silence, but it was a fucking long time.  It felt like hours
passed, but it could've been only fifteen minutes.  It's amazing how dead
silence fucks with your sense of time.

      Suddenly, the tapping of Jason's foot pieced the silence.  He didn't
even realize he was doing it, but the sound filled the room like drums.
The group turned in unison to face him.  Clearly, he'd lost his fucking
mind!  He didn't quite get what was going on until he followed our eyes to
his foot.  His foot froze and he turned beat red.

      I just couldn't understand how the brothers could sit in silence for
so long.  It's not like they were talking amongst themselves and simply
ignoring us.  There was nothing coming from the dark. We couldn't even hear
them breath.

      "Page 42," a voice called out.

      Instant relief washed over our faces.  No one said it, but I'm pretty
sure we were all thinking it was about damn time!  For the next few seconds
the sound of flipping pages filled the room.  Then that sweet look of
relief turned to confusion and doubt.  They called out the page but failed
to mention who was to go first.  Again, we were all lost as to what to do.
We just looked at each hoping someone had the answer.

      Arsen had the answer.  He fucking jabbed me in the ribs with his
elbow - his loving way of hinting I should volunteer.

      "I guess I can go first," I said, throwing him the dirtiest look
possible for putting me on the spot like that.  "Okay, let's see.  The
question is "as a little boy, what did you want to be when you grew up?'"
I smiled at his answer before I read it out loud.  "His answer was a
fighter pilot because he wanted to use really big missiles to blow stuff
up."

      Everyone got a good chuckle out of that one.  CJ jumped in next
followed by Xavier.  That's pretty much how it went.  Everyone just kind of
jumped in whenever a page was called out.  I have to say we definitely
started having fun with it.  We laughed, joked and poked fun at some of the
answers given.  It was all it good fun and no one took the teasing
seriously.  I think there came a point when we honestly forgot the brothers
were even there.  Their sole presence only noticed via the series of page
numbers they called out.  There were times when we were laughing
hysterically at some of the more embarrassing questions.  Nobody cared
because evidentially we all had a time in the spotlight.  If it wasn't one
question, it would be the next.  We were all victims!

      The brothers never scolded us or asked that we keep it serious or
calm the fuck down.  To be honest I was a bit surprised.  Thinking back on
it now, maybe that was the whole point?  They gave us the chance to just be
stupid and get comfortable around one another.

      It was cool.

      Now I'm not going to bother covering every single question or answer.
That would take way too much time and quite frankly, I don't have that kind
of patience or recall.  But I will say that out of all the trials we'd been
thru thus far, the Trial of Honestly was by far my favorite.  Surprised?
Yeah, I was too, but it makes perfect sense.  This trial gave me the unique
insight into the lives and minds of my follow pledges that I don't believe
I would've experience otherwise.

      We were fallible.  We were human.

      It wasn't all hugs and puppies, though.  The book stuff was the easy
part.  It never crossed our minds that the hardest part of the whole trial
was yet to come.

      We heard a brother's voice pierce the darkness again and before he
could even finish, we were flipping thru the pages eager to see what
question would be next.  The problem was that he didn't call out a page
number.

      "Who will volunteer to be the first to play their recording?" the
voice inquired.

      The room fell silent.  Like I said, we'd completely forgot about our
recordings.  We looked at each other with curiously and fear.  I'll be
honest, I wanted to hear their recordings, I just didn't want to share my
own.  I couldn't help but look at them and wonder what their deep dark
secret was.  Yet, at the same time, I would've been more than happy to
throw my recorder in a blazing fire.

      "Someone can volunteer or I will pick who goes first," a different
voice came from the dark.

      My ears instantly perked up for it was Q; his voice and tone were
unmistakable. It wasn't that he sounded angry or annoyed it was just...Q.
I felt like the spotlight was beaming on me.  It was my Big that called for
a volunteer, so did that mean I needed to step up to the plate? I'm not
saying he was calling me out specifically.  The last thing I wanted to do
was be the first guy to air his dirty laundry.  I just felt I needed to do
something because it was Q.

      Talk about being stuck between a rock and hard place.  I kept
fidgeting with the play button; kind of pressing it down but not really.  I
felt hot, as if the temperature in the room shot up about a thousand
degrees.

      Somebody had to make a move.  Heaven help us if we made Q repeat
himself!

      "Fuck it," I thought and held my recorder out in front of me so
everyone could hear it.

      "Bunch of lame asses!" CJ snickered.  "I'll do it.  I ain't got
nothing to hide!"  His player started going just as I pushed my play button
halfway in.

      "Thank the lord," I whispered to myself.  I was off the hook...for
now.

      CJ's story.

      My god, CJ's story!  You can't even write that kind of adventure.

      Knowing him the way I do, I expected it to be something crazy and off
the wall; and CJ didn't fail to deliver.  I won't recount every single
detail because it would take too damn long.  I'll just touch on some of the
finer points of his story.  In fact, I'll probably do that with everyone's
story; just touch on the more interesting ones I heard that night.  Let's
face it, everyone has drama.  Some stories are just more worthy of
repeating than others.

      Anyway, back to CJ.  You couldn't tell by looking at him, but the boy
comes from money.  That's not unique. Many of the guys - Bothers and
Pledges alike - share that story.  His parents, however used it as a
control mechanism.  They wanted their son to play the part of "preppy,
privileged rich boy" like all the other boys at his parent's country club.
If you haven't noticed, CJ isn't sweater wearing, comb over hair, preppy
rich boy material and he let his parents know it.  Their differ life views
became a constant source of contention.  So, during the middle of his
junior year in high school he left home.  His parents let him go.  Not
because they didn't love him, but because they figured it would be a good,
hard lesson and he'd come running back home when he got a taste of the real
world.

      He never went back.  CJ lived in the basements and garages of his
closest friends; studying hard and playing harder.  Normally you can't be
good at both.  You can't party hard and maintain good grades at the same
time, but like many things CJ was the exception to the rule.  He managed to
have his fun and graduate second in his class.  Again, you might not pick
it up by looking at him but the boy is a freaking genius.  He earned
several scholarships, but only enough to pay for about half of what it cost
to attend KU.

      This is where things got interesting.  He wasn't about to go back to
his parents for the money.  Instead, he rounded up four of his closest
buddies, and convinced them he had a sure fire way to make a ton of cash.
His idea?  Making amateur gay porn.

      Yes, you read correctly.  A gay porno!

      Imagine the incredible charm CJ had going for him to convince four
straight guys to do gay porn!  They got together in one of their basements
and shot a porno with nothing but the natural lighting in the room and a
small camcorder.  They kept their identity secret by wearing masks.  CJ
wore a Spiderman mask; another wore Batman and so on.  When it was
all-said-and - done, they uploaded the movie to a pay site CJ created.
Word of the video spread thru the internet like a fucking virus and within
a few days it gain notoriety as the number one visited gay porn site on the
net.  It was raw, it was real, and it was an instant hit.

      Apparently, the story of five straight guys doing this movie to pay
for college, along with the amateur nature of the film, was a big turn on
for gays and closet cases out in cyber land.  There was no mistaking that
CJ and his friends were real; it wasn't an act like so many other amateur
sites you find on the net, gay or straight.  It was a monster hit and at
twenty bucks a subscription, the dough rolled in.

      But that's not all.  Because it was so huge, they decided to make it
into a trilogy.  Yes, a fucking trilogy.  Within a month, they filmed two
additional movies and started advertising teaser clips on their website.
Before they had the chance to debut the videos, a big name porn company
asked to buy the rights to their movies.  Of course, they sold it for a
shit load of money.  The movies were released in the states and Europe.
Part 2 became the number one selling DVD in gay porno history or some crazy
shit like that.  According to CJ, he's still getting royalties off it.  The
best part?  To this day, the five stars of the series remain anonymous.

      Like most porn companies, they went on to make parts four, five, six.
They just used different guys with the same masks.  CJ and his friends
still get a cut of all those movies as well, for the company continued to
use their premise and more importantly, the title of the original movie.

      From the sounds of it, CJ has enough money to attend KU five times
over.

	His recording stopped but our mouths remained open.  It was just
too unbelievable to be true.  Seriously, I never thought I'd met a porn
star!

      "Are you fucking seriously?" Troy challenged.

      CJ laughed.  "Yeah dude, because today of all days is the day I would
pick to make this kind of shit up."

      Troy's cheek turned bright red for he had a good point.  "No, I
believe you. I'm just saying...Hell, I don't know what I'm saying."

      "Damn!" Sam offered.

      "Yeah, what he said," Troy agreed.

      "You actually had sex with four of your friends?  Four of your guy
friends?  And you did it on camera for the whole world to see?"  Mike was
in disbelief.

      "Yeah," CJ shrugged, as if he asked whether he really preferred Coke
over Pepsi.  "Not a big deal, dudes.  It got me some crazy cash that I've
used to buy more than just my college tuition."  He laughed again at all of
us.  "Ya'll need to stop looking at me like that and look at yourselves.
Try living outside the box and the social morays!  I guarantee you'll have
more fun."

      Suddenly the world started spinning in the other direction.  I was
fucking stunned.  Not over the porno thing.  It truly wasn't that big of a
stretch coming from CJ.  However, that last little sound bite was the
smartest thing I'd ever heard CJ say.  Who knew he had it in him?

      Everyone started throwing questions at him, all of which he gladly
answered.  There was definitely no shame in his game.  Like I've always
said, he's way too much of a free spirit to give a fuck what people think.

      "Next!"  A brother shouted from the dark.

      CJ's fifteen minutes of fame were over.  It was time for someone else
to dance in the spotlight. CJ got the ball rolling and it just kept
spinning!  Justin played his recording without hesitation, followed closely
by Sam.  Suddenly everyone wanted to share their story, anxious to hear
what their pledge mates would say.  It helped that no one judged CJ.  Sure,
the guys were shocked, yes, but no one really looked at him differently.
Again, looking back on it, I think that was the point - the lesson a pledge
must learn.

      There were some not so interesting stories and others that forced you
to pause.  Take Steve, for example.  His freshman year in high school was a
nightmare.  He was taunted so badly for being different that he tried to
kill himself.  Luckily, his younger brother found him and the empty bottle
of pills before it was too late.  He's in a better place now, emotionally I
mean. He no long has those kinds of thoughts and he's content with who he
is and how his life is turning out.  I was relieved to hear him say that.

      I'd file Mike's story under the header of 'bizarre.'  He woke up
naked after a night of partying with a girl he'd just met.  Surprise,
surprise!  Guess what he got one month later?  If you guessed a phone call
from the girl saying she was pregnant, I'd have to give you a cookie for a
job well done.  As expected, Mike went into full freak out mode.  It was
not the kind of news he could share with his parents.  They were old money
with the mentality that only a well bred girl would be allowed into their
circle.  A Latino girl from the more colorful side of town did not hold the
proper pedigree.

      He told her she had to get rid of the baby.  He even offered her ten
grand to do it.  Bastard!  She refused, going on about God and the life
growing inside her and all that jazz.  A couple weeks later, she contacted
Mike with a change of heart.  She agreed to do it, but he'd have to give
her fifty large for the "emotion distress" of aborting her unborn child.
Money is what Mike knows, that his language.  Throw money at a problem and
it disappears.  Unfortunately, he only had the ten he originally offered.
The girl would not compromise.  It was fifty now or a lifetime of child
support.  She'd let him decide.

      For Mike it was a no brainer.  The genius hocked the contents of his
mother's jewelry box.  It worked to pay off the girl, but left a house full
of missing jewelry.  His mom went nuts and accused her staff of stealing
the items.  After a brief investigation by two 'family friendly' cops, a
maid and their long time butler spent eight months in jail.  I'm sure the
family's influence had nothing to do with convicting two innocent people.

      Wait it gets better!  No really, it does.  Later Mike found out there
never was a baby.  It was a scam the girl cooked up with her boyfriend.
They played Mike, knowing he'd do anything to get off the hook.  And it
only cost him fifty grand and the ruined lives of three innocent people.

      What...a ...piece....of...work!

      To his credit, four months later he admitted his crime to his
parents.  His confession brought no punishment or absolution.  Mike went on
with his life, his mother recovered most of her jewelry and the 'help'
remained in jail.  The trial was over.  There was no sense in dragging the
family name thru the mud.

	Those poor people had to finish out their sentences and have a
criminal record for the rest of their lives because some rich boy couldn't
take responsibility for his own actions.

      No one said a word when his recorder clicked off.  What do you say to
that?  Good job for not having the balls to do the right thing?  I couldn't
even look at him.

      Arsen played his recording next.  He had a rough childhood, poor guy.
It was the classic loving father turns into a mean drunk after dark.  Arsen
and his mom endured many beatings followed by a morning of sober apologies.
It got so bad, Arsen ran out of excuses to tell the school when he'd show
up with a fresh bruise on his face or marks on his back.  Then again, his
father sat on the city council, so no one really wanted to investigate.

      One night it was really bad; the worst yet.  His father's anger was
out of control and he'd had enough of Arsen's crying and pleas for him to
stop hurting his mommy.  Arsen's mom tried to stop him but it was no use;
the belt torn thru Arsen's flesh like a hot knife thru butter.  No amount
of begging could stop the attack, but the gun from the dresser did.  She
shot him. One bullet to the back of the head and the years of torment were
over.

      There were cops, lawyers and hearings.  His life got crazy, but the
pain had stopped.  In the end, they dropped the charges against his mom.
There was no denying the evidence of abuse they endured over the years.

      The most interesting part of Arsen's recording was the ending.  "In a
blink of an eye, I lost my dad.  Not once did I cry for him or miss him.
But that night taught me that a real parent would do anything to protect
their child, and it's a sad world when those roles are reversed.  To this
day, no one knows that it was me who pulled the trigger."

      We were speechless.

      "You're up," Arsen smiled, looking at Ant and I.  We were the last to
play our recordings.

      "Uh...yeah," Ant mumbled, shaking his head to clear the haze of
Arsen's story.  Then he clicked play.

      The group was as moved by his story as I was.  The fact that he
pretty much came out to the whole room didn't faze anyone.  They were all
just sad for him.  His story was so innocent and real, you couldn't help
but get caught up emotionally.  It's was sad and infuriating at the same
time.  I already knew the story so I was in a position to sit back and
watch everyone's reaction.  It was nice to see everyone be so supportive of
him...true brotherhood at its finest.

      My tale invoked a horde of questions.  Questions I'd answered more
times than I can remember.  I was expecting it, so I donned a fake smile
and answered as honestly as I could.

      "Dude, that's fucking weird..."

      "Says the guy who made a porno!" Ant laughed.

      "Yeah dude, but I remember being there.  He wouldn't remember any of
it."

      I rolled my eyes and laughed along with Ant.  "I doubt I was making
gay porn before I was ten."

      "Dude, I'm just saying that if you had, you wouldn't remember it and
that's intense."

      I gave up.  Second in his class?  For fucks sakes...

      The lights came on suddenly and there was someone clapping behind me.

      "Congratulations," the brother smiled.  It was one of the twins.
"You've all passed this trial with flying colors.  It's not easy to bare
your souls as you guys did tonight.  For that, we commend you.  It shows
tremendous courage and trust in each other.  That being said, dinner will
be served in the dining room in ten minutes.  Don't be late."

      He just left us there in an empty room.  The brothers had vanished.
We'd never even heard them leave.

      It was over just like that.  Were we better off because of it?  I
think most of the guys would say that we were.  I got to know my pledge
mates on a level I didn't think possible and for that, I was grateful.  We
got to know each other better than anyone outside our circle ever would.
It fused a bond - and gave us the trust we needed.  That speaks volumes on
how far our journey with The Brotherhood had taken us.

      "How the hell did they..." Xavier started to say.

      "There must be some secret door they use to get in and out of here,"
Paul interjected, pointing at the back wall.  He shook his head and
smirked.  "I stopped questioning their methods long ago.  I suggest ya'll
do the same unless you enjoying going nuts trying to figure them out.  If
we're lucky enough to become brothers, their secrets will be our secrets.
That's how I see it."  Paul got up on this tips of toes and stretched every
muscle in his body.  As contagious as a yawn, we all followed suit.

      It felt so good to stretch.  If it hadn't been for the pangs of
hunger, I would have curled up on the floor and taken a nap.

      "I don't know about you guys but I'm starved and don't plan to be
late."  I took off for the stairs not caring if anyone followed or not.  I
knew where I needed to be.  I did stop before CJ to look at him as placed
my hand on his shoulder.  "My god man," I snickered, thinking back to his
story.

      "What dude?"

      "Nothing," I answered with a coy smile, "I just love that you're
you."  I winked and took off for the stairs.

      "Dude, I'm worried you won't remember who I am one day," he shouted
and he sounded very serious.

      "Oh shut up!"  I yelled back.

      The dining room looked amazing; the table setting formal.  A stack of
plates sat before each chair.  The top was a small gold plate edged in
crystals, beneath which sat a larger platter of cut ruby glass.  Finally,
both plates were perfectly nestled into a square dish adorned with gold
leaf scrolls.  A series of flatware flanked the plates on either side.
They appeared to be made of solid gold and held a single ruby colored gem
in each handle.  There were more forks, knives and spoons than I knew what
to do with!  Top it of with a string of crystal stemware and a single
platinum mug, and you could definitely call it a table setting fit for
kings.

      While impressive, the true masterpiece was the table itself.  Over
thirty feet long and five feet wide, it's commanded the space entirely.  If
someone told me that the room had actually been built around the table, I
would have believed it.  It was dark, almost black and made entirely from a
single piece of wood.  Overall, it was rough in appearance, but smooth to
the touch.  As I moved closer, I could see that the top of the table was
actually a large carving - almost like an ancient relief or archaic freeze.
Easily over a foot thick, the carving itself seemed to be telling a story.
It was highly stylized but it appeared to be figures entwined in battle and
glorified in celebration.  A single sheet of think glass protected it all
and provided the flat surface of a table top.  High back chairs, carved in
a similar manner, stood as sentries along the edge of the table.

      A massive 8 foot wide crystal chandelier highlighted the entire
showpiece.  In the form of a giant teardrop, the center crystal dropped low
and aligned perfectly with a matching, but much smaller crystal centerpiece
pointing upward.

      We each took the chair designed by the little cards with our names on
them.  I had a glass of Cherry Coke waiting for me.  If I had to guess, I'd
say each glass held the respective pledge's favorite drink.  We were like
giddy little school boys not knowing what to expect.  No one said a word.
As usual, we were never quite sure if speaking was allowed.

      There were several baskets of freshly baked bread scattered down the
center of the table.  My stomach flipped and growled.  I felt my face flush
quickly in hopes that no one had heard it.  Arsen was sitting across for me
watching as I stared at the bread.  I looked up at him and shrugged, my way
of silently asking if it was okay to dig in.  He simply shrugged, which was
of no fucking help and I let him know by fiercely rolling my eyes.  He in
turn let me know - thru his expressions - that I was basically nuts.

      We started laughing and everyone looked at as like we were crazy.  I
was like fuck it and reached for a piece of bread.  Of course, as luck
would have it, that's when the doors flew open and our Bigs marched in with
plates in hand.

      It was too late to pull my hand back, so I pretended to be admiring
the center piece instead.  I'm not sure if anyone bought it, but Arsen
smirked and mouthed the word "smooth" at me.  I'm pretty sure he knew I was
giving him the finger under the table.

      "Dinner is served," the brothers said in unison.  Then as if on
queue, they moved as one and placed a single bowl in front of each of us.

      The spaghetti Q set before me looked amazing.  The aroma of the fresh
oregano, crushed peppers, stewed tomatoes and garlic was overwhelming. The
real kicker was the pile of fire grilled sausages sliced neatly on top.  It
was enough to make me cream my pants!  It was just the way I love it.

      "Enjoy," he smiled.

      He didn't have to tell me twice.  I went to town on the dish,
savoring each bite.  For the first few minutes, all you could hear was the
clanking of silverware and glasses.

      "What are you guys doing?" Eric finally asked.

      We really didn't know how to answer that.  What the fuck did he mean?

      "Why is everyone so quiet?  Whay aren't you talking?"

      "Um, I guess we didn't know we were allowed to," Arsen offered.

      Shaun just laughed.  "Well it's nice to see that you're all
programmed so well, but this dinner if for you.  The rest of this night is
for you.  We left our titles at the door.  So please feel free to enjoy
yourself anyway you like.  You guys have earned it."

      "Sweet!" CJ beamed.

      I immediately turned to Q.  "Did you make this yourself?" I whispered
as if asking some big ass secret.

      "I did," he smiled.  "Do you like it?"

      "Do I like it?  Are you kidding me?  Do you not see me devouring it?"

      "It's a little hard to miss, I must admit."

      "Did you make the sauce?  I bet you did because it's way too good to
be from the store."

      He nodded and the same smile slowly appeared on his lips.  "With my
two bare hands," he said.  "I added some of my own special seasoning to
give it a little kick and there you have it."

      "Oh man..." was all I could say before stuffing another fork full of
spaghetti into my mouth.  It's always nice to see Q relaxed.  He had his
hands clasped and pressed against his lips as he watched me eat.  "What?"

      "I'm just curious to see how long you can go without air," he
laughed.  "My god Jacob we do feed you three times a day.  I know that for
a fact."

      "You know the saying, it's not the quantity; it's the quality.  And
this is perfect!  How's yours?"

      "Good, thanks."

      I looked at his plate for the first time.  It held slices of green
apples and a few strawberries, nothing else.  I figured he wasn't all that
hungry.  I didn't see it as a big deal until I noticed the rest of the
brothers were all eating the same thing - green apples and strawberries.
It was kind of odd, but I chalked it up to some type of fast for Dylan's up
coming ceremony.

      Unlike before, the room was now a buzz in small, segmented
conversations.  However, there were times when a particularly interesting
topic would pull everyone at the table into the discussion.  Those are
always fun, I guess.

      "So Jacob, let me ask you the same thing I just asked Arsen," Shaun
said, as he took a drink of his water.  He held the glass to his lip for
moment as if reconsidering the question.

      "Sure," I said.

      "What do you think of The Brotherhood and your experiences up to this
point?"

      It was one the first questions that made the room stop.  Suddenly,
all eyes were on me as if I was one of the last two contestants on American
Idol.  Don't even get me started on that show.  But I digress...

      "Well the food is always amazing, more so when it's free.  That's a
total bonus!"  The whole table got a chuckle out of that.  "No really, it's
been quite the ride so far.  Win or lose, the experience alone was well
worth the ride.  I think every pledge would agree.  Don't get me wrong, I
want to win, but regardless of the final outcome, I wouldn't give up the
experience."

      He raised his glass to toast me.  "Now that's what we like to hear,"
his smiled was genuine and warm.  "And The Brotherhood itself?  Is it what
you expected?"

      "Oh, for sure.  I mean, you guys are the real deal."

      "And by that you mean?" Q jumped in with a question of his own; his
eyes captured the soft light from chandelier exquisitely.  I was careful
not to stare into them for fear of falling so deep I'd lose myself.

      "You hear things..."

      "What things?" he pressed, his left brow arched slightly.

      I was starting to wonder if he was just fucking with me.  "Well, you
go thru the motions of applying to all these schools during your senior
year in high school and of course, the talk eventually turns to
fraternities and pledging.  And that inevitably leads to talk of the The
Brotherhood.  You guys have built such a mystique around The Brotherhood
everyone wants a piece of it.  Rumors run wild, and everyone claims to know
the inside scoop, but no one really does.  Not until they are sitting where
I'm sitting now.  It' a honor and privilege to be part of it.  Win, lose or
draw nobody will ever take that away from me.  Nobody..."

      "Interesting," Shaun said with a nod.  "What happens if you don't
make it?  Do you try for another fraternity?"

      "There is no other fraternity!"  I was a bit firm yet respectful
nonetheless.  "You don't experience something like The Brotherhood and then
downgrade to something else.  You don't turn in your 2008 Mercedes for a 95
Escort.  It just doesn't happen."  I made Shaun laugh with that.  "This is
where I want to be."

      The conversation went in another direction entirely after that.  One
of the guys asked CJ about his porn days and it was all downhill from there
- in a good way mind you.  I looked at Q and couldn't help but blush, for I
knew he was proud of the way I handled the questions.  He never said one
word about it, but I could tell in the way he looked at me.  He has eyes
like no other and the world stopped whenever I gazed into them.  To be
honest, I found it frightening that that this one man could have that kind
of an effect on me with a look - a simple glance.

      I wanted his lips on mine.  I wanted to feel his touch, the warmth of
his skin, the love of his embrace.  I craved him.  It was infuriating.  I
couldn't have him the way I wanted.  I had to sit there and pretend I was
just his 'little.'  It wasn't fair.  Then again, life isn't always fair now
is it?  You roll with the hand fate deals you and as fate would have it, we
were in a position where discretion took priority.  I got that.

      Q leaned into my ear.  "What's wrong?"  His melodic tone made me
quiver with desire.

      I leaned in to make sure it was humanly impossible to hear my words
or read my lips.  "I miss you," was all I said.

      Q pulled away with a knowing look in his eyes.  He said nothing, for
how could he respond in such a setting?  Just knowing he understood was all
the acknowledgement I needed.

      The topics of conversation around the table were all over the
spectrum.  People talked about war, heath, sex, politics, and every other
subject imaginable.  It was nice because everyone truly appeared to be
having a good time.  As the meal wound down, a few brothers came in and
cleared the dishes, but the lively conversations kept us at the table.

      "So what's your take on religion?"

      One of the pledges threw the question out to no one brother in
particular.

      I thought it was Nick, but I was caught up in my own conversation
with Q and Eric to really be sure.  It was definitely one of those
questions that drew everyone into the discussion.

       "Why are you very religious?"  Eric clearly directed his question at
Jason.  So it wasn't Nick after all.

      "Very much so," he replied proudly, beaming as if the lights of
heaven were shining down on him.  "I believe in the good Lord above and his
teachings.  He is the reason we are all here."

      "You mean here as in around this table?"  Eric mocked.

      "Of course not!  Here on earth.  We're here for no other reason than
the grace of God."

      Eric took a drink of water and kind of curled his lips.
"Interesting," he nodded.  "And how do you know this exactly?"

      Jason shrugged.  "Go to church or pick up the bible.  It's all right
there in black and white.  I mean millions of people can't be wrong."

      Shaun laughed and raised his glass at Q for whatever reason.  "Well
you can't argue with at that kind of logic, now can you?"

      Q looked absolutely disinterested.  He sank back in his chair; a dark
shadow appeared over his face suddenly.

      Shaun turned his attention to the rest of pledges.  "How do you guys
feel about it?"

      Pretty much everyone said they had a basic belief in God with the
exception of Steve and Paul.  Of all things, who would have thought they
had that in common?  Some were religious, others not so much.  Personally,
I believe in God - or at least I want to - I just don't follow any
religion.

      "Religion," Seth smirked and shook his head as if the whole idea was
laughable to him, "is simply a method of control.  You sit there with your
ideals and unwavering faith in your god and religion, but where does it all
come from?"

      "No one is controlling me," Jason answered matter-of-factly.  "It's
what I believe.  It's how I was raised."

      "My point exactly," Seth countered.  Hell, even I saw him walk into
that one.  "Your beliefs are not your own.  It's what you were spoon fed as
a child.  Just as I'm sure you parents were spoon fed before you.  That is
control; the most dangerous kind in fact, for at it's very core it strips
you of your right to question."

      "Believe what you will," Shaun continued, "for there is nothing wrong
with that.  Just be careful not to sit in judgment of the next guy because
you know your God and your religion are the right.  The reality of it is
you don't know that.  None of you do.  Millions of people can't be wrong,
you say?  Go back hundreds of years when everyone knew the earth was the
center of the universe and that the sun revolved around it.  Or the days
when they knew the earth was flat."

      Nick cleared his throat and jumped into the discussion.  "So would I
be correct in assuming your position on the matter is the same as The
Brotherhood's?"

      "And what position is that?"  Eric inquired with the same impish
smirk.

      "Atheism."

      He laughed.  "I never said that."

      "So you do believe in God?" Jason asked.

      Q mumbled something under his breath as he rested his face on his
left hand.  He looked annoyed beyond description.  He was the only one too.
I mean the other brothers were engaged in the conversation, dropping their
two cents here and there.  I honestly half expected him to stand up and
order everyone to change the subject.  I couldn't begin to guess why it
struck a deep cord with him.

      "You speak as if there is only one god, your Christian God.  Why? Can
there not be room for other gods besides your own?  Is your god the only
one worthy of worship?"

      Jason did know what to say to that.  He became flustered and stumbled
over his words.

      Eric reached over and rubbed the back of his neck, laughing.  "Don't
sweat it, Jason.  I'm just giving you a hard time."

      Jason looked so relieved.  "Oh good.  I thought this was going to be
my last meal in this house."

      Everyone laughed at him.

      "No, you're fine," Seth assured him.  "You're free to believe what
you will and it will have no affect one way or the other if you get into
The Brotherhood."

      "Well then if I may ask without digging myself a deeper grave.  What
is the general belief among the Brothers?"

      Oh for fuck sakes, let it go already.  I didn't actually say those
words, but I so wanted to!

      "Our beliefs are a bit...unique," Seth's cryptic answer only forced
Jason to ask more questions.

      "So there's one common belief among all of you?"

      Seth nodded and both Eric and Shaun agreed.

      "So would you go as far as saying it was like a religion of sorts?"
Jason smirked as if he had them this time!

      "I would never go that far," Seth raised his glass in honor of that
fact.  "No offense, but unlike your beliefs, ours is based on history and
facts.  I've seen..."

      Q tapping his fork on his glass, and Seth cut off his word
mid-sentence.

      "Oh right...forgive me."  You could see the realization in Seth's
eyes.  He was about to give out privileged information.  "In time,
Jason...all in due time."

      "So do you have a different opinion on God, Q?"

      What in the world made Jason think this was the time to ask Q such a
question?  You could be standing across the lawn and still tell that Q was
royally annoyed with the subject at hand.  Why, oh why, did he want to go
there?

      The room fell silent.  The pledges were quiet in reverence to Q.  The
Brothers simply sat back in their chairs with a "oh shit" look on their
faces.

      It didn't take a genius to sense that the shit was about to hit the
fan and everyone was going to get splattered.

      "God?  What is a god?" Q demanded.  "What purpose does
he...it...serve?"  His eyes shifted from Jason to everyone along that side
of the table.  It was clear, the rant was aimed at the group, not Jason
alone.

      "You sit here, engaged in your discussions of creation, hope and
purpose.  Of a grand scheme and millions of people who can't be wrong.  You
talk of writings and salvation and credit a higher power.  You FEED into it
and the pathetic part is, you don't even know what 'it' is!  It's not
mindless control in the form of religion.  It's not the supposed
infallibility of one belief over another.  It's not church versus state,
the Koran versus the Bible or the right to prayer in school!

      "It's the insane power you're giving beings you know nothing about.
It's the ego's you're feeding and you don't even know it.  It's the
laughter as they mock your simplicity and greedily accept your praise.
Praise for events for which they played no part.  Don't you understand?
Just because it's a higher being, doesn't automatically make it deserving
of this much attention.  Has it never crossed your mind, that perhaps it is
not them who has the real power?  Perhaps they gain all their power from
you.  From control you've given them over your daily lives - even when
you're fighting that they don't exist!  Bad press is more powerful than no
press at all.

      "I've never experienced a..." Q stopped and looked at the pledges in
the room.
      "Trust me.  They are not worth it."  It fell from his lips like a
mandate.

      The room itself seemed frozen.  No one dared to move or speak for
fear of getting their head ripped off by Q.  That was the first time I'd
ever seen fear in a Brother's eyes.  I think we all just got spanked
hardcore.

      "So...where's the dessert?"  I just threw it out there to break the
tension in the room.  I figured I was his little and his boyfriend so if he
lashed out he may show a little more restraint with me as opposed to
someone else.

      "Good call," one of the twins said as he stood.  "We didn't make any
dessert but I'm pretty sure I can find something sweet and unhealthy for
you guys to eat."

      Q sat back in his chair without saying a word.

      "Just give me a few minutes and I'll be right back.  I hope everyone
here likes chocolate because that's..."

      The twin broke off for no apparent reason.  He froze in place for a
few seconds then slowly turned to face the other Brothers.  Shaun sat up
slowly as did Seth and Steel.

      "Could it be..."  Eric whispered as he placed his hands on the table.

      Even Q slowly sat forward.

      I looked from Brother to Brother, then to Q.  What the fuck was going
on?  It was like they suddenly had the sixth sense and were seeing dead
people all over the place.  The pledges were definitely freaking out,
because it was clear to anyone that the Brothers were panicked...or
disoriented...out about something.

      The doors crashed open and Jacob ran into the room.  "He's awakened!"
he yelled.  "The Prince is awake!"

      The room was still for a good ten seconds...then boom!  The Brothers
shot up from their seats.  Chairs flew in every direction as they rushed
from the room completely oblivious to the pledges around them.  They
cleared out in three seconds...maybe less.  We didn't know what to do, so
we followed cautiously.  The house was going nuts!  Brothers ran out of
their rooms, doors crashed open, furniture sat overturned.  It was fucking
crazy!

      We stood at the top of the stairs and watched as the Brothers poured
out of the front door.  It was like a mass exodus.  For a minute, I thought
the house was on fire but it wasn't that.  Something bigger was going.
Something much, much bigger...

      Q was by the door and looked up at me.  I think that's when it
clicked that we were still in the house.  He grabbed Dylan and I heard him
tell him to watch us until they got back.  Q looked at me one last time
before running out of the house.  Within minutes, the house was emptied of
Brothers, save Dylan.

      After about a minute of just standing there, CJ finally spoke.
"Dude...they know Prince?"

      "Oh lord," I rolled my eyes and placed my hand on his shoulder.
"What it must be like to live in that head of yours..."


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