Date: Mon, 30 Apr 2001 08:07:16 -0000
From: Jacyn Alias <jacyn2000@hotmail.com>
Subject: The First and the Last - Chapter 2

     I guess they like disclaimers here on Nifty. Don't read this if you
shouldn't for some reason. Well, that was easy. Oh, this is my first story
so any criticism is welcome. I mainly just want to know if people are giving
it some attention. I'll continue it with or without feedback since I'm so
easily walked on - but come on! Give a boy a break. My address should be at
the top, but just to be sure, its "Jacyn2000@hotmail.com" without the
quotes.

     The Heaven and Hell in this story are totally fictional and hence bear
no resemblance to the actual Heaven and/or Hell, living or dead. However, if
they do, then we're all screwed. Well, unless you're an asshole. Oops,
giving away plot, better just get to the story....



     The First and the Last - Chapter 2
               by jacyn



     "No, please! Don't be frightened, I'm here..."

     Levi cut into the creatures' words, "Help! Dad! No, leave me alone!"

     The creature began to advance on Levi, its arms outstretched with the
palms up to signify 'peace.' Though Levi didn't understand and continued to
panic.

     "Stay away!" Levi crouched into the corner, entering the 'fetal
position.'

     "Levi! What's happening?" Adam came bursting through the door.

     "That thing is gonna get me!" Levi wouldn't even look up - he was too
scared.

     "What are you talking about?" Adam looked worried.

     Levi looked up. It was just his dad, no monster. "It was here! It
really was! It was this really ugly creature with claws and fangs!" Levi
rambled on, but his father's expression didn't appear positive.

     "Levi, damn it! I don't have time for these kids' games." He quickly
stomped away.

     "But dad!" Levi tried to get him to listen "I'm not lying! It was
really here." Adam pretended not to hear him, and continued away. Levi sat
back on his bed.

     "Am I crazy?" he thought. "It was here, right here." Levi was confused,
and scared. What was this thing? Where did it go? He felt insecure about
being in his room, so decided to find something else to do. He finished his
homework, school was tomorrow mind you. Levi didn't have any official
chores, but helped his mom around the house and helped cook dinner at
suppertime. Honestly, he enjoyed cooking. Though he could never take a class
or anything - cooking was "Woman's Work" around his household, so anything
more than avid assistance raised eyebrows. Soon, it was all ready and they
sat down to eat.

     "So, do both of you boys have your schoolwork done for tomorrow?" Adam
asked with a mouthful of potatoes. He was the 'Man of the House' so was
allowed to do so, though if anyone else did something so rude, they would
get a stern lecture.

     "Yes, I didn't have much." Levi mumbled. He was still upset over the
incident earlier.

     "Well I did," complained Samuel "math totally sucks!"

     "Watch your mouth!" chirped Karen. It was getting rather tiresome; she
had to tell him that constantly. It left her wondering if she wasn't being
forceful enough - relying too much on Adam to be the disciplinarian. Though
Levi was well mannered, so perhaps Samuel just had a sharp tongue.

     "Despite your complaints Samuel, you need to keep your grades up.
Otherwise you could be kicked off the team." Adam quickly interjected.

     "Why is football such a big deal?" Levi thought, but didn't say.
Questioning football was like claiming to be an atheist. He often considered
trying to join the school's team - it would certainly make his father happy,
but Levi just wasn't built for it. He bruised easily. Once, when he was 7,
he fell out of bed and managed to break his arm. That kind of set the tone
for the rest of his life. Its like, right then, his dad stopped encouraging
him. Sure, Adam continued asking about homework and making him go to Church,
but nothing physical. No 'playing catch' or bringing him to the gym. Whereas
Samuel was always invited, even forced at times. This, of course, separated
Levi even more, since he didn't fit in anyway. Levi was a bookworm, an
intellectual. Well, he tried to be one, anyway. At least he had a chance at
that.

     The rest of the meal was uneventful. Afterwards, Levi retired to his
room. He had just gotten a new Star Wars book, and was anxious to read it.
Of course, memories of the creature had him a bit shaken, but he was
beginning to believe it really was just a dream. Adam and Karen went into
the den. The former enjoyed reading scriptures from the Bible before going
to bed. The latter earned money by sending out letters to people on mailing
lists in an attempt to show them that Jesus is their Savior. Their church
sponsored it out of caring for those... heathens. Adam always said they
didn't deserve it, but she was more forgiving. Those people were just
misinformed.

     Unlike the rest of his family who were off doing constructive things,
Samuel was in his room forming a devious plan....

     "It'll be perfect. We could practically turn him into a slave." Samuel
mused into the receiver against his ear.

     "Wait a minute, I'm confused. How will this work?" Michael questioned.

     "You must be brain-dead. This is so simple. I'll get him into a game of
Truth or Dare, then dare him to streak. You can wait outside with a camera,
then take a picture." Samuel was very pleased with the idea.

     "How would that make him do anything?" Michael's brain was fogged up,
and having trouble comprehending anything. Levi? Naked??? No, this can't be
happening.

     "God damn, man. He will do anything to stop us from showing the picture
around. You know how shy he is." Samuel stated, with his voice lower. He had
just heard his parents get up and head for their room. He needed to be
quiet, so they didn't figure out he was on the phone so late.

     "Yeah, I guess you're right," Michael finished the thought just to
himself "he is shy, and cute."

     "Yeah. Then we can get him to do homework, chores, anything." Samuel
beamed.

     "Yep, anything." That thought made Michael's pants feel a bit tighter.
Levi, doing whatever he wanted. If only...



     Levi soon got tired, and all that reading wasn't helping. He headed for
the bathroom to brush his teeth, and then slipped into bed after stripping
to his briefs. Yes, briefs. He hadn't 'moved up' to boxers yet. Honestly, he
didn't even realize there was such a thing. Whenever he saw his mom doing
the laundry, and going over his brothers' clothes - he thought they were all
just pairs of shorts. Levi was a tad naïve.

     Levi's sleep was restless that night. Dreams of that boy from the field
plagued him. He seemed to flash in and out, like a strobe light. He would
change positions, showing his body. Tempting Levi, but he couldn't reach out
to touch the boy. Teasing Levi. The boy was so delicious. Levi knew that if
the opportunity ever came again, he probably wouldn't be able to resist. He
also saw visions of that gargoyle, no - that demon. It would come to him;
leaving bad thoughts, impending bad things. Warning of bad people, and
something else he couldn't quite hear. The words seemed to be blocked and
fuzzy.



     Up and out of bed by 7. Shower, brush teeth, dress, eat, and be outside
in time for his ride. Michael certainly had a hectic morning. Luckily Sam's
dad gave them a lift; otherwise he would have to be up even earlier.
Michael's parents both worked. They left before he got up and arrived home
after he went to bed. It was kind of lonely, but he spent most of his time
at after-school clubs, and then with friends, so it didn't matter. He played
football, was on a swim team at the local YMCA, and was part of a 'current
events' club. They simply discussed, well, current events. It wasn't his
favorite thing, but kept him social, and up to date. His parents, when they
were around, liked to quiz him. They felt he 'should know what's going on in
the world.' So he managed to keep them off his case. Michael was a good
student, and was popular. Though, he had never had a girlfriend. He used the
excuse that he was too busy, and she would get upset. It seemed to stick.
Michael wasn't necessarily against being with a female; it's just that he
had fallen for someone else. On the odd chance that person showed interest,
he didn't want any loose ends.

     Beep Beep! Michael was running a bit late, and his ride had been forced
to wait for a whole (God forbid!) minute. Sam's dad, Adam, was way too
harsh. Michael quickly gulped down the rest of his orange juice, grabbed his
bag, and dashed outside to the car.

     "We're on a schedule Michael. You're named after an Angel, try to show
it." Adam was already on Michael's case.

     "I'm sorry, Mr. Batista. It won't happen again." Michael knew that
excuses wouldn't help.

     "No, it won't." Adam replied, smugly. Then, turning the wheel, he
pulled out of the driveway and headed for school. By this time, Michael had
his seat belt on, and was idly chatting with Samuel.

     "Did you get all your homework done, Mikey?" Sam had a smirk on his
face. He knew that on the Friday before hand, Michael had gotten totally
bitched out by Mr. Johnson, their Health teacher. Mikey had completely
forgot his assignment, so Mr. Johnson wasn't able to score the papers since
he worked on a curve. He even gave Mikey detention. It was harsh, but no one
listened to kids when they weren't agreeing with the teachers.

     "Yes, I did - both days worth of assignments. It took 3 hours." Michael
was checking to make sure he had it with him as he spoke. Never can be too
careful.

     "That's good. You missed practice over that on Friday. The last thing
you need is to be kicked off the team. You know cheerleaders only go for
football players, so you know who'd miss out." To accent his point, Sam gave
his crotch a grope. Michael couldn't help but laugh.

     "Hahaha! Yeah, not much else to live for after that!" Mikey gave that
as much feeling as possible, though he certainly didn't mean it.

     Sam suddenly appeared thoughtful "You know, actually, I don't think
you've ever actually been with a chick."

     "Oh, uh, well..." Mikey began.

     "I should have known. You are pretty obvious." Sam had a very wicked
grin.

     "What? Huh?" Mikey babbled.

     "You're shy! I remember that time when I introduced you to Levi. You
looked like you were going to wet your pants. If my dumb little brother
makes you nervous, chicks must be hell!" Sam was very pleased with himself
for being so observant.

     "Oh, yeah. Yeah." Mikey agreed with that last statement, but not in
exactly the same way.

     "Today, we'll get you a date. Lets see.... Lea is nice. Big tits." Sam
gave Mikey a bit of a nudge to emphasize.

     "Plus" Sam leaned in to whisper the last part "I heard she is really
easy, and gets real wet."

     "Oh, really?" Mikey felt kinda queasy, but tried to hide it.

     "Look at you man! You're already excited; I can see it in your face. No
need to hide it, I totally understand." Sam was clueless.

     Adam surprised and interrupted the two. "We're here!"

     Mikey was never more thankful to be at school. He quickly hopped out
and, separating from Samuel, headed for his first period - Math. Such a
terrible place to start the day. He was never totally awake and even if he
was, Math was never his strong suit. Of course he did well in it (B range)
but it was mainly because his teacher gave points for active participation
and attempting to understand. Otherwise, it could be a totally different
story. Next was Gym - one of his favorites. Michael loved to move and be
active, plus the locker-room was neat. He loved to see the guys naked. Girls
too, even. Just any nudity was cool to him. No one showered, but most
changed from their jock straps to boxers or briefs. Since Michael was in the
top (ninth) grade, he was also the oldest group. We all know the major
difference in dick size between 14 and 15 years old. Michael wasn't modest.
In fact, he liked to show off and emphasize his elder advantage. He wasn't
like, huge, but certainly nothing to be ashamed of. Of course there were a
few who resembled horses, but they didn't say much. Especially to Michael -
he was popular, after all.

     After Gym came Art class, which was very uneventful. The current
assignment was to take a real photo, and draw it. He chose a picture taken
of his grandparents taken shortly before his grandfather died. They were so
happy together. Now his grandmother always seemed lost or confused. She
wasn't senile - just incapable of accepting reality.  She couldn't deal with
her husband's death. However, she lived some distance away, so Michael
didn't see her much anyway.

     Soon the bell rang and Michael had to go all the way to the other end
of the building to Health class. It was a bad coincidence that Health was so
far away, because the teacher, Mr. Johnson, was a total asshole. Michael
always made it just on time, but still got dirty looks. Even more so today,
since the incident on Friday when he forgot the assignment. Mr. Johnson
grudgingly took the homework, and then went on with the lesson plan. This
was the only class that Michael shared with Samuel, so they couldn't talk
much during school. Especially with a dick for a teacher constantly on their
backs.

     "Today, class, we're going to discuss the pros of abstinence." Began
Mr. Johnson. Michael always hated this class, not only for the teacher, but
they didn't really teach anything. No real information, just all the reasons
you shouldn't have sex of any kind:  Diseases, pregnancy, morals, ethics -
just an ongoing list. Michael had no particular problem with abstinence; he
just felt that it didn't entirely make sense. Of course there are diseases,
but with kids his age? It was a bit unlikely. You just had to avoid the
sluts. Michael decided to zone out this class and wait for lunch.

     Michael casually headed for the lunchroom; it was rather close by.
Everyone always let him go ahead in line, popularity was nice, and so he
quickly got some food - a salad, chili, and a pear; plus a Gatorade from the
vending machine. Samuel had an earlier lunch, so wouldn't be around, but
there was always the generic 'Jock Table' which took him in. Levi was in
this lunch, so as he ate, Michael took to staring while adding a few
comments here and there so his zombified attitude didn't show. He always
wondered what Levi thought of him. They never got a chance to really talk.
If Michael was there, Sam was with. That always got in the way. Levi
probably didn't like him anyway, just another tormentor. Michael did go
along with Sam's ideas and plots, because otherwise Sam would get
suspicious. This latest one had him particularly worried. Its positives
could be just as negative - Michael was gonna get a chance to see Levi
naked. Get a picture, even. What if he popped a woody? Sam would realize
right away, or at least know that something was up. Well, in addition to
Michael himself. He couldn't get the plan out of his mind through all of
lunch, Michael was really nervous. Luckily, the bell got his attention back
to school.

     Michael threw away what was left of his lunch - he didn't eat much,
with Levi on his mind and eyesight, and then headed for Social Studies. It
was right next to Health class, so he could leisurely get stuff from his
locker and still get to class on time. Michael enjoyed Social Studies. It
was interesting and actually had some value. You could learn from others'
past mistakes. Plus the teacher was great. Ms. Dale was witty and really
became friends with her students. Time went quickly, and soon came his last
class of the day:

     English was about halfway across the school, so as long as Michael
didn't dawdle, he could easily get there on time. Being that it was his last
class, he always had trouble concentrating. Football practice was right
after school, and he looked forward to again being able to enter the locker
rooms. Class went slowly. Since the beginning of the week before, the
assignment revolved around a rather important book report. He spent the hour
reading the last two chapters of his book, "A Spell for Chameleon."

     Soon the bell rang. Michael put all his stuff away, and headed for the
exits of the school. It was faster to go around, than through the building
to get to the locker rooms. On the way out, he saw Levi. Levi looked a bit
sad, like always. He would slowly go out the doors, walk to the corner, and
then leave around the corner. Michael always wanted to run up and hug him to
pieces. How could someone so special be allowed to be so depressed? Michael
didn't have time to watch him anymore, as practice was about to begin.



     Levi hated to walk home. It left him a bit tired. The distance was
about 5 miles. His parents would never give him a ride because they felt it
would help him keep in shape since he didn't play any sports. He walked
slowly, even though it was a long distance. He wasn't anxious to get home,
anyway. He wasn't comfortable there. Too many prying eyes and ears.

     "Hey kid!"

     Levi was startled; he had been walking for about two miles in a haze.
Just thinking about whatever came to mind.

     "You! Kid! I'm talking to you!" came the voice. Levi stopped to look
around, but didn't see anyone.

     "You dumb fuck! You deaf or somethin'?!" Again, the voice. Suddenly
three guys came out from a recessed doorway on a rather large building Levi
had just passed. They must have been hiding out there. All three looked to
be about 17. They were much bigger than Levi. Bulkier, and taller. One of
them was smoking. That was a telltale sign to Levi that they weren't too
nice.

     "Don't just stare at us! You a fag or somethin'?" the one in the middle
spoke up. He seemed to be the leader since the others stayed about a step
behind him.

     Levi was really scared by now and slowly backed away.

     "Where are you goin'? We just wanna talk."

     Levi wasn't entirely convinced, but stopped moving away. The lead one
was actually kinda attractive. The idea that he may be interested in Levi as
a friend is what made him stay. The three were soon upon him, and surrounded
Levi.

     "Do you have any money we can borrow, kid?"

     "Uh, well, no." Levi stuttered.

     "Nothin'? You must have something!" One of the others spoke up.

     "No, I uh, really don't." Levi tried to move away but they had him
enclosed.

     "You trying to leave? Without paying the toll?" The third said, with a
wicked grin.

     "Yeah. This is our street. You gotta pay a toll." The leader chimed in.

     Levi really didn't have any money. "I spent my money on lunch at
school."

     "Oh, fuck this. Grab his bag." Two of them held him in place while the
leader rummaged through his bag, soon taking out his Game Boy.

     "Look at this, boys. It should do for today." The leader looked very
pleased.

     "No, please!" Levi begged "I got that for my birthday last year!"

     "Too bad, kid. Bring money tomorrow, or else we'll take somethin'
else." The second one let go of Levi, and looked over the Game Boy.

     Levi tried to take it back, but missed.

     "You crazy? Get the hell out of here before we kick your ass!"

     "But that's mine! My parents would never give me another one!" Levi
made another grab for it. He was scared, but that was one of favorite
possessions. Again, he missed, but this time the leader punched him in the
face, knocking him to the ground. Levi was dazed, but got back up and again
reached for the Game Boy.

     "Did I say you could get up?" the leader handed the Game Boy to one of
the others, and grabbed Levi by the shirt.

     "Listen you little punk! This is ours now. Got it?" he said, throwing
Levi to ground. Levi cried out as he landed hard on his arm. He couldn't
help it, this was too much - Levi started to cry. The three guys started to
laugh, high-fiving each other. Levi started to get angry, and threw away all
inhibitions. That was his, and he wasn't going to give it up without a
fight. Still on the ground, he got hold of the nearest one and bit his leg.

     "Shit! You fuck!" the guy exclaimed, dropping the Game Boy. The case
cracked, and the screen split as it reached the pavement.

     "You shouldn't have done that! You're really gonna get it now!" the
leader was furious, "Pick him up. I want him to see me pounding his ass."

     The other two quickly picked up Levi, holding him before the leader,
who was cracking his knuckles in preparation. Suddenly, from behind, a man
in a trench coat grabbed the leader and spun him around.

     "What the fuckin'..." the leader couldn't finish - The man laid a hand
on the leader's chest, somehow knocking him out.

     "What did you do to him?!" one of the two screamed. Both removed their
hands from Levi, and headed for the stranger. One even pulled out a
switchblade, however it didn't do much good. The stranger was oddly fast. He
was a blur. Quickly he managed to lay a hand on each of the guys' chests,
knocking them out just like the leader.

     "You are hurt, let me tend to you." The man reached for Levi, though he
resisted.

     "Don't worry, Levi. I am here to help you in every way I can." The man
suddenly seemed very friendly and trustworthy now that he was smiling. Levi
let down his resistance. The man checked over his wounds. Cuts, bruises -
nothing serious.

     "Hold still." The man said as he ran his hands rapidly over the trouble
spots. Levi became slightly scared - it was starting to burn. The man
stopped just before Levi was going to complain. Levi's eyes lit up. His cuts
were sealed. His bruises had lost their discoloration. No pain.

     "How did you do that?" Levi was in awe.

     "Oh, I can do many such things. I'm here to protect you." The
stranger's grin grew even wider. He was so friendly and comforting.

     "Who are you?" Levi asked, while trying to put his stuff back in order.

     "I'm your protector."

     "Oh, well, yeah I got that. What's your name?" Levi was a bit startled.

     "I'll be around for a while. We can discuss that and many other things
in time, but right now you need to get home."

     "Yeah, you're right. I don't know how I'm going to explain what
happened to my Game Boy." Levi looked at the broken toy with great
disappointment.

     "Huh? What is wrong with it?" The man had a sly grin on his face.

     "Well it cracked when it...." Levi stopped when he looked back at the
now mint-condition Game Boy.

     The man's smile grew even larger still. "Get on home, Levi. Don't
worry, I'll be around."

     "Thanks, yeah. But I have a lot of questions." Levi didn't get a
response, so had to remove his eyes from his favorite object, only to see
that the man had disappeared as quickly as he had appeared.

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     Second Chapter - Done.
     The next one should be out in a few weeks, like before. I hope all the
readers stay loyal, and that any who were waiting to see if I'd actually
keep going will swallow their pride (you arrogant bastards! ;-) ) and email.
In fact, everyone is welcome to email. More than that, everyone is required
to drop me a line. heheh Just in case you don't wanna go all the way back to
the top, my address is "Jacyn2000@hotmail.com" without the quotes. C-Ya next
time!