Date: Sun, 04 May 2008 22:50:21 -0400
From: J
Subject: TRIO: RICHARD AND BEAMER'S STORY

There were two giant catapults set up in the arena by day. It was ready to
fling boys at each other, boys who would fight each other in the air as
they sailed across it. Not wanting to lose boys to hitting the ground hard,
there were soft matts to break their fall and not cause injury, those who
were not stabbed in the air, would land safely. The show was about to start
but before this, inside a dark hallway, near a cage, a guard met Richard
and Beamer. "It's all set, boys. There will be someone outside who will do
as I asked. And there's someone who rigged the equipment to do what I want
it to do. Your escape will go as planned. No need for signals now, once
your outside in the stands, it's all up to your ability to pull it off,
speaking of which...'"

Richard looked at the big muscled man, "Great. Once we're outside, we'll
send you the money we agreed..."

"I don't need money, kid, I need the other thing we talked about..."

Beamer looked, suspicious, "What's that?"

The big guard, Adri, looked at him, "You'll do." He put his hands on
Beamer's bare bony shoulders, "Get down..."

Beamer got on his knees and pulled the guard's spandex shorts off. A thick
uncut cock fell about and stiffened as Beamer put both hands on the lower
shaft. Richard tugged Beamer away, "No! He's not about that. We didn't say
we would definitely do this!"

"It's this or the whole deal is off," Adri smiled. He was handsome with a
stiff body and a chiseled jawline. Big big BIG pecs and pointy nipples.

Richard put a hand on the big left pec, reaching up to the massively tall
Adri, "Listen, he's not really that experienced in these matters. I mean
I'll do it...I don't get it though, surely you must have lots of action
among the free guys, the guards, the arrow boys..."

"Nope." Adri smiled, "I don't wan em. I want gladiator boys, the
fighters. And among guards that is not looked well upon. I know it is done
but I haven't had the chance to do it out of that I'm always being watched
as head guard."

Beamer looked down, "And now I'll give head..." He put his fine thick lips
around the man's THICK veined shaft and started ministrations. Up and down.

"No!" Richard yelped. "It's gotta be me, I don't want him to..."

Beamer stood up and poked his finger into Richard's belly button hard,
"Shut up, ya pansy or I'll stick you with a weapon if you don't, like I did
to ya in that arena but this time I'll finish the job!"

Richard stood back, hurt. Did Beamer mean it? That was mean. He wanted to
cry. Then Beamer winked. "Uh, uh uh, I don't think I want my man here
to....NO!"

Beamer got down again and took in a mouthful of Adri's cock, wetting it up
again, as Adri grabbed Richard's sides and shook him a bit, "Quiet or we'll
be found. As it was, I made some cock..."

"MMMMMM!" Beamer said as he eyed Adri, "I'll say..." He muffed out.

"N bull story that I was taking you two to be checked out, that one of you
couldn't breath."

Richard looked down as Beamer snorted air out his nose, "I'll say one of us
can't."

"We'll be missed so once he's done with that...and by the way I want him
right where he is and you can get started on my ass!"

Richard gulped. Not that Adri wasn't handsome and frankly sexy, Richard
just didn't want anyone now but Beamer. Beamer nodded, his mouth full of
Adri's sex. Richard got behind Adri and saw the belt the guard wore on the
ground. He knew Adri would not even think they would try to resist such a
great big man like Adri. The belt had a long curved, striated metal dagger
there, a fine point in the holster. Richard had the choice, fuck this man
or slay him. He wanted to do both. Quickly he reached down and grabbed the
knife out and as he did so a hand grabbed his wrist and wrested it from
him. Richard gasped. He thought he'd had it. This was it. The guard would
grab the knife and slay him. Then he realized it was a more familiar
hand. It was Beamer's. Beamer had this hand on the knife and he took it by
the hilt, turned it, and eyeballed Richard from under Adri's spread legs
and hanging, swaying balls. He winked.

Adri threw his head up to the ceiling, "Ahhhhh, this is so fine! Say,
what's taking so long back there, little fucker, fuck me, man! You do it!
NOW!"

"Huh, okay!" Richard stood up, "But it's hard to reach you, you're so tall
and so big..."

Adri spread his body up even more and it was tight and muscled, every ab
sectioned off from the other, a seemingly 12 pack. "Hold my sides as you
FACK MY ASS, YOUNG SMOOTH BOY!"

Richard rolled his eyes and thought, "Make your move soon Beamer, I don't
want to listen to this shit any longer." He smacked his hands on the sides
of Adri's buttox and felt the hard muscle there. He was impressed.

Beamer was ready. He held the dagger in his hand hard and rubbed up and
down with the other hand but he had to move it to brace himself. He held
Adri's thick leg muscle from the front and jerked himself upward, full
body, while still holding onto Adri's cock, his mouth slipping from it but
his other, free hand staying there.

Adri was shutting his eyes and drooling, "Yeah, kid, give it to me or I'll
slay you wid me bare hands. Give it to me, cum on i'tll feel so damned
good, give me to me! CUM ON!"

"I'll give it to ya allright!" Beamer said and SHOVED!

?

In the dark underbelly labyrinth that passed for hallways, a massive guard
with a thick belly was having it used as a pin cushion for a knife that
Richard stole from him and passed to Beamer, who was in the process of
distracting the guard by giving him head! Beamer sent the knife flying into
the belly button of the guard and found that he had to use all his power to
cut in as the guard's navel was a hard knot of flesh and muscle beneath
prevented his stabbing easily. "Does that do anything for ya!" The guard
tried to power hug Beamer but Beamer did two things with his free hand. He
reached up and stood up using his legs. Reaching up he hit the man's vocal
chords by tapping on his neck, "I know that this experience is the bomb
when you can moan and utter words and shit but I can't have ya calling out
any warning to anyone!" The man could not make a sound now. Beamer guffawed
a laugh and then he hit the man's bicep and that made him drop one arm,
"That I'll return when I'm sur
 e you're not gonna try to squeeze me to death and I promise you a nice
death yourself, you big handsome hunkable!"

The guard was wide eyed as Beamer stabbed deeply with the knife and as he
just got used to the idea of a knife in his fine wide belly, Beamer rested
it there and then waited, then twisted harshly, Beamer making a deep
guttural sound himself, "AHHHHHHHHHHahahaha!" And breathing out hard as if
killing turned him on. And it did. He could feel the boy's naked sex
enlarged and enraging against his lower belly and pubes, rubbing there,
making them smoothly bulgy and hot. The guard still used his working arm to
grab at Beamer's knife hand and pull but this made Beamer mad and just stab
harder back in as the knife was pulled out a bit, "Richard! Hold him, man!"

Richard was behind and naked too and jerking but he gasped, "Uh? Oh, sorry,
shit! Shit sorry!" He got his arms up high on the tall guard and put them
under the guard's arms and hands around his lower neck....he could not
reach higher yet until the guard sunk and the guard's knees started to bend
and lower the big dude anyway so Richard was able to get his hands higher
up on the man's thick neck and he held him. Richard felt the blows Beamer
struck from inside. The knife was firmly back in and remained there. As the
guard sunk, Richard knew the man was finished and let go to watch. But he
couldn't just be passive so he jerked his dick on the guard's massively hot
lower back and rubbed up the spine with his dick, which was huge in girth
and thickness and pulsating at the head. The guard was now at head level
with the boys, for he was sinking but not fast and at their level he held
himself.

Beamer let his hand, which had to reach up at first stab since he was on
his own knees at first, follow the belly and he changed places with the
guard almost. He rose up on his legs as the guard sunk slowly. He kept the
knife there in the belly button and ripped navel ridge by jerking slightly
up and down at various times, up, wait, stab in, wait, move around to jerk
down the lower ridge, enlarging navel on both and then all
sides. Stretching it, ripping it, cutting it, jabbing in. Twisting. His own
dick bounced at the man's thick legs at first, then at his hard curved hips
which lead a way toward dick but the man's dick was uncut and furling,
unsure what to do. Pre cum leaked on Beamer's belly button and made it
stand out more on Beamer's own washboard. Then over the man's shoulder
Beamer saw Richard's beautiful face and couldn't resist. Beamer put his
head resting on the man's shoulder and Richard saw it.

Richard said, "How can I resist?" He planted a heavy kiss on Beamer's face,
meeting him on the man's shoulder as the man buckled a bit. The shoulder
bounced their jaws but they laughed in mid kiss and started to lick each
other's face and neck over the dying man's shoulder.

The dying guard felt this before he saw it but he turned his head and
huffed. Two boys. Two hot teen boys there making love with his pained body
in between them. It got him hot and as the boys made love one of them was
causing him intense belly pain lingering there in his stomach. And he knew
that because he was so muscled, he would take a long time to die. Beamer
gasped, "It'll take him a long time to die with this here knife in the
specimen of a bellllyyyy..."

Richard threw his tongue into Beamer's mouth after saying, "So, it'll give
us more time for..." His dick slowly cummed up the man's fine back and the
man jerking a bit, rubbed up and down as Richard rubbed up and down,
creating vibrations of pure bliss for both! The guard felt the fine thick
boy meat on his back and his own dick grew almost up to his pec middle, far
past the knife, bumping into it and the cold knife in his hot belly hitting
his dick made him jump and almost gasp. He sucked air in, he could still do
that if not audibly.

As the guard lowered some more, Beamer and Richard had more room to kiss
and French kiss. Richard put his arm around Beamer's side and as Beamer
tried to rub Richard's back, he moved his free hand and felt the guard's
solid lats. "God, this is hot!"

"I...I know," Richard gasped and closed his eyes.

"Me too, for me too..." The guard gasped but no sound came out. He turned
his head and saw the two boys making love with their mouths, their tongues,
and their eyes as Richard opened his again. They rubbed noses as they moved
their heads from side to side and as they did, Beamer moved the knife side
to side inside the navel deeply. The guard's nerve pinch wore off, that was
how long it was since he was stabbed. And he said, "Hot....hot...you
guy...boys are hot....go for it and make me feel....it good." He didn't
want to call out to warn anyone. He just wanted this to last forever and if
he called out, it wouldn't. His dick erupted against Beamer's right side
and white met peach colored tanned golden skin. He didn't go limp though
for his dick was ready at once, standing tall and firm. A blond tanned
golden boy with a fine voice was gumming the other darker boy's lower lip,
their wonderfully colored eyes opening and closing in fine blissful cruelty
to him and love to each othe
 r. The very shaking of their bodies and his own in dying and their's in
loving made them all hot. Richard erupted up the man's bulgy solid, non fat
back and shot up the neck. The man could feel it go up the back of his head
into his short crewcut hair and some splashed blob like on his left ear,
dripping down after cumming up it.

Richard was moaning, "oh oh oh oh oh oh ohoh oh oh oh ohhhhhh. I love
ya..."

Beamer was gasping too, "I do too tooo toooo much man, this is too much..."

With every move, Beamer made the knife count. The man's innards were much
even if outside looked fairly unwounded when compared to how much Beamer
cut inside. Each move, each love making tongue twisting, was equaled with a
jerk or a nub or a rub or a twist or dip of the knife. "Oh die well, big
guy, die well, it's so good, you feeling it damn well, ain't ya? Richard,
boy, I love you so much! I could just kill for you!"

Richard laughed, "You are...."

"You know I didn't mean it when I said I would...."

Richard licked his cheek and kissed his own saliva off it. Their drool more
than once pooling on the dying man's slumping shoulder, massive though it
was. "Oh, that? I know...I know you only meant it to divert this big jerk
off..." He laughed.

"Hey, that's me..." The guard's eyes rolled and he sank some more, his
shoulders were at their belly level now and they had to lean over him to
kiss and their dicks met at his right nipple and wet it. "Show some
respect..."

"FOR...." Beamer swished the knife up and down harder and harder with each
word, "THE..." He pulled up and made the navel top totally gone as the
sharp blade, even at the hilt was damaging, "DEAD???????" He turned to look
at the guard for the first time in ages, "THAT WHAT YA MEANT FOR THAT'S
WHAT YOU ARE...DEAD!"

"OHHHHHHHHHHH!" The guard slumped down to his knees and Beamer stabbed the
point downward and then upward, creating more gasps and then he put his
dick on the man's shoulder, and Richard's was already there and they played
swords with their dicks on the man's shoulder as the man jerked and tried
to fall, but couldn't with them there pressing from both the front and the
back. Their dicks shot hoses filled with yet more pudding cum!

The guard jerked and jerked, his own hands on his dick and alternately
trying to hold the wound in his belly. He put his hands on his lower belly
and let them press there. "HHAAAAAAA!" Beamer unplugged with this war cry
and moved back. The guard tottered back but hit Richard's boy body there
and then bumped off Richard, cum stuck to his shoulder and tying him to
both boys with thick ropes....and bumped off Richard and fell forward as
Beamer just watched him in triumphant glee and proudness. Beamer's eyes
glistened. "We don't have time for this!"

Richard smiled, "I'm glad we did it though...that was soo fuckin HOT!"

The guard stopped moving. Beamer said, "Help me pull this big idiot into
the alcove over there..."

"Supposed someone realizes?"

"Believe me, the way this guy acts, no one is missing him or looking for
him, at least not right now."

Richard heard the crowd above, "The games are about to begin?!"

"Yeah, come on, let's hide him."

They pulled him to the dark corner of stone, which was once used for
gladiators to sit and meditate, the chair now gone. Richard handed Beamer
his loin cloth and had his own but they didn't put it on. They both
shrugged as if they weren't sure what to do with these any more. Beamer
shook the remainder of squeezed out cum from his dick, Richard just let his
cum out naturally. "Cum on," he said, "This is crazy...we want to escape,
right?"

"Yes."

"And we're gonna do it right from the arena...?"

"Yes!" Beamer's eyes glistened with excitement.

"In full view of everyone?"

"YES!"

"Shhh! That is crazy nuts!"

Beamer put his free hand by the boy's nuts, "YES! That's why I like it!" He
felt up the balls there and said, "Come on. Oh wait, look, a discarded
sword...." He found it in the alcove. Probably some dead gladiator left it
there or something. He picked it up and moved out, "Let's make way before
we're missed...."

"Yeah this guy can't give us our cover..."

"He gave us enough doncha think?"

"Yeah," Richard laughed as they moved out. Richard was first. As they moved
out, they heard but never saw someone coming up on them fast and a guard
turned the corner at major stone junction.

The guard was taller and lankier than the last one. "Hey where are you two
hotties going?"

Richard held up the loin cloth, "We just wanted some time to, you know,
before the games, it makes us wayyy hot...."

"And just what are you two...." Now his face told the story. He thought he
knew what they were doing down here and as he said this, Richard's words
registered in his brain, "....doing down here??"

Beamer came forward, the hidden weapons behind his back, now in front,
"THIS!" He put the sword all the way into the guard's belly button!

The guard didn't get the feeling right away, "Oh, as long as you aren't
getting into troubleLLLLILLilllllilllllEWWLLLLLL! OAF!"

"You are! An oaf!" Richard got behind the guy and knew the drill. He held
the guy from behind and this one was taller but fell faster. In no time,
Richard's mouth was at the guy's ear as Beamer followed the guy down, even
getting on his own knees to keep the sword in there. "You're dying, dude,
enjoy. I mean you're at a place few get to in life or in death. What'you
feelin is not life, not death, it's something in between and you as you are
in between me and my lover...he's hot, doncha think? Feel it, embrace it,
believe me, I know what it feels like to have hot burning feeling from cold
steel in your hot abs!"

The guard couldn't believe it. Two ...two kids were killing him. Him! His
hunky body and strong will. He shook to get loose. Beamer yelled, "Hang
onta him, Richard! Hang on!"

Richard gasped, "Beamer! We don't have time for this!"

"I know!" Beamer took the sword out and winged in with the knife. He held
it up to the guard's wide eyed face, "How'd you like it RIGHT in DA GUTS!"
He stabbed into the lower guts, just above pubes, if this guy had any for
he shaved them all off daily. He pulled out with the knife, in with the
sword, out with the sword, in with the knife. Then he did the same thing in
the belly button mess he already made, and was like a prize fighter
punching. Only he was punching huge holes in the guy's bellybutton. "YEAH
BOYYYYY, RIGHT IN THE BELLY BUTTON! GONNA TAKE A LONG TA TO DIE MAYBE BUT
NOT NOW WITH THIS HERE KNIFE IN YOUR BELLY!"

Richard whispered in the guy's ear as the guy got lower and lower,
"Remember this feeling, you ain't gonna feel anything like it again. In
fact, you ain't gonna feel anything at all in a few moments."

There was something about knowing that the feeling was going to end soon
that made the guard even hotter and he shook, his dick opening up on
Beamer's belly. Richard rubbed his nose on the guy's right cheek as he
spoke. He nibbled on the guy's shoulder and neck. Beamer stabbed his last,
"Keep the weap....we can't bring it where we goin, man."

Richard looked as Beamer left the knife in the guy and brought the sword up
to the guy's belly and stabbed, then dragged it up at the guy's pecs from
the belly and down again, down, encompassing the navel area and down, down,
down to the guy's dick beginnings. Then Beamer kicked it in! Richard saw it
pop out the back with a sickening yet satisfying crash sound. "Hey watch
it, Beam! Ya almost got me....again."

"S...s..sorry. Got carried away."

"Let's go!" Richard said, "And don't worry, I wouldn't let ya stab me."

"Hang on, I gotta..." Beamer finished up his cum on the guard's back as the
guy fell forward, a wet sound under him, ripping as he fell onto the sword
and it wiggled in his back, jutting out and not sure where to hang or
go. The knife was embedded there too and just creating a part of the
guard's new body...one that didn't last. He jerked and a BIG widening pool
of white spread out from both sides of his torso AND from his pecs and
shoulders. He cam a lot and his sounds made the boys think he liked
it. Richard proudly said, "I don't havta I..."

Beamer made an eyebrow raise on one side in a cocky gesture, "Ya sure of
that, pal?"

Richard, as he ran ahead, left a trail of CUM, cuming out of him as he ran,
unaware of it. His dick tingled and Richard turned back sheepishly. "Guess
not..." He gulped, "Now cum on..."

"If I do that, we'll never get outta here..."

"Stop. It's the arena for us....next stop....the arena..."

"Let's hope and pray it's not the last stop for us..."

?

Wide hipped Alan, a crewcut headed fighter from Jim's camp was on the
platform ready to step onto the catapult. He was edgy and moving back and
forth, shaking his shoulders to warm himself up for the coming fight in the
air. He held a long sword in his right hand and his left hand was free. The
announcer began, "And now the first in air battle. The rules are simple,
Jim's fighter here, will be shot into the air to land on the mats
underneath. While in the air he will attempt to divert the launch
trajectory of the fighter named Meer, who will be armed in same as you can
see and will be shot at the same exact time."

Alan had low hanging shorts, which revealed his extended but muscled belly,
not without some baby fat but with more muscle. His dark eyes and light
colored crewcut made for an attractive look. He had firm nipples and a set
of pecs that were just starting to develop nicely. His belly button was a
nice ridge outtie but innie in the center. He had a grim smile on.

Meer had a cold face, and his hair was a mix of bright red, some brown, and
some blond streaks. He had equally cold brown orbs for pupils. He held a
sword similar to Alan's. He wore low hanging blue hang-out pants. His abs
were large and not always well defined in places but strong looking and
while not without fat, as impressive as Alan's, maybe more so. He also
looked a bit older than Alan, despite being near enough in age. Meer was
still and stiff, in all ways. He stood on the other catapult.

Dressed in their loin cloths now, Beamer and Richard made their way out of
the upper exit, having bluffed their way up and out of the underground
cavern halls. "Oh please don't tell anyone, we just needed some private
time," they told the guards. Innout wasn't terribly strict about his boys
being off for some private time and the guards thought this was okay. In
fact, Innout wasn't terribly strict with his boys to begin with. Most of
them thought this life was better than what they had before and most
thought there was nothing better outside. And most didn't get out of
line. Innout was fair and kind to them and handled discipline nicely enough
as to not to encourage bad behavior but not to make the boys hate him
either. Beamer and Richard didn't hate him, in fact, it was just the
reverse. He took Richard in when Jim wanted him dead and Igno didn't care a
stitch. It would be a shame to leave him behind like this in the lurch and
looking bad but they knew Innout didn't give a r
 at's fig about that. If boys wanted to leave so bad, they had heard him
say more than once, then they are welcome to try it and succeeding, he was
apt to let them alone. Recovering from massive multiple orgasms, the two
boys sat in the highest seat they could find, usually not the best seats
but they found a place in the back of Innout's boys and no one seemed to
care, some noticed, some did not but all just smiled at them. They had a
reputation and this helped them. Beamer whispered, "Ready?"

"Ready as I'll....ever be." Richard said. "From here we can reach it?"

"I can, as planned. You just hang on tight," Beamer rubbed his lover's bare
back. "N' if we die...at least..."

"We tried to get out of this shit life hell hole of killing and dying like
animals..."

"Yeah I have always wondered what a peaceful death would look like or feel
like."

"Oh yeah, me too," Richard said, "I've tried to even force a dream in that
way but I have no way of experiencing it even if I knew it."

Beamer shook his head, "Here they go and so do we..."

Richard took his place as Beamer squatted up from his seat. Richard got on
the seat and put both arms around Beamer. Beamer bent down and Richard
closed his eyes. The muscled axeman was about to cut the catapult on Alan's
side. Another was to do the same thing on the other side, where Meer
stood. Beamer jumped----Richard clinging to him--- and it was a wide jump
but he made it to the catapult launcher just as Alan tried to jump
on. Beamer puffed and hit Alan's chest with an open palm and took his
sword, "I'll take that, thank you very much!" The rope was cut and Alan,
fallen back a bit, was shocked to see Beamer and Richard flying up through
the air!

The trajectory was off from what Alan was to take so Meer passed by but as
he saw two boys, he threw himself off and aimed his sword straight out to
stab into the chest of the boy in front. Beamer held out his sword and
cut. Meer's body was cut in half, at the belly, hip to hip and his hands
went to hold his lower abs and found dangling tubing. "Not half the man we
are!" Beamer and Richard, to the shock of some, bemusement of others,
amusement of others, horror of others flew at the wall...

Richard opened his eyes, "We're not gonna make it over!"

Beamer smiled confidently, "Yeah we are!" He used his feet to kick off the
top as they passed and they flew down.

Jim, Innout, and Igno all watched, eyes diverted to the sky and the follow
through of the boys' wild journey through it.. Where the boys crazy? Did
they want to die on the other sides' cement ground? Stone in some places?

Beamer and Richard flew down like arrowed birds. But the arrow boys had
been too stunned to take any shots. The boys flew down and down but landed
on a hay filled wooden cart that was wheeled by a hooded figure. A
moment. They kicked. "C'mon," Richard gasped, "We gotta move it, they'll be
after us in a split second!"

The hooded figure took the hood down and the two boys were stunned to see
who's face it was. Innouts! Beamer jumped up and lunged with the sword
point held straight out! This guy pulled a thicker longer sword and knocked
it out of Beamer's hand in one motion. Beamer fell back onto the hay,
"Well, Richard, we tried, failed but a good attempt."

The hooded man who looked just like Innout smiled and held his sword
up. Beamer closed his eyes. Richard jumped over Beamer and landed feet
first at the wagon's end, "NO!"

"No, of course, no," the man smiled, "You have to take this cart, there is
a horse over there. They'll have to find their own horses and..."

Beamer got up, "Wait a sec, are you the backer who helped us bribe the
guards?"

"Yeah," the man smiled, "I'm the twin brother of your...former leader,
Innout. By the way were the guards give enough?"

Beamer smiled, "Hey yeah, they rose to the occasion."

Richard nodded, "No, not really. They wanted sex from us, can you believe
that?"

The twin put hand on Richard's smooth belly and rubbed, "Yeah, I can
believe that. I would too but I wouldn't take it from you if you didn't
wanna give it. Any ways, they served their purpose. I take it they are
dead?"

"Yes," Beamer retrieved the sword and held it up, Meer's gore still
entangled on it, "You take it right."

"Take this cart and go," the twin said.

"What about you?"

"I have ways of hiding in the woods and the desert... now go..."

"Okay," Richard said and didn't argue. They began to push the cart.

"Just over those hills," the twin pointed.

"Can we trust him?" Richard asked.

Beamer shrugged.




Beamer and Richard sold the cart and the horse to an old man who needed
it. The old man was selling pots and pans on the road and his cart broke
down and his horse died so Beamer and Richard sold it for some food the old
man had brought from a far away town. They walked through the woods now and
found the hilly area nice but as they made their way down another hill they
saw a lush semi jungle, forest that had long outgrown itself. Walking
through it, they became tired. The pair saw a cottage. Beamer rubbed his
eyes, "Am I....?"

"Hear that?"

"It sounds like those things the electricians use to make our power...what
are they called?"

"A generator, I think," Richard squinted, "Let's see if anyone's home?"

The cottage had a curved roof, shingled and it was painted in front in
pink. There were gardened trellises on both sides of the small home and a
front door in blue. The path to the door had stones on either side and
flowers rowed along it. There were kept gardens on both sides of the path
too. The roof was white and a garland wreath was on the door. Hanging
flower pots were on either side of the front door's small overhang. The
boys approached, never seeing anything like this. They touched a lot of it
before finally knocking. No one answered. Richard smelled the flowers,
"Looks like no one's home."

"Well, we can't be polite. If this place has some food or water we can use,
we have to check it out."

"Yes but it could mean another fight...I had hoped we left those far behind
us..."

Beamer held the sword up, "We still have this and didn't leave it far
behind."

"Suppose. I suppose. We only know what we've read about the outside world
from books and seen the rare smuggled in video or two...but...I thought it
would be different."

"If it is, it is. If not..." Beamer held the sword up and said, "Try the
door..."

Richard put his hand on the knob and turned. It opened. They carefully went
in. Beamer pushed Richard aside and went in first, not to be proud but to
protect him if there was something inside that could kill his love of his
life. Richard smiled, "Always looking out for me."

"You bet," Beamer didn't look at him but felt his hand on his
shoulder. "Look at this. Just look..."

They were in an old fashioned home. Cosy chairs and a green couch, a rugged
room in blue. What looked like a video screen. They made their way through
it apprehensive and cautious. There were things they never saw
before. There was a front bay window but curtains of aqua blue as well as a
dozen potted plants and statues of animals prevented seeing in or out of
it. They smiled at the nick knacks there and Richard picked some up to look
at them. There was a porcelain cat and a similar dog statue. They were made
to fit together at their bases. He smiled and looked at Beamer who beamed a
smile back at him. They moved through a kitchen area.


They opened a cabinet over a sink. Inside were canned goods. And in a
refrigerator they found more food and drink. They rejoiced. But as they
calmed down in their glee over these discoveries, they heard a sound.

She was old. Very old. She smiled as she waited to die. Wrinkled. Difficult
to breath. Hard to walk. Still she stood up from the bed, clean as the
entire house was. She moved to a stereo set up in the bedroom. It was
on. She heard two boyish gasps. At the door there were two boys, one dark
and handsome and bright in outlook, the other careful and serious faced but
blond as the sun. They were watching her as though she were some kind of
monster. "I suppose I look like a monster to you."

They stared. Was this an old person?

"You know me, I'm 150 years old, now, I've lived a good long life."

Beamer looked at Richard and Richard returned the shocked stare. Beamer
thrust the sword into Richard's fingers, and let him take it. He moved
forward. Richard put a hand Beamer's shoulder, "Beamer, don't."

Beamer smiled and took his fingers and kissed the top of the hand, "It'll
be alright." He moved toward the old lady.

He reached out to her face as she watched him. She studied his
face. Gulped. "My....you...you've come back," She said as he touched her
wrinkles.

Beamer looked, "My...but you are beautiful...."

Richard called, "Do you know us?"

"Yes, Franz...." The old women put her arms around Beamer's sides and he
drew back slightly but this didn't deter her, "My Franz...how I loved you
and you me...still do. Why did you have to go away?"

Beamer swallowed as the woman's hand moved up to a switch and music
started. It was the song from the movie GHOST, something about My Love
going to the open sea and waiting for me. I'll be home wait for me, that
kind of thing. UNCHAINED MELODY. It was nice. The boys never heard
something like it before, so calm. Richard moved to the other wall and saw
a shelf and picked up a photo stand, "Beam, she must think you, you're
her..." He went over to Beamer and showed him the picture, whispering,
"Look, you look just like this guy, it must be her husband."

"This is my husband, silly and you are my son, Dirk," the woman said, "Dirk
be a good boy and let us dance, one more time before..."

She put her hand on Beamer's shoulder and Beamer followed. "You lead?"

"I lead," she said and the pair danced. Richard carefully replaced the
photo on the shelf and watched the pair dance. He smiled at them. Beamer
put his head down as the woman put hers on his shoulder. He felt her
back. It felt strange and old. The song continued on and it went on and on
but it didn't bore the boys. It was wonderful to them. "My love.....my one
love....I hunger for your love...."

When it was over, the woman said to Beamer, "Thank you, Franz. Thank you
Beam."

Beamer carefully lead her to the bed, for she looked pained and tired. He
put her back down toward the bed and she laid down. "It is time for me to
go."

Beamer swallowed. Richard joined them and stood on the opposite side of the
bed. They had never seen such an old person before and they touched her
face some more to her amusement. She pointed to an old dresser, "In there
is my diary. It tells why I wanted to die alone after my husband died. I
wanted my four sons to go on, away from here, to raise their families and
their sons and their sons' sons in peace and safety." She smiled and then
she got scary, as she whispered, "Boys vanish around these parts. Something
or someone takes them for God knows what. I think it might be for
sport...or worse... goodbye my son Dirk, tell the others I loved them too,
and my one true love Franz, you know I love you. It was a good life. I have
no regrets and I know I shall see you again some day soon. What is mine is
yours, take what you need, stay if you would like, go with peace...."

"Peace?"

"Peace?"

"Peace," she answered them both.

And then she closed her eyes and this warm glow came over her. The boys
watched in awe as before their eyes a peaceful death happened. A spirit
seemed to emanate from her. Her body was still and seemed to rest even
further. There was so much love in the room they could smell it. It smelled
like fresh flowers, perfume....they breathed in the peace, the love, the
calmness of death. Nothing they had ever seen before. They stood and
watched her for a long, long time. They couldn't take their eyes off the
peaceful death. They didn't want to ruin it by talking. Nothing they could
say, even to each other could match the experience. This is what it is
suppose to be like, they both thought. They watched her almost six
hours. Then they left the room, to go sit at the kitchen table, the kitchen
done up all in yellow walls and flower decorations. Sunshine came in
through a side window. They shook themselves from the experience.

"Wow," they said together. "That was nice."

"She...she was nice," Richard smiled weakly.

"Yes," Beamer said, "She was. We'll. We'll bury her."

"Oh, oka...okay," Richard said, still in revere. "Yes, we must."

"I want to stay here so much," Beamer said.

"Let's find the diary," Richard said.

They did. It took five minutes to find it but another hour and a half to
leave the room since they wanted to stare at her some more. They read the
diary in the living room. The woman did have a full life. Her last entry
told them that she expected boy nappers to come here looking for her
family, looking for boys. They came once before. The two read the diary
completely. They fell asleep fighting over it in another bedroom and fell
asleep with it between them. They rested their heads on each other. The
next day....came quickly. Calm wind blew hot air.


After burying her on the path outside, the most peaceful place the boys
could think of, they talked about the diary.

"We have to go," Beamer said. "They know about her and here."

"Yes," Richard stated sadly. "Overwise, they will come here and destroy
this place looking for us or fighting us or killing us..."

"I don't want to bring that here, do you?"

"Oh ...uhm, no," Richard stated, "but the diary, further back. You read
what it was like. What families were like."

"Yes," Beamer answered slowly, tears wanting to come. "Yes, I did."

They started out on the path and moved away from the little cabin. They
turned the generator off so it would not make sounds noticeable to
searchers. They walked away. Beamer turned back, a back pack on filled with
stuff, "Shame we couldn't stay, it would have been like a real home, a nice
home."

Richard looked back, "Yes, but some day, I will come back. I will."

Beamer nodded, "I believe you. And I...I shall come with you."

They walked off and they didn't notice UNCHAINED MELODY began playing
again.