Well folks we have finally reached the end of the line on the lucky number 13. I was originally planning to release it as two chps instead of this one but because I love irony and the fact that I want to make up for the last chp snafu, which by the way I sent in a revised chp that has most of the problems fixed, I give this chapter as my gift to you the readers. I hope you have enjoyed this story as much as I have had writing it. Enjoy.
Again, this is a story about gay relationships with a SF twist so 1. if you are breaking the law, underage, or just hate gay stuff don't read any further. The world wide web is a big place so you can find something else. 2. As this is a SF story everything is a big lie. The story is not based on any real person place thing, or another person's idea. So any similarities are pure chance. 3. Since this story is of my own creation, i have the copyright to it. No other postings, except at nifty, are allowed. Nor is the selling of the story to others permitted.
JMH
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That night John dreamt of wolves running in a pack in the forest. One, whose hair was red stopped and moved towards me and for some reason John knew it was Jacob. The wolf came up to him and licked my hand before looking for the rest of his pack but they were gone. The wolf/Jacob began howling in sorrow for something lost. John sat down next to him and patted him on his side. The wolf then turned to face me with his green eyes as if contemplating something before he started licking my face. John laughed and Jacob yipped a few times before rolling onto his back and squiggling. He wanted his belly rubbed John could tell and he gave him a good one. Near the end of the rub, the wolf flipped over knocking John on his back with Jacob over him. While a sane man would be afraid of having a giant wolf's head over him, the silly grin on the dog was too much for John not to laugh at. He then gave him a cleaning, licking every part of his face. Afterwards he let John sit up and laid his head in his lap. John scratched him behind the ears while we sat there until I awoke.
John awoke to the pain of a needle pricking to his arm. Dr. Wane was hovering over him taking blood samples.
"How's the patient today. Can you talk?"
John tried to speak but found he still couldn't. "No." He thought instead to see if the same trick work with Louis as it did Jacob.
"Well at least you can transmit your thoughts now. You won't be able to eat solid food for a while so we will have to feed you though an IV. It will leave you weak and when you start eating again you'll get the runs but it is the only thing we can do for now."
John felt a warm body beside him, and saw that Jacob was still clinging to his arm.
"I see that Jacob has made you his pack. Good. He was a good guard until he decided he could no longer handle the isolation and became an animorph, he lost his independence in the process. He will depend on you from now on but he will also be loyal to you to the end." Louis said as he patted Jacob on the head. Jacob opened his eyes and smiled before snuggling closer to John. Well I'll leave you two alone now. Travis will be by sometime at noon as will I, take care.
After Louis left Jacob jumped out of the bed and ran into the bathroom. After hearing the toilet flush and the sink run, Jacob came back with a razor, scissors, a pair of wet and dry towels, shaving cream, and an ointment tube. He pulled the sheets off John since he couldn't do it himself, and proceeded to remove the shirt John was wearing. He dampened John's face with the cloth and started applying shaving cream. He then furnished John an expertly given shave without a nick. After the shave, he cleaned and dry John's face. He finished it off with a kiss on the nose
Then John saw in Jacob's facial expression and sensed with his emotions he had a devilish plan up his sleeve. He grabbed both of John's legs and pulled him further down the bed he then went back up to face him, Gave John a wicked grin and started to move my arms so that were over my head, exposing my arm pits.
"Oh no" I thought.
Jacob only smiled wider and shook his head yes. Out of eyesight, Jacob leaned down and proceeded to give my armpits a through licking.
"Oh my g.." John thought, never receiving the type of lick and suck that Jacob was doing. As soon as he was sure one arm was good and wet, he went to the other and did the same to it. John felt a stir in his groin and his dick rose up as if to see what was happening that was so interesting.
When he was done, he got out the shaving cream again and went forward with lathering up each pit. This time John was sure that he would get razor burn and he was right. But after wiping each arm clean, Jacob brought out the jar of ointment, applied a dab to his middle and index finger and proceeded to rub it in to each pit. The feeling of the cool ointment and the small circular motions Jacob made sent the blood rushing to John's head. Jacob's grin only got wider with each mental groan of pleasure John made.
Hoping that he was done, Praying he was done John felt relieved when Jacob began removing things from the head of the bed. But John's heart sank when all he really did was move them to the end of the bed.
"NO!," John screamed mentally as Jacob began to pull at his boxers.
In making fun of John's predicament, Jacob put his hand to his ear to make out that he could not hear me. He kept that pose as if he were expecting a reply. John kept sending out No's to him but he continued to pretend he did not hear him. After a few second he shrugged his shoulders as to signify that John had not told him to stop and proceeded to pulling his boxers all the way down. When his dick was freed it bounced up against his stomach.
Fear filled John as Jacob licked his lips and started to crawl on top of him. He went as far as John's stomach where he ran his tongue along the ridges of his abs. The electric feeling raised the hair on the back of John's neck as Jacob's tongue twisted and turned along the grooves. John's breathing started to deepen as his heart pickup pace. Jacob was a well built man. Strong shoulders, smooth chiseled body, except from a small line of hair between his pecks and a line of trimmed hair that lead from his belly button to his prick.
It was then while he was on top of John that John noticed that his dick was hairless. Was Jacob planning to do the same to him?
Jacob seemed to know what John was thinking since he gave him another wicked grin and began to lick the area of his crotch, matting down the hair. He was really getting into it. His hip gyrations rubbed his hard dick against the side of John's right leg, leaving a snail trail of pre-cum. This was an act of a man who had found happiness and wanted to share it with the one he felt was responsible. Underlining it was a life of isolation and the need for love, the surrendering of part of his humanity to gain a sense of belonging, and the abuse he received from Gordon. All he wanted was to be a giver and receiver of love and affection. He wanted John to be the person to give it to him and John wanted him to feel loved.
Tears were running down both our eyes as we came to understand how we both felt. Jacob pulled himself up to John's face and kissed him and nuzzled his nose. The kissing went on for some time and while John could not do much other then opened his mouth to accept him, it was glorious. John was beginning to understand what being an empath meant. In the act of love it forms a loop with each person feeling what the other does. This causes a build up of passion as love feeds love, increasing the desire of each partner.
After the kiss, Jacob worked his way back down, teased the tip of my dick with his tongue. He then went and got the shaving cream and began spreading it around my crotch.
"Please Jacob don't." John sent out.
Jacob just smiled and spoke vocally for the first time, "Trust me."
Shock by the sincerity in his voice I gave my head a little nod.
He took out the razor and began to make his sweeps. Sweep up, breath in, sweep up breath out, was the pattern we both followed. When he was done, there was only a patch left on top. He took the dry towel and cleaned everything up. He then pick up the scissors and trimmed what was left and John's balls. He then carefully shaved his sac, giving it a few extra tugs near the end that caused John's cock to drool. He gave the area a final wipe with the towel before he began the real show. Sitting his butt on John's thighs he lifted my dick off John's stomach and pressed it against his own hard prick. Wrapping both hands around the bundle he set in motion a double jerk off.
"Aaaa, Aaaa, Aaaa, Aaaa," Jacob gasped with each stroke.
John's mouth was agape but no sound was forthcoming. The sensations were amazing both physically and emotionally. The heat from both their dicks spread to John's stomach, creating a burning sensation. The ridge of the head of his dick tickled as it moved up and down. John could not last long. His balls began to rise and he could feel the pressure building. In three large bursts, He let loose his load over himself. The sexual release sent a tingle through out his body and left with a sense of unusual calm.
While John's breathing slowed, Jacob's picked up. His gasping was quicker, shorter and louder. His once white skin had picked up a pink hue and his eyes were like a green fire. He released both dicks and thrust his hips forward, giving off a long moan. His cum squirted out and onto John's chest. After release, he leaned forward and entered into a long kiss. At the same time he used one of his hands to smear their cum together. He then used his tongue to lick it up and feed it to John's mouth.
John felt at peace and with each drop of cum that entered his mouth the feeling increased. His eyes became heavy and closed but Jacob continued to feed me. Eventually he stopped, wrapped his arms around John's neck and laid down on top of him. Before I fell asleep he whispered one word in my ear; "Tor" as if he were making a proclamation.
Kip Vassar saw a window of opportunity open when he had his daily meeting with Travis Gannon. The gray glow in Travis's eyes could mean only one thing, Travis's new toy was an omega. This could be dangerous or the chance he had been waiting for. Travis was always smug about being the strongest and bonding to an omega would make him more so on both counts. But before the bonding is completed though, Travis would be vulnerable and distracted as would be his men. All he would have to do is kill John. But to do that, he needed to accelerate the development of his son, Gordon. Lucky for him, the two could be done at the same time. If John were to die before the bond was complete, the shock to Travis would shatter his mind. Getting close to John would be the problem and Gordon was the solution.
John woke up to the touch of a person's hand caressing his check. Jacob was still on top of me asleep but next to the bed was Travis. He had a gentle smile on his face as he looked at me.
"I see that Jacob has made you his Tor."
"I heard Jacob say that. What does it mean?"
"Jacob has a pack mentality and a pack needs a leader. That is the Tor. And just like a person can't make people want to follow you, it is the follower who picks who his Tor is. Jacob picked you. It is a great responsibility he has given you. He will look to you for help. You will be his example, his role model. If he hurts he will look to you to comfort him. If he is scared he will look to you for courage. In return he will give you his love and loyalty.
"How can I help him I know so little about this world."
"Well in this case I think Jacob's sense of loyalty will be more in tune to keeping you out of trouble and doing thing that are for your own good like this morning's activities."
"You know what happened?" John thought with a little embarrassment.
"Well I did not need to spy on you to know what happened, its written all over both your bodies but I did anyway." Travis grinned. "He can be a little devil when he sees something he wants can't he."
"Yes." John smiled
"He loves you very much you know."
"I do to but I don't know why."
"Its part of our nature in being T's"
"How so?"
"Well just as I told you last night, we T's are a very lonely bunch, separated from our emotions most of the time. But, when we gather in large groups, the small amounts of emotions we do feel build up on each other. Makes our parties large and hedonistic. Another problem we have as T's is that we either like someone or hate them. There is no middle ground. First meetings are all important because our talents curse us with knowing the nature of each other quickly. You have a good soul and everyone can see it. In our culture of excess, you are the white rock in the middle of a muddy pond. You have not feigned love like we have in a sad attempt to experience it. Your nature is to love and I will do whatever I can to insure that you keep your innocence."
John finally asked the question that had been in the back of his mind; "What are we?"
Travis took a deep breath before answering; "We don't know for sure. All we do know is that our cells have two nuclei, two different centers of DNA. One is our human DNA the other has a completely different code and follows a different biology. It is from these different genes that we get our talent. We don't call them gifts because it can be both a blessing and a curse. We know that around 1000 years ago, this new DNA was introduced into people's bodies. Most only received a tiny portion of it in the form of Spanish influenza but a few received the full amount. In those people, the random sequences of DNA in their human nucleus copied itself and reorganized and reassembled into the new nucleus. These transposon DNA sequences were believed to be junk DNA that were theorized to have been from viruses. Now, they seemed to sequence into expressible genes such as our eyes.
"Why have I seen no women here?"
"Well you know the stereotype that women are better conversationalists then men, right?"
"Yeah."
"Well there seems to be some biological proof for the reason why. The portion of the brain used in conversation is larger in women and uses both sides of the brain. In men, only one side of the brain is used. It appears that the one side that men do not use is where our talents develop. In women, their bodies try to develop the talent on both sides, which is the equivalent of doubling the volume at a rock concert. They also run into problems in that they can't block out other people's thoughts. The result is stimulus over load. Their brains never rest and just like a horse you keep running nonstop, they eventually die. We've developed a drug to prevent the talent from developing but because they loose something in the process, none have lived past the age of 32.
"Is that why all the men here are gay."
"No, that has more to do with our pack mentality. We feel most comfortable around each other and that sense of comfort leads to physical attraction and the desire to become closer. Many of the men here are bisexual or were once straight. The bisexual ones marry the few women we have and from them we reproduce. Or, they bring in a "normal" human man or woman from the outside and the three together have a child."
"How does that work?"
"We found out that our sperm bonds to normal sperm. By creating a duct between the prostate and the anal cavity our sperm can join with another person's when they ejaculate. If that person is having or soon does have sex with a woman, the twin sperm will fertilize the egg. For reasons we don't understand, after the second trimester, the woman's DNA dies off and only the two males remain. I'm hoping one day that we could have a baby or two."
"Your such a romantic." John teased.
"Of course Jacob here would not mind having a few nieces and nephews to protect." Travis laughed as he ruffled his hair.
Jacob woke up and smiled at Travis and gave me a peck on the cheek before getting out of the bed. Travis admired his handy work, fondling John's now hairless balls.
"Good work Jacob, I bet he protested the whole way."
"Yep." Jacob smiled. "Look at my mark." Jacob said while showing his left arm to Travis. On his arm was what looked like a black tribal ban tattoo with a strange mark in the center that looked half Asian half Egyptian. Jacob then jumped over the bed and grabbed John's left arm. "His is coming too." Jacob said happily.
"Good, you can show it off to you old friends at the barracks, I bet they'll all be jealous." Travis encouraged.
"I also have the same mark like Jacob's." John mentally thought.
"Not quite. Yours is larger and without the band. That marks you as a Tor. Jacob's mark shows him to be the First of a Tor."
"The First?"
"First lieutenant is probably a more complete description. It means that the two of you are very close in spirit. It is a fairly rare occurrence and earns the bearers prestige amongst the animorphs. Jacob here can impress his friends with it."
"Glad I could help."
"He's a good man but can be silly at times." Jacob said jokingly. "He does not know what is for his own good."
"I guess the pack will have to teach the Tor, wont they." Travis snickered.
"I guess they will." Jacob laughed, understanding the irony.
"Well right now I would like to do some teaching myself." Travis said while winking an eye. "You can go visit your friends."
"Alright." Jacob said with a knowing smile.
"Then when you get back I think you can help me join the pack, I think I'm due for a shave." Travis ended this comment with a grope of Jacob cock.
"Can do but I'm the First so your ass is mine."
"How about we flip for it?"
"Deal" Jacob said before moving his bare ass back to his room.
"You might cause him to come back sooner then you want with those comments." John grinned.
"Oh no, his friends will want to celebrate with him over the new mark, he wont be able to get back until tonight." Travis replied
Travis began undressing, slowly removing each article of clothing while swaying his hips as if he were trying to make a show of it. His body was perfect. His shoulders where broad with the muscles defined in the back. The back formed a perfect curve to his narrow waist. His tanned body was muscled and broad but moderately thin. The black hairs that dusted his chest added to him masculinity. His pecs were built but not in a body builder sort of way. The hair from his chest narrowed to a thin train that disappeared into his white briefs. His long narrow legs were hairless and added to his slender appearance of his 6'4" frame. He could basically be the perfect underwear model. He got in bed and helped John turn his head to face him. The radiance from the gray glow of his eyes made John light headed as he stared at them.
"I need to get you use to me." Travis said. "Being around me too much can damage people but if we go slow, it will help with the change" He then placed his hand on John's stomach and began massaging it. John could feel the power in that hand entering him, giving him a warm feeling. His skin began to itch but John was not able to scratch. The itching grew into a burning. John could see his skin turn red and start to peel. The pain was almost overwhelming. Before he blacked out from it, Travis released his hand."
"I'm sorry John that I hurt you." Travis cried. "Your body needs to grow a new skin and if we waited for it to occur naturally it could take years with many infections along the way. This way hurts like hell but you will recover a lot faster." John looked down at his body. It looked like it had been in a fire, blackened to a hard crisp.
"The burnt skin will protect the new one now under it. In three days we will be able to peel it off and I will be able to be around you without hurting you." Travis said before leaving, his face blotchy.
Gordon was upset, more then he usually was. He wanted to be a good kid but he did not know what to do with his feelings. His father had told him that he was very special. That he was the first Alpha who could feel emotions on his own but Gordon knew from reading his father's mind that he was a failure, incomplete. He needed someone to receive his emotions. When he could not, all his anger, happiness, sadness, fear, joy, and boldness all got meshed together. His emotions, once experienced never left unless he gave them to some one else. That is what he had done to his puppy, Jacob and it nearly killed him several times. He had killed several of the guards who were assigned to him when he could not hold his emotions in any longer. Jacob only survived because he had some E talent and his good nature. The others had their brains fried due to the mental overload. His father said that when he grew up he would be able to control himself better but Gordon now had another reason to want to grow up. When he was beating Jacob for leaving him, a man had been able to stop him. This same man was also able to take away his pain, to stop his tears. The man was able to withstand his mind burst and not die. Gordon wanted that man to be his father, to have the bond that exists within families. But John Keller was not a part of his family. That only left two other types of bonds, the Tor bond to his pack and the bond between lovers. Gordon had learned that John had already become a Tor to Jacob and that Jacob was the First. Gordon could not stomach the idea of being below his former pet and Dr. Gannon would never allow a 4 year old to be his lover's Tor. That only left becoming John's lover and for that he would need to be an adult. But first, he needed to decided if John could really help him or what had happen was a fluke.
Using his father's override codes, he sneaked into Dr. Gannon's apartment. It was a lot less flashy then his father's apartment that was done in a Louis XIV style. Gordon preferred Dr. Gannon's fashion tastes, there was a sense of peace to the rooms. Reaching John's room, he opened the door to see a living burnt body.
"Who's there." A thought went out.
"Its me." Gordon said approaching the bed.
"The boy." The burnt man thought. "You really hurt Jacob you know."
Gordon began balling in tears. "I'm not a bad boy. I can't help it. No one loves me."
"Its all right." John thought. "I know you're not a bad person."
Gordon climbed up on the bed and rested his head on John's chest, not showing any concern or revulsion that he was burnt. Gordon felt all the anger and hatred leave him when he did. "Please tell Jacob I'm sorry." Apologizing for the first time in his life.
"See, that wasn't too hard." John said while ignoring the pain the child's weight was causing.
"I'm so lonely." Gordon whispered.
"We all are at some point in our lives."
"You make me feel better."
"I seem to have that effect on the people here." John thought amusingly.
"Will you marry me." Gordon asked. "I'm going to be in charge of the company one day."
"Well you're going to have a lot of responsibility one day." John said supportively. "You'll need a lot of help and by the time your in charge I'll be a weak old man."
"I wont let you get old."
"Well may---be but still do you want all the grownups thinking I'm in charge when your so much younger then me?"
"I don't care." Gordon said but they both knew that he did. "If I were all grown up would you marry me?'
"I don't know about marrying you, I would have to see if you grow up to be as cute as you are now. But we might go out on a date somewhere like the movies."
"I'll grow up quickly then."
"Not too quickly, you don't want to miss life's important lessons."
"I wish you were my daddy, then I could stay here with you."
"I can't be you dad but I can be your friend." John said, now feeling a burning where the child had laid his head. "Gordon are you an Alpha."
"Yes."
Hearing the feared answer, John was not sure what to do.
"Gordon, does your father know that you are here?"
"No."
"I think that a good boy would let his father know where he is."
"You don't think I'm a good boy?"
"No, you are, but you need to go and let your father know where you are."
"All right. Can I come again."
"See you're learning, you can come again in a few days when I have my skin back."
"I'll be sure to be grown up then when I visit you and we can then go out on our date."
"Sure"
"Bye, I love you."
"I love you to." John said but was worried about how quickly the T's used that word all the time.
As soon as John was sure that Gordon was out of the apartment he triggered the medical emergency button.
Travis became furious when he heard the news and entered into John's area of influence. John would not tell him what happened but he could guess. The doctors reported that a third of John's lungs had been damaged by a mental burn, a mental burn that could only be caused by an Alpha. That only allowed for one person to have caused the damage, Gordon. The security system for his building were deactivated using an override code, a code that Kip Vassar had access to. The cameras for the surrounding areas were also off. But the tell tale sign was that 30 min. before John set off the alarm Gordon was seen leaving the central building and 15 min. after he was seen entering it. Travis knew that he should not feel competitive with a 4 year old but he did. Gordon was not only an Alpha but was stronger then he was. Gordon also was able to express his own emotions without a bond. While Gordon did not have control of them most of the time, Travis was jealous of him. He called Kip Vassar and ordered him to keep his son away from John or suffer the consequences. He tried to calm himself down before seeing John but everyone in the room could see his anger.
"I'm sorry John, I should have been here."
"Its not your fault."
"It was Gordon's."
"No."
"Yes it is his fault, he is a selfish monster."
"He is a lonely person like another person I know."
"But he hurt you."
"No permanent harm done according to the doctors, my lungs were going to regrow anyway like the skin.
"I won't leave you again."
"Now that I won't mind."
"Your too good for me." Travis cried overwhelmed by John's kindness and understanding
"No, were just good for each other." John replied but when he said it he was reminded by an old warning, "nothing good lasts forever".
Kip was happy with the way things were going. Gordon now was completely fixated on John. Travis and his men were now pinned down in his apartment afraid to leave John alone. Kip now had free reign over the labs. He could proceed with phase 2 as soon as he told his son the bad news.
"Gordon I've some bad news." Kip told his son who had been measuring himself ever hour to see if he had grown. He had been doing this for the last three days. Today, Gordon had been planning to visit John to see his new skin.
"What's wrong father I'm busy." Gordon said in a less then rude voice then he had in the past.
"Dr. Gannon called saying that you can't go over to his apartment." Kip said while leaving the reason why out.
"But Mr. Keller said I could visit, he promised."
"He did son but Dr. Gannon will not let him see you."
"Why?"
"Do you need to ask why?
"Because he's jealous of me." Gordon answered. It was something his father told him about three times a day and reinforced by the dark looks Dr. Gannon always gave him.
"But that's not fair, it's not my fault that he's jealous. Can't you make him let me in."
"You know that I'm CEO but since I'm weaker then Dr. Gannon I can't make him do anything."
"I wish I could." Gordon replied, angry.
Kip was surprised by the amount of control Gordon showed with his emotions now. By this time he would of expected his son to be lashing out at anything that moved. It was too bad that Mr. Keller had to die. "Son I could give you that power."
"How?"
"I could accelerate your growth to make you a man. Then you would have the mental and physical strength to order Travis to let you in."
"I'll also be old enough to go on a date with Mr. Keller then." Gordon said eager. "But I thought that we could only stay the same age, not age faster."
"That's true but my special team has found a way to do it."
"I want to be grown up. I want John. I want John to love me." He said with a tone of seriousness that made him seem older.
"That you shall son." Kip smiled. He was glade that his son was so happy to do this but was worried about how his son would react to John's death. "Oh well," Kip thought, I guess I will have to get him another puppy," thinking that would solve the problem. He would not know how wrong he really was until it was too late.
A second bed was brought into John's room, Jacob and Travis would first take turns sleeping in it until one day they decided that they might as well share it. John got to watch Travis's initiation into the pack. Both seemed to enjoy it and John found it amusing. He was not worried about Jacob sleeping with Travis. Jacob was a bundle of joy, all he needed was affection and the sense of being loved. While being loved usually involved something physical with him, he was always considerate except when he thought he knew better then others did on what was needed. Which, due to his feelings that John was the naïve one was most of the time. The only time John complained about their "activates" is when they got over aggressive in their "flip" to see who would be on top.
When John first heard them use the term he thought, naively on his part, that they would flip a coin. It was not a coin they would flip but each other. They would wrap arms and legs around each other while they were laying on the bed and then roll around to see who would end up on top. While Travis was the taller of the two, Jacob had more of a wrestler's build. They probably weighed about equal so the "flip" would become an endurance contest. In the "flip" in question, it had gotten so rough that they both had fallen out of the bed but neither gave up a grip. They continued rolling banging between the two beds until John heard a large crack and the foot of his bed drop several inches. John shouted; "stop!" Both stopped with an abrupt suddenness, as they were surprised to hear his voice.
"You got your voice back!" Travis said elated not noticing that he was under Jacob.
"I win." Jacob laughed.
"Not fair, interference!" Travis exclaimed now realizing his position.
"We stopped flipping and I ended on top, I win!" Jacob insisted
"Can't we have a redo?" Travis begged.
"No." Jacob said as matter of fact.
"John, you're our Tor, can't you help me."
"No." John said in an imitation of Jacob's voice. "The skin is coming off tomorrow and I don't want him mad at me."
"I'll beat you next time Jacob." Travis grumbled.
"Next time I'll let you win." Jacob replied. "This time I need to teach my Tor how to fuck you. Next time I'll teach you how to fuck him."
"I hope you appreciate the sacrifices I'm making for you." Travis moaned to John as Jacob began telling him about lubricants.
The next day Travis and Jacob helped John walk to the bathroom to take off the burnt skin. It was like removing the burnt portion of a marshmallow a crispy layer followed by a pocket of air with the new skin covered in goo. When all the skin was removed and John washed all the slime off, John looked at himyself in the mirror. John was a bald, black and white rendition of himself. It looked weird being surrounded by color while your body looked like a character from a old classic movie. The only color on John was the blue of his eyes. On his chest there was a black mark where Gordon had laid his head. John could feel from Travis conflicted emotions. He was happy to see me recovered but angry at Gordon for the mark it had left.
Over the coming weeks John's strength, color, and hair returned and it was not long before Jacob had his shaving kit out again. Jacob critique of Travis's sexual prowess was pretty rough and only drove Travis to fucking him harder, which John suspected was Jacob's objective. Travis now slept in my bed most of the time but we did not engage into anything more serious the heavy petting and kissing. Travis was still waiting for my eyes to change before progressing into anything more serious. Life had pick up a routine and its when thing are like that, that life decides to break the routine in a big way.
Gordon was confused; he did not recognize his body anymore. He was around 6'3". His once straight platinum blond hair had darkened in to a wavy dark blond. His muscles were built up and his body tanned and slender. He looked like a smooth, blond, blue-eyed version of Dr. Gannon. The most disturbing thing was the unknown hunger he felt. He wanted something but did not know what it was all he knew was the last thing he wanted was to see Mr. Keller. His father was there to great him when he left the tank. He told him that he now had a brother and sister but unfortunately the birth had killed his mother. Rage and pain filled Gordon's heart and he knew of only one person who could help him, Mr. Keller. Without another word he left his father and made his way to the #3 building.
John had just opened my eyes to see that Travis was already awake looking at his face with a smile. "What are you smiling at?" I said with a return smile.
"The bluest eyes I have ever seen." Was his reply.
It took me a moment to get his meaning. John jumped out of bed and looked into the mirror. His eyes were glowing blue.
"We can get married now." Travis said excitedly.
On the word marriage John's heart dropped like a rock. Marriage, he was already married. He had done something he thought he would never do, something unforgivable, he had forgotten about his wife.
"John what's wrong." Travis asked at seeing John's distress.
"Sara, I've forgotten about Sara. I've not even talked to her in six weeks. I did not know what company I was working for until I saw the plane. Sara does not know I'm here." Travis tried to pull John into a hug but he pulled away. "What have I done?"
"We'll find her, don't worry, we'll fix this." Travis said assuredly.
"How, she might think I'm dead by now. Everyone I knew might think I'm dead."
"Call and see if she's still at your house."
John took a few breaths and went into the study. Picking up the phone he called the house. The only reply was a recorded message saying the line was no longer in service. He tried her cell phone but got the same reply. He tried to think of her parents' number but could not remember. At a last ditch effort he called his old firm.
"Pulling, Goldberg, Travis and associates, how can I help you." Ms. Lowell's voice answered.
"Karen, its me John Keller, can you tell me where my wife is."
"JOHN! Where have you been, you've been missing for six weeks we've been worried about you!"
"It's a long story, can you help me."
"Wait a minute I'll get Peter, he knows the most." She said before putting me on hold.
"Oh great Peter" John thought, he could spin enough yarn to make sweaters for every person in New England.
"John where have you been, did you get lucky!" Peter answered the phone in shock.
"Peter cut out the verbal fencing for once, do you know what happened to my wife?"
"Yes, but I don't think your going to be happy about it."
"Tell me." John said with a sense of dread.
"Well, first you did not call home after you left so Sara called us to see where you were. Mr. Pulling beat around the bush for a while before admitting that he did not know where you were. Sara got all paranoid and all thinking that you had abandoned her with a bun in the oven and all."
"She's pregnant."
"Yes but let me finish I can only tell one story at a time you know."
"Go on." I said finding his voice tedious.
"Well, she gets angry and flies to Dallas to find you but no one knows where you are. She flies back here comes talking to me to ask what was going on and all I told her was the truth."
"Which was?"
"That some rich guy came in with a crush on you and swept you up."
"YOU SAID WHAT!"
"Well isn't that the truth."
"Peter if I could get my hands on you..."
"Promises, Promises, so how was he in bed?"
Jacob grabbed the phone then and shout, "Fantastic!"
"I grabbed the phone back in time to hear Peter's squealing."
"Oh yes I knew you had it in you, you go girl."
"Peter why do you have to talk like this."
"Well it's the only way I can show my pride, the stickers looked a little tacky on my BMW."
"Your impossible."
"Deal. So when is the wedding."
"Peter I'm already married."
"Not anymore your not. Sara divorced your missing ass."
"Where is she now?"
"Licking her wounds up in Vermont."
Travis shook his head no before John had a chance to say he was coming up.
"Why?" John asked him while covering up the phone.
Both Travis and Jacob pointed to their eyes.
Great John thought. "Can you go Jacob?" He asked.
Jacob shook his head yes.
"Peter, I'm sending a friend up to go talk to Sara. I can't leave right now, I'm in a bit of a situation."
"Is he cute."
"Very, but be careful, he plays to win."
"Just my type, send him by and we'll work together to fix this whole snafu."
"Thanks Peter, bye."
"No problem, if he IS cute I'll be thanking you in the end."
"He's quite a character isn't he?" Travis laughed when John finally got off the phone.
"You have no idea." John said as he flopped into a chair and ran his fingers through his very short hair.
Jacob was ready to leave within the hour. "If he's as desperate as he sounds, I'll have him eating out of my hand by morning."
"Flip him a few times for me." John added before he left.
The rest of the day proceeded sadly. Everyone could feel the absence of Jacob. No one to ambush you when you opened the door. No one to walk into the bathroom to start a conversation while you pee. No one who would hug everyone in the room and then leave and reenter so he could hug everyone again. The place was a lot quieter, emptier. It was the eye of a hurricane.
Travis and John were just getting into bed when they heard the explosion. Travis told John to stay here while he checked to see what happened. John heard shouts and gunfire, and several more explosions. He could not remain where he did not know what was happening. John started rushing for the door when he felt a sudden sharp pain in his head. He got as far as the stairway when he saw the bodies. Everyone was dead, Will, Chris, Louis, Henry, ... Travis. Travis's body was torn through by one of the broken wooden pillars. A tall naked blond man stood amidst the destruction. He looked at John and smiled and started running up the stairs to him. The pain in John's head would not leave and he felt himself weakening. Blood was coming out of his ears, eyes and nose. He was dying. John leaned against the rail post and slumped to the floor. The blond man was now next to me strangely happy.
"Mr. Keller, I grew up. We can go on our date now!"
With those words, John now knew that the man before me was Gordon, the little boy who was now a man but could not understand what he had just done. "I'm sorry Gordon, I wont be able to go with you, as you see, I'm just too weak for you."
"But you promised. My dad said that you wanted to go on the date but that Mr. Gannon would not let you."
"I'm so sorry Gordon. I'm so sorry." Was John's only reply. Blame was not important now. This poor confused boy was the one who would live in suffering long after he died.
"You're hurt." Gordon finally realized, seeing the blood. We can go see Dr. Wane, he's the best doctor here. He'll fix you up and then we'll be able to go on our date."
"I so sorry." Was all he could repeat, his life fading away.
"Don't die. You promised. I promised I'd keep you alive." Gordon said now crying.
"Sorry"
"NO!"
"..."
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
At the same time of John's death there was a BMW that had just crossed into Southern Vermont. The car had stopped. Inside were two people. The driver was trying to console a red haired man who out of the sudden began crying uncontrollably. Nothing the driver could do seemed to help. Underneath the red heads shirt a tribal ban tattoo faded away. The Tor was dead.
Those days at the ranch were some of the best in James's life. While he was bed ridden most of the time as he recovered and regained his youth, Chance and Jason started to really hit it off. Chance had overcome his initial fear of Jason and James could see that Chance had developed a crush on him, on both of them really. He was like a lost puppy that finally found his boy. A night would not go by when he would not slip into one of their beds. Chance would talk a lot about Gen Corp and the Tors and both James and Jason knew that Chance would soon ask one of them to be his.
After a few months of recovery, James woke with a start. A member of his family had just died. Nearly jumping out of bed pulled a few tubes connected to his body, setting off alarms.
"James, what's wrong?" Jason said nonchalantly as he sucked on a blood drip.
"One of my children is dead."
"Not Chris."
"No and neither of his brothers."
"Your grandchildren?"
"I don't know any of them. Why would I know if they died?"
"Because they are still part of your family."
"What should we do?"
"Well, you need more rest, you've gone from ancient to middle age so it will be a few more weeks before you are the hot twenty something I fell in love with."
"So it was my body you fell in love with." James joked.
"No my love," Jason began to say as he walked over to James's bed, the wires and tubes pulling on his skin, "I love everything about you." He tried to bend over for a kiss but all the tubes held him back. "God I hate hospitals!"
"Not for long!" Chance's cheerful voice came from the door.
"So you got the report!" Jason asked enthused.
"Yep, and as soon as Mr. Gannon gives his approval you two will be daddies."
"What is this? What have you gotten me into Jason."
"Well," Jason started while putting on a cute puppy face. "You know that we talked about having our own family?"
"Yes, how the Vox and Morgan children would be brothers."
"Well, after talking to Chance about GenCorps fertility technology, Chance convinced me that we can have a baby."
"What!"
"Well we would still need a segregate mother but the mother's DNA can me removed, your DNA inserted, and my sperm fertilize it, producing our own baby."
"But the risks, we don't know how our different DNA would match up."
"That's what the tests were for. By computer simulation it is believed that a happy health boy would be the product, with all of our strengths and none of our weaknesses, He would need no blood from either parent. James, while I have children who were created when I changed them to vampires I want a child that I truly created and can raise with you."
"It will be a lot of responsibly Jason, you can't use your gift to solve the types of problems we will have with a child especially a gifted child." James said seriously as to bring the point home.
"Please!" Jason begged like a little child.
"Jason, give me some time to think about it."
"All right."
The next day, things went into chaos. People were running up and down the passageways screaming at each other and while no one interrupted James and Jason, they both could feel the danger creeping on them. In reaching an unspoken agreement between each other they began turning off the medical devices and removing tubes. When Chance finally came barging in, both James and Jason were dressed in street cloths with Jason standing behind James who was in a wheel chair.
"Gosh I guess you all heard!"
"No, we can tell that the shit is about the hit the fan and we don't want to be here for it," James said.
Chance looked worn and scared he must not of slept at all last night. "I'll help the two of you out IF you agree to take me with me."
"Sure, no problem, just tell us where to go."
"All right! First put James back on the bed and then put on the nurse outfit stored next to the sink." Chance told Jason.
When all was ready, James was on the gurney with a sheet on top of him and Jason was in a nurse outfit two sizes too small but covered up with an oversized doctor's jacket.
"All right." Chance said when he saw that they were both ready. "We are going to make our way to the evacuation vehicles and escape. James, just stay still and moan. Jason, just act like my grunt and follow my orders."
The two didn't say a word but sent that they understood.
"Good, now lets get out of here before things get too hot."
Neither James nor even Jason was ready for the scene outside their door. Bodies lay strung along the hallways, people in mid-stride collapsing on the ground. The few people alive carried computers and documents all in the same direction the party was heading. When they reached the end of the hall the raging Arizonian heat and the dust stirred up from helicopters blinded them. Chance guided them to one of several parked RV's and helped Jason lift James in.
Once James was put into the back bedroom Jason joined Chance up front. "Want to tell me what the hell is happening?" Jason asked.
"I guess I should since I will need your help." Chance said abashed. "There was a coup at Gen-Corp. I don't know all the details but Travis Gannon is near death's door while Kip Vassar is already there."
"Do they know who killed him?"
"Yeah and that's the shocker, it was his own son Gordon Vassar. That kid is supposed to be around four years old."
"So why all the chaos out here?"
"Well according to what I've learned, Gordon has gone berserk, he launched one of the bio-weapons we were developing for the government."
"Aren't they supposed to be illegal?"
"Well I don't know how things worked back in your time but in our's governments lie." Chance said sarcastically.
"Well then nothing much has changed." Jason agreed.
"That and the fact that the virus was not originally designed as a weapon, at least not to kill people."
"Then what was it's use."
"It was to turn normal, ungifted people into T and E talents."
"How noble." Jason said sarcastically.
"Yeah, it only became an idea for a mass kill weapon when it was discovered that most people can't handle the change in their brain chemistry. Their brains hemorrhage or they go nuts. 80% of the population will be affected. Of that 80 %, 10% will become gifted, 70% will die and the rest will go insane."
"What of the 20% that will not catch the illness?"
"We don't know, they have immune factors that keep them safe. Vampires are one group that is safe as are your brides. The rest I guess might be relatives of the other brides, half bloods, so to speak. Also, anyone already gifted with E or T talent is safe."
"Then why all the chaos back at the ranch/research station?"
"Because the government already knows what Vassar did. They will want to capture all of us to show the American public, to hold someone responsible. They will also want all our research to see if they can find a cure."
A thought just occurred to Jason. "Your company is made up of telepaths right."
"Yes."
"And as far as the government is concerned y'all are the only group of T and E's."
"Yes."
"Then what will happen to us vampires when the government discovers us in your files."
"Oh Shit! Y'all would be the perfect scapegoats not only can the government accuse you of being a secret organization but also label you as monsters, the source of the contagion...."
"A group that must be hunted down to end the spread of the dieses..."Jason said sullenly.
"I'm sorry Jason."
"There was nothing you did or could of done to stop this."
"But I made it worse."
"How?"
"Yesterday I mailed off James's and yours DNA samples so you could have the baby you wanted. The government has already taken over our Dallas headquarters, they'll get the samples and use them to..." Chance confessed before stopping the RV in tears."
Jason reached out and hugged the suffering boy. Jason knew what Chance was going to say. Whatever child born from James and himself would be used in government experiments. The odds of them ever seeing him were close to nil. "It will be ok Chance, you didn't know.
Chance looked up from is tear-stained face, and gave Jason a look of desire. I want you to be my Tor."
"Tor?" Jason said confused.
"Tor, my leader, the one who guides me but also the one whom I protect."
"I thought it was the job of the leader to protect the weak."
"Your job will be to guide me so I can help the weak."
Jason though about it for a moment before continuing, "What will this mean for us sexually."
"I would become a bed partner. It will be our mutual love for each other that will bind us."
"My heart belongs to James. He is the only person I want to sleep with."
"I understand and I know he feels the same about you."
Jason gave Chance a look over and found the lad adorable. 5'6" height, built Irish soccer lad of 21, built abs, built chest, delicious white muscled legs that led to the ultimate bubble butt. "Uhmmm, I think we need to talk to James about this first."
"All right, lets go." Chance smiled as he hopped out of the chair.
"Now?"
"Yep, no time like the present." Chance laughed as he lifted Jason out of his chair.
Jason tried to walk in quietly but Chance pushed him on the bed waking James with a jolt.
"What's going on?" James shouted.
"I need your help baby." Jason laughed as he was assaulted by Chance's tickling.
"I think I'll help Chance instead." James said as he joined in.
After Jason was exhausted by the joint attack both James and Chance crawled up against him. James proceeded to kiss Jason face while Chance began removing clothing.
"So Chance told you he wants you to be his Tor?" James whispered with some tongue action into Jason's ear.
"So he told you?"
"Of course, he knows who wear the pants in this relationship."
"Oh really." Jason said a little miffed.
"Yes, and before you say something you'll regret later let me remind you that while you play a tough guy to the crowds, I know you are a little scared boy inside."
"And you're my daddy!" Jason smiled as he snuggled closer. "So"
"So what?"
"So can I be Chance's Tor."
"Yes he can my love but just remember your ass is still mine."
"Hey I'm a top."
"Jason." James said seriously.
"Yes hun." Jason replied guiltily.
"I know about the dildos you had Chance buy for you."
"I was just experimenting."
"Well we can experiment together after Chance gets finished with you."
"Really?"
"Yes love."
"Chance hurry up and make me your Tor, I got some ass fucking to look forward to." Jason said excitedly.
Unfortunately for Jason, the ceremony was long and slow. It was also the most erotic experience Jason had ever remembered. Chance's feathery touch sent shivers down his body as he was massaged, shaved, and jacked off. The taste of the mixed cum electrified his body and it was within second's that his upper left arm began to itch and just like a Polaroid the tattoo darkened into focus. It was to everyone's surprise that a devil's head appear in the middle of it.
"That was amazing." Jason finally said when he caught his breath.
"Now that you have a son, its time for us to consummate our relationship." James grinned over the happy scene.
"Give me a chance to refuel and I'll be ready to go." Jason laughed
"No, I got you right where I want you. I want this to be long and slow." Said James.
"Oh gosh, your too much."
"We'll see."
As soon as Chance quietly excused himself, James began removing his cloths. As soon as he was down to his boxers he walk to the foot of the bed and began giving his toes a good tonguing.
"Oh James that feels so good."
"I've wanted to take you since we had dinner together." James replied
"I wanted to marry you since the job interview."
By this time James had straddled Jason's leg and was rubbing his hard on against his calf. "Oh I want to lick your balls."
"Then come and take them." Jason dared.
"I'll take them but I plan on holding off the cuming for a while longer."
"You make me so hot."
"I plan to make it hotter." James glowed as he took each of the fresh shaven balls into his mouth.
"Suck those babies!" Jason hissed.
James was glad to oblige. He wrapped his tongue against the veined cum sacks, giving little nips to them between licks."
"Oh god, stop. Take my dick. I need you to touch it."
"All in good time love, all in good time." James said while staring at the thick drops of precum oozing out of Jason's dick. James climbed forward, his stomach receiving a smear of the precious white fluid. It was now Jason's nipples that James centered his attention on. He tickled the left tip with his tongue, sending Jason in to squeals of joy. He then took the whole thing into his mouth and sucked on it like a baby to milk. James would lift his head slightly so one could see the skin stretched by the force of his hold. Jason buck like a tied steer and James serviced him, spraying cum everywhere. James attack the arm pits, the collarbone, the ears, and finally the belly button. Jason was a mass of submissive muscle under James's touch.
"Suck me please suck me."
"Anything to make my husband happy." James relented. He snaked his tongue down Jason's abs and into the trimmed hair around his cock. James gave a few swirls around the base before turning his attention to the top. Even after all the precum he had given off there was still a glistening drop on the tip. James took a few seconds jut to stare at it. He then extended his tongue and licked off the single drop. Just that small touch sent shivers down Jason's body and allowed another drop to form. For the next five minutes James would lick and Jason would squirm, leasing a fresh drop for James to lick off.
"What are you doing to me!"
"Making you happy and seeing how many licks its take to get your to explode."
"Not much more!"
"Then I better speed thing along." And with that James took all 7 1/2 inches and used his right hand to pull Jason's balls. "Give it to me Jason. Give me your essence."
"AAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRR!" Jason screamed as he exploded in James's mouth. The rumbling that started in his balls shot up his root and reached release. A warmth overtook him as did an expression of contentment. He had finally done it with the love of his life. He was whole.
"Speaking of holes!" James broke into Jason's reflective calm. "Who's going to fill who's."
"Your going to fill mine baby."
"But I thought...." James asked confused
"That you're the bride." Jason said.
"Yes..."
"That's just tradition. I want you to own my ass. I want you inside me, filling me up with your love. I want you to be a part of me. I want you to cum inside me."
"I will my love but just remember I want the same from you. I also want you inside me, a part of me. I want us to be one person. I'll fuck you but remember I also want you to fuck me."
"Deal."
James slowly lifted Jason's legs over his head, exposing the pink hole of his anus, quivering in excitement. James dropped on to his stomach and began to lick the sensitive skin around the opening. James lapped up the musky taste of shaving cream and male sent. He had never rimmed before but he knew he must be doing something right since he could see Jason getting hard again. With himself aroused and with the pucker pulsating as if to invite him in, James push his tongue through the ringed muscle. It was like kissing the tightest mouth he had ever had giving his tongue its own jack off. Each time James pushed in, Jason would smash his ass into James's face. After a while James had to take a break to catch his breath.
"Too much for you honey."
"Yeah, that ass of yours is one hungry beast."
"Well save the main course for latter, I could do with some finger food right now."
"Coming right up."
James rolled Jason on his back and propped up on his elbows so his butt was sticking up into the air. James was about to stick a finger in when he remembered something.
"Uhm... Jason we have a problem."
"What?" Jason said a little impatiently.
"We have no lube."
"We don't need lube. Come on and finger fuck me."
"Jason, when was the last time you were fucked."
"Uhm a few centuries ago why."
"Trust me Jason, you need lube."
"I never used lube."
"Well say goodbye to the 13th century and say hello to the 21st. We need lube." James joked.
"I got some!" Chance's voice came from behind the door followed by the sound of doors and drawers being opened and shut. "Here." He said as he tossed a tube to James. "Its water base so you'll have to use more if you take your time of it."
Chance was about to leave when James felt a ting of pain from Jason. "You want him here, don't you."
"Yes." Jason sent telepathically, "He's like a best friend, brother and son all wrapped up in to one. I didn't know becoming his Tor would do this to me."
"Chance!" James called out.
"Yes." Chance said a little dejectedly.
"Do you want to be his moral support while we do this?"
"Would I!" Chance said excitedly. "It's what I'm suppose to do for my Tor."
"Then get your butt over here and support away."
"Yes!" Chance shouted as he jumped in the air and yanked off his shorts in one move his dick flopping in the air.
"You're going to have to teach me how to do that when I'm back to my prime." James insisted
"Sure can do, it saves a lot of time for bedroom fun." Chance laughed.
"I bet."
"What do you want me to do?"
"Just go over to Jason and give him a kiss each time I stick a finger in."
"You bet. I love kissing that face of his."
"Just remember who really owns that face. Now get going."
"Yes Sir!" Chance saluted as he marched to Jason in a mocking fashion.
James squirted a dab of the clear lube on to the palm of his hand. It wasn't oily like the stuff he knew that the twins had but had a cool clean feel. He rubbed it over his left index finger till it was warm and then began to tickle Jason's hole with it.
Jason began to tremble in a attempt to hold back the laughter. Chance looked peeved and gave James a glare. "Don't tease him, give him what he wants!" He insisted
James nodded his head and in one quick motion inserted the whole finger up Jason's ass.
Jason took in a sharp breath a held it, his face turning bright red giving him a clown like look with the silly grin he had on his face. James, not sure of what to do now looked to Chance who gave him an exasperated look before giving his index finger a twirl.
"Oh." James face lit up as he understood. He took the finger and began moving it in small circles until he hit pay dirt."
"AAAAAA! That's the spot keep it there."
"Alright, I think I'll give your button a nice scratch for being a good boy. Are you a good boy?"
"Yes oh yes I'm a good let me be a good boy." Jason yelped.
James stopped for a moment and kissed Jason on the ear, "I love you Jason."
"I love you to dear now can you please go back to pushing my button." Jason said eagerly.
"Always happy to oblige." James went back and this time squeezed in two fingers.
"Oh yeah, open me up, open me for your hard rod. Make me yours. Oh god that feels so good." Jason exhaled.
"Are you ready for me?"
"Yes, I want you in me."
James lubed up his dick with the lube whose cool feel sent shivers up his spine. James looked at Jason's worked hole as it beckoned to him. James slipped in slowing adding an extra push to make it past the circular muscle.
"Hold it just hold it." Jason begged.
James let the head just lay there just past the anal muscle.
"Ok, now put just a little in. that's it a little more...now pull back a little, ahhhh that right, you're rubbing against it perfectly. Now faster...oh ya!"
James was moving at a quick pace, pushing to the root them pulling out until only the tip remained inside before pushing back in. Their hearts, mind s and bodies all moved as one to achieve the ultimate fuck. It was not long until they both glistened with sweat.
After going at each other for what seemed like hours, James felt a cool tongue run down his back.
"Chance?"
"Is it ok if I join in?" He said with puppy eyes.
"Sure, you're family now!" Jason said from beneath James. "That is if it's ok with you."
"You're his Tor, and his asking is so cute... why not." James laughed before pulling Chance into a hot kiss. They went after each other's faces while James continued to fuck Jason. Eventually they chanced positions so Jason was no his back, 69ing with Chance while James continued to fuck.
The release of emotions was like a blinding light to James's empathic talent and it consumed his mind. He no longer noticed his dick moving in and out of Jason nor the moment when he took Chance's dick in his mouth nor the finger Jason slipped up his ass. He was in a complete moment of love, of being loved by men. These were not sexual acts. These were acts of love. And it was with the purest joy that they released into each other at the same time. "I love you." Escaped each of their lips as they fell asleep.
When they awoke each was different. Jason had the mark of a Tor on his left arm. Chance now had the marks of a follower of a Tor on his right. James, on his right arm had the faint blemish of a birthmark, a birthmark that looked like the shape of California and the still healing marks of Jason's bite. All three men were now marked. All three carried the mark of each other's love. Jason could now accept James being loved and loving more then one person just as he now did with Chance. They will face many problems in the future but they will always be together. Neither of them knew at the time that the prophecy was being fulfilled. James and Jason had returned from the grave and so the days of Earth were now numbered.
This ends the first story of the parents. Now comes the story of the lost children.
I hope all of you have enjoyed this first part of The Mark. It took me only six weeks to write and I enjoyed every moment of it. I would really appreciate it if you would e-mail me and tell me what you thought of this story. If there are any characters you liked or disliked or any situations you would like to see in the next book please don't hesitate to write. I'm already in the process of writing the follow up book, which will be titled "The Tor".