Chapter 3-2 Book 7

Chapter 3-2

Hunting

Part 3

After spending nearly two hours in solitary, we headed back up the stairs, as the makeup artist quickly made sure I could apply the needed enhancements, like hair coloring and whatnot. I wouldn't need to wear any latex because everyone was counting on not having seen the real Shawn that it wouldn't be necessary. Like I said, people are stupid in what they will really remember me by.

I stopped by my room to wear a clean white T-shirt and a pair of shorts. It would be a waste of time to put on more than that, considering I was to clean up my mess and go straight to bed. The first thing I noticed was that my books and class schedule had arrived, or should I say Shawn's books and class schedule. I wouldn't have been surprised if Shawn himself had received the same, even though he was safely hidden away in solitary.

The room was bigger than the one I had been in previous that day mostly to accommodate two people and a wheelchair; it and two small desks and a small TV, two full-size beds compared to the twin beds that their students have. It stated that this room was more of an upgrade for students who were made of money requiring special care and circumstances. It included a large claw-foot tub and a shower in the corner with a stool for me if I needed to sit on so I could shower, or a person who needed a wheelchair on a more permanent basis, plus a toilet with handicap railing and two-person sink one lower and the other one made for a wheelchair and their nurse or in my case a bodyguard. Nothing too fancy, just the basics.

I questioned the extra cost or who they had to move out to accommodate Tony and me. Yet I knew that Shawn would most likely not stay in this room but one just like it, considering his special circumstances. Shawn would need a full-time bodyguard and was not allowed to shower with the other boys in the dormitory. It would be different when he is using the gym showers after using the facilities, like the pool and gym. He would only be handicapped until I was no longer here and was told sometime during the weekend.

Depending on how much I was going to need the wheelchair, again it depended on how fast my strength was coming back and it was coming back in leaps and bounds. Which was good, but it created a problem for me because my character Nate Carrion depended on his wheelchair to get around. He couldn't make a quick recovery in days but months, which was bad for me, and good at the same time.

Tony had met with his team the ones he had chosen to come with Shawn, so they could set up surveillance and take care of the heavy stuff. But most of it, they had to wait until the staff and students had turned in for the night or gone home. With the understanding that the staff too had their own dormitory or housing just for them, for those who needed a place to stay. Again, it was Tony's team to take care of that so they could determine if they were part of the occult.

I had my own problems dealing with being a bad boy as I played the angry student. Jeff had long since left me to do whatever but left the link open so I could communicate with him if I needed to, but for now, I cringed seeing the mess I had created. The one thing I had going for me was like all bathrooms: they had several floor drains, and the water had been turned off and the toilets had long shut themselves off,

It didn't bother me too much to unplug them because it wasn't anything I hadn't done before; besides, I had made damn sure that there wasn't any human waste in any of them before I had made the mess; knowing I would be the one to clean it up, also I didn't write on the walls that weren't the tile. Knowing the only way black magic marker was going to come off was lots of scrubbing and a paint job instead of a quick wipe with a green scratch pad and some soap. Tony helped after he had sent his team to the various locations to set up surveillance, including the old storeroom which had been turned into a Satanic Church.

I have had several visitors come into the bathroom to introduce themselves just as I had planned, allowing me to place them into the categories: Bad, Good, needed to be watched, and occult members. Tony had arranged a search for each of the rooms in the dormitories, using the information we had all gathered to identify who was a member of the occult. The ones found would be detained for questioning, and then "fired" from the school as they are removed from the student body. But that wouldn't happen until the students were all in class in the morning.

Mr. Walens had to create a cover story for the dismissal of their teacher or staff member. We decided that telling the truth was better than lying to the staff and students. If they were being pressured to join, thinking about it, or already members, it would serve as a warning. Stringham gave Mr. Walens references for qualified psychologists to help the students involved in the occult, as well as potential replacement teachers. Death was always a last resort. Sending them to prison was a better option, especially for students like me and Shawn. It was rare for a student from our school to be found dead or missing. We were looking for a small needle in a haystack, but it could be easily eliminated. Tony and I would teach the cleared staff what to look for, so they could prevent it from happening again. I added it to my list of things to track on my map when I returned to Heber. For now, I could only clean up the mess I made in the bathroom. The janitorial staff replaced the broken mirror and scolded me for the mess. They warned that if I kept it up, we would become enemies. I didn't apologize because it wouldn't fit Shawn's character.

So, I said, staying in character that he could fuck off, allowing Tony to slap my face and haul my ass down to my room. Telling me he was going to turn me over his knee and give me what for; noticing the students standing in the hallway close enough to see me, as they pretended to not to watch me knowing that they were and me being the new bad kid on the block, everyone was curious. Instead of beating me he closed the door and told me he was very impressed and had removed his belt in front of the passing students before closing the door.

I watched him search inside his bag and pull out two blocks of wood that had been made with leather hand handles on them so he could use them to represent him turning me over his knee and spanking me, which I timed with practice whimpered scream. Knowing the students were outside my door listening.

Being it was a boy's dormitory, he had me pull down my boxers so my bare butt could be seen as I pretended, I was crying as he opened the door yelling, putting back on his belt with them watching. "Now get ready for bed and hit the books! I will not tolerate any more of your bad behavior! And when I come back, you better be working on your homework!" He closed the door locking me in, yelling to the boys "Don't you have somewhere else to be?"

Jeff popped in and said. "Well, that was quite entertaining kiddo, not bad for a few hours of work."

I linked with him unsure who would be listening outside my door as I prepared myself for some light reading for tomorrow, reaching inside Tony's duffel bag for my glasses. I said. "Yeah, to think being bad was easy?" as I watched him sprawl out on my bed letting me know how things were going at home.

It made me feel lonely being here without my family nearby, but like Jeff, I had a job to do, and I was the only one who could do it. It would seem odd for an adult to come in and interview kids and staff one by one. And it would have taken months before they got to the ones that were part of the occult. This way a kid like me with the knowledge I had gained over the past few weeks and months and with a special friend could easily weed out the people we were looking for.

As I mentioned earlier, Jeff prefers us to complete the work and exhaust our resources before he agrees to help. Tony didn't fully agree, stating that if he were my ghostly friend, he would do and say everything. However, Jeff contradicted this, saying that if he were my ghostly friend, things would be different. He explained that, like everyone else, he had rules to follow.

The fact that my grades were better than Shawn's didn't sit well with me. I intended to make it a challenging transition as payback for what he had done to me and my brothers. I aimed to prove that he was smarter than he appeared. Once he takes his place, it will be up to him whether he becomes a troublemaker or an excellent student. With a little encouragement, he could be the latter, if he wanted to come home soon.

When I arrived home, I knew it would be too late for him to seek revenge. This was his last chance to change and make something of himself. Otherwise, Mom and Dad would send him to juvenile hall for three years and four months when he turned eighteen. They hoped to prevent him from causing harm to others or getting caught up in criminal activities like ending up on the streets or in prison. I was here to prevent that. It was a burden on me, but I did it for his own good. Shawn may hate me, but he doesn't understand that I did this for his own good. Mom and Dad truly loved him, which is why they made this happen for his fresh start and necessary help.

Our family paid for Shawn and Arthur to attend one of the top ten schools for troubled teens. Not every parent would do this, especially my parents. I wasn't a troubled teen, just acting out because I felt unwanted. Now I know I am loved. Shawn and Arthur could realize this too if they weren't always angry and seeking revenge. This made Mom and Dad angry with them. They could have helped them if only they would let them. They could find a psychologist and break down the barriers. They could help them in so many ways, but Shawn's hate led him to take it out on Arthur, who then blamed me and my younger brothers for their problems. Mom and Dad allowed them to get away with their behavior for years with other foster kids. These kids were truly bad, committing crimes like stealing, drinking alcohol, and doing drugs. They also showed disrespect towards people in authority.

I was different because I didn't have the problem like the other boys, but they had one standard for all foster kids, and because of that standard they had taught that to their children. It wasn't until my first three months that things started to change, I would have given Jeff all the credit, but in the end, it was me that caused them to see me, not one of the boys they had taken in.

Tony, with a mischievous smile on his face, leaned in and whispered in my ear, his voice sending shivers down my spine. He informed me that my misbehavior had earned me an unconventional reward - a full body massage, and perhaps a little light sex. As I processed his words, I could already imagine the scene unfolding before me.

The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of a bedside lamp casting dancing shadows on the walls. The air was filled with the soothing scent of lavender lotion, its delicate aroma mingling with the faint smell of freshly laundered sheets. The sound of tranquil music floated from a small bedside radio, filling the room with a sense of serenity.

Curiosity ignited within me, like a flickering flame, as I pondered Tony's cryptic words about "a little light sex." The unknown loomed in the depths of my mind, but I brushed it aside, eager to embark on this unconventional adventure. A mixture of anticipation and hesitancy coursed through me, like a turbulent river tugging at my senses. I could almost taste the bitter tang of uncertainty lingering in the air.

A part of me, like a wary bird perched on a branch, hesitated. It whispered reminders of Shawn's preferences - the roughness, the forcefulness - as another man or boy thrust himself into me from behind, using me like a mere object a "fucking post." It was that part, I dreaded, unlike Shawn and the other members of the Occult who reveled in it. But despite my reservations, the path ahead was irrevocable. The consequences of retreating were too dire like an abyss waiting to swallow me whole.

My heart raced, like a wild stallion galloping across an open field, while my palms grew clammy, dampening my resolve. Yet, amidst the turmoil, a soothing scent of lotion wafted through the air, like a gentle caress, and a melodic tune played softly in the background, like a tender lullaby. These sensory distractions embraced me, like a warm embrace, pacifying my nerves and temporarily transporting me to a realm of tranquility.

Nervously, I watched as he meticulously arranged the bed, the crisp white sheets enticing me like a blank canvas ready to be adorned. The room was delicately scented with the soothing aroma of lavender, instantly putting me at ease. I could hear the gentle rustle of fabric as he stacked our belongings on the other bed, creating a makeshift storage area, which indicated we would be sharing a bed. It had been a while since I had slept alone, the absence of another presence becoming my new normal. Tony, positioned behind me, silently shed the rest of his clothes, the faint sound of fabric whispering against his skin. I could sense a mix of excitement and apprehension coursing through me, an anticipation of what lay ahead. As his warm hands explored my body's contours, a cascade of sensations enveloped me.

His touch was both firm and tender, sending pleasurable shivers down my spine. In that moment, I realized that this unique encounter with Tony would deepen our bond as we delved into our shared bisexuality. It was surprising, yet strangely comforting, to know that he understood and embraced a part of me that others often struggled to accept. My thoughts shifted, reflecting on past experiences that starkly contrasted with the warmth and acceptance I found in Tony's presence. He had told me that, for my misbehavior, I had earned a full body massage as a peculiar reward for my hard work. It was an unconventional treat, one that would have unsettled me if it had been anyone else. But from the moment I met him, I sensed that he and I would become intimately acquainted, becoming very good friends indeed.

I said. "I have at least a couple of hours of work, then I would need to go over the information I had gathered with Jeff regarding the students I had already met … and the ones I still needed to. Using the school yearbooks, plus going over the school building plans; the new and the old ones to find secret rooms."

Tony's velvety voice gently murmured in my ear, his warm breath brushing against my skin and sending delightful tingles down my spine as he tenderly turned my head and pressed his lips against mine, igniting a passionate kiss that made me let out a soft moan, craving for more. "I'll just prepare our room," he whispered, his words barely audible but filled with anticipation and desire.

My eyes couldn't help but be captivated by the sight of him slipping on a sumptuous silk robe, its opulent fabric shimmering with golden outlines of a majestic Black Panther. The robe glided over his bare skin, inviting the touch and leaving a trail of luxurious sensation in its wake. It was clear that this robe was not just any ordinary garment; it exuded a sense of extravagant indulgence and comfort.

However, deep down, I couldn't help but feel a slight disappointment that he had chosen to cover himself up. Clothing, to me, had always been like a mask that hid one's true identity and the emotions they would naturally express. I preferred the rawness and vulnerability of being completely naked, relishing in the sensation of his bare skin against mine. But then again, I was a nudist and a bisexual, embracing both my freedom and desires, and I longed to be held in his arms and make love to him.

With precision and efficiency, Tony retrieved a lock from his bag, the metallic clinking echoing in the room. The distinct smell of fresh metal filled the air as he skillfully changed the lock on the door, ensuring our privacy and security. A second lock followed, the click of it confirming that we were the sole keepers of this sanctuary.

I observed, my eyes following Tony's every move, as he meticulously attached a chain and wire to the door. The faint smell of lubricant wafted towards me as he connected a magnetic box to the top of the door and the door itself. Meanwhile, a loose cable wire snaked its way across the room, connecting to a main box that housed the intricate system he was setting up. Cameras, strategically placed, captured every angle of the room, their lenses quietly observing our surroundings. A magnetic strip clung to the window, adding an extra layer of protection.

The silence was shattered by a sudden shrill noise, the sound of an intruder alert piercing through the room. It was an annoyance, yet a reassurance that no one could enter our domain without our knowledge. The cameras diligently recorded, their watchful eyes not only on our room but also on the chaotic hallway outside. The clamor of students' voices could be heard, distant echoes pleading for quiet from neighboring rooms.

Tony had me slide out of my desk so he could remove the cast from my leg because I had ruined it, and the bottom of the cast was in pieces because of the water and the cleaning solutions had eaten away the plaster. He quickly opened his duffel bag and took out a saw that would cut it off me and not cut my leg off and wrapped a towel around it to dampen the high pitch noise. It wasn't anything new that I hadn't gone through because my father had busted my leg and my arm at one time or another. Yet, I was very glad to get it off me.

It also made it so I could move around the room with ease. Tony teased me if I wanted to keep the smelly and disgusting thing, apologizing because the cast wasn't waterproof, like the one he would give me when we get up earlier to prepare my disguise. Not having medical supplies ready at hand, makes it difficult to do everything at a moment's notice. The things we needed had arrived with his team.

I despised the fact that I had to wake up three hours earlier just to shower and put on my disguise for the purpose of playing Shawn. We had come to the decision that, instead of ruining another pair of pants, I could wear shorts during my time here until the real Shawn recovers from his cast removal and sling on Friday. Tomorrow, in class, I could gradually ease off the sling, claiming that my arm and shoulder were nearly healed. This way, when Shawn fully recovers over the weekend, it won't come as a surprise. We were debating whether to let this happen sooner or later, but for now, we wanted to observe how it goes. However, the broken fingers may take up to four to six weeks to heal. It had only been almost a week since I broke Shawn's fingers, and I have no regrets about it.