Chapter 6 Book 7

Chapter 6

The Final Hours

The very moment we poked through the tunnel after climbing the ladder. I noticed the wall seemed blacker than it normally was, and the lights of the school seemed like lanterns in the shadows. It was a big difference seeing the school in the distance and the wall so close compared to the school. Even though I was tired from the long walk, and they asked how I was holding up and didn't dare show them my weakness knowing any weakness would put me at risk. So I said. "Good to go," as I worried if my guards hadn't been able to follow me.

It wasn't until we made it to the wall that I saw moving shadows behind some trees. I felt relieved knowing that they were close by. I was forced to leave my bathrobe behind with the other boys. As I reshuffled my stash of fake drugs and extra needle with the numbing agent to my ceremonial robes like everyone else had done the moment we climbed the ladder and became topside.

I watched as Eli moved towards the wall, touching the bricks in a circular pattern which said he did this often enough finding the bricks so easily in the dark. But what bothered me the most was this darkness that I couldn't read from him as I looked into his eyes when we were in his room, it didn't match the darkness I would feel shaking Crawford's hand and many of the teachers and the librarian and Dr. Hayes. Yet, I didn't have proof that he had done any of the deeds the others had, and that too bothered me. Once he had pressed all the bricks in the right order, the wall door opened like it had been there all long except for the bricks that were sticking out away from the door like a giant puzzle piece making it look seamless and part of the wall.

Once we were through the gap, the door closed, sealing itself as one wall. I was curious about how they managed to build it without being seen. I didn't ask as I just followed them as I watched Eli turn off and on his flashlight three times, and watched a car in the distance blink its lights and move forward. I was a little concerned regarding my friends behind me because we would no longer be on foot.

Tony mentioned he and his team would have a car parked further up the road, a backup plan if we happened to come their way, just in case. The lack of it was a stark contrast to the usual sights, and it filled me with a growing unease. Then again, if I had that meant that our little group would have spotted it as well. I jumped the moment Jeff made himself known, feeling him take that cold place inside me and fill it. He asked. "So, how is it going?"

I wanted to smack him the moment he said it. I linked with him. "Oh, just dandy if you want to know. I have been just told that they all want to have sex with me. And that we were going to do it at some safe house that their High Bishop had arranged. Not to mention that the High Bishop already knows Shawn's already here, meaning me. Plus, Tony and Mr. Walens are in great danger, and the new Headmaster they are putting in place will arrive in the morning to take his place."

Jeff smiled at me and said. "Oh, I wouldn't get their hopes up because I know that. The man they have taken his place has had an untimely death. Something about his plane running out of gas and by yours truly and won't be discovered anytime soon. I can be quite useful you know?" I stumbled as one of the boys caught me I said. "Sorry pothole, I am not used to walking in these shoes, considering they are bigger than I would like them." Reminding him of the fact they are his and his feet are bigger than mine.

The car pulled up to the road noticing it was a black limo, not a white one, and then, of course, it would be so we wouldn't be seen at night, but I noticed the logo on it that said Crest Ridge Boarding School for the elite. Not trouble teens like the other limos I have seen coming and going and theirs were all white. Showing they had not only planned to take over the school but change the name as well. Once inside, the driver closed the door and someone was asking if we needed anything like drugs and Alcohol watching everyone one else partake, as I was the only one who went without. I noticed right away the man was in the car with us was someone important feeling that awful dark feeling as he introduced himself as High Bishop Alden.

I quickly shook his hand and felt that I wanted to bathe in bleach and the smell of rotting corpse waffled my nose hairs. Just for a moment, I thought I was losing my touch not knowing who the good guys are. It appeared I was the only one that noticed it. He said. "So you're the great Shawn Rothwell I have heard so much about," handing me a bottle of alcohol and a party tray of drugs. I kindly refused them, watching his eyes clearly say that was unexpected.

Eli quickly took the bottle, and the tray passed it around said. "Forgive him our most holy one, my father. He is not able to join us in finding spiritual enlightenment because of the restraints he is currently under back at the school. His parents have hired him as a full-time babysitter and that Mr. Walens has enforced it. That he is searched for drugs and Alcohol on his person, in his room, and in his system, and tests him to make sure he hasn't taken them several times a day. Or spend his days locked in his room or solitary confinement and those who are caught giving them to him.

"As you are aware that they have found all our hidden locations and have removed many of our brethren within the school and have brought in drug dogs to sniff them out and have placed surveillance all over the campus to entrap us. We feel it would be unwise to let him partake like the rest of us until the threat has been entirely removed. Which you have made me aware as I have made them aware. That problem will soon be dealt with upon the morrow, but even still we rather not call attention to them. Until such a time it has been dealt with and we can finally move freely once more and move onto the next phase as the prophet has ordered us to do so. May Mormo make it so?" Everyone cheered as they repeated the phrase. I, for one, was getting sick of hearing it.

The High Bishop wasn't a small man compared to the one in Heber, but unlike him, he wasn't bald, with brown hair that was graying at the sides, and a face that looked like worn leather, with a double chin and was little on the heavy side or seemed that way in his robe, that stated he ate well or he worked out. Even he, too, was dressed in a black robe like the rest of us. Yet instead of red stripes, his was the color of gold with satanic symbols patterns outlined in silver thread. He said kindly. "Yes, I think that is wise my son. I rather not have our honored guest imprisoned in his new home. I don't think our holy prophets would look too kindly on us if it caused him to be incarcerated. Not after such a long search for him. No, they would not indeed."

He quickly had me take a seat next to him, and I cringed as I felt the darkness surround him. My stomach turned as he leaned in and whispered in my ear that he had something special planned for tonight as he slipped his hand into my gown. Unsnapped my robe just enough and cupped my balls and stroked me, telling me he's going to enjoy getting "acquainted" with me and so will his son and daughter, and my new friends tonight. I knew it had nothing to do with stimulating me or sharing themselves with me or anything to do with love. He smiled when he had opened my robe fully with the help of Eli, asking Eli if they had prepared me so I could not only pleasure them but also his daughter and his guests.

Eli said. "I was going to, but we didn't have the time knowing not if we could escape unnoticed most holy one, my father. Because we were uncertain, we were being watched in the halls or the abandoned storeroom until the girls had taken care of the surveillance."

He nodded. "It matters not once we arrive will prepare him so we all can be pleasured."

Not removing his hand as he finished stimulating me by hand letting me fully climax. As I watched Eli and the other boys with us do the same. It creeps me out because I haven't stimulated myself in this way in a very long time, not me nor my friends and family. It had lost its appeal ever since Mom and Dad had taught me there was a far better way and twice enjoyable instead of self-gratification. Not saying there is anything wrong with that, but I preferred doing it the way my adoptive parents had taught me. Plus, I never passed up a chance to have sex with girls or stimulate my friends. I just preferred being with them, not with these filthy animals. That liked raping each other, by having sex with boys rather than girls instead of both like me, but not like Shawn who only preferred the younger boys like my baby brother Jonathan. At the time, I was uncertain whether someone had taught Shawn that it was acceptable.

The Satanic Church's preaching, which claimed that engaging in sexual activities with boys was preferable to being with girls has influenced this uncertainty. Their belief system considered girls nothing more than sacrificial whores for their god. Despite the ambiguity, it was a reasonable assumption, especially considering Crawford's guidance.

Once the High Bishop had finished stimulating me, he tasted me with his finger and smiled. "You taste divine my son. I can't wait to pleasure you once my daughter has taken what she needs so she can be the first to carry your seed within her, so when the next harvest moon rises next year, you will share in your first divine gift of the bounty before our god Lucifer and his chosen daughter Mormo who will be most pleased as we truly bring you into our fold."

He did likewise to Eli and then had me lay in his lap so Eli could finish having me. I wanted to scream get off me and let go of me not wanting to be anywhere near the two of them. I didn't like being Shawn. I didn't like the idea of being passed around like fine wine. Not with people that were filled with so much darkness it made my skin crawl.

This was not in my comfort zone, but Jeff placed me in his embrace, counterbalancing the darkness I was feeling. It was so warm and loving that the High Bishop and Eli felt his spirit touch me. The moment that happened they looked strangely at me, causing the High Bishop to ask if my parents had forced me to recommit myself to their faith. Jeff jerked away from me as he became distant. I answered to what he meant by recommitting me to their faith; I said. "I was forced to pray to their god morning, day and night.

"I found myself compelled to partake in their sacrament, as they bestowed a blessing upon my head and contemplated re-baptizing me into their faith the coming Sunday. They had even made arrangements with the Headmaster. What other option did I have? They had fastened steel bracelets around my wrists, which proved impossible to remove. These bracelets lacked any lock for a key, and with a mere touch upon their own wrists, they could inflict pain upon my body or restrain me.

"However, whenever I found myself alone, I prayed incessantly to our god and savior, beseeching them to liberate me from this torment. I believed my fate was sealed, and I was destined for doom when they revealed their plan to send me here, with a 24-hour bodyguard watching me. They also planned to reinstate the restraints in the morning, now that my arm had healed and the cast on my leg had been removed. Yet now I realize it was through the intervention of Mormo, and our God Lucifer had heard my pleas and saved me from their clutches."

He hushed me as I faked crying against his shoulder as he held me, telling me. "Of course you did my son. Thanks to their ignorance and Mormo answering yours and our prayers. Well, we will remove what they have done to you once we have removed the threat, but tonight we will celebrate you being found and being returned to us."

It wasn't a long drive after that as I noticed several more limos and cars like ours seeing other members of the occult who were mostly students like me, but what concerned me was there were children like my brothers here as well and dressed in white robes like I had seen in Heber, not like the black ones and were chained into a single file. Most were boys, as they were quickly taken in by the side door. It looked like some of them had been crying, and I didn't think it was of being overjoyed to be here, as they were prodded in so cruelly.

Jeff indicated that the children I was seeing were in slaves to be used to how they saw fit. The Satanic Church preyed upon and used some children from poor families for drugs and child trafficking, even murdering some to further its goals. But for tonight, they were here so members could indulge in their sexual fantasies and desires. The children were lower than those in the limousines and cars. So low that if they killed them, nobody would care or notice them missing.

Jeff said. "Tony and his people are here, but they need to neutralize the High Bishop and those like him before rescuing you and them. Until then, you must do whatever it takes to give them the time they would need. Remember, we talked about this and you said and agreed to help to make sure this doesn't happen."

I quickly approached Jeff to inquire about the meaning behind his previous statement. "I know," he responded, "but if you don't do it, like Shawn, and considering you're currently Shawn, you must do it." He explained. "We explained that the children before you would all perish if we didn't act, and that you would be sacrificed without hesitation. This time, death was not an option," and he expressed his apologies. He had warned me and my friends that there would be no turning back if we proceeded with this. We had to complete what we had started for the greater good, or else we would become like them, allowing darkness to consume the world like a spreading fire. Hell would thrive as a result.

"Now, put on your big boy pants and save those children," he urged. He assured me that no one would judge me for my actions. "In fact, once they know what you and what your adoptive family and friends sacrificed. This will be nothing more than a bad memory and they will take you in their arms and give you rest, as your story is being told. But for now, make them proud. Help free those children, break the yoke of the coven so they will not have any choice, but dwindle and return once more into the light and love of Christ. Who has suffered as you have suffered and knows the pain you have suffered and will suffer?"

The High Bishop quickly apologized for not being able to arrange something more fitting to me as his most honored guest who has suffered so much to be reunited with our brethren. Telling me he didn't want us to be gone too long having them search for me and find me missing, Would definitely raise the alarm, and which neither of them could afford. Until the problem was dealt with, and they have located their missing brethren. He apologized, stating he wanted the High Priestess to be here to welcome me, but she had been called away to find out what had happened to one of her chosen holy disciples. There was a slight tear in his eye, as he quickly wiped it away, showing something more, even more so when he looked over at Eli. Rhoda and Jackie as if it was some hidden secret between the three of them. Yet I didn't dare ask, or was afraid to ask and since there was more behind it, but again it was none of my business and this was certainly not the time to ask. I smiled as the driver came into the light as I recognized him as part of Tony's team as he gave me a wink and placed a microphone into my pocket and bottle of pills to make sure I could do what have to do to stay alive.

Like Tony said, 'Make sure you bring your own,' he leaned over and whispered. "It's up to you kiddo, we got your back." He moved his eyes as I followed them, seeing that my bodyguards were about to do their job. I put on my big boy pants and followed them all inside. Ignoring the smell of rotting corpse lingering in the air and the darkness that seemed to wrap me into its cocoon. Oh, God, I wanted to go home and was so tired of playing Shawn.