Date: Fri, 26 Dec 2008 10:17:35 -0800 (PST) From: Carson Kolen Subject: Amnesia Teen Finds A Home 1 (Gay Male) DISCLAIMER: Blah Blah if you're under the age for your area or find gay sex offensive, leave. Can't put it much simpler than that. Amnesia Teen Finds A Home By Mapquestt Chapter 1 The first thing I heard was the deafening sound of gunshots. A strong, masculine voice yelled "Hold Up! Everybody Freeze!" It was soon accompanied by another equally strong voice, this time from a woman. "Hoard, you check and see if anyone of those scumbags are still here. I'll scan the building." "Roger." The voice called Hoard replied. "Be careful Angie..." "I always am." Angie's voice said. Hoard walked back out the door as Angie began walking around the deserted room. Her footsteps echoed loudly into the empty silence. I opened my eyes slightly to see the strong petite frame of a female police officer walking around. At first she held her gun at full arms length in front of her. Soon she was confident she was alone, and put her gun back in the holster, and pulled out a flashlight. A sudden throbbing ignited in my head, and I groaned out in pain. "Who's there?" Angie asked, and through my barely opened eyes I saw the light shine upon me, and for a moment I could make out Angie's face. Then I felt myself loose consciousness as a sudden darkness clouded my vision. In my last moments awake, I could hear Angie yelling to her comrade to come quick, that there was a naked kid in here. "Who's naked?" I wondered, and then I was gone. -------------------------------- "Where do you think he came from?" Angie asked her Comrade, Officer Wilson Hoard as they drove away with the mysterious naked youth unconscious in the back seat. "I have absolutely no clue" Hoard said to his partner, Angie VanNeeman. They had been partners for some time and had seen some crazy stuff, being cops in St. Louis, Missouri. But nothing like this. "It's amazing he didn't get shot. That shootout had to have lasted at least an hour." "Do you think he knows anything about it? You think he had something to do with it?" "I don't know." Hoard said, as he drove the police car down the road to the police station. When they were at a red light, he turned his neck and got a good look at the kid. The kid had a nice bod... "He sure got one heck of a sausage between those legs" Hoard laughed as Angie exclaimed "Wilson Hoard!" and playfully punched him in the shoulder. They shared a good laugh. The rest of the trip was silent as they headed down the road. I awoke suddenly, and opened my eyes to see the ceiling above me. There was a fluorescent light directly above me; the stupid light is what probably woke me up. I realized that I was lying down again, but this time on a soft couch than some stupid table. A blanket had been thrown over me, and I was pretty warm. I lifted it to see that I was still naked underneath. --------------------------------------------- "Well, you're finally awake." I recognized the voice immediately. It was the same feminine voice I heard last time I was awake. I rolled over to see that it was the police officer known as Angie. She sat in a chair to the right of the couch. She had reddish-auburn hair, which she had in a tight bun on the back of her head. She had a smooth but pale complexion, which was completely contrasted by her green eyes. She was in the normal black police uniform. I was so confused, and questions were flooding my mind "Where am I?" Her gentle smile morphed into an expressionless face "You're at the police station. My partner and I found you at the scene of the shooting" "What shooting?" "At that warehouse. On the river. We got a call talking about a 3-gang standoff, but when we got there, the little bastards ran off. While searching, we found you naked and unconscious, on a table in a warehouse. What were you doing there?" As soon as she asked that question, I completely froze up. What was I doing there? I stammered as I replied, "I don't know. I don't remember..." That's when he walked in. "Officer VanNeeman, how is our guest?" the unmistakable voice of Officer Hoard asked. As he walked into the room, my jaw dropped. His body was perfect. Even in the police uniform, that was clear. The uniform was fitting enough to show his massive chest transform into a thin waist, creating the perfect torso shape. His sleeves had been rolled up to his elbows, and even his forearms were tight with muscle, with the perfect amount of hair. From what I could tell from his pants, his legs too were tight with lean muscle, and there was evidence that he was gifted in the manhood department. But I wanted to find out. His hair was a gray-ish color, which threw me off, because he couldn't have been any older than 30. His eyes were a deep blue, and his skin was the normal tone. He had light stubble of 5 o'clock shadow coming down from his sideburns and covering his cheeks and his chiseled chin. "He doesn't remember why he was in the warehouse," Angie stated with a disappointed tone in her voice, "So he's really not all that useful as a witness." Hoard looked at me with a kind expression, then introduced himself "I'm Officer Wilson Hoard, but everyone calls me Hoard. This is officer Angie VanNeeman, she's my partner." Angie scruffly said "Nice to meet you." Hoard then asked my who I was. "I don't know." "What?" They both replied in unison. I repeated myself again. They looked at each other, and then Angie asked me "What do you remember?" I thought about her question, long and hard, and said "Nothing. The earliest thing I can remember is the warehouse. Nothing before that." Hoard turned to Angie and mouthed two words towards her so I couldn't hear, but I read his lips perfectly. Complete Amnesia. PART 2 COMING SOON (There will be more action in that one) PLEASE COMMENT AND RESPOND at mapquestt@yahoo.com If anyone knows someone who would draw these "type" of picture, let me know. Manga/Yaoi would be cool to have