Date: Sat, 8 Aug 2009 12:12:45 -0400
From: James Stanley <jtex2392@gmail.com>
Subject: Hunter_And_James Ch 5

	Dear Readers: For those of you who have been following my story,
thank you. For those who are only new to this, or have stumbled upon this,
years later deep in the archives, I hope you enjoy/have enjoyed reading. I
am sad to say that the boys in this story are no longer together, and since
I was one of them... well, I must admit that writing and continuing this
story is no longer emotionally possible. I loved him with all my heart and
still do- and it's not his fault. Regardless, my friends, this will be the
final chapter of Hunter and James. If you would like me to write other
stories in the future, you may request it, but at least for a little while
I will take a leave of absence from Nifty writing. Once again, if you're
not supposed to read this, don't; or at least don't blame me when you get
caught ;)

	Hunter and James Chapter Five

	We arrive back at our story on Christmas Day. Hunter and James lay
snuggled close on James' bed. The two families shared James' house and had
Christmas together. "Why not?" They figured, since the families were so
close as it is.
	"Merry Christmas, precious." James said in his typical groggy
morning tone. Hunter rolled over and smiled, and brought his lips to
James'. The boys were enjoying their morning kiss when it happened.
	Glass could be heard breaking, and suddenly the boys were wide
awake and holding one another. They heard movement downstairs and James
detached himself from his lover, reaching for the cobalt blue Louisville
Slugger he used for baseball last year.
	James moved swiftly out his door, signaling Hunter to stay where he
was, as he checked his mom's bedroom door and the door to the guest
bedroom, where Hunter's mom was. Realizing they hadn't come out yet, James
moved down the stairs.
	When he arrived at the foot of the stairs James' mind took in many
things at once. First, he noticed that the box that held his gift to
Hunter, a silver locket that opened up with their pictures inside, was in
the fireplace. On fire.
	The second thing he noticed, only after the first, was the man
standing next to the fire. He couldn't see his face for the ski mask, but
he knew he had a crowbar in his hands. This delay in thought, however,
caused James to take a shot to the head from said crowbar. He hit the floor
with a mighty thud; and began to feel tears running down his cheeks. The
tears weren't from the pain of the crowbar, but instead that he couldn't
save the present.
	Coming to his senses, James saw the man stepping over him, heading
upstairs. James tried to get up, but he was dizzy and could hardly
move. After he'd regained the ability to see straight, however, he began to
hear a scream. It was then that Hunter appeared at the top of the stairs,
the man gripping him with one arm, the other arm holding a knife to
Hunter's throat.
	"Is this your boyfriend, you little fag?" His gravelly voice came,
echoing off the floral wallpaper and wood floors. From out of nowhere,
James saw his mother come at the man, reeling back her ringed left hand and
imprinting the diamond on the man's cheek. He turned to her, however, and
struck her down.
	Hunter tried to run, he did, but the man spun back and grabbed the
boy's foot. He felt face-first to the floor, and the man pulled his hand up
to push the knife into the boy's back. James moved quicker than he'd ever
moved before, and threw his hand out, knocking the knife away from Hunter,
and impaling it into the floor.
	Hunter ran now into his mother's room, and James stayed to deal
with the intruder. He took up a stance and motioned for the man to come at
him. The man with the knife had retrieved his weapon from the floor, and
swiped a few times at James before the boy lunged at him. James' fist flew
into the man's adam's apple, crushing his windpipe. But by the time he'd
managed that, the knife had already sunk into his chest. James couldn't
feel it, but the knife had punctured his heart.
      Hunter by now had come out, once he heard James scream in agony. The
sight of James's body, with a knife sticking out, horrified him. But as he
gazed up to James' face, he saw the smile that he's always said he loved so
much. With tremendous effort, James spoke clearly and with conviction:
      "I love you Hunter."
      Hunter knelt beside James, and kissed him. When they broke the kiss,
he said, "I love you too, James."

      THE END

      Epilogue/Bonus Stuff:
      This is not how the story truly ended for Hunter and James. They
remain friends, and are both healthy and well. I wrote the story this way
as an expression of how I feel, and since this is all about how I wanted
the relationship to go, I finished with how I'd always wanted it to
end. Hunter was my life, and to have died protecting him is how I'd want to
go, if I had the choice.
      Over the many months he and I have been together I've written many
things, and I believe this poem is the most relevant, considering this
Nifty story is merely an extension of the dream world in which Hunter still
loves me. I hope you like it.


      How am I supposed
      To explain what I feel?
      One language is not enough
      Two are still not near
      What I want to say
      Can't be said, only projected
      I'll love you always
      With me you are protected.

      Who else can make me smile when I frown?
      Who is invades my thoughts when they're not around?
      I know I'm not your number one
      But poetry is just for fun
      Here I can pretend, we'll always be together
      That you love me, like I love you; maybe better.

      What does a poet do but dream?
      But write, create, develop a scene.
      A poet paints a picture
      Of his world, his everything.
      My picture looks like you,
      A love neverending.


      Questions or comments may be sent to: jtex2392@gmail.com
      Thank you for reading