Date: Sat, 12 Feb 2005 09:02:58 -0800 (PST) From: Nikon Lord Subject: "The Tower" DISCLAIMER: Ok people the standard disclaimer is in effect here, if it is illegal to view material of a pornographic nature or if the idea of men getting it on, well this is not the site for you, also if you are underage.....sneak!!!! lol make sure you don't get cought with your pants down though Introduction: Yes REJOICE!!! for it is i Morpheus490 aka Jay It is good to be writing again, i've changed my e-mail addy so if you want to submit comments then send them to nospoonforneo@yahoo.com, thanx. I look forward to many comments and suggestions for you know, it is all for you!!! If i don't recieve any comments then i won't submit a second chapter because i'll know you all hated it lol. Ok On with the story. It's cold as he runs through the streets, his backpack slowing him down only a bit. His body still ached from the beating his father gave him just moments before. Thinking back he starts to wonder if this had ben such a smart thing to do. Where would he go, how would he eat, what would he do for money? None of this occured to him while he was slamming clothes into his pack after his father had left the room, all he thought of was that he had to get away before his father seriously hurt him...or worse. It was the thought of "worse" that lulled him to sleep every night after his Father would stumble out of the room in his drunken state, if he wasn't lucky enough to have fallen unconcious from the horrible beatings. His father had come home a little early that night and found him on the internet chatting with some friends. For no reason he started the beating, like a savage animal his father had jumped on him and started pounding at him, all he could do was curl up into little ball and hide inside himself. Now there was no where to hide from the pain that until a moment ago he didn't even feel. Johnathan Michael Polls had lived with 15 years of abuse and Hospital visits where he had to lie about how he had been hurt. He had enough! "Never Again!" he whispered harshly as he continued not caring about where he would go anymore. He continued on in silence wondering where he might call home for the night. Half way across town he finds an abandoned house and looks for a way in. The back door is broken open and even without thinking of the dangers Johnathan enters. He looks around for a few minutes and finds an old couch and plops down on it. Looking around he figures he can call this place home for a little while, then first thing in the morning he's hitch hiking out of town and for somewhere new. He lays down with his head on the arm of the couch and tries to drift off to sleep but his mind races and his heart starts beating quickly as images of his father come to him, he cringed into the back or the couch as he remembered it all, shivering as he felt his insides jolt with the memory of every punch and jab. He cried to himself atlast, letting all his frustration come out onto the arm. it smelled like must and wet dog in this room, the couch itself smelt of mildew but he took comfort in the support it gave as he just cried and cried until finally he was asleep. Even his dream were full of his fathers hatred, coming into his room as he lay in bed and beating him, it was always without warning, he never did anything to warrent such hatred from his father. Dreams of his mother sometimes came. She would come down out of the stars and craddle him as if he were a little child and she would brush his hair back out of his tear streaked face and whisper that it would be alright and that he was going with her to heaven. those were what made it all barable...life. He was startled awake by a load noise. He sat up quickly and grabbed for his bag but it wasn't there. He ran to the door just in time to see a kid running out the back with his pack slung over his shoulder. Johnathan tore out the back door and started chasing the kid through countles alleys. Down this alley and up this one, cutting across main streets and side streets Johnathan kept on his tail. The kid turned down one last alley and found himself in a dead end. Johnathan slowly started walking towards the kid and thats when the real trouble began. From behind Johnathan came a laugh. He looked around quickly and was punched in the face so hard his entire head snapped back around to stare at the kid with his backpack. He looked back just in time to see four large men come around the corner smiling as a smaller guy swung again. Johnathan tried to dodge the punch but got a mouth full of fist that sent him sprawling to the ground spitting blood out of his mouth. The four other guys joined in now that Johnathan was on the ground. Johnathan did what came naturally to him, he curled up into a small ball and looked inside himself as kicks and punches came from seemingly everywhere. Suddenly it was as if a bright light had burst into being in front of Johnathans eyes. He looked around and tried to see his attackers but all there was, was the light. he looked skyward and the light intensified. Something seemed to be moving in the very center of the light. He squinted at it but couldn't make out what the shape could be. Then a voice. "Don't worry Johnathan, everythings going to be alright. Its time to come home with momma." it said gently to him. He covered his face not wanting to believe it all and looked up again only to be staring into his mothers beautiful face. He laughed untill the laughter became sobs and he crumbled into his mothers arms. He looked up into her face and smiled and finally felt all the pain wash away...then he woke up. Beaten almost to death Johnathan had been left behind a dumpster. He sat up and imediately wished he hadn't. Pain shot through his body as if hot daggers had ripped at him all at once. He stayed upright and waited a long while before trying to get up. he crawled to his knees then grabbed a hold of the dumpster to try to steady himself. At first he only fell back down but determined that he needed to be away from that place he finally made his way up to his feet. He finally noticed that his eyes were nearly swollen shut and his nose had not stopped bleeding. He pulled off a sleeve from his shirt and pushed it to his nose screaming almost instantly. The pain was hundreds of times worse than what he felt when his father beat him. He kept as much pressure as he could on his nose and started walking. He didn't care where his feet took him anymore, it was all such a fucking waste, his life a waste, his mother a waste his father a waste. He couldn't stand it anymore, so now the only thing to do was to end it. Too angry at his father for drinking and beating him, too angry at his mother for leaving him with her madman of a husband when he was only a year old, too angry at the world for not somehow sensing that he was in need of help. He found himself in a park before too long, staring up into the sky. The morning was fast aprouching, the sky had twinges of lighter blues and a slight hint of pink on the horizon. What did he care though, this world had nothing but hatred for him so it was better to end it now on his terms than on the worlds. He looked around and spotted a small pond with a bridge running over it and started walking towards it. This would be it, his final resting place...well untill they fished him out and identified the body but how would they do that, his father would never file a missing persons report anyway. GOD ALL THIS THINKING!!! He looked at the planks as he reached the bridge and started counting them wondering how man people would walk over it before his body was found, looked out into the water and tried to take it all in. Was he really about to do this? "Quite stalling and just do it, its all over for me here anyways" Johnathan said to his reflextion in the murky water below. Getting onto the bridge railing he looked down once more into the waters. "I hope mom's waiting for me on the other side of this water" he thought as he allowed gravity to do the rest. Down down down he fell folling for what felt like eons. He wished the cool embrace of the water would wrap him in its soothing arms and wrestle from him his last breath. Darkness. He oppened his eyes and all he saw was darkness LIGHTS OUT Well thats it for chapter one, can you tell there might not be alot of sex in this one? i'll try to spice it up in the next installment but like i said before, i need those e-mails guys Hope you enjoyed chapter one of the "Tower" -Jay