The Watchers

Here we go with another chapter! I know a lot of you have been anxiously awaiting its arrival. Your wait is over. Its been a little crazy with the ice storm here, but we all seemed to survive. After a couple of nights without any power, it makes you appreciate what you normally take for granted. I thank you for all your emails. I endeavor to answer each one. Sometimes it takes a little time, but I will answer. But right now, sit back and enjoy Chapter Eight!

Like any author, I have relied on past experiences to draw from while writing this story. It is entirely a work of fiction. There is a mixture of personality traits of people I have known, but in no way does any character truly reflect any one real life person. This story does involve graphic descriptions of sex between two gay teenage boys. If that offends you, then you should not read it. Any similarity to any real person is purely coincidence.

The adventures that follow tell of an ordinary high school boy finding himself in extraordinary circumstances. Your feedback and comments are welcome. Feel free to email me at

Chapter Eight


The dawn of a new day, especially after an overnight rain, always brings with it a freshness ... an undesirable clean smell. And with the rise of the sun, comes new and exciting opportunities ... and chance to start anew ... with a clean slate. What ends up on that slate at the end of the day is a mixture of what life throws your way and how you choose to address the opportunities you are given. For Scott, clouds of sorrow and misery keep the opportunities hidden from his view. They are still there, but he just can't quite see them yet. The memory is still too fresh. Even Greg's smell is still fresh. Scott reminds himself of that with a tee shirt that Greg was wearing before they left for the mall that night. He inhales deeply and is rewarded with an onslaught of vivid memories ... happy times with the love of his life. But as the days pass by, the scent slowly fades. For Scott, it is an unknowing blessing. He must move on. He will move on, but it will be on his own timetable. The tee shirt is lovingly and carefully returned to its special place in his drawer. He slowly ran his fingers over its surface as he fought back the tears.

First loves leave permanent impressions that stay with us for the rest of our lives. Scott's first love was stolen from him in an act so violent that it will leave even more than a permanent impression. The pain of loss, of loneliness and of the unanswered question 'why' leave their marks as well. His anger brews subtlety just under the surface. Add to that the fact that at sixteen, his hormones are running at full throttle and you have a mixture as volatile as nitroglycerin.

Scott turned the water on in the shower and stepped out of his boxers. Looking in the mirror, he saw that his wound was slowly beginning to heal. His smooth chest tapered down to nicely developed abs. The workouts in the weight room, combined with his love of swimming had resulted in tight muscles.

Scott had spent countless summer afternoons as a child swimming with Cameron in the pond at the back of Cameron's family farm. His love of the water grew from those childhood experiences. When Cameron moved to town, the once best friends lost touch. Scott eventually found new friends and moved on, but he continued to sneak across the fence on the back of the property and take long, cool, relaxing swims. Only now, he swam alone. As time passed by, the memories of Cameron faded.

Scott heard the whispers from the girls at school about how cute he was and that they thought his big brown eyes would make you melt, but he didn't let it go to his head. Running his fingers through his soft brown hair, Scott gazed at his body and couldn't help but notice the changes that were taking place. The hair under his arms was getting thicker and most importantly to him, his second personality hanging between his legs had lengthened and thickened. Scott was more of a 'grower' than a 'shower' but even 'ungrown' he was quite impressive.

After a quick shower, Scott checked his face to see if it needed a shave. Usually once a week sufficed, but it wouldn't be today. After dressing, he started to brush his hair. As he gazed into the mirror, the memory of Greg gently brushing his hair for him popped into his head. The tears immediately welled up as he remembered. Greg had been so sweet and had so enjoyed brushing Scott's hair. The tears ran down his soft cheeks and splashed onto the sink. It was the doorbell that snapped him back from memory lane. He quickly finished brushing his hair, wiped his eyes and headed to open the door. Scott blinked in the bright morning sunshine. The person on the doorstep was momentarily silhouetted in the sun. Could it be? Scott's mind played tricks and for a just a brief moment, he thought it was ...

"Hey," the boy said softly. Scott backed up and pulled the door open to allow his guest to enter.

"Hey Brandon, why the tears?"

* * * * *

Joel and Paulik made their way down the long corridor to the isolation chamber. Inside sat a very disgusted Kibbeth.

"Well, if it isn't my brother and his ever present shadow come to visit the latest attraction at the Watcher Zoo," Kibbeth said hatefully.

"Actually we came to try and work out our differences. Maybe to find a little common ground and perhaps even work out a solution that we all can live with," Paulik said hopefully. Kibbeth remained seated and looked down at the floor. Paulik saw him grin slightly as he slowly shook his head from side to side. Then Kibbeth spoke matter of factly.

"Do you so blindly believe that we actually have any common ground on which to stand my dear brother? The only, and I mean only thing we have in common is our parents." Kibbeth stood up sharply. "You people are spineless cowards. How can you stand meekly by and let the earth be destroyed? You're all fools!"

"What makes you so certain that the earth is being destroyed?" asked Paulik.

"My God man, look around you. The evidence is all there," raved Kibbeth, waving his arms in the air.

"There's no permanent damage being done. We believe that the humans will realize what they are doing and take steps to correct it. It's natural evolution Kibbeth," explained Paulik.

"It unnatural destruction!" Kibbeth screamed, his face red with anger.

"I can see there's no talking to you right now. You're too upset. We'll be back and I hope that then we can have a rational conversation."

"Whatever!" he disgustedly said as he turned away. Then remembering something, he turned again toward his brother. "Oh, by the way. Just how did you escape?"

"Cameron helped me. He helped Jevic too. You should know that after Jevic was captured, Garen's men beat him until he was unconscious. Then they threw him into the isolation chamber with me."

"What?" Kibbeth exclaimed looking up in shock.

"They beat him savagely and I don't like that brother. I don't like that one bit," said Paulik sternly.

"I had no idea. I am sorry Paulik. You know I would have never allowed such a thing to happen."

"Somehow I know that. But I am worried that Garen is a little too wrapped up in his objective and may be forgetting the consequences. Its one thing to beat up men, but to beat up boys ... that's unacceptable."

"Garen is my best friend. Sometimes he does get carried away. I hope that this is one time that he keeps a level perspective on everything. Perhaps some of his men got caught up in the battle and acted badly."

"Whatever the reason, it still happened. I won't forget it and certainly Jevic will not forget it for a long time," snapped Paulik.

"Please tell him that I am sorry and that I am not responsible."

"But Kibbeth, you are responsible. If it were not for this war we have going on between us, it never would have happened."

"You know as well as I do that I am not directly responsible. Don't try to shift blame. War is war and people get hurt. I'm sorry it had to happen to Jevic. He's a good kid."

"I'll tell him you said so."

"So Cameron helped you escape? I wondered what kind of powers he would develop. Mark my words though, it never should have happened. Mixing with humans is not right and the results could be disastrous."

"Cameron is a good kid. He has a good heart and a good mind. And he has Jevic to guide him. They are together you know?"

"At your direction I'm sure," Kibbeth said sarcastically.

"No, I had nothing to do with it. They found each other. If you could see the love they share, perhaps it would soften your heart brother." He paused a moment to let his comment sink in. "And now, I bid you goodbye. We will talk again."

"Goodbye brother and goodbye Joel. Are you two still together?"

"Yes, happily now for sixteen years," said Joel smiling.

* * * * *

I woke up to the sounds of the soft music and the beautiful fish swimming by the view port. Jevic was still asleep, his arm still draped over my side. I pushed back against him slightly and felt his morning hardness. His skin radiated his warmth. I pushed a little more and moved my legs a little bit. Jevic stirred slightly and pulled me closer.

"Morning babe," he whispered. I rolled over on my back and leaned in to kiss him. Our lips met gently as we greeted each other after a much needed night of rest. My right hand ended up between us and it brushed up against his cock.

"Mmmm," I groaned. He grinned and blushed. I took it into my hand and squeezed slightly. Now it was his turn to groan softly. I put my left arm around his neck and moved in for another kiss. Our lips touched lightly for a moment. Then I gently licked at his lips with my tongue. He opened his mouth slightly and our tongues moved into an erotic dance. I moved my legs apart and Jevic rolled slowly over on top of me, our cocks grinding together. I spread my legs even more and slid my butt up to meet his cock. He broke our kiss and looked intently into my eyes. I smiled and put on my best seductive face.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he whispered. I nodded slowly. Jevic reached over to the nightstand, took out a condom and some lube and then he sat up. He handed me the condom and then squeezing some lube onto his finger, he reached down and gently started to massage my tight little hole. I opened the package. While I gently stoked his cock, I placed it on his throbbing head and rolled it down the shaft. He put more lube on his finger and went back to work massaging my hole. I gasped slightly as I felt a finger enter what had never been entered before. It felt strange, but it felt very erotic and I moaned for him to continue. Another finger entered. "Just try to relax," he urged sensing me tighten slightly. I tried my best and finally, Jevic was able to easily move his two fingers in and out of my hole. He took more lube and coated his cock. The look of lust on my face told him I was ready. Jevic pushed my legs up until my ankles were resting on his shoulders. Then he guided his cock toward my virgin butt. I closed my eyes in anticipation. When the head of his cock made contact with my hole, I consciously tried to relax. He pushed forward with great care. I thought it was going well there for a moment, until the pain hit me hard. I grabbed his arm tightly. "Relax Cameron, just relax." His soothing words calmed me and I soon urged him to continue. I could feel him push a little more insistently this time. Suddenly, my muscles gave way and the head popped in. It took my breath away, but it didn't hurt. I looked up at Jevic and smiled. He seemed to ask my permission to continue with the expression on his face. I nodded and he pressed on. I could feel him slowly entering me, slowly filling me, slowing becoming one with me. And when I felt his pubic hair against my balls, I knew he was all the way in. Jevic leaned over and kissed me gently on the lips. My arms went to his back and pulled him closer, kissing him urgently. Slowly, he started to pull his cock out. He went about half way, I guess. Then he pushed it all the way back in. The process was repeated, slowly and gently. It was wonderful. The feeling I was experiencing brought new meaning to physical love. I became drunk with passion. That's when I started to push my butt up to meet his cock on its way down. Jevic's thrusts quickened. They started to be longer. He was pulling himself almost all the way out before ramming it all the way back in. Gentle was a word that no longer described our lovemaking.

Suddenly the tingling sensation returned to my head. The same tingling sensation that I can throw and cause major damage. I was suddenly worried. Then just as suddenly as it had appeared, it went away. I calmed down and concentrated more on the feelings in my butt. Jevic was full stroking me with his hot cock. My own was leaking precum big time. Beads of sweat broke out on his forehead and his breathing quickened. I sensed that he was close and before I knew what happened, the damn tingling sensation returned. This time it quickly moved toward my butt all on its own. The result was a sensation that we both felt. Intense pleasure! Jevic was pounding my ass and started to grunt with each stroke. The tingling intensified and that was all I could take. With my arms wrapped around my lover, my cock let loose a volley of hot spurts all over my chest, some even hitting my face. With one final plunge, Jevic buried his cock deep in my ass. It could feel it throb as it unleashed its load. Jevic collapsed on top of me and I clung to him tightly. We were both trying to catch our breaths. The tingling quietly disappeared and our breathing slowly returned to normal.

"I love you Jevic," I whispered in his ear.

"I love you too Cameron." He rolled off of me onto his back for a moment. Then he turned on his side and propped himself up on his elbow.

"Please tell me what you did?"

"What do you mean?"

"A feeling came over me right before we came that I can't explain. It was like, like intense!"

"Oh, that was my tingling."

"Huh?" he questioned.

"You know. The tingling that I get in my head that I can throw and do damage with."

"Oh yeah."

"Well it came out of nowhere and just moved all by itself. I didn't direct it or anything. It just moved from my head to right between my balls and my ass and radiated out from there."

"Whoa! That was absolutely the most incredible sex I have ever had."

"Well, that was the first time I have ever made love like that and if it's like that every time, we're gonna be making love a lot." We both grinned and kissed. It was definitely time for a shower.

* * * * *

"We have got to figure a way to change my brother's mind. There's got to be something we can do. I can't stand it," said a worried Paulik while pacing the living room floor. Joel got up from the couch and embraced him.

They were both very handsome men. Paulik's dark curly hair and blue eyes with his slim but muscular build complimented Joel's golden auburn hair that flowed down to his shoulders in gentle waves. He was taller than Paulik, but only by an inch or two. Joel's build was thicker, not heavy, but thick and very muscular. His biceps flexed with every arm movement. It would be fare to say that he enjoyed his time in the gym.

"You brother can be quite stubborn, just like his brother," said Joel. Paulik smiled.

"You always do know the right thing to say." They kissed passionately and then moved to the couch.

"You can be stubborn at times Paulik," Joel continued.

"I know, but Kibbeth can put me to shame in the stubborn department." Paulik sighed. "There's got to be some way to convince him."

"Or some one." Paulik looked directly at Joel.

"Cameron," they both said together. Immediately the two men started discussing the possibilities. Cameron's powers were indeed growing at an alarming rate. Perhaps persuasion would be among them. They talked well into the day and finally decided that Elvin should spend some time with Cameron. Elvin is the best teacher of power use and direction. If anyone could tell if Cameron could sway Kibbeth, it would be Elvin. After contacting him to see if it would be a good time for a visit, Paulik and Joel mind traveled to Elvin's office.

"So I finally get to meet the boy I've been hearing so much about. I wondered when you would be calling me," Elvin said, leaning back in his chair and puffing on a pipe. Elvin was Paulik and Joel's age, mid forties.

"Elvin, I apologize for not having him here sooner. A lot has been going on," explained Paulik.

"How is everything now Joel?" Elvin asked.

"We're slowly returning back to normal. There's just a few more minor repairs. The biggest thing has been the funerals. There's a great sadness," explained Joel.

"I can sense it, but I also sense fear. People are afraid of another attack. Perhaps it would be good to speak to them Paulik," suggested Elvin.

"You're right, I should. And I will. Now about Cameron ..."

"Bring him by anytime. I'll make time to see him." Paulik smiled.

"Thank you Elvin. You will be impressed, not only with his powers, but with him as well. He's a bright young man."

* * * * *

I approached the door with trepidation. On the other side was the man I hoped would have all the answers ... all the answers to the changes that I was experiencing. I wanted the answers, but I was afraid of those answers at the same time. Just as I reached up to press the doorbell he told me telepathically to come in. This is going to be either very interesting or very scary.

"Hello Cameron," he said telepathically.

"Hi," I answered out loud.

"Still not comfortable using telepathy?" he asked out loud.

"Oh, I'm comfortable with it. I just prefer to speak when I'm in person. I only use telepathy when speaking with someone who's not with me." He reflected on my comment for a brief moment and then continued.

"My name is Elvin. My specialty is powers. I've worked with a lot of people your age. Developing the ability to control your powers is easy, once you know how to do it. Tell me about some of the powers you are aware of."

"Well, I can mind travel."

"That's what I've heard. You know that only a very small percentage of Watchers can mind travel? I think its only about five percent. Mind travel requires a great deal of concentration and of course the predisposition to strong powers. I'm frankly surprised that you can travel this early in your power development. That certainly is a strong sign of things to come. What other powers have you noticed?"

"I can read minds."

"Tell me what I'm thinking," he said as he quickly sat up in his chair.

"OK," I said. I concentrated on him and immediately sensed what he was thinking, but then I sensed more and blushed.

"There's no reason to be embarrassed Cameron. Just tell me what my thoughts are."

"Well, you were thinking that I'm handsome."

"Very good," said a grinning Elvin.

"That's what you wanted me to see, but under that I sensed that you found me attractive, ah, sexually." Now it was his turn to blush.

"Whoa! You punched in pretty deep to see that. I can tell that your powers are much more sophisticated that I had originally thought. What other powers have you used or felt?"

"I get this funny tingling sensation in my head. It takes the shape of a ball and I can throw it. That's what I used to get through the isolation chamber on the Talon ship."

"This is most amazing. That particular power has been written about in textbooks but hasn't manifested itself in anyone for centuries. You say it feelings like a tingling?"

"That's the only way I know how to describe it. And I can't really describe how I make it turn on. I just concentrate and my head starts to tingle," I explained.

"We'll have to spend some time on that one. Are there more powers?"

"No, not really. I hugged a human friend of mine and I saw his memories."

"His memories?" Elvin asked.

"Yeah, stuff that happened to him in the past."

"What did you concentrate on to do that?"

"I didn't. It just happened. And the tingling only comes when I'm really mad or, ah, well, stimulated." This was getting embarrassing.

"Stimulated? You mean sexually?"

"Yeah," I said as a blushed.

"I bet that was very pleasurable."

"Not only for me, but for Jevic too," I said blushing even more.

"Amazing. Tell me more." We talked into the afternoon and Elvin taught me even more. I learned how to levitate objects, even myself. That was different. We talked about how to make my powers work more on demand instead of just happening by themselves. By the end of the session, Elvin was quite pleased.

"Paulik was right when he said I would be impressed with you Cameron. You seem to be a fine young man with some extraordinary powers. Can you come back tomorrow?"

"Yes and I'm already looking forward to it."

* * * * *

Garen stood on the bridge of the Talon flagship. Now, he was in command. He tried to think what Kibbeth would do in this situation. All the damage had been repaired, but the lost lives couldn't be replaced. They had made no headway in taking over the Watcher complex. Deep within that complex was the single most important piece of technology that he needed control over. The scientists had left behind an instrument so powerful that it could literally wipe the face of the planet clean. It had only been used once to alter the weather, bringing on a century of ice. Giant cold-blooded monsters roamed the earth. Evolution had taken a wrong turn. Garen and his followers felt that evolution had once again taken a wrong turn. The Watchers disagreed with the Talon beliefs. The disagreement had escalated into this war, which had been going on for almost fifty years. As far as Garen was concerned, the humans were on a deadly course ... a course that would lead to the destruction of the planet.

"Sir," an officer said interrupting his thoughts. Garen looked up. "I think you need to come down to the engineering lab. Our engineers have come with something that I think will interest you." Garen looked up and nodded. They left the bridge and were soon walking into the engineering lab. A man dressed in a long white coat walked over to greet him.

"Commander Garen, I think I may have the answer."

"The answer to what?"

"The answer to getting into the Watcher complex." Garen became quite excited. He needed some good news.

"Show me what you have."

"I've been racking my brain about their defense grid when it suddenly hit me that we don't need to go through it. We can simply go under it."

"I don't follow you."

"The grid is designed to protect the complex from the ocean floor up. There is no grid below the ocean floor."

"They would detect the sounds of us digging a tunnel. I'm afraid that this idea just won't work."

"That's where you're wrong sir. Please excuse the harshness of my response, but I am counting on the Watchers being wrong too. I have developed a device to shield the sounds of our Quantum Turbo Lasers as they tunnel. I call it a Spatial Nullifier. It literally nulls all sound within a certain radius, thereby making anything within that radius completely silent. It will shield the sounds of our tunneling. We should be able to tunnel to directly under the Watcher complex."

"Have you tested it?"

"Only in the lab and it works perfectly. We're ready to install in on a ship. I would suggest one of the Battle Escorts. They are smaller and will require less energy to tunnel. That would leave our Colonial Cruiser and one other Battle Escort ship for the main attack."

"How soon can it be ready?"

"Give me a few more men and I can have it ready tomorrow."

"You'll have your men. Keep me constantly informed as to your progress. This could be big, really big."

"Thank you sir." Garen returned to his post on the bridge. His spirits were up. Now he had direction. He had a plan.

* * * * *

We stood before a great door. It had very intricate carvings on it. The drawings seemed to tell a story. I was trying to figure out exactly what the story was.

"That's the history of the Watchers," said Jevic. He pointed out the different scenes of the story and what had happened. I listened in amazement as he described the difficulties that his, I mean, our people had overcome. The door opened slowly and Paulik emerged.

"Cameron, the council is very anxious to meet you. They can come across as a little intimidating, but I assure you that they are a fine group of people. They have only the best interest of the Watchers at heart. This is an informal meeting, but they are a formal group. Everything that governs our daily lives is determined by the council. Are you ready?" I nodded and tightened my grip on Jevic's hand. "OK then, let's go." We walked through the door into a beautiful room. The members of the council sat at a huge table shaped like a semi-circle at the far end. We walked to the center of the room where a table and chairs waited for us.

"Welcome Cameron. Please be seated," said the man seated in the center of the head table. I nodded at him and we took our seats. "I am Bauer, chairman of the council. We would like to thank you for saving our council liaison and his son Jevic from the Talons. You have demonstrated great courage and great powers. For that, we are in your debt. We felt that you must be overwhelmed by all that is happening to you and around you, but your actions and demeanor are those of someone with a good grasp on everything. That to us is confusing and has led us to our asking you to meet with us today."

"You are right sir in your first observation. I am overwhelmed and often confused," I started, "but I have someone very special that is helping me understand." I squeezed Jevic's hand tightly under the table.

"Your relationship with Jevic has not gone unnoticed. Jevic himself has met with us before. You could not have chosen a better mentor, guide, teacher or companion. His reputation with the council is highly regarded."

"Thank you sir. I think he's special too." Bauer smiled and then continued.

"Tell us of your powers Cameron. We have heard many great things, oh, and I feel that we owe you another thank you for driving off the first Talon attack. I apologize for not having said something earlier."

"No apology necessary sir. I did not consciously direct the power I used that day. It just kinda happened on its own."

"Which brings me to my next question Cameron. Do you feel that you have a sufficient understanding and more importantly, control over your powers?"

"I did not then, but I feel I do now. I have been working with Elvin and he has taught me a great deal. The powers that I couldn't control before are now completely in control. Nothing happens on its own anymore. That's been a great relief."

"It's a great relief to us as well. Paulik, you will make sure that Elvin gives us a report?" Paulik nodded. "You see Cameron, we were afraid that if your powers were running unchecked that they may cause inadvertent harm. That would not have been good. But after speaking with you today, I think we all feel much better."

"I assure you again sir, they are completely in control."

"Thank you Cameron, and thank you for meeting with us today. I have a feeling that we will be seeing great things from you."

* * * * *

"This has been real hard for me Scott. I know that this has been even harder on you, but knowing that it was my own flesh and blood that caused it all is ..." Brandon momentarily lost his composure and dropped his head. He took a deep breath and continued with a shaky voice. "It's just tearing me up. The absolute last thing that I want to do is hurt you."

"Look Brandon, I don't hold you responsible and ..."

"Please," Brandon interrupted loudly and then softly continued. "Please, let me finish." Scott sighed and motioned for Brandon to follow him to the living room. He knew that Brandon had a lot on his chest and that somehow he felt responsible. One part of Scott wanted to lash out, but the other part knew that Brandon felt true remorse. They sat down. Brandon took a deep breath and continued. "I feel like such a schmuck. I mean, here all this time I'm talking about how much I hate fag .... I mean gay guys and the whole time, I'm having dreams about having sex with dudes. I'm a two faced lying son-of-a-bitch. And I'm sorry. I just really don't know how to deal with it all. It's real confusing."

"You don't need to apologize. It's OK. I understand. I'm sorry that you had to put up with your dad beating you. That must have been really tough."

"It was a fuckin' nightmare Scott. He would come home drunk and start yelling at me and calling me names. And he'd usually end up hitting me. He used to beat my ass so bad and I would go to bed crying. And just to make matters worse, I would end up dreaming about you ... I mean, I mean dreaming about guys."

"Brandon," Scott started slowly. "I'm getting the impression that you are, ah, how do I say this, that you are, ah ..."

"I'm in love with you Scott," blurted out Brandon. Scott took a deep breath.

"Brandon, you're my best friend. But I just buried Greg. We'd been together for two years. He was my whole world. I'm just not ready to move on yet."

"Oh Scott, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that I wanted to, ah, well, you know. And I feel like shit about everything. Oh God, I'm so fucked up!" Brandon screamed out in frustration. Scott got up and went over to Brandon. He kneeled between his legs and looked up at his best friend. Slowly, he put his arms around Brandon's waist and pulled him in close. Brandon wrapped his arms around Scott's shoulders. Scott turned his head to one side and rubbed up against Brandon's chest, pulling him in even tighter. Scott held him tight and felt Brandon gently kiss the top of his head. Scott had been so alone. His emotions had been running on pure adrenalin. But what pissed him off the most, what made him so mad at himself, what he had no control over, was that he was in need. He needed intimacy badly. He felt so guilty for feeling that way, but he couldn't help himself. He wanted sex. And he wanted it now.

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Note from the Author:

It was good to learn a little more about Scott. As I wrote this story, of course Cameron was my favorite character. But the more the story developed, the more I started to like Scott. I guess its natural for your heart to go out to someone that's dealing with so much pain. But there's a lot more to Scott than meets the eye. A lot of emails have expressed the same feelings. Well Cameron and Jevic certainly got back "together" after the whole Pelma thing. Kibbeth is very bitter, as he should be. Will there be a reconciliation between the twin brothers? Will Cameron be able to exercise some kind of power over Kibbeth? Who knows? And now Garen has a plan. He's an evil man that can cause a lot of trouble. And what's going on with Scott and Brandon?

There's lots more to come ... so stay tuned ... same Bat time ... same Bat channel ... Chapter Nine is titled "Aces." Things are beginning to come to a head and somehow all the boys are going to get back together. It won't be easy, but it will be exciting! As always, be sure to email me at and let me know what you thought of Chapter Eight. And hey, ... be careful out there ... play, but play safe!