Rumors of War

by Cynus 

War on Earth

Chapter 10

        The rest of the school day found us silently contemplating Verina’s words. I knew that Marc was troubled by the revelation of the proposed alliance, and I couldn’t wait until we could get home for me to comfort him. My last period was spent planning exactly what I would do to take his mind off of the situation. By the time the bell rang I had a shopping list of scented oils and candles that I could use to give him the best massage of his life, and I knew the store to get them was just five minutes from the house. It was going to work out great.

        As we left our last class, we headed to my locker as usual to put my books away. From there our normal pattern was to visit Marc’s locker and then head off home. My bladder had other ideas than our normal routine, and to save time I sent Marc ahead to his locker while I went to restroom.  He nodded in agreement and said he would meet me in front of the school, and we parted ways.

        It might have helped if I had been listening, but unlike Keith I couldn’t stand to have my telepathy active all the time. Besides, I didn’t care much for most teenage gossip, and from the few times I had listened in on the general student body, that was what was going through most of their heads. But if I had been listening, I might have sensed the intent of the four guys following me to the restroom.

        Instead I was oblivious. I pulled open the door and stepped inside the blue tiled room, then walked casually to the urinal. The door to the restroom opened again, but I paid it no heed. As I began to relieve myself, another student came and stood at the urinal next to me. I briefly glanced over at this unusual behavior in a high school restroom. There were six other urinals than the one I was using, and they were all unoccupied. Normally it was against culture to take a urinal next to another guy.

        He was bigger than me, both in height and build. His hair was cut very short, and he was looking right at me with hard eyes. As soon as I glanced his way he opened his mouth and barked, “Hey, what you looking over here for, faggot!”

        “I think he likes what he sees Karl,” said a voice from my other side, I didn’t have to see him to know that he was just as big and menacing as the first one. “I think we need to teach the kid a lesson. We need to teach him where to look and when.”

        I was grabbed suddenly from behind by a third person, and pulled away from the urinal. I hadn’t finished peeing yet, and the last bit of my stream flew out and hit the tiled floor to the sound of laughter from the two who had been standing by me. When he finished laughing, Karl spoke up again, “Ah look, now you’re making a mess, faggot. I bet you like that sort of thing don’t you? You and your boyfriend think you can make out in the lunch room and not get beat for it? Well it’s time you learned what it’s like at this school for people like you.”

        He stepped toward me and unzipped his pants, then fished his meat out of the hole. He held it in his hand as he looked me in the eye. At that point I was too scared to act, and I tried to calm myself down enough to think of a way out of what was going to happen next. When I finally calmed myself enough to think rationally, I realized that I could attempt to use my power to escape, but I knew that with my skill level I wouldn’t be able to handle all three of them. I would barely be able to handle one at my current level. Plus, using my telekinesis in any capacity was going to reveal me for what I was, and I didn’t want to explain myself. I decided I was going to have to take it, or at least try to talk my way out of it, and just hope that someone would come soon and break up what was going on.

        “Hold him down,” Karl ordered to the guy holding me. The other one also moved into position to push me down, and I was soon kneeling in front of Karl, his penis less than a foot away from my face.

        “Hey man, if you wanted me to blow you, you could’ve just asked. I have a boyfriend though, so I think I’m going to have to pass,” I said with a forced grin. I decided to be as cocky as I could, in an attempt to throw him off his game. I knew from past experience that showing fear to a bully was the surest way to keep him after you. Though I certainly was scared, I knew I had to be as brave as possible.

        “Shut up faggot, that’s not what’s going to happen. I know you’d love to have this in your mouth, but no cocksucker is going to get anything but pain from me,” He replied as he waved his dick at me. “I’m going to make sure you never forget what happens if you wave your faggot flag at this school.”

        “Oh, so what I’m never supposed to forget is that I got cornered in the bathroom by three guys who were bigger and stronger than me? Or, that you held me down so you could show me your dicks? Or, am I supposed to remember that they left me unzipped so they could stare at my gorgeous manliness while they beat me?” I replied with a snarl. My snarl ended abruptly in pain as the right side of my head was smacked hard enough to make my ear ring. That pain wasn’t even close to the pain I felt next as Karl aimed his foot at my groin and stomped down. I had trouble seeing through the tears that came unbidden to my eyes.

        “That’s what I think about your so called manliness. Get some real balls, faggot. It’s time to give you that lesson. Hold his mouth open, boys.” As his urine started flying at my face, I did the best I could to keep it from getting in my mouth, and most of the time I succeeded, but over the next few seconds I got far more than I wanted to. Sputtering, and with tears still streaming down my face, I looked into Karl’s eyes with murderous intent. I no longer had any fear, just anger. When I had a chance, I was determined to get even.

        Karl shook his meat and then put it back in his pants, giving me a long, satisfied look before zipping up. Without any warning, his fist was flying at my face, and blood from my nose mixed with the tears and urine. He sneered down at me as I squinted in pain. “Listen, faggot, if you tell anyone about this, we’re going to do a lot worse to you next time.”

        Shouting from outside the bathroom caused Karl and his cronies to look toward the door, and I almost laughed as I heard Marc’s voice. He was shouting at whoever they had guarding the door. I knew that there would be no saving these three. I smiled as best as I could as I looked up at my abuser and said, “Looks like I won’t have to tell anyone. They’ll already know how much of a coward you are.”

        He snarled and kicked me hard in the ribs. I reflexively tried to double over in pain, but they held me upright, which earned me another sharp kick, and then I was released to slump to the floor. What happened next was difficult for me to see through the pain, but I could hear the commotion well enough for me to discern what was going on.

        The door flew open, and I heard a crash as at least one body was slammed to the tiled floor. Footsteps abounded on the smooth, hard surface as a brief melee ensued. I knew that Marc would struggle with this one, but I also knew that he would win. Three thugs on a martial artist as skilled as my boyfriend would end in my boyfriend’s favor. In short order I heard two more bodies hit the floor, and then I was being picked up.

        It was rougher than I had expected, and then I felt sharp steel against my neck. Marc hadn’t been the one to pick me up, it had been Karl. He held a knife to my throat, and my thoughts trailed back to the day in the alley. I slowly gathered myself for an attempt at a more subtle version of what I had done to the angel then. I would only get one shot, and it had to be perfect.

        “Stay back or your faggot boyfriend gets it,” Karl ordered with obvious fear in his voice. He had witnessed what Marc had done to his friends, so I couldn’t blame him for his fear. He was slowly dragging me toward the door, and was keeping me between Marc and himself.

        We were crossing in front of the urinals when Marc replied, and Karl stopped moving. “Let him go, and I promise that I won’t kill you.”

        “Like I’d take that chance. Look what you did to my friends you freak! We were just having a bit of harmless fun,” Karl replied with a sneer. He was getting cocky, and I knew that my chances of getting away with using my powers were getting better. He still clutched the knife firmly though, and I knew I still had to wait.

        “Harmless fun? I doubt that Damien thinks so. Judging by his face you had quite a bit of what you consider fun, but it was definitely not harmless. You think I can just let you walk away from that?” Marc replied in a dead tone. He was more serious than I had ever heard him before.

        A new voice joined the conversation, and I saw that it belonged to a scrawny boy who looked to be a freshman. He spoke in a tone that was surprisingly calm for the situation and his small frame. “We’ve got to guarantee his safety, or he’ll never let him go. I know how bullies work.”

        I could tell that Karl wasn’t convinced, but his grip relaxed slightly, and I knew I had to take my chance to act. I pushed on his hand with my telekinesis, and to my delight and his surprise, the knife fell to the floor. I used what physical energy I had to push him away from me, but in so doing I tripped over his feet.

With a sickening crack my head collided with the urinal, and the last thing I heard before descending into blackness was Karl’s body hitting the floor beside me.

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