A Mountie Always Gets His Man!: Chapter 2 – Dinner and Dating (mm bdsm celeb)
by hypnojon32
Disclaimers: QAF characters don’t belong to me. This is fanfic and just for fun. Most, if all are OOC. Set in Canada because guess what!!? I’m Canadian! <wink>
When they arrived at Debbie’s it was pretty quiet with only a few other booths occupied. Brian and Justin chose a booth as near to the back as possible.
“Hey Guys! So you’re back I see! Well, what can I getcha?”
“Hey Deb! Well, I’m starved! I think I’ll have the steak dinner…mashed potatoes….coffee…I’ll decide on dessert later. Justin, what’ll you have?”
“Fish and chips…with a salad…coffee…Hope those are enough vegetables.”
“Uhhh....OK,” said Debbie.
“Uhh...because Deb...remember earlier you told me you were concerned about Justin....getting enough vegetables...” Ok, now, in public, it even sounded stupid to Brian.
“Huh...what the fuck are you talking about Brian? Uhh...I mean, Constable Brian,” she screeched, further blowing everything.
Brian just held his forehead in one hand in embarrassment. “Never mind Deb. Never mind.”
“Oh...OK. Well, I’ll be back with your coffee in a minute.” She bustled off.
Brian took a deep breath and straightened up, a fake smile plastered on his face. Justin sat across from him, his arms crossed and a pinched, pissed off look on his face. Ohhh, crap!
“So...she never really said any of that stuff!” An accusation.
“No. Well, I’m sure if we’d been talking a little longer, she would have...Oh, look Justin! I was caught up in the role play and I came up with a few things on the fly. I guess I just got...carried away. But I did want to eat with you and the whole time I was being briefed by Stockwell, all I could think of was you. I knew I had to see you again. And that’s the truth!”
Justin softened. “All right, Brian. It’s OK. And that’s really nice to hear. But how about we ditch the role playing for now and just be ourselves. If I get to know you...I want to know the real you.”
“The real...me?” Brian asked in confusion.
“Sure...who’s the man behind the red suit...what’s your favourite color? Do you like music? Any hobbies? What’s your favourite food? You seem to like to eat.”
“I didn’t always. Before I enlisted, I was a real nut about carbs and fat and had to watch my diet constantly. Then I joined the police academy and...this happened...” He flexed his biceps impressively. “Now, I don’t worry so much. Besides, chasing criminals burns a lot of calories.”
“I’ll bet. And this is what I was talking about. This is a bit of the real you. The man behind the officer.”
“Well, I’ll try. But the man and the officer are so closely mixed up by this time, I hardly know which is which sometimes.”
“Oh. So is this why you’re still wearing your uniform even though you’re off duty?”
“Partly. But also because I like the attention I get in it. I like the power. I like the respect I get in it. People will automatically think I’m on duty and call me...”
“Good night, Constable!” called Emmy Lou Gold, Ethan Gold’s sweet and pretty, curly blond wife as she left her table and exited the Diner.
Brian smirked and quirked an eyebrow, his tongue in his cheek.
“See? And besides...on a more private note...” Brian did a quick scan. It was all clear. “I get off on it. It’s a hot uniform. And...I think you do too...don’t you Justin?”
“I...I...Yeah, I guess I do. How did you know though?”
“Your eyes have been significantly dilated for quite some time, indicating arousal, and I see you struggling to maintain steady breathing from time to time.”
“Really!!? Shit! I didn’t know it was that noticeable!” Justin tried desperately to control his breathing but then all he could think about was those sexy as sin leather gloves stroking his smooth white flesh again and then....
“Shit!” He shook himself desperately back into real life.
“Brian gave a deep, sexy chuckle. “God, you’re adorable! You were slipping into a fantasy, weren’t you?”
“It’s those damn gloves,” Justin admitted, “They’re driving me to distraction! I must be developing a sort of fixation!”
Brian chuckled again. “It’s called a fetish. And it’s perfectly OK Justin. Especially for leather. It’s very common.”
“Oh...that’s right...I guess you knew a lot of guys...who were...into that,” Justin wilted visibly again. Brian cursed himself and whatever force had made this sweet man so reticent.
Of course, that was the moment that their food chose to come. Conversation was halted while Debbie put everything down and made sure everything was OK. Then they were alone and happily they saw they were the only two in the joint. Debbie promised to give a holler at whoever came in to warn them but otherwise told them to enjoy themselves. <wink! wink!>
At last they were alone again, and Brian was able to say, “I know of a lot of guys who were into that. There was a club in Vancouver called The Pumpjack...but I rarely went there. I was more into the dance scene. Anyway Sunshine, my point is...just because you know about the leather sling doesn’t mean you have to lie in it!”
“Leather sling?”
“Well...why don’t I tell you about that another day? And let’s leave the subject of other guys in the dust... Tonight...I see only you.” And because it was just them there, Brian felt it was safe to cover Justin’s hand with his big, brown leather one and stroke his sensitive pulse point with a leather thumb. He put the saltshaker in the middle of the table between them.
“If anyone comes in, reach for the salt,” he whispered.
And because it was just them there, Justin felt it was safe to let his dick get painfully hard, his eyes roll up into his head and generally feel his entire being turn to jelly.
“Gaaaaaahhhhhhhhh......” he enunciated incoherently.
Brian smiled widely. He loved it. He kept stroking...stroking...
BJBJBJBJBJBJ
A few hours later...
Somehow they managed to eat their food. In between, they talked about where they came from, where they were going and camping and books and everything else in between. And sometimes they said nothing at all, and just touched each other, held hands, looked into each other’s eyes.
Eventually they saw that they were holding Debbie up in a significant way and apologized and said their good nights. Of course, Brian insisted on walking Justin home. It was after dark after all and the streets were dangerous.
Justin looked around in amusement. The streets of Grizzly Hills were dark and deserted and the town had pulled up its sidewalks ages ago. There was nothing to worry about.
“Well, I’m a big city boy and I see things differently. Until I get settled, I don’t know a place and as far as I’m concerned they’re dangerous. No, It’s my duty as an officer and a gentleman...I must see you home Justin.”
“Very well, Constable. Thank you.” said Justin.
And so Brian walked Justin home. They swung their arms a bit too freely and their hands touched quite frequently.
They reached Justin’s cottage. “Oh my God, Justin! What happened to your door?”
Justin was startled. “What are you talking about?”
Brian’s voice seemed to carry a little. “The lock’s broken. The door’s ajar! I’d better...nay, I must come inside and take a look around!”
“Oh you must, must you?” Justin was extremely amused at his antics.
The door was fast shut and locked.
Oh yes! And if you want to make a statement, you can come down to the station tomorrow!”
“I see. Well...I’ll keep that in mind. Thank you Constable.” Justin unlocked the door and they went in.
Brian went in, kicked the door closed with one heavy boot. Before Justin could say anything, do anything, think anything, he’d been grabbed by the forearm and pulled into the embrace of two very large arms. He was being supported yet bent back in a deep dip. And then that large and soft tongue was filling his mouth again, slowly stroking his palate and it tasted like barbeque. A gauntleted hand pulled open his blazer, pulled up his shirt, stroked his tummy, his chest, his nipples. Oh DEAR God! Any and all thought that this wasn’t a good idea and he should stop this and/or take things slower, derailed, and came to an abrupt stop. Reason and sanity itself stopped and all there was was Brian kissing him and he needed him to continue. Justin kissed back, hungrily, greedily. In truth, he was starved. He had been since he re-located to this one-horse town and he wasn’t giving up when he was finally being fed.
“Oh God! The minute I saw you, I wondered what was under this starched, white shirt! I’ve been waiting....so long!”
“Wonder no more!” Justin hastily tore at the buttons and threw open his shirt to reveal a nice set of pecs and the beginnings of a six pack. “Now there’s just one thing I want you to do!”
“Name it!” growled Brian raggedly.
“Stop using your tongue...for talking,” Justin smiled a sensual smile that went straight to Brian’s dick. He cupped one hand around the back of Brian’s head, running his fingers through his chestnut hair and pulled him back to his coral lips once again.
Brian smiled a wide, sensual smile of his own. He groaned and obeyed, continuing to french the younger man without mercy for several minutes. At the same time he ran his gloved hands up and down Justin’s torso, flicking and then pinching Justin’s nipples. His own sensations were dulled by the gloves but it was made up for by/ Justin’s moans of pleasure as the smooth and yet rough leather scraped nerve endings that Justin didn’t even know he had yet.
After a while they came up for air, breathing heavy. They looked into each other’s eyes mashed their lips together again, then again, then once more quick. Then they rested, Brian against the door and Justin against Brian’s burly bicep. They just stared into each other’s eyes and enjoyed the view and wondered what the other was thinking.
“OK, Brian…Cards on the table here. Obviously, I’m enjoying what’s happening here. A lot. I’ve been in this town since I was 19 and old enough to teach. In the three years I’ve been here, an opportunity like this has never presented itself and now it has and dammit I want to take it so bad I can taste it. But…if you are still intent on keeping to this policy of one night only….then I don’t want to. I don’t know what would become of in the future, maybe we’d last a week or a month or maybe the rest of our lives. I don’t know. I’m not asking for a proposal here. But I do know that one night won’t be enough for me. You’ll be an addiction. I won’t be able to kick you in one night. I might be able to taper off but maybe I won’t. So if you don’t feel like that, maybe you better just….”
“God, you talk a lot!” was all Brian said before mashing their mouths together again for many minutes. He reached behind them and locked the front door. Then, still kissing Justin witless, he picked him up at the knees and around the back and in this cradling position, carried him into the bedroom and tossed him down on the double bed. He closed the curtains on all the windows and then returned to Justin. He proceeded to ravish his mouth like a madman. He moved down, sucked at his neck like it contained the meaning of life and then moved lower to Justin’s chest. Justin’s breath hitched in his throat in anticipation.
BJBJBJBJBJBJBJ
A/N: SMUT ALERT!! SMUT ALERT!! Those of a delicate nature may want to skip this scene and pass on over to “the morning after.” Yeah…like that’s gonna happen!!! <snicker> YOU WERE WARNED!!
BJBJBJBJBJBJBJ
Brian’s tongue swirled over one nipple, delicately stimulating it. Justin moaned softly. His chest was his weakness and Brian had figured that out. Of course, he planned to exploit it mercilessly.
He bit it experimentally. The experiment was a great success and Justin went limp and groaned louder. He bit harder and pinched the other one with a still gauntleted hand. Justin arched and thrashed mindlessly. Oh my! This was going to be fun!
Pulling on both nips, Brian pulled until Justin sat up a little. Brian was straddling his knees. He peeled off Justin’s blazer and then his crisp white shirt, unwrapping the young man like a Christmas present. Then he pulled them chest-to-chest and kissed him desperately, witlessly, and mindlessly again, all the while chestplaying the younger man, driving him deeper and deeper into depraved groanings and growlings of animalistic ecstasy. Justin grabbed onto Brian’s shoulders, his biceps, anywhere he could onto that scarlet tunic and hung on for the foreplaying ride of his life. In response, Brian purposely flexed his muscles in a masculine, macho display that only served to drive the civilian wilder. Anyone who had seen the prim, proper, and conservative schoolteacher that morning would not have recognized the sweaty, wanton and wild horny beast set before Brian now.
Brian moved a hand lower to Justin’s belt and Justin…oh, heaven help him, Justin wanted him to but he covered his leather hand with his own and stopped him.
“Brian! Are you sure! This is your last chance to stop!”
“Yes. You’re right, Justin. This isn’t Vancouver and I’ll have to…adjust my policy. We should stick together and truth be told…I’m so glad it was you, Justin! You are such a sweet and adorable young man! You won’t be alone any longer!”
“Oh God! Oh God, Brian!” Justin scream was of pure pleasure and he creamed his pants a little. He mashed their lips together to seal the deal and then helped Brian with his belt himself. After that, they made short work of his pants and underpants and then Justin knelt there in all his naked glory.
Greedily, Brian reached down and started to stroke Justin’s hard and generously large cock. For a minute, Justin let him, glorying in the leathered sensations, his head thrown back, eyes closed with rapture.
Then he took a deep breath and stilled himself and Brian’s greedy hand. Brian looked up with confused, clouded eyes of lust.
“It’s your turn,” Justin said sexily. He took off his hat and threw it who cares where. He unbuttoned the red jacket slowly, “You’re definitely off duty Constable. I’ve seen the Mountie!” He undid the belt. “Now I want to see the man!” He ripped open the now unbuttoned tunic and unbuttoned the shirt underneath. He gasped as if he had received a priceless gift on his birthday.
Underneath the tunic and shirt was the most gorgeous hunk of beefcake Justin had ever seen. A set of deep and defined pecs, a flat, tight tummy with an 8 pack, broad shoulders leading down to biceps that could bulge like large apples. The chest was dusted with a light coating of hair leading perfectly down his tummy into a sexy treasure trail. In short, a perfect specimen.
With a feral growl, Justin manically ripped off the rest of Brian’s clothes. Matching Justin’s haste, Brian toed off his boots and ripped off his gauntlets. Justin took them and gently put them close at hand.
“Let’s just put these aside for later, shall we?” he said with a sexy wink.
“Ahhh but until then...at last, I get to feel you! Really feel you!” And Brian wasted no more words but did just that, stroking and rubbing and chestplaying all those areas he had only been able to partially feel before now.
Justin equally, jumped Brian’s bones. There were really no other words for it. Their tongues duelled and they rolled on the bed and playfought and struggled for dominance. As they did it was Justin’s turn to nip and lick and stroke his newfound musclebound Mountie toy. He felt like the luckiest blond boy in the world...no, known universe.
At last, they settled down and started in on the main event. Both their cocks had been hard and leaking for ages and they ended up in the erotic 69 position, with Brian on the top with more upper body strength and Justin on his back getting fed by Brian’s cock.
Brian moved easily up and down Justin’s cock all the way to the hilt each and every time. Justin groaned and tried to do the same but wasn’t quite able to do such a feat. But he did his best and it felt amazing. As well, instead of getting tired, Brian just kept moving faster and faster by push up power alone. Finally, Justin couldn’t concentrate hard enough on what he was doing and fell back, stroking Brian as he felt the incredible sensations and watched this incredible man do these thing to him until he finally couldn’t stand it and with a cry of pure pleasure, blew a huge load down Brian’s waiting throat. Brian swallowed every drop.
“Oh my God, Brian! That was amazing! It felt....so good and I’ve never seen anyone do that before!”
“I told you....chasing crooks has done me wonders, “Brian bragged as he rolled over on his back. His cock was still ragingly hard and throbbed twice in invitation.
Justin needed no more than that, and climbed aboard and kissed him witless. Then he moved down and licked his way...all...the...way...down and then...SLURRP!!!...engulfed his cock once again.
Brian languidly reached over and grabbed his gauntlets again. He slowly eased his hands inside them as he sat back and luxuriated in Justin’s amazing blow job. All the while Justin was keeping one eye on what he was doing, tensing in anticipation.
And then those leather fingers were everywhere, sliding up and down his body, stroking his rational thought away and stoking his fire until all he wanted to do was suck Brian forever. And then they were on his chest and his nips again. Oh damn! He was getting hard again. And then, all there was in his universe was feeling up Brian’s body and sucking his cock. And so, for a long, long time, that’s all that he did.
BJBJBJBJBJBJ
The next morning....
Justin awoke about an hour after dawn as he had trained himself to do. But as he blearily opened his eyes and felt himself slowly come to full awareness, he remembered that this was not an ordinary day.
He still felt the effects of last night. His body was heavy and boneless and he just felt…fantastic. As he came more and more aware, he realized he was spooned up against a huge chest with huge arms wrapped possessively around him. He remembered them both falling asleep on their own sides of the bed so this must have happened in their sleep.
Last night…Oh dear God! What had he done? What had he become? He had completely shed his conservative shackles and become a wanton, wild beast. If his father could have seen….
Justin shoved that thought far away and tried to move. It was hard. Brian’s grip was like iron. But he struggled gently and squirmed until he had turned to face his burly lover. Brian allowed this enough so that he could be pressed chest to chest but refused to release his hold on the smaller man. Instead, one of his hands simply slid down his back and grabbed and held his ass. He began to knead a perfect buttcheek as he slowly woke up.
Brian opened his eyes and instead of an empty bed that was his usual fare, the first thing he spied was a pair of crystal blue eyes and an adorable blond bedhead. The bedhead smiled at him cautiously.
“Good morning,” he said hesitantly.
“Morning. How are you?”
“I’m good. Definitely well rested. And your hand on my ass feels amazing.”
“Oh yeah?” The hand became busier.
“Mmmmmmm, yeah! Which is why it’s so hard for me to say this…Brian…you really have to let me go now.”
“What?! Justin, you aren’t regretting what we did last night, are you?”
“What? Fuck, NO! But I need to get up to put the percolator on. If you want coffee, that is. And….and I need to use the outhouse.”
“Ohhhhhh….OK!” Brian relaxed back in relief and reluctantly released the dynamo. Before he went, he looked worriedly into Brian’s eyes. “Brian…you don’t regret anything, do you?”
“Brian pressed a soft kiss to the insanely kissable lips and assured him, “Not a one, Sunshine. Now go on! I’ll put the coffee on!”
A sunshine smile was his reward and Justin hopped up, slipped on a robe and slippers and hurried out the back door.
Brian yawned and shuffled buck naked out into Justin’s living room/kitchen area. He was careful to keep away from any windows until they too had been curtained. He checked Justin’s water barrel, It was being fed from a pipe that ran through the wall ran outside culminating into a very wide metal funnel rain catcher.
“Enterprising little shit,” he murmured, impressed. But he made a note to fill it fully from the pump in the water before they left for work. Then he went to the stove, lit a fire in the belly and filled the percolator with water, remembering to top it off with a little extra that would escape as steam. He made the coffee. As he did the mundane stuff, he thought back on the night’s events.
They had carried on for hours. Justin had finished his languorous and then torturously slowly increasing blow job which culminated with a climax so hard, it curled his toes, arched his back and cried out Justin’s name as if he were crying out to a deity. After they had cleaned that up, Brian had grabbed Justin, handcuffed him to the headboard, and started in on him again, at first with the gloves until Brian couldn’t stand it anymore, needing flesh to flesh contact. He touched and stroked him everywhere, sucking and assplaying him in this torturous way that seemed to go on forever. Eventually of course, Justin blew with Mt. Vesuvius intensity and they at last hollered ‘nuff. By mutual consent, they decided to keep it oral for now but were not ruling out anal play for the future. They fell asleep side by side but holding onto each other with legs entwined.
Now, Justin came back in, kept an eye on the coffeepot and Brian took his turn on the outhouse, putting on his red tunic for modesty. He moved quickly and quietly, grateful for the tree cover in the back yard. The jacket stood him out like a cardinal on the snow, so he hurried and luckily nobody saw him.
When he came back in, Justin had started some eggs and Brian gathered what they’d need to get dressed for work. They worked in silence, neither one knowing really what to say. They ate in silence. Each had their own thoughts and it was quiet but not strained. They smiled and giggled from time to time as they remembered certain things they had done during the night.
Eventually they were both washed and dressed and it was time to part. Brian was back in his uniform, which was slightly rumpled but still acceptable. Justin was in a suit. They kissed deeply at the door and Brian promised he’d come by later and they’d do something after school. Justin just smiled and nodded….and hoped.
Then they checked if the coast was clear and Brian left. He hurried to the sidewalk, keeping an eye out to make sure no-one was watching and then just began striding away with purpose, as if he’d been walking down the street from wherever, from anywhere.
Justin watched him go, waited 5 minutes, and then left himself. He tried to pretend it was another quiet, ordinary day in Grizzly Hills.
But he was fooling himself. He knew life would never be ordinary again.
BJBJBJBJBJBJBJ
That first day was the most mundane, colorless, and pointless day Justin had ever had as a schoolteacher. He taught the lessons by rote, set the kids tasks that would keep him out of his hair and sort of…dozed. He did need the sleep but that’s not what was making him sleep. Suddenly…suddenly, he was so bored!
Finally 3 PM rolled around and Justin let everyone off and they were glad to go. The kids had been bored stupid too. Justin even declared amnesty to any detentionaires after obtaining solemn promises that they would be good in future. They all gave them, and dashed out before Justin could change his mind.
As he was gathering his things, he realized he could still hear the kids and that they were screaming with laughter and excitement…well, more than usual.
He went outside, the perfect picture of a prim and proper schoolmaster. And then that picture faded and blurred like his vision and it very nearly came apart at the seams. His books dropped out of his hands.
For there, waiting for school to get out was Brian, looking scarlet and perfect and gorgeous. His jacket and pants looked less rumpled, his boots had been polished and he generally had this air about him that he’d been starched and ironed. He looked amazing.
He was hunched down to the kids’ level and was giving them scotch mints. He had one for everyone. He shook their hands and mussed their hair and hugged them just like before. Just like before they loved it and he loved them.
“Look Mr. Taylor! Constable Brian’s here again!” screamed Mandy, “He brought us candy and says he says he’s gonna buy you ice cream!”
Justin was trying to pick up his books with shaking hands and dropped them all over again.
And then Brian was there, lifting him up, supporting him, and picking up his books. Justin “leaned” into Brian but didn’t have to fake the woozy feeling he got when impacted my the hunky officer.
“That’s very interesting, Mandy, but you don’t need to shout. All right, everybody off for home now.”
“Awwww, but Mr.Taylor…We wanna visit with Cons-“
“Now mind me! Anyone who’s in the area to hear me say 5 cleans the blackboards tomorrow. One….two…”
“RUN!!!!” screamed Randy and they all screamed in mock fear and ran.
“Three….four….” Justin stopped and smiled. “Works every time.”
“Have you ever needed to say five before?” asked Brian.
“Not even once. So, I believe I heard something about ice cream?”
“Yes indeed. Would you come to Deb’s with me for a sundae?”
“Well, that’d be lovely,” said Justin. Under his breath, he said, “Just play it cool,” Out loud he said, “Thanks for taking care of my books officer. Sometimes I get shaky.”
“Why no problem at all Mr. Taylor,” Brian said with a dazzling smile.
“Ok, I’m ready. Let’s go. Afternoon, Kip!” he called as they passed.
Kip waved but his smile was uncertain as they passed.
BJBJBJBJBJ
They went for ice cream, and Brian told him about his day which was equally boring and spent interviewing gold miners all day who claimed they were being threatened. Then they went home, or rather, Justin went home and Brian escorted him because the streets looked exceptionally dangerous that night. They made dinner and after it was over Brian grabbed Justin over his shoulder and carried him to bed where he made savage love to him for several hours.
This continued along the same theme for bout 2 weeks. They went for ice cream. They went for dinner. They went horseback riding. They went fishing and hiking on their off days. They explored a lot of the forest this way and one day, they even found a log cabin with a tall thin man living there as a virtual hermit. He only came into town for supplies and was supremely unhappy when he had to because of the way he had to conform.
The tall, thin man’s name was Emmett. He was charming and sweet and had a gap in his teeth. And he was overtly effeminate. Like “fabulous!!!” And so he preferred to stay in his forest cabin where he could let his flame burn bright as he put it. He lived with a large, friendly Alsatian dog who he swore could smell a stick of bacon off a plate 50 miles away. He was glad to hear he was not alone anymore and told them to visit anytime.
They did whatever they could to spend time to each other and people started to look at them a little funny. But they didn’t care. They should have, they supposed and they were careful not to be sexually overt but otherwise…they were just too happy to care.
BJBJBJBJBJ
“This meeting will come to order!”
There was a general murmur as things died down.
“This meeting of Every Villain Intent on Lawbreaking will now commence. Our leader who will remain nameless, now has the floor.”
“Welcome gentlemen!” said the man in the black top hat, black cloak, black gloves and a creepy, full, black face mask with only eyeholes cut out. “Welcome to E.V.I.L! You will know me only as Mr. X! I have gathered you all here, business owners, thugs, petty criminals and general bad guys who have managed to put on a good face in public, for one express purpose. To stop and destroy RCMP Constable Brian Kinney, by any means necessary!!”
There was general hand rubbing and evil laughter and agreement all round.
Deep within the forest was a log cabin long forgotten. It was dingy and cobwebbed but otherwise it served EVIL’s purpose nicely. There was a large table around which evil men, some masked, some not, a large majority of them musclebound and thuggish were gathered.
“What I don’t understand, is why he’s here in the first place!” complained someone. The plan was going along so well until he showed up!”
“Well, as I heard it, the mayor had to call someone in or else the townspeople would have started to notice. They would have started to protest. Reporters would have come snooping. And then the….well something had to be done. But he’s getting to close. So it’s up to us to stop him!” said Mr. X.
The floor was opened to suggestions. There were many stupid suggestions as blatant murder or breaking his legs that would do nothing but draw more cops and/or make him more determined. Then, finally something…
“What about a hostage? Does he have a girlfriend?”
“No girlfriend. But he has been seen with the schoolteacher quite a little bit. Kinda weird actually, especially when they ride the same horse.”
“Whatever!!” screamed Mr. X, who started to sound like he had high blood pressure, “We can look into that later. The schoolteacher huh? Hmmmmm…OK, boys! Here’s what I want you to do!”
Mr. X lined out his evil intent and as he did someone giggled insanely. Then another joined in and soon the cabin was filled with insane laughter. BWA!!! HA!! HA!!! HA!!! HA!!! HAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!
It was all so perfect.
BJBJBJBJBJ
Justin walked his way to school like normal. The only thing out of the ordinary was that Ethan wasn’t there to say hi and Kip wasn’t sweeping the outside of the bar. The rest of the town was quiet as it was still too early for the shops to be open yet.
Justin unlocked the schoolhouse and went in. He went over to the stove like always to light the fire and chase away the close and musty air that was left over from being empty all night.
He was just bending over, shoving in a log, when the hairs on the back of his neck started to prickle. He stopped. He turned quickly and gasped in surprise and terror.
Two men, dressed all in black, masked and muscular had been standing behind the door as he came in. Now, they were shutting it, revealing themselves.
“Who the hell are you? What do you want here!?” yelled Justin bravely.
“You. Just you,” said one of the thugs.
“That’s one thing you shall never have.” Justin bolted. But it was too late.
They just laughed, blocked all the exits and chased him down. They grabbed him but there was a scuffle as they fought and Justin kicked over a few desks in the struggle.
“HEEELLLLP! HELLL—MMMMMPHHHH!!!!” yelled Justin until he was handgagged by a burly thug.
And then there was a rag, and a sickly sweetness and it was over. There was nothing he could do. All the strength went out of his body and he slumped over limply and then everything went black.