Brothers In Arms
Jeb_Radec
Join Date: 2002-08-09 Member: 1128Members
Join Date: 2002-08-09 Member: 1128Members
<div class="IPBDescription">First 3 complete chapters</div> This is my first attempt at a story that has really gotten off the ground. It cronicles two men from their pre-TSA days through recruit training and into the service jsut before the discovery of the "new threat".
The underlying point is showing how the battle destroys these men. If these first few chapters are recieved well i will continue to refine and create the next few chapters. So with out further adu...
<b>1</b>
I wouldn’t say I’m paranoid, Avery was paranoid. I think that’s what got Avery too, the never knowing. I’m just cautious, and a liberal amount of curiosity about your surroundings is healthy, and here it’s pure necessity if you plan on leaving this place. No one ever told Avery that, Avery’s paranoia was that of his own fabrication. But then again who ever said a little caution could kill you? Avery sure didn’t… and Avery is never leaving… so I’ll keep my caution about me, even if it does bend the opinion against me.
Through out our time here I’v contemplated what it means to be free, what is freedom? The ability to make your own decisions? Well I could make my own decisions here, I can decide when to eat; As long as it was after they had served me my food. I can decide when it is I wanted to sleep, as long as it was before they had drugged me. So I felt pretty free here, I had my system worked out and I kept my wits about me and for all intents and purposes I was free and happy. I was happy because I was free though, and it seem that I was only free because I was happy, I say this because Avery wasn’t happy and when I asked him if he was free he stared at me a certain way. He once told me that he stared at his enemies in battle that way so they knew what he was about to do to them and in that last second of their lives he was their god, they left this world fearing him as not their maker but their destroyer. I never asked him again for it made me unhappy, and when I was unhappy I was no longer free.
Although I would like to tell you that this is where it started I could not, because that would be a lie, and with all the hate for liars I don’t need to join another list of people who have wronged the world in some way. You see now I am no longer free, and its because Avery didn’t make it out of there. Physical that dark shape resembles Avery, but Avery Crat DID NOT make it out. I suppose I had been fooling my self into thinking that I was free since it made me happy, and it worked for a time. But I haven’t been free for a long time, I escaped but my freedom did not. It didn’t simply die, it was massacred with the rest of them as I watched through a vent grate. We told our selves we could do nothing now and if we bided our time we could still escape, but hope has a way of making the inevitable look as only a possibility amid a myriad of options and all you need do is not pick that one and you would be fine. Reality it seems has a way of returning you to its charge at just the wrong moments in time.
<b>2</b>
Like Avery I had been on the TSA waiting list ever since their recruiter had visited my work. It was a **** job but it paid the rent and I met interesting people. Avery wasn’t so lucky; his job didn’t pay the rent so he had to get another. And when your to job titles are as conflicting as “Day Care Authoritarian” and “Strip Club Make-up Artist” your bound to have a problem. Avery liked the kids and didn’t mind they paid him less then the janitor because it was the only place people treated him like a real person. The women at the Kiddy Twister didn’t even want him to touch them and he had to continually remind them it was his job. This would shake them enough from their high to remember but they still wouldn’t let him touch them. So he would sit and watch as they did their own make-up.
Now these aren’t your normal stripper who does it for the love of art or for their kid brother who needs money to eat, these girls did it for the drugs. They’d rob the guys blind as they did lap dances, then they’d go get hopped up on what ever the bum around the corner was selling. They’d lace it with any thing to enhance the high, it nearly killed them every time but the way they saw it that would be fine too. This masochistic behavior didn’t stop where they were concerned they were real pieces of work. They were sadistic, and once they found out what Avery’s second job was they just had to ruin it. They hated Avery almost as much as I did, but not for the same reasons. Once the Janitor at the day care center found the drugs they had planted on him that job was as good as done. It really hurt him because he really did love those kids. When he went back to give those girls hell the bouncer wouldn’t let him in, apparently they had reported his drug use to the manager who would “Not tolerate such a moral atrocity at his little club”.
When I found Avery later that night I guess he had decided to try and at least sell the substance that had ruined his pitiful little world. It turns out that they had only used powdered soap though; and once the hag of a women he was trying to sell it to discovered this fact it was a short time before her abnormally large boyfriend found Avery and decided he would look better with some minor alterations. These would include a nose that had been virtually destroyed, ribs that were now serving masochistic purpose to a owner who was far from the fact, and two legs that for the moment were all but useless due to knee caps being obliterated. Ya Avery was in a bad way when I found and since neither of us owned cars he was doing even worse by the time I dragged him to the hospital.
He was laid up for several weeks and I’d come to visit him late after work. Same ritual every night, I’d throw out the trash I had accumulated through out the day in my pockets. Brochures, broken pens and pencils, and as I was doing it one night he stopped me, still having trouble talking with his nose the way it was. I had to learn really close and try to put my ear near his mouth, but its hard to judge distance with the place where your nose is suppose to be is a space three times larger then it should be. He screeched in pain which only made it hurt worse as I recoiled my head I was pretty sure I was now deaf in my right ear. He put one hand on his nose and the other around the base of my skull and pulled me close but not to close so I could hear him with hurting him this time. “Whats that you just pulled out?” he asked in a nasal voice. I looked around, I had dropped everything in my hands when he has screamed. Seeing what he was talking about I picked up the TSA broacher and held it up to him, “You mean this?”
“Of course I mean that, how long has it been, they never called us.” He whined.
“Er… I think about two years, why you actually think you would want to join again?” I inquired sarcastically.
“I never stopped thinking about it, while you seem to be happy handling other peoples crap for hours on end I want to do something more with my life.” He retorted.
“That’s cold.” I said bluntly
“Cold but true...” He seemed to space out for a moment, and I knew he was right.
“Lets call them!” Avery blurted out.
“Call who?” I said after being torn from the silence.
“Call them the TSA man lets see if their accepting people now and just lost our application.” He said with renewed exuberance.
And although I didn’t know it and my freedom wouldn’t die for many months right there in that room it was caged, it was to be taken along an insane rollercoaster for which there was no escape. I suppose this all began because I befriended Avery so long ago, but that’s not my fault is it? There was no knowing how a bizarre chain of event could all be linked to one simple “hello”, was there? If I had been paranoid I might not have befriended a total stranger, but like I said. I’m not paranoid, I’m liberally cautious.
<b>3</b>
Some one once described the human race to me as a race forsaken by their gods, torn by temptation, and disillusioned by their own creations. At the time I took it for useless rhetoric. But now I see, there are two plains of people, one who lives what society deems a normal life, and the ones who have seen and dealt with the mortality of man. Whether through battle or extraordinary circumstances once one has seen what in a primal sense is more important then all the cars, business, and drama could ever amount to societal trifles become meaningless. Through out their life most people struggle to overcome problems created by society, money for example, this is not concern to animals. In the wild food is purchased with blood not paper, and that must have been what drove “them”. Once a person has seen… them… the importance of these societal obstacles fall away. Then and only then can they truly understand this statement. And for me I now wish to revert to my former ignorance of it.
The TSA recruiter was rather brash on the phone, it seemed he had better things to do than his job. After much persistence I discovered their recruitment impediment had been lifted temporarily and they had 300 slots to fill, since Avery and I had already filled out the forms we could make an appointment to discuss our future with the TSA as soon as Avery was able to. Only problem was Avery had no job and the surgery on his knees and nose were NOT cheap. He had told the hospital he had a credit line that would suffice but this of course was a lie. And he had not yet figured out a way to secure the means they required for his release. So I came back every night and discussed with him how we were going to get the cash he owed them. It was during one of these sessions I got a call from the recruiter telling us he only have 24 stops left and they were filling up fast, if we wanted to get in we had to come “TONIGHT”.
Without the money the hospital was requiring it left us with only one option. And for not the first and certainly not the last time in my relationship with Avery I was running from something that was looking for blood or money, and sometimes both. This time I was running for both of us, with Avery slung over my back I ran like my **** was on fire, with nurses and doctors in chase not sure if I was stealing their patience or stiffing them they pursued vigorously for the good part of 6 miles before the last one of them gave up the chase. I’d always been in rather good physical shape even with out much maintenance. We made it to the TSA office just in time, if the TSA officer had given two shits about his job he would have realized Avery wasn’t in any decent physical condition but apparently this wasn’t his problem.
<b>4</b>
Recruit training was a lot harder for Avery then it was for me. He found following orders to be a necessity only for those who made it one, and he wasn’t about to be one of those people.
Any comments, writing style, plot, anything at all are welcome, hope you liked it!
The underlying point is showing how the battle destroys these men. If these first few chapters are recieved well i will continue to refine and create the next few chapters. So with out further adu...
<b>1</b>
I wouldn’t say I’m paranoid, Avery was paranoid. I think that’s what got Avery too, the never knowing. I’m just cautious, and a liberal amount of curiosity about your surroundings is healthy, and here it’s pure necessity if you plan on leaving this place. No one ever told Avery that, Avery’s paranoia was that of his own fabrication. But then again who ever said a little caution could kill you? Avery sure didn’t… and Avery is never leaving… so I’ll keep my caution about me, even if it does bend the opinion against me.
Through out our time here I’v contemplated what it means to be free, what is freedom? The ability to make your own decisions? Well I could make my own decisions here, I can decide when to eat; As long as it was after they had served me my food. I can decide when it is I wanted to sleep, as long as it was before they had drugged me. So I felt pretty free here, I had my system worked out and I kept my wits about me and for all intents and purposes I was free and happy. I was happy because I was free though, and it seem that I was only free because I was happy, I say this because Avery wasn’t happy and when I asked him if he was free he stared at me a certain way. He once told me that he stared at his enemies in battle that way so they knew what he was about to do to them and in that last second of their lives he was their god, they left this world fearing him as not their maker but their destroyer. I never asked him again for it made me unhappy, and when I was unhappy I was no longer free.
Although I would like to tell you that this is where it started I could not, because that would be a lie, and with all the hate for liars I don’t need to join another list of people who have wronged the world in some way. You see now I am no longer free, and its because Avery didn’t make it out of there. Physical that dark shape resembles Avery, but Avery Crat DID NOT make it out. I suppose I had been fooling my self into thinking that I was free since it made me happy, and it worked for a time. But I haven’t been free for a long time, I escaped but my freedom did not. It didn’t simply die, it was massacred with the rest of them as I watched through a vent grate. We told our selves we could do nothing now and if we bided our time we could still escape, but hope has a way of making the inevitable look as only a possibility amid a myriad of options and all you need do is not pick that one and you would be fine. Reality it seems has a way of returning you to its charge at just the wrong moments in time.
<b>2</b>
Like Avery I had been on the TSA waiting list ever since their recruiter had visited my work. It was a **** job but it paid the rent and I met interesting people. Avery wasn’t so lucky; his job didn’t pay the rent so he had to get another. And when your to job titles are as conflicting as “Day Care Authoritarian” and “Strip Club Make-up Artist” your bound to have a problem. Avery liked the kids and didn’t mind they paid him less then the janitor because it was the only place people treated him like a real person. The women at the Kiddy Twister didn’t even want him to touch them and he had to continually remind them it was his job. This would shake them enough from their high to remember but they still wouldn’t let him touch them. So he would sit and watch as they did their own make-up.
Now these aren’t your normal stripper who does it for the love of art or for their kid brother who needs money to eat, these girls did it for the drugs. They’d rob the guys blind as they did lap dances, then they’d go get hopped up on what ever the bum around the corner was selling. They’d lace it with any thing to enhance the high, it nearly killed them every time but the way they saw it that would be fine too. This masochistic behavior didn’t stop where they were concerned they were real pieces of work. They were sadistic, and once they found out what Avery’s second job was they just had to ruin it. They hated Avery almost as much as I did, but not for the same reasons. Once the Janitor at the day care center found the drugs they had planted on him that job was as good as done. It really hurt him because he really did love those kids. When he went back to give those girls hell the bouncer wouldn’t let him in, apparently they had reported his drug use to the manager who would “Not tolerate such a moral atrocity at his little club”.
When I found Avery later that night I guess he had decided to try and at least sell the substance that had ruined his pitiful little world. It turns out that they had only used powdered soap though; and once the hag of a women he was trying to sell it to discovered this fact it was a short time before her abnormally large boyfriend found Avery and decided he would look better with some minor alterations. These would include a nose that had been virtually destroyed, ribs that were now serving masochistic purpose to a owner who was far from the fact, and two legs that for the moment were all but useless due to knee caps being obliterated. Ya Avery was in a bad way when I found and since neither of us owned cars he was doing even worse by the time I dragged him to the hospital.
He was laid up for several weeks and I’d come to visit him late after work. Same ritual every night, I’d throw out the trash I had accumulated through out the day in my pockets. Brochures, broken pens and pencils, and as I was doing it one night he stopped me, still having trouble talking with his nose the way it was. I had to learn really close and try to put my ear near his mouth, but its hard to judge distance with the place where your nose is suppose to be is a space three times larger then it should be. He screeched in pain which only made it hurt worse as I recoiled my head I was pretty sure I was now deaf in my right ear. He put one hand on his nose and the other around the base of my skull and pulled me close but not to close so I could hear him with hurting him this time. “Whats that you just pulled out?” he asked in a nasal voice. I looked around, I had dropped everything in my hands when he has screamed. Seeing what he was talking about I picked up the TSA broacher and held it up to him, “You mean this?”
“Of course I mean that, how long has it been, they never called us.” He whined.
“Er… I think about two years, why you actually think you would want to join again?” I inquired sarcastically.
“I never stopped thinking about it, while you seem to be happy handling other peoples crap for hours on end I want to do something more with my life.” He retorted.
“That’s cold.” I said bluntly
“Cold but true...” He seemed to space out for a moment, and I knew he was right.
“Lets call them!” Avery blurted out.
“Call who?” I said after being torn from the silence.
“Call them the TSA man lets see if their accepting people now and just lost our application.” He said with renewed exuberance.
And although I didn’t know it and my freedom wouldn’t die for many months right there in that room it was caged, it was to be taken along an insane rollercoaster for which there was no escape. I suppose this all began because I befriended Avery so long ago, but that’s not my fault is it? There was no knowing how a bizarre chain of event could all be linked to one simple “hello”, was there? If I had been paranoid I might not have befriended a total stranger, but like I said. I’m not paranoid, I’m liberally cautious.
<b>3</b>
Some one once described the human race to me as a race forsaken by their gods, torn by temptation, and disillusioned by their own creations. At the time I took it for useless rhetoric. But now I see, there are two plains of people, one who lives what society deems a normal life, and the ones who have seen and dealt with the mortality of man. Whether through battle or extraordinary circumstances once one has seen what in a primal sense is more important then all the cars, business, and drama could ever amount to societal trifles become meaningless. Through out their life most people struggle to overcome problems created by society, money for example, this is not concern to animals. In the wild food is purchased with blood not paper, and that must have been what drove “them”. Once a person has seen… them… the importance of these societal obstacles fall away. Then and only then can they truly understand this statement. And for me I now wish to revert to my former ignorance of it.
The TSA recruiter was rather brash on the phone, it seemed he had better things to do than his job. After much persistence I discovered their recruitment impediment had been lifted temporarily and they had 300 slots to fill, since Avery and I had already filled out the forms we could make an appointment to discuss our future with the TSA as soon as Avery was able to. Only problem was Avery had no job and the surgery on his knees and nose were NOT cheap. He had told the hospital he had a credit line that would suffice but this of course was a lie. And he had not yet figured out a way to secure the means they required for his release. So I came back every night and discussed with him how we were going to get the cash he owed them. It was during one of these sessions I got a call from the recruiter telling us he only have 24 stops left and they were filling up fast, if we wanted to get in we had to come “TONIGHT”.
Without the money the hospital was requiring it left us with only one option. And for not the first and certainly not the last time in my relationship with Avery I was running from something that was looking for blood or money, and sometimes both. This time I was running for both of us, with Avery slung over my back I ran like my **** was on fire, with nurses and doctors in chase not sure if I was stealing their patience or stiffing them they pursued vigorously for the good part of 6 miles before the last one of them gave up the chase. I’d always been in rather good physical shape even with out much maintenance. We made it to the TSA office just in time, if the TSA officer had given two shits about his job he would have realized Avery wasn’t in any decent physical condition but apparently this wasn’t his problem.
<b>4</b>
Recruit training was a lot harder for Avery then it was for me. He found following orders to be a necessity only for those who made it one, and he wasn’t about to be one of those people.
Any comments, writing style, plot, anything at all are welcome, hope you liked it!
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