Back from hell - The Beginning
Back from hell
I don't own AATC and all that hoop la
Thanks for being so understanding and not killing me so far
Warning this will get graphical and will contain Boy on Boy and some Man on boy action and some non-consensual action
A little OOC so don't hate me
Chapter 2- The beginning
The last thing I remember was saying yes to save my country and the world. Next thing I know I'm in a room with a group of boys, two men stood up. One of the men began to speak
"Boys, I'm Mr Travers" he began, "this is Mr. Jones. He's here to talk to you and then give you a test."
All of us groaned. Just what we wanted; another test. If there was something we could all agree on, it was that we didn't want more school.
"It won't be that bad, boys," he said to our complaints. He stepped aside to allow this Mr. Jones to step forward to talk to us.
"Good morning. This won't take a lot of your time. I remember when I was your age I wanted summer vacation to last forever. But, since it doesn't I'll be quick.
"The test I'm going to give you will test your intelligence and aptitude for learning. It will also test your personality. We're looking for some special boys to work for us."
"Work for you? How?" It was one of the older boys; Greg, I think.
"Well, first, there will be training, and then the job. I can't go into everything because it's top secret and only a few people will know about it. But, it will be different than anything else you've ever done. But, we have to see if you're able to do it at all.
"If you have what we're looking for, then we'll talk some more."
With that being said, he handed out the tests to all of us. I don't remember too much about the test, but I do remember the first question.
"If your best friend was beaten up by bullies, what would you do?" The choices were,
A. Tell someone what happened.
B. Get revenge yourself.
C. Just comfort your friend.
D. None of the above.
I remember marking "B" with a smile. After that first one, I paid attention to the rest of them. The first ten questions were like that, asking what I would do in certain situations or problems. The next ten asked about how I felt about our country. The third ten questions were questions about other countries. This was unlike any other test I'd taken. I read them and answered them as honestly and as best as I could.
I put my name on it at the top and handed it in to Mr. Jones. I was one of the last ones finished. Usually, I'm the first one done because I didn't care about the answers. I left the room, thinking I'd probably sucked at it, as usual, as well. From the testing room, I went to the common area to play some games or something with one of the others. About an hour or so later, Mr. Travers walked in.
"Alvin Seville?" he asked the room. I turned towards him "Please follow me"
He motioned for me to follow him and I did. I was wondering if I'd done something wrong or if it was about the test. I got my answer as we walked back into the room with Mr. Jones in it. Mr. Travers indicated for me to sit into a chair, and I did. From there, he left me alone with the stranger.
"Well," he began, "I'd like to talk to you about your test results, Alvin."
"I did well on it?"
"You did well enough for me to talk to you. The others didn't seem like it was all that important. Why did you?"
"I dunno," I said, shrugging, "I just kind of liked the questions."
"I see." He sat there on the table in front of me, sort of sizing me up, I guess. After a few minutes or so, I began to get a little apprehensive under his scrutiny. Finally, he spoke.
"If I tell you what we have in mind, do you think you can keep it to yourself no matter what?" He asked and I nodded. "Even if you don't want to do this, I will expect you to not say a word; ever."
"Why?" He now had my undivided attention. No one had ever confided with me about anything.
"Because there are lives at stake, Alvin."
I was a little stunned at that one. How could lives be in danger if I say something to someone about a test I took? At any rate, I nodded that I would keep it quiet.
"Good. Now, what I am offering to you is a job, but it's a dangerous one. One that can get you killed or worse."
"Worse than dying?" I thought death would be the absolute worse thing that could happen to someone. So what could be worse than that? "What's worse than dying?"
"Dying badly."
"Huh?"
"Someone making your death a long, painful one. There are people in this world, Seth, that live only to hurt people. Some people want to kill, while others just want to hurt something. If you do this, you'll probably meet both.
"Don't worry about too much of that, because we can train you to deal with whatever comes your way." I was looking very sceptical at him; I guess that was why he threw that in.
"What's in it for me?"
"I was wondering if or when you were going to ask that," he said, apparently impressed. "If you do this, you'll be trained to handle anything that this world can throw at you and handle it on your own.
"As far as what we're offering you, well, it'll be a lot of money; half a million dollars, to be exact."
My eyes bugged out of their sockets. I knew how much that was, and I knew it was a lot of money. I took a deep breath to remember some questions I had.
"How long would I have to do this?"
"The training is long, and I'll only tell you how long when the time's right. As far as the mission itself; probably in the neighbourhood of about four to five years. Only for as long as you're useful."
"Just exactly what AM I going to be doing?"
"That's another question that I can't answer right now, but I will tell you when the time's right. All I can tell you beyond this is this; you'll be making a difference in people's lives."
I sat there thinking about what he'd just said. Some of it scared me, but some of it I liked; mainly that I'd be doing something with my life.
"It's your choice, Alvin. You can either make a difference or Go back and live a boring life."
What he said made sense, but was it enough? I had to bring something back down to my level of thinking.
"It's dangerous?"
"Very."
I nodded in return. What was I going to do? I certainly hated the orphanage, but doing something that could get me killed or badly hurt was not something I looked forward to doing.
"Can I think about it?"
"I want your answer by tomorrow morning," he said, nodding. He handed me a card with a phone number and room number on the back.
I turned and left the room. One of the younger ones asked me what it was all about, and I told him it was nothing important. That night, I lay in my bed, thinking about what Mr. Jones, if that was his name, told me. I also thought about Dave and my brothers.
"I guess it wouldn't be too bad," I told myself as I fell asleep.
I woke up and called the number on the card. Jones answered it and after I told him I was interested, he said that he would be picking me up in half an hour.
"I'll be ready," I said after taking a deep breath to reassure myself.
He arrived and I had a bag of clothes with me. I was packed up ready to go. He gave me a strange look when he saw the bag, but didn't say anything about it. Jones shook hands with Mr. Travers and we were gone. Leaving my family behind.
"Where are we going?" I asked, once we were on the flight.
"I have to make a stop in Dallas to pick up one more kid your age. From there, we head to Virginia."
"And then what?"
"Training, Alvin, plenty of training."
I took that to mean the discussion was over. I sat in the seat naturally curious about what was going to happen to me once we got to our destination, but didn't ask any more questions. The flight took about three hours or so and we landed in Dallas close to noon.
Jones led me through the airport to the next terminal where a man with another kid was waiting. The kid was about my size, just about an inch [2½ cm] taller than me, slim, with sort of dark blond hair, but with the greenest eyes ever. I wasn't one to like other guys, but his eyes sort of attracted me to him. Jones nodded to the man and he left.
"Alvin, this is Alex Branson," Jones said, and introduced him to me as well. We just simply nodded to each other.
We had about an hour before our next flight took off, so after we got something to eat, we just sat in the terminal to wait. Finally, we were called on and we left the DFW airport for Virginia. Alex and I didn't say much to each other along the way. He seemed to just want to stare out the window. I picked up a book and read the whole way.
When we landed, it was raining. What I didn't know, was that it rained a lot in this area of the country. A government car was there waiting for us and as Jones got in the front seat, Alex and I climbed into the back seat for the ride. A quiet hour's ride later, we pulled up to a small building where we were unloaded and led inside. Jones said that our bags would be brought to us later.
Alex and I walked in and I took in our surroundings. It was just a small, one room place with a bathroom at the far end and some beds along the wall. Nothing really remarkable about it. There were ten other boys there in the room, milling about, playing games, and watching television. They didn't pay us any mind when we first entered. Jones cleared his throat to get their attention.
"Boys!"
All of them stopped what they were doing and turned toward us. I was praying that he wouldn't introduce us to them; I always hated being the centre of attention. Thankfully, he didn't.
"I need you boys to get into a single file behind Alvin and Alex, and then all of you follow me out," he told them.
We stood there as the others filed towards us. They seemed like typical kids around my age, but one stood out like a sore thumb. This kid was big; bigger than the rest of us. I wondered how old this one was, and if he'd repeated any school grades. He didn't seem all that intelligent, but he was here. All the others were different in some ways; there was a black kid, and an Oriental one, but the rest of us were white. Most of us were slim, excluding the bigger kid, and one other one that was just plain fat.
Jones turned and led us out a door to the right and onto one of those buses for the Special Ed kids, but this one had its windows blackened over. Alex led the way and, since we sort of knew each other, we shared a seat. As there were only a total of six seats, everyone had to share one. The fat kid sat with the Oriental one, and the brute of a kid shared a seat with another skinny kid that didn't seem all too pleased with the idea.
Another man walked onto the bus, closed the door, and took his seat behind the wheel. We were off within minutes. As we couldn't see out the windows, or really where we were going, all twelve of us just sat in the seats. The ride didn't take long, but peace among twelve boys doing nothing couldn't last.
"Stop it," a whining voice said from behind me.
Everyone turned to see the big brute messing with the smaller one next to him. The smaller kid was trying to get away from the bully.
"Knock it off, Edward," Jones said from the front.
"Edward?" the black kid asked, mockingly. The others, including myself, also scoffed at his name; it just didn't seem to fit him.
"Yeah, 'Edward'," he said, threateningly. "But everyone calls me 'Bull'."
"Well, that definitely fits," another kid remarked.
Bull got up, looking like he was going to pound the kid, but sat back down once he saw the look on Jones's face. He resumed his seat, but didn't bother anyone else for the duration of the short journey.
The bus pulled up to another building, but this one was bigger; much bigger. I could tell from the outside that it was two stories tall, but I found out later that it had an underground level as well. The bus stopped right next to it, under an awning of some sort. Jones exited the bus, motioning us to follow him again.
We walked behind him in single-file, with Bull bringing up the rear. The first thing I saw upon going into the building was a simple hallway. Jones turned left and we followed him to an open room. Once we were all inside, he began talking to us.
"Okay, do you all see this line on the floor?" he asked. I looked down at his feet and there was a black line stretched out in front of him. I nodded and so did the others. I was sure Bull didn't, but he could see it as plainly as the rest of us, however slow he was.
"Good. When I call your name, I want you to line up on that line." That seemed simple enough.
"Alvin Seville." I moved to stand on the line all the way to the right.
"Alexander Branson." Alex stepped forward and stood next to me.
"Leon Coker." The black kid walked up and stood next to Alex. He was fairly slim with the black hair and brown eyes indicative of his race. I found him nice, but seemed to have a chip on his shoulder about some things for most of the time we were there.
"Michael Foster." A brown haired kid with freckles on his face stepped forward to stand next to Leon. He seemed quiet and shy. I kind of wondered why he was here at all. He didn't seem the type that would've answered the questions correctly.
"James Hostetler." Another brown haired kid stepped forward, standing next to Mike. This one was cocky. I could tell by the way he walked. I scowled a little at him. I always hated those types of people.
"Philip Keller." A black haired boy stepped out and lined up. I couldn't tell much from him at that time, other than he was pretty much normal.
"Remington Kelsey." Now, there was a weird name. Remmie, as he liked to be called, was dirty-blond with blue eyes. Just like the rest of us so far, he was also slim, with an angular face. He seemed to have lost the baby fat that the rest of us were still hanging on to.
"Scott Nelson." Scott was the fat kid. He was a year older than me, but probably doubles my weight. His brown hair was a little wavy, but it was his bulk that made him stand out the most.
"Edward Ransom." Bull stepped out of the remaining four and took his place next to Scott. It elicited another scowl from me, but this time, I wasn't alone.
"Seth Addams." Seth wasn't happy about this, as he was the one that Bull was messing with on the bus ride over there. And standing next to his would-be tormentor was something that he didn't exactly relish.
"Benjamin Young." Ben stood out because of his red hair and more freckles than I could count. Not that I wanted to, but they were there. He also had green eyes, matching Alex's. Very Christmas-y.
"Jeffery Yung." Jeff was the Oriental boy. He was small, even for his age, but even as he walked forward, I thought that he had something special. It wasn't the way he walked; it was more the way he watched the rest of us when he walked up to the line. It was like he was doing the same thing I was; sizing everyone else up. I put it in the back of my mind to be mindful of him.
"Okay," Jones said once we were all in line, "this is our group. Whenever I, or someone else, tells you to line up, this is the placing. So, look to your right and left, and remember that." We did. Mine was easy; all the way to the right. "Also, when you're told to line up, always do it with your heads up, shoulders straight, feet shoulder-width apart, and hands behind your back. If you don't do it that way, you'll receive a demerit."
"What's a demerit?" Someone asked.
"I will explain merits and demerits later, James," Jones told him. "Right now, though, just know that you want as few demerits as possible.
"Now, when I tell you to turn and follow me, I expect you to turn in the direction I'm facing at the time and file out; single-file. One of those demerits will be given if you get out of line, so don't." He turned to his left, our right, and told us to follow him. And, like the good little automatons we were becoming, we did.
"From here, you have to go through a physical with the doctor and the rest of your in-processing," he told us as we left the room. Jones led us down another hallway to a door. On the door was a person's name; Dr. Wells.
"All of you are to stand against this wall until called into the office."
I was wondering if he was going to leave us to our own vices, but I suppose he knew boys way too well, and didn't. It was something I wondered about, though. He knocked on the door a second later, and when it opened, a boy a little older than me opened it.
I was shocked, but it wasn't because another kid was there; it was because of the way he was dressed. Or not dressed, rather. All he was wearing was a dog's collar and a thin smile. No hair was on his head, or anywhere else for that matter. He had the bluest eyes, I'd ever seen, too. I looked him up and down a little to see the rest of him. His dick was shrivelled up to less than an inch [2½ cm] long, and no testicles that I could see. I gulped, thinking that this was what they had in mind for all of us, not that I cared about the rest of them, but I did like my own jewels just the way they were.
"Go on inside, Alvin, and do as the doctor tells you," Jones told me.
"Is he going to do that to me?" I asked, pointing to the kid's genitalia.
"No, she is not. You'll find out when you get in there. Now, go, or get a demerit."
Here is chapter two and there is a lot more to go so enjoy