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“IS THAT you doing that?” Ryan Boss asked.

Justin opened his eyes and gazed up at the ceiling. He felt somewhat light-headed and his whole body tingled. He had not been sleeping, but just relaxing, after experiencing one of the most deeply satisfying orgasms in the last few weeks.

“Doing what?” he answered. Justin hitched himself higher on the bed and saw what Ryan referred to. Ryan’s pair of sneakers levitated several feet in the air, slowly spinning around. “Oh, yeah. Oops.” Using the power of his mind, Justin willed the shoes back to the carpet, where they landed with a soft clunk. “That happens sometimes after I bust a nut. Shit starts floating around.”

Ryan laughed a little, as he took another hit from his joint and handed it over to Justin. “I figured.”

Justin was glad that Ryan did not seem perturbed by the floating shoes. That was partially due to the fact that Ryan was both high and drunk, and secondly, he had grown accustomed to Justin’s telekinetic capability. Months ago, when Ryan had accidentally stumbled in upon Justin using his power at work, it had been enough to frighten him to the point where he almost did not want to have any further association with Justin.

Well, actually, it was that whole Shadow shit that made him almost not want to talk to me again, Justin mused.

Every time Justin recalled the time, months ago, when his home, which he shared with his roommates, Blake and Nathan, had been invaded by a Shadow, chills swept throughout his body.

Coincidentally, the night the Shadow assaulted his home was also the same night Ryan decided to come over for a visit. Unluckily, Ryan had to witness that. It had put him into such a shock—Justin also for that matter—that he broke off contact with Justin for several days, leading Justin to believe that some dire tragedy had come upon him. Gratefully, nothing had happened to him, and their relationship—Justin still did not know if that was an appropriate word—steadily improved since then.

This is the first time we’ve been here alone together since that happened, Justin realized. He took a hit from Ryan’s joint and inhaled the sweet, fragrant marijuana into his lungs. So far, so good.

Justin’s bedroom smelled of an amalgamation of weed, sex, sweat and alcohol. The soft ambient lamplight gave the room a slight ethereal feel.

“Ready for round three?” Justin asked, placing the joint in an ashtray. He took a quick swig from his glass of Hennessey and Coke.

“Was there a round two?” Ryan grinned, adjusting his Raiders football cap on his head. He wore that cap everywhere, including bed.

“I think there was.”

Justin mounted Ryan, his round, naked ass sitting on Ryan’s chiseled abs. Ryan squeezed Justin’s ass as Justin lowered down to kiss Ryan. He felt Ryan’s dick start to enlarge again. Without breaking their kiss, Justin reached behind him and slowly stroked Ryan’s big, thick dick. Justin stopped kissing Ryan long enough to grab the little bottle of lube on the side of the bed. He smeared some on Ryan’s erection, as well as his own ass. Even though this was the third time they were having sex, in a two-hour period, Justin still had to adjust to the wide girth of Ryan’s cock. Justin guided Ryan’s nearly nine-inch dick into his ass slowly, until his ass rested on Ryan’s balls.

They both moaned simultaneously as Justin rode Ryan. After a few minutes of being in that position, Ryan flipped Justin onto his stomach. Justin arched his back and raised his ass in the air to give Ryan easy access. Ryan slid back into Justin, balls deep, and Justin was glad that Blake and Nathan were not home, so that he could cry freely in ecstasy. He bit the pillow and let his mind loosen up as Ryan relentlessly pounded his ass. The bed squeaked so noisily that Justin was almost afraid it would break.

“I’m close,” Ryan whispered. He tightened his grip on Justin’s twenty-six inch waist and increased the tempo of his pelvic thrusts. Justin rapidly tugged on his own dick, trying to match the speed of Ryan’s movements. He was close to orgasm as well, and wanted to time it so that they both came together at the same time.

“Fuck!” Ryan screamed. He snatched his cock out of Justin and ejaculated all over Justin’s lower and upper back. Seconds later, Justin released another guttural cry as he came, his semen squirting all over the already sex-stained sheets that should have been washed weeks ago.

Ryan collapsed on his side of the bed, exhausted and out of breath. Justin struggled to breathe in the marijuana-smoke-covered air. He was sweating and nearly dehydrated, but his muscles felt wonderfully loose and calm. The bed trembled.

“What the fuck is that?” Ryan asked. “An earthquake?”

“No, it’s just me,” Justin responded. “I told you that happens after
I bust.” He needed to get up and take a shower, or at least get up, get a towel and wipe off his back, but he felt too lazy to move.

“That was hella good,” Justin said. “Again.”

“Yep,” Ryan agreed.

Justin suddenly found himself wanting to ask something that he probably should have just saved for another time, but right now seemed the best time to ask. “Do you like me?”

Ryan chuckled. “We just fucked three times and now you wanna ask me that?”

Rolling over onto his back, Justin replied, “I didn’t ask if you liked the screwin’ part. I already know that. I wanna know if you actually like me.”

“You kinda sound like a chick right now.”

“Dude, I’m being serious,” Justin said sharply, staring into Ryan’s green eyes.

“Yeah, I like you.”

“That didn’t sound too convincing.”

“What, am I supposed to get up and do cartwheels and shit?”

“That’d be nice.”

“You’re cool,” Ryan said. “I like you.”

Of course Justin knew that Ryan was just telling him what he wanted to hear. If he meant it, he would have said it without being asked.

Shit, I do sound like a chick, Justin realized.

He blamed it on being drunk and high. Normally, he kept those thoughts locked away in a vault located at the deep corners of his mind, but Hennessey and good weed always had a way of yanking those thoughts out into the open, leaving Justin defenseless and horrifyingly vulnerable.

“Are you spendin’ the night?” Justin asked. He wanted Ryan to say yes and no. If he said yes, then Justin would have someone to share his bed, to cuddle with, and to stay warm. He would feel as if they were almost in a “real” relationship. He would not be alone. Justin wanted Ryan to say no, because if Ryan said yes, he would only be saying it because he was too intoxicated to drive home, or maybe he wanted to smoke some more—or maybe he just wanted Justin to suck his dick when he woke up in the morning. It would have nothing to do with spending time with Justin.

“I don’t know,” Ryan said nonchalantly.

Justin rolled his eyes. “What do you mean, you don’t know? You swear like I just asked you what’s the meaning of life or some shit. It’s a simple question. Yes or no.” Or was it a simple question? Now, Justin did not know.

“No screaming right now,” Ryan lamented. “I’m too wasted for this shit.”

Justin got to his feet, almost stumbling. He was much drunker standing up than lying down. He sauntered to his bedroom door.

“Where you goin?” Ryan questioned.

“I need some water,” Justin responded. “My mouth feels dry as hell.”

“Well, since you’re goin down to the kitchen, can you make me a sandwich or something?”

“Everybody wants something, but they never give anything back in return.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Ryan asked.

Justin shook his head. He was beginning to get a headache. “Don’t worry about it.” He thought about grabbing his pair of underwear off the floor as he walked out of his bedroom, but figured he would not need them. He stumbled down the dark hallway and toward the staircase.

I need a light, he thought.

The hallway light switched on according to Justin’s mental command.
As he slowly descended the staircase, Justin made sure to inspect his surroundings. Every since the Shadow incident, Justin did not trust the darkness—not that he was a big fan of being in the dark before—but now, more than ever, he was aware of the dangers that awaited in quiet, dark places, things that could materialize and attack out of nowhere, even in the so-called comfort of his own home.

Justin mentally turned on a wall light in the living room, as well as the kitchen, making sure every where he could see was touched by light. Even in his drunken state of mind, his fight or flight instincts remained intact. He entered the kitchen, grabbed a glass from one of the cupboards, and went to the refrigerator to grab the jug of water, as well as bread and lunch meat for Ryan’s sandwich. He poured three glasses of water and finished them in less than two minutes. As he prepared to fix sandwiches for both himself and Ryan, Justin heard a noise coming from the living room.

Someone was unlocking the front door. The empty glass of water rattled a little as Justin started to feel nervous. He heard the front door open, followed by what sounded like two sets of footsteps walking across the living room and low voices speaking to each other.

Shit, it’s Blake and Nate, Justin thought, suddenly remembering that he was naked. What the hell are they doin’ back here so early?
Justin used his hands to cover his dick as Nathan and Blake entered the kitchen. Nathan nearly jumped out of his body when he saw Justin hiding near the refrigerator, naked. Blake just looked confused.

“Um…what are you doing?” Nathan asked.

“Makin’ a sandwich,” Justin replied, slightly mortified. “Why are you two back here already? I thought you were goin’ to the movies and then to La Piñata or something.”

“Plans changed,” Blake said. “We had to leave.”

“Why?”

“I saw something,” Nathan answered. “I saw Caleb.”

Justin did not know much about Nathan’s older brother, Caleb, except that he was a very powerful and manipulative psychic—according to Nathan—and that Nathan was overwhelmingly afraid of him.

“He went to the same movie as you guys?” Justin asked.

“No. I just saw his reflection in the bathroom mirror,” Nathan said, “just for a second. He wasn’t physically there, but he was there. He’s somewhere in the area.”

“So what does that mean?” Justin inquired.

“That we all need to be on total alert,” Nathan said. “I’m sure Caleb knows who the two of you are. He might use you guys to try and get to me.”

Panic began to swell in Justin’s chest. He started to feel cold and once again he recalled that he did not have any clothes on. “Maybe I should put on some underwear if we’re gonna continue this conversation.”

“Is Ryan here?” Nathan asked.

“Yeah. I think he’s getting ready to leave soon, but I’m not sure yet.”

Justin briskly moved past Blake and Nathan and darted through the
living room, still feeling the dizzying effects of the alcohol, up the short staircase, and into his bedroom to get his underwear. Upon entering his room, Justin saw Ryan sprawled out on his stomach, still naked, lightly snoring; his toned, white ass slowly rose and fell as he slept.

Guess he’s stayin’ after all, Justin thought, still feeling some ambivalence, as to whether he really wanted Ryan to stay or not. He put on his briefs and headed back to the kitchen. As he went back down the staircase, Nathan’s words echoed in his mind. He might use you guys to try and get to me.

“…Blake, you don’t know my brother,” Justin heard Nathan say as he reentered the kitchen. Nathan stopped talking momentarily as Justin rejoined the discussion.

“Ryan’s asleep in my room,” Justin said to the two of them.

Nathan glanced at Blake and Justin could tell what he was thinking: It’s not a good idea for him to be here.

Although Justin agreed, he did not think at this point, that it was necessary to wake Ryan up and tell him to go home. He could leave right in the morning.

“So what did I miss?” Justin asked.

Nathan leaned against the kitchen counter. He appeared severely distraught. “I haven’t seen my brother in five years and now he’s back.”

“So clearly this isn’t a happy, family reunion kinda situation,” Justin said.

“Not at all. He wants revenge,” Nathan responded starkly.

Blake looked stunned. “Revenge for what?”

“It’s kinda long to explain.”

“Well, don’t you think we should know what’s up?” Justin questioned. “Especially if our lives are gonna be put in danger…again?”

Nathan sighed. Worry darkened his brown eyes. “He blames me for something.”

“You’re gonna have to be a little bit more specific, Nate,” Blake said.

“It’s hard for me to talk about this,” Nathan countered. “If you the two of you only knew…” He shook his head and took in a deep breath. He grabbed Justin’s empty glass and filled it with water. “Caleb is psychotic. He has no soul at all. He thinks he’s some kind of god over men. And his psychic range is higher than the three of us put together. If you thought the Shadow Kyle used on us a couple of months ago was bad, that’s got nothing on what Caleb is capable of. He’s extremely powerful and persuasive. He can manipulate the hell out of you. I really hope you guys don’t have to cross paths with him. If you do, it’s not gonna be good.”

Justin shivered. “Does he know where we live?”

Nathan shrugged. “To be honest, I don’t know.” He took a few sips of water. His hands trembled so much that Justin thought he might drop the glass.

“If he knew where we lived, he would’ve come straight here, right?”
Blake questioned. He folded his muscular arms over his chest. He looked concerned, but his handsome face did not reflect the same level of panic that showed on Justin and Nathan’s faces.

“Not necessarily,” Nathan answered. He set the glass down on the counter. “When it comes to attacks, Caleb is very skillful at what he does. He wouldn’t just come here right away. He’ll make some kind of plan first. And what scares me, is that I think he’s gonna try to get to you guys first.” Nathan looked solely at Justin. “If I were you, I would try to keep Ryan out of this. He already knows more about us than he really should. You don’t want him to get hurt.”

Justin wanted to say that he would be able to protect Ryan, but truthfully, he did not know if that would be an accurate assessment. He agreed with Nathan, though. Ryan did have more knowledge about their skills than he ought to have. Being associated with Justin could endanger Ryan’s life as it had done previously.
Does that mean we need to break up? Justin wondered.

“I didn’t say you need to break up,” Nathan said, answering Justin’s thought aloud. “But it would probably be best if the two of you stayed away from each other for a little while.”

“Yeah, but I’m sure you and Blake won’t have to spend time away from each other for a little while,” Justin replied resentfully.

Nathan did not respond right away. He and Blake looked at each other. They seemed to be transmitting secret thoughts to each other. Of course, because they were telepathic and Justin was not, he was always left in the dark.

“Ryan is ‘normal’,” Nathan finally stated to Justin. “He wouldn’t have any way to defend himself against Caleb.”

“You talk like you’re related to the Devil,” Justin said.

Nathan stared at Justin with a sharply grave expression in his eyes. “I am.”



C H A P T E R F O U R
T H E S E C R E T

IT WAS almost two in the morning. Justin had gone to his own bedroom after the three of them finished their discussion concerning Caleb’s unexpected arrival. Nathan and Blake remained in the kitchen after Justin left, sitting at their small dinner table, concluding their conversation.

“So are you gonna give me some more details?” Blake asked as he leaned back in the old, wooden chair.
Nathan got up from the little table where they had been sitting and went to the refrigerator. “Are you still hungry? I can make you something right quick.”

“Stop trying to avoid the subject, Nate. I don’t like when you do that.”

“What is it that you wanna know that you think I haven’t told you?”

“I wanna know if it’s really true that Caleb killed your mom.”

Nathan had been reaching into the refrigerator for the bag of bread, but he froze.

“I heard you tell Russell that,” Blake continued. “Back when that Shadow thing happened to me. You told him that the car crash wasn’t an accident.”

Nathan braced himself against the refrigerator. He never expected or intended for Blake to know that information. It was unwise of him to even reveal that to Russell at all. He tried to block the onslaught of painful memories that detonated in his mind, but it was too late. The whole course of events leading up to and following Rebekah Grayson’s death ravaged Nathan’s brain.

“No, it wasn’t an accident,” Nathan said softly. He did not want to think of his mother’s face, but her image came to him anyway. She was only forty-five when Caleb killed her. Nathan had been fourteen years old.

“I can’t believe a person would do that to their own mother,” Blake said.”I mean, it just sounds fuckin’ crazy.”

“Caleb is crazy. There’s really not even a word for what he is.” Nathan found himself unable to breathe. He sat at the table again, directly across from Blake.

“Guess I just don’t understand why he would do that.”

Nathan tapped his fingers on the wooden table top. “My parents separated when I was thirteen. Caleb was eighteen, but he was still living at home. My father wouldn’t let him move out of the house.”

“Why?” Blake asked.

“He thought Caleb wasn’t ‘ready to go out into the world yet’,” Nathan responded. “My father still wanted to train him, to strengthen his powers. He wanted Caleb to be more powerful than him. My mother wanted to leave for years, but she was too afraid. Finally, one night…it was like three o’ clock in the morning, she made me get up and leave with her. We didn’t take any clothes, any money…nothing. We just got into the car and left.” Nathan stopped tapping his fingers on the table, closed his eyes, and tried to breathe.

Blake reached out and grabbed Nathan’s hand. The warmth of Blake’s touch stabilized Nathan a little bit, but even Blake’s warmth was not enough to comfort the chill that squeezed Nathan’s heart.

“It was scary as hell the way it happened,” Nathan continued. “We were driving. And then I got this feeling that somebody was watching us. But I knew it was only me and my mother in the car. For some reason I kept feeling that there was another person in the car with us.”

“Caleb?”

Nathan nodded. “At first, I thought ‘how did he sneak in the car?’. I thought maybe he had been hiding in the car the whole time, waiting for us to get in there and leave. And that was before I even knew that Caleb was psychic—that I was psychic, too…but it wasn’t Caleb. It was his Shadow. His Shadow was in the backseat of the car. It just came out of nowhere.”

Blake was clearly compelled by the story. “What did he do?”

“My mother couldn’t see Caleb’s Shadow, just me. At first I thought I was imagining it. But you should’ve seen the way he…I mean it looked at me, Blake. It was like seeing a person and a monster at the same time. It was nothing but evil and hatred in those eyes. It was blaming me with those eyes. This was my fault, his eyes were saying. You were going to leave me alone with him. You"re the reason why I don"t have a mother." Nathan stopped and gazed at Blake, who was looked at him with rapt attention.

“Blake, do you remember what it was like when the Shadow was in you?”

“It’s too hard to forget,” Blake responded, “even if I wanted to. I felt like I wasn’t myself and at the same time I felt like I was everything I wanted to be. It was like being drunk or high off drugs times ten or something. I didn’t care about anything or anyone. It was like a long-ass outta body experience.”
Nathan nodded again. “Caleb put his Shadow into my mother and she lost control of the car and we crashed. She died instantly. Me on the other hand, I didn’t have one scratch on me.”

“Caleb didn’t want to kill you?” Blake interpreted.

“He basically killed me when he killed her. I had to go back to living with Caleb and my father. I spent another four years of torture with the two of them. When I was eighteen, I finally got away from them...for a while at least.”

“You were goin’ through this all through high school, and you never told me about any of this,” Blake said. There was a touch of sadness in his voice. “You kept your whole life a secret from me, even "til this day.”

“If you went through what I went through, you would understand why I keep certain things a secret. It’s not that I don’t trust you, Blake. It’s just that sometimes it’s better to keep things to yourself.”

“Well, Nate, what I know is that shit you try to keep hidden, never stays hidden. It was always comes back for you. And right now it’s comin’ back for you. Now you have me and Justin to back you up. But you can’t keep hidin’ things from us. I know it’s hard, but you still gotta do it.”

“I don’t want either one of you to get hurt because of me. This isn’t like what happened with Kyle. Caleb is much stronger than that.”

“Nobody is gonna get hurt,” Blake promised. “We’re gonna find a way to deal with your brother and things are gonna be okay.”
Of Blake’s many excellent personality traits, his optimism in the cold face of adversity was such a striking feature about him.
“You better hope you’re right,” Nathan replied.

* * *

Around four o’ clock that Sunday morning, Nathan decided to go for a walk.

He had been awake for the last few hours, ever since he and Blake went to bed, thinking about their conversation in the kitchen—thinking about Caleb. Somewhere he was out there, close.
But just how close? Nathan fretted.

Unlike the psychic link Nathan shared with Blake, Nathan had no telepathic link with Caleb, despite their familial bond. He could not predict any of Caleb’s actions in advance, the way he would be able to predict Blake, Justin’s, or any other persons’. Caleb could have been standing right outside his bedroom door and Nathan would not have known.

Nathan listened to Blake’s rhythmic breathing and wished he was able to sleep as peacefully as Blake, but he could not, not until he knew Caleb was gone for good. Slowly pulling Blake’s arms from around his waist, Nathan climbed out of bed and pulled on the same jeans and shirt he wore earlier. Nathan heard Blake shuffle around in the bed as he stepped into his shoes and hoped that he would not waken Blake. He did not want to interrupt his sleep or for Blake to ask him what he was doing up. Nathan grabbed a sweat jacket from his closet and silently walked out of his bedroom, closing the door gently behind him.

The darkness never scared Nathan as much as it did now. He could not see anything in front of him or the sides of him as he walked down the short hallway from his room to the staircase. Nathan passed by Justin’s bedroom and heard light snoring coming from inside. Justin and Ryan were in deep sleep. Nathan continued down the hallway, reaching the staircase moments later.

Should I really be going for a walk right now? Nathan asked himself.

It would have obviously been safer to stay indoors, in bed, with Blake, but his restlessness was overwhelming. Taking a short walk would help alleviate some of the stress plaguing his mind.
He descended the staircase, and with every step, Nathan’s heart rate accelerated. Just go back to bed, he told himself. You can take a walk when the sun is up.

Yet he still felt forced to go outside.

Before going out, Nathan made sure he had his cell phone and house keys in his pocket. He opened the front door and walked out into the crispy, early April morning. The stinging cold bit his earlobes and he was tempted to put his hood over his head, but he did not want anything to block his peripheral vision. He wanted to be able to run just in case someone or something suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
Nathan made a right turn at the corner of Willow Street and Encinal Avenue, and began his stroll upward, towards Webster Street, which was the small town of Alameda’s busiest commercial district other than Park Street.

The town of Alameda, comprised of a population of a little more than seventy-thousand, was a small island, adjacent to the city of Oakland, and whose waters connected directly to the San Francisco Bay. Unlike its neighboring city, Oakland, known primarily because of its shocking number of violent crimes, Alameda was a serene, community-based town that mixed old-town values and traditions and modern city life. In short, Alameda was the type of place a person—man or woman—could walk down the street at four o’ clock in the morning and not have to worry about being robbed at gunpoint or killed.

Well maybe everyone but me, Nathan thought.

Nathan kept his hands in his pockets to stay warm and every once and a while, he looked behind him to make sure that he was not being followed. Nobody was behind him. It almost felt like he was the last person left in the world. He liked the silent solitude of the night; the way the leaves of the tall birch trees whispered to each other, the way the darkness was painted on the huge Victorian homes, some of which were beautifully restored by their owners, and some which had been abandoned and looked—and probably were—haunted.
If it were not for his constant worry about Caleb’s whereabouts, Nathan may have been able to fully appreciate the quiet beauty of his surroundings even more. He walked for a long time, with no real sense of direction. By five in the morning, the mostly starless night sky slowly shifted from a blackish-violet to a deep blue. Dawn was approaching soon and Nathan was finally starting to feel a bit fatigued, but he also felt the urge to keep walking.

How am I gonna protect them from Caleb? Nathan mused.

In the years since their last encounter, Caleb’s psychic abilities had surely grown significantly. Nathan had barely been able to fend himself from Caleb’s powerful attacks. Now, if and when they came in contact again, even with Justin’s telekinetic skills (which to Nathan were not as developed as they should have been) and Blake’s telepathic capabilities, they were no match for Caleb’s power.
Which means I’m gonna have to use my power to try to stop him, Nathan thought. And even then, I don’t know if that’s gonna be enough.

Justin and Blake were only aware of a portion of Nathan’s power. For them, they thought Nathan’s abilities were limited to telepathy and a relatively fair level of clairvoyance; but there was a greater power in him that he had hoped to keep a secret from them. With Caleb’s arrival, it would put Nathan in a position where he would have no choice but to use it.

Nathan continued to walk until he ultimately reached the Alameda Marina on the far end of town. By now, the sky shone with touches of gold and fuchsia, and in the distance, he could see the sun rising. There was a short walking trail that wrapped around the Marina, which was filled with boats, medium-sized yachts, and other water vessels. A flock of ducks swam closely together in a small pond that was surrounded by a series of modern homes that overlooked the waters.

Do you think you would be able to kill him, when the time came?

The question lingered in Nathan’s mind for a long time. Caleb’s presence meant that he was here to kill Nathan. There would be no placating his brother’s unremitting desire for revenge. Their future encounter would result in Nathan’s or Caleb’s death…perhaps even both.

Will you be able to do it? Nathan asked himself again.

This was not like the time three months ago, when he was under the influence of a Shadow and almost killed Andrew Dominguez. He had not been in his right mind in that instance. Killing Caleb would require a miraculous amount of power, skill, and luck. If he failed at putting a final end to Caleb, which he should have done when he was eighteen-years-old, then Caleb’s carnage would continue indefinitely.
The group of ducks, for what seemed like no reason at all, began squawking at once and they took flight, gliding gracefully though the air towards the rising sun. He walked over to the pond and stared at the rippling water, barely able to see his own reflection. After some time, the water became very still and Nathan saw himself on the water’s smooth surface.

I need to make a plan to get rid of Caleb, Nathan thought. And it’s got to be perfect.

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