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They stood in fear as the gun went off beside them. When Thomas looked to his left the sheriff was standing in his uniform with a pistol in his hand. “Well well well….what do we have here? I see a couple of queer boys trying to make a run for it. We can’t be having that. The sanctuary will be picking up its new patients soon.”
“S…Sancuary? Patients?” Kourtney asked confusingly.
“Yes, the Sancuary….It’s a place where we send diseased vermin to be cured….or at least quarantined from society. All the criminals of town go there, including little fag boys. In return, the town gets a profit for handing over delinquents like yourselves.”
Logan gritted his teeth. “I guess that’s where my brother is, huh?”
“Oh, that little fag boy? I suppose, unless they deemed him incurable, then who knows where he is, if he’s even alive…”
Logan gritted his teeth in anger. “Tell me where this place is.”
The sheriff broke out in hysteria. “What? Hahaha. Why do you even wanna know? You thinking about being a big hero? Well there’s no use in it boy. You’ll see it soon enough.”
“No, I want to know an answer. Tell me where it is NOW!!!”
Then, a shot fired and hit Logan in the leg. “Owwwww!” Logan screamed as he landed to the ground.
Kourtney dropped to his side and tended to his leg. “LOGAN!!”
“That’s for disrespecting me, boy. If any of you want another round, then speak out of line.”
Things were spiraling out of control again as the fear of being sent to the sanctuary sent chills down his spine. All Thomas could do was watch as their freedom and lives were given to the hands of these maniacs. The sheriff walked over to where Logan and Kourtney sat on the ground, and the sheriff motions for Kourtney to beat it. “Out of the way bitch.”
Thomas gritted his teeth at that insult. Kourtney stood her ground, cuddling Logan in her hands as blood poured from the wound. “No, stay away from us.”
“Bitch I’m not giving you a choice. If you don’t move I’ll waste your faggot of a brother.”
“DO IT.” The sheriff commanded as he pulled his gun up and pointed it at Thomas.
Kourtney was defeated. She reluctantly laid Logan’s head gently on the ground, and slowly moved away. That’s when the sheriff mounted Logan and grabbed his chin. “Now, boy, I’m gonna dish out my own punishment for defying your role as my deputy.”
The sheriff then started to hit Logan with his free fist. One by one he knocked the side of Logan’s forehead and cheek, each time causing the bruises forming to grow. The sheriff even took the pistol and hit Logan with it by the grip. Each blow to Logan’s head twisted Thomas’s stomach, knowing full well he couldn’t do anything about it. Tears started to form as blood started to splatter from each impact. Kourtney was already bawling at the gruesome sight. “PLEASE!!! PLEASE STOP!!!!”
The sheriff looks over with a sadistic smirk on his face. “Oh, the fun isn’t over yet. Just wait your turn. I’ll show you what a real man can do.” Thomas could only draw one conclusion to what that meant. As Logan lay on the ground motionless, the sheriff held his gun to Logan’s head. “I changed my mind. I’m gonna send you to whatever hell awaits criminals like you. Goodbye traitor….”
Then a pop was heard……..
Thomas went numb everywhere. On the ground beside him, Kourtney passed out. But when he got a grip of what happened, it wasn’t the pop of a gunshot that went off, but rather a crack of thunderous lightning that illuminated the cloudy sky, shaking the ground below them. The next thing he saw was Buck, frightened with fear, buckling and galloping towards the sheriff. Before the sheriff could react the panicked horse kicked the sheriff in the face ferociously that sent him off of Logan and to the ground beside him.
“OOOOWWWWW” The sheriff wailed as he held his face. “Fuck you, you stupid horse!” Buck ran off towards the tree between their houses, and before Thomas knew it Darren had leaped over with all his remaining strength onto the sheriff, stopping him from grabbing the gun he dropped. The two wrestled on the ground knocking each other to their back in a struggle of power. “Get off me you lil bastard!”
“No, I won’t let you hurt them again!”
“When I get you, you’ll regret it!”
But soon enough, Darren’s weakened state from the gunshot wound proved too much, and the sheriff overpowered him. As the sheriff shifted his weight and forced Darren to the ground on his back, he grabbed his neck and started to choke him. “Alright you little bastard. Playtime is over.” The sheriff reached into his vest and pulled out an army knife. As the sheriff raised it above his head, Thomas once again stood frozen in fear.
“Shut up boy. Time you fagots learned your places.”
The sheriff swung the knife straight at Darren’s head, but with the last bit of strength Darren caught the sheriff’s arm with his hands. The sheriff stopped choking Darren and placed his other hand around the knife in an attempt to force it down. “Time to die.”
Darren’s grip was shaky, and Thomas saw him slowly losing the struggle. “Please…..no….”
Then Darren looked over at Thomas, smiling. “Thomas, please go. I can’t hold him much longer. Please, you and Kourtney get out of here, please live. I couldn’t bear to see you die. Please….”
Darren started to get weak. These moments seemed like a century to Thomas, as the knife slowly made its way to Darren’s head. Tears formed in his eyes, and suddenly, his body started to react as he remembered what Logan gave him earlier….
The shot was deafening……Thomas hadn’t realized that he released his gun from its holster and, as some kind of involuntary response, aimed the trigger without thought and shot the sheriff straight in the temple of his head….
In that moment, he felt drops of water hail from the sky, as another streak of thunder illuminated it…..
He saw the sheriffs dead body land beside Darren, and the knife pushed out of the way. As they got soaked from the rain, Darren raised himself up and grasped his shoulder. “Tom…..” He said as he climbed to his feet. He struggled to walk as he approached Thomas, smiling at his best friend. But his fatigue proved too much for him, and he collapsed to his knees.
Thomas immediately snapped out of it and realized what had happened. The gun shook in his hand at the realization that he ended someone’s life. With his hands shaking, he loaded the gun back in its holster. He rushed over to Darren to give him help. “Darren….”
“Hey, don’t worry about me. Go and get Logan and Kourtney inside.”
Thomas nodded as he rushed over to his sister. He picked her up and rushed her to one of the recliners in the living room, and then immediately rushed out to get Logan. He proved to be a challenge as Thomas struggled with his weight. He supported him by wrapping the hurt boy’s arm around his neck and carried him inside. He laid him on the couch, and noticed all the gashes on his forehead and cheek. His face was already swelling and his leg was still bleeding. Thomas knew he had to get the doctor as soon as possible, and he had to do it soon. He went back out to get Darren, only to notice he was sitting on the back porch. “Darren, come inside.”
Thomas went over to Darren and picked him up the same way he picked up Logan. Darren wasn’t nearly a challenge as he was able to help in some regard to getting to his feet. As they entered the house, Darren looked over at Thomas and smiled. “I’m proud of you Thomas. Thank you for saving me.”
“You know you never have to thank me, Darren.”
Darren motioned for Thomas to let him set in the other recliner in the living room. “Tom, I’m sorry to ask but Logan needs medical help pronto. Go get the doctor.!”
Thomas reluctantly nodded, and grabbed his coat off the hanger and rushed out the door. By then rain was pouring down, and as Thomas ran he trotted through puddles of mud from the soft dirt. He arrived at the doctor’s house and banged on the door. “Dr. Goodman! We need urgent help! Please!” Thomas shouted through the downpour of the rain. More thunder roared in the distance as Thomas waited for a response. Then finally the old man opened the door, wearing his night clothes and seemed really drowsy. “Thomas? What’s wrong?”
“It’s Logan! There’s been an incident and he’s badly hurt. He was beaten up and shot in the leg. Please help us!”
Dr. Goodman never refused service to anyone in need. The urgency in Thomas’s voice propelled him to gather his medical supplies and get dressed. Thomas waited patiently outside for the good doctor, and before long he returned. “C’mon boy. You can explain on the way.”
Through the downpour they ran, and as they made their way back to Thomas’s house he explained the whole situation. “My dear boy…..I’m sorry you had to go through that. I knew something was wrong when I saw Darren inside the jailhouse but I didn’t know it was this serious. We have no time to waste.”
As they arrived at the house the doctor immediately saw to Logan. As with Darren he used some kind of medicine to stop the bleeding, and wrapped his leg up in bandages. He also rubbed some other medicine on Darren’s facial wounds and wrapped it up as well. “The sheriff did a number on Logan, but I think I got to him in time. He should recover in a few days.”
“But sir, we DON’T have a few days! The sanctuary is already on their way!”
“I know that boy, I’ve seen it a lot over the years, but fortunately for us we have mother nature on our side. The rain will prevent them from coming for at least a day. We need to be ready to move out soon. But Thomas we HAVE to move everyone to my clinic. The townspeople will get suspicious, and we can’t let them find you. I have a basement no one knows about, so it’ll be in your best interest to hide down there.”
Thomas looked over at the three. He noticed that Kourtney had finally awoken, as she had just woken up. “Kourtney….” Thomas mumbled under his breath. He went over to his sister, who was still shaking from everything that’s happened. “Kourtney, are you okay?”
Kourtney looked up at Thomas. “Thomas….what’s happening?”
“Everyone’s okay for now Kourtney. Get some rest.”
Kourtney looked over at Logan’s battered body as he slept on the recliner. “Logan!!” She shouted as she darted up and rushed to his side. “Oh my god, you’re still alive!” Kourtney checked his wounds, and noticed that they’ve been bandaged. She looked back and finally noticed the doctor standing beside the sofa. “Dr. Goodman…..Thomas…..what happened?”
“I….I…” Thomas didn’t know where to begin. He was still shaken by the events himself.
“Kourtney….you and Thomas need to get them moved to my clinic immediately. We need to do it tonight!”
“But why?” She asked with a concerned face.
“We don’t know when the sanctuary will come. I have a secret basement no one knows about, so you’ll be safe there.”
Thomas had not noticed Darren had drifted off to sleep. After everything that’s happened, he couldn’t blame him. But Thomas knew that they had to move soon, so he walked over and woke up Darren. “Darren….Darren…wake up!”
“T..Tom?” Darren said groggily as he woke from his slumber.
“Darren, We need to move now. Kourtney will be able to help you and Dr. Goodman and I can carry Logan. We’re going to a safe place.”
Darren didn’t put up much resistance. “Yea. Okay….”
Thomas grabbed several raincoats to help cover them from the rain. After fitting one on Logan and Darren Thomas, Kourtney, and Mr. Goodman threw one over themselves and then left the comforts of Thomas’s home. The walk in the rain was slower than the last, as they had an injured Darren and Logan with them. The fierce blowing of the wind and the thunder roaring through the air signaled a long and powerful storm. When storms like these occur they usually blow through for two days, preventing long travel to and from LakeView. This was to their advantage, giving them more time to prepare.
They made it to the clinic with little trouble. They laid Logan on the observation table to give Dr. Goodman a chance to open the basement. He went over to the rug in the middle of the room and proceeded to pull it off to the side, revealing a trap door leading down. “Here.” Dr. Goodman said calmly. “It opens to a stairwell that leads down. Let’s get Logan and Darren down here.”
Thomas and Dr. Goodman once again picked up Logan and carried him down to the dark basement. Kourtney was handed a lantern by Dr. Goodman to illuminate it. The basement mainly had shelves of medical equipment and medicines, but also had a living area as well. It had two beds, a few recliners, a table to sit at, and a bookcase for reading. “When I’m off, I typically come down here to escape the noise from the town. I often times just sleep in down here, so I keep a few beds. I used to have family come visit, but that doesn’t happen anymore. So I keep this area a secret. Let’s get Logan on the bed.”
They carried Logan over and laid him on the bed. Kourtney also helped Darren to the other bed, and it wasn’t long before he was out. “I guess you’ll have to share beds. Guess that won’t be a problem.”
Thomas chuckled at Dr. Goodman’s joke. When he looked back, he noticed that Kourtney was already beside Logan on the bed, fast asleep as well. He looked back at Dr. Goodman. “Thomas, if you ever need to talk about all this, don’t hesitate to ask. No young man should EVER have to go through something like this.”
Thomas looked at Dr. Goodman. Thomas had wondered why the doctor was willing to help them so much. It would’ve been much easier to give them up to the sanctuary and get in their good favors. “Sir, I’ve gotta ask, why are you helping us? Wouldn’t it be easier to just give us up?” As suspicious as it seemed to lure them down here and trap them, Thomas felt deep down that it wasn’t the case. The doctor had a somber look in his eyes as he thought about Thomas’s question.
“Thomas….I’ve been in this town for so long. I’ve seen many new sheriffs, old friends and loved ones pass on and others give birth to new ones. I’ve made so many connections over my years as the town’s doctor and I’ve seen the good in people’s hearts. I’ve also seen the bad, and unfortunately a lot of people have that evil. We’re all human at the core, and to treat others wrongly based on things out of their control is sickening. I’ve seen many shipped off to the sanctuary, an evil organization that takes people as slaves in the name of ‘justice.’ Whenever I lost my own grandson to them, a sweet and innocent young man, I saw them for what they were.”
“You….you mean….they took your grandson?”
“Yes. He is about your sister’s age now. He was living in another village north of here, and they also send their delinquents to that horrid place. They said he stole something, but I just couldn’t believe that. I guess the thought of him is the reason why I don’t want to see the same thing to happen to you all.”
Thomas felt bad for questioning the good doctor. If he would’ve known all that he wouldn’t never have asked. “I’m sorry…..I didn’t know.”
“Of course you didn’t. I kept it to myself all these years.” The good doctor smiled at the somber boy. “You know, you’re a lot like my grandson. You’re a very gentle and kind young man, and you care about others. Don’t you ever forget that. Now get some sleep. We have a lot of work to do tomorrow.”
Thomas nodded his head before the doctor returned to the top. He heard the trapdoor close and the shuffling of the rug above him. He went over to Darren, who was sound asleep. Thomas noticed he still had his clothes on, so he stripped Darren to his undershirt and boxers. He did the same to himself and crawled in bed with him. Thomas laid his head on Darren’s good shoulder and rested his arm on his torso. He took in the scent of his best friend, and smiled as he started to drift off. Thomas felt like the luckiest guy in the world to be with Darren in bed. He turned around and blew out the lantern on the nightstand, and then fell asleep on Darren’s arm.
Thunder claps in the distance……
As the high priest looked onto the desert land surrounding the castle from his window, thoughts enter his head about the Origin of Life. He smiles as recalls the earlier service honoring and worshiping his master, giving praise to his all mighty presence. A boy, who looked to be in his twenties, walked up to him. This boy is void of any clothing, as the only cover he had waist a jockstrap covering the locked bulge in his pants. His nipples are pierced with rings, and chains that are connected to the rings wrap around his body, 5 in total. Two chains wrapped around the shoulder and side, connecting to the nipple piercing at each end. Two more wrapped around his lower side and back around to his belly, connecting to the ring part of his chastity cage inside his strap. A final chain crossed his chest connecting from one ring to the other side. A black mask covers his face completely, only leaving holes for his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.
This boy was one of the many ‘unwashed deviants’ that the sanctuary has ‘pledged to reform.’ In his hand he held a platter of food for the high priest. “High Priest, I have brought your evening meal to your chambers for your convenience.”
“It’s about time, set it on my table.”
The slave did as he was instructed, and set the platter on the table. The high priest had already changed into his robes in preparation for the night. The priest left his window to sit at the table, ready to eat the gourmet food that lay before him. As he ate, the slave stood nervously beside his master. When he finished, he looked to his slave in anger. “Why is the meat COLD!”
“I..I’m sorry master, t…the cook had s….some trouble getting one of the oo….ovens started. It took longer to prepare the tea.”
“This is YOUR fault. The Origin of Life is displeased with your effort. You need to be reminded of your place in life, slave. Go lay face down on my bed.”
Shaking, the boy obediently laid down on the bed, with his ass completely exposed. The priest proceeds to chain his arms and legs to the posts of the bed, exposing his backside completely for punishment. “Now…..Let’s see….” The master says as he rummaged through his chester drawer of torture items. “This will do…..”
The boy felt the harsh whip lash across his butt cheeks. He was used to whippings, but it never stopped the tears flowing. As he looked up, the master had a sadistic grin on his face as he whipped him repeatedly. “Tomorrow you’re gonna get ANOTHER whipping, and after you make your weekly offer to the Origin, you and me are gonna go on a little trip to Lake View. Wanna know what for? I’m gonna use you as an example of what happens to shitty little thieves like you. I can’t wait to see the look on that old geezer’s face. Tell me, would you like to see granddaddy? You’re gonna see him alright, and I can’t wait to see the look on his old pathetic face when I beat the shit out of you….”
Throughout the halls of the high castle could the sound of the whip slashing the poor boy’s back be heard……
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